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The Mississagi is stopped at Fairport Harbor along Lake Erie taking on a load of sand on a beautiful morning in July, 2020. Three large front end loaders (two can be seen in the photo) work continuously to keep conveyor belts filled with sand.
Scene on the Huanan narrow gauge line wich also used a railcar in daily use for passenger Service and good transportation until 2007.
China, Nov. 2005 (scanned slide)
BR Railfreight 58004 was recorded waiting at the loading pad at Baddesley Colliery near Tamworth while the MGR hoppers are loaded with coal to be moved to Ironbridge Power Station. The incoming empties had arrived as the 6G24 10:02 from Ironbridge PS but alas, my notes do not comfirm the return working details. This North Warwickshire colliery closed in 1989.
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My entry for the 2013 Bio-Cup over on Mocpages. Cervatus and his Power Loader.
This exosuit is made to be very similar to the Power Loader featured in the movie Aliens. Designed to fit a 10 inch tall Bionicle figure, this exosuit is fully posable and removable from the character itself.
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Hope this big guy makes me get into Round 3, this was a blast to build!
To see this just a little easier, here it is on white and zoomed in a little.
Comments and faves appreciated!
60085 loading at Rylstone Swinden Quarry, 60085 will run around and take the loaded limestone out as 6D37 12:27 Rylstone to Hunslet Tilcon.
12th December 2024
An empty Weston hopper train crosses over the Kinnickinnic River as a loaded Weston coal passes on the adjacent track.
Loaded Powder River coal train #736 rumbles south through Dalton, Georgia on the Norfolk Southern Atlanta North District.
So... The ŁM-50 tracked front-end overhead loader model in 1:13 is finally finished and Johanna Gambolputty is ready to present it ;) . Pre-Christmas frenzy, however, is not the best time to film/photograph a new model so for now - just this one family photo. The other models are old, very old, but I've just overhauled them and will probably film them together with the ŁM-50, for the first time in decent quality. They deserve it, methinks, for nostalgic reasons if not anything else.
Delivery service, Hangzhou, China
Isaiah 22:25
In that day, declares the Lord of hosts, the peg that was fastened in a secure place will give way, and it will be cut down and fall, and the load that was on it will be cut off, for the Lord has spoken.”
The FarmRail is a pretty neat outfit.Mark & I stopped in the office and a Boss told us what was running where and the consist.We opted for this oil load due to the FarmRail painted power.A ton of non painted power exist and these geeps are becoming rare.Here we oil loads south of Hobart Oklahoma.Oil is huge business to the railroad, hence all the new unpainted power. 05/21/13
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//Alewya - Channel High\\
Lyrical Spit
Wanna dust, wanna dip
This corrupt, this is shit
Wanna fly out this bitch
This is planned, this is script
But you won't, must assist
Must persist, plot the twist
Where they won they got you whipped
Think you're powerless, I beg to differ
Clueless, maybe, yeah
We can fix, first we tear
Let you know what's in there
Let me start, let me dare
Beat the fear, give me glare
Feel the flare, bang ya chest to the snare
Ain't no bypassin' this shit, just face it bare
[Chorus]
Oosa, let me loosa in ya wonder
Oosa, let the truth out, let me shudder
Who's her? It's the mother, it's the mother
Come as only lover and a hunter
Oosa, ground her power in my breathing
Oosa, keep me balanced, keep me even
Oosa, feel the blood, feel it bleedin'
Feelings deep in, I'm receiving, I'm receiving
Inna riddim is the beat I play (Beat I play)
Inna riddim turn me to a renegade
Inna riddim only speak in soul
Don't give a fuck to speak another way
So done are the days when I cared to give a show
And you will only take me as I know me (Know me)
Because I've lost my composure over and over
And met my maker in the thick of it
Oosa, make me wonder, make me wonder
Oosa, make me wonder, make me wonder
Armed and dangerous
Ain't too many, ain't scared of us
They'll label us notorious
We glorious, victorious
It's all for love
'Cause I come in peace
I come with trees
I come with ease
I come with greeze
(Wanna guess what I am channeling?)
Bring the beat, don't leave them dangling
'Cause they know I love them from the start
Not a stranger, been here, familiar
And to call on me, open your heart
(We are always here, never apart)
Through the spaces and the in-betweens
Where the words give weight to what you mean
When the words don't flow, don't feel defeat
If you know, you know, presence will speak
(Oosa, let me loosa in your wonder)
(Who's her? It's the mother, it's the mother)
Oosa, let me loosa in your wonder
Let the truth out, let me shudder
I want all, want love, all of your rapture
Ee-dee-dee-dah
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In typical Alco fashion, 4490 warbles into action starting it's train on the return leg of a SteamFest shuttle service to Paterson.
Cardstock: Bazzill; Printed Paper: KI Memories, American Crafts; Thickers: American Crafts; Stickers: American Crafts; Brad: Bo Bunny, Font: Milk & Cereal, Scraplift: Jody Wenke
Union Pacific's Cache Valley Local sets out a load of cotton seed in Preston, Idaho on June 16, 2018.
At the turn of the year, 2019/2020, I made a pilgrimage to the last holdout of steam-powered revenue rail service in the world. Isolated physically due to its location on the Gobi Desert's cold lifeless plains and figuratively in time from its outdated-yet-enduring technology, the otherwise unremarkable coal mine railroad at Sandaoling in the Xinjiang Autonomous Region of western China became the focus of steam aficionados the world over, the final thread to which workaday steam locomotion grasped while all other counterparts dissolved into nothing more than memories. As 2019 turned to 2020, a lucky seven JS class 2-8-2s clung to life here, living out their final days and concurrently the final days of steam operation, amidst rumors of the demise of the pit mine and the closure of the railroad as collateral damage. Against an outlook certainly bleak, an awe-inspiring show played out each and every day, commencing with the servicing at sun-up, turning to the dramatic performance of 8-coupled drivers marching in unison to lift their payload out of the pit at midday, concluding with volcano-like displays of sparks being hurled out of the stacks come nightfall.
The trip itself was an adventure. After a few days of sleeper-car and high speed train trips across the eastern half of the country, exploring ancient wonders and the unique facets of daily Chinese life at every stop along the way, we touched down late-night in the Gobi city of Hami, nearby to Sandaoling. A sputtering, poorly sealed, knock-off Land Cruiser of unknown Chinese branding was our chariot, picked up from a mom-and-pop rental car agency and filled with gas from a station gated and secured from foreigners. Checkpoints dotted the landscape, inside which curious guard personnel checked with much apprehension the identification cards of us American "tourists", a strange demographic to a region so guarded and far-removed from anything most of the western world had ever seen. All the while, a pair of security guards assigned specifically to shadow our presence kept constant surveillance on each and every one of our actions--or at least in theory, as the surprisingly incompetent group showed little concern with our behaviors or understanding in our unusual fascination with the steam locomotives that plied the land and mostly left us to ourselves. Overtones of Uyghur suppression, one of the current world's most notorious cases of governmental immorality, ran rampant in every facet of life in Xinjiang. But against such serious topics of personal freedoms and alleged genocide, our journey explored fresh experiences and created lasting memories; perusing the wares of vendors of markets on densely-packed city streets, munching on freshly rolled noodles each morning at the breakfast joint in a small desert town, stumbling across a long-abandoned village with remnants of a larger-than-life mural of Chairman Mao fading on its stone flanks at the town's center. And perhaps most memorable of all were the exchanges of friendly smiles from the faces of different shapes and colors living half a world away that have so little in common of language to lifestyle, but nevertheless share perhaps the most fundamental connection of all: humanity.
At the start of 2020, the daunting tick of the clock in its eleventh hour could be heard all around Sandaoling. It was to be the last year for the mine railroad and would bring to a close over 200 years of motive power history it burdened on its shoulders. Estimations proved to be exaggerated, as 2020 came-and-went, as did 2021, with steam still clinging to life. But the grave was finally dug in 2022. In late April, the last coal trains from the pit mine ascended to the desert floor and most of the fires were unceremoniously dropped shortly thereafter. Almost immediately, demolition crews began scouring the earth at the physical plant, ripping up the tracks into the pit and stabbing the final dagger into Sandaoling. It is rumored that a couple steam locomotives will remain to switch the small yard that connects the nearby underground mine to the national rail network. These will join the rumored sporadic revenue steam operations spread in small pockets of the globe such as Asia and eastern Europe.
But truly, it is all over. Steam locomotion's reign lasted over two centuries and played a monumental role in shaping the world into what what it looks like and how it operates in the modern age. Its pragmatic functionality has been praised for its ground-breaking utility and grand sensory effects, enduring long after the innovations conceived to replace it were implemented in droves. But time and technology always marches on, and continuous improvement yields more efficient means of solving society's problems. The limitations of steam and its more feasible alternatives were realized many moons ago, though they took longer to travel to wind-swept Sandaoling, where on an early morning in the first days of 2020 JS #8225 rested in anticipation of a fresh load of coal and water at the Dongbolizhan depot. But as right as things were on that cold January morning, there was never a doubt that the demise of steam would catch up with Sandaoling, too. With the loss of these scenes, the final chapter has been written on steam's incredible story, 118 years after Trevithick's locomotive plied the rails for the first time. The fireboxes have gone cold, and Gobi Desert plains are now even colder.