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On a wet and dismal morning a filthy Colas Class 60 is seen heading towards Niddrie West Junction. 60047 is hauling 6D62, Oxwellmains - Viewpark loaded cement train on Monday 20th November 2017 at 0850.
Mad or what !
INNOCENT & FILTHY
(DROP 2 LIVEPAINTING - POSCA ON CARDBOARD)
MANY THANKS TO: LIDIA, PHYL, MIZZO, SAFU, EMPTYAGE
PROPS TO: PBK9(!), SCHWARZMALER KKADE BARE AERO, MALIK, NOTE, CHROMEO, PASE AND SHARK
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2012 - 06 - 16 LES DOCKS LAUSANNE
Graffiti - Peinture - Design Graphique - Toy Custom - DJ & VJ SET
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On a murky morning on Wednesday 11th April 2018 a filthy DB Red 66149 is seen at Inveresk with 4S99. This nearly fully loaded Intermodal is the 0422 Tees Dock - Mossend service. It is passing here at 0838.
Strobist Stuff: 430ex2 in 60in umbrella at camera right.
True Stuff: I loves my ef50mm 1.4, it really only leaves bad pictures on me. I think I may be getting the hang of flash photography finally. More pics will have to be taken to know for sure.
A Christmas outing for the Odiham branch of the Hampshire Jolly Boys took preserved former Stagecoach Fleet Buzz liveried Dennis Dart SLF / Plaxton Pointer 2 33306 AE51VFV on a recreation run of the 72 route from Aldershot to Reading. The run took us through Church Crookham, Fleet, Elvetham Heath, Hartley Wintney, Riseley, Swallowfield and Spencers Wood. On the return journey we diverted onto the former route 30 from Fleet Station into Farnborough before returning to Aldershot. A jolly trip had by all!
With a filthy front, 66536 slowly approaches Inveresk with 6M00, as it is about to be stopped at the Junction signal protecting Monktonhall Junction. This is the empty GMC 'Bin' train running to Millerhill so that it can run round it's train before heading south to Bredbury. The train had originated from Oxwellmains.
Seen in sunshine on the 16th December 2015 at 1425
Freightliner Class 66s 513 & 523, hired in to Colas for the Cotswolds RHTT, approach Bromsgrove P3 in "full squirt" with 3S33 from Swindon to Gloucester Horton Rd. This working was originally operated by 2 of Colas' Class 56 fleet, but they then went to other duties/maintenance, so Freightliner drafted Class 66s in. Freightliner locos in this part of the world is fairly rare, so this was a fairly welcome sight!
Our ridiculous hike in the rain to Arethusa Falls...
A big hearty thank you to my oldest and best friend, Melissa. For months I've been wanting to make it to this waterfall, a 140 foot waterfall, second in NH only to Dryad Falls, which is 300' but not as scenic.
We set out this morning at 10 am in the car, and drove north to Twin Mountain, NH, where we stopped in a true General Store to buy Deep Woods OFF as mine was in my car, 16 exits south. The General Store was pure NH, with a random woodsy, bacony smell, and everything in stock from shiny hats to table saw blades, light bulbs, and fly paper. Who all knows what is in that joint. When checking out at the counter the very, very large man, who may well wander the upstairs at night wearing his dead mother's clothes and/or skin (think: Norman Bates) told me to cheer up, it could be worse, I could be working there. "The boss is a real asshole," he tells me, and being in NH I just knew the joke and said, "AAAAAND, you're the boss, right?" And he says, "Ayuh. 30 years now." I politely laughed and took my juice box and my $7.49 bottle of OFF.
We had been hoping the rain would clear up north, but we were sadly mistaken. It was pouring. But we had not gone all that way to NOT see the waterfall, and we weren't sure if we'd make it back before I move. So we drove on past the Mt. Washington Grand Resort (oddly enough, I'd never seen it before), and found the parking for the trail to Arethusa Falls.
We sprayed ourselves head to toe in OFF, loaded up with our camera bags and tripods, and put up our hoods and grabbed our umbrellas. Yes, we went hiking with umbrellas.
Now, let me say this. I was under the impression that this was a 2 mile trail, and a walk at that. We were both rudely surprised to find that not only was it pouring rain, the trail was vertical, at best, rocky, and covered in a primordial ooze that seemed destined to steal a sneaker or send us tumbling to our painful death or guaranteed airlift out of the White Mountains. But we were determined, and I'm still not sure why. I will say thank god the trail is only 1.5 miles or so. It is well marked, and I am sure on a sunny, dry day it would be an easy hour to get there. Today just wasn't so friendly. We had to scramble over downed trees, hold onto saplings to save our balance, our feet and legs were soaking wet, the umbrellas were useless after about 20 minutes, but they did come in handy later when we were shooting at the falls.
I remember so clearly being super excited when I finally spotted the top of the falls, and we stood there and exclaimed, "there it is!" and as I took off ahead of my friend I heard a thump, and whipped around and saw her splayed between some rocks, face down, legs twisted between two boulders, bag laying to the side, cane in one direction, tripod in another; I will say right now it was actually comical but for me thinking she'd ripped a leg out at the hip. She looks at me and says, "I can't believe we made it all this way for me to fall here!" I knew, despite the expletives, the sharp rock that could have impaled her rib cage, and our near need for a helicopter, that she was okay.
About the falls...they are not so fun to shoot. The bottom is nothing but jagged rocks, no place to really set up a camera, or sit for that matter, and as far as I can tell the lighting is never right, either. We were there on the shittiest, most overcast, rainy day possible and it was still a bitch to shoot. But we spent an hour, freezing, wet, trying not to snap an ankle, monkeying around the rocks, trying to find a spot, any spot, to get a decent photo. I will also say, when not covered in muck and pouring rain, I imagine the trail is just fine, and would take an hour to an hour and a half to hike. I do not recommend this trail in a torrential downpour.
The hike back down was quite possibly worse than the hike up, as we were soaked through and through, filthy, the OFF had rinsed off, I received a massive bite on my neck of some sort, she was covered in mosquitoes every time I looked at her. She might be the only person in the world that the skeeters like more than me. The rain also grew steadily worse. By the time we started feeling like we were getting close, I'd blown out a knee, I could feel blisters forming from my wet socks and my feet sliding around in my shoes, and we were hobbling and debating how long it would take for someone to send out a search party for us. All told we were out in the rain from 11:30 this morning until 4:40 this afternoon, with maybe an hour at the falls. We truly looked like rats. Very nasty, dirty, soaking wet, rats.
We took a celebratory photo of us at the Subaru, to really drive home the "outdoorsiness" of our day. Nothing says hiking in the rain like a Subaru Outback Wagon parked in the woods in NH. And nothing feels better after a day out in the rain than the heated seats in said Subaru.
We strangely wound up at a teeny whole in the wall local joint for dinner, after not really eating all day, we were starving. We were the celebrities of the day as the other diners and the wait staff heard we'd been at Arethusa today, in the rain. We celebated heartily, with onion rings, hot cocoa, tea, coleslaw, burgers, fries, and two cold Tuckerman's beers. Having a cold Tuckerman seemed appropriate, as Tuckerman himself was half the pair who discovered Arethusa over 100 years ago. There was a crazy family next to us at the table, one of whom had an opinion on everything. He spouted off something about taxes and democrats, which led Melissa to ponder, "Did we walk into a cliche?" This was confirmed when he belly laughed as he said, "You found a SHOE? Was it a loafer? Because if it was the penny in the penny loafer is MINE!" It's moments like that which make me glad I don't have a relationship with my grandparents. I'd have to shove a napkin down the throat of anyone who cracked a joke THAT LAME in public and had the nerve to laugh at it heartily enough to disturb those around him.
I couldn't get home to a hot shower fast enough. I had dirt in truly unmentionable places. My fingernails may never be clean again. My neck? It appears I have developed a goiter of some sort. BUT, we're so glad we went, I'm so glad I got to see the falls before I move, and I'm so glad I got to spend a wet, crazy, day with Melissa.
As an historical re-enactor I often portray an Indentured Servant broker ca. 1800. In that character one had to have a certain amount of specie on hand. This was often carried in a leather poke carried in a waistcoat pocket or contained in a possibles bag similar to this one. Gold and silver coins were the most common forms of payment. If you look closely at this image you may notice a few odd shaped triangular silver pieces known as pieces of eight. These are so called because the Spanish silver dollar was cut into 8 pieces. One such piece is called a bit; 2 bits equaled a quarter, 4 bits 50 cents and so on. For a long time this was the only way fractional currency was made. A wax sealed letter is also visible in this image.
As a broker of Indentured servants I was essentially a middle man who bought the indentures of migrants or prisoners that came to the New World for a number of reasons. We prepared the legal documents, filed them in court, and saw to the exchange of money between the servant and the person who purchased the indenture. We took a cut of that purchase as our fee. We would often meet ships from overseas who carried indentured servants to the New World and purchase the indentures from the ships captains. We then resold those indentures to people who needed a servant or worker locally. Most persons who came to the New World in the mid 18th century to the mid 19th century came here under indenture. Other Indentured servants came here either because they were convicted of a crime or otherwise needed to settle a debt. Parents sometimes indentured their children when they could not afford them. In theory, the children would get a room and board while also learning a trade. The parents would receive the money for the indenture to pay their expenses and debts. If you think about it, we were much like a sports or entertainers agent who sought out prospects and arrange terms of employment while taking a cut of that person's earnings as a fee.
Rather dirty BNSF "Smurf" GP38-2 2050 (a former EMD lease unit) and GP39-2R 2742 (a rebuilt GP30) sit in Western Avenue Yard on a drizzly spring day, with the Sears Tower and Chicago skyline shrouded in mist and fog.
Bedford's Olympian 606 ARP 606X is caught on a filthy Feb 85 day, services were still running but the timetable had long gone by the way on most routes.
Me and one of my Potty-Mouthed Dunnys wanted to say "Happy Birthday" to Rich in Detroit! So here you go... your birthday word is Penis. I know - classy =)
Rich: www.flickr.com/photos/7527424@N05
KidRobot: www.kidrobot.com
After spending to much time of the coal hauls, this bad boy needs a cleaning CPKC it is disgusting LOL
Looking an absolute disgrace, Stagecoach 36209 (KX60 LHP) apears at Hillmorton with a 96 from Northampton on 24th of February 2016.