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Didn't look like much would happen as I sat out the rain hoping for some light on the back of the storm, and then this
The rains from Saturday night flooded most of downtown. The Amtrak parking lot is usually empty of silt and rocks. Water must have been at least six inches deep in the foreground and the tracks - both UP and BNSF - were probably under a foot of water.
SOLD • January 2019, watercolor on 140lb cold-pressed 100% cotton paper, commissioned by Paul Jones based on original photograph (www.flickr.com/photos/paulbjones/13251286523/in/album-721...)
Project C.A.R.S. release build, PC
4k (downsampling), resized to 1440p
-No Photoshop
-ReShade v0.18
-MasterEffect Reborn 1.1.190
Camera edit (Ctrl+K) mode,
keybinds (neogaf post)
Processed in GIMP 2.8.16
A sunny afternoon on the patio of a local eatery sometimes stretches into the evening when the company is genial.
After the closure of the former Somerset & Dorset Joint Railway network in March 1966, the next job was to start dismantling the line. Class 22 diesel hydraulic locos were regulars on this sad chore, their sad looking faces reflecting that. Here we in late summer 1966 at Combwich, the railway still looks open, but don’t be fooled, now the work starts removing anything of scrap value or possible reuse. Soon the rails will be gone, the buildings will be bulldozed. Within a few years it might be an industrial park, a featureless housing estate, or maybe a supermarket.
Aftermath of a train safety demonstration to the kids.
I cannot show images of kids for privacy reasons.
Rail Safety Week, Central Station, Sydney, Australia (Monday 15 August 2016)
The Jedi tended to wounded clone. The other one made a fire out of those firefek'ing droids.
" How's he doing." The red one said
"Not that good but I am trying my best to keep him alive."
A few minutes later two 212th troopers rode up on a speeder with a stretcher.
"Finally." The red one said
The Jedi lifted the clone up and put him on the stretcher.
A cold dull walk at Toms Hill.
First time I’ve been up here since the recent heavy storms, and there’s quite a bit of damage.
Of all the crack troops at the disposal of the South American Federation, none were ever as feared as those of the Special Operations Shock Troops (SOST).
During the Terrastralian-Federation War, few who crossed paths with these vicious fighters lived to tell the tale. Junior Sergeant Pyotr Kunetsov of the 1st Guards Mechanised Rifles Brigade, East Terrastralian Army, was the sole survivor of his patrol, being taken prisoner when his magazine ran empty and he was tackled by a Shock Trooper.
While photographing this viewpoint higher up on Signal Hill, we hear a couple of loud and distinct cracks. After an hour nothing had happened so we moved to a different spot closer to the water - hoping for a better view. By the time we got there, we had missed the "big splash" by just a few minutes and could see only the aftermath. Apparently, the resulting wave went as high as the berg itself. It must have been spectacular to see.