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London Transport RML 2440 & MB90 with London Country AN264 in the background at Chesham Broadway. AVOID THE RUSH HOUR………
The re-incarnated Midland Blue Pullman using 43055/43046 sweeps down the Frome Avoider with '1Z60' the 06:00 from Eastleigh going down to Penzance.The train being advertised as 'The Cornish Coastal Pullman'. HST's are still the UK's best train whatever the livery!
---29 may 2021---
On May 3, 1764, Charles Messier discovered this globular cluster (M3) and mistook it for a nebula without stars. He added it to his growing catalog of objects/regions that comet-hunters should avoid so they are not misled by diffuse non-star objects. He would end up cataloging 110 different "Messier objects" in his lifetime, while searching for comets. To him, these were basically areas of "non-interest" and he was far more interested in the 13 comets that he discovered throughout his observations.
Onto the object at hand... Messier 3 (M3) is a globular cluster that contains about 500,000 stars. The center of this cluster is about 32,000 light years away from Earth. This particular image came from about 3 hours of RGB data, roughly 1 hour in each color. Taken in my backyard on April 23-24, 2021 in Parkesburg, PA.
Scope: Skywatcher 150 PDS on Skywatcher HEQ5
Camera: ZWO ASI 1600MM Pro with EFW and ZWO filters
This Eleanor Cross is in Waltham Cross Hertfordshire. The top of the Cross can be seen in the puddle.
Seen in Aberystwyth on the morning of 15/07/2022,97302 prepares to leave the headshunt and join 37418 for run round after working 6C54 02:05 Chirk Kronospan Colas Rail to Aberystwyth Run Round Loop, with the type 3s taking it on in SHrewsbury.
A lamp post to avoid and difficult to get a clear view - we headed to other side of road.
Purely by chance the reflection of one of the nearby hotels has created a face on the body.
From www.artscityliverpool.com/single-post/2019/06/14/Striking...
The vibrant 4.5 metre (15ft) multicoloured sculpture explores themes of mental health and depression.
It has been created by award-winning Egyptian-born, North Yorkshire-based artist Sam Shendi and was chosen after a call went out for submissions from artists based in the North of England.
The sculptor said: "As with all my work, my hope is that Split Decision will have an impact on the people of Liverpool, both visually and emotionally, and stir a conversation about the issues of mental health and depression.
"Importantly, I want Split Decision to give hope to those going through dark times in their lives, so they know that there is always a light at the end of the tunnel."
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The Liverpool Plinth is the brainchild of the Liverpool BID Company in association with the Parish Church and dot-art.
The new sculpture replaces last year's winner, Gold Lamé - a suspended, bright gold car by Tony Heaton, which was originally commissioned as part of Art of the Lived Experiment for DaDaFest 2014 at the Bluecoat.
From www.theguideliverpool.com/giant-new-multicoloured-sculptu...
Split Decision uses colours to express a multitude of emotions and fears that a depressed individual experiences when having to make a decision. Represented by the outstretched legs, the artist also hopes to convey the positive opportunities that sit on the horizon for those who are struggling to overcome their mental anguish.
St Mark's Square, Venice... Early morning shot above the heads of the crowds that visit this magical venue on an early compact digital camera
The last surviving tank landing craft used at D-Day which avoided German shelling during the landings only to sink 66 years later in a dock on Merseyside arrived in Southsea today as part of her move to a museum.
Landfall, also known as LCT 7074, was restored at the Portsmouth Naval Base in a £4.7million project and will now go on to grace Southsea Common in Hampshire in front of the D-Day Story museum.
The 194ft (53m), 300-ton vessel was one of 800 such boats which carried tanks and military supplies on to the French beaches at Normandy as part of the Allied invasion force of June 6, 1944.
The last surviving tank landing craft used at D-Day which avoided German shelling during the landings only to sink 66 years later in a dock on Merseyside arrived in Southsea today as part of her move to a museum.
Landfall, also known as LCT 7074, was restored at the Portsmouth Naval Base in a £4.7million project and will now go on to grace Southsea Common in Hampshire in front of the D-Day Story museum.
The 194ft (53m), 300-ton vessel was one of 800 such boats which carried tanks and military supplies on to the French beaches at Normandy as part of the Allied invasion force of June 6, 1944.
But a £5million rescue operation by the Royal Navy's museum then saw her raised four years later and restored at the Portsmouth Naval Base.
Hasselblad 500C/M, Zeiss Distagon 50mm f/4 C T*, Fuji Velvia 100
You get up and get dressed for warmth. Sling the bag and the tripod in the car and head for the hills. Landscape is the raw material and even the hard hearted can't avoid the dawn. Desaturated and detached gives in to the luscious. Gimme.
You park the car, feeling ashamed. The glow is already beginning and you should have been here 20 minutes ago. Wellies. Grab the kit. Rush over to where your think you can grab some foreground interest. Wrestle with the tripod and the ridiculous camera. Change lens. Change backs. Compose. Move the camera around. Get it level. Compose. Coarse focus. Meter. Shadows are just going to be black on Velvia anyway. Choose exposure. Come on. Give me this one, just once and I'll go back to taking photos in the woods, concrete and urban detritus. Focus. f16 and B. Fix release cable. Remove darkslide. Click. Grasshoppers. Thumb up. Pop. Wind. Roll finishes. Sky fades to normal Sussex morning.
It doesn't mean much. Any photographer or happy snapper would have done the same. The Earth turns and this happens every day. But you've proven you are still trying.
I have never been a ‘joiner’.
I refused categorically to join the Brownies, It was not open for discussion. I did not want to wear brown and sit in a dank wooden hut being bossed around.
In her attempts to socialise me my mother somehow got me to join a swimming club AND a ballet class in one of my weak moments. I was not happy. Dreading the afternoons where instead of going home and eating biscuits in front of cartoons I would be dragged off to yet more damp halls and have to change into more outfits.
I arrived at my first session of ballet expecting to be presented with a beautiful pearl encrusted bodice and tutu with shimmering satin point shoes. This was my biggest incentive to join. Instead I was given a pale blue, lycra-free leotard and disappointing looking, pitta bread shoes with elastic across the front. We sat in circles doing the ‘good toes naughty toes exercise’ for what felt like six months.
There was one solitary boy in our class. The poor bugger. I remember him looking like a Romanian orphan all little and frail with a number one cut and a black leotard. Nowadays I would much rather hang out with the boys than the girls but in those days girls were safe and didn’t have clammy hands. Being new and having no allies I was the one who had to dance with the boy. I think I spent the entire length of the hall that we had to prance down pulling away from him as hard as I could with thundering, angry stomps.
At the end of the lesson I pointed out to my mother that I was hugely unsatisfied; No fancy costume fit for the Nutcracker (regardless of whether I could actually even do ‘good toes’ yet), no fancy shoes. At the end of one long hour, I was not able to get my leg up as high as my head; I was not clonking around on point doing pliés, développés, grand fouetté en tournant, dégagés, grand rond de jambe, rond de jambe en l'air, coupés, battements tendus, attitudes, arabesques, and all types of pirouettes. Being subjected to the humiliation ‘clammy hands’ as my partner took the absolute biscuit (which he smelt of).
I informed my mother that I would be resigning herewith reasoning that I now wanted to concentrate my efforts on swimming.
Two weeks later I informed my mother that I would be resigning herewith from swimming because I wanted to concentrate on being alone and avoiding ‘joining in.’
It continued throughout primary school. I waged a war against ‘country dancing’. I trained a renegade band of girls not to join. We would continue to play ‘off ground touch’ and stealing the boy’s footballs and then kicking them in the shins in preference.
Little by little my gang shrunk. Each week another member slunk off to wear the apricot skirt of the ‘dancers’ until one day it was me, sat alone in the playground, not dancing and not kicking boys.
So I joined.
I hated to admit it, I loved it.
Naturally I had to bring a little of rebellion to it though and when we went ‘on tour’ to the school down the road I managed to start a country dancing riot against the girls who wore lilac skirts.
Why do some kids resist ‘joining in’ with such fervour whilst others happily accept every new membership to club and lesson?
I am still exactly as I was at 6 years old. I joined a running club last year and quit after a few months because I couldn’t see the point of waiting around all day to go running with a bunch of strangers making small talk when I could go running on my own whenever I felt like it, in silence and think hateful, angry thoughts to help me get up the tough hills and stop to stroke horses in fields and flirtatious cats if I so desired.
I cannot bear having some ‘thing’ looming at the end of my day that I must do, even if in theory I quite like what I will be doing. It ruins all the idle hours before, taints them with a countdown to the ‘activity’ and gives me time to build up dread.
So I want to know chaps, who is a joiner and who is an avoider?
Northbound HST on the Gloucester Avoiding Line in 1982.Notice the three class 25 locos in the sidings on the right,presumably on the way to Swindon for scrapping.
The Catedral de Santa Catalina was originally planned as a parish church for the Spaniards in 1665, but in 1682 it was elevated to the rank of cathedral. Work was not completed until 1762. The two bell towers were not completed to avoid higher taxation as the colonial authorities levied a lower tax on buildings that were not completed. The cathedral features a stunning Baroque façade containing elements of native iconography that was carved out of volcanic rock.
Avoiding the traffic on Interstate 95 in South Florida, passengers on a northbound Tri-Rail train pass through Boynton Beach with cab car TCRX 505 leading on the former CSX Miami Subdivision (ex-Seaboard-All Florida Railway) now South Florida Rail Corridor.
GB Railfreight Class 92, 92043 arrives into Crewe with the Down Highlander (1S25). The service had been diverted 'off route' via Stoke for the second night running to avoid possessions on the Fasts and congestion caused by the HOBC operating between Stafford and Crewe.
50 019 Ramillies heads 1C36, the 11:23 Paddington - Newquay past Wolfhall
The ballast of the abandoned MSWJR avoiding line is in the foreground adjacent to the bridge parapet where it crossed the GWR line
Spiders hate the smell of citrus fruits such as lemons and oranges so always carry one with you. ( If you don't like them )
This amazingly lifelike painting by JXC is on the roof of the Blenhiem shopping center in Penge waiting for its next victim.