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Managed to get in a quick walk before the next band of rain passes through - simple scene before you, the fence to the right and well trodden path of local dog walkers to the left. The woods in the distance and the dappled sky add further interest.
Ivatt 2MT 41312 steams away from Midsomer Norton during a 30742 Charters event.
Locomotive: Ivatt 2MT 2-6-2T 41312.
Location: The Somerset & Dorset Railway Heritage Trust, Midsomer Norton, Somerset.
I do love a classic class one local freight so here's another frame of this scene.
CSXT Readville based local L001 with GP40-2 6234 (blt. Feb. 1979 as BO 4335 in Chessie paint) is working the big Home Depot distribution center out at the end of the mile and a half long Westwood Industrial Park Lead. This local had scooted down Amtrak's Northeast Corridor mainline with seven loads and then accessed this little branch via a hand throw switch off Main 1 just west of the Route 128 station platforms. This industrial park was developed by the New Haven railroad in the 1950s, and was once laced with customers as indicated by the multitude of rusty and weed choked sidings that reach to assorted warehouses which were all once rail shippers. Alas only Home Depot remains to keep this obscure little line alive but is busy enough to warrant five day a week service.
Norwood, Massachusetts
Wednesday October 1, 2025
It seems not so many people in Acharacle were born and bred here. It seems most people have come here, as some sort of escape. Having emerged from some Central American jungle with Special Forces he took a map of Scotland and decided to stick a pin in it, to go fishing there. And so he came to Loch Shiel and Acharacle and within two days (so his story goes) fell in love with the place. And the peace and tranquility. He bought a small houseboat and lives in it, by the shore. Robert is everybody's friend: will help anyone, talk to anyone, guide anyone, especially around the 28 km long loch he loves so much and knows intimately. He's a local hero in the community.
Coming home last night I came up towards two cars alongside each other in a passing place. Windows were down and they were having a chat while they blocked the road. Eventually the car in front decided to go and I drew up alongside the lady in the other car, wound down my window and asked her if we could have a chat too. "Yes" she agreed, and I asked her where she was from. "Down there was the answer" pointing ahead of her on the road" And then she said, "And where are you from?"
Well, we love that question. "We live here!" we proudly said. And she thought for a second and then said, "Oh, I know: The big house!" That's how all the locals refer to our B&B. Yes, she was spot on. But how did she know? I'd never seen her before. Word gets round.
It has been extremely hot a muggy here lately. I trugged through it last week to enjoy some hiking and photography on my day off. Just visited my local hiking trail, and had a blast playing with my old Minolta lenses.
Sony A7RIV
Sony LA-EA5
Minolta 28-85mm
Union Pacific SD40-2 No. 3649 leads a 14-car LUC57 local through Leamington Canyon near Lynndyl, Utah on Sept. 30, 1993.
This is a re-edit of an image I took back in 2016. These two ladies were on the rooftop park in downtown KC. I was shooting around them minding my own business when they approached and asked for their picture to be taken. From that point on, I knew I had free range to snap away as I walked the perimeter of this little hidden gem of a park.
Hope you enjoy the re-edit.
Mike D.
Not quite halfway into its eastbound trip from Aberdeen to Willmar, L662 drifts downgrade at Marvin, SD, on the former Milwaukee Road transcontinental mainline.
I captured this image local to my home. Experimenting with different settings and POV at sunrise.
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Lunch at Wibs BBQ
Jackson Missouri
Continous operation since 1947
One of the oldest restaurants in Southeast Missouri
A local out of Willmar known as the West Local gets underway westward after dropping off potash hoppers at the elevator in town. Time to head to Benson and make some switch moves there.
A local enterprise...but can you guess its purpose? A bonus award of...well...just my admiration will be noted if you are correct!
A local freight led by 294 612 passes through the Fürth main railway station while traveling back toward the Nürnberg rail yard. The BR 294 diesel wears DB Railion livery. I believe Railion is now known as DB Cargo.
(per un amico, partendo da un titolo)
Ha cambiato la tenda da poco, un’occasione al supermercato. Ora l’azzurro diffonde nella stanza una luce nuova, morbida. Da qualche tempo Angela ci passa le ore, a quella finestra che dà sulla strada: la tabaccheria, il bar, i cassonetti dei rifiuti le propongono ad ogni ora gente che si muove. Cambiano la luce, le persone, il tempo, le scene. Come un palcoscenico. Lei nascosta dietro la tenda osserva distratta. Pensa a quelle vite estranee, e alla propria. Tutto così superfluo, inutile, e triste. Le giornate lunghe e sempre uguali. Il telefono muto. La cassa integrazione ancora per due mesi, poi chissà. E il mutuo. Lui se n’è andato ormai da quattro settimane, non l’ha più sentito. Quando ci sarebbero le cose pratiche da sistemare. Oltre alla risposta all’unico, grande perché. Il vero amore. Credeva. Tutto facile, la vita in discesa. Perfetta. Ogni sogno e desiderio dell’adolescente realizzato. Mai un’ombra, un dubbio. Fino a quel momento…
Forse è preso dalla nuova vita. Così anche lei rimanda giorno dopo giorno qualsiasi proposito. Le ore le scivolano addosso. A volte dimentica di mangiare. Poi butta la roba rimasta in frigo troppo a lungo. Non legge più. La sua grande passione. Prende in mano il libro e le righe si accavallano. Il vuoto si è fatto totale. Un silenzio nero. Sta toccando il fondo, dunque. Inerzia, paralisi.
La settimana prossima saranno 53 anni.
Questa mattina il sole si sta facendo strada, pallido, tra i nuvoloni di aprile. Ha bevuto il caffè a fatica, in piedi, guardando le due signore che ogni giorno, alla stessa ora, con passo pesante e stanco vanno a comprare il giornale locale. Sicuramente un tacito accordo, un rito, incontrarsi e scambiare due chiacchiere la mattina. Puntuali. Oggi le piacerebbe scendere, salutare , sentire che cosa stanno dicendo. Non osa. Ma è la prima volta che ci pensa. Studia i loro gesti, prova a indovinare. Ora sente qualcosa al braccio che ancora regge la tazza. Un lieve pizzico. Abbassa lo sguardo. Una coccinella piccola e vispa corre verso la porcellana bianca. Un’altra è in scalata lungo il manico tondo. Due punti rossi in movimento. Un’allegria improvvisa. Le parole di nonna, la coccinella porta fortuna. Si mette la camicetta blu, aggiusta i capelli. Esce.
On the cool morning of Saturday, September 13, 2025, a westbound BNSF local approaches Latah Junction on its way out of Spokane, WA. Doing the honors are a pair of 4-axle EMD locomotives - the first being a GP39-3 and the second a GP50.
One of two shot of my local area on a late afternoon,early last month.These are all about the low sunlight and clouds.
A northbound CSX local with a set of geeps crosses Mill Creek in Winton Place, Ohio just north of Queensgate yard in Cincinnati, Ohio.
NS's D91 local, led by an admiral cab SD40-2, gains speed after stopping to work the Frito Lay elevator between Sidney and Homer, IL. The train will run a few miles into Sidney, where he will run around his train and head back to Tilton Yard "long hood forward."
1 of 2 takes here showing the weather change in about a 10min .
No 1 the clouds started to change from the left.
No 2 full on hailstones for about 5 mins
These 2 takes are from the same location and earlier shot of my mist sunrise, flic.kr/p/2qx1H56
miam miam ! i love summer and all the delicious fruits we can eat.
Vous aimez ces fruits ? moi j'adore ... Merci pour la visite. Bonne jounree/soiree...
CN 2444 makes a surprise appearance on L581 after being left in Paris that night by A434 to help pinch hit for an ailing GP40-2W on 581.
I would say it was worth staying up late and being tired as hell all day at work today.
Dwarfed by the imposing flatirons to the west, the Buck Local trundles up the Buckwheat Branch at a leisurely 5 MPH. The lead unit has an interesting connection to home, being built as NKP 904 before being overhauled for Burlington Northern in the early 90s. Another detail for viewers with a keen eye is the right of way of the Moffat Tunnel subdivision directly above the unit and to the right, threading the flatirons and entering the tunnel district.