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Ongoing resignaling work in South Wales calls for some deep excavations at Cardiff Central , passing by is First Great Western 43005 one end of the 1L55 Swansea - London Paddington.
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The wind blew peacefully through the trees. Birds chirped, squirrels chattered, and the sound of leaves falling could be heard in the thick, beautiful forest of southern Lenfald. Bits of red and orange were beginning to appear in the treetops. The forest was changing, green was giving way to red.
Sir Glennian reflected on this as he and his companions treaded, almost silently, on the old forest road. So many things had happened recently, the once peaceful land of Roawia was now aching with the pains of conflict and turmoil, and the only plausible outcome seemed to be war. Loreos, only few miles walk southward, was now threatening invasion. Green did indeed seem to be giving way to red.
Sounds of people now reached Sir Glennian’s ears, and he saw they had almost reached their destination. As he came around a bend in the path, he saw it, not a hundred yards ahead of him. A deep hole had been dug in the center of the path, nearly fifteen feet deep, and men could be seen swarming around it.
“Foreman!” Sir Glennian shouted.
All the workers turned and noticed their visitors, and a stout man in a green cloak turned to greet them. He had a thick, curly, brown beard covering his smiling face, which was topped with thick, curly, brown hair.
“Ah, you are here at last!” He greeted them. “We have made much progress on the work. As you can see, the hole is over a dozen feet deep. Just an hour ago the blacksmith arrived with the spikes that will be stuck in the bottom. Then we will cover it with branches spread over with dirt, and the next Loreesi scum who comes through here-”
He broke off with a large wave of his hand, indicating the destruction the Loreesi would face.
Glennian nodded. “Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
He looked forlornly down the path. Somewhere in that direction was a great desert…one in which war was brewing, a war that, he feared, Lenfald could never be completely ready for.
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Well, I was going to enter this into the last Lenfald LC, but I obviously didn’t finish it in time. Congrats to Gary and Paul on the wins! ;)
Soli Deo Gloria! :)
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A juvenile just beginning to show his adult plumage
green woodpecker ~ picus viridis
(uncropped and taken through a window)
Oh, how I want to go back to Monterey!
Completely unedited (as should be obvious). Just wanted to share :)
Marine Pfc. Michael Richardson, a heavy equipment operator with Engineer Company, Combat Logistics Regiment 2, Regional Command (Southwest), operates a 850JR John Deere Dozer at Camp Dwyer, Helmand province, Afghanistan, Aug. 7, 2013. Richardson collected dirt to assist in area improvements at the Camp. (U.S. Marine Corps photo by Sgt. Anthony L. Ortiz / Released)
For years the DMIR #400 has escaped my glass in good light and leading, but I finally shot the class unit of the Missabe SD40-3's as #400 and sister #406 lug tac empties back to U-Tac for loading.
45596 'Bahamas' digs into the climb past Blea Moor box with it's second railtour to Carlisle on 16th February 2019
In Suttons Bay, Michigan. After being pounded by high winds and snow for days, the sun came out this morning and all is well.
Southern Crested Caracara
Scientific name: Caracara plancus (Miller, 1777)
Portuguese: Carcará, caracará, carancho, caracaraí (Ilha do Marajó),gavião-de-queimada e gavião-calçudo
This big, long-legged hawk is easily identified in flight by its large head and white patches at the ends of its rounded wings.
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Digging into the ancient archives again for some much needed light and colour. Taken way back in 2015.
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Bucket-wheel excavator in the Hambach surface mine,
digging lignite, North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany
Schaufelradbagger im Tagebau Hambach beim Abbau der Braunkohle. Wenn man bedenkt, daß diese mächtige Braunkohleschicht bis 2050 als CO2 in die Atmosphäre gelangen wird, fängt man doch an zu grübeln ...
When you drive on Highway 50 through southern Nevada, there is just NOTHING there! For hours and hours, there are endless barbed wire fences on both sides, no cattle that I ever saw, no cross roads, no towns ... nothing but the road in front of you with an occasional car or truck zooming along at 75 mph.
I really wanted to pull over and walk around in this landscape for half an hour at least and get a little taste of it, but as strange as it may sound - with all this open space - there was no easy way to pull over. Beside the road the dirt slanted downwards and you wouldn't want to get caught on a precarious rock or in a hole, especially with the occasional big 18-wheeler truck whizzing by. There were dirt roads here and there ... but they seemed to be private ranch roads and I felt like I might get shot for trespassing if I tried to walk my dog there! So I ended up being trapped between two endless lines of barbed wire fence with no option but to keep driving.
Until we finally hit a "rest stop," which really was simply an extra little paved area, nothing more. Blanca finally could get out on leash at least and explore. She quickly found something exciting as there were mysterious holes in the ground everywhere! Something, or someone, lived down there and she was going to dig them out! I let her dig for a while but did not really know what was down there, so eventually broke it off. I still don't know who was down there!