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The first both electric locomotives, the Henschel built, became in 1906 with the factory numbers 7443 and in 7444 to the Saxon state railway for the distance Dresden - Deuben.
The locomotive with the factory number 7444 received the company number 2 and was taken over in 1928 from the Dresden transport services. She received there later the number 3092.
In 1972 the locomotive was put down and sold in April, 1979 to the company Thyssen Henschel in Kassel.
However, besides, she should have received the factory sign of the sister's locomotive in 7443 and the company number 1, so that really the first Henschel-electric locomotive came back to Kassel.
From our recent getaway to the Bay of Fundy, which has the highest tides in the world...
From the Nova Scotia Lighthouse Preservation Society
In 1859, William Earley supervised the construction of the Margaretsville Lighthouse, built by Sir Brenton Haliburton. The guiding light was installed in the following October and William became the first lightkeeper. Through the endeavours of Viva Moody of Margaretsville and Mrs. Maybelle Earley Warren of the USA, in 1985, the Canadian Coast Guard had a plaque installed on the lighthouse commemorating William's tenure as lightkeeper.
Larry and I did a short getaway to the Bay of Fundy area, and checked out the Grand-Pré National Historic Site. The park tells the story of the sad story of the Acadian expulsion from Atlantic Canada from 1755 to 1764.
Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden is a large park with an eminent garden in Shinjuku and Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan. It was originally a residence of the Naitō family in the Edo period. Afterwards, it became a garden under the management of the Imperial Household Agency of Japan. It is now a park under the jurisdiction of the national Ministry of the Environment.
The shogun bequeathed this land to Lord Naitō (daimyo) of Tsuruga in the Edo period who completed a garden here in 1772. After the Meiji Restoration the house and its grounds were converted into an experimental agricultural centre. It then because a botanical garden before becoming an imperial garden in 1879. The current configuration of the garden was completed in 1906. Most of the garden was destroyed by air raids in 1945, during the later stages of World War II. The garden was rebuilt after the war.
The jurisdiction over the Imperial Palace Outer Garden and the Kyoto imperial garden was transferred to the Ministry of Health and Welfare (now part of the Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare) in 1947.
On May 21, 1949 the garden became open to the public as "National Park Shinjuku Imperial Gardens". It came under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of the Environment in January 2001 with the official name "Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden".
Eye catching features on The Chanonry, Old Aberdeen. These buildings are much more recent than the street itself, the name coming from the fact that it was once home to the canons (clergy) of St Machar’s Cathedral, which sits at the far end. The college of canons was incorporated as early as 1240, although canons may have lived here longer than that - the nearby church became a cathedral in the 1100s.
April 23 is also my birthday.
How the tradition of a red rose and a book became celebrated on April 23.
According to the legend, Sant Jordi killed a dragon to save a princess and then a bush of red roses sprouted from its spilled blood. Years later, on April 23, he was martyred for his religious beliefs. On Diada de Sant Jordi (the Feast Day of Saint Jordi), it is common to see rose stalls and red roses, the symbol of love, everywhere. Traditionally, men give a rose to their loved one. It is estimated that 40% of all the roses sold in a year in Barcelona are sold on this single day.
During the International Exhibition held in Barcelona in 1929, booksellers decided to set up stalls in the streets, to present their new Catalan publications and to encourage reading. The initiative was so successful they decided to change the date and establish 23rd April as Book Day, the day when two of the great names in the history of literature died: Cervantes and Shakespeare. In 1995, UNESCO’s General Assembly declared 23rd April World Book and Copyright Day.
On May 25, I took and posted a photo (see below) of what became a favorite flower, certainly what will be a favorite for many, many years. There's a certain sweep, grace, and beauty to the Alyogyne Ruth Bancroft. But there was one thing missing in my first 40 shots of ARB, the center.
Because the flowers are staggered on 12-18 foot widespread branches and that sway with the slightest breeze, my first shots only showed the beautiful petals from the outside and, while they captured the exquisite lavender* color, I did not get a chance to see what the stigma, anther(s), style found in the center of every flower.
Today, the wind blew and I shot more than 50 times to try and get a flower at least at eye level and slightly below. I was fairly certain that I had gotten the image I wanted, and I knew I would use a light vignette so that the viewer would focus on the flower and not the extraneous leaves, dead flowers, cactus in the background and so forth.
When I posted this morning (Tuesday), I said that the temperature was supposed to be 105°. And I had a doctor's appointment so there would be no wildflower photography today. Then, my doc's office called and asked if I could change it to tomorrow morning. Yes. I looked outside and the current temperature was "only" 85°, and so I walked the mile and a half to Ruth Bancroft Garden. I took water! I also took over 200 shots, and only stayed for 90 minutes, coming home on the shady side of Bancroft Blvd. (Nice! Sunny going; shady coming home. Thanks, Ruth!)
*When I posted the first image, for the life of me I could not find the word I was looking for to describe the color. Violet. No. Lilac. No. Plum, good grief, no. So thanks to Bernie's suggestion of "lavender" I did not have to rearrange grey cells all day...
As I said, I took more than 200 photos this morning. Only three were acceptable. Normally, I would think that's an okay ratio because what I see on the LCD is never what I'll see on my monitor. I was disappointed only insofar as none of my damsels and dragons were as good as I thought when I pushed the shutter button. Turns out, you can have too much red and yellow and green from flowers behind the subject.
You will see more Alyogyne in the next few weeks. I think they go out of bloom in mid-June, so I'm taking shots from every vantage point. Unfortunately, I have several important things that I have to attend to through next Monday, and my next opportunity is Sunday. Probably will be 25° with 55 mph winds! (I should have mentioned that our temperatures - not weather - is extremely variable in May and June. Two weeks ago, we have a day when the temperature went from 36° to 96° and the next morning was already 80° at 9 AM.
One boat-tailed grackle "moved in" to the sea oat stalk next door to another grackle and its stalk. Almost immediately, property lines became points of contention and the two neighbors simply couldn't co-exist is such proximity. This dune ain't big enough for the both of 'em.
誤ってISOを100に固定していたため、意図せずスローシャッターになりました。
I mistakenly fixed the ISO to 100, so it slowly became a slow shutter.
Bittersweet nightshade might be one name for these. With the sun setting, I couldn't detect the reddish or magenta hues as we walked. But once on camera screen and on the monitor, the richer hues became visible.
"The Solanaceae, or nightshades, are a family of flowering plants that ranges from annual and perennial herbs to vines, lianas, epiphytes, shrubs, and trees, and includes a number of agricultural crops, medicinal plants, spices, weeds, and ornamentals."
~Wikipedia, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solanaceae
acrylic on canvas, 18 x 13 cm
Terug van nooit weg geweest
Zurück von nie weg gewesen
De regreso de nunca he estado lejos
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sie sind zurück
finally you are back
back from never been away
eine braune Erde
© by Jan Theuninck
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Stalag Zehn B
the feldwebel became a general
the campdoctor , a professor
and we the jews - it’s banal
we stayed jewish - no error
© by Jan Theuninck
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It didn't stop after the war and now it's back in all its intensity
im Dritten Reich durfte man nicht zu klug sein
in the Third Reich one couldn't be too clever
Op 11 oktober 2020 vertelde pastoor Jakob Tscharntke(von der evangelischen Freikirche im schwäbischen Riedlingen) aan de parochianen dat de globale elites de Derde Wereldoorlog voeren tegen burgers van alle landen en de Coronavirus-tirannie als hun vehikel gebruiken.
"das Grundrecht der körperlichen Unversehrtheit eingeschränkt" ist ein im Bundestag allzu oft verwendeter Ausdruck
"I was wrong when I said that Nazism came back in Germany. Globalist Germany is much more criminal. Globalism is really the most authoritarian and oppressive totalitarianism in history." (Cesare Sacchetti, journalist, May 9 2021)
A l'époque nazie, la liberté et l'unicité de l'individu devaient céder la place au conformisme, à la servitude et à la subordination. La pulvérisation de l'homme en une chose fut sans doute le plus grand drame du vingtième siècle. Avec cela, la proposition kantienne selon laquelle nous devrions toujours voir l'homme comme une fin et non comme un moyen, a été brutalement et impitoyablement écartée. (liberales.be)
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Jan Theuninck has been painting the evolution of Western totalitarianism for 20 years - he saw the evolution within the political spectrum where the socialist parties were lost (Fagospatose, 2001) in the Third Way (The third way is no way, 2004) movement of Clinton , Blair and Schröder with which they gave a face to communitarianism of the New World Order. He has often compared the latter to a new kind of National Socialism. His attention has always been fixed thanks to the more than 50 years of misery with blackmail games of the services and torture practices with chemical and energy weapons (Beyond the limit, 2001, Rinascimento, 2009, The culture of learned helplessness, 2011, Neostasi, 2012, Derailed system , 2012, The banality of Evil, 2013, Zersetzung, 2014, ils nous tiennent, 2015, Submission, 2015, Threat, 2016, Utopia, 2016, Conformity, 2017, Brainwashing, 2018, Warnung, 2019, Dein Kampf, 2019, Censorship, 2020, Post-truth society, 2020 and in 2021: Political Pandemic, New World Order, The Great Reset, Angel Vaccine, Aryan Corona Passport, Cytokine Storm, Back from never been away, Sustainable Dictatorship.
(In 2014 he already painted Virus Attack without believing that this would become a climax of the Davos counter-revolution years later)
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Jan Theuninck is a Belgian painter
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This Bridge instantly became a "must see" when I first learned of it while researching locations for our trip. It was one of the first places added to a map of locations to visit for photography. Labeled "the oldest stone bridge in the highlands", whether true or not, it certainly was something to see and a little challenging to find just the right composition.
blogged here: djenglandphotography.blogspot.com/2024/10/photo-of-week-2...
Magnolia manor was built by the Cairo businessman Charles A. Galigher in 1869. It is a 14-room red brick house which features double walls intended to keep out the city's famous dampness with their ten-inch airspaces. Inside the home are many original, 19th-century furnishings. Galigher became a friend of Ulysses S. Grant during the time Grant had command in Cairo. When Grant retired after two terms as president he was subject of a lavish celebration at Magnolia Manor.
Mytikas, Porto Germeno, Aigosthena coastal line, at the foot of the mountain Cithaeron, east side of Corinthian gulf, Attica, Greece.
When Alcyone became a bird (Kingfisher in English), I imagine she came with her beloved Ceyx and settled near this coastal path. It is the path of Alcyone. The history of Alcyone is well known. Alcyone and Ceyx were a couple, so beloved, that even the gods envied their happiness and beauty, which was unparalleled. But once Ceux humorously called Alcyone as Hera and then Alcyone called the Ceyx as Zeus. The father of the gods, Zeus, was angry, when he heard his own name and the name of his wife, goddess Hera, from the mouth of this enviable couple. So he watched Ceyx and the other day caused an accident on a boat trip.
The lovely Alcyone was waiting day after day for her husband. Goddess Hera felt profound sorrow for her and the tragic fate of Ceyx. She sent her messenger Iris, goddess of the rainbow, to look for Hypnos, the god of Sleep and comforter of the afflicted, to whom was assigned the mission of gently informing Alcyone about the death of her husband. Hypnos, in his turn, was very sorrow to inform and in his turn entrusted the mission to his son Morpheus, an expert in forming visions.
Morpheus created a life-like specter of Ceyx which revealed everything to Alcyone. “My love, I am dead. I always love you”. He explained the tragic circumstances concerning the shipwreck and his death. In profound grief, Alcyone ran to the seashore beating her breasts and tearing her garments. She suddenly beheld the body of a man that had been washed ashore. Coming closer, she realized it was the body of her beloved Ceyx. After performing the last rites and unable to continue living without her husband, Alcyone threw herself into the sea and got drowned, determined to join her husband in the land of the dead.
The gods on mountain Olympus were sad and profoundly affected by the tragic fate of Alcyone and Ceyx, as well as their wonderful love for one other which not even the frosty hands of death could extinguish. In order to atone for his rash action that was responsible for this tragedy, Zeus transformed the couple into the Halcyon birds (kingfisher).
The myth lives till today between the people of my country. The Greeks even today say the phrase "halcyon days". This phrase owes its origin to this beautiful myth of Alcyone and Ceyx. According to the legend and for the fact that fathers love so much their daughters, for two weeks every January, Aeolus, father of Alcyone, calms down the winds and the waves so that Alcyone, in the form of a kingfisher bird, can safely make her nest on the beach and lay her eggs. Hence, the term "halcyon days" comes to signify a period of great peace and calm!
The beautiful little blue-white church is St. Cyprianos.
In the background you can see the ends of Cithaeron mountain and in the distance Korobili mountain.
There is another photo with another view of this amazing path in my collection:
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Lomagnupur
Iceland
Rainbow chasing became somewhat of a hobby in Iceland and Scotland due to the wild nature of the weather and the low sun. This mountain in the south east of Iceland looked completely different when we last saw it 1 year prior in mist and stormy conditions. On this day, the wind abated leaving crystal clear reflections in front of the mountain. This rainbow persisted for several hours afterward. The colour cast in the sky was from using hitech filters - I chose to leave the magenta in this image as I liked the effect overall !
The wind became less and the first parachutes have had the chance to become dry....
Time is going by....
Brian Crain and Rita Chepurchenko - Wind
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Once Oakley became aware of my presence, a hasty retreat was in order
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This November became the worst month of my entire life.
On the 17th of November, my daddy’s heart took its final beat…
and in that moment, my whole world collapsed into a darkness I never knew existed.
I lost my beloved Daddy—
the man who gave me life,
who brought me light every time I needed it,
who held me up with his love, his words, his presence.
And suddenly… he was gone.
The emptiness I feel now is a raw, unbearable pain—
a silence that aches in every corner of my days.
I know healing takes time,
but some losses never truly fade.
Daddy, I miss you like crazy.
Every second. Every breath.
Forever… and beyond forever.
I want to apologize to all my sponsors for my lack of activity and creativity.
Right now, I simply can’t give as much as I wish I could.
I’m doing my best, but it’s incredibly hard at the moment.
Thank you for your patience, for your understanding, and for the kindness you’ve shown me during this difficult time.
Three views of a peculiar connector socket... and each of those evokes something totally different to me, as the titles of the three variants can attest. And it was not even intentional at the time of the shooting. 😇
The socket consists of a matrix of 6x6 (minus the ones in the corners, so 32 in total) golden plated contacts, whose directions are alternating at 90° of each other for each row, so as to guarantee an optimal robustness of the connection, probably. The dimension of the square matrix is 4x4cm, so it complies ideally with the 3" rule of the Macro Mondays group.
For the context, this socket is part of an old electrical device. I salvaged it from an electronic waste collecting point, out of curiosity, as It didn't look like anything I had seen before. With this week's "Socket" topic, it became obvious that I could finally make good use of the "thing". Entering in a search engine some reference number I found on the object, I could trace its origin as being a "communication test device" being used by the army.
Having opened it, I was impressed by the thoughtful engineering that went into its conception. Now that the object played its role a last time, I happily returned it to the electronic junk collection point, albeit as a heap of dissembled parts. 😊
End of last summer I became a proud owner a Land Rover and my very first trip was to Ireland. Wanted to see the Cliffs of Moher for ages! And what a day it was! The weather conditions were changeable all day, heavy rain, strong wind, sunshine, rainbows every 10 minutes. I really wanted to capture the rainbow with the cliffs but most of the time it showed up at the "wrong" place behind me. I was waiting for about couple of hours at this spot in rain near the cliff edge (I probably looked suspicious... haha...) but in the end it was worth it, for a moment there was a double rainbow just where I wanted it
Travelling in Bali, Indonesia in 1990 was different as we didn’t have internet or even cell phones yet. As an individual traveller I went on my own and followed information from others or travel guide books. In the remote part of East Bali, in Candi Dasa there were a few homestays at the beach for us. The owners of these small homestays sent their staff to wait for the bus and get guests to stay with them.
After trying some places, I found "Rama Bungalow" and it became ny base from where I did my exploring trips with a Sony Hi8 semi professional video camera and a Olympus photo camera.
There was only one road through Candi Dasa. The bus stopped near a temple at a "Warung" (Balinese restaurant/shop, kiosk)
Here was the stuff of three different accommodations waiting almost every day for the bus from Denpasar, and "Bemo's“, which are mini - busses for short distances and upropad destinations where the bus didn't go.
I took this photo in September 1990 with an analogue Olympus AZ 300 camera and 35mm Kodak Gold, ISO 200 negative film, and now scanned with Nikon Coolscan 4000D film scanner. (1990-09Neg 027_11A)
©This photo is the property of Helga Bruchmann. Please do not use my photos for sharing, printing or for any other purpose without my written permission. Thank you!
This sternwheeler became a great restaurant docked on the Ohio River at Covington, Kentucky. A rusted hull sent the Fink to a Gallipolis boat yard and a million dollar repair bill. Plans were made to renovate the restaurant but funds were lacking. A buyer or partner was sought to no avail. The Licking River Historical Society grew tired of the debris that surrounded to boat and wanted it moved. After a number of years the Mike Fink moved to Bellaire, Ohio and is now a headboat, having a machine shop and storage for a towing company. It had a great view of the Roebling Suspension Bridge and the City of Cincinnati.
One of the few corners of Warwick that escaped the Great Fire of Warwick of 1694.
Thomas Oken's House.
Thomas Oken (d.1573) came from a humble family, but became the richest man in Warwick, making his fortune dealing in wool and woven fabrics. He lived during the reigns of Henry VII, Henry VIII, Edward VI, Mary I and Elizabeth I, during a period of great religious change and social upheaval.
Oken was married but died childless, and left his personal fortune to the town. His will arranged – amongst other things – for the payment of the salary of the schoolmaster, annual payments to ‘the poor’, the paving of certain streets, the repairing of the bridge, the wages of the herdsmen and the beadle, the repairing of the wells and the provision of a number of almshouses. The Thomas Oken Charity is still in existence today – and still owns this building, the rent for which goes towards good causes for the benefit of Warwick people.
In his will, Thomas Oken also provided for the spending of £1 annually on a feast, preceded by a service at St. Mary’s. The annual feast still goes on to this day, during which a toast is always given to Thomas Oken’s memory!
During our stay in the Marigny district of New Orleans, I became fascinated by what they call "Shotgun Doubles". The most plentiful historic house type in New Orleans, the shotgun fits perfectly in the long, skinny lots that early developers designed when they divided up their family plantations.
Shotguns have rooflines that slope to both sides rather than to the front and the back, and, in their most elemental form, are just one room wide and completely without hallways inside. They are called shotgun houses because you can shoot a gun from the front of the house and it will exit the back without hitting a wall.
A blast from the past.
Back in 2019 many of us chased the WNYP as much as possible as the Big M636s were running out their last miles in Western PA. The new GE's would show up in early fall and scenes like this soon became a memory. That said, ZK and I were on location to capture Maddog Mike as he brings his train to the NS property line at Drift.
Fastforward to the present, it doesn't even look like the WNYP will be running down to Driftwood at all in the near future. But oh well, 5 of the Bigs have since shown up in Scranton where their future is definitely much brighter.
A 2nd shot of 66734 this time she is seen arriving at Hindlow Quarry. Hindlow Quarry is on Stearndale Moor which is pretty much the highest railway point in the area. The further east i ventured the snow became lighter. Even just a few miles away at Topley Pike the snow covering was much more patchy.
The tracks leaving the center of the right hand side of the frame lead to Dowlow Quarry just a few hundred yards further along the tracks.
66734 was working the 4H89 0510 Hams Hall to Hindlow.
Sweet dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head!
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
Sweet Sleep, with soft down
Weave thy brows an infant crown
Sweet Sleep, angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child!
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my delight!
Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the livelong night beguile.
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the dovelike moans beguile.
Sleep, sleep, happy child!
All creation slept and smiled.
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,
While o'er thee doth mother weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face
Holy image I can trace;
Sweet babe, once like thee
Thy Maker lay, and wept for me:
Wept for me, for thee, for all,
When He was an infant small.
Thou His image ever see,
Heavenly face that smiles on thee!
Smiles on thee, on me, on all,
Who became an infant small;
Infant smiles are his own smiles;
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.
William Blake
Since CP became CPKC, the timing had never worked out for me to get a KCS-powered engine leading a CPKC train on the D&H. That changed this past Thursday, however, when a loaded grain train for the Port of Albany (symbolled Train 328) had a KCS leader. As a bonus, the train held for a surprise northbound empty ethanol train (Train 529) at Mechanicville, which also had a KCS leader! To go from having caught 0 KCS-powered trains on the D&H to 2 in such a short period of time was nice, to say the least.
Here, Train 328 crosses the Mohawk River south into Cohoes in nice, late afternoon light. From here, it was just a 10-minute drive home -- convenience at its best!
CPKC Train 328
Cohoes, NY
September 4, 2024
Departing rwy 26 operating flight BMS132 to OTP.
With Blue Air from May-17 to Oct-22 when it became PH-HBJ for Transavia.
Regno Unito, Cambridgeshire, Cambridge, Autunno 2022
Cambridge è una città universitaria nel Cambridgeshire, nel Regno Unito. Si trova sul fiume Cam. Divenne un importante centro commerciale durante l'epoca romana e vichinga. È la sede dell'Università di Cambridge, fondata nel 1209. Lo skyline della città è dominato da diversi edifici universitari. Tra gli ex studenti più importanti dell'università ci sono 47 capi di stato, 14 primi ministri britannici, 194 atleti vincitori di medaglie olimpiche e alcune delle figure più trasformative e iconiche della storia mondiale in tutte le discipline, tra cui Francis Bacon, Lord Byron, Oliver Cromwell, Charles Darwin, Stephen Hawking, John Maynard Keynes, John Milton, Isaac Newton, Alan Turing e altri. Alunni e docenti di Cambridge hanno vinto 121 premi Nobel, più di qualsiasi università del mondo.
Cambridge is a university city in Cambridgeshire, United Kingdom. It is located on the River Cam. It became an important trading centre during the Roman and Viking ages. It is the home of the University of Cambridge, which was founded in 1209. The city's skyline is dominated by several college buildings. Among the university's most notable alumni are 47 heads of state, 14 British prime ministers, 194 Olympic medal-winning athletes, and some of world history's most transformational and iconic figures across disciplines, including Francis Bacon, Lord Byron, Oliver Cromwell, Charles Darwin, Stephen Hawking, John Maynard Keynes, John Milton, Isaac Newton, Alan Turing and others. Cambridge alumni and faculty have won 121 Nobel Prizes, the most of any university in the world.
Rookery at Ocean City - Yellow-crowned Night Heron
Yellow-crowned Night Heron
The Yellow-crowned Night Heron (Nyctanassa violacea, formerly placed in the genus Nycticorax), also called the American night heron or squawk, is a fairly small heron. It is found throughout a large part of the Americas, especially (but not exclusively) in warmer coastal regions; an example occurrence is the Petenes mangroves of the Yucatan.
A related heron, the Bermuda night heron, was endemic to Bermuda, but became extinct following human colonization.
For more info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellow-crowned_night_heron
Rookery at Ocean City
OCEAN CITY – Bring your binoculars to the new Ocean City Welcome Center and see nature in action.
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Spirit within...
She gazed deep with wonder immersed in the deep ocean of mysteries shining brightly with sun's rays. Her inner voice grew stronger as she was becoming .She became weightless as she began walking above the deep blue turquoise ocean her soul lights up into the morning of light as her colours shine brightly as she transforms into a star/ the sun her inner soul as her light and colours transcends her lens became clear as her inner voice grew stronger brighter with her love of dreams her love of the creator as her freedom of expression enriched her inner world for she could see clearly as her light and colours transcends to leave the feelings of peace and harmony for freedom resides here...
A message to all woman in the world...Freedom resides deep within You!! You are precious unique individuals !! Freedom of choice and expression is your human right. Sending love and light!!
My heart goes out to the very brave courageous Ukrainian people, and all innocent people who are suffering through this war. l pray for peace and harmony soon to the Ukrainian people to the world. Stay strong !!❤️💙💛💙🌍🙏
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This particular shot and composition became one of my unicorn scenarios over the past 5 years. While exploring and scouting the coast numerous times, I always returned to this specific position, envisioning what it must look like with perfect conditions. The right tide is a key factor, but correct swell and sky are also important to the final equation. These factors do not align often, so I would need to time it right to get it at peak potential. The real factor is tide. To get it good, the situation becomes hazardous. You have to climb across sketchy reef shelfs, sometimes timing the sets of waves, so you don’t get taken out by a rogue wave. It’s a hazardous stretch of coast to say the least, and you have to be on your game to even approach this spot when the swell and tide fill in. Luckily, 5 years after I first stood at this spot, the winter of 2022 would provide my opportunity to go for this composition. I tracked the weather maps all day and knew the cloud deck was in a position to explode at sunset. My good friend Josh Crites and I met up and hiked into the spot. It was everything I had envisioned it to be and more. It was my most exciting shooting experience of 2022 and is the reason I selected it for “YOUR BEST SHOT 2022”. Thank you for viewing and reading!
All Saints was built by the Benedictine monks of Evesham Abbey. St Lawrence's (on the extreme right) was built at the same time, both to serve the townspeople and both sharing the same graveyard.
By the 1970's it became clear that the small town could not support two congregations and they were amalgamated, All Saints becoming the sole Parish Church. St Lawrence's became redundant and is now looked after by the Church's Conservation Trust.
In the distance on the right is the magnificent bell tower of Evesham Abbey, the largest existent building to survive of the once huge abbey complex that may have been the third largest in England
Mitrofan of Voronezh (in the scheme of Makarius) is a bishop of the Russian Orthodox Church, the first bishop of Voronezh. Glorified as a saint on June 25, 1832. The future saint was born under the name Mykhailo in a family of Orthodox priests. He was married, had a son Ivan. At the age of forty, Mykhailo became a widower. In 1663, he was ordained a monk with the name Mitrofan. Mitrofan Voronezh blessed Tsar Peter the First for the construction of the Russian navy and the Azov campaign. At the bishop's funeral, Peter the First personally carried his coffin.
According to information from the Antiquarian magazine No. 86: "Restoration: Revival of Treasures", 10/14/2014, the image of Bishop Mitrofan of Voronezh, on the edge of the pylon of the side chapel of St. Olga in the choir above the southern nave, belongs to the brush of Wilhelm KotarbinskI. Other sources call Pavel Svedomskyi the author, others assert joint authorship or the impossibility of determining authorship. Kotarbynskyi, being a Catholic, did not sign his works in accordance with the contract for the performance of the works.
Митрофан Воронезький (в схимі Макарій) - єпископ Руської Православної Церкви, перший єпископ Воронізький. Прославлений у лику святих 25 червня 1832 року. Майбутній святитель народився під іменем Михайло в родині православних священиків. Був одружений, мав сина Івана. В сорок років Михайло став удівцем. В 1663 році був пострижений у чернецтво з іменем Митрофан. Митрофан Воронезький благословив царя Петра Першого на будівництво російського військового флоту та Азовський похід. На похоронах єпископа Петро Перший особисто виносив його труну.
Відповідно до інформації з журналу "Антиквар" №86: "Реставрація: Відродження скарбів", 14.10.2014 образ Митрофана єпископа Воронежського, на грані пілону бічної каплиці Святої Ольги на хорах над південною навою, належить пензлю Вільгельма Котарбінського. Інші джерела називають автором Павла Свєдомського, треті затверджують спільне авторство або неможливість визначити авторство. Котарбинський, будучи католиком, у відповідності до договору на виконання робіт, свої роботи не підписував.
The smoke stacks became visible over forty five minutes ago and remained resolutely distant. The road gets worse the further west you travel, over the last one hundred and twenty kilometres there are almost as many casualties stopped by the side of the road as vehicles passed. Mostly flat tires. And so, after a drive of five hundred and ninety kilometres we eventually arrive at our destination.
Descending down past the huge settling lagoons, the large old TETS sits to one side, a long ore preperation plant sits behind and in front of us is the smelter. The city lies behind.
This is Zheqazgan, a copper producing city almost dead centre of Kazakhstan. The world has an increasing appetite for this metal.
I already had a good look around on the satellite maps, and know that the smelters slag tipping is on this side of town. And a ladle train the first train we see, which makes us almost uncontrollably excited. Plodding back from the tip to the smelter, we easily overhaul the train. Jane watches in astonishment as we both leap out of the car with our camera gear and pile across the road and over the tracks. We have enough time to set up. The sun is on the other side of the tracks you see. Our activity gets us a wave and a whistle blast from the driver, who is probably bemused to see us there. This is our welcome into town!
TEM15-049 plods along with discharged slag ladles returning to the copper smelter at Zhezqazgan on the 3rd of April 2025.
The TEM15 locomotive is an improved version of the TEM2, similar to the TEM2M with a 1200hp Kolomya 6D49 engine. Most were destined for Cuba but never got there, Perestroyka, and production ceased at 194 locomotives, built 1987 to 1995, in line with the discontinuation of the 6D49 engine.
This is the end of part one of this trip, which shall recommence in good time. I must catch up with some domestic trains and also prepare the following series so I can show it to my own satisfaction. Thank you to everyone who has taken an interest in this project.
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Location: Seattle, WA, USA
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Mount Rainier is the highest mountain of the Cascade Range of the Pacific Northwest, and the highest mountain in the state of Washington. It is a large active stratovolcano located 54 miles (87 km) southeast of Seattle. It is the most topographically prominent mountain in the contiguous United States and the Cascade Volcanic Arc, with a summit elevation of 14,411 ft (4,392 m). Mt. Rainier is considered one of the most dangerous volcanoes in the world, and it is on the Decade Volcano list. Because of its large amount of glacial ice, Mt. Rainier could potentially produce massive lahars that could threaten the entire Puyallup River valley.
Mount Rainier was first known by the Native Americans as Talol, or Tacoma or Tahoma, from the Lushootseed word [təqʷúʔbəʔ] ("mother of waters") spoken by the Puyallup. Another interpretation is that "Tacoma" means "larger than Mount Baker". This comes from the Skagit "Ta", larger, plus "Koma (Kulshan)", Mount Baker. Other names originally used include Tahoma, Tacobeh, and Pooskaus. The current name was given by George Vancouver, who named it in honor of his friend, Rear Admiral Peter Rainier. The map of the Lewis and Clark expedition of 1804-1806 refers to it as "Mt. Regniere".
Although "Rainier" had been considered the official name of the mountain, Theodore Winthrop, in his posthumously published 1862 travel book The Canoe and the Saddle, referred to the mountain as "Tacoma" and for a time, both names were used interchangeably, although "Mt. Tacoma" was preferred in the city of Tacoma.
In 1890, the United States Board on Geographic Names declared that the mountain would be known as "Rainier". Following this in 1897, the Pacific Forest Reserve became the Mount Rainier Forest Reserve, and the national park was established three years later. Despite this, there was still a movement to change the mountain's name to "Tacoma" and Congress was still considering a resolution to change the name as late as 1924.
In the excitement leading up to Super Bowl XLVIII, John Hickenlooper, Governor of Colorado, named 53 mountains after the 53 members of the Denver Broncos. In response, the Washington State Senate passed a resolution on Friday, January 31, 2014, temporarily renaming the mountain Mount Seattle Seahawks. The resolution expired on midnight Monday, February 3, 2014.
Triptych of the stray dog that became my friend while photographing at Canyon de Chelly in Arizona.
Mrs. Krach named the stray dog "Beauty" who befriended us (got some scraps) at one of the overlook parking lots. You could tell recently she had had pups too.
The next morning I ended up returning to this same overlook for sunrise (some of those pics were of the storm and lightning). Needless to say Beauty found me hiking out to the canyon rim in the dark. It was nice having a companion while out there all alone otherwise.
Beauty followed me everywhere, watching me photograph for about two hours. Snapped a few shots of her as well along the way.
I really like the two vertical shots, the one where she gave in and was resting while I was taking a bunch of photos in one area ... if you zoom in you can see she had one eye open watching me :)
The other vertical shot is of her approaching the canyon's rim ever so gingerly ... at this moment there were cows down in the canyon 'mooing' and it was echoing very loudly. It even caught her attention enough that she had to check out the source of the noise.
Needless to say I made sure she was rewarded with a few snacks upon my return to the car.
Hoping she is okay now ... she was a treat to have around.
Hope you find something today that can be your 'Beauty'.
Positano became a wealthy market port from the 15th to 17th century and has only continued to grow in popularity over time. Back then they traded food such as fish and other resources.
Positano was a port of the Amalfi Republic in medieval times, and prospered during the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. By the mid-nineteenth century, however, the town had fallen on hard times. More than half the population emigrated, mostly to America.
Positano was a relatively poor fishing village during the first half of the twentieth century. It began to attract large number of tourists in the 1950s, especially after John Steinbeck published his essay about Positano in Harper's Bazaar in May, 1953: "Positano bites deep", Steinbeck wrote. "It is a dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there and becomes beckoningly real after you have gone."
Marsh Harriers became extinct in the UK in 1899 before recolonising from 1927 onwards; the population in the UK peaked at 15 nests in 1958 but then declined again and reached a low point of just one pair (at Minsmere) in 1971.
This made it Britain’s rarest breeding bird at the time.
Since then, numbers have steadily increased and today there are over 600 breeding pairs in Britain - with the most attractive ones living in Norfolk :-). The banning of toxic pesticides, habitat reclamation and certain trigger happy members of the royal family moving abroad have all contributed to their successful recovery.
I became totally fascinated with these wonderful birds as I spent several hours observing them off the coast by Half Moon Bay yesterday. They are truly beautiful so brace yourselves for a few pelican shots in the days to come. LARGE is better.
The origin of the house at 249 Victoria Street that became the historic Senator Restaurant, dates back to the earliest property records kept by the Town of York...1860
In 1929, prior to the Great Depression, Toronto had become one of the leading cultural centres of the world. The restored ELGIN/WINTERGARDEN and PANTAGES ED MIRVISH Theatres are the last two original vaudeville houses of the era and with MASSEY HALL they have now formed the downtown theatre district. Robert Angeloff, a Macedonian entrepreneur, converted the house to the BUSY BEE DINER. The “B” consisted of an open kitchen and counter and became a local destination for traditional meals and coffee to go. In 1938 Luke and Vangel Eftimoff purchased the Busy Bee which they later sold to George Nicolau, a cook with a vision.
George renovated and expanded the Busy Bee and renamed it the SENATOR. Designed and built by the Toronto Refrigeration Company, the SENATOR remains today in its original style and fixtures from 1948. After the war, downtown Toronto along Yonge Street – known across Canada as “the strip” – became the destination for the new restaurants and nightclubs in the city; BASSEL’S , STEELE’S, THE BROWN DERBY, TOWN TAVERN, COLONIAL TAVERN, SILVER RAIL and LE COQ D’OR but regrettably these are all now gone.
In the past 30 years, under the ownership of the Sniderman family, the SENATOR has become a Toronto landmark and dining institution. The oldest restaurant in the city still has a youthful spirit and we have served generations of Torontonians and visitors alike who appreciate our high quality standards; listed on back page. Now in our 84th year of continuous operation in the same location,
My cotton candy twins~
They were inseparable until one became a lord knight do defend Knighton while the other became a healer.
:)
Parked on Stand 257 prior to operating flight ZF6664 to VKO.
With Azur Air from May-15 to Feb-23 when it became N562NC then 4L-GES for Geosky.
15 years ago, the North Pole Express ran up the former New York Central Saginaw branch from Owosso to Chesaning. The train was much smaller in those days, and most of the trip was between 10 and 20 mph. The Saginaw County fairgrounds in Chesaning hosted the North Pole. A few years later, the decision was made to move the North Pole over to Ashley and run up the ex Ann Arbor mainline instead, somewhat due to deteriorating track conditions on the branch north of Oakley. SRI volunteers actually invested a lot of time and money into track work between Oakley and Chesaning in order to continue running 1225 up there, but eventually it became more than they could feasibly do. While the ex AA line is nice, the old NYC was more straight north/south and offered some interesting photos, like the classic Michigan Bean Co elevator in Henderson.
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I arrived at the trailhead for White Owl Falls right at daybreak and had a pleasant Fall hike down to the Thompson River. The directions and trails to the falls were somewhat vague, and as I reached the river I just decided to walk upstream to the waterfall. It was already in view, and I find creek walking to often be the best option - especially at lower water levels this time of year. Upon my arrival the perfect Autumn setting, complete with peak foilage, was unleashed before my eyes, and as the rain began to come down the conditions simply became immaculate. White Owl might not be the largest waterfall out there, but she is certainly one of the prettiest with the numerous cascades along the escparment - just perfect.
If you would like to see White Owl Falls and some other cascades in Autumn action I've posted a short video as well to check out:
youtu.be/B1liTtob4Ik?si=3FLPn4kl_wivTGJf
As always, thanks so much for visiting! :) -H3