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Mi ero spinta sin dove finiva la bancbina, mentre attendevo il mio treno.
Tranquilli, volevo solo scattare una foto. Mi ha sempre affascinato il groviglio dei binari, il loro incontrarsi e dividersi in un gioco senza fine
Again pushing the old 1000s and and the fuji100 film to their limits I managed this image of 1970 smoking towards Belmont in the afterglow of a Little Karoo sunset. A perfect end to a great days pricing.
Mamiya 645. FujiRDP.
Chongqing architecture has no limits. One of the most famous examples is Liziba station, where a monorail runs through a building.
Really stretching the limits of modern cameras, in near darkness 69008 rumbles through Doncaster station working the Middleton Towers to Goole Glassworks sand train.
6E88 1226 Middleton Towers Gbrf to Goole Glassworks Gbrf.
This was the 2nd '56' passing in the 20 minutes we were here for the first being a named Colas example heading south of the path of a cancelled Haverton Hill to Doncaster working.
68009 is roaring towards Tyseley with 1R15 the 08.37 Marylebone to Birmingham Moor Street.
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The secret world of the STS
This is the last episode of the current series of STS: Who Dares Shoots, unless Flickr commission another series or they decide to film a celebrity version or a Christmas special. So far, we have seen the recruits cope with barren living conditions, strength sapping yomps to locations on their doorstep, marmite and whiskey initiation ceremonies and shooting conditions to push them to their very limits of tolerance and sanity.
However, they must prove themselves and pass the most hideous task of all... a task so brutal and torturous that most military organisations have outlawed it. To this day only the STS and the SAS (a more humane version than the STS it must be said) employ the skills of the “Umpire”.
It is the Umpire’s sole purpose to utilise tactics that have been outlawed by the Geneva convention since the end of the Second World War. However, at the highest level, they are still permitted solely for training purposes in case the STS are ever called into action behind enemy lines or for domestic crises. Each recruit must recognise these tactics and handle the situation without retaliation. To this day all active Umpires within the STS are not known publicly and only the recruits from each intake have seen their faces. Their word is final and overrules all DT commands such is the responsibility of their role.
Unbeknown to the recruits, the Umpire had been planted within this intake from the very outset – watching, listening, observing! From the very start, subtle tactics were being employed – on day one, up on the glen overlooking Buachaille Etive Mòr the first signs were visible, but not to the uninitiated. Only when the recruits congregated around a feature such as a pond or a rock for foreground interest did the Umpire come into play, strategically placing tripod legs in the way of the recruit’s compositions. Later in the day the recruits travelled the road that winds down the glen to Loch Etive, bypassing the cliché shot that is James Bond and Skyfall - it’s only for the tourists now, although C4 couldn’t resist and bagged a couple of frames.
At the end of the glen is a lone tree framed by a classical glacial-formed u-shaped valley. Few know of this location and even fewer have ventured this far down, but C6 had recced the location in advance... could he be a DT or more importantly the Umpire? Many shots were taken at this location by all the recruits but equally, many were ruined by a tog wandering across their compositions and setting up a tripod mid-shoot. It wasn’t C6!
Maybe, in future uploads some of the recruits will share with us the number of canned images spoilt by the Umpire. I have it on good authority that C4 canned 137! If you find this Dick Dastardly technique of sabotage too unpalatable to cope with, rest assured it’s all in the name of training.
In most locations the recruits coped admirable, jostling for key positions, but keeping their cool about elbows and tripods in confined spaces. All except C7 who tended to wander off on his own at locations. The DTs will have to bring him in for a chat to see if the tactics of the Umpire from day one has psychologically affected the youngest member of the intake.
The climax came at Elgol and a location generally known in togging circles as Joe Cornish’s boulder or JCB... some of the wittier recruits renamed the ‘B’ with an anatomical part, but after all this is a family series so we’ll leave that up to your own imagination.
Such is the choice of locations and compositions in this area that the recruits split up in order to mitigate the effect of the Umpire – could they have worked it out? Where they all on the way to completing and passing the course... the next few hours would tell. C4 and C8 headed straight for JCB and bagged a few early bankers while the others spread themselves out leaving the Umpire to revert back to normal togging. It was only with the setting sun did the recruits congregate at JCB, but the Umpire had anticipated this and had encamped there first. It was a massacre... big tripod legs came out, spread wide and low. No gorilla pods, beanbag or handheld shooting here. The recruits were flummoxed – this was meant to be one of the holy grails of Skye for togs!
C8 had already proved to be nimble out in the wild and opted for the lowest position on the right where most of the other togs, including the Umpire couldn’t get into. The ever so enthusiastic and highly competitive C5 took his chance and encamped on the left - right under the nose of the Umpire... brave man! C2 arrived next but was forced to wait until the slightest of gaps opened... fair play to the recruit, he took his chance and was in like Flynn. Four down... three to go!
C4 arrived next but had to wait, so took the opportunity to polish his equipment as no chance of gate-crashing that spot. Eventually C2 gave way, presumably suffering from cramp, and allowed C4 to grab a few desperate shots as the last sun rays retracted from the JCB. Five down... two to go!
Alas, this is as good as it got. C6 never made it to the JCB, but to his credit opted for other, less shot compositions (that will count well with the DTs in the final selections – originality counts big!) It is not clear if C7 was ever aware of JCB, but true to his unique skills-set went in search of other gems (which will also count well with the DTs).
But readers do not be disheartened with this outcome, the objective of this STS course is to find the very limits of togging endurance, tenacity, team building and comradeship... and to push beyond. The important thing is, not one recruit went VW.
If you have a location, if no one else will go with you and if you can find them, maybe you can join the Tog-Team!
But remember – the first rule of STS is: You do not talk about STS.
And finally, if you’re out shooting and a man wearing a red cap walks into your shot or sets up a tripod too close for comfort, just remember he may be a member of the STS. Just don’t mess with the best!
After passing the truck with the wind turbine motor on it, twice, we left highway 10 and got on highway 62 for a short bit and stopped in the middle of the Wind Farm and waited on the side of the road for the truck to come by. Apparently it had a dinner date somewhere else, it never came by. As we waited though, I noticed a 25 mph sign next to where we parked. I believe it's for the wind turbines. I hear if they go too fast, they could actually pick up the entire Coachella Valley and drop us in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
View on black or I'll drop rocks on you as we fly by (I've got plenty of rocks now too)
HSS
Ordesa, puro invierno, puro mal tiempo. La nieve y las nubes lo cubrían todo, pero había instantes en los que se habrían pequeñas ventanas. La difícil decisión de poner un objetivo corto o preparar la cámara con un tele. En esta ocasión el tele fue bueno
I was shooting lighting (or trying at least) from parking structure 7 at ASU tonight... This caught my eye..
CSX local J716 holds shy of the end of the Chesapeake & Indiana's trackage in Wellsboro as they wait for a clear signal back on to the Garret Sub. This is the former Pere Marquette Lacrosse Branch, which is now the CKIN between here and Lacrosse.
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At the Air Show in Gatineau Québec today, a Lockheed Martin F-35 Lightning dazzled the crowd with a display of raw power and agility. The $80M stealth multirole fighter is a candidate for replacement of Canada's ageing fleet of CF-18 Hornets, which have been in service since the early 80's.
The pilot seemed to be pushing the allowable speed limits, getting very close to breaking the sound barrier.