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CP TH21, with CP 3117 leading, takes the switch off the main of the Belt Line and onto the Stelco Lead as they head to switch out Bell & Mackenzie in Hamilton, Ontario.
This lovely example pulled onto the roundabout that I was approaching as I went home after finding some pretty decent cars. Thinking that it deserved more than a dashcam image, possibly ruined by windscreen glare, I decided to follow it in the hope of getting a proper photo. Luckily, it soon turned into a car park where I waited for the owner to leave it for me to snap. I waited. And waited. The lady owner was chatting to a man in the next car so, as loitering any longer in what turned out to be a private car park with CCTV would start to look suspicious, I decided to go for it and ask the driver for permission. Expecting to be told to go away, I took consolation that I could always upload an image from the dashcam. Happily the friendly owner was pleased with the attention that the car was attracting, telling me that she had bought it when it was just 4 years old, has turned down several offers to sell it and still loves owning it. All that apprehension for nothing!
So first of all sorry, I didn’t post this sooner. (School) now about the build.
I really enjoyed the grain technique from Kursk v1, but I felt like the scene was missing an element of carnage. It was the biggest tank battle in history after all. The t 34 is Brickmania. I had the instructions from a book and was like why not go all Brickmania Tanks figs everything. I was also inspired to add onto this scene after watching a really cool video about anti tank tactics on the eastern front www.youtube.com/watch?v=FxJZJflMEiw One of these tactics included climbing on the back of the tank, opening the engine compartment with a hatchet and throwing a grenade into the engine compartment.
Construction criticism appreciated.
These mulla mulla are a welcome sight in the desert at a time when little else is in flower, Pilbara, Western Australia
This film was cut down from a bulk roll of 30+ year old 70mm Aerial film and rolled onto 120 spools, home developed and still looking great
All coupled onto U752, the crew of the SD40-3/SD38-3 Byron hill helper set is making their final checks before cracking the whip and getting under way to help pull heavy Canadian National sand train U752 up the Byron Hill grade. ~~ A Jeff Hampton Photograph ©
Tuesday evening I nipped out after tea and up onto Millstone Edge with the hope of getting a sunset, the walk up was lovely with bright sunshine and glorious light but by the time I’d found a composition that included some (now rare) flowering heather the light was starting to fade. Luckily I just had time to set up my tripod and get this one shot before the light went altogether. A minute after this and everything was dull and lifeless for the rest of the evening so I was really pleased to be able to come back with one shot in the bag.(Olympus EM-1 Mkii 7-14mm f/2.8 pro 1/80 f/6.3 @ 7mm Kase Wolverine GND-R 1.2 (4 stop) reverse grad)
Focus collapses onto a single sprig, tiny leaves lit against blurred canopy. The effect is sculptural: one fragile shape balanced against the huge, out-of-focus mass it grows from. What the eye would normally skim past is elevated, made strange and worth a pause.
Please don't let it end. I want to spend my days with the warm sand between my toes.
Please don't let it end. I want to feel the burn on my shoulders when I go to bed.
Come get lost with me in the last days of Summer, and dip your toes in the bay's cool water.
Steal the warmth of the sun for me so I can feel it in your kiss when the days are cold.
Kanaloa Surf Beach
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Onto the units seen over the day and first was Dogbox 153377 doing the single car DMU to Westbury.
Hopefully this route isn't too busy during the day as a single car would wedge out very quickly (one school class excursion would just about fill it).
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The "Mont Saint Michel" (English: Saint Michael's Mount) is a rocky tidal island in Normandy, France. It's a huge monument with an abbey and a village. UNESCO has classed the Mont Saint-Michel as a world heritage in 1979 and this mecca of tourism welcomes more than three million visitors a year.
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Mont Saint Michel
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
There is a fairytale place
That reflects its dream
Through centuries of grace
In waves of ocean stream
Mont Saint Michel
With a garden of its light
So much of timeless spell
In search of wrong and right
This place Mont Saint Michel’s
In centuries of glows
And hundreds sounds of bells
In rising highs and lows
Where trust in God was true
Like mountains stood high
In its conviction onto
The heaven blue deep and sky
This place where life is creed
And the good shall survive
A tree to grow up not cede
But stay and prosper contrive
The fruit of blossom coming
Like spring comes in its truth
Full insignia blossoming
In eternal of our earth’s youth
60026 Helvellyn brings up the rear of 6G19 13.00 Lynemouth Power Station - Tyne Coal Terminal biomass empties, pictured at Bedlington going onto the single line to Hepscott Jn. (Morpeth). 66712 Peterborough Power Signalbox is powering the train, having been on the rear prior to the reversal at Bedlington. [Pole, 4/6 sections (~5.4m)]
These locos and wagons had been at Lynemouth overnight, having worked the previous afternoon's 6N22 14.04 loaded train from Tyne Coal Terminal. However, not long after it had set off, a serious fire broke out in a grain storage facility on the Port of Tyne site, resulting in there being no rail movements in or out (bar the arrival of 6N20 from Drax shortly before 9.30pm).
The Lynemouth biomass trains have been being diverted via Morpeth since the second week of April, while the final preparations are made on the line south of Bedlington for the reintroduction of passenger services. A new road bridge is replacing the level crossing at Newsham, but constructing the bridge is behind schedule and until it opens the level crossing cannot close and therefore the signalbox cannot close... so the diversions, which involve a reversal at Bedlington (hence a loco at each end) have continued longer than originally planned. The line between Morpeth and Bedlington normally sees two or three trains each way per week (the alumina trains between North Blyth and Fort William), and they run at times which make photography challenging. So I was keen to try to capture more pictures of the diverted biomass trains, having managed only one in sun during a visit in April. But even the biomass trains don't run at the best times for the light angles...
Thinking there would probably be no biomass trains today, and with the early morning weather being cloudy, I didn't bother heading north of the Tyne and found other locations (initially in the dull, but by 9am there was lots of blue sky around). When the cloud rolled in not long before midday, I returned to my mother's and had not long made some lunch when I spotted that 6H70 (Tyne Coal Terminal to Drax) was unexpectedly on its way, and a VSTP 6G16 had been entered and "called" (activated) to bring the empty wagons back from Lynemouth. It wasn't due to depart for over fifteen minutes and then had a booked forty minutes to reverse, so I expected to make it here (for a going-away shot - the best light angle) with plenty of time to spare. It was cloudy in Sunderland, but weather maps suggested there was plenty of blue sky in south-east Northumberland. But would it hold?
As I drove north, I realised there was plenty of blue sky around, although still a few clouds, with thicker cloud further away. 6G16 rolled onto the steel viaduct just south of Bedlington (where trains reverse) as I drove past on the parallel A189, and I found my way to this spot. The wind was quite gusty, so I didn't risk extending the pole any further; in fact, there were a few times when I thought going this high might be a bit ambitious! As the booked departure time of 14.05 got closer, so did the approaching bank of cloud...
I could see the signal protecting the single line, and a few minutes ahead of schedule it cleared to green. As I could hear the train approaching, the sun caught some thin cloud close to the edge of the thicker stuff, but at the critical moment (which, given the slow speed of the train and its length, lasted some time!) the clouds stayed away and I got the result I wanted.
Unfortunately, I think my position could have been better. I had originally intended to cut off the front of the train with the first lot of tall bushes, and didn't realise until it was far too late that the train was noticeably visible further round the corner. I therefore had to angle the camera slightly to the left, which means the 60 is further away than I'd intended, and not still on the straight section of track on the right. Standing further back would have solved the problem.
But the VAR schedules for these trains are generally such that it's not possible to get this view except on Sundays - and the line has often been closed at weekends, with all trains cancelled. So this VSTP schedule was a bonus!
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a little dog ran out onto the ice, not realising where land ended and the water began
While we were waiting for the Great Gray Owl, a Pacific Wren hopped onto this branch and started singing. A clean shot for this species :)
Veteran Suicide, is the topic for today. This is going to be another long one folks. As you read; I don’t want you to think of me. I’d like you to think of your husband, your wife, your partner, your son, daughter, grandson, grand daughter. The 1%, having the courage, to serve and defend our nation. I will be covering events that happened yesterday, and the impact it has on the mental health of our veterans.
Again, this is not about me. Its how veterans are treated at VA facilities, and some of the civilian medical facilities, we are sent to.
I had an appointment, with an ophthalmologist, early the other morning. I have intermediate vision loss in my right eye, and now problems in my left eye. Very similar, to the description from a woman, who’s child was a victim of Electronic Weapons (also know as the Havana Syndrome). She, a US Citizen, a child of a person interviewed, on 60 Minutes; 2-20-22. I’ve had problems with my right eye, for over two years now. Bouncing from VA Hospitals, VA Clinics; trying to find someone that gives a shit.
I get ready, lock up the motorhome and head for Grand Junction, Colorado, VA. I’m only 30 minutes away, and not rushed. VA, is an abbreviation for the Veteran’s Administration. A place where Veterans, are supposed to receive medical care. I pull off the National Forest Road, onto the main highway. Just, as I come over the hill, not a mile from our camp; there’s a State Trooper. Waiting, to try and catch me speeding. This happens, over and over again, when I have an appointment. I look at my speedometer, and slow it down a bit. I also see a guy just up the road. This minion, sets along the road, waiting to see which direction I take. Its another act to let me know I’m being watched. An attempt of intimation, along with a physiological attack on my mental health. Koda and I, head on down the road to Grand Junction.
As we pull into the parking lot, a man quickly cuts us off, and takes the last spot, close to the entrance door. It’s early, and hardly anyone is in the office. Once I check in; the perps start rolling in. Koda and I are setting in the lobby. These perps start with their over the top; hand in pocket skit. Then, some start the hair flipping shit. I’m talking 5 women, coming and going, flipping their hair as far int the air as they can. Even the staff chime in. Yes, folks, Koda and I are in a medical facility. As the women flip their hair, the men stair directly into Koda’s eyes. One even comes over, looking as threatening as possible. Wearing a big billed cap, big dark glasses, and a large black mask. He sets down right beside us, bends down, looks directly into Koda’s eyes. Koda, laying at my feet. The man asked if he could pet Koda, as he looks sternly into his eyes. I said no, he a Service Dog. I then asked if he wouldn’t stare into his eyes. I told him; dogs can take it as threatening. Koda, didn’t, because he’s used to it. Many VA staff, do it all the time. Even a Patient Advocate, that is supposed to help Veterans. This person is supposed to help veterans; having problems with the VA.
I stood up for myself and my dog, so now the minions are really pissed. They send in more Village Idiots, Sociopaths and Narcissist. Displaying their Perp Colors, fake coughs, arms flailing, American Flag Face Masks, large dark glasses, and stupidly big headphones. I’m talking big, big headphones. Not earbuds.
After seeing the doctor, a nurse has Koda and I, set in the hallway. She then, brigs over the guy with the stupid big headphones. She tells him to set right beside Koda, on my left. Even though, there are seats to my right. Koda, is getting uncomfortable, but continues to lay by my side, unmoved. He starts to whine a bit, as he looks up to me. He’s getting very uncomfortable, I see it in his face. The guy is playing something through his headphones that’s irritating Koda, intensely. I can’t hear it, and I’m not hard on hearing. The ‘Stupid Big Headphone Skit’, is used on us quite often. Especially, when we go to a laundry mat. They use something that makes Koda, extremely anxious and irritated. Many, actually smile, while doing so. This was at a civilian ophthalmologist office. I will say, the doctor was more thorough in the hour and a half, we were there; than the VA has, in over 2 years. This doctor ordered lab work, and an ultra sound. A skit; is what I call these, conspired, and practiced acts, of Gang Stalking/Domestic Terrorism.
I’m still waiting on an MRI read, from over two moths ago, that I got at the Phoinex VA. The Neuro-Ophithmoligest, at Barrow Neurological Institute. Spent less time with me, than I did filling out a little paperwork. He was dismissive and short. After, over two years of dealing with my right eye; I had to demand an MRI. I’m still waiting for a video call, so he can give me the MRI results. I have no confidence in a diagnosis or prognosis, from this guy. Their office Gaslighting me, leaving repeat message; that I have an in office appointment Monday, in Phoenix. This appointment is a video conference call, I set up before heading back to Colorado. I confirmed it two weeks ago. This week, and today, as I write this; they call with prerecorded messages and text. Wanting me to confirm, an in office visit for Monday. I’ve called them many times, left messages, and got ghosted.
So, now we are headed to the Grand Junction, VA, to get my lab work done. The front parking lot is full, so we head to the parking garage. We have the minions, trolling around to see where we park. We find a spot in the garage and park. I gather my things, and Koda the Magnificent. I open the car door, someone just behind us, honks their car horn 6 times. This wasn’t an alarm, this was one of the minions, letting everyone know; we are getting out of the car. It’s also a psychological stimuli, that lets you know, you are being watched. We get it, all the time, and have recorded it.
We walk to the back entrance. There are two VA Police Officers, and a man; standing in front of the door, blocking our way. We get through these guys, I use the hand sanitizer. The guy with the tan blazer, says something about my “furry friend.
A few years back I had surgery, one of many. I was living and working in Yosemite National Park. I was using the Fresno, California, VA. My daughter flew out, to help me with recovery, and spend Fathers Day with me. What a daughter…. While I was in the hospital, she would come to visit daily. When I was able to walk, she would walk with me down the halls of this beautiful hospital. These hallways filled with pictures of dedication, loyalty and sacrifice. Past wars, and their participants. She’s holding my arm, I look at her, looking at the pictures. Wondering if she can absorb, the depth of the sacrifice behind them. We get to the end of the hall and turn around. I see a young man in the hallway. Kooks to be early 20s. My daughter looked a little blushed. She looked directly at me and said; “Dad, that guy has been following me, every time I visit”. No Shit, my daughter was being stalked at the VA Hospital. All, the while; VA Police, watch on their many cameras. VA Police, will try to bait, intimidate and watch Targets, like a hawk. Yes, folks, this shit really happens at our VA facilities. You have to ask yourself; Is this how our CIA and FBI, train their Minions? They recruit KIDS, while they are in High School!
I knew better than to stop, and respond to these guys. I headed for the lab, with my ophthalmologist lab request. I went to the window, to check in. There was also supposed to a lab request, from the Phoenix VA. I was told last week, it was in the system; when speaking to one of the traveling vet coordinators. It wasn’t. I was told I had to go to the ER, and get a doctors authorization, for the new request. I didn’t have a problem with that, because; its to make sure and verify, its a legit request. What I have a problem with; is the Grand Junction VA Staff, and other minions, intently in wait, to attack my mental health, bait me, harass me, and set me up.
We go back down, to the ER. As we walk towards the check in window, a guy standing a distance from it, steps up to the window. He’s stalling, Gaslighting about the Mental Health Ward, He’s giving more minions time to show up. They weren’t expecting me to come right in today. This also gave the staff time enough time, to come up with excuses, for why my other lab request, was not in the system. When I was told by phone, it was.
I finally check in, and we have a seat. There are a few people in the area, but not too crowded. As soon as we do, a guy close to us; leans over and looks directly into Koda’s eyes. Koda looks away. The man continues this, with extremely stern looks. I asked him please not to, said it’s a threatening act to a dog. He knows this, but is baiting for a confrontation. The simple fuck, is finally called away, but is replaced by two others. One not wearing a mask. The VA requires a face mask at this facility, and I believe all. Koda, has been uncomfortable since we walked in. He knows where we are, and what to expect. We got the same treatment last Friday. He still lays patiently, at my side. A woman comes in, sets a large purse on a seat across from us. Then, sits on our side across from it. I start receiving a light Electronic Weapons attack. I don’t know if its coming from her purse. As she sets there smiling, her mask pulled down, so I can see.
A nurse calls us up to the front. As Koda and I squeeze through the minions sent to bait and harass us. We walk pass the purse, the woman so intently sat in a chair. Koda stops and sniffs it. Seriously, he does. He gets attacked with Electronic Weapons, and audio stimuli, too. Koda and I work are way through the now, packed waiting area. The nurse has my records in his hand. As we walk towards him; several nurses rush to cut us off. When we do reach him; he tells me, I’m the wrong patient, have a seat. Koda and I look for a clear path back to our seat; another nurse comes up and start Gaslighting about the Mental Health Ward. I stood up for a while, because of setting all morning at two different facilities. There was a man in an electric wheelchair. He asked about Koda, so we stopped and talked with him for a while.
He asked about service dogs. I told him; as far as I know, the VA does not provide Service dogs. There are many civilian groups that help veterans obtain a service dog. Many times, at no, or low cost to the veteran. That’s the norm, for our Veterans. They have to reach out to civilian organizations, to get their required medical needs. That’s because the VA, and our government wont. Why is that Mr President? You continually bring up your sons military service, while veterans are reaching out to civilian agencies, because the VA WON’T fulfill their needs. How long have you been in politic? Why don’t you add another 800 Billion to the Defense Spending; while veterans kill themselves.
I told the man I am, an Advance Certified Animal Care Specialist, and trained Koda myself. He asked to pet Koda, and I let him. Koda, licked his hand softly and gave him his sweetest look. I showed him a few hand signals, I’ve taught him. We were both lost in the gentle actions of Koda. For a moment; we forgot about the crowded clinic. That didn’t last long; because the minions, can’t have it. Rick is enjoying himself; we have to do something about it. Nurse, after nurse strolling by. Clicking pens, fake coughs, flailing arms, and Mental Health Ward Gaslighting. Then, one brings out the American Flag. Yep, they have to throw that in our face. When all else fails, they use the American Flag. It’s folded, and just a Gaslighting Prop. They pulled that one two years ago, after I complained to the Patient Advocate. Koda, and I handle ourselves like pros, because we are. This is a small VA Hospital, with very limited doctor staff. Nurses, think they control the show, Many times they do. Free Speech, is not so Free; in the United States of America. It can cost you dearly.
An hour later, I finally got the Ophthalmologist request in. We headed back up to the lab. We had the minions rushing ahead of us, to the elevator. Koda and I entered, one man had a clear plastic bag. This bag had the exact items, I left on our kitchen counter this morning. This, another act of Gaslighting. It also, lets a Target Know, they are being watched, or someone has entered their home. It’s another Gaslighting Tactic; used to attack the mental health of a Target, to bait and discredit them.
Then, there are two others. Dressed in their Bright Perp Colors. The man, working his way, as close to Koda as possible. We stood to the back, but when the elevator opened, they wanted us to exit first. We didn’t, and I told the two by the door to go ahead. As they did, I could see the man in the tan blazer. He was the same man, with the two VA Police, when we first came in. He was standing just to the right of the elevator door. As Koda and I step to the door, I said wait. That’s his command to stop and wait. Knowing that at almost every corner, entrance or exit; a minion, is waiting. Koda, stops and waits. As we do, the man in the tan blazer, walks pass us. As he does, he reaches into the elevator, open handed, fingers separated, right at Koda face. The two that stepped out ahead of us, standing there, in their perp colors, to witness; if I act out. I didn’t, and neither did Koda. I told the man “He’s a service dog, you don’t do that to someones service dog”. He smiles and says “I was just saying hi”. I didn’t start a confrontation, and we left for the lab. We are in a medical facility, the staff is not educated enough, to not reach out, at a Service Dog? Give me a fucking break….
We go into this small room so I can get my blood drawn. The smell of sanitizer and alcohol, was overwhelming. It irritated Koda, immensely. He still, just lay at my left side. I ran labs at two veterinary facilities, and at the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo; in Colorado. I know what labs and exam rooms smell like. This is a tactic used on Targets. They use the sense of smell to harass and Gaslight Targets. They will use sanitizer, alcohol, auto exhaust, second hand smoke, the smell of gasoline and diesel. You can see them in action, at the Grand Junction Walmart, parking lot. It’s on their cameras.
We finished our labs, and head to the parking garage. Ahead of us, rushes someone from the Hospital. He walks upwind, and lights a cigarette. We get in the car and leave, as the minions come out flipping their hair.
We drive across the street to have lunch. It was literally just across the street. It was a long morning, and our day not even half over. We gather our things, go in. As we enter; there are two young guys setting by the window. Probably in their early twenties, they start fake coughing. There’s a woman ahead of us, she stalling, giving other minions time to show up. Koda and I patiently wait. The guy at the counter disappeared. We are used to this. More minions, come marching in. Yep, its a Stupid Fest; sponsored by the Local Village Idiots Association. I finally get my order in, take my cup, get mobbed at the soft drink fountain. The Coke dispenser didn’t work, I mentioned it to the employee that rushed up there ahead of us. She moved the top of the Coke tap, and said try it. I did, as sprays all over Koda and I.
We have a seat, Koda laying at my left fett, minion after minion, walking by; looking directly down at Koda. Not even giving me a glance; just intently, looking into Koda’s eyes. Koda the Magnificent didn’t even flinch. He was looking at dad, waiting for the delicious morsels, he so well deserved. While we ate, someone blocked the view to our car, with an SUV. It was soon surrounded, by vans, trucks, and SUVs. None of them had an electric car, Mr Transportation Secretary. I don’t know where these Bottom Feeders are getting their gas money from? They don’t seem to be working.
We finished our lunch, headed to the door, as a minion rushes to the bathroom, thinking I may have to pee. They will leave piss all over the floor for Koda to step in. Really, they will. Just ask the Walmart employees in Grand Junction, Colorado, or Buckeye, Arizona. We get in the car, someone has moved my rear view mirror, changed my air conditioning settings (it’s going to be 100 today). Both my back windows were down about an inch. Nothing taken, just shit tampered with. This is the norm, for a Targeted Individual, in the United Sates of America.
Koda and I headed to the River Park. They have several fenced, dog play areas. We got there before noon, not to hot for Koda yet. I took him there often, after I first adopted him. For socialization and other training. There are pictures from two years ago, in our photostream.
When we arrived, there was no one in the three open play areas. I’m thinking great, Koda can be a dog! But, I know what’s coming. He’s looking around, a bit confused, its been two years. He finally realized where he was. He starts skipping across the grass, running, happy as can be. It was short lived; the minions start showing up. First, we had a guy brig in a big pit-bull. Thinking I would be intimidated. I’ve worked with military working dogs for years, pit-bulls are sweethearts; compared. Koda wasn’t intimidated either. His tail wagging, panting, happy to make a new friend. NOT, what they expected. Koda, rushes up to the bruit, as do I, covering his back. I started talking, with the young guy who brought him in. Just basic things, he had questions about his dog, I happily gave him suggestions. His wife (Miss Honey-Pot), setting in the car, joins us. Short-shorts, bending and stretching exposing way to much flesh. I didn’t mind, but didn’t drool over it. It’s Basic Gang Stalking 101.
Then comes in the Red Husky. It was followed by a manly-man. Shaved head, muscles bulging everywhere, tight shirt and pants. Koda rushes to greet the Husky, his happy self. The Husky, a young male, seemed a bit taken. Koda and the Pittie rushing at him. The guy who brought it in, came over to the picnic table. The Perp Couple, still there. The Husky had a Service dog vest, so I asked the guy about him. He told me about a local organization, that trains them and gives them to vets.
Then he tried to repeat some of the same conversation, I had with the guy in the electric wheel chair, this morning. He tried hard, but flubbed it. This is called Street Theater. The guy told me he was a vet with PTSD. I’m not going to question that. I could tell the man was troubled. It showed in his eye contact, facial expressions. I could tell anxiety was setting in. I didn’t fault this man. I didn’t judge him. I’m sure so many have. He told me he was a veteran, I could see he was troubled; that was enough. Some people are recruited into Gang Stalking, even veterans. Often, being offered something that can’t achieve for themselves. Unknowing, of the full picture. Mr President; why don’t you help veterans in need of service dogs? This poor guy tried his best, then went and sat in his truck, with his dog. My heart weighing heavy, knowing this struggling man, has been so wrongly misguided.
As Koda is having a blast; a FedEx Semi pulls into the parking lots. He takes up a ton of parking places. Parking, facing the side of my car. So, he can set in his truck, watch me, and my car. Then a big construction truck pulls in. It has a cherry picker. It parked behind us. This is a small, city parking lot.
I get mobbed, followed, blocked and cut off by FedEx, UPS, and USPS drivers, all the time. No shit folks, many people are afraid to discuss it, but IT IS TRUE. Our Government Agencies; have their minions all over the United States. Spying on, baiting and harassing, Targets. They even have your neighbors spying on you. Some call it the Neighborhood Watch, others call it Gang Stalking. It’s Domestic Terrorism! Just look up he definition if you need to. Educate yourselves, please.
Karen came in, as he was leaving the play area. Her job was to throw balls towards the fence. Close to the outer sidewalk. As she did; local sociopaths, waiting for an opportune moment. They would ride by on a bikes, skates; in their colors. Some, carrying floats for the swimming area (too far away). There’s a parking lot, not full at all. Trying everything to try and get Koda to chase and bark after them. All the while, getting their daily needs, of sociopathic fulfillment. It didn’t work that well. Koda was getting to hot and tired to chase anything. They continued trying, in their bright orange and red colors. Their combined intelligence, far lower, than this amazing dog that has blessed my life. But, they will try and take that away from me. Weekly, daily; sometimes. Koda was getting hot, so it was time for us to leave.
We needed to get a few groceries. I wanted to try a local City Market in Fruita, Colorado. It’s only about 12 miles from our camp. The minions in wait; knowing there are a few things I need. Yep, they really do. I’m sure they did an inventory while I was gone. They tamper with my motorhome, all the time. They like to tamper with my frig in the summer, move things around, sometimes destroy small items. They did this in Yosemite National Park too.
As we pull in; they had the Honey-Pot walking pass me. There were minions waiting to mob and block us at the carts; just like Walmart. Once inside, they started setting up. Using their carts, their bodies; to block me from getting ranch dressing, veggies, salad-mix, bread, butter and water. One woman attempting 4 times, thinking I needed more than I did. I was tempted to ask her to hold my phone, as I start a prerecord, loud, extended fart, on it. But, decided against it. A prank I share with my granddaughters. Yes, I’ve been watching too much YouTube.
We get the same community mobbing show, as we do at Walmart. But, with less intensity; piece of cake. I wanted one, as I walked through the bakery. Koda helps pull my heavy cart, with the water and all. We headed to the checkout. Billy-Bob, was waiting to cut in front of us. The young couple ahead of him, were keeping the cashier occupied by their personal life. Long after they paid. They gave another, time to slip in behind us. Sometimes these people will switch things out; from my cart, or the conveyor. As another keeps me occupied, by harassing Koda. This guy didn’t, he just got smothering close. As we leave, we get blocked at the doors, a bid diesel truck; setting up to accelerate just in front of us, as we step out the doors. As we leave; here comes the Hony-Pot again.
You may ask; who is “they”. “They”, are some of the people you work with. “They”, are some of people working in our VA Hospitals, Clinics. “They”, are some of your neighbors. “They”, may be a relative, someone you may consider as a friend. “They”, are some of the police officers, in your community, your state. “They”, are many, in our government agencies.
Mr President, Mr CIA, FBI, and Homeland Security Directors, as you cower in the Halls of our Nation. Like, the Law Enforcement Officers, in the Halls, of the a Uvalde Texas, Grade School. As teachers and children are slaughtered. How many veterans have have ended their lives today? How many have committed suicide while on your watch? How many can be attributed to the horrific treatment, at VA Facilities; from VA Staff. By the retaliation, mobbing, gaslighting, harassment, dismissal; from VA Staff? How long are you going to pretend that Electronic Weapons; are not being used and tested, on us citizens, on US Soil? How long are you going to pretend Gang Stalking is not real? That this is not Domestic Terrorism! You criticize other Nations on their Human Rights Treatment! You can’t even keep your own houses in order! Look at our History!
There are veterans afraid to speak out. I’ve spoken to some of them. I don’t question their courage, one bit. No one should. So, send you minions my way. The Airplanes, Jets and Helicopters. The Village Idiots, Sociopaths, and Narcissist; that do your bidding. Attack my character, discredit me, destroy my life. My mental health is fine, I can take it; I have for 14 years. There are many that can’t!
And, LEAVE MY DAUGHTER AND DOG ALONE.
Like, many would like you to belive; No, I don't belive everyone is out to get me. Just the Bottom Feeders, trying to destroy our democrocy.
I have spoke to many in the medical field. Gaslighting in our medical facilities (not just veteran), is extremely common. Workplace Mobbing, is at all time highs. Employers, are scratching their heads, wondering why; many don’t want to return to work. It’s the Toxic Work Environment, in the United States. Workplace Mobbing, is rewarded in the United States Workplace. Those that are willing to lie, cheat, steal and ride on the backs of others; are the ones being promoted.
The title, The Morning After; is from the following morning of my last post (Contentment). In that post; I wrote the Gunfire ended. I spoke to soon. When I stepped out the next day, putting our solar panels out; the Gunfire started again. When I took Koda out to pee, at 7 am; there was a motorcycle waiting behind the hill. The one in the picture, the right foreground. He comes flying through the dry creek bed, to the left of our motorhome. You see it in the picture. I took it standing 5 foot, to the left of our motorhome. I play fetch with Koda there. In the mornings and some evenings. That's why they do it. The minion on the motorcycle, does a couple loops around the back of the motorhome, too. That day, we had the Loma, Colorado, Village Idiots firing high powered rifles. When we went out to move solar panels, and our morning walk. I solar for 95% of my electrical needs, and move them to get max output. They use the sun, to judge the time of day, and when I will come out. When I took Koda out to pee, for the evening; here comes another motorcycle, doing the same thing. But yes, Mr FBI Director and Local Law Enforcement; its all just a coincidence. As you would like the United States of America, and the world to think.
I need to move in my solar panels folks. Billy-Bob is waiting by the roadside. He wants to see if I bring Koda out, without a leash. Everything I’ve told you is real, and TRUE. Its not based on my feelings; as a VA staff member, tried to tell me today. It’s based on some of the best, military reconnaissance training, in the world. It’s based on 14 years, of documents, videos, pictures and conversations with other Targeted Individual, in the United States. Gang Stalking is real in the United States of America. Don’t let anyone tell you its not, or just a Conspiracy Theory (their normal Scape-Goat). Violence, is not the answer. Neither, is Mobbing someones house, or workplace. Educate yourself, speak out, us online venues, vote. If you look hard enough, you will find the truth. Please do, before it disappears; like so much, in American History. As I tried to upload this, I couldn’t log onto Flickr. Someone had changed my password. I had to reset it. Someone, also locked me out of my VA, online account. This is what happens when you tell the TRUTH, about the United States of America.
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Another beauty from a motorway services.
Aire de repos de Cahagnes - Calvados - France
View onto the Bernina Alps over the Pian di Spagna plain between the Lakes Mezzola and Como.
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Blick auf die Bernina-Alpen über die Pian di Spagna Ebene zwischen dem Mezzola und dem Comersee hinweg.
Turning onto King Street with a 44 on 15.2.22 is red line biogas 412, which I haven't seen since 2019! Not sure how that's happened, since I've done quite a bit of spotting around the red line city area this winter and should theoretically have seen it... a big red E400 City with green eyelashes is hard to miss, after all. In fact I was pretty sure I had seen it, sans Greta graphics and looking like a normal 44, but it must've been one of the others.
This is one of the remotest and most isolated farms I can remember visiting. It's so close to the US border that my cell phone started picking up cell towers in North Dakota. The house's windows still look out onto the great emptiness of the border country.
Near (sort of) Gladmar, Saskatchewan
July 2018
View from above the scenery onto Europe´s biggest waterfall(though I may doubt this - think of Norway or Iceland! - so lets call it the biggest in central Europe!
A double deck semi fast crosses the wonderful bridge above the falls on it´s way to Winterthur on 22nd August 2018.
These new EMUs are quite comfortable, good seating, smooth running as I could explore on a trip to Zuerich.
The bridge is an interesting construction, it´s 12 arches not being identical to each other due to the rocky condition of the subsoil in the river.
The bridge is situated here in a way that only on the longest days of the year the sun reaches the side to be seen here, which means we came too late for this on 22nd August 2018...
Visitors can walk around the whole scenery, beginning down at the shores and walking clockwise around the falls, crossing the railway bridge on a footwalk and continuing the way along the shore opposite with some viewpoints around and from Lauffen castle, then crossing the river again on a road bridge about one km down the river.
Recommended, best during times without too much tourism...
the rock in the middle can also be reached by the boats to be seen in the image, starting from the shore down here.
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I decided to try using a Holga lens with a Nikon F mount on my Nikon D7000 DSLR today. I fitted the Holga filter holder with the soft surround filter onto the lens to see if I could get a nice soft, dreamy look in-camera the way I can with my Holga film cameras. It's probably not something I would use too often in the future but it was well worth the time to experiment.
Cracker Jack here hid the peanut he had inside the railing. Luckily there is a piece of crisscross metal inside that it did not fall down otherwise it would be lost forever.
I want to thank each and everyone in advance who took the time to visit my little space here on Flickr.
CP 384 heads onto UP rails in Northbrook Illinois with a CP SD30ECO, 2 SOO GP38-2's, a CSX AC4400CW, NS SD70ACe, and a KCS ES44AC
South Shore Freight's "Belt Job" has just crossed NS's ex-PRR South Chicago & Southern and is moving onto the gauntlet track at Hegewisch station. This area is as far south and east as one can be in the City of Chicago; thus, Hegewisch is a very busy station during the South Shore Line's rush hours, as the neighborhood lacks any other (direct) transit service to downtown Chicago.
I stumbled onto this place about a month ago. It's on the beach, below a moldy crumbling hotel. In its heyday, holidayers splashed in salt water in stone-ringed swimming pools cemented into the rocks.
The pools are long empty now, their walls cracked and falling, their bottoms slick with mud and spiked with weedy grasses. I've taken lots of pics there but... so far... have utterly failed to capture the mood (I think it's something I may need to shoot at night; it's on my list, along with so many other scenes).
Anyway, I went down there the other day, hoping the pools would reveal their true eeriness if shot in infrared at the right time of day. Wouldn't you know it. Someone was down there, working in an adjacent shed. So I sneaked along the rocky beach (hey... not trespassing - everything below the high tide line is public) and scooted in under the dock with my gear. The rocks are very steep and slippery and, as usual, the wind was howling. I was constantly worried that my camera and tripod would tumble into the drink... so I hovered very closely during every long exposure. Sometimes I think I get better pics when I'm truly frightened (of whatever) while I'm taking them.
I make no apologies for this being red. I like it for its simplicity and straight lines. Also... to me, there's a whooshing-through-space effect. One of my all-time favourite things.
Funny how the wind gets up and the rain comes down when you reach an exposed hill... and then 3 buses go past you at once... and ANOTHER thing... (no buses up here actually :-)
A train of loaded coal buckets from Wyoming pulls into the Flint Creek unloading loop on the south side of Gentry. For as few of these AC44s still sporting their original tattered gray paint there are, sure seems like I've run across them pretty often the last couple of years.
This wooden structure is over 100 years old and 140,000 tons of coal per week used to get loaded onto boats and sail down the Tyne from here
31418 sneaks from the Melton Mowbray line onto the Midland Main line at Syston Junction it was at the head of the09.28 Norwich to Birmingham New Street service.
The picture was taken from the Blue Circle Cement terminal. We were there with permission from the signalman and we had Hi-vis vests on, of course we had the usual warning "Don't get run-over".
31 418 was built at Brush and entered service new to 30A Stratford as D5522 on 12th March 1959. It was allocated 31104 under TOPS but never carried it becoming ETH fitted 31418 instead. The loco was withdrawn 06/10/1995 and is preserved by A1A Locomotives.
Copyright Geoff Dowling 26/01/1985: All rights reserved
Not one of the officially set up shots... BR Large Logo liveried Class 47/4 47635 "Jimmy Milne" backs down onto the Blue/Grey stock to set up the next shot during an EMRPS Night shoot at the Epping & Ongar Railway
Looking onto the Atlantic Ocean from the hilltop above Cartwright, Labrador.
Greenland is out there, about 700 miles northeast. Albany, where my trip started, is about 1,100 miles southwest.
Note the stunted vegetation. This is not the windiest place I’ve ever been, but it is the windiest I’ve ever used a tripod — it blew right over as soon as I let go of it. I kind of expected that, so I removed the camera between each photo.
Every year, some time around now, the morning post plops onto the doormat at 123 Somewhereintheblackcountry Street, Walsall, England (not a real address – or an impressive and unintended coincidence if it is). A stovepipe hat wearing septuagenarian hears the sound of the letterbox flap dropping back into place and shuffles along the hall to where among the myriad leaflets for home delivery pizza services that have spread across the floor, he finds and opens an envelope, in which lies a cheque made payable to a Mr N Holder for a very large sum of money. Attached to the cheque is a note which screams “IT’S CHRISTMAS!!!, Love you Noddy, from the people in charge of the dishing out the royalties.” All is well in the world and this famous pensioner will survive the year ahead in comfort and unaffected by the astronomical wholesale price increases in gas and electricity. All because of a song he sung as the front man of a band called Slade nearly fifty years ago that still gets blasted across the airwaves in every supermarket, every workplace and at every party across the land as soon as the bunting goes up in early November. Merry Christmas Everbody!
I really hate that song. In fact, that’s pretty much my position on all popular Christmas songs. In fact (and you may need to read the next bit with your eyes covered because it contains a blasphemy), I even hate “Fairytale of New York,” and that’s an undeniably wonderful record – everyone loves that one don’t they? I know that makes no sense, but when you hear these songs played on loop time after time, year after year wherever you go, whether you asked to hear them or not, you start to wonder how much more of it you can take. But most of all, I can’t stand that song by Slade; the one I’ve been forced to listen to for weeks on end every year since I was seven years old. Anyone coming into my office during the festive period (or any other period for that matter) was far more likely to be serenaded with Black Sabbath or Rainbow; or maybe Billie Holliday if I was in a more reflective mood. If they popped their heads through the door to say goodbye at the end of the day, then they might find me sitting at my desk with my head in my hands, lost somewhere amidst Dave Gilmour’s guitar break from “Comfortably Numb.” I always save Pink Floyd for the most important moments.
So you’re probably thinking to yourself, “what a miserable old curmudgeon he is, listening to Pink Floyd while we’re all being invited to Step into Christmas by Elton John” and you may be right, but it’s just that I’ve never been comfortable with what someone I once knew rather creatively referred to as “enforced jollity.” I like to enjoy things (including Christmas) in my own quiet way, and I never understand why people feel the need to almost bankrupt themselves in the annual budget race as they seek out the most extravagant crackers and a turkey the size of a small ostrich. Most people don’t even like turkey because no matter what recipe they follow, the resulting Christmas Day roast is a dry as a fortnight in Lanzarote. Answers on a postcard please. In fact, Ali and I were supposed to be in Lanzarote at the moment, but the arrival of Omicron B put the frighteners on us and we postponed that much wanted dose of winter Vitamin D. Although in retrospect it seems we may as well have gone in any case.
Lee and I were discussing the pleasures of the Yuletide season on the way to a place where you can’t hear Slade on Monday, and concluded that the best thing ever about Christmas is the break from work. He said his wife couldn’t wait to have thirteen days catching up on sleep and overdosing on cheese, which pretty much echoed my favourite memories of the festive period in the days when work ruled everything. A couple of days earlier, after some lengthy discussions around whether we were really bothered at all about it, Ali and I had finally decided to drag the decorations out of the loft. It was a slow process, interrupted by her insistence on singing the words of non Christmas songs to the wrong tunes; something she does deliberately at regular intervals to make me think I’ve finally lost the plot completely. Either that or she’s in the mood to amuse herself by awakening the uncontrollable pedant that lurks close to the surface, ever waiting to be invited to the table because she knows that the person who hates this trait in me most of all is myself. This time she was warbling happily away with the sparse lyrics of Lieutenant Pigeon’s “Mouldy Old Dough” to the tune of Roger Whittaker’s “Dirty of Town.” Try it for yourself – it works rather neatly in fact. So to correct her and also make sure my own memory was still intact, I located a YouTube video of the eternally bizarre “Mouldy Old Dough” and the next three minutes were lost to a bout of uncoordinated movements that were supposed to pass for dancing in the hallway as we procrastinated on the Christmas decorations. With further similar bouts of irrelevant and deliberate dithering, it took all day to finish assembling the fifteen year old artificial Virginia Pine and covering it in baubles and tinsel.
So, it seems appropriate that miserable old souls such as mine are cast into the wilderness, to a place where the strains of Slade’s annual reign can’t reach, and I can enjoy the sound of not very much at all. After all, a brain as full as much useless nonsense as this one contains needs a quiet space in which to recover. On Monday, we found such silent contentment in the misty and rainy wilds of Dartmoor, an early start delivering us to the abandoned Nun’s Cross Farm, where the only other human we saw was a lone trail runner who wasn’t playing Slade on his headphones as far as I could tell. Life seems so much easier in places where nobody is urging you to join in the fun and sing along with everyone else. And no, I’m not going to wear a paper crown either, just because we always do.
Today’s post is dedicated to all you similarly minded people whose only crime is to want to escape the madness of enforced jollity. For those of you who love the madness, do have fun, but please leave us out of it – we’re happy being miserable after all. It’s why we come to places like Nun’s Cross Farm in the pouring rain in December.
And as for Mariah Carey - let's not even go there..........
67027 Colas leads Classmate 67023 Colas onto NORTH STAFFS Jn. with the 1Q27 12:29 CREWE C.S (L&NWR SITE) - DERBY R.T.C via London Euston Crewe , Wednesday 27th May 2020 ..
In a scene of neglectic railway infrastructure, a cameo of Stanier 'Black 5' 4-6-0 45231 'The Sherwood Forester' moving onto Crewe (LSL) depot on 1st October 2019, viewed across the weed-infested former platform 1 and parcels bays at Crewe station.
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37428, Runcorn - Widnes bridge, 22-06-1988. About to cross the Ethelfleda Bridge en route to Liverpool. The bridge was named after Ethelfleda the Queen of the Mercians (870s to 918) who had associations with Runcorn where her kingdom’s most northerly border was. The bridge is much cleaner now.
Ran onto campus for my 15th "Squirrel Run" at the University of Michigan since our work from home started to combat COVID-19. Today was different from a variety of standpoints. First, it was on Sunday June 21st, 2020 (Father's Day). Second, I had Jeremy and Michael with me (they were great). We also had Runyon, which was less productive. Poor Runyon wanted to play with the squirrels - I am fairly sure about that. I did see two squirrels over a Law Quad that I hooked up with medicated pecans. I almost need some more. At a personal level, the squirrels cheer me up. They always do. Sending love and virtual hugs from Ann Arbor, Michigan.