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One last go around the patch! The WC-135W Constant Phoenix, serial 61-2667 (callsign SHINR51), arrived at the Greenville Majors Airport yesterday. This historic "nuke sniffing" airframe has been in USAF service since 1962 and has 36,577 flight hours. Boneyard Safari was on scene and we were not only lucky enough to see its arrival, but subsequent pattern work!
Tasked with collecting nuclear samples from the atmosphere, this Constant Phoenix has found itself in the midst of major world events such as Chernobyl in 1986, Crimea in 2014, Fukushima in 2011, and a number of other nuclear tests by countries such as Pakistan, India, and North Korea.
A formal retirement ceremony for Tail 667 was held at the Lincoln Airport Wednesday, September 7th, to send off the aircraft many of its former flight crews lovingly refer to as "Old Busted". If you look closely at the side of the aircraft, you can see many signatures both under the cockpit section and on the inboard engine. During the ceremony, the base welcomed the new addition to the fleet and the WC-135W's replacement, WC-135R tail 64-14836, which Boneyard Safari caught flight testing at Greenville back in June prior to delivery. The WC-135R is the first of three Constant Phoenix aircraft that is slated to come on property.
In the meantime, the fine folks at L3Harris in Greenville will begin removal of Tail 667's sensor suites and communication equipment. Shortly after, it will be flown one final time to the Davis-Monthan Air Force Base boneyard, or AMARG, where it will join many of its sisters in the desert.
Farewell to this Cold Warrior. She has served her country well!
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Theme: "Movement"
Movement is life, life is constantly changing, contantly moving.
Visually inspired by this image by Brooke Shaden.
This is the third image for the project Teleidoscope. In case you're interested, here's the link to the group on facebook ;)
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Tema: "Movimiento"
El movimiento es la vida, la vida está en constante cambio, en constante movimiento.
Visualmente inspirada por esta imagen de Brooke Shaden.
Esta es la tercera imagen para el proyecto Teleidoscope. Por si os interesa el proyecto, aquí está el link al grupo en facebook ;)
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constantly on the move in the water .... .as this was the closest I have been to an egret, I was.pleased to have managed a few shots before it flew off ! .... :)
A historic harbor warehouse from 1923, once this was the largest storage and transfer shed in the world, designed by architect Cornelis van Goor and built by order of the Holland-America Line. The warehouse is then still called Shed San Francisco and is 360 meters long.
Rotterdam, the Netherlands.
RIP
Unfortunately, after 9 years of constant companionship and dedicated loyalty I had to put Bailey to sleep last month due to his allergies. He suffered from them on and off in small ways over the years but back in the summer they struck him again and just didn`t let go and his whole quality of life and health was shot. All the medical treatments tried were to no avail in addition to what previously worked in the past in helping to clear up his outbreaks.
Bailey was originally purchased by me at 3 months old and was supposed to be a Jack Russel Terrier, but grew a little bigger and a little different in shape and size and judging by the pics i looked at over time I came to the conclusion that he was a Rat Terrier and my lesson was learned when purchasing dogs from a pet shop, even being given "authentic" AKC paperwork. That`s all irrelevant though now but at the time i was a little peeved about this.
He was my pal and my buddy and i miss him everyday when i come home and he`s not at the door to greet me...
No questions please, thanks.
Whether it was the C&NW, DM&E, CP or RCP&E, this station sign at St. Onge has been through it all. The railroad may change, but some things don't.
My fat from the side: Or how I am constantly realizing just how big my big butt is
Kyla took this (entirely candid) picture of me while I was getting ready for a (not at all candid) photoshoot to create publicity materials for the documentary last Saturday. She took a lot of behind-the-scenes shots that day, but this one is probably my favorite.
When I'm getting ready for the day, doing my hair and makeup while leaning precariously over my powder-and-blush-stained counter-tops, the last thing I'm thinking about is my butt. I am very rarely thinking about my body at all, so much as I am thinking about an animated, two-dimensional portrait of myself that begins at the top of my head and ends at my bust. This version of me is still fat, but not nearly as fat as the person I see when I look at this picture that Kyla took. The thing is, I very rarely "feel" as fat as I look. I think this is a pretty normal occurrence for fat folks... I've spent so many years in my head, shying away from full physical embodiment, that I sometimes forget that my body is more than a face and some boobs--especially when I'm just going through my morning hair and makeup routine.
When I finish, I take a few looks in one or both of my two full-length mirrors. I do some twirling, check out my backside, and even do some side-viewing. But it's not the same as looking at this picture--this static representation of a side of me that I rarely see, and one that I am only recently comfortable with.
But something awesome happened when Kyla showed me this picture: I was in awe. Not because I was surprised to see what I saw--I DO know how big my butt is, and how far my stomach and breasts stick out, regardless of how often I might "forget" it. I was in awe because when I saw myself I experienced this deep sense of pride, this voice inside me that was like "fuck YEAH that is you! That is your body. That is your home." And it felt so good. I'm still beaming, just looking at this picture now, and feeling that wonderful feeling when you realize that your body is YOU and you are your body and everything is just... good. This is me; I'm a good body.
You can learn more about Fat Activist, Margitte Leah Kristjansson, at Riots Not Diets.
On the top of XiaoYuShan (Little Fish Mountain), there is a pagoda... On the top of the pagoda, you can enjoy a beautiful 360° view of Qingdao, the old town with its red roofs, the modern city center on the other side, 180° of sea, beaches...
But I went there not for the panoramic view, but for the pagoda itself.
Stay tuned...
This is China~~
A causa de las fuertes lluvias en la zona de Alpera, el 87152 pasó con un buen retraso considerable por Valencia, con lo cual era factible el poderle cazar.
En la foto vemos al 87152 con la 335.007 al frente.
Horno de Alcedo (Valencia)
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"If our lives lack a constant magic it is because we choose to observe our acts and lose ourselves in consideration of their imagined form and meaning, instead of being impelled by their force." Antonin Artaud
At least there is a phone (and camera) to interact with. The subject in this case is your humble photographer using the self-timer. Thanks for viewing.
Normally in constant motion (upside-down as much as right-side up), this little White-breasted Nuthatch struck and held a pose while I grabbed a few photos.
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Constant Gabriël, il vient de loin (hij komt van ver/he comes from afar) (detail), 1887, Kröller-Müller Museum, Otterlo. Seen at the exhibition Holland op z'n mooist (Beautiful Holland) about the Haagse school/Hague school, 4 April-30 August 2015, Gemeentemuseum The Hague.
Desde que as populações se começaram a instalar na região de Lisboa, que a escassez de água potável foi uma constante. Apesar da existência de um rio no local, o Tejo, a sua água é imprópria para consumo, pois a ampla foz do rio faz com que a água seja contaminada pelo mar, tendo por isso níveis de salinidade inadequados. A única área de Lisboa com nascentes de água era o bairro de Alfama. Com o crescimento da cidade para fora das cercas medievais foi-se instalando uma situação de défice crónico no abastecimento de água. Foi ganhando então força a ideia de aproveitar as águas do vale da ribeira de Carenque, na região de Belas. Estas águas foram primeiramente utilizadas pelos romanos, que aí haviam construído uma barragem e um aqueduto.
[editar] Antecedentes
Em 1571, Francisco de Holanda (1517 - 1585) propõe a D. Sebastião (1554 - 1578) na sua obra Da Fábrica que Falece à Cidade de Lisboa que estabelecesse uma rede de abastecimento de água que servisse a cidade de Lisboa, rede essa que tinha já sido iniciada pelos romanos. Os vestígios do aqueduto romano eram ainda suficientes para que tivessem sido considerados, em 1620, para a passagem das Águas Livres de Lisboa. Anos mais tarde, D. Filipe II (1578 - 1621) instituiu o real da água, um imposto sobre a carne e vinho que tinha como objectivo principal o financiamento das obras de construção do sistema de abastecimento de água para a capital. Porém, o projecto não foi sequer iniciado, tendo o dinheiro angariado por esse imposto sido utilizado para ajudar pobres e doentes, e também para financiar a guerra no Brasil e na Índia.
[editar] Construção
Preocupado com a falta de água na cidade, o Procurador da Cidade, em 1728, estabeleceu, à semelhança de D. Filipe II, uma taxa sobre a carne, vinho, azeite e outros produtos alimentares com o intuito de arranjar financiamento para a construção do aqueduto. Um ano depois, em 1729, foram nomeados três homens para a elaboração do plano de construção do sistema que incluiria a construção de um troço monumental do aqueduto sobre o vale de Alcântara. Esses três homens eram António Canevari, arquitecto italiano, o Coronel Engenheiro Manuel da Maia e João Frederico Ludovice, arquitecto alemão, responsável também pelo Convento de Mafra.
Portalão nas Amoreiras, Lisboa.
Em 1731, o Alvará Régio do rei D. João V ditou o início do projecto. Um ano depois, Canevari é afastado da direcção do empreendimento, tendo sido substituído por Manuel da Maia. Este orientou o traçado que o aqueduto deveria seguir desde a nascente até à cidade. O sistema iria terminar num enorme "cálice" a partir do qual sairiam várias condutas que ligariam aos muitos chafarizes espalhados por Lisboa. Optou-se por um aqueduto forte mas não magnífico, fazendo contudo um castelo monumental já dentro da cidade onde chegaria a água, edifício o qual a população poderia melhor apreciar devido à sua proximidade.
Passados cinco anos do Alvará Régio, e as obras ainda não tinham sequer sido iniciadas. Manuel da Maia, então responsável pelo projecto, foi substituído por Custódio Vieira. As obras começaram muito lentamente devido a atritos com os mais altos responsáveis pela obra, tal como prior de S. Nicolau. Em 1740 começou a ser construído o troço mais conhecido e mais visível do aqueduto. Quatro anos depois, em 1744, é finalizado o Arco Grande, e morre Custódio Vieira. A obra passou a ser dirigida pelo húngaro Carlos Mardel, que haveria de ter, após o grande terramoto de 1755, um papel crucial na reconstrução da Baixa Pombalina. Foi ele que decidiu instalar a Mãe d'Água perto do Rato, nas Amoreiras, ao invés da proposta inicial de se localizar em S. Pedro de Alcântara. A solução foi muito questionada e criticada, sobretudo por Ludovice, que queria que o "cálice" fosse construído onde inicialmente tinha sido pensado, mas mesmo assim a obra continuou. Em 1748, com a finalização dos 12 arcos de volta perfeita das Amoreiras, o aqueduto ficou terminado, transportando diariamente cerca de 1300 m³ de água, três vezes mais que a oferta original.
The Águas Livres Aqueduct (Portuguese: Aqueduto das Águas Livres, pronounced [ɐkɨˈdutu dɐʃ ˈaɡwɐʃ ˈlivɾɨʃ], "Aqueduct of the Free Waters") is a historic aqueduct in the city of Lisbon, Portugal. It is one of the most remarkable examples of 18th-century Portuguese engineering. The main course of the aqueduct covers 18 km, but the whole network of canals extends through nearly 58 km.
The city of Lisbon has always suffered from the lack of drinking water, and King John V decided to build an aqueduct to bring water from sources in the parish of Caneças, in the modern municipality of Odivelas. The project was paid for by a special sales tax on beef, olive oil, wine, and other products.
Construction started in 1731 under the direction of Italian architect Antonio Canevari, replaced in 1732 by a group of Portuguese architects and engineers, including Manuel da Maia, Azevedo Fortes and José da Silva Pais. Between 1733 and 1736, the project was directed by Manuel da Maia, who in turn was replaced by Custódio Vieira, who would remain at the head of the project until around 1747.
Custódio Vieira conceived the centerpiece of the aqueduct, the arches over the Alcantara valley, completed in 1744. A total of 35 arches cross the valley, covering 941 m. The tallest arches reach a height of 65 m, and many are pointed, reminiscent of arches in Gothic style. It is considered a masterpiece of engineering in the Baroque period.
In 1748, although the project was still unfinished, the aqueduct finally started to bring water to the city of Lisbon, a fact celebrated in a commemorative arch built in the Amoreiras neighbourhood. From this period on, construction was overseen by other architects, including Carlos Mardel of Hungary and others. During the reigns of José I and Maria I, the network of canals and fountains was greatly enlarged.
The Mãe d'Água (Mother of the Water) reservoir of the Amoreiras, the largest of the water reservoirs, was finished in 1834. This reservoir, with a capacity of 5,500 m³ of water, was designed by Carlos Mardel. It is now deactivated and can be visited as part of the Museu da Água (Water Museum).
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Mooie tentoonstelling in het Haags Gemeentemuseum.
New Babylon van Constant
In een van de ruimte is een houten trap gebouwd die je op eigen risico kunt betreden. Deze dame met bloemetjes jurk en een tasje van Tate had er plezier in.
I’m thinking. I’m constantly thinking.
The last month wasn’t exactly fair enough to me. Least to say. Sure, might have got that party thrown at me, but when your work burdens you a day later, I’m sure there’s always something out there. The ruins, the remains, the mystery and the clues, then it leads to something being solved. Because I’m here to retrieve a package with a contact....
I remember how I was taken to a facility, probably in Russia, and they trained us for torture. Three weeks, no oxygen, food, or water. And my latent abilities being activated, I still wouldn’t have survived it. It was the instincts. Why would I have a single thought about this? Just for 4 hours? Well, it’s definitely the skill set of survival, ensuring I wouldn’t break—-and succumb to full immense torture, psychologically and mentally.
Now, it’d be physically. Running free of the captors and killing them, they set me afoot on a bike chase. A futuristic one, better than the Hollywood movies. Harnessed with zero gravity and power resilience, good stuff you can imagine. I’m left to fill out the details on my own.
My left arm still aches from the last man who tried to stab me with 10 needles, even worse than Chinese acupuncture. It’s bleeding, rapidly. I try to set the bike to autopilot, but it hurts to do so. Knowing fighting through the pain isn’t worth it. There are no bandage, unfortunately, so my remaining option is to rip my mask, partially, and cauterise the wound. Good thing the mask still covers the majority of my face. I feel the desert heat mixed with my coldness, creating some warmth, which does feel good.
The two henchmen seem to have caught up with me behind, because they’ve already fired shots while I’m dodging like it’s nothing. I look to the back and I wonder—-one thing they should be worried about....must be the dust storm back of our heads. Makes them sandy ghosts. Bad pun, eh? I couldn’t have thought of anything better in i. It takes me a quick peek to make sure who those guys are—-and it turns out to be ES agents, under brainwashing.
I decide to slide my bike, making me trip but I roll over with the perfect timing. And then the other guys don’t. Shame they didn’t see it coming. As I pick myself up and walk over to the fallen men, I profile them quickly with my scans. I shoot one of them in the head, face flat immediately. The other guy is still alive. He does nothing but surrender. To my (little surprise), he cuffs himself up. I alert the authorities as I drive off into the night....
When I’ve reached the city, it’s already 10. I land off my bike and make my way towards the mall. I gaze my head upon the city, still bustling and bright, especially the beautiful sight of the Burj Khalifa, in their 50th renovation.Two centuries later, it still looks good as heck, future Dubai is very Dubai.
But I know there’s a mission to do. Unless someone’s waiting—
A kid bumps into me. It’s clear he’s running towards my direction, but how? The kid stares at me with a sad face, as I spent a few seconds observing him, he doesn’t look like he’s local here. The sounds of people started scuffling around, as I realise the ES weren’t far behind. It seems like someone’s tracked me down well. North’s niece. And she’s coming for the boy.
Without reason to think or do so, I hold the child’s hands, telling him to stay put as I shoot the pursuers. He gets on the bike with ease, as I drive off in this chaotic mess. I can roughly hear their sounds of grunting and aggressiveness as they give pursuit. Soon enough, I allow my bike to drop off smoke bombs that give distraction and make a clean getaway for us.
*30 minutes later*
We’re at Dubai south. Apparently if taking a package wasn’t enough, it turned out to be some kid, so as I thought. I was supposed to meet a person that could give me what I came for, maybe he’s dead now. The watch tells me to head into the village. Grabbing the kid’s hand, I take him for a few corners, into a two story building and up the stairs. A man in the shadows greets me warmly.
“Hello, Ghostforge. You’re finally here.”
“What’s all of this about? A test?”
“Something like that. You have just done the first quarter of the mission.”
“How am I supposed to full trust you?”
“Only if you’re willing to listen. Who you’re with now and just got in the city, this child, is valuable. Just left out the part where Mr North had sent his niece.”
“So it was intentional when the kid knew he was gonna be picked up. Makes me a transporter, huh.”
“Yes....and you will be protecting him 24/7. Alone. The child is a high risk weapon, and you will protect him. Failure to meet any mission demands or unsuccessful means will result in your expulsion from your team. And I, alongside your superiors, will be watching.....above.”
The sun is ready to make its ascent up the north slope of Oswald Dome as it continues its constant march southward. This will cut some additional time of of the morning light as the sun will have farther to travel to break over the mountain!
GP9 CP 1608 and M630 CP 4563 are facing each other at Exporail on a sunny morning this past Saturday in St-Constant, Qc. Behind CP 1608 is RDC-1 CP 9069.
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Constant parade of gigantic mine dump trucks hauling overburden and copper ore out of the mine at the RioTinto/Kennecott Bingham Canyon open pit copper mine in Salt Lake County, Utah.
• The trucks that haul the ore are larger than many houses and weigh more than a jumbo jet. They stand over 23 feet tall and can carry from 255 to 360 tons of rock.
• The truck driver rides about 18 feet above the ground -- nearly two stories high.
• Each tire on these big trucks costs from $18,000 to $26,000 and lasts just 9 months.
To see more of this amazing but annoying copper mine check out my album here: www.flickr.com/photos/19779889@N00/albums/72157627780868214
missing you CONSTANTLY
needing you LUSTFULLY
wanting you DESPERATELY
touching you HUNGRILY
taking you PASSIONATELY
moaning DELICIOUSLY
exploding INTENSELY
loving you...always :) and longer than forever ♥
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