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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.
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.
This 19th century log cabin is one of many on the Stephenville Historic Grounds. A group of volunteers maintain these structures year-round which allows visitors to walk through and explore.
Stephenville, TX
We do things different in Canada, eh?
Competitive Canada goose log rolling.....they must be from Newfoundland though 'by, because they're facing opposite directions.....teasin'....not meant to offend anyone....:-)
“…and the taillights dissolve in the coming of night
and the questions in thousands take flight…”
- Robert Plant, ‘Big Log’
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!
Just scouting for comps at Joshua Tree's Barker Dam waiting for some good light.
Canon 5D mkII, Canon 17-40 f4@21mm, f16@6th sec., ISO 100, Polarizer, Singh-Ray 3-stop GND
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...
I try not to post multiple images from the same spot - makes a 'stream look naff. Making an exception here because it's a very different photo to the last one - even if it's the same same log :-)
This frame taken much later in the evening and with a completely different camera and lens combination. I think this was when I was trying to decide which system to stick with.
A very noisy base image - was practically in the dark - dark enough to not take notice of the settings... :\
Sony A7Rii, FE 24-70/2.8 GM, 20 secs at f/19, ISO 800
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.
70817 crosses Entwistle viaduct with the diverted 6Z37 Chirk to Carlisle empty logs on April 4 2021. Engineering work on the West Coast Main Line saw the train diverted via Manchester, Bolton and Blackburn.
56078 heads past Pontsarn Crossing with 6Z51 17:16 Baglan Bay - Chirk Kronospan logs in the evening sun of 23/8/2021.
Happy Truck Thursday! I caught this log hauler coming to Oregon from Washington across the Astoria-Megler Bridge.The shot was taken from the Bridgewater Bistro parking lot in Astoria, Oregon.
70807 passes the old platelayers hut at Town End Farm (Keld) to the north of Appleby, working the 6J37 Carlisle - Chirk logs.
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