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I look at my mission on the hologram that I have in my helmet, "Move your way through the wreckage and try to round up as many survivors as you can."
What survivors? The bombs were supposed to be non-lethal, apparently they were not.
The most I can find of a survivor is a slowly cooling skeleton.
In response to Genghis Don's adaptation of my cockpit.
Definite leaks around the canopy, causing dangerous space gas to leak into the cabin.
A lot of different aspects to the issues at hand in the US were raised at the rally. This group had especially impressive flags.
HMS Defender (D36) Launched in December 2009, HMS Defender is the fifth of the Royal Navy’s six Type 45 destroyers. Together with her sister vessels, Defender is one of the most advanced warships ever constructed.
British Army Land Rover Defender 67 KJ 55 in the military vehicle display at the 50th Gloucestershire Vintage & Country Extravaganza on 2 August 2025.
Last week Ed Diment and I built this Land Rover Defender, for an exhibition at the National Railway museum. The vehicle is based on my own series II Land Rover. Because it is part of a series of emergency vehicles, it wears the markings of the Royal National Lifeboat Institution.
Coincidentally, it's also a nice match for #10 in this month's LUGNuts challenge, 'order by numbers', a vehicle to handle any extreme terrain. After all, Land Rovers are 'the best four-by-four by far.
German soldier advancing against an assault by Allied troops who were attempting to re-capture the German-held station at Rossendorf. (East Lancashire Railway's 1940s Weekend - 30th May 2016)
A variation of a build for Bright Bricks which was presented to a Land Rover dealer to mark the last year of Defender production. Working steering, pendular front / live axle rear suspension, engine, linear transmission.
This is the 2015 model 110 Station Wagon.
The Land Rover Defender. 1948-2015.
A UK Specialist Ambulance Service Land Rover Defender seen here at the Fareham base.
This is one of three identical vehicles. Currently two are at the London HQ (416/417) and one at the Hampshire (418.)
Number Plate: MK06 YYW
Base: Fareham (now Rainham)
Fleet Number: 418
Make: Land Rover
Model: Defender 110
Role: All Terrain Rescue Unit (ATRU)
Photographed in 2015.
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Returning from my parents the other night I made an impromptu stop to take a couple of pictures of the Land Rover. Being almost 10.00 pm I required a second long exposure so managed to rest the camera on a low wall.
The war memorial in the background details the names of the local villagers who lost their lives in WW1 and WW11. Included within the sad list of names is my great uncle Sgt George Dawson who was lost in action at Dunkirk.
It was very foggy and windy at Devil's Slide today so not sure if this pelican was even aware of the falcon nest that it wandered close to (though pelican's have been known to kill falcon chicks).
Inspired by the 8087 Lego TIE-Defender set, here is my rendering of this great and powerful TIE ship.
Oh God, nem acredito que o ano já acabou. Sério, não acredito.
O ano de 2011 foi, sem dúvida, o melhor ano já vivido por mim. Tantas coisas aconteceram, coisas boas, coisas ruins... No final das contas foram só coisas.
Além dessas coisas, esse ano foi, para mim, um ano libertador. Criei minhas ideias, as expus para o mundo, mostrei ao mundo quem sou e me expressei de todas as maneiras possíveis. Não somente por uma edição do Flickr, mas pelos meus solitários shows no banheiro (LOL), minhas brigas, minhas reconciliações, meus atos e por toda palavra que saiu de minha boca.
Em 2012 prometo lutar para defender as minhas teorias, e ser criticado pelo que penso, o mundo me critica. Mas que se dane o mundo, sou o que sou: Uma maquina de pensar imprevisível e que ninguém pode parar...
Por fim, deixo minhas últimas palavras aqui no Flickr nesse ano:
Que todos sejam felizes, e que a arte que cada um faz seja vista e reconhecida. Obrigado a todos que me apoiam, e a todos que me criticam. Tenham um ano excelente, e que tudo dê certo. Deus abençoe vocês!
ART IS THE ONLY THING THAT CAN'T BE DESTROYED...
“So what is your story?” Nahla asked while idly and in bored fashion flipped through a random book sitting upon one of the desks.
“I’m just an Elf.” Solarawen replied, eyes shifted slightly over her left shoulder to the tiefling. “Don’t touch that.”
“Well, to look at you one would guess that but there is something a bit more about you. I see the scars along your shoulders and hands, what caused those?” Of course not listening to being told to stop touching things, she continued to flip through the pages while plopped into one of the not so comfortable wooden chairs. A soft protest of a squeak came from her shoulder where a small primate did it’s best to hide from the large white owl upon the elf's shoulder. Though Thalk’s golden eyes never left the small morsel’s position. Solarawen closed the book she had in her hands, a hesitant glance at the scars spoken of before she placed the book back and pulled another. “I mean, if I am going to be doing work for you the least you could do is give me a little information.”
“Information you would then turn and sell to someone else? After I am paying you gold to give me information on others?” Her tone did not sound accusatory, in fact it was rather even and blase throughout most of the conversations Nahla had with her.
“Gold is easy for me to come by,” A slight wave of the tiefling’s hand to dismiss the idea. “I’m curious and want a story instead. Your story. I mean, it isn’t like anyone is going to ask about you. No one even knows you yet nor do they probably care to. You’re just some random student so far. And even if they did, What would I tell them? A pretty elf had some curiosity but lacked the social skills to get to know them? I’d probably die and your story would die with me in the process of asking around. So why not? It is all the payment I am asking for. I’d say that is fair.” There was a sigh, that caused a smirk to curl on Nahla’s lips. She knew that sigh well enough to know she was about to get what was asked for.
A clap of the book and Solarawen turned around walking over to the table with an expression that Nahla couldn’t quite read. It wasn’t exactly annoyance nor was it amusement. In fact, something about it seemed almost sinister or devious in a way. That couldn’t be right, elves weren’t like that. So she thought.
“So what do you want to know?” The question posed as she settled down in a chair across the table. “About the scars? Or about where I am from? You have my name and my general information already. What is it you so desire that you would refuse gold in turn?” The tiefling licked her lips and leaned forward. The book in front of her was already forgotten and shoved to the wayside.
“Tell me about the scars. I’ve not seen scars like those before. How did you get them?”
“By meddling in magic before I was ready.” Nahla’s eyes squinted at the answer.
“Come on… More details, please.” Another sigh and the tiefling’s smile would grow to show her pointed teeth.
“When I was young I fell in love with a male who, in turn, fell in lust with me. All he wanted to do was have relations. Meanwhile I was trying to think of a future we both could have. Perhaps the naive nature of a younger self. While he was feeling me up, I was planning children and a home. I was daydreaming about how the introduction of him to my family would go. While that introduction got postponed time and time again. His choice of course. Until it could no longer be postponed because I was with a child.” Nahla raised a brow but was now intently listening.
“Everyone in Silverymoon knows my family are purists. Only elven blood in the family. As it turned out, my… choice in a male partner was not full elven blooded. He knew this of course, but chose to have his fun and when it came to the consequences… Well, he did not want to face the wrath of my mother for a child that would be… impure.” By this point of the story Nahla’s features changed slightly. Brows furrowed and head tilted with a hint of confusion in the expression on her face. She’d never heard of such a thing. The elves she had met throughout her life, at least the ones above ground, seemed to be tolerant if not loving of all life.
“So, this… partial elf decided that instead of facing down life as an outcast with me… because I would be exiled due to my child of course and lose everything. He decided to attempt to erase his mistake. To defend myself and my child I attempted to protect myself with magic I had not yet mastered. My mother caught us in the midst of battle and threw a chain lightning spell. She couldn’t have known what it would have done. At least I tell myself that. She was just trying to separate us. It killed him.” Solarawen nodded slightly. “And the baby. It went through one of my hands and out the other, which is where these scars came from. Instead of having me healed she insisted that the marks be left as a lesson. To what, I am not sure of. She claimed to not attempt magic without properly studying it first. Of which is true, had I studied it things might have gone differently. I might have chosen different spells or just misty stepped away and escaped with my and my baby’s life.” There was an awkward silence that followed before Solarawen stood back up and returned to the shelves she had been looking through already.
“I’m so sorry, Solarawen…”
“Don’t be. You now know I am not a simple naive elven maiden. Now, to business. I want to know of all the deity priests and priestesses within waterdeep. Just general information. I am not one for detailed stories.”
“As you wish.” Nahla stood up and brushed herself off. Though she agreed to it, she most likely would not seek out Solarawen again. Something about her didn’t seem right, and that instinct was what kept the orange haired tiefling intact for most of her life thus far. “You’ve a pleasant evening.” A polite bow of her horned head as she started to make her way out of the tower library. Thalk’s golden eyes stayed upon her and her little friend until they rounded the corner of a bookshelf.
“You too.” Solarawen muttered into yet another book. She was not a fool. She knew she’d never see the tiefling again. She’d have to find another way to gather information.
Seen in the Solent, weighing anchor.
HMS Defender is a ship of the Type 45 class of air-defence destroyers built for the Royal Navy.
British Army Land Rover Defender 29 KL 22 at the Gloucestershire Vintage & Country Extravaganza at South Cerney on 2 August 2025.
In the Tibetan monastic education system, monks pair with each other and debate on various philosophical issues, one standing and playing the role of the questioner, and the other sitting down and playing the role of the defender. Before ending the encounter, they may switch roles.......
Heading up the Clyde for Glasgow's KGV Dock which is not far from the yard where she was build and launched.
Vessel Details:- Type 45 Daring Class Air Defence Destroyer.
Vessel Name:- HMS DEFENDER D36.
Previous Name:-
IMO:- 4907878.
MMSI:-
Call Sign:-
Commissioned:- 21st March 2013.
Length:- 1524m.
Beam:- 21.2m.
Draught:- 7.4m.
Builder:- Built in 2009 by BAE Systems Surface Ships Govan,UK.
Power Plant:- 2 × Rolls-Royce WR-21 gas turbines and 2 × Wärtsilä 12V200 diesel generators, before Propulsion Improvement Package (PIP).
Propulsion:- 2 × GE Converteam Electric Motors Driving 2 x Propellers.
Home Port:- Portsmouth.
Displacement:-8500t.
Copyright 2019 Harry Garland, All rights reserved.
A variation of a build for Bright Bricks which was presented to a Land Rover dealer to mark the last year of Defender production. Working steering, pendular front / live axle rear suspension, engine, linear transmission.
This is the 2015 model 110 Station Wagon.
The Land Rover Defender. 1948-2015.