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One year ago today, the town held a Monster Bingo as part of its 200 Celebration [sic], and it was monstrously well attended I was pleased with how my 100-400 lens allowed me to shoot from the periphery but still capture good expressions. And the background is well blurred too.
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Parking at the Bingo club in Uzice, Serbia
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Whilst checking RTT in the morning I noticed a working to Craigentinny from Heaton. Not knowing what it was I checked Railcam signalling diagram and all I found out that it was operated by Colas. So I decided to go to Brunstane, instead of Niddrie West to catch 4E98, as I suspected it was maybe the NMT HST Power Car as I noticed it sitting in Heaton the previous Saturday.
So bingo, NetworkRail liveried 43014 is seen approaching Brunstane station with 0Z15, 0755 Heaton - Craigentinny Power Car move on the 9th November 2018 at 0949
Village Dog. Noorvik, Alaska. Summer 1987.
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I've had this Polaroid pinned to my bulletin board for 25 years. The colours seem to have not faded a bit.
This was at a bingo place in Linden.
Polaroid Supercolor 635CL on Polaroid Originals 600 Color Gold Frame.
Though it was the 1980s this photo looks like it could have been taken in the 50s or 60s. Scanned from an old print.
In military fighter aircraft, the pilots typically calculate the minimum fuel level required to make it home with a safe reserve remaining and enter that data into their airplane's flight management computer. It's referred to as "Bingo Fuel." When that level is reached, a female voice will whisper in the pilot's ear "Bingo....Bingo....Bingo." It means go home now, dude, or you might be landing on a parachute.
Things aren't quite that sophisticated on a 113 year-old steam locomotive, that burns french fry juice. The crew has only dip-sticks to check the oil level in the tank, and obviously, that's not something you can continuously monitor. There's also no computer, no blinking light and no seductive female voice in your ear to warn you that all of those smoky run-bys you've been doing all afternoon are rapidly running you out of "gas". So it was on the second day of our photo charter when our train was parked on the siding at Quivero (MP 17), awaiting the passage of the daily diesel-powered passenger train, that our crew took a moment to get out the dip-stick and check the oil level.....and yikes(!!!), what they found surprised them. A quick calculation told them we barely had the fuel to make it back to Williams. So, instead of several sunset run-bys, we all walked down the line about a quarter of a mile, and the train came forward to pick us up, giving us the one last photo op you see here. Unfortunately, the fuel calculations on a steam engine aren't quite as precise as they are in an F-16, so.....you guessed it, we didn't make it. The fire blew out at about MP 10 and we ended up being rescued by diesels. It was almost as if the 29 knew her Form 4 would be expiring when she got back to Williams.....and she just didn't want to go.
Were you watching the launch of the Falcon 9 rocket and the Crew Dragon Capsule last Saturday.🚀
As you know Hoof & Horace were the brains behind this whole operation which you will have read about on my stream from previous reportages going back to 2018.🐎🐷
Who will ever forget the incident in which Hoof and Horace were called out on Christmas Day 2018 when the cleaning lady at Cape Canaveral stumbled (allegedly) onto the launch button and initiated the countdown sequence, the boys were there in under the hour, sorted the problem and back at our table in time for their Christmas lunch.🎄🍺🍺🍷🍷🍗
Let’s move on to the here and now, the manned launch was scheduled for last Wednesday, what happened, the launch was postponed due to bad weather, rubbish the astronauts had lost the ignition keys, Hoof was furious.🐎👹🔑🔑🔑
So when Hoof and Horace had a spare three quarters of an hour Saturday afternoon they knew the only way to get a job done properly is to do it yourself.
Horace phoned Mrs Trebillcock, the winner of the village botty coughing competition and asked if she was free for half hour as they required her services.👵💨💨💨
She responded “that she was making pasties for the online Bingo evening in the village, so if you could give me ten minutes Horace, they will then be ready to come out of the oven and I will be good to go”.♨️
Meanwhile H & H wheeled the Typhoon out of their new shed, filled it with fuel, a by-product of some form of alcoholic drink Mrs P had been making.
Mrs Trebillcock came bustling down across our field in her best frock and hobnail boots ready for the flight to Cape Canaveral. 💨💃
For social distancing reasons Mrs Trebillcock sat on the wing of the Typhoon, she is the type of lady who likes to feel the air rushing through her hair (was she in for a treat).💆♀️
With the lack of aircraft in the skies at the moment, Hoof and Horace were able to take a more direct route to Cape Canaveral, so the flight from the village to the launch pad in Florida took only fifteen minutes, normally it is forty five.⏱
Hoof immediately took charge of the situation at the Cape Canaveral launch site, he sent Horace over to the Falcon 9 rocket to carry out some pre flight checks, such as the screen washer fluid, headlights and that the spare wheel had been inflated. Horace gave the thumbs up.💧💧💡🐷👍
The astronauts were told by Hoof to get in their little white bubble car, travel over to the launch site, get themselves on board and seat belts fastened.
Though Hoof does not really agree with it, he went along with the request for a countdown. Tell me honestly, when you sit in your car to go on a journey, do you look at your partner and say hang on a minute, 10, 9, 8, 7, and so on, no way, its kick the tyres, fire the thing up and down the road.🚗🔥
Anyway think back to Saturday, did you all hear the voice of a lady going through the countdown sequence, yes that was our Mrs Trebillcock, however her actual party piece (party) was to launch the rocket, did you notice there was an almighty rush of wind which came out of the right hand side at the bottom (no pun intended) of the gantry assembly, yes this was the phenomenal propulsion system of the village botty coughing champion that propelled the Falcon 9 rocket into space.👵💨💨💨🚀
Job done, and Mrs Trebillcock was back in the village in less than half an hour in order to make more pasties. Her first job, she washed her hands.🛀🚿🙌🙋♀️
Thank you so much for looking at my photos, your comments and banter are so appreciated.
Take much care out there, enjoy the weekend
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We tend to find names for the regulars in the yard. The jays are always the first to the peanuts and quite well fed.
"In 1981 my father started publishing the Bingo Today newspaper in Seattle. It was filled with photographs he took of bingo players and stories about the prizes they won. Advertising by local bingo halls paid the bills. My mom wrote the horoscopes. I was introduced to the world of bingo when I was eleven and my parents took me to the bingo session for kids. I won $300.
Within a few days, I bought the best BMX bike I could find, a red and blue Redline MXIII. It was my dream bike. I went to a custom shop and put it together piece by piece. Bingo seemed all right to me. In very little time it had brought me fortune and envy of all my friends. When I got my driver's license at sixteen, my dad gave me the job of delivering the Bingo Today to bingo halls and convenience stores all around Seattle. Ten years later I returned to Seattle to visit my parents for Christmas and decided to revisit some of the bingo halls with my camera. The bingo hall managers and regulars remembered me from my delivery days and I began making photographs for this project. Over the next seven years, I expanded the project and photographed in many other bingo halls around the United States."
- MACRO MONDAYS: Monday, April 3: Orange and Blue
This weekend a group of friends gathered in a country house and we played bingo... :-)
For many people 13 is the bad luck number, but not for me.
HMM all!
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Stacking 6 photos with Photoshop to achieve maximum sharpness throughout the photo.
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Nikon D500
Micro-Nikkor 105mm f/2.8G IF-ED
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