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Found this log house that the family has moved out of. Looks like the siding has partially rotted off. Love that sawmill scraps chinking on the addition.
Near Rio (rye-oh) Creek Wisconsin USA
a pair of painted turtles maneuver into position for some noon day sun
(Explored March 11, 2023 # 268)
97302 and 37405 working 6C56, the 09.50 Aberystwyth Krono Colas to Chirk Kronospan Colas Rail through Gobowen, Saturday 1.3.25.
Apparently the train was suffering braking problems and was held at the outer home at the top of the hill before the station and also the outer home on the departure from the station. Here it was crawling through the station at not much more than walking pace.
A brief pause in the rain allowed this photo to be taken of one of the many impressive waterfalls in Pucks Glen.
These aged logs are a feature in my local park and on this crisp frosty morning gave the perfect opportunity to define the interesting lines created over the years.
Stacked logs and snow remnants.
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60085 heads south along Batty Moss (Ribblehead) Viaduct on the 6J37 loaded timber train from Carlisle yard to Chirk.
A mixed train of ABe 4/4 III's and three loaded log wagons negotiate the S curves below Lago Bianco as it continues its climb towards the summit of the RhB at Ospizio Bernina. The logs are bound for the small lumber yard in Tirano, Italy.
Rhaetian Railway, Bernina Line
RhB ABe 4/4 III #53
Bernina Lagalb, Pontresina, CH
70817 snakes past Turton Tower between Entwistle & Bromley Cross with a diverted Colas log train 6Z38 1210 Carlisle Yard to Chirk on 5th April 2021.
The replacement of a bridge at Warrington Bank Quay resulted in the WCML being shut for four days over the Easter period.
As a result, the pathing of a freight service over the line via Darwen was always going to be of interest seeing as the route seldom gets anything other than Northern units - and the sight of the 1452ft long load with 20 loaded IWA wagons with 1288 tonnes trailing certainly stood out.
The train had run empty northbound over the same line the previous day.
There are very few places along the single line stretches of this route that a reasonable shot can be taken. The impressive 1847 built Turton Tower is one of them as proved by the 10 or so photographers assembled!
In a secluded part of Pucks Glen is this wee quiet pool where the rock has been carved by an old waterfall spanned by an old fallen tree trunk.
Highest position: 44 on Wednesday, April 24, 2019
After 4 days of continuous rain and cloud and fog it's time for a break... someone, please bring me sunshine... I'll be in the north of Scotland so if you could send it up there it would be great, thank you....
I woke in a cold sweat, eyes wide, in the middle of the night. The midnight air was cool around me, adding to my feeling of alertness. I had been having a nightmare. They seemed to begin after the encounter with the mysterious Urag. I didn't get a good look at him, but I knew I had seen the exact same monster before...
I settled back down into my cot, and fell asleep once more. I began to dream. It began benignly, living out a day in my past life. The sun was out, my wife was smiling. But all was not well. The year was 2021, and the next day I would be heading to war. These were the first days of the resistance, which was little more than a twinkle in our eyes. Continental governments were still fighting back, but ultimately failed. However, this was yet to come. At this time, the Urag known commonly as "The General" was at large. I am one of the few survivors from the early days who knows of the atrocities he committed, the families he personally slaughtered. What happened on the night with the campfire was particularly threatening; the General was known to go hunting, hunting for humans. He would raid small homesteads, or groups much like ours, for the sheer pleasure of killing. It is fortunate that we had our weapons, or we would certainly be dead. Anyway, at the time of my dreamy reminiscence, I had known little about the Urags, and much less how to tell them apart. The day had been going well. I had had dinner with my wife and son, and then he had gone to play outside. My wife and I then took out the bottle of champagne given to us at our wedding, and had what we thought may be our final drink together. I still remember the taste of the champagne, and my wife's kiss. It was to be a last, carefree night before I left. However, nothing ever goes as planned. This is where the nightmare came in. Suddenly, I heard a scream from outside. I grabbed my sniper, which had been propped against the wall next to the door, along with my gear. Running outside, I saw a terrible sight. It was my son, being strangled by a massive Urag that had materialized out of the shadows. I couldn't shoot for fear of hitting my son instead. I stood there, helpless, tears filling my eyes, as the live was choked out of my son. My wife was screaming, screaming for me to do something. But I couldn't, couldn't risk hitting him... His eyes would haunt me, this I knew. As he died, the Urag dragged him into the night, never to be seen again..."
With this, I awoke a second time. This time, I stayed up. The worst thing about nightmares, is that sometimes they are true...
It was fun watching the logs roll down and then splash. The little boat in the picture below rocked and rolled quite a bit and then herded them to their destination.
Amos and Loella Wright raised 12 children in this log cabin in Bennington, Idaho. They were my wife's great grandparents so the cabin is an important part of her local history. I have posted photos of this before and it hasn't changed much but I think it is worth seeing again. I see that some of the braces on the outhouse have disappeared so they aren't helping at all now.
56078 heads past Pontsarn Crossing with 6Z51 17:16 Baglan Bay - Chirk Kronospan logs in the evening sun of 23/8/2021.
Thousands of logs litter a stretch of grassland at Petrified Forest National Park in northeastern Arizona. From far away, the logs might look ordinary. But they contain a surprise. The shiny, multicolored insides of the stumps are made of rock, not wood! How did the trees turn to stone? It wasn’t with the help of a magician. Instead the transformation was the result of a natural process that took place over millions of years.
When we came down to breakfast this morning, our lounge was nice and warm, as the remnants of yesterday's fire were still glowing red in the wood-burner. I got some more wood from our log store (which started life as an outside toilet) and also a bucket of smokeless fuel, and within a few minutes the fire was blazing away and our Yorkie had taken up position in front of it. Our old farm cottage in rural Northamptonshire dates from 1668, and has thick stone walls and relatively small windows. It's the ideal place for the cold winter months. In March, we'll be returning to our holiday home up near the Cumbria border. Hopefully, by then the snow will have disappeared.
Circles of barbed wire hang on the wall of an old log barn in Lanark, Idaho. I like the different textures and shapes of the rusty metal and wood grain.
I might just try having a digital holiday for a few days to be present in the moment. I could even hug a tree. Yule log off too maybe? Ho ho ho.
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