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A very Pretty Lady Always caring never complaining.
Gently watching over the travels from the north&south.
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I need to get back to work i got layed off about 5 weeks ago and this photography is driving me nuts ha....
As much as i love it.
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For years I've had to keep my office doors closed during the day while I worked, because this stinker, to get my attention, would climb behind my desk where all the cords are.
I finally wised up and blocked the opening with some storage boxes, which has left just enough space for Finley to lay off the floor, directly under my desk, which has a glass top.
It's our 'compromise', lol.
It's the only way to feel free
It's the only place I wanna be
It's just that life is so much better on the edge
It's the only way to feel free
It's the only place I wanna be
It's the only way to feel free
It's just that life is so much better on the edge
I heard so many times to lay off the forbidden fruit
But I won't
But you can point and even shoot me, all that you like
But I won't
But I'm not ashamed that I will play the game
That I don't even wanna try
'Cause after all my only virtue's that I don't know how to lie
I'm walking on a wire
I go into the fire
It's the only way to feel free
It's the only place I wanna be
I'm walking on a wire
I go into the fire
It's the only way to feel free
It's the only place I wanna be
It's just that life is so much better on the edge
I'm walking on a wire
I go into the fire
It's the only way to feel free
It's the only place I wanna be
I heard so many times to lay off the forbidden fruit
But I won't
But you can point and even shoot me, all that you like
But I won't
But I'm not ashamed that I will play the game
That I don't even wanna try
'Cause after all my only virtue's that I don't know how to lie
I thought it fitting to post this throwback, with the 1447 now dead in "Laid Up For Sale" status. 1447 is yet another victim of BNSF not maintaining any of their shit, along with several other SD60Ms and many other local units from all over the system. I will try not to rant too much here, but I think BNSF's philosophy under Katie Farmer of laying off all the maintenance staff and killing units off whenever they break is pathetic. Anyways, as I recall, this set was running back and forth between Pasco and Longview for a couple of weeks in Dec 2022. It had evaded me because of school and other circumstances until I caught them by chance this night. My friend and I had been in the wye watching trains for a while when this VAWPAS pulled out of the yard led by the trio, stopping to pick up paperwork at the depot before heading east into the freezing winter darkness. This shot was less than ideal at the time, I was not really prepared to get it, and it's cropped down pretty heavily. Honestly though, it's a stroke of luck that it exists at all, and that the train stopped for a couple minutes allowing me to get a long exposure. Something that probably won't be repeated again. Hell even at the time I was shocked that this consist had been put together and was out on the road.
(Calipepla californica) California Quail, Belmont Pond, Kelowna, BC.
"Hey yourselves! Leaders lead! That's what we do! And lay off the fat jokes! Go look in the mirror!"
The weather man on the TV in Savannah reminds me of all the sorry ba__a__s that fill our house and senate in washington (did you notice no capital letters? Got no respect for them, no more). Waste Cadets to tenth power. Useless.
On a "for real note", if you can in any way be active in politics in your community, please, please, stress the need for term limits. That in itself is the problem with America. Nothing else. You can put suspenders on your left or right agenda.... but in the end anyone with savy knows...TERM LIMITS. Get those fat BA_T_RdS that have been sucking us dry for years out of there.
Ok, ..............was going to go and put a puff in the luff, sail till Im well, heal and be real and just realease. Pat Procove?????? Weather man?????
LOL :) And I am a stock broker.......got shares of City Bank For Sale. ????
Loser. Is he on the lay off list?
The Ebb Tide is the outgoing tide. This day was a dreary, crappy, foggy, no sailing day. I hoped that the fog would lift. It didn't.
So I set in for a day of hiking around "The Especially Beautiful Hammock". While I was fishing and hikihng I let the Cannon G9 kick it in "time lapse" mode.
So skip over to YouTube if you want and see time lapse, just CLICK HERE
Got to lay off them Magic Mousies!
Thanks to Audringje for Muckross Friary available under Creative Commons.
Decided to delete 850 photos today and give myself room to upload a couple of shots a day for the foreseeable future. Laying off composites for a while. This is one of my pugs in mid flight. She is unusually energetic for a pug!
Another from that first venture out after long lay-off... felt so good...
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TL;DR - It has been an interesting year!
As 2025 draws to a close, I am reflecting on what has been a very challenging year for me whilst remaining mindful that many others have had it a lot worse. Forgive my self indulgence as I ramble on for a while!
In February, I experienced Achilles Tendonitis which was totally disabling and extremely painful, rendering me unable to get around without the aid of crutches for about 5 weeks. That came as quite a shock for someone who has roamed the mountains injury free for the best part of 25 years.
After a couple of false starts, I was able to get back into the hills again and then in May my knee let me down and I was unable to walk again. My physiotherapist informed me that the knee wasn't damaged as such, but had become functionally weak and my muscles had atrophied due to being off my feet during my achilles episode. It is only now, 8 months later, that I am beginning to trust my knee again in the mountains but it remains weak and I have to be very careful.
In practical terms, my long lay off has meant that I couldn’t work as a mountain leader which left me in dire straits financially. Likewise, I couldn’t get out to finish my book which is long overdue. I have 7 routes to complete before I can hand in my manuscript to the publisher. I have had long periods of constant pain which has made performing even the most simple of tasks maddeningly difficult.
The mental health implications have not been inconsiderable and have forced me to delve into my inner world and examine my sense of self.
Could this be the end of my hillwalking and who the hell am I if I can’t regularly spend time in the mountains? What good am I to my lovely Kathy as a cripple?
During this time, I have sought solace and distraction in creating music and settling into my identity as an autistic person while slowly unmasking and unlearning decades of harmful behaviours and negative self talk. I am also currently undergoing weekly counselling sessions. Being forced into such intense reflection has been a steep learning curve but, ultimately, extremely rewarding.
I am fortunate to have a handful of close friends who have unerringly had my back, looked out for me and been there when needed, and none more so than my Kathy.
So, as I look down the barrel of a new year, I am filled with gratitude for all the wonderful things and people I have in my life.
I am fat and unfit, but as I return more fully to the mountains I am so very aware that they are a gift not to be taken for granted.
All my recent walks have been experienced through new eyes; those of someone more able to live in the moment and see the extraordinary beauty in things they once thought of as mundane.
Whilst being a touch premature, I wish you all a peaceful 2026 and hope that like me, you can shake off the useless paradigms which no longer serve you and choose your battles wisely.
Here’s a picture of a very happy me, taken yesterday, and looking forward to all that 2026 has to offer.
You would not believe it! She came with a flower pot, freshly planted and watered, leaky, dirty and, with the other (ditto) hand, was just about to grip my camera to make space for the pot (and put the camera who knows where) - when I intervened. "But don't you step on my blue suede shoes. Well you can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes!" Don't touch my camera with garden fingers! Well I was in the garden, her territory. But still, "You can burn my house, steal my car, drink my liquor from an old fruit-jar, do anything that you want to do, but, uh-uh baby, lay off of my shoes."
After picking up loads for Frito-Lay off of Dayville siding, P&W train NRWO proceeds north. They will stop at Frito-Lay on the way north to drop the loads, and then swap trains in Putnam with WX1, which came down from Worcester.
Still missing the warmth and daylight of summer. I just like the warm fuggyness (is that even a word?) of this shot.
I had a free day to go shooting yesterday and it was just so wet and miserable that I stayed at home. that's how dedicated I am.
Taken a few minutes walk from the house. Nikon d700 & 50mm lens.
Please do the right thing and lay off the banners and graphics. You are supposed to post your pictures in your stream, not mine. Thanks.
Great bright photo of this car although looking at it from a straight on shot , that 6 has to be executed better...gonna have to lay off tha wobbly pops when paiting for a while...Thanks for tha bench EVO!
This song sparrow was poking around on the inside of the Encore azalea and landed in view for just a moment. This was shot through my home-office window.
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After a long lay off, my first attempt at getting back behind the lens had to be here at my default location. With a new camera and renewed enthusiasm, I'm hoping to get more consistent this year. This particular snap resulted in wet feet - but it was good to be back out in search of the occasional 'keeper'.
And it’s happened again, and what has become a regular this week. North east of Scotland being spoilt for tractor on the beds. I’ve been recording more with use of the Z5 for YouTube. Laying off the picture taking, done all that through March - May…..but, sunset and 37 on the sleeper. Wasn’t making do with ‘a still shot’.
With GBRF in limbo mode with the shoeboxes, SRPS have a contract to run 37403 on the Aberdeen beds, in a worst case scenario. Well! Happened Thursday last week, cancelled, then pop, 37 in. A team is a go! Getting pictures of 1A25 or 1B16 have been difficult with cloud cover (east and west) only Sunday, there was nothing.
As a PSA, Glasgow works is now open again to ‘maintain’ the 73/9 fleet for GBRF, which sorta helps….
73968 acting as a coupling mechanism has made seeing the sleeper more entertaining with full power (as much as possible) Seen here at Drumlithie
After this, I don't think I have any more photos I can match to 'Dock of the Bay' lyrics, so I'll have to lay off for awhile. I went down to a floating dock near where we were staying on Clayoquot Sound to take this, and when I looked around behind me, my older son was busily engaged in shoving back and forth one of the larger boats that was moored to the dock. He had assumed, incorrectly, that the boat was empty. The scowling face of the occupant indicated he was not at all pleased with the over-exuberance of 10-year olds. And I, the ever attentive parent, was too wrapped up in photography to notice what was happening... I think the beauty of the sunset mollified the old man rather quickly though, so no permanent damage to the mood was done. Here, the mountains of western Vancouver island are irrepressible, regardless of any human foibles.
Explored 2015-09-01
The first light of sunrise strikes the peaks of the Mamore Mountains in the West Highlands of Scotland. On the far right are the Easain mountains, in the middle the distinctive round peak of Meall Mor and on the left the peak of Meall Doire na h-Achlais. Taken from the top of Stob Mhic Mhartuin, Glencoe. This was my first day back in the mountains taking photographs after a 4 month lay off, having injured my knee in a fall coming down a mountain, it was good to be back.
Hermit Basin from the Gordon River Road, with Koruna Peak (930m) peeping through between layers of clag.
The sun had already set and the mist was starting to rise in and around the islands and narrows of the basin creating a natural Orton Effect.
Hermit Basin is another part of Lake Pedder - a large man-made body of water resulting from a 1970s hydro-electric scheme.
Has been a bit of a challenge to lay off the contrast in this edit. Contrast is the enemy of mist!
Nikon Z6, Nikkor Z 24-70/4 S, 1/30th sec at f/9.0 ISO 400
Since I've been doing photography, I've realized how many of life's moments we just fritter away and let slip through our fingers. There are memories we wish we could remember better, having them enblazened on our minds like the burn of a red-hot, branding iron, but which we lost the clarity of through the blur of time.
This day in 2008 was a stolen moment. It was a few weeks before Christmas, and I'd gone to see my former boss at the fabric store where I used to work before being layed off. There was a Christmas Parade, so I couldn't get through, and so I stopped along the river at one of the local parks to take some photos and kill time. Instead, I think I made it live.
During this time, my mother was dying. I was home almost 24/7 with her, and that one month was one of the only times in the last six years where I wasn't doing much photography. I didn't have time, and didn't have energy. Mom demanded most of my reserves, as she was a C.O.P.D. patient, and would go into respiratory failure. Only a few days after this photo was taken, she fell for her first and only time. I was getting very little sleep, and was afraid to leave her for very long, but she was doing better that day, and I needed to take a few moments for myself, which I felt incredibly guilty about.
The day seemed oddly blank. There was little color in it, and though there were countless seagulls and water birds, the reminder of impending death was there, as well. There was a bird with a gangrenous foot that I knew would die soon, and of course, my thoughts drifted back to my own life, and my mother, wondering if her oxygen was turned up enough, or if she was managing getting around the house without me there. It seemed that attempting to grab a few, precious moments for myself was not going as planned I don't remember much about the day except the few moments I spent looking out over the hazy, colorless river.
On Christmas Day, my mom passed away. sometimes I think if I'd known I would've lost her so soon, I wouldn't have left her side for a minute. Then again, it was the fact that I retained the memory of who I was that helped me get past the grief ahead, and the few quiet moments I had to spend with God that helped give me the strength that I lacked to go on. I learned through that time that you can give and give until you're spent, but if there's nothing left of you, there's nothing left to help anyone else with, either. Jesus said to love your neighbor as yourself. He didn't say MORE than yourself. It's not wrong to care about yourself. It's only wrong when you AWAYS place yourself before others. Some of us, like my mother, always put themselves in the Giver role, reducing their own self worth until they literally despise themselves. The unfortunate side effect of this is that they don't view others as better, or more deserving of the sacrifices they make for them, but rather, underneath it all, resent other people. It's a passive/agressive thing, I guess. I watched my mother do that for years, always sacrificing and helping, but letting herself go and suffering. She was bitter and unhappy. She felt guilty if she took care of herself. We're taught to be selfless, but on the other hand, we're people, each worthy of respect and dignity. Bottom line: you have to take care of, and care FOR yourself, or you're no good to anyone, including yourself, and including God!
So, this respite was a meager attempt at being healthy, and it's funny to me how it stands out in my mind now. You can't escape your troubles, but you can diminish them a little, it seems. It's a melancholy memory.
I posted this photo before, but this is a new edit. I'm taking advantage of Picnik's textures while I still can. This shot has three layers of texture on it. One wouldn't give me the effect I wanted. I hope it's not coming out too dark. The computer I'm working on today has a very bright screen, so let me know if it is, and I'll fix it!
Rekindling my enjoyment of learning the guitar after many years of lay off. This is a new steel string acoustic (known as Basil) I got for my birthday last year, A bit of retro processing and voila.
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this is the second part of the Four Elements collab i'm doing with my favorite girls<3
(this is earth)
Earth
Air
Fire
i really really like this. and i knowww it's a portrait and i said i wasn't going to do many of those, but i think it combines my love for nature photography as well, SO LAY OFF hahaha;D
this week has been really busy, but fun. i went to a friend's for her birthday on friday, and we watched the Swan Princess (it's a tradition, don't ask why hahaha) and did blind makeovers. it was really great(:
this took me over two hours to edit o: that's the longest i've spent on a picture since this one.
ITS A 15 PICTURE EXPANSION. craziness...
AND
THIS TOOK ME LIKE OVER AN HOUR TO UPLOAD
I THINK THE FILE WAS CORRUPTED
BUT IT FINALLY WORKED
IM SO RELIEVED
YAYY
but anyway, i hope you all had a good week and i love you all!<3
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZLmelFjmrwQ
I won't apologize when I speak my mind
I'm just bein' me, so lay off
If they can fool myself, it's called raisin' hell
I guess that I'm an outlaw
While waiting for a meet to take place between tac loads and empties on the Missabe’s Two Harbors line at Fairbanks, Minnesota, my Son and I passed the time by harvesting this fist-full of vintage date nails from a pile of old rotting railroad ties that were laying off in the weeds. – He was able to find this variety which spanned four decades of DM&IR history ranging from the 1930s into the 1960s.
Just think how many times big Duluth Missabe & Iron Range 2-8-8-4 Yellowstone steam power had pounded over the crossties at this remote location that had contained some of these very same date nails. – July 11th, 1997 ~~ A Jeff Hampton Photograph ©
White Island lays off the Northwest shore Of Camiguin Island, part of the Visayan Islands of the southern Philippines.
After a morning at the dentist having a filling (I need to lay off the biscuits) I found myself with enough time to head up to Alport to catch some of the glorious sunshine.
The small lake was looking good with a skim of ice on it's surface and some good reflections.
Thank goodness my boots are watertight as I had to wade out over the reeds to get what I wanted.
She is one of the three young female cats I have been documenting since around their birth last year. The three of them and their mother were waiting for an OAP from the village who feeds them every morning.
It was over 40C that day and this was taken around 7ish in the morning.
Nikkor F=300mm 1:4 ED (non-VR)
Alentejo, Portugal
July 2022
Seen in 2015 in the modernised environment of St Katherine's Docks just east of the Tower of London are three old ladies of the Thames, all approaching their 100th birthdays.
SB Lady Daphne is a wooden Thames sailing barge, built in Rochester, England in 1923. She was used to carry various cargoes such as bricks and Portland stone on the River Thames and along the English Channel. Lady Daphne was commissioned in 1921 by David J Bradley of Thomas Watson (Shipping), a prominent barge owning company in Rochester, Kent. She was built by Short Bros. She was one of the last sailing barges to be built from wood, but was built from a plan, (from lines) rather than laying off a half-hull model. She is named after Bradley's new-born daughter, Daphne. She had two sister ships, the SB Lady Jean and the SB Lord Haig. On Boxing Day 1927, Lady Daphne's skipper was washed overboard and the two remaining crew members abandoned her off the Cornish coast. However Lady Daphne, with only the skipper's canary on board, sailed herself from the Lizard to Tresco in the Scilly Isles onto a few tens of yards of safe sand.
Xylonite and Adieu are the third and fifth of seven steel-hulled Thames barges built between 1924 and 1930 for F W Horlock of Mistley. One, Blue Mermaid, was lost to a mine during World War II but the remainder are all still afloat.
Xylonite is 26.5m long, with a beam of 5.64m and a draught of 0.91m. She is assessed at 68 grt. Built of steel, and perhaps lacking the romance of a wooden ship, she has a greater cargo-carrying capacity, and is lighter and cheaper to operate. The name Xylonite derives from the original 1869 name for celluloid.
Xylonite appeared in the 2017 film Dunkirk and Lady Daphne has at least one TV appearance to her name; six of her sisters went to Dunkirk in 1940.
Well you can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bm5HKlQ6nGM -
Elvis Presley
Resolutions: It is believed that the Babylonians were the first to make New Year's resolutions, and people all over the world have been breaking them ever since. The early Christians believed the first day of the new year should be spent reflecting on past mistakes and resolving to improve oneself in the new year.
Have you made your New Year Resolutions for 2008??? ;~)
Death is a Dialogue ..
between The Spirit and the Dust.
"Dissolve" says Death -- The Spirit "Sir
I have another Trust" --
Death doubts it -- Argues from the Ground --
The Spirit turns away
Just laying off for evidence
An Overcoat of Clay.
~~Emily Dickinson
Yeah Yeah my photoshop is bad, lay off me. I haven't used the program in ages...
I also hate windows vista...I miss my computer so much
#17- if you haven't noticed I have a mild obsession with the primary colours, hahah
With so many coots in the flock floating aimlessly in the lake it's easy to overlook their beauty and unique qualities ... ok this one will have to lay off the donuts for a while.
LVHS34 and 36 are seen on the Summer lay-off in July 1991, these Leyland Leopards were new in 1963 with Ogle designed bodies built by CIE in Inchicore, the bodies had issues and were re-boded in 1970 by Van Hool in Belgium with "Vistadome" the body type, by 1991 Dundalk Garage were still operating this "LVH" type on schools but at that stage their days were numbered.
The legend of Pele's X goes something like this. The goddess Pele tortured each of the islands of Hawaii, spewing lava and killing crops. Finally, the locals became so frustrated that they asked what they could do to make her stop. In exchange for a sacrifice from each island, she would cease the madness and lay off the spewing.
As each island complied, Pele committed to her promise with a large “X” somewhere on their land. Apparently, the native Hawaiians had a story for everything.
Standing at a height of about 400 ft, the X was formed naturally by crossing dykes in the lava, which was later filled with the more dense blue stone, creating the illusion of a massive carving.
This huge berg lay off shore like a large ship, avoiding proximity to the crashing waves. You can see gravel from its glacier roots in Greenland still lying on its flat surface.
Knight's Cove, Bonavista Bay NL
After a lay off of 3 years, the Duchy is again receiving cement traffic. Moorswater is visited by Colas traction and PCA tanks. The inaugural train worked down by class 70 70808 on 30th Nov as 6C35 from Aberthaw, and returned next day as 6C36 10.06 from Moorswater.
Image straightened - though now looks wonky to me!!
Trumpeter Swans eat mostly grass and other greens. This one is looking definitely plump. It should lay off the dressing. Likely it is that extra insulation that has allowed it to survive the cold of the winter though.
Well, its one for the money,
Two for the show,
Three to get ready,
Now go, cat, go.
But dont you step on my blue suede shoes.
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.
La pratique artistique diversifiée de Raphaela Vogel fait fusionner des médias qui sont à première vue opposés: objets, sculptures, collages, peintures, vidéos et musique. Elle éveille ainsi des paysages oniriques qui racontent une histoire tout sauf claire et linéaire. Avec beaucoup d'humour et de légèreté, ses sculptures remettent en question de grandes idéologies telles que l'impérialisme ou le colonialisme. À une époque où les sculptures publiques font l'objet d'un débat à l'échelle internationale, cette artiste casse les codes avec ce qu'elle appelle les medium-sized narratives. C'est la réponse à deux discours: les grandes histoires souvent critiquées que l'on voit illustrées dans les monuments et la micropolitique, qui suppose que l'on peut changer le monde en commençant par soi-même. Tel un compromis entre les deux discours, Raphaela Vogel raconte des histoires 'de taille moyenne', parfaits successeurs des idéologies poussiéreuses et dépassées dont la date de péremption est aujourd'hui plus que passée.
L'artiste s'amuse avec le motif séculaire dans l'histoire de l'art où deux animaux doivent protéger un élément en l'entourant symétriquement, éloignant ainsi le mal. Pour Beaufort, elle choisit deux girafes. Ces dernières essaient de se faire plus grandes en se hissant sur des réfrigérateurs ordinaires en guise de socle. De par leur caractère non menaçant et leur slogan appelant à la reconnaissance des medium-sized narratives, elles introduisent un nouveau type de monument, sans glorification, plus approprié à l'époque actuelle.
Les girafes semblent faire référence à Testreep, l'île qui se trouvait au large de la côte et à laquelle Ostende ('Oost-einde', ou extrémité orientale) doit son nom. Au XVe siècle, cette langue de terre a été définitivement submergée par la mer du Nord. Les fossiles échoués sur le rivage témoignent aujourd'hui encore de l'activité humaine et animale de l'époque. Si des girafes ont déambulé à Testreep? On ne le sait pas (encore), l'artiste s'en remet entièrement à la riche imagination des spectateurs.
Avec beaucoup d'humour et de légèreté, les sculptures de Raphaela Vogel remettent en question de grandes idéologies telles que l'impérialisme ou le colonialisme.
Raphaela Vogel's diverse artistic practice merges media that are at first glance opposed: objects, sculptures, collages, paintings, videos and music. It thus awakens dreamlike landscapes that tell a story that is anything but clear and linear. With a lot of humor and lightness, his sculptures question great ideologies such as imperialism or colonialism. At a time when public sculptures are the subject of international debate, this artist breaks codes with what she calls medium-sized narratives. This is the answer to two discourses: the often criticized great stories that we see illustrated in monuments and micropolitics, which assumes that we can change the world by starting with ourselves. Like a compromise between the two discourses, Raphaela Vogel tells 'medium-sized' stories, perfect successors of dusty and outdated ideologies whose expiration date is now more than passed.
The artist plays with the centuries-old motif in art history where two animals must protect an element by surrounding it symmetrically, thus warding off evil. For Beaufort, she chooses two giraffes. The latter try to make themselves bigger by hoisting themselves on ordinary refrigerators as a base. By their non-threatening character and their slogan calling for the recognition of medium-sized narratives, they introduce a new type of monument, without glorification, more appropriate to the present day.
Giraffes seem to refer to Testreep, the island that lay off the coast and to which Ostend ('Oost-einde', or eastern end) owes its name. In the 15th century, this tongue of land was permanently submerged by the North Sea. Fossils washed up on the shore still bear witness to human and animal activity at the time. If giraffes roamed Testreep? We do not know (yet), the artist relies entirely on the rich imagination of the spectators.
With a lot of humor and lightness, Raphaela Vogel's sculptures challenge great ideologies such as imperialism or colonialism.