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This mechanical hand looks a bit like it is made of an alloy, which means that there is a risk that liquid metal embrittlement could occur. With much focus a conversation about this topic was not initiated by me. The Max Planck Institute has a short and simple explanation of the topic. www.mpie.de/3042952/Liquid-Metal-Embrittlement as well as here www.sciencedirect.com/topics/engineering/liquid-metal-emb...
This June and July, I've been driving through the countryside surrounding the highway to the seaside more than ever - the highway was congested quite often, and I'd rather drive slowly through the beautiful scenery than be stuck crawling on the highway.
Taken with an Olympus OM-1 film camera, and Olympus S Zuiko MC Auto-Zoom 35–70mm F4 lens, on a custom-rolled, shortened Agfa APX 400 film. Developed in Adox Adonal 1+50, at 21°C for 19 minutes.
Scanned with my trusty Plustek OpticFilm 8100 dedicated film scanner using VueScan x64 9.5.
Inside the Sistine Chapel (in 2019) that's located in the Apostolic Palace... the official residence of the pope, in the Vatican City State.
The entrance to the Sistine Chapel was included into the Vatican Museums ticket.
My mannequin was feeling blue this afternoon. I invited her to go to the Park with me to have a little talk ... She avoided looking at me all the time...
The old Johnson place was avoided by everyone-even the adults of this small community. During the day, it was much like any other home left to the deleterious effects of entropy. At night...at night, it was a different story, and if you were brazen enough to enter the house after sunset, well, as any gambler can tell you, all bets were off. They say that the last person to try to spend the night there, was Sammy Baker. Everybody who knows will tell you, Sammy ain't been right since. There's folks says he seen the ghost of old Jedidiah Johnson who hanged hisself nigh onto 50 years ago. Yep, he hanged hisself from the ceiling in the stairway to the second floor. But, Sammy just wanders around town saying, "Little children ought'n be in dark houses." Nobody knows what he means.
Danny Stone, and Cassie Clarke stood behind a tree, gazing at the old house that seemed to glimmer and gleam in the bright light of a full moon. Their hearts pounded forcefully in their chests. They were both 13, and had been planning this night for years. After a sackful of "I will if you will's", and "You won't so I won'ts", they had finally decided on this night. Their plan was to enter the house through a small hole in the wall near the back door. That way, they wouldn't be seen from the street.
Danny went first, squeezing his slightly chubby frame through the small opening. As he unsuccessfully tried to switch on his torch, he heard a sound from the other side of the room.
"Cass", he whispered, "Is that you? Cassie, answer me."
"What?" came the reply from right behind him. She had quietly followed Danny in. "Turn your light on," she said.
"I'm trying, but the darn thing isn..." Before he could finish his sentence, his light came on in all its lumen glory, striking him right in the eyes. Blinking, he shone his torch across the room to where he had heard the sound, just a minute ago. Nothing. He saw nothing, but, even as he was resigned to chalking the sound up to his rather juiced up imagination, he thought that he saw something move in the hallway, outside the door to the room.
"Did you see that!?!?!?" he asked Cassie, his voice quavering.
"Uhh, yeah."
"What was it?"
"I dunno" she said. Looked like a small child in a white dress of some kind"
"Get real. What kinda little child would be running around here in a white dress?"
"Maybe one that isn't alive anymore! Maybe it was some kinda haint."
In a moment, they heard a childlike voice calling them from somewhere deeper in the house. "Danny, Cassie, come play with me. My momma says it's ok. Danny, Cassie. Danny, Cassie." The voice went on in a singsong kind of lilt. "If you don't play with me, then I will be VERY cross. Momma says that I'm not very nice when I'm cross. You do want to play with me, don't you? Why else would you have come? Don't, make, me CROSS." The voice now was tinged with malevolence. Danny and Cassie were beginning to doubt the genius of this whole idea.
Nevertheless, Cassie grabbed a hold of the sleeve of Danny's shirt, and they slowly, agonizingly slowly, made their way toward the voice. The voice that had not stopped calling them.
Danny's light guided them into a long hallway that stretched toward the front door of the house. Doorways led off on each side, and near the front, they saw the bottom of a stairway leading to the second floor. That must be the stairway where old Jedidiah hanged hisself. They both shook violently as if a cold breeze had just struck them from behind. As they neared the bottom step, they realized that the voice seemed to be coming from upstairs. Eventually, they both stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking intently where Danny's light shone on the bottom step. As his light slowly moved upward one step at a time, their eyes followed along. They resisted looking above the top step to the landing.
Danny counted, "One, two three", and he popped his light onto the landing, as they both gasped together! Wide eyed, they both quickly realized that there was nothing, no one there.
"Danny, Cassie, come and play with me. You'll have fun, I promise. But, if you don't, I will be VERY, VERY CROSS. Momma says I shouldn't be cross, because when I am, that's when I HURT people. People like my baby brother. You don't know him. He doesn't live here any more. One day, he wouldn't stop crying, so, I became VERY CROSS with him. I went to his crib, and made him stop crying. Now, he no longer cries. That makes me happy. You want me to be happy, don't you?"
Danny gulped, and asked, "What is your name, little girl?"
"It's Kako," she replied.
"Hello, Kako. Should we come up?" Cassie inquired.
"Yes. Yes do. Come up to my room and play with me. I won't hurt you, if you don't make me cross." Cassie tugged Danny's sleeve, and the two 13 year olds started up the stairs-never taking their eyes off the landing above them.
"Are we dreaming?" Danny whispered harshly to Cassie.
"If we are, then we must be having the same dream. Is that even a thing?"
"Uh, yeah, no," Dan replied squeamishly.
At the landing they paused, but, only for a moment, as Kako's voice continued to beckon them from a room at the back of the house. The door to the last room was open, and from within came a faint blueish glow, reminiscent of an autumn fog.
"What the honkin' hairy heck is that," Cassie wondered aloud.
"I dunno-the Blue Light special?"
"Hahah, very funny. If you could see my eyes right now, you'd see them rolling."
"Danny, come in. Cassie, come and play. There's always room for another."
Before looking in the room, Cassie, and Danny looked each other in the eye in the dim light, nodded, then stepped into the room.
No one ever knew what happened to Danny Stone, and Cassie Clarke that night. They were never seen again, in spite of a multi-state Amber Alert. They just disappeared off the face of the earth. But every month, around full moon time, Sammy Baker can be seen standing, staring at the old Johnson place, and muttering under his breath, "Little children ought'n be in dark houses." And, it's said, by them what oughta know, that if you wait quietly outside the old Johnson place on the night of a full moon, that you can hear voices from inside. The voices of children playing. Three children.
Putting a new roof on the extension today and we managed to avoid the storm that was skirting the east of the town ,the gods were with us on this job .
1013 Western Ranger opens up as it passes Clink Road Junction and takes the Frome avoiding route with a Paddington to Paignton service 24/8/1974.
9th November 2017., Rte 190, California, United States
Heading east on CA-190 with Panamint Springs behind
Couple days ago we went in the neighbourhood. I stumbled upon the sky, it looked really amazing because of the colours. However I couldn't get high enough to avoid trees and other houses.
2024 Total Solar Eclipse. To avoid clouds over Toronto my wife and I drove 3 hours west to Chatham-Kent area. We were in a rural area with farms nearby and we could hear cows mooing during totality. All in all, a great experience, probably not to be repeated again in this lifetime. The moon approached from below and covered the Sun for slightly over two minutes, enough to get some decent photos of all of eclipse phases, including the diamond ring with solar prominence (top right corner), Corona, and Bailey's Beads (bottom left corner) - the whole enchilada. The orange hue of the Sun before and after totality is due to the lens filter used, the filter was removed during totality.
Some rare track for passenger stock as Locomotive Services Limited Class 47s, 47593 "Galloway Princess" and 47853 (carrying former number 47614) lead the ECS for the following day's Statesman Rail Settle & Carlisle circular (from Scarborough) via the freight avoider lines at Crewe.
The pair of Sulzers are seen heading across Salop Goods Junction and onto the Down Manchester Independent as they make their way to stable overnight in York as 5Z39 11:48 Crewe Holding Sidings to York Holgate Siding.
Full consist: 47593 47853 + 3348 3344 3426 3384 1211 3312 3229 8004 33188 3438 17056
As booked the sun went in 60 seconds before 60103 arrived and came back our 60 seconds after it passed! Seen here at Lunds with 'The Waverley'
I usually avoid uploading two photos from the same series back to back. In this case, I wanted to say a bit more about watching this Eagle try -- and fail -- to fly through the wind and get into the next.
It must seem like a simple thing, just fly into the nest. What was actually happening, though, was this: There was a 25-30mph wind blowing through the trees and across the nest. The eagle had to approach directly into the wind, using its flight speed to counter the wind in its face. The eagle would circle around at a distance, line up facing the wind, and flap hard, flying directly at the nest.
At some point, the eagle would just level out its wings for least wind resistance, and attempt to 'glide' into the nest. Short of the nest, the eagle's forward speed would become zero, and it would literally hang in the air. No forward motion was possible. After a few seconds of this stalemate, the eagle would dip a wing, which then caught the air and turned the eagle away from the nest.
After each group of several failed attempts, it would fly off for a short bit, drop down low, circle, and then start lining up again. Gave the opportunity for a number of good shots...and perhaps just a bit closer than I might have wanted to be to a frustrated Bald Eagle.
Once the wind diminished slightly, the landing was successful.
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I try to avoid posting 2 shots in 1 day, but I often fail on a weekend. This shot was also from this morning and it was from here that I realised there was a better shot from the slipway down in the bay.
However I wanted to post this as I liked the fact that the sun broke through and lit the tower in the bay. It had done so about 20 mins earlier, but by the time I set up, it was gone. I had resolved to go down to the slipway when it broke one last time (it was raining 20 mins after this).
Anyway, the other reason I posted it was because (although not perfect), I think it shows my development over these past 5 months. The post below shows an earlier attempt to capture the width and beauty of the bay and although I was lacking conditions and a ultra wide lens, I would have repeated a similar comp. I have come to realise that for bays and simple landscapes, this 3:1 crop just work so nicely (or a 2.59:1). I also think much more about what it is the frame and where its edges are. Simple things, but it only comes with experience.
PS. I said I was a thief and so I am. The black bar with title at the bottom of the frame is directly ripped of from Pawel. I hope you don't mind!
Not sure if you've had enough of these kites, but the light was so good the day I went to Nant yr Arian I can't help posting another one! There were nearly always two or more birds coming down for meat on the water which made for untidy pictures, but in this instance I thought it worked in the composition as well as showing the behaviour.
I read a review of the 7D MkII the other day, written by Andy Rouse, and in it I learnt something useful that I hadn't known before and which applies to all Canon (and maybe other) cameras. I'll mention it here in case its useful to anyone: The default Picture Style is Standard, and I've always left it on that with all the cameras I've had, but he points out that this style sharpens the whole picture slightly even when you're shooting raw. If you choose the Faithful Picture Style it won't do that. Its useful because you will probably want to selectively sharpen your images rather than sharpen across the board, so you can leave the background nice and smooth…. I've immediately changed my settings, but I haven't taken any pictures yet, since changing it!!
Because there is some doubt about what I've said above about Picture Styles, this is the quote from the Andy Rouse article:
"Now a little about the processing. It was shot with a "Faithful" picture style which applies 0 sharpening. This is a really really important point and you need to understand its significance. If you set the style as " Standard" then sharpening is applied to the whole image. If you leave this untouched then the RAW converter, Canon's DPP in this case, will sharpen the RAW during processing to the same degree and you will get a TIFF that has been sharpened across the whole image. This means all the noisy bits have been sharpened too!!! Myself, and many pros like me, never ever ever do this. We sharpen only the bits of the image that need sharpening, i.e. the deer here. This means that I switch off all sharpening, by using "Faithful" and ensure that the RAW converter does the same at processing time. Then, when I am finished my colour correction in Photoshop I sharpen only the deer using Nik Sharpen on a layer. That way I avoid any background noise being sharpened. I have done this with every single camera I have ever used and I have applied it here to the 7D2 as well."
Bigg's (Transient) Killer Whales
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Bigg’s killer whales do not vocalize or echolocate as much as resident killer whales to avoid detection by their prey. They also engage in conspicuous activities like breaching and playing at the surface less frequently than residents However, Bigg’s often engage in dramatic activity while attacking their prey. Depending on the size of the animal being pursued, they may ram their prey sometimes knocking it into the air, strike it with their tails, or swim on top of it to force it underwater until it drowns.
Previously known as transient killer whales, Bigg’s killer whales were renamed in honour of the late pioneer killer whale researcher Dr. Michael Bigg who discovered at least two types of killer whale that inhabit the coastal waters of British Columbia (B.C.). Bigg’s killer whales roam over large areas of the British Columbia coast and beyond in smaller groups, feeding on marine mammals such as seals, sea lions, and even other whales.
Just to avoid confusion this amazing mashup isnt mine, its by guidethisonekalahira www.flickr.com/photos/126337291@N08/ and the whole credit is hers, Ive only been checking how its in game for her :), and its amazing!