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📟 : 16 to Cricklewood Bus Garage
🚍 : VWH2030 - LK64EDR
🚏 : Longley Way
🏢 : Cricklewood (W)
Ⓜ️ : Volvo B5LH Gemini 3
VWH2030 seen at the end of its journey at Cricklewood Bus Garage (Longley Way) after a slightly rarer journey operating route 16 from Victoria.
Metroline OS68 (YJ06YRP) parked within Cricklewood Garage between duties on the supplementary school day V631 service.
The morning of June 18th we were headed east towards that nights stay near Whitehall. We were planning on seeing the Day Gas, but that didn't run, so we fled east to Jens to catch up to the Missoula to Laurel manifest. We checked a goal off the list for the trip here, finally getting an MRL train with the iconic barn.
Scooting East between Carney and Big Timber, a large Missoula-Laurel cruises along the green Montana countryside.
Big Timber, MT
May 28th, 2020
In my previous five trips to Montana, we had never ventured down to the old settlement of Lombard. After my most recent trip, I see why. The road, while at times quite steep and narrow, has significant ruts, some giving even my high clearance Honda a run for its money. I'm still hearing some rattling under there even four months after returning (the body shop assures me that all is fine!)
In the two or so hours we spent down there, we were treated to two eastbounds, the first being the one I was hoping for: MRL's Missoula to Laurel road freight. The train is seen here along the waters of the Missouri River as it approaches the old Milwaukee Road overpass. Two of MRL's older SD70ACes lead the healthy train eastbound.
An ML crew crosses over out of the Missoula roundhouse before starting back against their train.
Nikon F3, Lomography Berlin 400
Et si tu avais été là, la clarté de l'astre naissant aurait eu un éclat plus vif ;
Et comme tu étais là, la lumière de ton âme éveillant mes sens a dérangé l'ombre de ma solitude, ouvrant la porte, jaillissant cette flamme, une braise, une étincelle, un explosif ; de l'ombre à la lumière il n'y avait qu'un pas, un espoir, peut-être un rêve. Chimère féérique dans laquelle les fantasmes sont tes mots. Tandis que mon spectre immobile attendait pour saisir ce halot de tes yeux, le monde continuait de tourner, indifférent à l'importance de ce bonheur sans nom.
Una Unidad del Metro Ligero Oeste circulando entre Boadilla del Monte y Ciudad de la Imagen.
23.2.2019