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Albufeira – "Die Unvollendete"
Unintentionally fenced. It's the concrete reinforcement of a wall that never had been finished, so now it has the function of a fence.
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Enduring a bit of sandblasting to get to the summit for a broader view of the dune field.
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Never forget that while we enjoy our daily pleasures, there
are others who have endured and may still be enduring the
agonies of pain, deprivation and imprisonment.
The empty places at the table represent Americans still
missing from each of the five branches of the military.
The table is round to show our everlasting concern for our
missing men and women.
The tablecloth is white symbolizing the purity of their
intentions to respond to their Country's call to arms.
The single red rose in the vase signifies the blood they may
have shed in sacrifice. The rose also reminds us of the
family and friends of our missing comrades who keep faith
while awaiting their return.
The vase is tied with a red ribbon, symbol of our continued
determination to account for our missing.
The slice of lemon on the plate reminds us of their bitter
fate.
The salt sprinkled on the plate reminds us of the countless
fallen tears of families as they wait.
The glass is inverted; they cannot toast with us at this
time.
The chair is empty, They are NOT here.
The candle is reminiscent of the light of hope that lives in
our hearts to illuminate their way home to open arms of a
grateful Nation.
Americans should never forget the men and women who answered
our Nations call to duty.
Psalm 136. His love endures forever..it is recorded 26 times in Psalm 136
Lamentations 3:22.. The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to an end;
U.S. Air Force Staff Sgt. Mark Bush, 386th Expeditionary Security Forces Squadron military working dog handler, gets affectionately licked by his dog, Xarius, June 3, 2014 at an undisclosed location in Southwest Asia. Bush is deployed from the 28th Security Forces Squadron at Ellsworth Air Force Base, South Dakota in support of Operation Enduring Freedom. Bush hails from Chicago, Illinois. (U.S. Air Force photo by Staff Sgt. Jeremy Bowcock) More photos: dvidshub.net/r/yebxdt
I thought it fitting to make this build between Remembrance Day and after British troops finally left Afghanistan in October, 13 years since the campaign began. The number of British military personnel killed in Afghanistan during Operation: Enduring Freedom stands at 453.
Inspired by ~BroHamSanwich~ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ. Figure by Richard Goff.
My enduring memory of our visit to Ullswater will be the wonderful sunset on our first night. I love reflections and the conditions were just perfect. We plan to stay at Keswick on our next visit to the Lake District and I hope we're blessed like this again! The whole trip lifted my spirits, it was food for the soul.
'We close temporarily due to weather condition...'
Best sign ever.
And the jaunty, enduring man.
We are all that man, here.
(This was hardest weather I have ever run in. Really high wind. with a Rain/Sleet/Snow combo. I could not see anything. 1.5hrs outside and then it was over. My camera was soaked.)
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I loved Ramsey Canyon. The Nature Conservancy has done an exemplary job of preserving this precious resource.
The Fall colors were just starting to change when I visited. In the middle of the photo, just across the creek, you can see the ruins of the original James cabin built in 1902 and later replaced by the larger house.
www.nature.org/en-us/get-involved/how-to-help/places-we-p...
Southeastern Arizona is an ecological crossroads, where the Sierra Madre of Mexico, the Rocky Mountains and the Sonoran and Chihuahuan deserts all come together. The abrupt rise of mountains like the Huachucas from the surrounding arid grasslands creates “sky islands” that harbor tremendous habitat diversity and form stepping stones to the tropics. This combination of factors gives Ramsey Canyon Preserve its notable variety of plant and animal life, including such southwestern specialties as Apache and Chihuahua pines, ridge-nosed rattlesnake, lesser long-nosed bat, elegant trogon and Rivoli’s and Anna’s hummingbirds.
A spring-fed stream, northeast orientation and high canyon walls provide Ramsey Canyon with a moist, cool environment unusual in the desert Southwest. Water-loving plants such as sycamores, maples and columbines line the banks of Ramsey Creek, often growing within a few feet of cacti, yucca and agaves. Communities ranging from semi-desert grassland to pine-fir forest are found within the vicinity of Ramsey Canyon Preserve.
The preserve serves as a southeastern Arizona program office—a base for TNC’s work with regional partners on large-scale projects such as fire management, stream restoration and protection of rare species. Together, The Nature Conservancy and these partners achieve much greater success than any one entity working independently. Multiple partners also ensure a broader perspective and more enduring conservation solutions.
www.americansouthwest.net/arizona/ramsey-canyon-preserve/...
Haiku thoughts:
In Ramsey Canyon,
Whispers of birds greet the dawn,
Nature's still embrace.
Southern Arizona Adventure 2024
(Continuation of story)
From the north of Thailand, where we had a glimpse of many forbidden things, we reversed our travels and headed back to Bangkok by train. Oh the agony of enduring the wooden seats again for hours on end.
At this point, the group dwindled down to Jane, Jessica and me. We decided to go south to the beach city of Pattaya, made famous by its lurid clubs and bars selling sex and alcohol. It was the logical first stop on our quest to see the unspoiled and highly rated beaches of Thailand. We would try to avoid the sex scene to keep Jessica from seeing that part of steamy Thailand.
We booked a small, shared van and along the way several Kuwaiti men piled in too. They seemed so exotic to me with their disdashas and headdresses on. When they saw three American women, their eyes lit up and there was chatter between them. Soon they pulled a bottle of Mekong whiskey out of a bag and offered it to us, giggling all the while.
Ah ha, I thought! They plan to get us drunk during the two-hour drive and take advantage of us. I was the only one who drank in the group and thought that this would be a fun challenge so I shared the bottle as it was passed around. By the end of the trip their eyes were crossed, they were slurring their words and in a fit of laughter, they kept repeating the word “spinney.” They were drunk and I was quite sober. It was great fun to wave them on their way as they staggered away from the van when we reached Pattaya.
We found a great guesthouse to stay. Breakfast was served around the bar in the morning where the rescued pet monkey would greet us on his own bar stool. It is here where we met Don, his son and his friends. Don’s son was a diver and worked at one of the dive shops.
Don had traveled to Thailand to find his son and to rescue him from the deep abyss of drugs that had engulfed his life. He had become a casualty of the seductive underbelly of Thailand. Don was a businessman from Chicago who was used to the rough and tumble life of Chicago. He was accomplished and strong, but he felt at times that he was not going to win the battle of saving his son from having a wasted life.
I thought that it was amazing that people even thought about diving in the waters off of Pattaya. The word was that the water was very polluted. When Don and his son took us out on their boat, I stayed on the boat while they dived into the murky water. From Pattaya, all of us went off to experience several truly pristine beaches and find the original beauty of Thailand. Don eventually returned to his business in Chicago, but I would see him on other occasions when he returned to salvage his son.
The women took a bus down to a very secluded beach called Phuket. Yes, it was really very secluded and quiet. Pine trees lined some areas of the white sand beach which was a wonderful surprise to me. There was one tourist hotel, but it was expensive. We rented little cottages on stilts, which were more in our price range and settled in.
We stayed longer than expected because it was very quiet, but we also felt trapped. The monsoons had hit and sheets of rain fell every day for almost the entire day. At the beginning of this weather phenomenon I was sitting on the beach admiring the view and the clouds, when the clouds started to move towards me and then opened up. In a minute, I was drenched in rainwater.
The picture is of Jessica spending quiet moments on deserted Patong Beach during a brief break from the monsoon rains. Yes, this is really how the beach look thirty years ago. Hard to imagine , isn't it?
Standing as an enduring sentinel, the lighthouse has safely guided innumerable mariners transiting the Pacific region for over one hundred and ten years.
--Fun Facts about the Diamond Head Lighthouse--
‧ Before navigational structures were built in Hawaii, large bonfires guided mariners safely ashore.
‧ The lighthouse locations, Diamond Head was named by British sailors that mistook the crystals they found, while they climbed the volcano's slopes, for diamonds.
‧ Building lighthouses on Oahu were planned after two large ships ran aground in 1893 and 1897.
‧ Originally built in 1899, the first Diamond Head Lighthouse's concrete started to crack, so the structure was rebuilt in 1917.
‧ The lighthouse is 147 ft above sea level & its actual height is 55 ft.
‧ The U.S. Coast Guard assumed responsibility for maintaining this Aid to Navigation in 1932.
The Diamond Head Lighthouse was featured on a United States postage stamp in June 2007. And it was also listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1980.
This photo was taken from the very top of Diamond Head, at a height of 762 ft above sea level, looking down on the lighthouse.
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
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As we are enduring some pretty poor weather at the moment i thought i would plough through the external hard drives in search of something a bit more summery.
Bamburgh 14-07-2009 one file said.Well there you have it i thought.Bamburgh in July,cant go wrong with this.So having opened up the file im now looking at shot after shot with cloudy grey skies.Maybe its gonna stay like this forever :)
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explore #60 02-dec-09
What do you do when you get left behind? …Endure?
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Des corneilles d'Amérique n'ont de cesse de harceler un Grand-duc d'Amérique très patient / American crows mobbing a very enduring Great Horned owl.
(Domaine Joly-De Lotbinière, Québec).
Yellow Roses are known as the flowers of friendship... As bright and warm as sunshine!
Hope you all have a sunshine day!
1915 Mitchell Light Six Six-Passenger Touring
Few automobiles of the Nickel Era offer the enduring quality and abundant power of this Mitchell, as it was built at a time when the American Midwest was the center of the automobile industry, offering forth gutsy creations built with strength and character.
45 bhp, 415 cu. in. F-head inline six-cylinder engine, three-speed manual transmission, front leaf-spring suspension, rear three-quarter elliptic under slung suspension, and two-wheel rear mechanical brakes. Wheelbase: 128 in.
As the American craze for bicycles died off in the late 1890s, the companies that had built them turned to other products to stay afloat. One of these companies, located in Racine, Wisconsin, ended up producing a motorcycle and then the Mitchell automobile, which was launched in 1903. While the company experimented early on with such advancements as two-stroke engines and air cooling, they eventually settled on a car of conventional design, which featured water-cooled engines and a shaft drive. As production continued, four- and six-cylinder models were made available, along with a short-lived V-8 and a V-12.
By the time production came to an end in 1923, the Mitchell had come to be considered one of the finest-quality American cars. There were more expensive and flamboyant automobiles available, but few were as solidly constructed as the Mitchell. The company believed in its product and what it offered, and they forthrightly advertised it as “the car you ought to have, at the price you ought to pay.”
The 1915 Special Six offered here is one of two six-passenger touring models known to survive today. Typical of Mitchell quality, it features an engine of the company’s own design and construction: an F-head unit with a four-inch bore and a 5.5-inch stroke, which utilizes a cooling system that combines a circulating water pump and a thermo-siphoning system. An on-off sliding switch on the dashboard indicates when the engine is running and when the generator is charging. The car was built to handle the Midwestern roads typical in the Racine area, as it boasts a 4.49:1 rear axle ratio, which allows it to pull through difficult road conditions. Particularly thoughtful are the headlights, which flip around to illuminate the engine when performing emergency roadside repairs at night.
A previous owner found this car hidden away in a Michigan barn in 1987. A thorough restoration in the original color scheme of black and Mitchell Dark Imperial Blue was completed in 2002, after which the car was acquired by an enthusiast whose collection includes some of the finest American automobiles ever produced. The Mitchell was a much-loved part of the collection, resulting in it being displayed at several Concours, including Amelia Island.
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Abu Thi, a man in his late 80's from Bagan, Myanmar, spent his working life harvesting coconuts from palm trees. He lost his finger tip due to an accident with a machete when cutting open a coconut.
Yet another amazing addition to our Winter's Delight collection, this photo shows how hardy some flowers are and how determined nature is to survive. This photo has so much contrast, mainly between the pure white snow blanketing the soil and the enduring colour of the flower's petals.
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The Collégiale Saint-André, located in the heart of Grenoble, stands as a remarkable testament to the city's medieval past. Built in the 13th century, this Gothic church has witnessed the transformation of Grenoble from a strategic Roman outpost to a thriving Alpine metropolis. The church, historically linked to the powerful Dauphins of Viennois, served as a ducal chapel and a resting place for members of the noble lineage. The weathered stone and intricate carvings around its entrance reflect the passage of time, preserving the echoes of centuries-old traditions and historical significance.
Architecturally, the façade of Saint-André is a striking example of Gothic design, characterized by its rounded arches and richly sculpted entrance. The layers of stonework surrounding the portal reveal a blend of Romanesque and Gothic elements, showcasing the evolution of architectural styles over time. The building’s aged yet majestic appearance, with visible restorations, highlights the enduring legacy of medieval craftsmanship in Grenoble. Above the entrance, coats of arms hint at the church's historical connections, reinforcing its role as a religious and political landmark in the region.
Grenoble itself is a city of contrasts, balancing its ancient heritage with modern innovation. Nestled in the French Alps, it has long been a center of learning, technology, and culture. The city's vibrant history includes its strategic role during the French Revolution and its reputation as a hub for scientific research. Today, visitors can admire its historic architecture while also experiencing its dynamic urban life, which seamlessly blends tradition and contemporary influences.
No visit to Grenoble would be complete without indulging in its rich culinary offerings. The city is renowned for its local cheeses, such as Bleu du Vercors-Sassenage, and its famous walnuts, which have received AOC (Appellation d'Origine Contrôlée) recognition. Traditional Alpine dishes like gratin dauphinois, made with creamy potatoes, are a staple of Grenoble’s gastronomy. Whether exploring its historic landmarks or savoring its distinctive flavors, Grenoble offers an immersive experience that connects its architectural wonders to its cultural and culinary heritage.
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Ripley creek just a little down from an even higher level. It was 70 degrees and I was in a t shirt. When the wind came off the snow - natural air conditioning!
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these stones and a small earthenware bowl in which they reside were given to me by Paul, who died in June of this year. Paul was my boss at the Probation Hostel where I worked in the nineties and he was also a good friend: he gathered these for me from a beach in Spain when he was on holiday. He didn't understand why I liked stones so much, nor how I used them for meditation, but he did understand that stones are important to me. Thank you, dear friend, for having added them to your air travel baggage weight, and for enduring the smiles from those in the office who already knew I was a bit mad, and who now thought you were too!
Much of Cuba remains unchanged, not just recently, but over past decades with an abundance of colonial architecture, cobbled streets and horse and buggies as primary transportation.
Trinidad, Cuba
It was common to see dogs and their owners on the street, but this scene was actually fairly unique: a muzzled dog, who seemed to be patiently enduring the contraption that had been stuck on his face.
I have no idea what kind of dog this is, or whether he was prone to bite anyone within reach; it might have been something as simple as preventing the mutt from barking too loudly. In any case, both dog and owner seemed to be strolling along without any great drama.
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As I’ve mentioned in a couple of recent Tumblr blog postings, I’m working on an exercise for a new class that I’ve started taking at the International Center of Photography (ICP) in the fall of 2015.( You can see the earlier Tumblr postings here and here.)
In addition to taking a bunch of photos (see the other Tumblr postings for details and descriptions of what the photos are supposed to illustrate), we also have the task of editing our images down to a maximum of 10 “presentation images” that we will share with the ICP class next week. When our instructor, Joanne Dugan, asked me last week if I anticipated having any problems with this aspect of the assignment, I shrugged and said, “No, I do this all the time …”
Well, yes and no: I do do a lot of editing/winnowing of my photos before deciding which ones should be shared with anyone else. But I had forgotten that I also do a lot of cropping, color-adjustment, tweaking, and general post-processing before I upload my photos to Flickr, Facebook, or even Instagram. For this particular ICP exercise, we were also told not to crop the photos, and not to do any post-processing. That makes things a lot more difficult …
On the other hand, part of the exercise is to assemble and share a maximum of ten photos that collectively tell a “story” of some kind – and to “tell” that story with anywhere from a word, to a sentence, to a paragraph for each of the photos. That makes things a lot easier … after all, if a photo has to be presented in isolation, then it truly stands alone. And it is intended to be viewed without any accompanying text, then it really stands alone. There’s nothing wrong with that; indeed, one might argue that that’s the whole point of photography: a picture should “tell” a story all by itself, without any extraneous verbiage to “explain” what might not be obvious to the viewer.
But not very many things exist in complete isolation of the rest of the universe, especially in today’s interconnected world. I suppose some people would debate that point quite vigorously; and some people might argue that a photograph of a person, place, or thing should be able to “stand alone” without anything else. I certainly have seen photos that fall into this category, and I suppose I’ve taken a few like that, too. Or, maybe if I never intended my photos to be considered in complete isolation from one another, perhaps that’s how some people prefer to look at them …
But for me, that’s a pretty rare phenomenon. Almost always, I find myself telling a story. The photographs obviously present one “dimension” of the story, in a visual form; and I’ve been trying to remind myself lately that videos can present can present one, and sometimes two, additional dimensions (motion and sound) that can add enormously to the viewer’s understanding and appreciation of the underlying story.
But even if one uses only traditional photos, I find that it’s almost impossible for me to crate (or make, or take) one photo by itself; invariably, I take dozens, if not hundreds or even thousands, which collectively tell a story. It may be a story about someplace I’ve been, or some event in which I’ve participated, or some individual (or group of individuals) that I want the viewer to know and appreciate in more detail than would be possible to communicate in a single photo.
And then there are the words … maybe it’s because I spend part of my time as a writer and teacher that I find it almost impossible not to augment my photos with words. Lots of words. Indeed, sometimes far too many words; and sometimes clumsy words, or the wrong words. And I do realize that there are times when the situation would be improved if I would just shut up, and let the photograph do all of the communication. But for better or worse, I guess I’m a photojournalist.
With that in mind, I began the process of editing the photos for my recent ICP assignment. Here’s what I found:
1. It’s not as easy as one might think, when you start with a large number. I began winnowing the original images when I had 2,700 (after 9 days of shooting), and I still had 5 days of shooting left).
2. It’s much more difficult than I had imagined, given the constraints of my ICP class: no cropping, no post-processing, and a maximum of only 10 images. I’ve worked within those constraints for the final images that I’m submitting to the ICP class; but for these Flickr uploads, I’ve ended up with 40-45 images – and they have been heavily cropped, tilted, color-corrected, noise-dusted, and tweaked in various other ways. C’est la vie…
3. Using the collection of photos to “tell a story” is both easier and harder than I thought it would be. I’m including these background notes in all of the photos that get uploaded to Flickr … because I’ve learned (form past experience) that some visitor will zoom in on just one particular photo, without necessarily looking at all of them, and/or without seeing the overall notes for the entire album. And I don’t think I’ll find it difficult to write a few sentences to provide the background details for each photo … but whether they “flow” and create one overall, coherent “story” remains to be seen.
4. Aside from a narrative “story,” there are some “themes” that I noticed throughout this entire two-week exercise. The most significant one was exactly what I had anticipated: patterns. If you are lucky enough to sit in the same spot at the same time, day after day, you see the same rhythms, the same people, the same repetitions of life’s little actions and emotions. Many people have the opportunity to see these patterns, because they do follow the same schedule, day after day, on their way to their job or their school. But some of us have irregular routines, and any, most of us don’t pay any attention. If you slow down, and pay attention, you’ll see the patterns.
But sometimes the pattern involves uniqueness – i.e. strange and unusual people or events that seem to happen only once. But I have to keep reminding myself that my visits have lasted only two weeks; if I was here for a month, or a full season, or perhaps an entire year – then perhaps I would see these strange incidents repeating themselves
5. Another theme – which I did not anticipate, but was delighted to see – was the pervasive sense of affection and caring between and among everyone on the street. Mostly it was apparent in the interactions between parents and children; but sometimes it was between dog-owners and the dogs they were walking; sometimes it was between friends who happened to be walking along together; and sometimes it was between complete strangers and me, as the strangers would smile and nod and say “hello” if they noticed I was watching them. It was a great experience.
Rain or shine, there are always great city views from boardwalks adjacent to the Hoboken Station. Here the iconic landmark seemed to be nicely and framed by construction cranes and snap-worthy. For more pics of the Empire State Building see my Endury Majest set.
Amidst the towering crags of New Zealand's Southern Alps, there lay a lake of still and startling clarity, its surface like an untold secret held aloft in the arms of the mountains. The waters, deep and gem-bright, seemed to shift with every breath of the wind, a mingling of unearthly blue and green as if Ulmo himself had paused to bestow a fragment of the Great Sea upon this hidden vale. The air was sharp and pure, carrying with it the faint scent of stone and moss, and the murmur of distant streams, like a voice half-forgotten, spoke of ages older than memory.
The peaks rose around the lake in stern, unbroken lines, their flanks streaked with the last remnants of winter's snow, gleaming under the pale light. They were dark and unyielding, as though they had been carved in some distant age by hands that knew no weariness, each ridge and precipice imbued with an ancient dignity that words could scarcely capture. Shadows pooled in their crevices, deep and blue as twilight, while their heights, crowned in white, pierced the heavens with an austere and remote grace.
Close to the water’s edge, the land softened, though only slightly, into rolling turf strewn with outcroppings of grey stone. Here, the earth was brightened by a constellation of pale flowers, their slender stalks bent in homage to the mountain wind. Their petals, white as starlight, opened boldly under the sky, while their golden centers gleamed faintly, like the ember of a distant beacon. Among the grass and rocks, thin rivulets threaded their way, the water tracing paths as if guided by unseen hands, their trickling song filling the stillness with a music both delicate and strange.
The lake itself lay tranquil, save for the faintest rippling at its edges, where stones and reeds rested like weary travelers. At its heart, a solitary island rose, austere and quiet, its surface cloaked in moss and lichen. It seemed to float upon the waters like some remnant of forgotten lore, a place untouched by the long march of years. One might imagine it as a refuge, a place where time paused and the cares of the waking world faded like the memory of a dream.
The sky above arched vast and untethered, its cerulean depths brushed with thin, trailing clouds that seemed to drift without haste, as though content to linger in such a place. Here, beneath that unbounded vault, the world felt older, deeper—a land not marked by the footsteps of mortals but shaped by a power far older, far slower, and far more enduring.
If one listened closely, they might think the echoes of another age stirred faintly here. The music of Ainur might once have woven through such waters, or the distant tread of some forgotten wanderer might have passed this way. Yet the place bore no sign of dominion, no touch of claim or mastery; it belonged to itself, untamed and unmarred, as though drawn directly from the Song before the world’s breaking.
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Location: Lake Wilson in Otago, NZ
Amazing that these birds think Quebec is a fine place to spend the winter! They will be heading north soon.
After enduring downpours, patience payed off. With the moon at my back, the last of the clouds parted, revealing a starry sky.
After enduring a half mile trip in a metal boat along a small, almost claustrophobic tunnel that they used for mining lead ( I can't imagine how it must have been for the miners and the children they used to jump up and down on the bellows to keep the air clean!!! ), we eventually reached this cavern, which was only a bit impressive, on the scale of impressive caverns. We were lucky that our hard hats took the impact of the tunnel roof - poor Peter who used to be 6'3" tall ( I think he has shrunk a bit in recent years, but please don't tell. him I said that!) took the most hits and came away with a bad neck!! When we got off the boat we had to climb 107 wet slippy steps to get back up to ground level. Peter was wearing Birkenstocks as he forgot to pack his shoes!!!!! All in all, for £20 each, we would rather have gone on a cruise ship during Covid!
365 #82
Any commuters from Beeston looking for an upmarket, if pretty brief, journey back to Nottingham need do no more than turn up around 7pm and hitch a ride on the High Speed Train (HST).
Seen here is unit 43049 as it rolls into the station with the 17.15 from London St Pancras (1D57), a train that terminates 4 miles down the track at Nottingham.
The shot is framed to include a view of one of the two station roof gable-ends where you can just see the MR emblem indicating its Midland Railway heritage. The other gable-end, situated behind me, shows the year it was built, 1847.
In fact the HST hasn't been doing too badly in the ageing stakes either. Built at Crewe in 1977 as part of set 253024, it was delivered to the Western Region with other members of the HST fleet charged with delivering a step-change in passenger service speed and comfort on the London to Bristol / Cardiff routes - one of British Rail's most enduring success stories. Since then it has been re-engined and, for more than 30 years now, has been working the Midland Mainline route between London and Derby / Nottingham / Sheffield. It seems strange to think that these units replaced the much loved Peaks on these services.
This frame was shot at 20,000 asa to try get a fighting chance of 'stopping' it.
7.03pm 14th November 2016