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Jersey Bus Tours Cannon loads for another tour of the island when seen at Liberation Square St Helier. 01/11/14
Log loader used in connection with skidder. Hilton Dodge Company. 1910. Photo by Huron H. Smith.
Location: Town, Georgia, U.S.A., North America
Original material: 5x7 inch glass negative
Digital Identifier: CSB31335
A word of thanks to the contractor involved who was lifting first cut silage near Kildorrery County Cork
Or.. what's left of it.
I can tell you this much, even though I was only two steps into this loading dock when I took the picture, it smelled absolutely disgusting. Damn * no pun intended*
Packard Plant, Detroit - MI
memory lane******2200 lb supply bundles exit from 10,000 ft over S. Vietnam headed for the troops in the jungles below. This was leads four bundle drop to check for accuracy, the rest followed with a 16 bundle load. The high altitude kept us away from SA7 missiles and other nasty projectiles. Recovery of goods was nearly 97%.
From the same position as the previous photo, but turned to the right, we see the loading dock. From here wagons could be unloaded onto the hard standing in the centre of the photo or the crane could lower blocks down to the roadway immediately below.
The front of one of our new O2 Money prepaid Visa cards - Load & Go. For more information on O2 Money, visit www.o2.co.uk/money.
Volvo L90D wheel front-end loader carries asphalt debris to rear dump truck. Broadway Bridge, Ann Arbor, 2003
I shot this picture prior to leaving Henderson. I'm now in Idaho. The power, phone and internet are all on. The trip was insanely miserable. The trucks wouldn't go over 30 mph when going up any grade. Deanna left her wallet in the bathroom at a McDonald's. I'm glad it's all over with. You really can't beat the weather here. It's been nice and cool.
Mum em bảo rằng không được nói dối nhưng sao khó quá anh à. Thôi nói thật lòng anh nhé..." Em nhớ Anh quá trời!!!"
Cardstock: Bazzill; Printed Paper: Pink Paislee, Basic Grey; Button: Stash; Floss: Bazzill; Stickers: American Crafts; Font: American Typewriter; Sketch: Pencil Lines
Passengers eye view from a Straddle Carrier operator's cabin.
Trucks await loading or discharging. They reverse into the bay and await a Straddle Carrier...
Six children Silhouettes
These are SILHOUETTES - not shadows.
I took all of their photos while standing in the doorway with the bright sky behind them. I adjusted the colors with flickr toys and added their frame. These are actually silhouettes and not shadows. You can see the neighborhood trees showing in some of them. If you look close at the yellow one you can see his eye still.
I need to do some adjusting to make this work better but I am trying.
When doing the flickr toy they cut some of the older ones heads off. I want to also make our daughters "pink" somehow. Her hair is braided here and I would like one of her with her hair down. Just having fun playing in between loads of laundry.
Created with fd's Flickr Toys.
While Leatherneck's team organizes their withdrawal, elsewhere the team led by Sergeant Slaughter have captured a HISS IV. Lady Gaga has used the alien key given to her by the last of the Time Lords to not only break into the tank, but utilize it as well. The Joes Sam, Mikaela and Recondo follow the Sarge into the personnel bay. It is a tight fit.
Mikaela: How did all those No-Vipers fit in here? The four of us can barely fit.
Redondo smiles.
Recondo: They didn't have to contend with the girth of a former WWF champion though.
Mikaela: And a Hall of Famer, class of 2004!
The Sarge smirks as Mikaela looks at Sam, her eyes open wide in the anticipation of Sam's glee at the accurate wrestling reference made by his girlfriend. What she finds is a look of complete distraction that borders on panic. The Sarge too notices Sam's removal from the moment. His eyes flicker to Mikaela and reassure her that Sam will be okay.
Outside of the hold, Clutch awkwardly walks alongside the slow moving tank. Rock n' Roll sits at the turret above, looking down at his struggling friend. Rock n' Roll cannot resist prodding.
Rock n' Roll: Hey Clutch, if you think you're hauling a heavy load, it ain't nothing next to the load Mik...
Clutch whips his head around and deliver eyes of death to his best friend.
Clutch: My niece has nothing to do with your loads, Rock n' Roll! Nothing to do with them!
Rock n' Roll laughs.
Rock n' Roll: Yeah but you look pretty sexy carryin' my load like that. Heh heh.
Clutch: Can we stop calling it a 'load', man? I'm carryin' your pack! Your pack!
Rock n' Roll: Haha! Call it whatever you want, Clutch. Heh heh.
The team moves forward for a few moments, then Rock n' Roll looks down at his friend again.
Rock n' Roll: Clutch, just haul that load up here man. We'd make a lot more ground if...
Clutch: There's no room man. If I was up there or I left your bag up there, I'd just interrupt the line of fire. I'm fine down here, carryin' your load... I mean bag! I'm carryin' your bag!
Rock n' Roll: Hahaha!
Clutch tilts his head and perks his ears.
Clutch: Hey man, shut up a minute... did you hear that?
Rock n' Roll listens, but shakes his head.
Rock n' Roll: All I hear is tank, dude.
Clutch: Nah man. It was something different. Something else...
Loading large burlap bags of spices onto a rickshaw in the narrow streets of the old Delhi spice market.