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Bunch Creek Falls is one of the many waterfalls to be found in Olympic National Park. Boasting a height of nearly 60 feet and cascading through a series of rock drops the falls can produce a hefty spray that can quickly drench the unaware observer. It's a good thing that I was an aware observer. I did need to wipe off the old glasses though.
Quinault WA
Following a severe thunderstorm, the entire western sky was awash in an orange glow as illustrated in this photograph taken at 9:26 p.m. (EST), 6 minutes after official sunset. The storm produced a hefty 0.77 inches of rain.
Posted for the "Smile on Saturday!" theme of 10/8/2022: SUNSET.
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NS 153 hits the single track at CP Grover, NC crossing into South Carolina with a very hefty train in tow.
Norfolk Southern SD40-2 #3270 leads local job P76 around the wye from the Greenville District to the Atl South End on their way from Chamblee to East Point with a hefty 100+ car train. Atlanta, GA, January 2014.
I guess it’s not really helpful to tell you this but this is an image of a large pile of hefty logs near some of the local woods. There’s a forester’s business nearby. The colours were predominantly silver and black (with the odd green weed).
It’s another experiment of painting in-camera with multiple exposure wobbly shots (ICMs). This is two shots merged by the camera of the same scene, one taken with a horizontal swipe and one with a vertical swipe. It makes a change from diagonals in the recent offerings!
It was blended in-camera with the Dark mode, which seems to do most of the painting magic with these things. It was sharpened and saturated a bit in the processing but no additional colouring or brushwork. The artist was the camera…
This one has ended up being very abstract but I thought you may still be interested in the possibilities with this technique :)
Thanks for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the image. Happy weekend :)
Three canoodle wearing EMD's notch up from a stop to get their hefty westbound train rolling again after meeting the eastbound blue water here at Potterville. The sun is low and the shadows long but the meet happened just in time, most of the sun was gone before the tail end even went by.
So many people like to come to this conservation area to fish, the park service kindly built several of these small fishing piers for them. People used to have to sit on the muddy banks in the weeds to fish.
I've seen some pretty hefty Bass pulled from these ponds!
Last Friday's Providence & Worcester NRWO rolls north, reflecting in Acme Pond in Mechanicsville with a hefty train for Worcester.
Look real close and you can see the drone above the second unit...I'll post that shot in a few days.
The 2020 Ferrari 812 Superfast is an example of what happens when an automaker commits to crafting a vehicle that offers the best performance money can buy. With almost 800 horses under the hood, this coupe provides brutish power, facilitating a zero-to-60-mph sprint that clocks in at less than three seconds. Fuel economy is poor, and the 812 Superfast's $330,000-plus price makes it accessible only to the very privileged few. Still, if you have deep pockets and a thirst for spectacular handling, this skilled Ferrari won't disappoint.
Ferrari's 812 Superfast gets its muscle from a 6.5-liter V-12 powerplant, and this engine delivers a bracing 788 horsepower and 529 lb-ft of torque. A seven-speed automatic transmission sends power to the rear wheels. The 812 Superfast holds a place among the quickest of the quick. In our track tests, it sprinted from zero to 60 mph in a scant 2.8 seconds. That's a dazzling performance, but it trails that of the McLaren 720S. That car made the run in just 2.7 seconds. Handling is nimble, especially when you consider this Ferrari's relatively hefty curb weight. The engine note is mellifluous, and the car's brakes are potent enough to bring this beast to a quick and decisive standstill.
Thanks to Car And Driver for the above.
Eastbound Lancaster & Chester train No. 12 departs on a hefty grade at East Chester, SC on Oct. 24, 2017, led by SD40T-2 No. 6002.
“Perhaps the most familiar of all ducks, Mallards occur throughout North America and Eurasia in ponds and parks as well as wilder wetlands and estuaries. The male’s gleaming green head, gray flanks, and black tail-curl arguably make it the most easily identified duck. Mallards have long been hunted for the table, and almost all domestic ducks come from this species….. Mallards are large ducks with hefty bodies, rounded heads, and wide, flat bills. Like many “dabbling ducks” the body is long and the tail rides high out of the water, giving a blunt shape. In flight their wings are broad and set back toward the rear…… Mallards are “dabbling ducks”—they feed in the water by tipping forward and grazing on underwater plants. They almost never dive. They can be very tame ducks especially in city ponds, and often group together with other Mallards and other species of dabbling ducks.”
Source : Cornell University Lab of Ornithology
Emigrant Lake – Jackson County – Oregon – USA
An endemic bird of South Asia, found only in the forests of the western coast of India and Sri Lanka. These are small birds, just about the size of a Sunbird - around 13 cms long, though much heftier.
The forest was thick in many places and covered by lots of shadows. And there we sighted this bird - inside the thick bush expertly navigating amongst the branches and picking up insects and tree spiders. We sighted these birds in several places during our trip on roadside bushes maybe around 6-8 feet away from the edge of the road.
The birds - just like other babblers - are a bit noisy and so it wasn't hard to figure the area they were active in, but it was quite challenging to sight the bird in the bush. They are social birds and hence sighted in small flocks of 6+ every time during our trip.
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With a hefty load of one box wagon and one hopper, the collective grunt of both 66519 and 66951 is most definitely required to drag 6M02 up the incline towards Edale, on its way from Midland Road to Tunstead.
On the same day I visited the Queen's House (see some of my most recent posts) I stopped in at the Chapel in the Old Royal Naval College, a building that was originally designed by Christopher Wren as a seaman's hospital, completed by Thomas Ripley in 1751, only to be gutted by fire less than 30 years later. It was later rebuilt by James "Athenian" Stuart and that second design remains today.
One of those places in London, free to visit, that is absolutely worth the journey to Greenwich and surprisingly is usually quiet, at least that's been my experience. Many people pay a hefty price tag to see the Painted Hall which sits across the way from the chapel and don't realise that the chapel is both open and free to enter. The chapel itself is still used as a place of worship and is a stunning piece of interior architecture. And there is always a "guide" there that will explain the history, usually in an amusing anecdotal way.
This gallery of columns forms part of the chapel building and in the right light can be a magical photographic opportunity. I have no idea how many times I've shot this location, it's a lot, but with the ever changing light it can be a hundred different things to a hundred different photographers.
35mm film photography
Leica M2
Zeiss Biogon C 35mm f/2.8 ZM
Kodak ProImage 100 (converted to B&W in post)
Buckingham Branch Railroad's Mountain Local heads west from Staunton with a hefty train of three GP40-types and 35 cars in tow. This job has been going to work in the afternoon account track work allowing for some nice light on their westbound run.
FEC GP38-2 511, the last on the roster wearing any stripes on the nose (although the Florida sun has barely left any) and one of a handful still sporting the hurricane logo on the side, returns from working Trujilio & Sons on the Miami downtown job, just past sunrise and a hefty downpour. The crew is seen passing a wax tank car spotted at Vision Candles, one of the neatest little customers still receiving rail shipments in the Miami area, where the homemade "blue-flag" indicates that the car is still connected for unloading. To my surprise, the crew slowed to a halt next to the car, and an employee emerged from the customer to remove the sign, indicating that the car was ready to be pulled. With the "blue-flag" down, the crew proceeded up to the crossing, dropped the Trujilio cars, and made the rare move onto the Vision Candles spur to retrieve the empty car.
The customer base on the FEC downtown job has had some ups and downs in the last ten years, but has recently regained and even found some new business. Notably Dependable Warehousing and Gilda Industries have ceased receiving shipments, but a new customer has started loading presumably waste oil into tanks on the southeast side of the CSX/FEC diamond crossing, and interestingly Quiskeya Foods started taking occasional food products boxcar shipments 3-4 years ago on the lead to Trujilio & Sons, building a loading dock out to the lead across the space where its warehouse once had its own spur. Additionally, Dixie Plywood has started receiving boxcars again after several years of no service, and Omni Transloading's location on the southwest side of the diamond is back to receiving regular shipments after a few years of no service. Hialeah, FL
The NS Kansas City District west of Moberly doesn't seem to have any PTC projects going on currently, so it seems the old Wabash signals are left in tact for now. The NS PTC starts at CA Jct with the BNSF Marceline Sub and runs west into KC. Here a hefty 112 lumbers along towards KC as they past over the west end of the siding at Dewitt, about 8 miles west of Brunswick.
The Lighthouse at Whitby Harbour, North Yorkshire.
I was dodging some fairly hefty showers out here, hoping for sunshine after the rain, certainly the most vivid rainbow I have ever seen.
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I had already given up on taking pictures by this time and was on my way to knock out a few errands, but leaving the scanner feed on turned out to be the right call, as I soon heard a "CP 5005 East" talking to the CPKC RTC about their plans for the day.
CP A70 is leaving Canadian National rails as it swings towards the Mission bridge, on its way back to CP's side of the Fraser River on a trip out to "The Commons" near Deroche. The local crew will leave a hefty block of intermodal out there for another crew to pickup later on, and return to Port Coquitlam much later in the day.
Matsqui, BC, Canada
June 19th, 2023
While eating my misto di mare on our second night in Sardinia I could see a rare few clouds bubbling over and decided it was trip back over to the wild side at sunset to make the most of it. I was not wrong it was the best sky of the whole holiday. This photo was taken with a 6 stop ND filter to take more of the little movement in the sea and the sunset streaking over the horizon with a shutter speed of 60 seconds. I was down on the rocks until the most of the colour went from the sky, and set off for my climb back up the cliff to the narrow path and my way back. Making it to the narrow path I reliased that I had forgot my hat, which I had taken of on the rocks below. Now this is a special hat as my grandchildren love it, you see it has a zipped pocket inside holding essential euros for ice creams. Leaving my camera gear I climb down again, retrieve the hat and make my way up to the narrow path. It was getting quite dark now and as I made my way around the cliff a big wild boar rushes across my path up into the scrub followed by mammy boar and 3 hefty juveniles. I certainly got a fright any closer and I would have been knocked of the path, in the end it was a great sight. BTW I did enjoy my misto di mare, good job it was not porchetta or it might have been the night of the pig’s revenge.
"Often referred to as a 'marshpiper' for its habit of wading in deeper water than other sandpipers, the Greater Yellowlegs is heftier and longer-billed than its lookalike, the Lesser Yellowlegs. Greater Yellowlegs are seen mostly during migration, as they pass between nesting grounds in the mosquito-ridden bogs of boreal Canada and wintering territories on marshes across the southern tier of the United States. With its flashy yellow legs, sturdy bill, and deliberate gait, it cuts a dashing, often solitary, figure on mudflats from coast to coast. Despite its familiarity and widespread range, its tendency to nest in buggy bogs in the North American boreal forests make it one of the least-studied shorebirds on the continent. Though typically associated with wetlands, Greater Yellowlegs on their breeding grounds often perch atop trees to watch for nest predators." Source: allaboutbirds.org
No messing about this time with fancy vouchers for fancy food in fancy restaurants. If food were football formations this would be a no nonsense 4-4-2 featuring two full backs sporting prison haircuts and a pair of centre halves the size of shire horses with keenly sharpened size fourteen boots. Behind them, a goalkeeper that bears an uncanny resemblance to a bulldozer with shovel-like hands to match. None of your tika taka interchangeable diamonds in the midfield - just a pair of ferocious terriers flying into tackles - that sort of thing. On the wings, a couple of turbo charged whippets with blinkers on and an over reliance on either the left or right peg, depending upon which side of the pitch they’re stationed. Up front, a hefty lump with a prodigious leap, several missing teeth and a forehead shaped like an industrial steam iron. Just behind him, the only one who can actually play football, a Will O’ the Wisp waif whose job it is to dance through the opposition and give the ball to the big lad.
Yes, today we weren’t going anywhere near the upmarket open wallet surgery establishments designed to empty the pockets of wandering tourists in Mousehole or elsewhere. The Morrison’s cafe in Long Rock, a mile east of Penzance awaited our pleasure with its cordon bleu fish and chips covered in a healthy splat of tartare sauce, accompanied by a pot of tea - free refills on hot drinks if you didn’t know. Who needs filet mignon covered in pomegranate seeds and a glass of the ‘72 Chablis when you can have a full size plate of proper grub that’s been prepared by the good fryers of Morrison’s kitchen? Meerkat discount, that’s twenty-five percent off by the way. Two plates of decent nosh and a bottomless pot of tea for twelve quid. Last week we could barely get one starter for twelve quid when we finally used that voucher over at Gurnard’s Head. There’s no denying the quality of the food we had, but fine dining is for people with overflowing bank accounts and cultured palates.
And do you know what? The fish fryer at our chosen establishment does a fine job. Even Ali’s eighty-seven year old mother gushes with praise about the Morrison’s cafe at Long Rock, and she’s notoriously hard to please when it comes to eating out. In those fancy places we’re always on edge, convinced we’re being frowned upon by the waiting staff and our fellow diners, even though it’s probably just our imagination. Here, if you thank the team and tell them how much you enjoyed the fish, it really does seem to make them happy. Our standard tactic, made all the easier by our frankly slovenly attitude to mornings, is to arrive after two thirty, long after the lunchtime rush has been cleared from the tables and settle in for an hour or so, enjoying the peace. This works all the better in the summer months when you’re not in an enormous hurry to get to where you’re bound for. Sunset after nine - there’s really no need to rush.
And where weren’t we rushing to this afternoon you ask? Today we were going “down west” as we call it here, to the wilds of Penwith. A mini Dartmoor-on-Sea with ponies grazing among swathes of bracken, heather and gorse. Only once before had we parked at the old Carn Galver tin mine, and I’d been planning to go back ever since. On that afternoon we traced the natural coastal fortress of Bosigran Head, before following the footpath towards Porthmeor Cove and then back again via the quiet coast road, meeting small groups of ponies as we went. What we hadn’t done that day was to head inland and up the slopes towards the rocky tors of Carn Galver itself. From here, across a field of purple heather that glowed in soft summer sunlight, a series of headlands that ended with Pendeen Lighthouse disappeared into a dreamy blown out haze. And from that moment the deal was done. I’d come here to photograph Bosigran Head at sunset, but instead I’d be yomping up here again later with the camera bag. Ali declared she’d done enough yomping today and would watch the sunset from the van, so I returned alone. I had the place completely to myself. Well, apart from the steady chomping and the occasional whinny from our equine friends as they stomped about the bracken enjoying their own version of fine dining.
After all was done, another gastronomic delight awaited me in the van. Eggy bread and a can of Brewdog Session IPA from the fridge. A very happy ending to this series of tales on the subject of dining out. It doesn’t get more comforting than eggy bread dipped in the contents of a sachet of brown sauce - which was liberated from Morrison’s at lunchtime of course. A fine way to end a day of food and cultural enrichment at the edge of the world in West Cornwall.
nice action , shame the quality dosent match . poor light high iso and a hefty crop,but interesting none the less
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Hefty rain today big time , however , the one specific time we had to venture out the clouds parted and just look - the blue sky is still there after all !!
A hefty Sunday Ludington extra crew rolls through Scottville MI enroute to Walhalla where they will drop their outbounds for the night crew to pick up, from there they will bring a small inbound back and do customer work in town.
Thundering North through the prairies of Sax, Minnesota, a late CN L567 heads North for Ranier with a nice trio of EMDs adding to the smoke already in the air. In about ten miles, the train will stop at North Keenan to make a hefty headend set out for the Keenan Local & Two Harbors MRF. After completed, the crew will tie back onto their train tied down on Main 1 and proceed North toward the CN Rainy Sub and eventually Ranier, Minnesota at the border with traffic for the MDW and Fort Frances, Ontario Local.
A hefty wind stirs the surface of freshwater Loch Leathan, beneath the dominating cliffs of The Storr and its 'Old Man' monolith on the skyline. The A855 highland road makes its northward way along the eastern side of the Trotternish Peninsula on the Isle of Skye.
I was thinking about my mother, who loved butterflies and hummingbirds, when I saw this hummingbird show up in my backyard. I quickly grabbed by camera and tripod and went one step out the backdoor just hoping that the hummer would stick around. Fortunately, the hummer was in and out of our backyard over a 30-minute period allowing me to get this series of pictures before the hefty thunderstorms came through beating up the flowers.
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CN L554 has a new duo and it's a good time for those who like blue engines. GTW 6420 and CN 4906 pull a hefty train across the 16 mile creek in Oakville. GTW 6420 is Ex DT&I and CN 4906 is Ex GMTX 2263, built for the Long Island Railroad.
On my way to the summit of Montscheinspitze, near to sunset hefty wind was chasing the clouds and soonly they were covering the mountains. During a few minutes, the sun was still visible but fading more and more behind the clouds. This led to a very special atmosphere and I could take a series of shots as I was lucky to be at some viewpoints with a beautiful foreground, finally ocassionally as I was a bit slow with my rucksack with a lot of heavy stuff. This panorama was merged from 4 hand-held shots.
The date February 4, 1978, an unexpected rare treat we find a pair of Detroit & Toledo Shore Line GP7's with BiCi 76 on a hefty coal train #2411 - Lansing coal for Durand here Andersonville Rd. near Clarkston, Michigan. Along the GTW at this time the shore line geeps usually were found in 3 unit lashups, always in regular pool service out of Toledo on either Flint or Port Huron trains.
Creeping across Lake Wisconsin, WSOR 4006-4007 bring a hefty Reedsburg Rocket towards Madison on a beautiful August morning.
With a hefty sixteen loads of logs on the headend, CMQ's Job 1 eases through Harford's Point along the shore of Moosehead Lake. The two former Canadian Pacific SD40-2Fs pop nicely in dreary weather (a fairly common occurrence in this part of Maine), and despite rumors otherwise earlier in the year, the CMQ has no plans to get rid of their ten they have, having procured parts off the ones CP scrapped. Unfortunately, tomorrow will be the last day one will be able to get daylight running the Moosehead, as they will be switching to nights until at least mid-November to do track work, meaning that the fall foliage shots will have to hold off another year.
Recovering from my second cold inside a month I took another stroll around Belper Cemetary to remind me that no matter how cr@p you feel if you’re on the top side of the grass you’re better off than those deep sixed. Shot with the hefty Voigtlander 60mm Nokton on Olympus Em1 mk3 and slight post edits on iPad Pro.
The real temps do not feel warm but 'my editor' offered me a warmer look at this hefty redwood base.
On the Berkeley campus. . . . . Mac Photos calls it "Vivid Warm".
Try for a HTmT!
Large, hefty duck that has wild and domestic types. Wild birds are dark blackish overall with iridescent green and bronze, especially on the wings. Look for bold white wing patches in flight and red warts on the face (more extensive on males). Tends to be shy and most often seen in flight over extensive wetlands or along large rivers. Occurs extensively throughout Middle and South America, but typically scarce. Very restricted range in the U.S., only known from the Rio Grande Valley in Texas. Domestic birds, on the other hand, are regularly found walking around in parks and farms, looking for scraps of food and chasing native waterfowl. Plumage varies from all white to all black, typically with more extensive red warts on the face than wild birds. There is a well-established feral population in Florida, with smaller domestic populations spread across the globe.
The Wildfowl Trust is dedicated to breeding endangered Trinidad ducks. Two species, including these Muscovy Ducks, have been introduced to lakes at the Trust site and other select areas. Three more species are still in the re-building stage.
Pointe-a-Pierre Wildfowl Trust, Trinidad. January 2016.
On the high desert of Utah, the Comstock Iron Mine uses a small fleet of ex. ATSF C44-9Ws to haul iron ore down the steep 2.5% grades of the mine railroad to an interchange with the Union Pacific. This set of light power is heading down grade to be parked from a morning of switching the Comstock load out. This power is no stranger to grades, when delivered many of these hefty C44-9W brutes were assigned to York Canyon Coal service, and battled the 3% grades of Raton Pass. On this particular day this area was a wet muddy mess! 3/23
Illinois Terminal Class D electric locomotive 71 in (I presume) Peoria. Five of these hefty 8-axle locomotives were home-built at the Decatur Shops starting in 1940. They were constructed by rebuilding some earlier Type C locos. They were the road's largest freight engines. Cliff Scholes photo.
37418 "An Comunn Gaidhealach" is back into its stride powering away from Acton Bridge on 6Z38 11.33 Wembley Yard - Walton Old Jn Yard. The soundtrack of the loco hammering along with a somewhat hefty load of 30 JNAs was a treat.
9th May 2023.
You're looking at some 60 satellites hurtling through the sky. And over the next few decades, Elon Musk is hoping to send 42,000 of these satellites to space, 15 times the number of operational satellites in orbit today. It's part of Starlink, the expansive constellation from Musk and SpaceX that hopes to bring the world low-latency high-speed internet, promising no more buffering and nearly instantaneous internet in every corner of the world. But experts worry it may come at a hefty cost for space exploration.
On the Moosehead Sub, it can pretty difficult finding good lighting opportunities for the morning westbound, especially where the line is due west at best, and in many places, running due north. Just east of Moosehead is a shot I had been eyeing for a couple months now with the drone, waiting for the shorter days of winter, but even now, I still needed another hour or two. But unfortunately, with only one train a day each way, you have to do your best to make lemonade out of lemons, and move on. Job 1 is almost to the east end of the Moosehead siding as they change directions from west to north again, behind a pair of repainted SD40-2Fs, and a BNSF painted B23-7. This day's train was a hefty sixty cars (which doesn't seem all that big, but with five days a week running, train sizes are down quite a bit), but the three engines were able to keep it moving right along without any difficulties. It won't be too much longer before Moosehead Lake in the back is frozen, and there is snow on the ground.