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Samstag maritim – Der kleine Oil Products Tanker „SKORPION“ verlässt den Rostocker Seekanal in die freie Ostsee. Dieses Schiff hat als Hauptaufgabe das Auftanken von großen Schiffen auf See und im Hafen.
Die „SKORPION“ ist 86,5 Meter lang, wurde 1970 in Dienst gestellt und fährt unter der Flagge von Estland.
Aktuell (17.05.2025 06:00) liegt die „SKORPION“ im Seehafen Rostock.
Morgenstimmung am Amager Strandpark in Kopenhagen-Kastrup mit Blick auf den Öresund.
Der Amager Strandpark ist eine kilometerlange Promenade entlang des Öresund mit vielen Möglichkeiten zu spazieren, zu baden und auch zu genießen.
Allen Freunden einen guten Start in das Wochenende gewünscht.
Das Oosterschelde-Sperrwerk. Spektakuläres Projekt des niederländischen Hochwasserschutzes, erbaut 1969 - 1986 als eine Konsequenz aus der verheerenden Flutkatastrophe von 1953.
The Eastern Scheldt Barrier. A spectacular Dutch flood protection project, built between 1969 and 1986 as a consequence of the devastating flood disaster of 1953.
Enkele weken geleden werd bekend dat de fraaie 1618 die al weer een tijdje enkele keren per week heen en weer pendelde met de LPG-treinen tussen de Sloe en Sittard, medio juli terzijde zou gaan. Gelukkig heb ik in de afgelopen zonnige voorjaarsperiode nog voldoende aandacht aan de loc besteed. Met het terzijde gaan van de 1618 kwam een einde aan de in mijn ogen zeer mooie Raillogix bestickering op de serie 1600, die veel weg had van de Franse Nez-Casse. Begin 2016 werd de hobbywereld blij verrast met de 1619, die als eerste het Raillogix design kreeg aangemeten. Een klein jaar later volgde de 1618, met net een iets ander design, waarbij het grootste verschil was de rood beschilderde roosters. Helaas ging in april 2019 de 1619 ter zijde en dat is nu ook gebeurt met de 1618 waardoor er helaas geen fraaie Nez-Casse meer bij Captrain in dienst is. Jaren zorgde beide locs er voor dat fotografen uit alle windstreken dagen achter elkaar honderden kilometers snelweg afscheurden om de locs vast te leggen. Daarom een archiefplaatje van in dit geval de al weer een jaar terzijde gestelde 1619 met de fraaie glastrein 47702 uit de Botlek, een vervoer dat helaas inmiddels ook al weer verleden tijd is. De opname toont de uiterst fotogenieke trein op de heerlijk zonnige 25 mei 2017 bij passage van het dorp Teuge op weg naar Bentheim.
En zo plotseling als ie werd opgeheven was daar weer de bekende Interbulk/UBC trein uit Geleen Lutterade. Jaren lang had DB Cargo deze trein gereden vanuit de Rotterdamse haven, waarna de trein kortstondig van en naar de Moerdijk reed, maar hier een snelle dood stierf. Dit keer is Captrain de vervoerder die het opnieuw mag proberen en opnieuw richting Moerdijk en dat drie keer per week.
Op 16 mei 2017 reed de eerste trein van Geleen naar Moerdijk en op de avond van Hemelvaartsdag 25 mei 2017 kon ik de trein dan eindelijk vastleggen in zeer fraai en helder avondlicht, waarbij de foto overigens niet verraad dat de zon hier zeer ernstig bedreigd werd door een zeer grote wolk. Enkele minuten later was deze dan ook verdwenen! Als trein 51050 zien we de CT203-104 met de fraaie volbeladen trein hier op weg richting Moerdijk passeren ter hoogte van Heukelom.
Ook LTE was op de heerlijk zonnige Hemelvaartsdag 25 mei 2017 actief. Slechts 10 minuten na passage van RRF was het de fraaie en schone vlaggenloc 189212 die eerder bij ERS in dienst was en inmiddels van kleine LTE-logo's is voorzien, die hier bij Heukelom met de bijna volbeladen Linz-shuttle 41321 passeert op weg naar Venlo. Inmiddels komt de mais boven de grond dus binnenkort is deze stek weer lange tijd niet meer bruikbaar.
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© AJ Borromeo
A bike rider and his buddies cruise through Little Havana. What you don't hear is the loud music and his signing as he pedals through Calle 8.
250517 After running around at Liskeard 70812 nears Menheniot with the 6C36 ThO 1138 Moorswater-Aberthaw cement works
Is this funny? I don't know: I don't read (or speak) ancient Egyptian - or even modern Egyptian.
But I think it COULD be funny. Hieroglyphics looks like it has great potential for humor, but of course hardly anyone but the Ancient Egyptian priests could read it, and humor, with priests is hit or miss (the Dalai Lama and Pope Francis liked humor, while Richelieu did not).
Were the ancient Hebrews funny? We'll never know because, until the Decalogue came along they wrote nothing down, and, anyway, Yiddish had not yet been invented.
The ancient Greeks, of course, had comic theater, but I suspect it was funnier on stage than in texts. Greek is language famed for its precision and humor without ambiguity rarely thrives, so Greek Comedy relied on visuals, the way Monty Python and Benny Hill did, right?
Back to this cartoon: I think it might well be funny, but I'll never know.
May, 2025.
Shortly after leaving the depot, 37800 'Cassoepeia' propels London Overground unit 378220 for refurbishment forming the 5Q87 12.48 New Cross C.S.D to Widnes Transport Tech.
At Home, Illawarra, NSW
There is a last time that you do anything. Most of the time you don't realise it. The last time you visited a cafe before your schedule changed, or a hotel before it unexpectedly closed. The last time you played squash. The last time you used a floppy disk. You never expected it to be the last time, it's just that life moved off in a different direction and left part of your past behind.
On other occasions you do know it will be the last time. The last time you're in a workplace when you quit your job. The last time you're in a house before you move.
Or sometimes, the last photographs that you take of a pet who has been a companion for 14 years, and alive for the better part of 20. 19 years and 7 months to be exact. Yes, I did say 19. Whether Lucy the Jungle Cat (Tabby) knew that within a couple of hours of this shot being taken her time would be at an end, I don't know. Probably not. She is stubborn and cantankerous and determined to live "for ebah", which is all part of what made her such a loved friend. My usual mode of address to her, such as when she's meowing at my door for "breaffass" at 03:30 or demanding to be let out as soon as the back door is shut for the night was "Helllooo, Pain in Mah Butt", always delivered as affectionately as it was half seriously.
In this photo she looks like her usual self; old but sturdy. From the neck up (leaving aside the cataracts on her eyes and the loss of almost all of her teeth over the years), that was probably true.
She isn't. Her body has been falling apart for a long time now, but at a turbo pace just recently. There's diabetes, which she's had for at least 10 years and which, in theory, cats should either recover from or die from within 2. While that had been kept under control with twice daily insulin injections, of late she has been prone to going hypoglycaemic after an injection which is more dangerous than an elevated sugar level. She had thyroid problems, necessitating the application of a cream daily. There was arthritis. There were semi torn ligaments which make her shuffle rather than walk, and which have prevented her from jumping for at least 2 years as well as requiring daily pain medicine and monthly anti-inflammatory injections.
And there was body weight that was edging lower every month.
As soon as I saw her weight at her April injection, my immediate thought was "that's torn it...". I made the next appointment with the vet instead of the nurses, and a week ahead of schedule. She had dropped 6.15% of her body mass in a single month. It made the drop in 4 months almost 12%. No healthy individual does that. Her eating had become very erratic, but not enough to say "that's definitive". For the last week of April she was more or less normal, or as normal as she had been, save for the fact that at times she had difficulty even climbing onto her floor pillow. But then her eating became even more intermittent. She was having difficulty passing stools. We found out toward the end that her bladder control had been going; not in terms of gushing but in terms of dripping onto her bedding.
And her weight continued to drop.
By last Saturday night, the decision had effectively been taken. The thought occurred to me at that moment that out of all the endless tomorrows that once seemed to exist... she had seen her last Saturday afternoon. She was seeing her last Saturday evening. She had one more Sunday, Monday, Tuesday... and Saturday morning. The appointment was at 9:10 this morning.
On Monday I called the vet to update him on what had been happening and how the appointment would no longer be for a simple pain relief injection, but he knows how to read a chart. He knew this was coming. He extended the appointment and made the necessary arrangements.
I do wonder whether it is better to not know when it's going to happen, or to know exactly when it's going to happen and have that morbid countdown timer running.
To the extent that I could get her to eat, I made sure that she had available every treat that she loved. She even had some bacon last night. (But not enough to shift the needle; on her final weigh in she had dropped 9.43% since the April weigh in, or 20% since December.) Her entire extended family made sure that she was given all the attention and love she could be. Even her favourite vet nurse turned up to assist when the time came. When I looked up and saw her walk through the door I said "I had a feeling you'd be here."
I'm writing this several hours after the event. Naturally it hasn't sunk in yet. I heard a clicking noise and looked up expecting to see her walk in. Of course she didn't, and won't again. I hesitated pushing my chair back because sometimes she would sneak up behind it and I wanted to be careful not to hit her... until I looked around and realised that the bed wasn't there. It will take some getting used to, just as it did when the wolf passed a bit over 2 years ago.
I'm grateful for one thing. The Bureau had forecast a dreadful, overcast, raining Saturday. Thankfully they were wrong and it was sunny and warm, allowing her some time outside in the garden alongside her beloved pool before her final journey. Also, I obviously took a lot of photos over the last week, most of them of her asleep in her bed in my office. I'm glad that I had a chance to do one last sparkling, light filled one of her. A shot which, incidentally, was the only time since my first portrait of her in 2011 where I got her to look straight into the camera. Make of that what you will.
Goodbye, Pain in Mah Butt. You were the best cat I've ever known. You deserved every milligram of the love you got, and gave back in measure. You'll always be remembered.