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CTB Alexander Dennis Enviro500 12m MKII (Open-top) (Lend to NWFB for New Year's Eve Special Route - H2C/H2S for Additional Departure or Spare Bus)
August 26, 2019 [door]
She has opened the door to my heart. ❤️ Wait...is that too cheesy?
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"B" side: 26 by 26 Challenge #14:
Photograph something you consider insignificant.
–Riitta Ikonen & Karoline Hjorth
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De foto geplaatst alleen maar - kijk eens in de lucht - omdat ik ook een libelle in beeld heb. Het is een Paardenbijter. Zelf geniet ik van zo'n treffer. Ik fotografeer vaak insecten. En deze had ik al rond zien darren.
Lineas 186 209 passeert met een UC Voordorp richting Roosendaal
I'm curious to see how these little fondant witch hats I made today will look on the cupcakes we are making tomorrow!
When we pray, God hears more than we say, answers more than we ask, gives more than we imagine in his own time and in his own way.
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taken moments after a homeless woman had been following us started touching my baby, and moments just before fox 13 news randomly stopped me and interviewed me for a piece they are doing.
good golly, i hope they don't show me on tv. it happened to me once, and i'm Terrible with a capital T in front of a camera.
Morirò di paura
e venire là in fondo,
maledetto padrone
del tempo che fugge,
del buio e del freddo:
ma lei aveva vent'anni
e faceva l'amore,
e nei campi di maggio,
da quando è partita,
non cresce più un fiore ...
E canterò,
stasera canterò,
tutte le mie canzoni canterò,
con il cuore in gola canterò:
e canterò la storia delle sue mani
che erano passeri di mare,
e gli occhi come incanti d'onde
scivolanti ai bordi delle sere;
e canterò le madri che
accompagnano i figli
verso i loro sogni,
per non vederli più, la sera,
sulle vele nere dei ritorni;
e canterò finché avrò fiato,
finché avrò voce di dolcezza e rabbia
gli uomini, segni dimenticati,
gli uomini, lacrime nella pioggia,
aggrappati alla vita che se ne va
con tutto il furore dell'ultimo bacio
nell'ultimo giorno dell'ultimo amore;
e canterò finché tu piangerai,
e canterò finché tu perderai,
e canterò finché tu scoppierai
e me la ridarai indietro.
Ma non avrò più la forza
di portarla là fuori,
perché lei adesso è morta
e là fuori ci sono la luce e i colori:
dopo aver vinto il cielo
e battuto l'inferno,
basterà che mi volti
e la lascio nella notte,
la lascio all'inverno...
e mi volterò
le carezze di ieri
mi volterò
non saranno mai più quelle
mi volterò
e nel mondo, su, là fuori
mi volterò
s'intravedono le stelle
mi volterò perché l'ho visto il gelo
che le ha preso la vita,
e io, io adesso, nessun altro,
dico che è finita;
e ragazze sognanti m'aspettano
a danzarmi il cuore,
perché tutto quello che si piange
non é amore.
e mi volterò perché tu sfiorirai,
mi volterò perché tu sparirai,
mi volterò perché già non ci sei
e ti addormenterai per sempre.
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Went To The Vancouver Canadians Single A Baseball Game Against Salem- Keiser. Caught This Pitch As It Goes Off The Batter's Bat At 90MPH
IF YOU VIEW THIS ON BLACK I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER :)
THIS IS VERY LONG. BUT IT’S ONE I REALLY SUGGEST YOU READ.
My body swayed as the heat caressed every part of me. Absolute white pierced my vision when I looked into your face. It was so bright that my eyes couldn’t stay open but somehow I still saw you. Light radiated out of your skin so vividly that I couldn’t make out the details. In that moment though, the utter awe that consumed me silenced everything else.
“Come away with me.” Your words…your voice. There are no words that I could use to describe the pure beauty of it. Like water and thunder. There was such a beautiful tenderness yet still, such power, in those four words. I always imagined your voice to echo off of mountains and for birds to flock in fear as they flew in all directions. It was more than that. It was so much more. The stuttering of my heart had the faintest whisper of all those people lifting their voices. All those people crying out your name.
Your hand reached for me. I was frozen still as your fingers touched the boney part of my chest. I gasped. It was like I had walked head first into a hurricane. This wall of pressure swallowed me in such a peaceful way. The workers that beat my heart were swallowed in this tsunami of feeling. All the colours, all the light, all the emotions of the world rolled into one beautiful fusion that rushed through the wires of my veins. I could no longer breath on my own for the air that filled my lungs was much too sweet. Strength prickled down my spine. I tried to open my eyes, I tried to speak but you were just too overwhelming. I never truly appreciated or understood the term ‘beautiful’ until your presence seeped through my worldly flesh and bones. I never honestly understood your love until your arms embraced me and your lips, covered in sweet honey, spoke into my ear. “Open up your heart and let me in.”
Before I could understand any of this you were fading from my grasp. I swear, I swear I saw you smile. Or maybe it was simply the reflection of my own upturned lips. All I know is that when the light left after you and all I had to breathe was the stale air of my bedroom, I was certain that I was loved.
Come away with me, come away with me
It’s never too late, it’s not too late, it’s not too late for you
I have a plan for you. I have a plan for you.
It’s gonna be wild. It’s gonna be great. It’s going to be full of me.
- Jesus Culture, Come away with me/Let me in
Maddie sent me a really interesting flickrmail, simply asking for some guidance as to what to do to strengthen your faith. Where to start. All that jazz. Honestly, it’s all pretty overwhelming and it all seems so crazy. I’m one to doubt everything about my faith because of how logical I am.
So Maddie and any one else who’s interested, my honest truth is that I’m not sure if I would believe in God like I do, or even at all if I didn’t feel him. So many people have this strict christian regime. You read your bible. You go to church. You call yourself a christian. You believe god died and came back to life. Okay cool. But here’s the deal…sure those things are important but what happens if that’s not even the point? What happens if there’s so much more?
Matthew 7:21-23 ““Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. Many will say to me on that day, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name and in your name drive out demons and in your name perform many miracles?’ Then I will tell them plainly, ‘I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!’”
I know I’ve used this verse before but it’s always on my heart. It has bothered me for a long time and no, I don’t know the complete meaning but God has given me a revelation. Your “Christian 101” book isn’t going to cut it. The beauty of having faith is having a relationship with God. Do you think someone who loved you enough to give their only son only wants to hear you say “God, You are Lord.” ? He doesn’t need us. He wants us. He wants our love. He wants to love us. Your faith will not grow or be strengthened because sooner or later you will have had read the bible through, said all the prayers your pastor says, proclaimed God is real. You won’t see the millions of messages God can give you with only one verse if you don’t have a relationship with him.
My writing simply tried ( and I mean tried because it’s nearly impossible) to describe the beauty of the holy spirit. The way God absolutely consumes you.
But if you’re looking for tips right now, my advice:
Listen to Jesus Culture. (especially their new album come away) (or any Christian band ha). Listen to the lyrics. Let his beautiful power move through the praise and worship and touch you.
Go to your bible. Read whatever’s there. Get a bible reading plan maybe. You’re not going to be able to necessarily find a verse that fits your situation in life until you get to know the bible really well. But a good place to start is 1 John chapters 1 through 5. It’s almost like a handbook to our faith. It’s pretty awesome and reassuring.
Pray. Pray like never before. Blast music. Get quiet. Do what you want but really try praying. Don’t feel dumb or try to use big words just because your pastors do. Talk to God like you’d talk to anyone. You might not hear him, you might feel weird as if you’re just talking to the wall. Keep praying though. He will touch you. But remember our faith isn’t about feeling God and getting, getting, getting. It’s about giving praise to the most glorious God.
Overall, those steps are simple things you can do. But if you don’t allow yourself to have a relationship with God you risk not feeling him in a way that is so powerful. In a way that my writing just can’t do justice.
The love you’ll feel for and from God is unlike anything ever. I hope this can remind you of that. I hope this can touch you in a way that reminds you how much you just want god.
" Les pensées sont les ombres de nos sentiments." Friedrich Nietzsche
" Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings." Friedrich Nietzsche
Epecuén Cementery.
26 by 26 Challenge #15
Take a portrait without showing the face. – Tom Broadbent
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Rock Island northbound freight #26 rips through a fine Spring evening, headed by an F9, F9b, ex-DRGW GP7, F9b, GP9, GP7, U28b, U25b (4150….230), obviously some power balancing is happening here! As I recall - and I had worked for them the previous summer and would work again the next summer - Train 26 was often a handy way to get much needed power back north. With grain and other loads predominating the southward traffic, more power was needed to go south than to haul the empties north. With Rock's power woes getting more and more desperate, some creative ways to obtain other railroads' castoffs were taken. One was a three way trade with U.P. and Rio Grande that involved two of the units in this consist. The leader was a former U.P. F9 that had worked its years (probably most its service life) in the Pacific Northwest, and the huge snowplow that had served so well in its former habitat was now an unneeded appendage. UNfortunately there was NO standard pilot behind the snowplow, so it stayed on. I recall an engineer telling me that he took out the planks in a road crossing in one of these things! Rock's penchant for speed and the riding qualities of our mainline made that easy to predict. The Rio Grande Geeps came with no multi-unit receptacles so those had to be installed, and of course the dynamic brakes would see only neglect. But power was power, and the Russian export grain movement to the Gulf made it necessary to scrounge up whatever they could find. Also, they could employ Yours Truly!