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… a wired Zebedee (lying down) from the Magic Roundabout TV programme, for those who remember.
Also reminds me of the Slinky toy I used to play with as a child.
The last of the wire wool spinning shots, this is my favourite of the four.
EWS 66112 enters the Up Goods Loop on the approach to Bromsgrove with a consignment of rolled coil forming the 6M96 Margam to Corby. Classmate 66057 had already arrived and was waiting in the spur at the south end of the loop to provide banking assistance for the climb up the Lickey.
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Adriatic lizard toungue orchid (Himantoglossum adriaticum)
Adriatische Riemenzunge (Himantoglossum adriaticum)
NR19, 9316, 9301 & 8124 round the many curves in the Cullerin Range and is on the approach to "Bottom Bridge" with 2WM2 steel service. Tuesday, 7th February 2017
Tail coil of a juvenile western ringneck (Diadophis punctatus). This shot isn't the classic "straight at the corkscrew" angle, but I like how it shows the transition from the dark dorsum to the screaming crimson venter.
A nicely coiled male adder from Friday's search. This one was only a metre away from the black one in the previous photo.
Candlestick made of "wrought iron" - probably actually mild steel as genuine wrought iron is no longer made in commercial quantities.
In the backdrop of Port Talbot steel works, 66053 joins the main South Wales line at Margam Moors Junction, working the 6E30 Margam to Hartlepool loaded steel coil.
For those who prefer shots taken with 'normal' cameras, not drones.
Please look at the previous upload for the back story.
Fishermen's ropes on one of the wharves in Seahouses, Northumberland Coast, northern England.
HD PENTAX-D FA 28-105mm f3.5-5.6
Fascinating to watch this python curl itself into an ever tighter spiral. The shiny black spot is its nostril, eyes are buried down in the coil. I think it was looking for a place to rest and likely digest a recent meal.
He stood on the edge of the world, a lone figure suspended between sky and stone. Before him sprawled New Zealand's Southern Alps, their peaks — Poseidon, Sarpedon, Amphion — rising like silent arguments carved from light and ice. The glacier unfurled its pale tongue, an ancient current arrested mid-sentence, its surface rippled with the memory of motion. The air shimmered, crystalline and unrepentant, a cold clarity that cut to the marrow.
Lake Agnes lay below, a still pool, dark and sharp as polished obsidian. It absorbed the landscape without a ripple, the reflection a perfect inversion—mountains upside down, the sky swallowed by earth. The scene was a paradox: immensity caught in a whisper, time paused on the brink of collapse. He felt the grass brittle beneath his boots, the wind threading through the crevices of his jacket—a touch neither warm nor cruel, merely indifferent.
For three days he had wrestled through the entrails of the land. The rainforest had closed around him with a suffocating lushness, roots coiling like serpents beneath the moss. Streams foamed with a glacial bite, the waters quick and thoughtless, bruising his ankles as he waded through. Thorned thickets tore at his skin with the intimacy of old grudges. He climbed slopes slick with rain, his body folded into painful angles, the horizon always receding. When he reached this place, the fog had been thick enough to erase the contours of the world. His tent had trembled in the night winds, the cold seeping in like an unwelcome thought.
But then dawn came, unburdened and lucid. The veil lifted, and the mountains revealed themselves in their raw articulation. They did not posture or proclaim—they simply were, immutable and unscripted. The glacier’s silence was more profound than any roar; the peaks did not loom so much as exist beyond scale.
Here, in this distilled emptiness, the trivial machinery of the world he had fled seemed absurd. The restless striving, the ceaseless revolutions of ambition and vanity—all of it shrank to the size of a pebble lost in a chasm. There was no wheel here to turn, no circuit to complete. Only the landscape, bare and relentless in its honesty.
He filled his lungs, the air sharp enough to taste. It was an act of quiet rebellion, this deliberate witnessing. In that breath, he found not freedom, but a dissolution of need. The lines between man and mountain wavered, softened by the sheer scale of indifference. If he stayed long enough, perhaps he too would become part of this tableau—his form dissolving into lichen and shadow, his presence no more than a pause in the wilderness’s endless thought.
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stainless steel coil bicycle rack, Sydney 2013. Olympus XA Ilford FP4+ in Kodak D76 developer. V700 scan pp toning and vignette in LR4.
Macro of a coiled Chameleon's tail as he rested peacefully on a branch.
I didn't realize how textured and colourful the skin is on these beautiful creatures or how tightly they can curl their tails
Since the highway goes in a straight line while the railroad coils around the hills following the course of the river we were able to get the shot at the other side of the horseshoe only a mile west of the shot I just posted.
Continuing the look back to a great chase up and over Soldier Summit two years ago today.
This train loaded at West Elk Mine on the North Fork branch and turned west at Grand Junction to cross the desert. The Helpers were cut in at their namesake town and we chased this train west over the summit and down the mountain until last light. They are seen here winding alongside the Price River at about MP 641.5 west of Kyune on the modern day Union Pacific's Provo Sub, the one time Denver and Rio Grande Western Utah Division mainline.
Utah County, Utah
Saturday May 11, 2019
One of Mittal steel's SC15-A's pulls a long string of coil cars for B09 to pick up, that orange car in the shot is a buffer car for the bottle train that NS 4608 just dropped off.
No one is in the cab it is being run by remote.
East Chicago, IN
May 10, 2008
Just the coil of cable for my ring flash.
Lensbaby Composer, Sweet 35 Optic, 12mm Extension Tube, f/4
Ambling through Leominster on a lazy late summer afternoon is 40126, the train was the 4V33 14.28 Dee Marsh Yard to BSC Llanwern steel coil service 09/09/1981
40126 was built at Vulcan Foundry as D326, it was put into traffic 21/12/1960, it was withdrawn 15/02/1984 and cut 01/04/1984 at Doncaster Works