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Two tigers drag a 90-car loaded tank train west into Brewster on the afternoon of Jan. 18, 2019. The second unit had overheated and was not running when this was taken, putting a strain on the 6315 for about ten miles. Three foreign power GE's were the replacement power for the trip west of Brewster.
This was the tamer part. I almost made it to the top, but got too overheated to make it all the way up.
July 2, 2020 - Arapahoe, Beaver City, Alma Nebraska
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July came in with a Bang! Sweet storm setup with small tornado potential this day. We knew before we went that this would be an outflow dominate storm. A shelf cloud that stretched all the way from South Dakota into Kansas. 286 Miles long as we intercepted this beast storm about 8:15pm near Beaver City Nebraska for starters.
For some odd reason my Canon T3i overheated this late evening so I wasn't able to get all the pics that wanted from this day. With that being said, I have limited photos from this event.
Though what we did capture was simply Storm Chasing Eye Candy! High instability with a huge mammatus field stretching from horizon to horizon. One of the best photographic shelf clouds of the 2020 season.
Best thing was, we got out in front of it again by Alma Nebraska... Surreal!
With pics from my smartphone and some video help from Myles Nelson I was able to put this vid together! Took a few weeks but the end result is of course ....Epic! Storm Chasing out in the plains of South Central Nebraska to kick off the month of July was simply a hoot!
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After a busy morning of working around the house, I received word that UP 1989 (Union Pacific's Denver and Rio Grande Western Heritage Unit) was slated to depart Lathrop within a few minutes and head to Radum to pick up 100+ wellcars in storage. At the time, I was walking out of Bed, Bath, and Beyond and had to race home to grab my camera gear before hopping back on the freeway and flooring it to Livermore, where I planned to intercept the train. Despite traffic being a nightmare on the Sunol Grade and into Livermore proper, I made it to the location in which I planned to shoot with time to spare. The spot I chose was Greenville Trestle, which has been on my list a while, and I was excited to finally have a chance to shoot it in nice light. Despite my frantic rush to the site, the train took its sweet time and got held up by ACE commuter trains. In fact, it got so backlogged that I was afraid the shadows were soon going to consumer my shot, as one can see them inching ever so closely to my subject in the photo. Alas, the train showed its nose around the bend after quite the wait and I was able to capture it crossing the bridge with one of the famous Altamont Pass windmills in action, framed between the supports. One shot down and the chase is on... or so I thought. Upon waiting to get out of the dirt lot and back on the road, my car's engine began overheating resulting in any more photos down the line being a no-go. My car was not too happy with me, but after a long drive, I made it back to San Jose and my car was off to Hyundai for service the next day. Stressful in the moment, but nothing like walking away from a shoot with an eventful story to tell!
🙈Caution, this reportage contains scenes
some people may find disturbing😱😁
During this time of lockdown the village has adapted and is holding the infamous Friday night pub quiz using Skype. However some of the members do find it challenging not being able to physically throw beer over each other.🍻🍻🍻
Now dear Mrs Beswetherick has been appointed quiz master and head of communications, not an easy role you must appreciate, tell me have any of you seen positions like this advertised in the situations vacant column of The Telegraph.📰
Following Friday nights quiz, Mrs Beswetherick thought ! she had shut down the Skype system, but unbeknown to her it was still live and one or two of the members slightly worse for wear, started to recall a story from last summer, who should be listening, none other than our Hoof who recalled the following reportage of the conversation.😜🐎
Evidently Mrs Rosewarne contacted Tizzy Talskiddy, who is the Honorary Secretary of the village bee keeping club, and Nancy Nancarrow who does a bit of glass blowing on the side. I should add these ladies do have form and could well be featuring in forthcoming reportage.💃💃💃🐝🐝🐝🍹🍹🍹
As it was a lovely day, Mrs Rosewarne suggested they have a day out in Marazion.
Tizzy and Nancy were well up for this. Mrs Rosewarne got her Reliant Robin Cabriolet out of the garage, what could possibly go wrong.🌞🚗
These ladies are so thoughtful and caring, Tizzy said she would organise the contents of her special hip flask, while Nancy would make a picnic hamper, with the emphasis on products that could stimulate botty coughing for entertainment purposes later in the day.🍹🍸🍷🍟🍎🍒🍕🍰🍰🍰💨💨💨
Mrs Rosewarne filled the Reliant Robin with some high octane fuel which she had made from the by-products of her homemade sloe gin, kicked the tyres to check the pressures were okay, and finally topped up the radiator with water. As we know older cars with aluminium cylinder heads can be slightly prone to overheating.⛽️🚰💧
With all the ladies on board off they went on their jolly, after about thirty miles ‘nee-nah’, ‘nee-nah’ they were pulled over by the police. An officer approached Mrs Rosewarne and enquired “did you realise your husband fell out of your car some ten miles back” Mrs Rosewarne responded, thank goodness for that I thought my hearing had gone.🚓👮♂️
Following a lovely afternoon sightseeing on St Michael’s Mount, the three ladies consumed their picnic on the beach in Mounts Bay, and topped this off with a few swift drinks in The Kings Arms at Marazion, obviously dear Mrs Rosewarne did not have a drink as she was driving.⛰🍕🍰🍎🍷
As darkness was falling our ladies felt it was time to head back towards the village. Well Mrs Rosewarne had only driven about 25 miles and the alcohol was having a bit of an affect on Tizzy and Nancy, they needed a pit stop, you know a comfort break. As it was dark Mrs Rosewarne pulled off the A30 into a gateway, I will leave the rest to your imagination.🌒😌😌
With the ladies suitably relieved they resumed the journey back home. They had not gone more than a couple of miles up the road and the car started to act up, Mrs Rosewarne who has experience of testing formula one racing cars knew something was wrong. Just as she was pulling over to assess the problem the car cut out, so she freewheeled it into a place of safety. (Or was it three wheeled it)
Mrs Rosewarne knows the difference between a big end and a piston ring, she had the bonnet up and found that the radiator was completely empty.😱🔧🔨
Here they were in the middle of nowhere, it was dark and miles from home, Mrs Rosewarne felt a huge sense of responsibility to Tizzy and Nancy, so calling on all of her engineering skills she came up with a plan on how to refill the radiator with water.🤔
She found a bucket in the boot of the Reliant Robin and said to Tizzy and Nancy, “now then ladies, if we can each pass a little water into the bucket, the radiator can be refilled and we will get home”.🛀💧💧💧
So Tizzy squat over the bucket, yes she had rearranged her Adam and the ants, you know what I am trying to say, well she squeezed and squeezed nothing, not a drop. Then Nancy strode purposely forward, thrust her breeches over her head, got down and squeezed and squeezed, nothing, you see Tizzy and Nancy had only just frequented a gateway a couple of miles back the road.🙈🙈
Step forward Mrs Rosewarne, she threw her great big old dress over her head, squat down and had a go, nothing. Mindful of getting the ladies home, Mrs Roseworne had another go.🙈
She lined herself up over the bucket, squeezed and squeezed, her face went red, even the veins in her neck were sticking out, then with one last huge try, she broke wind, Tizzy and Nancy p*ss*d themselves laughing.
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It seems poor Meep didn't get very far with that bargain rover that he purchased from Sincere Shawn. Assessing the trail of parts a dozen clicks long, the busted tires, leaking ooze, and overheated radium radiator, Meep is filled with buyer's remorse.
"I told you we should have gone to Honest John's" says his pal Karl.
"Meep!" replies Meep.
"You're right, Meep. Good thing you paid a little extra for the RRR roveside assistance protection"
To be continued...
"It's always the same nowadays in summer. We either get rubbish or it's too hot. We don't ever seem to get anything in between."
Two ladies of certain years stood in the car park of Morrison's supermarket in Brecon, discussing the weather. We're obsessed with the weather in the UK, simply because we get so much of it. On this Friday morning it was unusually hot and still, in the middle of a ten day period of unbroken Mediterranean conditions as we were. But just over a week earlier we shivered in our woollens and reached for the central heating controls as we wondered whether summer had been cancelled. Some of you in places where the mercury habitually passes the 30 centigrade notch and stays there for most of the summer laugh. But we're just not used to it in this country, which for most of the year is cold, wet and dark. Many of us head south for warmer climes each year where it's far hotter than this, but for reasons I can't really explain, it just feels more punishing here. Perhaps it's the humidity.
I was within listening distance of the conversation, but was carefully avoiding eye contact with anyone. The car park was almost completely full, and with shoppers constantly heading between their cars and the supermarket entrance across the concourse, there was no way I was going to attempt to reverse 6 metres of campervan into anything less than two adjacent empty spaces - even with the aid of a reversing camera. I reasoned I'd rather risk the odd dirty look than potentially maim some poor innocent in an attempt to squeeze Brenda into a space where even an experienced van driver might struggle. I'd parked at the side of a parking bay as unobtrusively as I could, but the two ladies having this conversation were both going to find it ever so slightly more challenging to reverse out of their spaces without hitting me.
A red haired man in a silver SUV circumnavigated the car park over and over again. I couldn't decide why he didn't just pull into one of the few empty bays. Every three or four minutes he would reappear, like the second hand of a ticking clock, inexplicably circling. Meanwhile I waited for Ali, who had gone inside to brave the crowds and fetch the provisions for the last two days of adventure in the mountain playground that lay a few miles south. All the while I expected the imminent arrival of some grumpy overheated local at my window to remonstrate with me on the subject of where I'd parked. But there was little I could do, and nobody troubled me anyway.
Eventually Ali arrived, looking hot and irritable and telling tales of battles at the supermarket shelves and enormous checkout queues. It seemed my ordeal had been the easier one. As we pulled away a sense of relief came immediately, partly because the first corner that I'd been frowning at for some time wasn't quite as tight as it has looked. Everything seems different in compact spaces when you're driving something twice the size of your usual vehicle. The red haired man in the silver SUV waved to beckon me out of the car park as he made yet another circuit and we were off back towards the sanity of the quiet mountain farm where we were staying. At one point we had to squeeze past an oncoming farmer in the narrowest of lanes, but he knew exactly where we could pass one another without incident and all was well in the world once more.
Later, we found ourselves deposited here at the top of the forest above the Talybont reservoir. The rest of the party had descended the valley to wander among the waterfalls and pools far below us. But Ali and I intended to walk the six miles back to our farm over two mountain summits. There's another tale there so stay tuned. For a moment we lingered here, gazing out into the big country from the clearing beneath the tall spruces and feeling the calm sensation that a view without evidence of human intervention brings.
I took this one on my phone and shared it on other social media, often a barometer for whether I decide to post an image here on Flickr. I resisted the temptation to tinker with it any further in the editing suite. After all, it had been well received and more importantly it felt like the right version of the image to me already. One of you was kind enough to suggest it reminded him of a scene from an Enid Blyton novel and I could see why. And yes that's her right there - my little shipmate on life's ocean of adventure, which may have been the title of one of those novels in fact.
It's going to be the first of a number of images from this six night rip to South Wales. There are stories to tell and pictures to go with them. I finally downloaded them onto my PC this morning, and as ever, I'm disappointed with some, but pleasantly surprised by others. But best of all - what a holiday. And what a way to be reminded that you don't need to travel over oceans and continents to find exquisite places when they're all over the place where you live if you just look for them.
Believe it or not, the fastest terrestrial animal in the world still needs extra help to carry out a successful hunt in the wild. Being the fastest has its advantages and its disadvantages. Reaching speeds of over 70 mph (110 kph) and doing so in just 3 to 4 seconds means burning lots of energy and pushing muscle physiology to its limits. As a result, the time that they can spend at this speed is very limited. Most hunts are over in under 60 seconds, at which point these cats are overheated and exhausted. So just as important as speed is their ability to remain hidden and get dangerously close to their prey before springing into action. In the tall amber grasses they only need to drop their heads about 6 to 8 inches to disappear like ghosts. If they can remain downwind they become formidable predators, hunting at speeds comparable to cars careening down an open highway. #iLoveNature #iLoveWildlife #WildlifePhotography in #Tanzania #Nature in #Africa #Serengeti #cheetahs #DrDADBooks #Canon #WildlifeConservation
Problems encountered with standard capacitors overheating and sometimes exploding with the more powerful weapon systems led to the development of a rifle with several capacitors, each taking turn.
This way by the time a single capacitor is used to fire again, it has sufficiently cooled down for almost unlimited usage potential.
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More laser shiz. Cause I can and it's just more fun to be honest.
With the only relief coming from the occasional passing cloud, the GLC OSTN departs Durand past Harvest Mills Elevator on a hot summer evening. A couple of the doors on the long hood were open due to an overheating fan motor, which made for an even noisier than normal cab on the old GP35.
Crocodiles can be often seen with their jaws wide open. They open their jaws to cool themselves because they don’t have sweat glands and to avoid overheating.
A caboose (North American railway terminology) or brake van or guard's van (British terminology) is a manned rail transport vehicle coupled at the end of a freight train. Although cabooses were once used on nearly every freight train in North America, their use has declined and they are seldom seen on trains, except on locals and smaller railroads.
The caboose provided the train crew with a shelter at the rear of the train. From here they could exit the train for switching or to protect the rear of the train when stopped. They also used windows to inspect the train for problems such as shifting loads, broken or dragging equipment, and overheated journals (hotboxes). The conductor kept records and otherwise conducted business from a table or desk in the caboose. For longer trips the caboose provided minimal living quarters, and was very frequently personalized and decorated with pictures and posters.
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taken on the infamous 2008 froot smoothie tour
5Q72 Long Marston - Willesden with 730220 and 730205 ran into trouble - gen suggests 37608 overheated after coming up the Lickey. It sounded healthy enough here but 37901 had already been dispatched. After just a few minutes in the loop the pair powered away, well I think 37901 on full power and 37608 ticking over to help the braking. Thanks to the driver, he gave me an extra 30 seconds to get a photo, I had run round the fields after seeing them arrive at Whitacre Junction, they coupled up and were off faster than I expected. Maybe he was just doing an extra brake test, either way I just got a shot but no time to get up onto the bridge.
It’s Movie Night again, but after the week, no, the month that Stormtrooper Bruce just had, he almost called it off. But once STB realized all he planned to do was lay on his bed like a slug, stuff his face and watch movies, why not go ahead and invite the guys, since that’s pretty much what they do anyway.
TK-1110: I have to say, I’m impressed you decided to have Movie Night. After all, we know what you went through last month with the P’s nephew showing up every day.
TK-432: I fully expected you to take that trip to Hoth you won on the Bake Off over the holidays.
STB: Nah, I’ve saving that for this summer, in case I get sent to some overheated desert planet. Movie Night just wouldn’t be the same without you guys. We’re like the Three Amigos. Or the Three Musketeers. Or even Huey, Dewey, and Louie!
TK-1110: OK already, we get it. We feel exactly the same way. No matter how tough things get, it seems a little better when you’re with friends.
TK-432: And nothing's better than nachos and Brewsky Buddies after a long week! Especially when you can crank up these cooling coils. I sure have missed these! They are the bomb!
STB: I'm not sure people say that anymore, but I know what you mean. Now let's sit back, enjoy them, and watch some movies!
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2 tripods, 2 lenses, a firework, a circuit board, a coloured led torch and some faffing. All in one exposure.
Während unseres Aufenthaltes auf einer Husky Farm nahe Ivola hatten wir auch die Möglichkeit die Huskys in ihrem weitläufigen Gehege aufzusuchen und Fotos zu machen, natürlich verbunden mit einigen Streicheleinheiten ;-)
Ein Ausflug mit den Huskys war leider auf Grund der noch warmen Temperaturen wegen der Gefahr der Überhitzung nicht möglich. Ein Grund noch mal im Winter nach Lappland zu reisen.
During our stay at a husky farm near Ivola we also had the opportunity to visit the huskies in their spacious enclosure and take photos, of course with some petting ;-)
Unfortunately, a trip with the huskies was not possible due to the still warm temperatures due to the risk of overheating. A reason to travel to Lapland again in winter.
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Very old but still running..
Someone installed an electric cooling fan to keep truck from overheating...
Have a great week ahead..
What's this- me adding additional light!? It just doesn't seem proper.
It was a very, very dark night by the time we had retreated halfway down the building. To get a sense of the room at all, the ever handy Michael did some light painting with my (rapidly overheating) torch. At the sea-facing side of the building we felt safe to create light. At the 'front' side however, we hid in the darkness as we realised we were in full view of a lady looking out of her window. Please don't call the police!, I hoped.
These wide windows were rather oppressive in the standard rooms but here (not sure what this room was) the open space made great use of an entire wall of windows. The landscape stretched out all the way across - it was really interesting.
A 12 bedroom bird motel, overheated by the heat of this summer, offers safety haven for little birds protecting them from predators. An array of multiple units are available for wild birds at Nat Refuge in Leeds point, NJ
Running a bit too late for "ideal eastbound lighting", I would have probably just watched IMPI roll through town. But with a set of three Union Pacific B-boats, I needed to capture it. Crew wasn't too happy with the power at all, as the middle unit had overheated and gone down. Mind doesn't remember that detail but I was at least smart enough to put it down in my notes.
Out looking for Boxing Week sales
Peanut rarely smiles so I am not sure whether she is overheated or smiling
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One from the Archives:
I remember one morning in 2014; think it may have been my first day out trying to photograph birds with a “proper lens.”
After spotting a Black Neck Stilt furiously chasing an American Avocet, I pointed my lens at the birds and fired off a few frames.
When I checked the back of my camera and saw that I had actually captured the flying Avocet, I was astonished... It was a wonderful day : )
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Meet the American Avocet:
The American Avocet takes elegance to a new level. This long-legged wader glides through shallow waters swishing its slender, upturned bill from side to side to catch aquatic invertebrates.
It dons a sophisticated look for summer with a black-and-white body and a rusty head and neck. During the winter the head and neck turn a grayish white, but the bird loses none of its elegance as it forages along coastal waters or rests while standing on one leg.
Female American Avocets sometimes lays eggs in the nest of another female, who incubates them without noticing. This is called “brood parasitism,” and American Avocets may do it to other species, too; American Avocet eggs have been found in the nests of Mew Gulls.
On the other hand, species such as Common Terns and Black-necked Stilts may also parasitize avocet nests. In the case of the stilts, the avocets reared the hatchlings as if they were their own.
American Avocets place their nests directly on the ground without the benefit of shrubs to provide shade. To keep the eggs from overheating during incubation, they dip their belly feathers in water.
American Avocet chicks leave the nest within 24 hours of hatching. Day-old avocets can walk, swim, and even dive to escape predators.
The oldest recorded American Avocet was at least 15 years old when it was found in California, where it had been banded a decade and a half earlier.
(Nikon D610, 300/4.0 + TC 1.4, 1/2500 @ f/6.3, ISO 500, edited to taste)
Bar Codes:
A zebra's stripes act like an equine fingerprint - each individual’s pattern is unique. Foals recognize their mothers by the pattern of their stripes, as well as by scent and call.
Keeping cool:
A zebra’s stripy coat is thought to disperse more than 70 percent of incoming heat, preventing the animal from overheating in the African sun.
Stripe force:
It's thought that a zebra's stripes serve to help camouflage the animal in long grass, and distract predators. Recent research also shows that a zebra's stripes may have evolved to keep biting insects at bay - the monochrome pattern seems to throw off the visual systems of flies. (Source: "Wildlife and photography at its best from BBC Wildlife Magazine")
Yesterday I think that I officially proved that crab fishing was no longer the most dangerous job in the world. I think that I get myself into more trouble through landscape photography than any crab fisherman get themselves into. So yesterday I decided to make the two and a half hour trip out to the Columbia hills to photograph the wildflowers. I finally made it to the entrance of the remote park, and started down a 5 mile dirt road that led into the park. Chug, chug chug… about 2 miles in on a remote dirt road steam starts to pour out from underneath my hood. Being completely car illiterate, I jumped out of my car, ran across the street, and waited for the car to self-destruct at any moment. I soon realized that the car had just overheated and I just needed to let it cool down and then add water (I think my car has a leak ). I called my trusty Papa who walked me through it every step of the way. With a broken car I was unable to make it the rest of the way to the campground, so I decided to go exploring from where my car was parked and photograph whatever I could. I walked about 2 miles into an open field where I found a nice grouping of lupines and balsam root flowers that I thought might make a nice foreground. So, I waited in the field for a couple hours until sunset finally arrived. As soon as the sun started to set, amazing thunderclouds floated through making for an incredible sunset. I started rapidly shooting when I caught out of the corned of my eye a really bright flash, and then just a couple seconds later came the “BANG!” Excited and kinda freaked out I photographed this amazing display of light and weather that very rarely ever formulates. The lightning kept getting closer and closer until you saw and heard the lightning at the same time. I was having a blast until I realized that I was standing in the middle of an open field, with a large metal tripod sticking into the air with a large metal camera affixed to the end of it. What stupidity! Freaking out, I began to sprint back to the car. Lightning flashing everywhere, thunder rattling my ear drums, and the rain pouring . I finally made it back to my car, and was then able to review my LCD screen. I captured the lightning striking amid this amazing sunset overhead of these incredible wildflowers. I was able to encourage my car back to life (with the help of my Papa (thanks Papa!)) and take off down the dirt road like I was on the set of the Dukes of hazard. I finally made it out of the storm and arrived at the nearest McDonald’s where I discovered 4 large ticks stuck to my leg, but the picture is so worth the hassle!
-Lijah
My take on a DC comic ah-legend, tyvm. A badass chic who is villain and antihero - then hero. In this photo she is saving the groceries in my car from overheating due to the TX sun and global warming. I dare you not to call her, *batting my lashes* "muh hero"! Don't judge! Groceries are 'spensive.
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Knottingley depot
37422, 37423, 08605 and 08704 (out of shot) create a rather dramatic view of what's possible in 2021.
1Z37 working from Carlisle to Leeds with 37419/423 ran into difficulties when 419 overheated.
eventually removing the errant loco at Kirkby Thore, 423 tackled the s&c with 11 bogies and 2 dead 66s.
fire alarms on 423 caused more delays.
The tour then missed out Leeds and I went to Wakefield kirkate to relive 1Z37.
After reversal and into the down goods load 37423 was detached and went light to Knottingley.
As this driver stayed with the loco unfortunately it made his hours too long for the following day and some route was sadly lost today (Saturday)
1Z37 then went into Europort. but had to leave straight away as any moves would have delayed a commercial intermodal service.
Arriving in York some 2hrs late then 5Z37 to Knottingley. 37423 was waiting and a hastily arranged 37422 from York had also arrived.
next job was get some pics! water the stock. remove the 66s and place the 37s for the morning departure.
it turned into a long evening, but worth every minute.
July 22, 2016
Inukshuk:
/ɪˈnʊkʃʊk/
noun
1. a stone used by the Inuit to mark a location
Scott and I had an awesome day hiking around in the woods. We've been to this spot before, but the last time we were out, we spotted this inukshuk but ran out of light before we managed to photograph it.
So today, we made the journey back. I waded out into the water with my tripod and set up for this shot. Everything was going well until a blue scorpion fish thing landed on my foot and tried to crawl up my leg. No thanks.
After I made it out of the water, it was a quick trip back before the rain hit.
The heat was rough though, and even though the round trip was only about 3km, I was pretty much overheated by the time we got back to the car.
+1 in the comments of me out in the water shooting. Photo was taken by Scott and processed by me. Yay for teamwork.
Hope everyone has had a good day.
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My Interplanetary Memories
Interplanetary Travel
Every day that I wake up on other planets meant the beginning of a new unknown for me. Every sunset meant the start of a new sky feast. I felt very lucky sometimes. It was indeed a great chance for me to witness these unique space landscapes. It took my breath away from these magnificent sights. I began to look forward to the sunsets. On some planets, the day could last quite long. It took me a long time to get used to these conditions. In fact, I can't say that I'm still fully used to this situation. The solstice time of each planet was different, after all. Considering the time I've spent in dark space, I can't say I worry much about the long solstices on the planets I've visited. I miss the geographies illuminated by sunlight and stepping on the ground during the time I spend in the vacuum of space. Therefore, the different solstice times of the planets I visited were not such a problem for me to worry about. It's just that long time spent in the sun can sometimes damage my skin. I could have devices that break down due to overheating. Sleeping under a bright sky was a very different experience for me. This challenged me at first, as human biology is accustomed to sleeping in the dark. While I was in the world, I did not see much benefit, even though I practiced sleeping during the day. This situation caused my sleep pattern to be disrupted. I was awake when I needed to sleep, and sleeping when I needed to be awake. I was trying to establish an order for myself in the cosmic life. And I had more than enough time for that. However, in all my time spent in space, I have never been able to form an order. Each new planet meant a new order. It was necessary to establish that order, and then to keep up with that order. And I was starting to feel quite overwhelmed by this situation. I realized that I was overwhelmed by this situation when I started doing a lot of new and unnecessary research in order not to leave the planet I last visited. I was constantly traveling around the planet collecting rock, soil, and biological samples from different parts of the planet. However, I had already completed my work on the planet. I was wasting my time in vain collecting the same pieces of rock and earth. In fact, all I wanted was not to visit another planet. So I wouldn't have to make a new start. I would feel as if I had entered a settled life. That would have made me happy. At least I thought I would be happy. I just wanted a place I could call home. But the extra time I've spent on the planet has made me realize how lonely I am. The realization of my loneliness has caused the mental depression I have been experiencing lately. While I was on planet Earth, maybe I should never have deviated from the plan prepared for me. Then maybe I would never have realized my loneliness. I do not know. I don't know anything about myself right now. And this obscurity pushes me into even deeper spiritual problems. I can feel this. I have so many maybe in my head. I don't want to add another sentence that starts with maybe.
I just want to end. So.
Camera: Canon EOS Kiss X7i
Photograph by Yusuf Alioglu
Location: Outer space (space)
Step aboard our Chinese barge transformed into a mini Hong Kong Jumbo Kingdom, capturing the essence of an overheated and humid cityscape. Imagine flickering neon lights, Mandarin signs, steaming hot phở on the terrace, laughing Buddha statues in display windows and rice bags piled high, adding to the ambiance.
Join us in the bay of Le Chateau Vice Islands on Friday, May 31st at 2PM SLT for this unique party with DJ Victoire & DJ Lili!
The dress code embraces the eclectic style of 1980s Hong Kong, featuring retro fashion with colorful outfits, modern twists on traditional cheongsams, neon and bold colors reflecting the nightlife, kung fu attire, business&triad chic suits, and casual streetwear like denim jackets and graphic tees.
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Baphuon temple. This picture does not show how unbearably hot it was but believe me I looked like an overheated tomato by the time I climbed to the top.
The geothermal area Krýsuvík is situated on the Reykjanes peninsula in Iceland. It is in the south of Reykjanes in the middle of the fissure zone on the Mid-Atlantic Ridge which traverses Iceland.
Krýsuvík consists of several geothermal fields, such as Seltún. Here solfataras, fumaroles, mud pots and hot springs have formed, the soil is coloured bright yellow, red, and green hues. Sulphur deposits were mined in 1722–1728 and in the 19th century. German scientist Robert Bunsen visited the site in 1845 and, based on research there, proposed a hypothesis on formation of sulphuric acid in nature.
Near the geothermal fields are several maars — craters created by the explosions of overheated groundwater. The unusual green-blue Grænavatn lake has formed in one of these maars. Test boreholes were made here in the early 1970s, some of the boreholes have turned into irregular, artificial geysers, one of which exploded in 1999, leaving a crater.
Krýsuvík is a popular hiking area and tourism infrastructure — such as wooden pathways — has been developed.
The biggest lake in the area, Kleifarvatn, began to diminish after a big earthquake in 2000; 20% of its surface has since disappeared. In this area there were some farms until the 19th century, after which they were abandoned. Only a small chapel, Krísuvíkurkirkja, built in 1857, remained, until it burned to the ground on January 2, 2010. Church was rebuild in 2020 (wiki)
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"Overheated"
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Kennedy Space Center
Gemini 9A (officially Gemini IX-A) was a 1966 crewed spaceflight in NASA's Gemini program. It was the seventh crewed Gemini flight, the 15th crewed American flight and the 23rd spaceflight of all time (includes X-15 flights over 100 kilometers (62 mi; 54 nmi)). The original crew for Gemini 9, command pilot Elliot See and pilot Charles Bassett, were killed in a crash on February 28, 1966, while flying a T-38 jet trainer to the McDonnell Aircraft plant in St. Louis, Missouri to inspect their spacecraft. Their deaths promoted the backup crew, Thomas P. Stafford and Eugene Cernan, to the prime crew. The mission was renamed Gemini 9A after the original May 17 launch was scrubbed when the mission's Agena Target Vehicle was destroyed after a launch failure. The mission was flown June 3–6, 1966, after launch of the backup Augmented Target Docking Adaptor (ATDA). Stafford and Cernan rendezvoused with the ATDA, but were unable to dock with it because the nose fairing had failed to eject from the docking target due to a launch preparation error. Cernan performed a two-hour extravehicular activity, during which it was planned for him to demonstrate free flight in a self-contained rocket pack, the USAF Astronaut Maneuvering Unit. He was unable to accomplish this due to stress, fatigue, and overheating.
-- I sent this from my 3 mobile --
(When I got back, straightened it with Piknik, and also notched the saturation up 2 ticks - no other processing - basically as it came out the phone.)
Nokia is bringing out the Nokia N8 later this year with a camera on it to beat most compacts - 12megapixel with a sensitive 1.75 micron pixel 1/1.83'' sensor, the largest sensor ever used in a mobile. As a result I thought I should find out what I can do with my current 3 year old Nokia N95 8GB with 5 megapixel Carl Zeiss lens phone and how to post to Flickr and Twitter remotely - works well ....! Despite the fact that I was seriously thinking of going Android, having been a fan of Nokia for many years, the camera on the new N8 could just sway me to stay with Nokia. It appears that some of the FANTASTIC functions of the spate of super-smart-phones is overheating and battery damage as a result of having very fast processors. So, I have delayed a decision - can Nokia come up trumps?
The N95 has been fantastic as a phone, and is also a bit geeky, but does everything I want as a handy cameraphone, browse the web, automatic podcast wifi downloads overnight, Audible books, excellent stereo speakers, standard headphone socket meaning I can use MY headphones, super camera, BBC iplayer, free Nokia maps with free satnav, Skype, Google Maps, push Google email, ebook reader - basically nothing I want to do is missing. The N8 takes that into a really hi-spec realm. I believe that the cameras on most Android phones, (and the iphone4, for that matter), are far worse than this Nokia N8 is predicted to be, and Nokia seem to take the camera element of the phone really seriously (and always have done).
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The first movement of the Chessie Steam Special, a ferry move to Philadelphia and Baltimore, has come to a halt in Lansdale, Pennsylvania. If I recall correctly, the 2101 had an overheated bearing, and had the potential to be in Lansdale for a long time. My college friend who was with me had an exam to study for, and I was running on 3 hours of sleep, so we broke off and headed back to Bethlehem. Regrettably, this was the last time that I saw 2101 under steam, as it was severely damaged in a roundhouse fire a year and a half later.
I remember getting a flyer for the New River Scenic Railway while in Rosedale several years ago. From what I can gather they opened up in 2008, ran for a few months in November and December and closed down permanently. This particular train supposedly overheated in 2008 and has been sitting in the same location ever since. Anyone got more info I'd love to hear it.
Canadian Pacific Rail caboose 434658 at the Railway Museum of Eastern Ontario, Smiths Falls, on 3rd October 2024. This extended-vision caboose was built in 1980 by CP (Angus Shops) and remained in service until 2002.
A caboose is a crewed North American railroad car coupled at the end of a freight train. Cabooses provide shelter for crew at the end of a train, who were formerly required in switching and shunting, keeping a lookout for load shifting, damage to equipment and cargo, and overheating axles.
playing with "startrails",
five pic staked.....
damnnmn overheating sensor, damn purple angles buu....
The Winner of the Most Photographed Bus Of The Day goes to:
Croydon's WVL204 makes an uncommon appearance on the 405, which ultimately backfired as it overheated and was taken back to the yard 4 hours after this picture was taken.
Sony A6500 (ILCE-6500), Sigma 50mm F1.4 DG HSM | Art 018
Many thanks to everyone for your visits, comments and faves! Very much appreciated!
BP SIRI pulls to a stop at CP-North Clarion withe new GE Dash 9s leading while RISI waits with the “old” SD60 leader. The leader on SIRI only made it to Bradford before overheating as they started to tackle the hill, resulting in the 3888 4th out to be put online.
Snorkling with Sea Lions off Floreana. It was amazing as they were so playful, one thought chewing on my flippers was a great game and another liked swimming really close and blowing bubbles in my face!
Galapagos Sea Lion
The Galápagos Sea Lion (Zalophus wollebaeki) breeds on the Galápagos Islands and – in smaller numbers – on Isla de la Plata (to Ecuador). Being fairly social, and one of the most numerous species in the Galápagos archipelago, they are often spotted sun-bathing on sandy shores or rock groups or gliding gracefully through the surf. Their loud “bark”, playful nature, and graceful agility in water make them the “welcoming party” of the islands. They are lightly smaller than their Californian relatives, Galápagos Sea Lions range from 150 to 250 cm in length and weigh between 50 to 400 kg, with the males much larger than females. Adult males also tend to have a thicker, more robust neck, chest, and shoulders in comparison to their slender abdomen. Females are somewhat opposite males with a longer, more slender neck and thick torso. Once sexually mature, a male’s sagittal crest enlarges, forming a small, characteristic bump-like projection on their forehead. Galápagos Sea Lions, compared to California sea lions, have a slightly smaller sagittal crest and a shorter muzzle. Adult females and juveniles lack this physical characteristic altogether with a nearly flat head and little or no forehead. Both male and female sea lions have a pointy, whiskered nose and somewhat long, narrow muzzle. The young pups are almost dog-like in profile. Another characteristic that defines the sea lion are their external ear-like pinnae flaps which distinguish them from their close relative in which they are often confused with, the seal. The fore-flippers have a short fur extending from the wrist to the middle of the dorsal fin surface, but other than that, the flippers are covered in black, leathery skin. Although somewhat clumsy on land with their flippers, sea lions are amazingly agile in water. With their streamline bodies and flipper-like feet, they easily propel themselves through crashing surf and dangerously sharp coastal rocks. They also have the ability to control their flippers independently and thus change directions with ease and have more control over their body on land. When wet, sea lions are a shade of dark brown, but once dry, their color varies greatly. The females tend to be a lighter shade than the males and the pups a chestnut brown. Born with a longer, brownish-black lanugo, a pup's coat gradually fades to brown within the first five months of life. At this time, they undergo their first molt resulting in their adult coat. Feeding mostly on sardines, Galápagos Sea Lions sometimes travel ten to fifteen kilometers from the coast over the span of days to hunt for their prey. This is when they come into contact with their biggest predators: sharks and killer whales. Injuries and scars from attacks are often visible. Galápagos Sea Lions are especially vulnerable to human activity. Their inquisitive and social nature makes them more likely to approach areas inhabited by humans, and thus come into contact with human waste, fishing nets, and hooks. They occupy many different shoreline types from steep, rocky cliff sides to low-lying sandy beaches. To avoid overheating during the day, sea lions will take refuge from the sun under vegetation, rocks, and cliffs, and wade into tidal pools. Not only are sea lions social, they are also quite vocal. Adult male Galápagos Sea Lions often bark in long, repeated sequences that are loud and distinctive. Females and juveniles do not produce this repetitive bark, but both sexes and the younger pups will growl. From birth, a mother sea lion recognizes her pup’s distinct bark and can pin point it from a crowd of thirty or more barking sea lions. On land, sea lions form colonies at their hauling-out areas. Adult males known as Bulls are the head of the Colony, growing up to 7 ft (2 m) long and weighing up to 800 lb (363 kg). As males grow larger, they fight to win dominance of a harem of between 5 and 25 cows and the surrounding territory. Swimming from border to border of his colony, the dominant bull jealously defends his coastline against all other adult males. While patrolling his area, he frequently rears his head out of the water and barks, as an indication of his territorial ownership. The average dominant bull holds his territory for only a few months, until he is challenged by another male. On land, these fights start by stretching out the neck and barking in attempt to test each other’s bravery. If this isn’t enough to scare the opponent off, they begin pushing each other and biting around the neck area. If males weren’t equipped with a thick, muscular neck, their vital organs would be easily damaged during these fights. Blood, is often drawn, however, and many male sea lions have battle scars due to these territorial competitions. Losers are dramatically chased far from their territory by the new dominant bull with much splashing. Because there is only one male in each harem, there is always a surplus of “bachelor” male sea lions. They usually congregate fairly peaceably on less favorable areas of the coastline in “bachelor colonies.”. Because the dominant male of the harem cannot feed while defending his colony, he eventually becomes too tired and weak, and is overpowered by the well-nourished, fresh bull. Breeding takes place from May all the way through to January. Because of this prolonged breeding season and the extensive care required by the pups from their mother, there are dependent pups in the colonies year round. Each cow in the harem has a single pup born a year after conception. After about a week of continuous attention from birth, the female returns to the ocean and begins to forage, and just a week after that, the pup will follow her and begin to develop its swimming skills. When the pup is two to three weeks old the cow will mate again. The mothers will take the young pups with them into the water while nursing until around the 11th month when the pups are weaned from their mother’s milk and become dependent on their own hunting skills. The pups have a strong bond with their mother. The cow will nurture a pup for up to three years. In that time the cow and the pup will recognize each other's bark from the rest of the colony. Within the colony sea lion pups live together in a rookery. Pups can be seen together napping, playing, and feeding. It is not uncommon to see one cow 'baby-sitting' a group of pups while the other cows go off to feed.
Floreana (Champions Islet)
Located approximately 4 to 5 hours west of Española and equal distance south of Santa Cruz, this island has long been a favorite site of visitors including pirates, whalers and early settlers. One of the oldest islands Floreana illustrates the aging process of a volcanic island. Unlike the younger western islands, Floreana's volcano has been long extinct and is in the advanced stages of erosion. The erosion process gave the island the nutrients and soils need to sustain plant life. The combination of this rich soil and a good water supply have given the highlands of Floreana a diversified landscaping of native and introduced flora. Floreana is best known for its colorful history of buccaneers, whalers, convicts, and colonists. In 1793 British whalers established the Post Office Barrel to send letters to and from England. This tradition has continued over the years, and even today visitors may drop off and pick up letters, without stamps, to be carried to far destinations. Punta Cormorant offers two highly contrasting beaches. The landing beach is of volcanic origin and is composed of olivine crystals, giving it a greenish tinge. At the end of the short trail is a carbonate beach of extremely fine white sand. Formed by the erosion of coral skeletons, it is a nesting site for green sea turtles. In the 1930's Floreana was the setting for intrigue and mystery. A German dentist and his mistress, a young family (the Wittmer family who still live on the island) and a self-styled baroness with three men came to settle in the island. Shortly after the baroness and her lovers arrived chaos began. The baroness and her entourage terrorized the other inhabitants while planning to build a luxury hotel. Eventually the baroness, two of her lovers and the dentist all turned up missing or dead. There has been much investigation searching for what really happened on Floreana, but there have never been any hard answers. John Treherne wrote of these people in "The Galapagos Affair". Located just off Punta Cormorant, Champions Islet is the best snorkeling in the Galapagos! To see the Devil’s Crown you need to go underwater, an almost completely submerged volcano, which erosion has transformed the cone into a series of jagged peaks creating the "Devil's Crown". The remains of the volcano create a haven for seabirds such as boobies, pelicans and frigates. Red-billed tropical birds can be seen nesting in the crevices. The highlight of the visit is snorkeling in the center of the crater. You will play with sea lions, while swimming with schools of colorful king angel fish, balloon fish, hawkfish, scrawled filefish, yellowtail grunts, tiger snake eels, white-tipped sharks, eagle rays, amberjacks, wrasses, hammerhead sharks, and sea turtles. The water is a bit rough and the current is strong. The east to west current provides a fun ride as it pushes you through the crown. There is a tube on the western side that you can swim through if you are a strong swimmer (approximately 10-15 feet down) and come out on the other side.
Galapagos Islands
The Galápagos Islands (official name: Archipiélago de Colón; other Spanish names: Islas de Colón or Islas Galápagos) are an archipelago of volcanic islands distributed around the equator in the Pacific Ocean, some 900 km west of Ecuador. It is a UNESCO World Heritage site: wildlife is its most notable feature. Because of the only very recent arrival of man the majority of the wildlife has no fear of humans and will allow visitors to walk right up them, often having to step over Iguanas or Sea Lions.The Galápagos islands and its surrounding waters are part of a province, a national park, and a biological marine reserve. The principal language on the islands is Spanish. The islands have a population of around 40,000, which is a 40-fold expansion in 50 years. The islands are geologically young and famed for their vast number of endemic species, which were studied by Charles Darwin during the voyage of the Beagle. His observations and collections contributed to the inception of Darwin's theory of evolution by natural selection.
I was with my camera in the hangar, where they keep and maintain the Y-Wings. This is a dirty and low-light place, so that the heat radiation does not reveal its location to third parties. One of the starfighters came from the flight, and they quickly dismantled the supporting pylons and exhaust noodle off, so they were able to access the part of an overheated engine.
I do not know whether the hammer is the right tool for this job, but all I can do now is to monitor the situation…
Morning rays of sunshine bathe an ugly scene of winter's death. Brown muddy fields are boarded by the decaying remains of crusty snow; its edges melted and frozen over several cycles, conglomerated with dormant grasses, and a crunchy center that collapses under feet. Blue dome skies belie the low air temps, hovering at 18F, and wicked winds unimpeded by the bare gangly armatures of trees. Winters grip, even in death, has yet to release.
In the northwest corner of La Hogue, the humdrum idling of MEPEF's three EMD 645 variants echo off the grain bins and a few modest frame homes that fill out the town. Oil spits from the turbo stack, speckling the nose with black dots and creating pools that streak down the side of the hood. It's easy to gauge how rough winter has been by how much lube oil is on the hood. Many railroads have installed Auxiliary Power Units (APUs), small engines that circulate fluids and keep the block warm without having to continuously idle. But as these fail, or if none is installed, the only option left is to keep them idling to prevent freeze damage.
Specular reflection from the rear hood highlights the distinctive lines of the former SP 8520. This variation of the SD40-2 was constructed with lowered air intakes, necessitating a large, and wholly unique spotting feature for an EMD. The goal of this modification was to reduce overheating in tunnels. Hence, these variants were nicknamed "Tunnel Motors". This feature was never repeated domestically, whether it be by EMD wanting to increase standardization, or perhaps the benefits were not so great to justify the added cost. Someone here may know.
Whatever benefits were intended won't be needed today, or tomorrow, or possibly ever. You may be surprised to learn that there is not a single tunnel on the TP&W. The Oregon Cascades, Sierra Nevadas, and Sonoran Desert are far, far to the west, well behind this locomotive. Indeed, the dying winters wind whipping over barren muddy Illiana prairie will provide plenty of unimpeded cool air.
This is officially my family's lucky sign.
Last week, we had a crazy experience while traveling on I-5. We left Bellingham in the late morning to make the 200-mile trip south to Aberdeen where much of our family lives. We were going there for my nephew's birthday and my son, one year younger than my nephew, was excited to see his cousin again.
The traffic was unusually good and we made it through Seattle without hitting any traffic jams (unbelievably... Seattle's traffic sucks balls.) About 20 miles to the south of Seattle however, the traffic started to get heavier and eventually we found ourselves creeping along, bumper-to-bumper. It turns out that there had been a 7-vehicle accident to the south and all southbound lanes were closed.
As if that weren't bad enough, my wife noticed at one point that the "check gauges" light was flashing. The needle on the temperature gauge, normally near the middle at 195 degrees, was pushed over to the high end in the red. As if on cue, wisps of steam started coming out of the right side of the car's hood when we noticed the gauges. We were in the far left lane at the time and had to signal and shout to cars in other lanes who dutifully backed up and allowed us to cut diagonally across the 5 lanes. By the time we managed to pull off to the right shoulder, huge puffs of steam were blasting out of the car's hood. (It was an awful experience, but I felt even worse as the entire series of events scared my daughter to the point of tears. She thought the car was going to explode.)
Of course, it turns out it was just the car overheating. When you don't move for that long, the cooling system doesn't work efficiently and the water in your cooling system overheats and you get a startling eruption of steam, harmless for the most part. I pulled over and opened the hood to let the car cool down. Eventually, I opened the coolant reservoir and saw that all the water had evaporated. Our car has a very small reservoir and nothing was left. Not good.
So, there we were, stuck. My daughter was panicking, the car was giving up the ghost in the form of billowing clouds of steam, my wife on edge and very upset, the traffic was clogged and at an utter standstill, and it was clear we weren't going to make it to Aberdeen in time for my nephew's birthday, if at all.
And there we sat for the next four hours, traffic barely moving the whole time. We weren't alone. Other cars overheated too. Several behind us pulled over with steam billowing out of their hoods. Several ahead of us did as well.
What was really amazing was that the traffic jam brought out such kindness in total strangers. One woman got out of her van and walked across two lanes of still traffic and offered to call her husband at home to get a tow truck phone number for us if we needed it. Another woman came over and gave us a Disney storybook (she had noticed my son in the back seat and had been taking some books to donate them and thought he might want something to look at while we waited.)
I ended up striking up a conversation with a guy 20 feet behind us whose car had overheated. He was from Port Angeles and very friendly. He knew a lot about cars (unlike me) and explained to me why the overheating happened, why it was harmless, how I could drive for a while without coolant once the car cooled down, etc. It was good to have someone around to calm my nerves about everything, and he even offered to look under the hood of my car just to assure me that there was nothing else going on there that I needed to worry about.
Most remarkably, near the end of our four-hour ordeal, as traffic was just starting to creep forward again and as my wife and I were gearing up for the nerve-wracking prospect of driving our water-less car to the nearest gas station, some couple whose names I will likely never know shouted over to me and asked if we needed water.
I nodded. "Yes, I do." She waved me over to their truck while her husband, at the wheel, reached back and handed me a gallon sized jug of store-bought drinking water they had in their back seat. Not cheap, and not the stuff you'd normally waste in a car, but here it was. They were willingly turning it over to me to pour into my car.
"Thank you so much. You two are life-savers," I said. I didn't have much time to talk however and had to duck out of the traffic as it was gradually picking up again. Within a few minutes, they were gone, far enough down the road and lost in the stream of cars packed together, creeping forward. I had barely had enough time to thank them. I was speechless. Total strangers who owed me nothing, had nothing invested in my well-being, had just given me a gallon of their drinking water--water they had paid good money for.
Before we rejoined the traffic, I desperately looked for some way to put some positive spin on things. I asked my wife to get out her cellphone and take a picture of the exit sign we had sat next to for the last four hours. I dubbed it our lucky sign, and it would be a family tradition that future trips would include acknowledging this sign, on passing, for good luck. (We later made ourselves laugh by declaring that the run-down, squalid Shell station just off the exit had been our real destination all along thus our journey to visit it had been a complete success.)
Laughter or not, the experience was, overall, pretty awful, but this outpouring of kindness from people who neither knew me and my family nor expected anything in return was astonishing. Deanne and I talked about it on the way back (we ended up giving up on the trip and going back home as everyone was tired and stressed out.) We often see cars at the side of the road and never once had it occurred to us to stop and help the people in them. We just speed by with a shrug and think how glad we are that's not us stranded there.
That's an attitude I think I'll have to work on changing.