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A small coach company with a nice selection of quality vehicles.
1:76 Scale, OO gauge diorama with kitbuilt coaches nicely finished in a private livery.
Seen at South Yorkshire Transport Museum Model Road Transport Day 2019.
Monty the cat stretching.
Bit about me, I'm a 15 year old photographer, I love photographing wildlife, landscapes, pets, urban scenes, and other things that really interest me!
My father served under Lord Montgomery as a Desert Rat in Egypt during the Second World War. He had a lot of respect for this man.
From Wikipedia
Field Marshal Bernard Law Montgomery, 1st Viscount Montgomery of Alamein, KG, GCB, DSO, PC (/məntˈɡʌmərɪ əv ˈæləmeɪn/; 17 November 1887 – 24 March 1976), nicknamed "Monty" and the "Spartan General",[10] was a senior British Army officer who fought in both the First World War and the Second World War.
He saw action in the First World War as a junior officer of the Royal Warwickshire Regiment. At Méteren, near the Belgian border at Bailleul, he was shot through the right lung by a sniper, during the First Battle of Ypres. He returned to the Western Front as a general staff officer and took part in the Battle of Arras in April/May 1917. He also took part in the Battle of Passchendaele in late 1917 before finishing the war as chief of staff of the 47th (2nd London) Division.
In the inter-war years he commanded the 17th (Service) Battalion, Royal Fusiliers and, later, the 1st Battalion, Royal Warwickshire Regiment before becoming commander of 9th Infantry Brigade and then General Officer Commanding (GOC) 8th Infantry Division.
During the Second World War he commanded the British Eighth Army from August 1942 in the Western Desert until the final Allied victory in Tunisia in May 1943. This command included the Second Battle of El Alamein, a turning point in the Western Desert Campaign. He subsequently commanded the British Eighth Army during the Allied invasion of Sicily and the Allied invasion of Italy.
He was in command of all Allied ground forces during Operation Overlord from the initial landings until after the Battle of Normandy. He then continued in command of the 21st Army Group for the rest of the campaign in North West Europe. As such he was the principal field commander for the failed airborne attempt to bridge the Rhine at Arnhem, and the Allied Rhine crossing. On 4 May 1945 he took the German surrender at Lüneburg Heath in Northern Germany. After the war he became Commander-in-Chief of the British Army of the Rhine (BAOR) in Germany and then Chief of the Imperial General Staff.
Monty was one year old when we got him. He was living in a house that included a day care and they felt they didn’t have enough time for both. They lived in a small town about 60km from us so we drove up and it was love at first sight on both our parts. He has been a terrific dog ever since. He’s eight years older and much wiser. It’s actually scary how much wiser.
Field Marshal Bernard Law Montgomery, 1st Viscount Montgomery of Alamein, KG, GCB, DSO, PC (17 November 1887 – 24 March 1976), nicknamed "Monty" and the "Spartan General", was a British Army officer. He saw action in the First World War as a junior officer in the Royal Warwickshire Regiment. At Méteren, near the Belgian border at Bailleul, he was shot through the right lung by a sniper. He returned to the Western Front as a general staff officer and took part in the Battle of Arras in April/May 1917. He also took part in the Battle of Passchendaele in Autumn 1917 before finishing the war as chief of staff of the 47th (2nd London) Division.
During the Second World War he commanded the British Eighth Army from August 1942 in the Western Desert until the final Allied victory in Tunisia. This command included the Battle of El Alamein, a turning point in the Western Desert Campaign. He subsequently commanded the British Eighth Army during the Allied invasion of Sicily and then during the Allied invasion of Italy.
He was in command of all Allied ground forces during Operation Overlord from the initial landings until after the Battle of Normandy. He then continued in command of the 21st Army Group for the rest of the campaign in North West Europe. As such he was the principal field commander for the failed airborne attempt to bridge the Rhine at Arnhem and the Allied Rhine crossing. On 4 May 1945 he took the German surrender at Lüneburg Heath in northern Germany. After the war he became Commander-in-Chief of the British Army of the Rhine (BAOR) in Germany and then Chief of the Imperial General Staff.
Monty Mabry world class body builder. View LARGE on black
WL1600 in gridded beauty dish above and behind camera. Two AB800s in gridded strip boxes for rim lighting.
Triggered with RP JrX.
Special thanks to:
American Health and Fitness
59 South Main St. Miamisburg, OH
(937) 247-9164
For providing such a great place to shoot!
Monty Mabry world class body builder.
WL1600 in gridded beauty dish above and behind camera. SB800 with red gel behind Monty hidden in door opening. Add in cheap Halloween fog machine for haze. Triggered with RP JrX.
Special thanks to:
American Health and Fitness
59 South Main St. Miamisburg, OH
(937) 247-9164
For providing such a great place to shoot!
monty & his serious face. he needs a bath and is dirty but i like this picture anyway.
i'm renting a fancy lens, a canon 70-200 2.8L IS...& this is one of my first shot's with it. it's VERY big and very heavy...can't wait to test it out tomorrow...monty's kids will be in their first ever match!!
Monty arrived in a pillowcase, his coils leaving suspicious bulges in the fabric, which shifted their position when I touched them. The staff at the RSPCA refuge in Canberra urged caution on me in unison as I craned my neck into the pillowcase, reached inside, and pulled out a magnificent diamond python. Moments later, he was coiled around my neck like an animated Aussie-rules football scarf, and the rest of the room was empty.
It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, even if I did call him Monty. He liked nothing better than to swim in our bath, and then lie underwater with only his nostrils exposed, like some smooth-scaled benign crocodile, and he enjoyed coiling himself around my neck and being taken for walks. I entertained a notion that it would be good fun to answer the door when the Jehovah’s Witnesses or the Mormons knocked, wearing nothing but Monty, but I never plucked up the courage, and then the evangelists stopped visiting anyway. Perhaps they had heard rumours. Friends regarded him with a mixture of awe and apprehension. Once in a while, one of them would summon the gumption to touch him, exclaiming delightedly, “Oh! His scales are just like glow-mesh,” and then they would hastily close the cage door, as if he was about to bite them.
I was only ever bitten by Monty on one occasion. Just prior to changing their skins, the scales that cover the eyes of snakes turn opaque, obscuring their vision. I made the mistake of trying to feed Monty whilst he was in this condition, and he understandably mistook my hand for the proffered morsel. Soon, the whole of his disarticulated jaw was wrapped around my fist, and his coils, as if by a reflex action, were constricting my forearm. My dad came rushing with a pair of tweezers to prize him off, and all I could do was gasp, “Be careful not to hurt him.” Mercifully, the snake took the hint and withdrew, and in the next few years, he grew to be fourteen feet long: something of a record for his species, I believe.
Try hard to believe me: there is nothing quite like the bond that develops between boy and snake after that first and only bite.
Photo by Les Watson.
Happy Memories
We lost Monty last month at nearly 12yrs old. Here are some 'new' old pictures of him.
"Can I take a photo of your hands?"
"Erm. Ok."
More than a face, Monty is his hands.
The connection between his spirit and the earth.
It is also his connection when you gives you a warm, friendly handshake. Strong, working hands, but gentle.
My High School English and History teacher was a huge fan of Monty Python. One of his favourite things to do was to only quote Monty Python for a whole lesson. At the end of term, he would let us watch MP videos. He had a wicked sense of humour and was by far the best teacher I ever had. This photo that I took on the weekend reminded me of one of his favourite quotes. This is what I imagine the man second from the left is saying to the man next to him:
"I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries." Classic Monty Python.
Monty Mabry world class body builder. View LARGE on black
WL1600 in gridded beauty dish above and behind camera. Two AB800s in gridded strip boxes for rim lighting.
Triggered with RP JrX.
Special thanks to:
American Health and Fitness
59 South Main St. Miamisburg, OH
(937) 247-9164
For providing such a great place to shoot!