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Forest floor in D'Aguilar National Park where a fallen rainforest tree hosts mosses, lichens and ferns.
Unfortunately, I'm not 100% sure of the location of this saw mill. My GPS wasn't working when I took this photo. I'm pretty sure it's somewhere between Fort Saint John and Whitecourt.
My son Peter, and his girlfriend Eva are back from New Zealand for a visit. This was on my local beach this morning.
Candidates undergoing log PT during assessment and selection for the Special Operations Group.
Note: I got extremely busy with home maintenance since I got home so I wasn't able to post. And I am heading back to school next week for the summer. But here is a quick scene. Hope you enjoy.
In a rather strange LMS style livery, Class 50 no.50017 passes Narroways Hill Junction, Bristol with a Northern Belle Special from Bath Spa to Manchester on the 22nd July 2000.
I have never gone out of my to take to pictures of 'Logs' but this came along between the Brush on 1M38 and 1M25 so I pressed the shutter. Little did I know that it would be a rare shot as this loco worked only on a few occasions on the mainline in this livery. The overgown 'siding' to the right is the Severn Beach passenger branch!
What I thought would only take a long weekend to make has turned into a saga lasting months and months
Well, I still had a chair, which I wanted to alter, left over from the 'Covered in Knitted Carrier Bags Project'............... (Look Right at the small images) .
There was to be NO financial outlay.
I decided on a 'Made from Logs, Cartoon-Like Chair' using wrapped and sewn, recycled wool ....Yes I know....as you do !
So I set about binding the chair to effect a log-like appearance.
This took f-o-r-e-v-e-r.
Eventually i decided on the barks to imitate.
I could go on but let's just briefly say , birch and holly, for example.
Then, for the detail, I stitched knots, rings, eyes and faults. Again forever....
I don't know if it will ever quite be finished. When i look at it I think ........
I'll just introduce a scar here or a random sawn off branch there.
I don't know why either and I don't know if it's worth doing but I'm driven !!
Start the year as you mean to go on.
The COVID-19 files | Scene captured on an early-morning trip to the Westerheide heath north of Hilversum in the Netherlands: log in front of a patch of heather.
Colas Rail Freight Class 70, 70817 roars through the Cheshire countryside just south of Chelford Loops with 6Z38 12:10 Carlisle Yard to Chirk Kronospan.
The logs had been diverted via Bolton and Manchester due to Easter Weekend track renewal work between Wigan and Warrington on the WCML.
Loading the largest log boat to enter the Port of Nelson, the "Ultra Tradition" This is looking into one of five holds, and then the logs are stacked a further 6m high on the deck after the hatches are closed.
Large trees, once growing at the top of this dune, now lie on the beach.
Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore
{Log of CT-7869, “Greeves”}
-Location Unknown, Time and Date Unknown
-Weeks passed in the Void–which is the name that Cesigam gave it–and we were training. It had been so long that our hair was starting to grow, and now Trez and I both sported thick brush cuts and Renner had shoulder-length, messy hair. It had been a long few weeks, and I was beginning to forget things from before we entered here.
For what, exactly, we didn’t know; he wanted us to become “one with the Force”, and to “learn to master it”. Renner was actually doing pretty well, as was Trez, who actually wasn’t that bad of a guy.
One of our training exercises involved fighting with lightsabers (how Cesigam managed to get those, I do not know) and we would fight in a valley with these massive white pillars and bridges, and Cesigam would be at the top. We would have to get him and force him down. What usually happened, and was happening today, was that we would all go for him; Renner and Trez would get up first, and fight him, while I would trail behind, then when I did get up Cesigam would knock me back down after a couple minutes.
Let me pause for a minute and tell you a few things. Okay.
The first thing is Cesigam’s story. He was a Jedi master, one of the most honoured ones of his day. There was a war going on, and he was sent to the planet we were fighitng on–I can’t remember the name offhand–and he felt a prescence in a cave. He went into the cave, expecting to find a Sith Warrior, and instead was sucked into some realm, the place he called the Void, where he had been for the last thousand years. In that time he had explored many places in it, and came to the conclusion that he was alone, except for some animals.
According to him, he could manipulate it, make it look like anything he wanted–he had full control over anything inside it, but he could not leave. Renner, Trez and I didn’t have that same power, possibly because the Sith never expected others to come in. Time didn’t affect Cesigam, so his hair didn’t grow past his shoulders, and he still looked young. He would help us shave off our beards, and told us that, eventually, our hair would stop growing.
The second thing is that he trained us in the Force. I was terrible, but Trez was good–which I expected–and, surprisingly, Renner was astonishing. He would, out of nowhere, leap into the air and twist around, spinning his lightsaber as if he had been a Jedi his whole life; which he might have been. I had noticed things about him; he looked slightly different from all the other clones, as if he had different DNA in him. That could also explain his ability to use the Force. He was acutally dressed in Jedi Robes like Cesigam, and not the mock ones Trez and I had.
“Everyone has it in them,” Cesigam reminded us that particular day of training. “You just need to unleash it.”
Anyways, we were fighting again on the pillars. Cesigam went up first, the signaled for us to follow. We began scrambling up, jumping from pillar to pillar. Once in awhile, I’d get lucky and find one with a bridge connecting it to another pillar, but I was still behind.
Trez made it to the top first, landing on a bridge near the place where Cesigam was. Trez stood there, while Renner leaped onto a pillar slightly below Cesigam. At this, Trez took off running, and Cesigam caught him unexpectedly and used the Force to push him back, almost knocking him off the bridge. Trez grabbed hold of the edge and dangled there. Renner jumped up behind Cesigam and swung his lightsaber; Cesigam blocked him just in time. Renner ducked down and rolled behind him, then popped up and flipped over Cesigam. Now he was just showing off.
I made it to the top and nervously activated my lightsaber. Cesigam dealt with Renner, kicking him squarely in the face and almost pushing him off. Renner jumped back onto a lower pillar to regain his bearings.
Here we go. It was just me and Cesigam. He sprinted at me, and I hit his lightsaber with mine. Behind him, I could see Trez beginning to stand up; he had climbed back onto the balcony.
Cesigam aimed a kick at me, which I blocked with my gauntlet; I had let some of my armour on, I wasn’t going to be completely unprotected. I swung back at him and he swerved out of the way, pushing me so that I fell down, down to a lower pillar. I landed on my shoulder and yelped with pain. I think it was dislocated. I looked up and saw Renner going at it again, twisting and swashbuckling and ducking. I felt a little jealousy; I had worked harder, hadn’t I? And I still couldn’t do it.
I turned on my lightsaber and jumped to one pillar, then the next. Soon I was at the top again. Cesigam had just kicked Renner off the bridge–literally–and was fighting Trez. I uneasily jumped onto the bridge and came up behind Cesigam. He turned, but it
was too late. I grabbed his shoulders and threw him off the bridge. I had defeated him.
He looked up at me from the pillar he had flawlessly landed on and grinned.
“We’ll make a Jedi out of you yet!”
END OF LOG
Thank you for reading! As always, the other entries can be found in my stream or in a folder titled "Sarlacc Company".
Now I don't know if the boat was tied to the log in some way, but they looked pretty good in the water together. Maldon, Essex.