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Instead of giving my wife the usual red roses on our wedding anniversary, I made her this tiny bulb and button cell couple as a gift (cheapskate!!). He lights up whenever he hugs the button cell.
One of the younger WTK chicks that was knocked off its nest wasn't able to climb up the tree so went up a bottlebrush instead. S/he wasn't very happy so kept screaming.
Instead, 3 Hoovers will have to do at Penzance. 50035 & 50001 are in charge of the Paddington sleeper - and will definately get there!!
Meanwhile, 50004 looks after a return excursion to Wolverhampton.
I was looking at lots of cheap cameras I could purchase so I could take out with me when I go cycling instead of taking something more expensive. This X-E1 was just £100 in excellent condition and working perfectly so for that money, it was a no brainer.
Instead of eating a beautiful sweet, take a picture of it. The pleasure you get is more certain, lasts longer and is less fattening!
Instead of "Hiding in Metropolis" I prompted "Hiding in Metropolice". I have no clue as to what warped depths the typo triggered Midjourney.
Finished now. Not altogether satisfying, and not one of his best. But it had a lot of the touches that Pynchon readers expect (sentences with lists that give you whiplash... "wait for it" Dad jokes, ambiguity and feelings of dislocation).
Glad I read it, not sure what else I would have read instead.
Instead of traditional camels ride, we see the 4x4 rides in the Sahara Desert, Errachidia, Erfoud, Morocco. Personally, I don't like it although it becomes popular.
As some of you may know, I've been on a mission this summer to get a great sunrise reflection shot from Bear Lake in Rocky Mountain National Park. And while I'm not proud of how many failed attempts are behind this morning's wonderful sunrise (and I intentionally didn't keep count), I am pretty sure I ran up to Bear Lake in an attempt for this shot 17 times in the past 6 months. Keep in mind I live 1 hour and 50 minutes away. All this makes the final shot and the fact that mother nature FINALLY cooperated - that much more rewarding. I don't think I would have even taken on this challenge if I'd known how long it would take, but looking back on it, I'm also glad I didn't give up.
In all my failed attempts, I had a chance to think about all the reasons I wasn't happy and insisted on going back again and again and again. So in fun, here are the top 10 reasons I claimed I had to go back:
10. No clouds
9. Too many clouds
8. No clouds over Longs Peak
7. Raining
6. Amazing clouds, but they never lit up
5. Wicked windy
4. Snowing
3. Clouds to the east blocked the early morning sun
2. A couple of people beat me to my spot and blocked both spots I'd scouted
1. The darn lake was still frozen!
In the end, I caved on one of the things I was hoping for in my dream shot. I'd originally hoped for a super calm morning where I could get a detailed reflection of Longs Peak and the glowing clouds. And while I suppose that may be possible someday, I found few calm mornings and besides cool clouds don't tend to hang around on the calm mornings. So with a Neutral Density filter in-hand, I decided I'd smooth out the ripples and go for the glowing color instead of reflected details. This approach seemed to help open the door to finding the more interesting weather.
.HBM! Taken in Humber Bay Park East recently. I forgot to make this visible 😂
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Hamhung is the main chemical city in North Korea. We were supposed to visit it.
But the guides cancelled it at the last moment. So instead of visiting the museum with no light inside (real!), we asked for another visit, and they agreed to go in the biggest farm of the area.
We could see the tractors, share pears with people etc.
North Korean agriculture works under quite difficult conditions. Most of North Korea's territory is occupied by mountains and is thus not arable. The little land that is left faces many problems.
In 1995, 2007 and 2011, floods of unsuspected size washed away rice and corn fields, destroying a good part of the crops. These floods brought the population to famine, a problem which is still lingering within the unwealthy North Koreans. For the past twenty years, North Korea has been relying on international aid such as that of the United Nation, Japan or South Korea to feed its people, and the number of people who died from illness related to hunger or malnutrition is estimated to about two million.
Moreover, was it not for the floods, North Korea still has difficulty producing enough to match its population's nutritional needs.
Most agriculture in North Korea relies on manual work. The government tries to compensate the lack of mechanization by implementing programs that call for the farm workers to get up earlier and be at work in the fields “at the break of dawn”, but the lack of productivity itself is not compensated. The still deep-rooted principle of Juche prohibits buying soil fertilizer from abroad, but the country could not afford a lot in any case due to its lack of foreign currency. In the search for exploitable land, people burn off patches of forest on the mountains. The soil being no longer held by tree roots, it in turn brings floods. Another problem is industrial pollution, which seems to come from coal-burning industries, and some cases of acid rains.
One solution seems to be favored by countryside inhabitants ; they make their own garden and sell the products on local markets or on the street, or raise their own animals, such as goats. Goats produce dairy, not a traditional North Korean food, but to which people are gradually getting used.
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Instead of orange, what about red and black for Halloween?
This is Stella Serendipitous wearing a hat that my husband brought home--MY HUSBAND bought my dolls a hat!! *Faints*
"When the light has given up on me
But I'm still not hard to find
These fingernails, like breadcrumb trails
I always leave behind
When it's raining rats
And nasty thoughts inside my head
And there's only one place I should be
But I'm here instead" - Shake With Me - Alkaline Trio
KaydeneJenvieve.mysterious is wearing
Head - Lelutka Noel
Body - Reborn
Skin - Platinum Capriccio Sunkisses skin
Hair - Stealthic Reflect
Outfit - ED. Zora Black
79/365 … Spring making an appearance on the first day of Spring … a trip with M to Stable Antiques … M got quite a lot closer than me and bagged a set of shelves … I stayed outside and took some pics instead … :-) xx
On our last day in Yosemite, our group decided to forego the Horsetail Falls as we had just shot it a couple of days earlier, and camp out instead for the sunset at the Gates of the Valley. We were a bit bummed to discover that we were not the only ones with this idea (we figured EVERYONE would be camping out for the Horsetail) and we had to squish ourselves into the menagerie that was already in place when we arrived.
Matt Frankel had an interesting post earlier today where another photographer tried to lay claim to a huge area of real estate just as the sun was setting, and Matt, being sensible, simply set up his tripod and began shooting away. The guy completely freaked out, assuming that the rest of the world should cater to his every whim until he was done with his shot. Matt handled it very well, but this other guy needs to learn to deal with people ALWAYS being in his shot if he is going to keep his sanity as a photographer.
Well....the shot above was one of those situations where it was every man for himself. I could have stomped off in a huff, or waded waist deep into the Merced River in front of everyone, or pitched a fit and thrown everyone else's tripod into the water, but instead, I tried to find a spot where I thought I could get rid of the people and tripods after I got home.
So that's what you have here. In front of me was some guy hanging off of that tree trunk to the left with his tripod right in front of me, another dude was smashing his way into my frame to the right, and third guy with a tripod was dead center.
Thanks to Photoshop and content aware, I still came home with my shot and I didn't have to push anyone into the river to get it. :)
This guy was great. I was attempting to take a photo of the graffiti-covered van behind him, but he was so excited that I decided to take a picture of him instead. I think it turned out wonderfully.
Explored!
I had hoped for a clear day to shoot the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of being defeated by the fog, I chose to make it an element in the photo.
Waiting for a little nut - but I forgot it, so I took my camera instead...
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Warten auf eine Nuß, aber ich vergaß sie, so nahm ich meine Kamera stattdessen...
It's amazing how a couple of minutes and a few steps in a different direction - no more than ten yards - can take you from this (the previous picture on my stream) to the above. The sun hadn't come out - it's been a gloomy, rainy day all round. Instead, this was taken against a background of bright autumn leaves across a pond (you can't make it out, but the pond splits the bokeh fairly nicely in half horizontally) and the other was taken against that gloomy, rainy sky.
11/365 bokeh
(riposava qui, privata e chiusa, bella serena, nella sua assoluta banalità: non sarebbe mai apparsa)
e invece.
Bere Point, Malcolm Island where the Orcas are believed to be rubbing their bodies on the pebbles on the shores. 6,7 groups of people including us were waiting at Bere point to see Orcas & Humpback Whales for about 2 hours. We kept quiet, even the children…..Shhh…. Now we all could hear the sound of Humpback Whale. We were all so thrilled and waited expectantly…more Shhh…. more wait.. Out of the blue there came this small motorboat with a cheerful fishing team chatting and dog barking :)
We didn't see any during the day but we could hear its sound at our camp till 2am
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“A flower sprouting from the cracks in a wall is life creeping up everywhere.”
Giuseppe Tobia
“Un fiore che spunta dalle crepe di un muro è la vita che si arrampica ovunque.”
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The late Pope Francis left us a memorable phrase, referring to the tragic events of our current history, he said "build bridges, not walls", and almost paraphrasing Pope Francis, here in Sicily we tear down walls, let me explain... there is a traditional religious festival, during which the wall of a house, always the same wall, is torn down, to then be built again in anticipation of the celebration that will be held in the new year. But it is not so much the wall itself, even more characteristic is the way in which this wall is broken down: it is struck over and over again with the arms of the float, those used by the bearers to hold the float, on which sits the statue of Saint James, an incredible tradition whose origins are not unanimous. Many, many years ago, I was perhaps 20 years old, walking with a few friends one evening along Corso Umberto in Taormina, I learned from one of them about this incredible tradition. I remember it as if it were yesterday. He said, “In Sicily, there is a celebration in which, during the procession, the float with the Saint, loaded with provola (cheeses), is used like a battering ram to break down the wall of a house, which is then rebuilt (the battering ram, a medieval assault weapon, used to break down gates and castle walls).” This year, I was able to witness (and photograph) this very particular and unique tradition, which is celebrated every year on July 26th in the town of Capizzi (Messina), a celebration that commemorates the transfer of the relics of Saint James from his sanctuary. As mentioned, the most characteristic moment of the celebration is the "rite of miracles": the float with Saint James on it is violently hurled against the wall of a house adjacent to the church of Sant'Antonio, and each impact against this wall is interpreted as "a miracle of Saint James". The number of blows needed to overcome the wall is interpreted sometimes positively (if the blows are even), sometimes negatively (if the blows are odd). The "Miracles of St. James" do not have a certain origin, some think it could originate in ancient times from the destruction of a small pagan temple, or a synagogue, someone else instead traces this tradition as a form of revenge of the inhabitants of Capizzi (Capitini), this because the relics of the Saint were stolen from Capizzi to be kept in the city of Messina, by the Spanish nobleman Sancho de Heredia, in obedience in 1435 towards Alfonso V of Aragon, nicknamed "the Magnanimous" (he was king of Aragon, Valencia, Sardinia, Majorca, Sicily, titular king of Jerusalem, Corsica and Hungary, he was count of Barcelona and of the Catalan counties, and from 1442 he would also become king of Naples), therefore the demolition of the wall would be a form of revenge towards what was perhaps the house of the nobleman Sancho de Heredia, finally someone else traces this tradition to a legendary event, which recalls the defeat of a handful of Saracens, who They had barricaded themselves in that place. Currently in Capizzi, in the Sanctuary of San Giacomo Maggiore, the oldest relic of Saint James the Apostle in Sicily is housed: a finger of the saint. Another characteristic aspect of the festival is the presence of numerous provola cheeses placed on the roof of the float. These are offered by the population to Saint James. The presence of these typical cheeses is indicative of the type of economy in Capizzi, primarily linked to agriculture and livestock farming, with significant dairy and pork production, particularly that of the Nebrodi black pig, with typical cheeses such as provola capitina and maiorchino. Some residents told me that sometimes the donations of provola cheeses, even large ones, become so abundant that the float ends up becoming exceptionally heavy, severely testing the bearers' ability to support all that weight.
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Il compianto papa Francesco ci ha lasciato una memorabile frase, in riferimento alle tragiche vicende della nostra attuale storia, ha detto “costruite ponti, non muri”, e quasi parafrasando Papa Francesco, qui da noi in Sicilia i muri li abbattiamo, mi spiego meglio ….c’è una festa tradizionale religiosa, durante la quale il muro di una casa, sempre lo stesso muro, viene abbattuto, per poi venire costruito in attesa della festa che si terrà il nuovo anno, ma non è tanto il muro in se, ancor più caratteristico è il modo in cui questo muro viene sfondato: esso viene colpito più, e più volte con i bracci del fercolo, quelli che servono ai portatori per reggere la vara, sul quale siede la statua di San Giacomo, una incredibile tradizione sulle cui origini non c’è unanimità di pensiero. Io tanti, tanti anni fa, forse avevo 20 anni, passeggiando con pochi amici di sera sul Corso Umberto di Taormina, venni a sapere da uno di questi, di questa tradizione che ha dell’incredibile, lo ricordo come fosse ieri, disse “in Sicilia c’è una festa nella quale durante la processione, la vara con il Santo, carica di provole (formaggi) viene utilizzata come fosse un’ariete per sfondare il muro di una casa, che poi verrà ricostruito (l’ariete, arma medioevale d’assalto, utilizzata per sfondare portoni e muri dei castelli),”. Quest’anno, ho potuto assistere (e fotografare) questa tradizione così particolare ed unica, che si celebra ogni anno il 26 luglio nel paese di Capizzi (Messina), festa che commemora il trasferimento delle reliquie di San Giacomo dal suo Santuario, e, come anticipato, il momento più caratteristico della festa è il “rito dei miracoli”, la vara con sopra San Giacomo viene violentemente scagliata contro il muro di una una casa adiacente la chiesa di Sant'Antonio, ed ogni urto contro questo muro viene inteso come “un miracolo di San Giacomo”, il numero dei colpi necessari per avere la meglio sul muro viene interpretato ora in maniera positiva (se i colpi sono pari), ora in maniera negativa (se i colpi sono dispari). I “Miracoli di San Giacomo” non hanno una origine certa, qualcuno pensa possa originare anticamente dalla distruzione di un piccolo tempio pagano, od una sinagoga, qualcun altro invece fa risalire questa tradizione come una forma di rivalsa degli abitanti di Capizzi (Capitini), questo perché le reliquie del Santo furono sottratte a Capizzi per essere custodite nella città di Messina, da parte del nobile spagnolo Sancho de Heredia, in obbedienza nel 1435 verso Alfonso V d'Aragona, soprannominato "il Magnanimo" (era re di Aragona, Valencia, Sardegna, Maiorca, Sicilia, re titolare di Gerusalemme, Corsica e Ungheria, era conte di Barcellona e delle contee catalane, e dal 1442 sarebbe diventato anche re di Napoli), quindi l’abbattimento del muro sarebbe una forma di vendetta verso quella forse era la casa del nobile Sancho de Heredia, infine qualcun altro fa risalire questa tradizione ad un evento leggendario, che ricorda la sconfitta di un manipolo di saraceni, che si erano asserragliati in quel luogo. Attualmente a Capizzi, nel Santuario di San Giacomo Maggiore, si trova la più antica reliquia di San Giacomo Apostolo Maggiore che abbiamo in Sicilia, si tratta di un dito del Santo. Un altro aspetto caratteristico della festa, è la presenza di numerose provole messe sul tetto della vara, queste sono offerte dalla popolazione a San Giacomo, la presenza di questi tipici formaggi è indicativa del tipo di economia che c’è a Capizzi, principalmente legata all'agricoltura e alla pastorizia, con una importante produzione casearia e di carne suina, in particolare quella del maiale nero dei Nebrodi, con formaggi tipici, come la provola capitina e il maiorchino. Mi dicevano alcuni abitanti che a volte la donazione delle provole, anche di grosse dimensioni, diviene così abbondante, che la vara finisce con acquisire un peso eccezionale, mettendo a dura prova la capacità di reggere tutto quel peso da parte dei portatori.
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Instead of the usual single car 153 unit we had a 2 car 156 yesterday.Not a big fan of the all white colour scheme compared with the old one livery but you could tell the difference in acceleration compared with a 153.
Instead of time having an absolute reality, imagine instead that existence is like a sound recording. Listening to an old phonograph doesn’t alter the record itself, and depending on where the needle is placed, you hear a certain piece of music. This is what we call the present. The music, before and after the song now being heard, is what we call the past and the future. Imagine, in like manner, every moment and day enduring in nature always. The record does not go away. All nows (all the songs on the vinyl record) exist simultaneously, although we can only experience the world (or the record) piece by piece. We do not experience time in which “Stardust” often plays, because we experience time linearly.
The same might be true of a photo.
Instead of running all the way to Fabyans as in prior fall seasons, this year the Conway Scenic ran two daily round trips between North Conway and Crawfords with the addition of a third 'bus train' for passengers arriving by motor coach from Portland off a cruise ship as a day shore excursion. That meant that one some days there were six trains running through the Notch with a scheduled meet at Bartlett and Sawyers River....truly an astonishing sight and a joy to see this line so busy!
The 9 AM Mountaineer is coming off the siding in the process of running around their train which is parked beside Crawford Depot at MP 85 on the old Mountain Sub as they pass the old section men's shanty at Gateway, the east end of the 1800 ft long siding. I couldn't help but wonder where the old drawbar laying in the foreground came from? How many years has it been laying here? Was it ripped out as an RY-2 crested the summit on its way to St. J. from Rigby? What is the story and how was it resolved? Are any of the railroaders who had to deal with that event still with us and do they recall that day? Or has the memory been lost to time leaving those of us in the present to ponder?
Crawford's is the summit of the line at 1900 ft, and they will descend some 1400 ft in the 25 miles back to North Conway on grades as steep as 2.2% through the Notch. Crawford Notch station existed was to serve the Crawford House Hotel which had been built nearby in 1859 (for the second time) and was the largest of all the great 19th century New Hampshire resort hotels at the time it was erected. The Crawford House outlasted most of the other grand White Mountain hotels of that era, but it ultimately closed in 1975, nearly 120 years after the building was constructed. It was destroyed by a fire two years later, on November 20, 1977, and the property was subsequently acquired by the Appalachian Mountain Club, which constructed the Highland Center on the site in 2003 in a style that pays homage to the grand inns that once dotted the White Mountains.
Leading the train are GP38s 255 and 252 which are right at home here having been built in November 1966 for the Maine Central Railroad as part of an order of 13 of the model which were the first batch of second generation diesel locomotives purchased by the road. They both regularly operated here for the first 17 years of their lives until the last thru freight ran in 1983 after Guilford purchased the MEC and shuttered the Mountain Sub. In fact 252 had the ignominious duty of leading the final YR-1 from Saint Johnsbury on September 2, 1983.
255 came to Conway Scenic in 2022 and wore her Vermont Rail System red paint until just this past June when she received this new 'old' dress. The VTR red was from her nearly two decade second career as Clarendon & Pittsford 203 after having being sold by MEC successor Guilford Transportation in the early 1990s. 252 meanwhile was the last of her class in service on Guilford, lasting more than three decades, and having seen her other dozen siblings retired and scrapped or sold. She came to Conway Scenic in March 2010 along with GP35 216 in a trade with Pan Am Railways for FP9s 6505 and 6516 that would become Pan Am's OCS power.
Crawford Notch State Park
Hart's Location, New Hampshire
Saturday October 11, 2025
Instead of a Christmas holiday party, MKE celebrates in January. Last year, our party theme was 'sex drugs and rock n roll.' This year? We did prom, MKE-style. There was a disco ball, wine, swanky clothes, dancing, a PHOTOBOOTH and KARAOKE!!! yay!
When I made this black and white copy I was able to do a little something in processing that gave it a quite different mood. To me it doesn't look like a shot that was taken on a bright sunny day anymore. Now I think it looks like moonlight shining on the house instead of sunlight. Thank you Jan for suggesting that I do it in B&W!
If you are interested in black and white photos, I do have a black and white album.
Instead of the main road, you can use a ginnel to get to Williamson Park that retraces the route used by the quarry workers in the 19th century. Unexpectedly I saw the back of the Ashton Memorial.
The Ashton Memorial is, by chance, close to the mathematical center of Great Britain, if you exclude the Isle of Man. To paraphrase a favorite actor, "not a lot of people know that."
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In Ecuador, instead of carnival they have the crazy days, Dias de Loco, where it's okay to dress up and act a little crazy which usually means spraying soap foam at each other or anybody who gets caught. In this indigenous village between Cuenca and Riobamba, we ran into this parade with kids in costumes, making noise and spraying foam on everybody. You can see that the one in the middle with the mask has a big can of spray foam.
At first glance, this might look like some sort of weird ladybird - but it isn't.
Instead, the six-spotted pot beetle (Cryptocephalus sexpunctatus) is something way quirkier and more interesting.
Let's start with the scientific name, Cryptocephalus - head hider. This is because they like to keep their heads hidden underneath the pronotum.
Next, why "pot beetle"? Well, the females do this rather peculiar thing where they hold each egg they're laying with their rearmost pair of legs and then coat it with a mixture of a waxy substance and her own droppings (known as "frass") in a process with the wonderful name of "scatoshelling" until the egg is encased in a little flask - or "pot".
This process can take ten minutes - per egg - and when she's done she drops it to the ground (the Swedish name for these translates into "fall beetles" because of the fall the eggs make).
The shell made from feces unsurprisingly deters predators and when the larvae hatch they actually keep the flask like a little sleeping bag for protection. Somehow the larvae manage to extend the pot using their own feces as they grow so they can keep using it and still fit in it. It can take as long as three years for a Cryptocephalus larvae to complete its development.
I found this one on a leaf near Härnösand, Sweden, but I didn't have a clue about all of this then so I didn't look underneath the plant for any pots.
For a four exposure stack at 3.3:1 mag, check out part 1 here: www.flickr.com/photos/tinyturtle/51238511108/
Part 2 is a two-exposure focus stack at 2.2:1 here: www.flickr.com/photos/tinyturtle/51418342309/
Instead of watching football last friday, I ran outside and searched in the polder for a nice field with crop. In my neighbourhood farmers don't care about leading lines, the fields are a mess but the sky compensated the lack of a good foreground.
Instead of a Christmas holiday party, MKE celebrates in January. Last year, our party theme was 'sex drugs and rock n roll.' This year? We did prom, MKE-style. There was a disco ball, wine, swanky clothes, dancing, a PHOTOBOOTH and KARAOKE!!! yay!
!Actinidia kolomikta, commonly known as variegated-leaf hardy kiwi,[1] is a species of flowering plant in the family Actinidiaceae, native to temperate mixed forests of the Russian Far East, Korea, Japan and China (Eastern Asiatic Region). --
Actinidia kolomikta is an ornamental plant for gardens and a houseplant. The plant was collected by Charles Maries in Sapporo, on the northern Japanese island of Hokkaido, in 1878, and sent to his patrons, Veitch Nurseries, who introduced it into Western horticulture." (Wiki)
A couple of gray wolves pose nicely for me.
Wish I could say I snuck up on them and got this shot at 122mm. Instead I enjoyed some quality time with several wolves at West Yellowstone's Grizzly and Wolf Discovery Center. This was my favorite pair. A stop here is highly recommended if you're ever in West Yellowstone.
Enjoy a wonderful weekend!
Instead of spending my energy on trying to not catch this virus, I am concentrating on healing myself inside and out. These days have been great for introspection as I go through old photographs. I have time to look for inspiration with my camera and lens ball. It feels great to wake up and stay in my pyjamas for most of the morning and enjoy that first cup of coffee with no rush to get to work. At night I have done a few spa treatments on my face and a few epsom salt baths. I get to sleep as long as I like. There is time to cook healthy meals and what a treat to share the cooking in the kitchen with hubby. Technology allows me to facetime with family far away. Life can be good, if you really think about it.
My Sunday morning assignment was a little different than usual this morning. Instead of leading worship at my regular church in Redwood Falls, I traveled to Walnut Grove to fill in at a congregation that's without a pastor right now. I left early to see if maybe a train would be moving along the Tracy Sub on such a beautiful morning. Sure enough, eastbound Canadian Pacific train 470 was just about ready to depart when I got to town. I was able to get this shot of them crossing Plum Creek just west of Walnut Grove and still had plenty of time to get to the church. This view wasn't possible until early last spring when a bunch of trees were cut down. I have a view of a westbound from the other side of the creek, but there's no sign on that side, so I'd been wanting this one. Glad to check it off the list, even with a ratty CP GEVO on the point. I'm sure I saw the 8833 plenty of times along the Paynesville Sub when its paint was still fresh.
Isildur, King of Gondor: After the Battle of Dagorlad, Isildur brought the ring to Mount Doom, with Elrond. Instead of throwing it into the lava, Isildur was possessed by the ring and took it for his own.
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Tom Bombadil: Although he never found the ring, he wore it briefly when Frodo and his friends came to visit. The ring had no effect on old Tom, who was not possessed by it.
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Sméagol (And Déagol): Sméagol, also later known as Gollum, was fishing with his cousin, Déagol, when the latter found the ring where Isildur had dropped it. Sméagol killed Déagol after becoming obsessed over the powerful ring.
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Here are some LOTR figs I made over the past few days. I had a lot of fun posing the minifigures and creating the background, so tell me what you think in the comments! Be sure to drop a fave and follow me for more figbarfs and builds!
47776 'Respected' is captured at Hunt's Lock, along the Weaver navigation at Northwich working 5K44 Manchester Piccadilly - Crewe empty coaching stock which, instead of working direct to Crewe took a round about route via the Mid Cheshire line and reversal at Chester. I can only think to maintain driver route knowledge?
Tug 'Clifton', operated by KD Marine UK and was working on the river with hopper barges Halton & Sutton. One of which can just about be seen in the big lock behind.
Pues eso después de estar en el posadero previo se dio un baño, pero en lugar de la zona que yo esperaba lo hizo en las algas.
Well, after being at the previous innkeeper he took a bath, but instead of the area that I expected, he did it in the algae.
Instead of being in bed, Kilroy was doing an online parenting class.
For FGR and some Kilroy lovers.