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I think it's always important to retain an open mind when you go to a location with one shot in mind.
There's a beck near to my house and for the most part it's unremarkable in a photographic sense. However, I'd been walking my dog along the beck when I saw some interesting reflections that I thought would make an interesting picture.
So, after getting back home I collected my camera pack & tripod and returned to the beck. Having taken the shot I'd visualised in my head, I decided to look to see if there was anything else that I could glean from this ordinary looking stretch of water. After watching the water flowing I came across a small section of water that had become really still with only the minimal amount of movement to be seen. This was due to a blockage which was effectively creating a dam. On top of the water were a fair number of fallen autumnal leaves & these were moving slowly. Also in the 'dam' were two sticks poking out & I thought these would serve as a good anchor point against the moving water.
After focussing on the sticks, I decided to take a shot of the beck with my 10 stop filter to see what patterns a long exposure would create.
After 15 seconds I was surprised to see this pattern evolve on the LCD screen as the water was moving so slowly yet the image looked quite dynamic...hence the title.
Disaster struck as NS K40 drills out their gigantic train in Abrams Yard behind an interesting set of power, as 056 drifts towards the road crossing.
This image is a fun example of “ultraviolet reflectance”, which is different than the “ultraviolet fluorescence” images I’ve been posting lately. At first glance it might not be as transformative as the fluorescing images but take a look at what this looks like in ordinary light: donkom.ca/bts/DKP_9421-VIS.jpg
This is the sort of vision that insects might see. To further that, it was shot in natural sunlight to mimic the right amount of ultraviolet light. Insect vision is far more complex than this, but we’re peeking being the curtain here in some interesting ways. Some flowers, like this dandelion and these forget-me-nots, change their reflectivity characteristic in UV in a substantial way from what we would normally see. Patterns arise that are normally invisible to us, but what if we could see them? That dandelion has a bulls-eye target in the center!
The Forget-me-nots are equally interesting, as some flowers are brightly reflecting UV light while the neighbouring flowers absorb all of it. This almost checkered pattern could be an insect attractant as well, and whole I’ve never studied insect behaviour I believe these patterns exist to bring pollinators to the table.
I’m sure many of you are asking an important question: how can the camera capture this? It starts with modifying the camera to “full spectrum”. This removes filters in front of the sensor that block infrared and ultraviolet light and limits the camera to the range of light that human eyes can see. Once the full range is opened up, we need to limit things down to just the spectrum we want, in this case UV. There are two filters that I use here to be completely certain that all visible and infrared light is blocked, but that UV light passes through: The XNite 330C and the XNite BP1 available from maxmax.com ( www.maxmax.com/shopper/category/9187-filters ). It’s important that you have full blockage of the infrared spectrum, as even 1% of IR light can equal that of the UV light that reaches the camera and that would seriously contaminate your results.
The next thing to consider is lens choice. I found that my Canon 50mm F/1.4 lens is a great choice because it has fewer lens elements and a simpler optical formula. The glass and coatings will block or reflect UV light, so simpler lenses tend to be better choices for this kind of photography. If you are able to find a lens dedicated to UV work it’ll likely have quartz elements instead of glass, but expect to pay upwards of $6000 for the gear. I went the less expensive route. There are also some vendors that sell lenses known for their UV transmission and are sold for VERY cheap on eBay: www.ebay.com/itm/Kyoei-Kuribayashi-T-Mount-Variant-35mm-F... - worth the purchase if you’re considering this kind of work, it’s the cheapest part of the equation!
I’ll be honest – most flowers are uninteresting in UV reflectance. Some flowers have exceptional patterns, but it’s a bit of a guessing game. The process of finding the right flowers can be enjoyable though, and getting a good combination of unusual UV characteristics can make for an interesting image – like this one.
Bonus round: here’s what the same scene looks like in infrared: donkom.ca/bts/DKP_9421-IR.jpg
Normally, at this point on the road, the River Wyre is hardly visible. There was a blockage on the road further up and all traffic was stationary, so I took the opportunity of photographing the river in flood.
- www.kevin-palmer.com - Only a few inches of snow fell in the Bighorn Mountains on Thanksgiving morning. But Highway 14A was a hazardous drive with lots of drifting and icy areas. A week later the highway was closed for the winter.
The 802/2 fleet for TransPennine Express will not normally be used on the southern ECML, so 802201 makes an interesting visit in full TPE livery.
Due to a blockage on the down-fast, 802201 is seen crossing from DF-DS, adjacent to the Plasmor empties.
This unit had previously operated some test runs to London in 2018, but in its unbranded grey livery.
Morris, my "Butterscotch" boy is currently very sick. :-( He has the dreaded urinary tract blockage and infection that so often plagues male cats. Had him in at the Chaska Valley Vet Clinic today (5/15/09), and he's on antibiotics and special food now. Hopefully it was caught in time. I am hopeful, but not optimistic at this point in time.
Update 5/18/09: Morris is doing much better! He's not out of the woods, but he's almost back to his old self!
He was born at my nephew's farm outside of Star Prairie, Wisconsin in the spring of 2004. My nephew's son, Jason, named him Morris. His favorite "toy" is light beams of any kind. It makes him go wild!
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Sessions with Ariel Submission to Flickr X BWP 2023 Grant
I chose this image for submission because at the start this project, I have the hopes in creating a new body of work to showcase. This session in particular, was extremely fulling. I have not be able to create with no limitations in close to a year and this project started be to jump out of my creative blockages.
Road construction work site on Front Street. These look like rusty streetcar tracks laid out in the middle of the road; not sure what's actually going on.
AP - A blockage caused progress to be stopped on the tracks yesterday. A stop sign was knocked over, likely the result of a vehicle collision. Damage was minimal to the sign post, and crews were in later that day to hoist the stop sign back into place. The mirror is expected to make a full recovery.
The only witness, a local warehouse that was sitting nearby at the time, declined to speak to reporters. Officials suspect driver error while backing out of the parking lot bordering the tracks. The investigation is ongoing.
Taken for the Active Assignment Weekly! group. This week's assignment: Freelancer!.
I stumbled across this by accident whilst exploring downtown Beaumont, Texas...but that's another story!
Built in 1941, it carries Kansas City Railroad freight traffic across the Neches River in the port area of Beaumont TX. In fact, it is just possible to see quite a large ship moored behind the bridge on the right of the photo. It was very late in the day and sadly, no trains crossed the bridge before dark to enhance the photo. I have since discovered that an average of 50 train movements per day is not uncommon, still to the chagrin of local residents who have been complaining of in-town road blockages by stopped trains for many decades. I've also read that the bridge lifts an average of 231 times per year but do not know if that is still the case....somehow I doubt it. What I do know is that for the last decade if a lift is required it has been done remotely from Kansas City, rather than on-site.
The bridge is eligible for the National Register of Historic Places but doesn't seem to have been listed. Currently, plans are afoot for a new bridge to alleviate traffic problems so maybe this wonderful structure is heading into the last years of its operation?
West Highland Extension blockage on this week.
66846 paused at Spean Bridge in the small hours this morning on 6K37 from Millerhill, with 15 autoballasters in tow coming in at 1102t, 35t under the max load. It was slow going but working hard up the hills, she coped very well.
Santa Elena Canyon is one of three major canyons along the Rio Grande River in Big Bend National Park. It is the westernmost canyon and has perpendicular walls on either side that range up to 1500 feet (450 m) above the river. There are places in the canyon where rocks have fallen from the walls, causing a partial blockage of the river.
Darren and I left the high mountains on the 2nd day of our trip, heading on down seeing a few waterfalls along the way. We skipped all of the high altitude well known ones around the parkway and such as Courthouse since it appeared that the water up there had been greatly diminished after not having rain several days. I'm really picky about shooting waterfalls, I just find them unacceptable on sunny days and when they are at 1/2 flow. Part of my appreciation of a good shot is often the sacrifice or difficulty photographers have to endure in order to catch waterfalls and streams under the best circumstances...anybody can just show up when it's convenient but that rarely seems to work for me. I tend to not go on primarily waterfall trips of great distance anymore outside of winter since it's hard to get consistently overcast skies other times of year, and treat them as targets of opportunity. Fortunately here we were getting regular cloud blockage of the sun, and the water on down the mountains in larger watersheds was still doing fine. This was our first waterfall stop this day (other than the one we camped beside) and it had been several years since I had visited.
When we left home to begin this trip we had no set plans on where we would go, or what we would see...not even sure what states we'd visit or where we would be sleeping. We just wanted only good photos and went with whatever was blooming while avoiding what wasn't, and took the falls when the weather let us. We were also treated to some really nice surprises that will be posted later.
I drove through Alpine, Texas in Far West Texas after leaving Big Bend National Park. It's a small town, big in the arts. There are a number of art galleries, murals, and an annual Art-walk in the city.
This beautiful mural was painted by Texas born and educated western artist, Stylle Read, who combines his love of history with art. He has painted works in many states of the US from California to Tennessee, with a large number all over the State of Texas. After being painted, his outdoor murals are covered by a sealer developed by NASA for UV ray blockage to prevent excessive fading of color.
Sul Ross is the name of the local university, Sul Ross State University. Dan Blocker who became famous as the character "Hoss Cartwright" in the long-running TV series, Bonanza, was a Sul Ross alumni. His beloved character is depicted on the lower left side.
Alpine had its beginnings with the building of the railroad in 1882 and the railroad is left center.
To the left of the Sul Ross banner is a map of Brewster County, home of Big Bend. Brewster County is the largest county by area in the state, over three times the size of the state of Delaware, and more than 500 square miles (1,300 km2) bigger than Connecticut.
Unfortunately I didn't know all this information at the time I was there. During my brief visit of an hour or so I was captivated by the artwork just in this one block. Little did I know that there are various murals around the town, painted in conjunction with the annual Art-walk. Alpine loves culture and the arts. (Incidentally, this entire region is influenced by the arts, particularly of the desert and mountains of the whole Big Bend area.)
I was not able to capture the entire width of the mural. Most of it is here, but a little is cut off on each end. I would love to revisit this entire area in November when the annual Art-walk is held in Alpine. Also in November the famous chili-cookoff is held in Terlingua, on the western edge of Big Bend National Park.
Seen here is the plethora of animals and birds seen while in our vehicle passing through the Etosha National Park. They prohibit folks from getting out of their vehicles.
92033 'The Railway Heritage Trust' heads the diverted 1S26 Euston-Glasgow sleepers over the M8 near Bargeddie. 0648. Wednesday 8th March 2023. Because of the Carstairs blockage, this train had run via the ECML,Waverley, Polmont, Greenhill Lower Jn, Cumbernauld and Coatbridge.
Watching these two Dippers flying from rock to rock along the river was amazing. To see them in action, dropping into the fast running water and popping up on the upstream side, or almost swimming to get from rock to rock, was something else! This showed me that the journey was more important than the final destination, and the amount of fabulous photos I captured on the way was testament to this. Plus the experiences I had really made for a great day of adventure at the Devils Glen. Looking forward to the blockages to be cleared and return for more!
Probably one of the most scenic bus stands used by RM`s, this is Kew Green on 8 April 1983 and RM 558 looks well with its surroundings in sunshine. Sunny Sunday afternoons often changed this into a real challenge to negotiate the final approach to the bus stand when badly (or illegally) parked cars made it difficult or sometimes impossible for buses to get through. At the point of turning onto the first part of Kew Green, the distant end of the road that connected back with the main road couldn`t be seen thus setting a trap. There were many occasions when it was necessary to reverse out of a blockage with all the aggro that ensued when other vehicles were attempting to use the narrow section between parked cars.
Flooding last month was caused by the blockage of Catfish Creek at Port Bruce. The creek and mouth of the creek had to be dredged, I guess you would call it. This led to the creation of huge piles of ice, and detritus of various sorts. The piles were 20 feet high in some places, and created some really dirty messes. Anyhow, here's another attempt at humour, and an Irish "drinking" song.
The Fight At Riley’s Bar
Far as I remembers, ‘twas the spring a 63
We headed out to Riley’s Bar, me brother Tim and me
We had a pint or maybe three just startin’ fer the night
We were just fer drinkin’ wasn’t looking fer a fight
The boys was gettin ready to sing a lively tune
Ol’ Tommy on the fiddle O’Brien playin’ spoons
Fitzgerald, he was warmin’ up his mellow chords so sweet
When a tipsy Stevie Bailey come flyin’ out his seat
Boys, says Stevie Bailey to anyone could hear
I’m spoiling fer a fight tonight, but first just one more beer
I’ll drink untill I sees three of every one that’s here
So please tonight put off the fight till I’ve had me that last beer
Ol’ Riley sees what’s happ’nin’ and jumps behind the bar
He grabs his old shilleleigh his eyes are cold and hard
He spits to Stevie Bailey and to anyone could hear
If ye be startin’ something I’ll whack ya up both ears
Well Stevie was nonplussed his fight was runnin’ out
He looked around him sheepishly as he began to doubt
He sits back down ‘n grabs his pint to the ringin’ sound ‘O jeers
It’s alright boys I’ll be going home a’wearin both me ears
No one could e’r forget that night at good Ol’ Riley’s Bar
They sing about the miracle from Cork to Castlebar
The night that nothin’ happened went down in history
Folks what was there still scratch their hair at this strangest mystery
Mammoth Hot Springs is a very large old, but still active geothermal area at the northern border of Yellowstone National Park. While it doesn't sport any geysers, the hot springs form beautiful pools and rivulets spilling over terraces formed by travertine dissolved in the source water and gradually deposited above ground.
It's one of the best places in Yellowstone to observe the ever-changing character of geothermal activity. One of the biggest, most active areas called "Canary Spring" seems to be experiencing partial blockage of its underground water sources, and the size of the pool at its origin has been reduced significantly. The gray areas in the lower left part of the frame indicate where the flow has been impeded. Nonetheless it's still beautiful and a lot of hot, mineralized water still tumbles down the terraces, leaving the tell-tale stains - orange in this case - of the "extremophile" organisms, including highly specialized algaes, bacteria, archea, and even viruses that thrive in the spring's waters.
Another sign of the unusual toxicity of the water emanating out of Canary Spring is the remains of trees killed when the water inundated the area around their roots. The size and shape of the above-ground presence of the springs changes constantly, endangering any plant life that dares to grow too close.
This happens every year, debris floating down the river and inevitably getting stuck at the Gordon Street Bridge in Royal City Park, Guelph, Ontario.
::sigh::
Last week was the week from hell. I apologize for my absence, but it's just been rough and my creativity has been completely absent. If you're friends with me on facebook you know what happened, if not, I'll tell you now.
Monday Peanut's health started deteriorating at a rapid rate. Tuesday was excruciating. We had already decided to take him to have him put down Wednesday morning first thing, IF he made it through the night and we didn't think he would. Wednesday morning as we were getting ready to go, the vets office told me no one would be there until 9:00 and to sit tight until then because it would be better for Peanut. I got off the phone and Geo picked up Peanut and Peanut passed away Wednesday morning at 7:30 in Geo's arms while we were talking to him and petting him. It was one of the hardest things I've had to endure for a long time. The worst part was there was nothing we could do for him...even after all this time we'd tried so hard, his little body just couldn't do it anymore.
We cried, both of us, for DAYS. I don't know how I even made it through Wednesday. Well, yes I do...Geo.
Our next concern was Bullwinkle. Not that he'd get sick, that he would get lonely and depressed. When guinea pigs get depressed, their health can start failing. We couldn't have that.
Friday morning I called the vet (in tears, of course) to ask if there was a chance we would get Peanut's ashes back before Christmas (the vet is closed Christmas eve, that only left Friday or Monday). After a long hold I was informed that Peanut had just arrived back to them and we could pick him up anytime. Huge relief sigh...
Just after I got off the phone with Geo to ask him to go pick up Peanut, my brother called me at work. Instant reaction: "what's wrong?!" My Daddy had a heart attack Friday morning and was in the hospital. Now, I'm quite a distance from my parents and that makes things insanely hard for me in times like these.
Friday night about 8:30 my Momma called and told me that the heart attack had been minor, no damage done, no complete blockages just some clogging, no surgery needed to be done, just a boatload of new meds to be taken.
THANK ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY!!!!!!
I think I let out the longest sigh and realized that I have been holding my breath since about 7:00 on Tuesday night. I could finally breathe a little. Peanut was home and we had a bit of resolution there, Daddy was going to be okay and didn't even need surgery. ::shew::
Saturday morning my work had its Christmas party and we had fun. We ate SO much food, it was insane. It was the first time I'd felt even remotely in the holiday spirit. Even sending out Christmas cards was a monumental task that I'm surprised got accomplished and some won't get theirs until after Christmas I'm sure. Oh well. They went out. Of course, about half way through our lunch I caught myself looking at my watch wondering how long we had been away from home and how long Bullwinkle had been alone. Bullwinkle was starting to really act depressed.
Sunday morning Momma told me about 8:30 that Daddy was being discharged from the hospital! YAY!!! He is doing well, if not tired, but that's okay. He'll have to make some changes but he'll be okay. I couldn't be more relieved AND he'll be home for Christmas. FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC.
Yesterday afternoon about 2:00 we arrived home with a Christmas present for Bullwinkle in the form of (what we now know is VERY talkative) little bundle of guinea pig joy we named Hercules. We didn't sleep much last night...haha!
I am sighing. We still miss Peanut immensely. But we are happy to have this new addition and that Bullwinkle has a friend. Hercules is Peanut approved.
We are also IMMENSELY happy that my Daddy is doing okay and it home.
So, it's been a rough week but I am really hopeful that now things will calm down for Christmas!
I'll post pics of Hercules and Bullwinkle tomorrow.
Happy Monday folks.
This is the Enrico Fermi nuclear power plant on the shore of Lake Erie near Monroe, Michigan. Fermi 1, constructed in 1963, suffered a partial melt-down in 1966 due to a blockage in the cooling tower. Officially, no radioactive particles were released. It was shutdown in 1972, and in 1988 was replaced by Fermi 2 which operates today. It produces a significant portion of the electricity used in Michigan. The white gas released from the towers is essentially steam (water).
After the disasterous events in Japan following an earthquake and tsunami, many people question the efficacy of building new nuclear power plants. Yet others point to the advantage of relatively clean (at least compared to burning fossil fuels) electricity production.
Picture taken from Pointe Mouilee State Game Area.
DALG1-18 Colas Class 70-801 working Inverness - Carlisle slurry tanks working - 17th September 2020
This was a diverted working due to the blockage of the railway near Stonehaven on the route from Dundee to Aberdeen. These slurry tanks started their journey from Aberdeen Waterloo and were routed north to Inverness, before proceeding with this working to Carlisle. The train would then continue on to Workington, its destination.
A week in the life of an American Target, in the United States of America
It’s been a long week, and it’s only Friday, as I start this. I was hoping to work on this throughout the week. But, I have been preoccupied, by trying to stay alive. For Reals Guys, for Reals…..
Bare with me folks, this is going to be a long list of events.
My intermittent vision loss in my right eye, has been going on for over two years. I first saw the Optometry Department at the Fresno, California VA. I was told if it returns, to rush to the clinic, so they could see first hand. It only last a few minutes, when it happens. I lived and worked in Yosemite National Park, at the time. An hour and 40 minutes away. I didn’t get any answers from them, and eventually, was forced into early retirement.
I thought I did my research before leaving Yosemite, and moved to Grand Junction, Colorado. Their VA Hospital, was the worst, toxic and vile VA, I have ever been to (and still is). I bought a motorhome, adopted Koda the Magnificent, and headed to Arizona. From there, I’ve been bouncing from hospitals, to clinic; trying to find something that resembles adequate medical care.
On 11-9-21, I was seen by the Phoenix VA, Optometry department, they called in two doctors. They requested I see a Retina Specialist. I was seen by one, on 12-15-21. That doctor requested, I be seen by an Ophthalmic Neurologist. These doctors, kept saying, it’s migraine headaches. Even though, I never had a history of migraines, and seldom get a mild headache. I’m not taking about the Direct Energy Weapons Attacks, I receive. I’m talking headaches.
It took another four months to be seen, by a doctor at Barrow Neurological Institute. When I first saw that doctor, on 4-14-22, he was very dismissive, short, and went on the migraine headache spill. I asked for an MRI on my brain, he he told me there was really no need. I insisted, and had it done at the Phoenix VA, on 5-27-22. I told the Neurologist I would be in Colorado. He said we could do a video conference call, to give me the results. His staff and I, set up the date; knowing I would be in Colorado. The week prior to the video call, I kept getting text and emails, from Barrow staff, saying I have an in office visit. I’m in Colorado, they are in Phoenix Arizona. They knew I would be in Colorado, but continued the text and emails.
Now it’s Monday (this week), 7-18-22. As I test Zoom, for the video conference call; a Crop Duster, buzzed the top of our Motorhome. We are on BLM (Bureau of Land Management), lands. The closes crops to us, are about 5 miles south. Maybe someones growing marijuana out here. I hope I find some. After the fly over; gunshots, from the other side of a hill. 150 meters to our left. This time, it sounded like a .22 pistol. Not a high powered rifle. When I took Koda out to poop, or pee; we get the Village Idiots of Mesa County, driving back and forth, on a road not far from us. Accelerating, sounding off, their Big Billy-Bob trucks. One even zooms pass the back of our Motorhome. Gas, still at $4.99 a gallon. This is the same list of events, that happens in Arizona and Wyoming. The same conspired, pattern of events. A plane, gunshots, then soon after; the Village Idiots appear.
I get Zoom dialed in, and wait for my video call. The Neurologist, from Barrow Neurological Institute, in Phoenix, Arizona; was supposed to give me my MRI result. Well, the Community Care Team, from the Phoenix VA; didn’t send the MRI, to the Neurologist. They had two months to insure they had the MRI. I made many calls, month after month. No one, from the VA Community Care Team in Phoenix, returned my calls. I also made repeated calls to the Neurologist staff, at Barrow Institute. They didn’t return my calls. They did call me last Friday, to make sure I was set up for the Video Conference; even though, they didn’t have an MRI to read. Maybe, so they could bill the VA for it? Or, so the doctor could talk down to me again; telling me I’m responsible to insure they have the MRI? Or, maybe they are trying to hide something from me? Could it have been deleted; like the Secret Service Text? Never to be found, but many, many bullshit excuses.
This is what happens to veterans, that dare speak out against the VA. Or any other Government Agency, of the United States of America.
So, after the Video call shit show; I called the Phoenix VA, Patient Advocate. I told a man named Anthony, what had happened. He said he would start a case number. He gave me the number to the Community Care Nurse. She still has not returned my call from Monday. Today, is Saturday.
Now, that you may be a bit confused by all the dates; it Tuesday. The Ophthalmologist, that I saw last week requested a CAT scan, so I scheduled to have it done at the VA, in Grand Junction.
Because of the radiation, I couldn’t take Koda. I scheduled him for a Dog Day Care, here in Grand Junction, CO. I spoke with a woman in detail, after reading their reviews. I informed her, he was up to date on all vaccinations. That I’m a Certified Animal Care Specialist. She had me fill out an owners contract online, and said they would send a request, for a copy of his records. This was last Thursday; I didn’t receive it. I called Friday, spoke with the same woman. She told me to come in at 11:00 am, Tuesday, with Koda, his records and we will take care of it.
We are back to Monday night, just before I go to bed. I get this notification from Yelp, at 10:35 pm. It was a review that reads :
“We left our dog here for day care with the instructions of he does not need much activity, 30 minutes or less. 5 hours later we were handed a dead dog with not much more than a “sorry” from the owner”. (Name Withheld)
It goes on to say, he was left with a young assistant and died of heat stroke. This was about a facility, I used here, two years ago. This was an attempt at Gaslighting. The night before I take Koda to a new facility, just before I go to bed, I get this. This is the kind of shit, a Target in the United States of America, gets on a regular basis. Now, if that wasn’t enough to get your hart racing, read what’s next.
Tuesday morning we get up, I take Koda out to poo; the Village Idiots of Mesa County, zoom back and forth, revving their engines. We go inside, have a bit of breakfast, and the Dog Day Care calls me. The woman tells me, they can’t except Koda; unless all his vaccinations are on a Veterinarian’s Letterhead. We went over that, Thursday and Friday. Now, I’m being told, Koda can not be on their premises, because of their license policy, or some shit. Here it is, the morning of my CAT scan, and they throw this shit at me. Like I keep telling you guys; “I’m used to it”. This shit happens all the time. I can’t miss my CAT scan appointment that day.
I asked to speak to the manager (not trying to be a Kevin). She agreed, to let me bring Koda, review his records, and give him an evaluation. As we head out towards Grand Junction, the Village Idiots of Mesa County; set up along the route. We even had the Village Idiot of Loma, Colorado; driving in circles, at their Post Office. In his little Postal Truck, as we drove by. Maybe he’s “Going Postal”.
I’ve mentioned crap like that, too, in previous post.
The manager said, she called the owners, and Koda was fine to stay. I was concerned leaving him there, but I had no choice. I needed to have the CAT scan. I head to the Grand Junction VA, and was chased down and crowded, by the Village Idiots, in Big Billy-Bob trucks.
I get to the Grand Junction, VA. I have a guy cut me off just before I entered. Then when I got in the building, a guy in civilian cloths, steps in front of me. His job, was to stall me, so I miss the elevator. I almost ruptured a nut, but made the elevator. I received my CAT scan, with no incidents from the staff. (Someone’s been reading my post). As I walk out of the hospital; the same guy that stepped in front of me, by the elevator, does it again. This time he has a guy with him, he called him Bill. Yes, it was a Billy-Bob, and a dose of Gaslighting.
I made it to my car, and was headed to the Department of Motor Vehicles. I payed my car off, and needed to switch the title to my name. They weren’t expecting that, and not set up for me. While one of the staff was waiting at the entrance, cell phone in hand, a guy rushed up to the ticket window ahead of me. There was only him ahead of me, at the ticket window, and two people inside, getting served. He starts telling the woman at the ticket window a long story. She gets on the computer and takes care of his transaction, as the Perps start rolling in. I asked the woman if this was the ticket window, she gets snappy, and says “I help out when they are backed up”. They were not backed up, I’ve never seen a branch so empty. As she continued to help this guy with a registration or some shit, two of the staff serving customers leave. I get this a lot, too. It was mid-afternoon, not lunch time. This is a stalling campaign.
Here I am waiting, then there’s a big line behind me. There’s a kiosk, just to my right. A woman drops a dental floss stick, on the floor. It was the exactly like the ones I use. She keeps sliding her foot back and forth beside it. I know people drop dental floss stick all the time. This is a conspired act of Gaslighting. These guys know I’ very perceptive. Doing live recons, I had to know my surroundings. Once all the Village Idiots made it in, to mob me. The guy waiting outside with the cellphone, goes into a back office. I finally get my ticket. I walk into an almost empty service area, and get my title. It took the you guy three attempts to get my mailing address correct.
I go back to pick Koda up, and the woman at the counter; shows me and reads Koda’s behavior assessment. She tells me that Koda was great. He remained calm when approached by staff, and the dogs they use to test his behavior. They said he didn’t get excited, remained calm and he did great. He has had many, what is called a Meet & Greet. He always passes with flying colors. (This will come back up later; an incident with the Forest Service) The staff were great, once they realized, I wasn’t afraid to stand up for myself. There was a creepy guy watching us in the lobby, as we checked out.
I have my little buddy in the car, and we head to a shopping mall. I needed new shoes, my daughter is coming out this summer. I don’t want to embarrass her, wearing Dad Shoes. As we head down the road; here comes another Billy-Bob. He has an American Flag the size of his truck, on a post, in his truck bed. I don’t know what the fuck these people are so proud of. Take a good look at the United States of America today! Soon after he drives pass us, with a big smirk on his face; we are surrounded by Big Billy-Bob trucks. These are large pickup trucks. There is one on each of our sides, one behind us. Then a small motorcycle pulls out from in front of one. It pulls in front of us, slows down to about 15 miles an hour. The big trucks slow down too. The one behind us, right on our ass. It’s as if they know where we are going. I can’t pass the guy, on the maybe 90cc motorcycle. I can’t get over to the right lane to make my turn. I finally do. The truck to my right pulls ahead, so I can get over. He then slows down and lets the motorcycle in front of him. This goes on, until we reach the mall. As we set in the parking lot, the motorcycle comes back by. These are Baiting Tactics, in hopes I will act out in anger, as others record it. No Law Enforcement to be seen.
We go into a Target store (no pun intended). We get mobbed and blocked by a couple of their staff, and the Mesa County Village Idiots (I’m done trying to be nice to these simple fucks). I wanted to pick up a few things there. We then found a nice shoe store in the mall. I picked out a pair. A woman using her young daughter, tries to cut us off; as we headed to the register. The shoes were even approved, by the young staff at the counter. As we walked through the mall, we saw an Ice cream store and had to stop. I got Koda a scoop vanilla bean , and me a pecan camel, something. It was great, the young woman at the counter was a sweetheart. We had the little shop to ourselves. Koda, laying at my feet, awaiting every spoon I fed him. He deserved every bite. That was short lived. Sociopath Karen comes in. Koda, laying calmly at my feet, jumps up. Something has him riled. Koda starts panting, looking her way. Karen at the counter, getting louder by the minute. I ignore the bitch, calm Koda down. I started receiving a light Energy Weapons Attack. Koda may have too. We finished our ice cream and left. Once in the parking lot; we get the second hand cigarette, and car exhaust treatment.
Last year in the spring, we were in Arizona. I wanted to go for a walk, get some exercise in. We were about a half mile from camp. Koda was off leash, but stayed close to me. He then, hits me hard, in the thigh with his nose. He sometimes nudges me when he wants something, but this was a hard nose butt. It almost knocked me down. I asked him what? He sets and looks up at me. I said, lets go Koda. He starts barking. He’s never done that. I said what again, he calmly stands, turns around and starts walking slowly back to camp. I though, OK, maybe it’s getting to hot for him, so we headed back. Now, I’m getting a little light headed, as we get closer to camp. We were about 100 yards from our camp, and I blacked out. I remember seeing gray. The next thing I remember; is Koda standing over me licking my face. Yuk, he stuck his tongue in my mouth. I got up, cleaned myself off, and we made it back to the Motorhome. This happened again, in Wyoming last summer. This time he alerted me the same way, I sat down, drank some water, and ate a few crackers. I thought the last time, I may have been a bit hypoglycemic. So we took water and snacks on our walks, even the short ones.
I adopted Koda, when he was about 11 months old. I found out at his vet check, he had a very bad puppy-hood. I wanted to give him the love he deserved, and possible train him to be a service dog. I took him everywhere to get socialized. I trained him for city street crossing in Gilbert and Phoenix, Arizona. That’s where he learned the wait command; from the automated crossings. I taught him all kinds of verbal and hand commands. All he needed was a soft spoken voice and praise. People, that aren’t the Village Idiots; are amazed at our interactions, as we shop. He will wait at the end of aisles; because the Village Idiots, love to block and run into us there. He will turn right, left, pull our shopping cart, and lay at my feet at checkout. The Walmart Staff Haters, seem to hate him. Fuck them too, right Koda. He will shake his head no at me. When I playfully tell him to stop shaking his head no; he will do it more vigorously. He is learning how to say yes. Not the actual word, but it kinda sounds like it. Its more of a loud squeaky yawn, but it means yes. This is why I call him Magnificent. He truly is. He is young, and if something were to happen to me, I’d like him to go to another veteran in need. I get emotional when I talk about him.
Where was I at? Oh, the Village Idiots; that’s what I call the people involved in American Gang Stalking/Community Mobbing. Seriously, lookup the definition of Gang Stalking. It has run rapped
in the United States of America, but many are afraid to openly speak of it.
Now, it’s Wednesday. We get up early, but I haven’t been feeling well for weeks. We go on short walks. I’ll play ball and tug with his rope, trying to keep Koda active. I wanted to do some scouting for a cooler camp site. So, we packed the cooler and headed out in the car. The Village Idiot Spotters, waiting on a hillside, to see which way we go. He hit the highway, and head for the mountains. I wanted to check out and area with a big river for fishing. We headed for White River National Forest. As I’m driving down the highway, I get a call from the Grand Junction VA. I put it on speaker, have trouble hearing the woman. I didn’t know who she was, and why she was calling, so I asked. She said she was a Community Care Nurse, and they have my CAT scan results. She then told me I have major blockage in my Carotid Arteries, its serious. She said I needed a Carotid Endarterectomy, and they would have someone call me to set it up. We continued to talk. I said, that may be why I’ve been so light headed. It’s restricting blood to my brain. This can lead to strokes, and even death. That’s why, I have the small bubbles floating around in my right eye’s field of vision. I also have a large floater, cover more than ¾ of my field of vision, in my right eye. I also have a small floater in my left eye. This may have been why I blacked out last winter, and the spring prior. It doesn’t explain the gray (what I call a gray curtain), that comes and goes in my right eye. Or, the 14 years of Direct Energy Weapons Attacks. I continued to talk with the nurse about the gray curtain, that covers my right eye. The Phoenix VA, not getting my MRI to the Neurologist. The MRI, I had in Phoenix, could have shown blood restrictions, or minor strokes. I talked to her briefly about my experiences with the Grand Junction VA. She tells me that I’m in the 2%, that are not satisfied with the Grand Junction VA. That’s because of their questionnaires. They don’t allow for specific negative comments, or feedback. If you do send a negative questionnaire, you stop receiving them. She, and many don’t take into account; that many veterans are aware of the retaliation, and will be treated the same as I am. So, they don’t fill them out. I inform her of the staff harassing not just me, but Koda too. She said they may need retraining. No, they need to be fired. Any staff harassing and preventing veterans, from quality care, needs to be fired! Period! No one is held accountable at the Grand Junction VA, Phoenix VA, and from what I read; anywhere.
Anyway, I’m now pulled over at the Kum & Go. Yep, folks, that’s the real name of a gas station out here. As I continue my conversation with the nurse, I told her not to take what I’m saying personal.
I’m setting in the parking lot; a Sociopathic Karen, starts bending over, so she can repeatedly flip her long hair into the air. Yes, folks, this is a real Half-wit thing. They have all kinds of tells, and they will throw them in your face; just to let you know they are with the Local Village Idiots Association (Gang Stalkers). I’m almost through the call with the Grand Junction nurse, she tells me that Chief or Assistant Chief doctor so, and so, has been listening in on our conversation. She waits towards the end of the call to tell me this. Not them, but others, two years ago, did the same. I think it’s Bullshit, and unethical. Every veteran should be told up-front, who they will be speaking with. The doctor, didn’t chime in once. I’ve had no other VA facility, do this….
We happen to be in Rifle, Colorado, setting at the Kum & Go. My family in the Midwest, are still laughing about the name. Karen is now joined by Kevens and Billy-Bobs. They know I have to pee by now, it’s been hours. We go in, Koda stands at my side. A Forest Service employee rushes in. We walk out, and there’s a Keven, phone in palm, looking down at it, as hes ready to step in front of us. I tell Koda; stay close Billy-Bob is ready to pounce. I told you guys, I’m tired of being nice to these Bottom Feeders. That pissed him off. He rallied his Billy-Bob Buddies, and they surrounded us in the parking lot. While I was looking at the map, and my phone, for camping areas; the Perps set up in front of the car smoking, the Honey-Pot in short, shorts pulls in beside us. A Want-a-Bee, with a hand held radio, puts on show directly in front of us. Yep, another Stupid Fest, right there in Rifle, Colorado.
I decided that the sites were to far away from the Grand Junction VA, and we headed back towards the highway. As we do, the local Sheriff shows up at the circle. When we pull onto the highway; a Black Tahoe, with Government plates pulls up behind us, then slowly passes. (ooooh, I’m shaking). Not really, it was only one. I’ve had 4, before.
I stopped at a BLM office in Grand Junction, last month. I asked a young woman about Dispersed Camping sites. She gave me 3 areas to check out. We were headed to check them out. Remember, its only Wednesday. I almost forgot. We drive to the 1st one on my list. Its 52 miles out of our way, and no real sites that will fit our motorhome, car dolly and car. We ended up in the White River National Forest. No shit, I was looking at it earlier, but decided it was to far, and here we are. We get to the top of this mountain, stop, get out and stretch for while. It’s beautiful, but far from the area, that I want to stay in. As I stand there with Koda, here comes our fly-over. 10 minutes after that; two motorcycles show up. The people on them, all dressed in black, full face helmets, dark visors. I couldn’t tell their age, male or female. They zoomed by. We were headed back, came over our first hill. There was a big bull, running towards us, on our side of the road. This thing, as big as my Mazda 6. I hit the brakes, as I swerve left. The bull, slowly trots pass the right side of the car, giving us a stern look. No shit, guys. It was so surreal. Koda, nudged me on the shoulder. He wanted to go out and corral this big thing. Not to far behind the bull, is a Gray Toyota Tacoma. We do get chased down by cows a lot, too. Damn, cow.
We made it back down to a small town, that we passed on the way up. As we drive slowly through it; the Town Marshal shows up ahead of us. Drives up a hill, stops and watches us go through. When we came through it on the way up, we were mobbed at a station. I stopped for information. Those Perps, used their teenage kids to mob us at the register. I did get a fishing license, 2nd pole stamp, and a lottery ticket. I need to check that ticket. If I win, I’m not going to write for you guys anymore. I’ll be in Spain.
We get back to the main road we turned off on. A total of 102 miles round trip wasted. Thanks lady at the BLM Office. We head towards, where I camped a couple years ago. Nice and cool, trees and shade. There was only one person in the secluded camp ground. It was a Dodge Camper Van, I’ve seen it before. The spot I stayed in, was open. They replaced the fire ring and picnic table, with new ones. Koda and I walked around, went up to the self check in; to see if anything changed. I took one of the envelopes and read it, then put it back. I walked Koda for a few minutes, then we get in the car to leave. As we pull up to the exit, a Forest Service truck comes rushing in. It drove right over to the self check in, and parked. I turned around to ask, how long the max stay was. It wasn’t posted. As I pulled up to them, one of the guys gets out of the truck, starts putting eye drops in his eyes. While, overexerting the process. Shaking his head, then flailing the arm he had eye drops in. I’m taking drops for my eyes; this is another act of Gaslighting. He sees my cell on the dash holder, pointed at him, he immediately turns around. I rolled down the window and asked the guy about max stay days. He straightens right up, turns around, looks at the board, and says he doesn’t know. Then, stepping out from the drivers seat, is the Honey Pot. She’s maybe 18-19, dressed in a tight shirt and jeans. Not a Forest Service Uniform. She walk towards our car, a couple objects in her hand, and items bulging from her pockets. As she walked towards us, Koda begins a low growl. He senses something, and continues a low soft growl. I said no Koda, no; he continues. By this time, she’s right at my window. Little boobies almost in my face. I said miss, he’s a service dog, and something you have, has him reacting. I said it, calmly and as polite as I can be. She gives me a look, doesn’t say a word, and walks back to the truck. Remember, he just had another Behavior exam, for boarding yesterday. I didn’t tell the young girl that.
There was another guy stepping out of the back passenger side. She said something to him, and he jumps back in. She opens the driver door, then two other guys from Forest Service truck, step out on her side. They are in Forest Service uniforms. They are hiding behind the drivers door, as the guy with the eye drops is stepping on his dick, trying to answer simple questions. Once he, and I realized he was pretty much useless. I rolled up my window, pulled ahead, so I could turn around. The guys in the uniforms, hiding in the truck. Hiding like; our CIA Director William Burns, FBI Director Christopher Wray, and Homeland Security Director Alejandro Mayorkas. Hiding behind their positions and titles. Letting American children and people, fend for themselves.
As we left that Agency Shit show; I thought of all I dealt with, while working in Yosemite. Is this what you are teaching the young kids, you recruit out of our High Schools, Mr Directors? Koda the Magnificent, and I, unfazed, head out for greener mountains. We checked a couple other areas. By then, the local half-wits were set up at them. We headed down the mountain towards Grand Junction. As we got closer to camp, I ordered a pizza. I was drained, and to tired to cook. I ordered a Hawaiian Pizza, marinara sauce, not bbq, and two garlic butter dipping sauces. Koda loves Hawaiian, and we can eat on it for days. I double checked, to make sure they had my phone order right, before I hung up. We later pulled up, to the drive up window, the manager greeted us. She seemed very pleasant, I repeated my order, with the sauces. She said yep, that’s it. I opened the box partially to look at it, and didn’t see any dipping sauce. She said, it’s clear in the back. I said OK, closed the box, and left a nice tip. We got to camp and it was getting late. Koda and I were starving. I opened the box, it had marinara dipping sauce, not garlic butter. I took a bite out of the pizza; it had some kind of white sauce. It was fucking discussing. I called the place back, spoke to the same woman. She wanted to argue with me. I told her, I recorded the conversation, because things like this happened to us all the time. She didn’t argue anymore. I told her I couldn’t eat this, I would like what I paid for. She said she would refund me, and make us a new pizza at no charge. We went back, by then, the Village Idiots of Fruita, were set in place. We even had the bald guy, combing his bald head. He didn’t have any hair to flip, so he improvised. Really, I have it on camera, like millions of the other acts of Domestic Terrorism; aka Gang Stalking. The Fruita half-wit show was quite entertaining. Koda, didn’t even growl at the simple fucks. We got back, cranked up the ac, had our pizza and went to bed.
Now its Thursday. I wake up with a pee-boner, stand up too fast, and smash my face on the shower glass. It didn’t break, the glass anyway. Must have been that low brain blood supply. Fucking VA. Koda and I had a long day. I took him for a little walk, just back and forth, pass the motorhome. On the road behind it. The Village Idiots must had enough of their sociopathic needs fulfilled yesterday. Because we didn’t get a plane, gunshots, motorcycles or Honey-Pots.
Back to Thursday. Try and keep up guys. I’m the one, with the restricted blood flow to the brain. Koda and I chilled that morning. We watched a movie with animals, so he could ruff and watch with excitement. Mid-afternoon, we went into town to get some lunch. We were going to scout more camping sites that hot afternoon, in the air conditioned car. Koda loves car rides, and setting in his passage seat, in the motorhome. We get into Grand Junction, and are surrounded by Big Billy-Bob trucks again. They even follow us into the restaurant parking lot. We use the drive through, and as we pull out of it, we are cut off by a Big, Big, Billy-Bob truck (Pick-up). I get around and pull up to his window. It’s tinted so dark, you can’t see through it. I stopped, motioned for him to roll down his window. He reluctantly does and give me a smirk. I have to look up, because hes above the roof of my car. He’s a young 20 something, with a $70,000, pick-up truck. I look right at him and say “I just wanted to see if you were one of the Village Idiots”. That pissed him off. He blasted away, leaving me with a face full of exhaust. It was worth it.
Koda and I pulled over to a Sprout’s parking lot and ate our lunch. No one messed with us. Which I thought, was rather odd. After we ate, we pulled onto the main road, to do our scouting. Within a couple of minutes, we had a law enforcement car right on our ass. This guy was tailgating. This happens when I stand up for myself and Koda. Like Wednesday, in Rifle, Colorado. But, when Koda or I are harassed, blocked in my trucks, shots fired over the motorhome; they are no where to bee seen. Kinda like; when the KKK, ruled the south. You won’t read that in your history books, but its true…. I adjust my dash-cam, move over to the right lane. He slowly drives pass us, and onto the highway.
Koda and I make it back to our campsite search. We were checking on two more places, the woman at the BLM Office, gave us. The roads that she told us to take, were not on the tiny map she gave us. We passed some of the road numbers close to the numbers she gave us. The ones she gave us; stopped at or before BLM lands, and had no access. That’s 3 for 3, fuck me. I don’t know if you read one of the previous post. She was taking her time so called helping us, as an older couple (looked older than me)
brought in a teenage boy, to harass Koda. He had something clinched in his right hand, walking up to Koda, as he lay at my feet. Koda stood up and growled, while being in the office full of government employees. The older woman looks at the boy, and says “It’s OK, it’s OK”. Stalling, baiting, Gang Stalking at its best.
So much for our scouting, we went back to camp. I made a nice dinner. After, I started on this long winded writing spree.
Friday, we stayed at camp all day. I was feeling a bit weak. No boners this time, just fatigued. We both laid around, chilled, and I started typing again. Blood, I think, making it to my brain. I take Koda out, late afternoon, and a Perp Couple have set up, right behind us. The same place the Boob Flinging Mother of a Teenager, did last Friday night. They are setting facing the sun. It’s 100 degrees out, and they are facing the sun. They have a minivan, a tarp as an awning, Billy-Bob with his Perp Orange Tee Shirt. They had a tiny square trailer, but only large enough to sleep in. All they had to do was, turn their van in the other direction, to get out of the sun. They had plenty of room. But, it would have exposed their plate number. The guy gave us the stare down as Koda took a pee. We we don’t go into town, they come out here, to push our buttons. We went back in the motorhome, enjoyed the air conditioning. As they sat in the sun, watching our camp with a vengeance. Like good little Perps.
Last weekend, we had a woman camping right behind us with her teenage daughter. They 1st drove back and forth as I took Koda out to poo. I don’t know what kind of fetish these sick fucks have with Koda pooping? But, they love to harass him as he’s scrunching up to drop one. Anyway, once they did their poo skit, back and fourth, they left. After dark, they came back and set up camp right behind us. The next morning I took Koda for a short walk. The woman stood up as we walked pass, put her arms in the air, stretching her boobs out, in our direction. It wasn’t that impressive, rather repulsive. Knowing her teenage daughter was watching us, out of the screen door of their truck camper. Seriously, these sick fucks are teaching their kids how to bait, harass and be Bullies. Meanwhile; parents, watch their kids come home form school in tears, being bullied. Some kids, never make it home at all. This is the United States of America. Our children are taking active shooter classes in school. Some kids so bullied, with no help, turn to killing other children, as they get older. No one is going to give you those facts, though they are true. Like the mass shootings in the workplace, because of extreme Workplace Mobbing. The news media, won’t do the follow-up, and the full truth. It just silently goes away, being blamed as a disgruntled employee.
Saturday we get the early morning crop duster, buzzing us, just as we get out of bed. He’s back at it again, almost every day this week. I’d love to find that marijuana crop.
The sun-burnt Perps behind us left Saturday, as Koda was scrunched up for a morning poo. The guy, still in his orange shirt, giving us the stare-down, as he slowly drives by. Koda, let out a puffy fart, just in time. After they left, I took Koda for a short walk, back and forth behind the motorhome. I’ve been short winded, and don’t smoke. We stayed in, I played a little tug of rope with Koda and got back to typing. I took him out a couple time in the afternoon. Around 4:40 pm, the plane come back. I’m typing, Koda starts panting. When he want out to use the bathroom, he will nudge his leash, or bring his communication ball to the door. He’s panting, because something has him worked up. I asked if he wanted out, he lays in the hall panting. I know what’s coming; it happens over and over. I tell Koda, “we need to gather our half-wit gear”, as he stands at the door panting. Once we step out of the motorhome, some overly fat guy, shows up on a motorcycle. He’s decked out in white dirt bike gear and helmet; rides slowly, pass the back of our motorhome. He was hoping I had Koda off leash, so he would chase after him. Koda, looked at him like the idiot he was, I laughed, and took a couple of pictures. It’s the same skits, over and over. But, no one in our government, or law enforcemnt; actually gives a shit. Do they Mr Directors. Just like, when the KKK ruled the south.
It’s Sunday morning. We wake a little after 6:00 am. By 6:23 am, we get the plane fly over. I gather my Half-wit documentation devices, and Koda. We go out so he could take his morning pee. No motorcycles zoomed by. It’s Stupid People Sunday; where are they? Maybe they are at church; ya think? We go back in, Koda gets his morning chewy, and me coffee. Koda, hasn’t had much exercise in the last few days. I’ve been feeling fatigued, for the last year. I though it was a bought of Lupus fatigue, but now know better. I took him for a walk; back and forth, on the road just behind our motorhome. It’s close. As we stepped out of our motorhome; a high flying plane flies pass, on our west. 10 minutes later; the American Bully shows up. It’s the picture above. He’s rushing, to hide behind the hills to our left. Like our Agency Directors, in their offices. From there, he will start shooting high powered rifle rounds. Trying to intimidate us, so we go back inside. With these bottom feeders; its all about power and control. Koda and I continue walking back and forth. The American Bully, continues firing off rounds. I have my Half-wit documentation devices recording every moment. Koda, signals for us to head back to the motorhome. So, the Village Idiot puts off a barrage of rounds, just as we get to the motorhome. We go inside, document the half-wit show, go about our morning routine.
Koda, could have walked for miles, but he’s watching out for dad. He has been very clingy, for the last few months. He sleeps in the bed with me, and thinks he’s human. You can see a few pics in my photostream. I’ll wake, he’ll be laying stretched out beside me. Laying up against me with his back. His nose, tucked under my chin. I’ll roll over, he stands up, stands over my face; and starts smelling into my mouth. He’s trying to tell me something.
We took a nap around noon. Once we got up, I took Koda out to pee. As soon as we stepped out of the motorhome; the Village Idiot of Loma Colorado, starts shooting off rounds, just to our south. These are closer, and rapid fire. Those darn Half-wits. Again, as we start to go inside; another barrage of half-wit gunfire. The same exact events happened in Arizona, Wyoming, and now back again in Colorado. These are the American Bullies. They are hell bent on driving anyone from their communities; they feel not worthy. How are they any better than me, than you? They are protected by Law Enforcemnt, just like the KKK was. Like the Law Enforcement, that shows up when I stand up for myself. Like the Law Enforcement officer in Laramie Wyoming, the Sargent here in Grand Junction, the Department of Interior Law Enforcement Officers. I’m not saying all are bad, I have family in Law Enforcement. I’m talking about the Bullies that hide behind their badges. Their supervisors, that allow and encourage this type of behavior. They needed to be weeded out. They good ones need better training, better pay, better superiors.
The American Bully is running this country of ours. They are in our government agencies; like the FBI Branch Office in Fresno, California. They are in the Halls of our Nation. They are in our hospitals, workplace, schools, streets and neighborhoods. They are testing and using; Direct Energy Weapons on unsuspected United States Citizens. They are destroying the lives and future of our children.
Do I have all the answers; No. Violence, is not one of them. I do know, knowledge, truth and exposure; are powerful tools. Take a look, listen and read through my photostream. There, you will find the Truth. I am an American Patriot, I love this country. I hate what is happening to it.
I don’t want your sympathy, your money. I want you to know what is happening to this country or ours; behind closed doors. All photos, and content in my photostream, are free to download, print, copy and share. All I ask; is you try to share something with someone in need. Maybe to a local Veteran’s Organization. If you can’t that’s OK. Share the Truth.
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47449 with 86252 in tow and the diverted 09:42 Poole - Manchester Piccadilly on 14th August 1979. The train is about to take the then goods-only Ryecroft Junction - Rugeley Trent Valley line owing to the blockage of the normal route via Wolverhampton following a serious derailment at Bushbury Junction the previous day.
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A sad story on the old Carrizzo Gorge Railway at Jacumba Hot Springs, Calif. Around 2008, the line was severed due to landslides, one in Mexico at daylighted Tunnel 3, and a second blockage at the east end of Tunnel 16 in the Carrizzo Gorge. The line, owned by San Diego Transit, got new operators who came with promises to reopen the line, which would be very costly, but failed to do so. So these Fs, along with several other units remain been isolated and baking in the sun. The only good news is the F units are behind heavy fencing and someone that does not seem very friendly lives in the depot next to the units so they are secure. Supposedly the units owner would like to get them out, but that would involve a lot of expense. These are ex-B&LE units and I was able to shoot them on US Steel in Wyoming, The Texan Dinner Train out of San Antonio, and the Spirit of Washington Dinner Train. Now they just sit awaiting an uncertain fate.
Bob the hog has been a very busy boy lately. He has built a front door made possibly of black plastic? If it is, then he must have brought it in himself? If not, it could be weed blockage fabric from under the carpet there but I won't go up and disturb him.
This was filmed over the past few weeks from one single night trap camera, placed in various positions in the garden. I hope you enjoy watching him.
Greenfinch "Chloris chloris"
Good news Poppy is feeling much better tonight, she did have a bowel blockage (we are still not sure what it was) but after having an Enema and some lactulose, she is much happier.
Thank you everyone for the kind wishes for Poppy. I was so worried and your support really helped :))
Thank you for all your kind comments,
Take care, stay safe and have a wonderful weekend !!
Dedicated to Dad, recovering from surgery this weekend from a blockage, yes the "C" word. Hopefully they got it all and he has it LICKED! Been a mess around here...kinda like a ZOO
Taken at the Zoo through glass, not the best but I thought it suited the moment.
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Good morning Panda Loving Friends! Happy MonMei! Happy MonBei! Happy MonJi!
Samson is still missing. Ground crew will search again this morning. There is a stranger at the nest, Gabby is not happy. Say a prayer.
My granddaughter, Anna, is still in the hospital, since Saturday. She's 19. She had surgery yesterday, for kidney stone with blockage, and a kidney infection. Surgery went well.. put in a stent.., she is battling the infection , still has fever. Never had any health issues, came out of nowhere.
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Happy 829 DAYS cutie miracle cub Qi Ji!
Have a pawsome day everyone, be kind, stay warm, be safe
Check the still images to see the blockages / collapses, or maybe you can tell from the video, I can hardly see it. What you are seeing is a metallic ink (I think?) being injected into the heart. The cloud up on top at the end is just the leftover backflow, from what I understand. It lets them see each artery via x-ray.
A pair of Chiltern class 165 turbos stand in the up siding after arriving on a terminating service from London Marylebone. After crossing over from the down platform they will drop down into the up platform to work a service to London.Due to the blockage on the WCML and no doubt the Rugby League final at Wembley all services where strenthenend.
Raphael is appearing well again. Eating, purring and climbing on me in the morning.
I brought him home on the 21st August after 2 days in the vet hospital, on IV drip. The IV cleared his bowel, but no obvious blockage, it was all watery diarreah he passed. But the older vet said that's been made watery by the IV and allowed to move, the bowel wasn't moving it.The x-ray showed two large air pockets in the large intestine, and small air pockets in the small intestine. The younger vet said it's unknown cause for the air pockets. Would need further specialist diagnostics.
They used the word "ileum." They use this word to refer to inflammation of the bowel with unknown cause. It just isn't working how it should.
I took him back for a check up with the older vet, yesterday on the 23rd August 2021, and his temperature was in the high end of normal.
His x-rays showed a normal bowel, compared to Friday's x-rays. There was poop lined up nicely, and no obvious air pockets.
He's now appearing well, he's been 5 days on 5mg prednisone twice a day, it's from here on once a day for 10 days, then once every second day, as long as he remains well.
If I had the older vet when I took him in on Tuesday, she would have felt the obstruction and put him on IV then, but she looked at him on the Thursday and immediately started IV to move the blockage then. I was a bit upset because he had suffered for an extra 2 days with this block.
The vets have been more than helpful, they did not charge for yesterday's x-rays or charge for the check up yesterday.
They have been overly supportive and did not charge me for the second day on his IV.
It does seem that the younger vet did not realise that the poop was stuck and needed help to move.
But also, she feels he could have lymphoma and that is the underlying cause, but we need further diagnostics. Time will tell. The younger vet didn't realise that the bowel was blocked and needed hydration. I assume the vets realise this and they have done more than enough to accommodate me and Raphael. I am not upset now because he got the treatment he needed.
If he had been treated by the older vet on Tuesday, he may never have needed an x-ray.
The Prednisone is working, and hopefully whatever inflamed his bowel, will not return and he will be okay.
We don't know the cause of the temperature but I suspect it's a result of his bowel inflammation. But it could also be something more sinister, or it all could have started with a viral infection that effected his bowel and caused it to stop moving feces which caused blockage and inflammation. These are things I've tried to understand by myself, the vet says "ileum", "unknown cause of inflammation, treat the symptoms, see how he goes, yes it could be any number of viruses."
I am mindful that something caused him to get sick, and he may not be recovered from an underlying cause. Time will tell to see how he goes weaning off the prednisone, or if he needs to stay on it.
Thank you for your kind comments and favs. xxx
06.02.23. Chaos on Abbeydale Road! At about 1130 First's StreetLite 63388 failed while operating the 1047 service 76 from Shiregreen to Lowedges, and this was the scene about an hour later. The breakdown occurred on a stretch with cars parked either side, the result being that nothing could pass the broken-down bus. Many smaller vehicles made three-point turns to avoid the blockage but several buses and other large vehicles were stranded. The photograph shows the offending StreetLite on the right, heading out of town, while a group of First drivers waits in the middle of the road for the problem to be solved - it looks as if it could be a long wait. In the meantime services were maintained by diverting later journeys via London Road and Broadfield Road. (Photo taken and posted 6 Feb 2023)
On Monday, Feb. 20, 1989 due a blockage on Southern Pacific’s valley route, caused by the 7502 derailment, the SP rerouted many trains from the valley line to the then through but seldom used westside line. Here, SP SD40R 7373 leads a westbound west side freight past the water tower at Westley, CA. Note the former Southern high nose SD45 in the consist.
SP 7373 is an EMD SD40, (SD40R), SP Class EF630R-2. According to good sources, including Strapac's fantastic SP Compendium series, SP 7373 was built in May 1966 by EMD as a model SD40, builders number 31557, SP 8476, SP Class EF630-1.
This locomotive was upgraded in June 1981 emerging as SP 7373 EMD SD40R, SP Class EF630R-2.
The disposition of this locomotive is, Retired Dec. 1997, Sold Dec. 1999 to Boise Locomotive Co.
Location : Marina South, Marina Barrage Singapore ,.
Camera use : Canon EOS 5D2
Lens use: Canon 24-105 F4L @24mm
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On 9 August, I welcome everyone with warmest heartbeat to re-visit my homeland, yours uniquely young Singapore . We have just celebrated our nation significant 46th independent day with high esteem of endless festive events line up beyond simply words of description. Each year, timeless of careful planned, exciting n extra-ordinary exhibition of our national day parade will attract million of millions die-hard spectators with anticipation events awaiting for the electrifying 4-5 minutes of excelling, spectacular grand finale, the state of art synchronizing technology fireworks display . It all happen here at the hottest talk of the town, the unique structure of Marina Bay ,.. I strongly recommend one of Singapore's best selective spots, especially the 360 degree panoramic viewing platform high up here at the Marina Bay Sands exclusive sky parks where it provide an sensational unobstructed overlooking the celebration events at a memorable distance u hardly will forget in another decades!
I''m suck at using black card for the first time, I wish those expert out there could share the little secret of "technic" shooting with a black card during firework events. With no experience, I had notice n aware my occasion placement of cards near lens had accidentally cause physical slight vibration that turn out unsatisfactory blurry result , further more, the amount timing require/apply blocking the light sensor really puzzle me with cold sweat??? What the hell is the correct technical tricks to apply during the process of holding n dismiss during blockage. Pls clear my mind n huge doubt. . I had to confess is a total failure attempt this round so pls advice .
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Dr. Dean and his assistant, Nurse Catlin, marvel at the wonder of the mysterious blockage of the sun today. Is it an armada of space beings hell bent on destroying our planet?!? Or is it just a naturally occurring phenomenon that happens every 20 years or so!?! Only time will tell, brave viewers!
I've had another uninspired week to be honest. Could this be half year blockage or something?
It was a beautiful sunny and warm evening when this was taken. I like the way this editing effect looked on my laptop, gave it a summer kind of warmth, but viewing it on my computer it doesn't look as good. But it is something different for my set, Ty's in motion for one lol, which is what i set out to get this week.
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Made explore #207. Thanks everyone! :)