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Back in 2002 and with my first new 2 Mp digital camera in hand, I took a trip to Warrumbungle National Park, a comfortable 5 hours drive north west from Sydney. The national park is based on the geographical Warrumbungle Mountain Range, sometimes shortened to the Warrumbungles,
The Warrumbungles are the remnants of a large heavily eroded shield volcano which was active from 13 to 17 million years ago. The volcano is estimated to have been 1,000 metres (3,300 ft) high and 50 kilometres (31 mi) wide. It formed as volcanic explosions occurred over millions of years. The remaining complex rocky formations are what is left after millions of years of erosion.
In this shot you see The Breadknife, a 90m high narrow rock wall formed when magma was forced through a crack in the earth's surface and intruded vertically into volcanic tuff and breccia. It cooled and set into a hard, narrow mass with numerous contraction joints. Erosion has left a long sliver of stone exposed which is hundreds of metres long and only several metres wide.
To the right of The Breadknife is Bluff Pyramid, a lave dome formed when lava bubbled to the surface and clogged up the source vent. The plug formed below the surface and blocked the vent. The resustant plug is prominent now as adjacent softer materials have eroded away.
..."stay out with me tonight there's some blankets in the back....I know it's cold but it's that kind of cold that doesn't feel bad when it's late...."
I don't miss drone photography, but it sure was handy in Alaska for scenes like this.
On a stunning spring evening in the Last Frontier a southbound 120S freight from Anchorage behind a pair of blue and gold SD70MACs has just taken the left turn off the mainline at MP 64.2 and is starting down the Whittier Branch main for the 12 mile run to its destination at tidewater on Prince William Sound and a date with the Alaska Marine Lines barge. After dropping it's train of cofc flats and outbound BNSF/UP interchange, the crew will turn right back for Alaska's largest city with northbound loads.
In the distance at the head of the Twentymile River valley rise the high peaks of the Chugach Mountains which form a massive bulwark between Portage Valley and the waters of Prince William Sound. It's only 20 miles in a straight line to Harriman Fjord on the other side. The massive ice field feeds Twentymile glacier flowing west down this side and Harriman flowing east along with countless smaller unnamed rivers of ice.
And in the foreground are some remains of the 'ghost forest' which is one of the last tangible links to that terrible day of March 27, 1964 when the second most powerful earthquake in documented human history devastated Alaska. the 9.2 magnitude quake destroyed Anchorage and the subsequent tsunami virtually wiped Seward and Valdez off the map. Here in Portage the ground (and the railroad with it) sunk 5 to 9 feet. While the small town of Portage was destroyed instantly the trees took longer to die. As they clung to the soil and sunk with the earth they remained upright and alive. But with their roots now below sea level they slowly sucked up the saline waters of Turnagain Arm which killed them and in the process 'pickled' them to prevent them from rotting so that nearly a half century later they remain as a link to that fateful day.
Portage, Alaska
Wednesday April 26, 2017
Three 40s and a GEVO drag YSPBN up the hill through Jackson Street. They'll leave the rear of their train in East Minneapolis before continuing on to Northtown with their remaining cars.
Sacred Kingfisher
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We had high hopes that the pair of Kingfishers would remain in the area and raise their young.
They stayed for several weeks, but made no real attempt at nesting.
As the area is a dry ephemeral swamp, in the end, suitably refuelled, they moved on.
5500 pases Washburn whilst hauling a Falkirk - Wilton local, 17 Oct 2024.
5500 had been leading the Max - Bismarck road train but was removed from the consist at Falkirk to haul the local to Wilton leaving the remaining two locomotives to work the yard and industry.
The road train would later continue its journey to Bismarck picking up 5500 along the way.
* Aerial photograph
El teatro romano de Mérida es un teatro histórico levantado por la Antigua Roma en la colonia Augusta Emerita, actual Mérida (España). Su creación fue promovida por el cónsul Marco Vipsanio Agripa y, según una fecha inscrita en el propio teatro, su inauguración se produjo hacia los años 16-15 a. C. «Príncipe entre los monumentos emeritenses», como lo denominó el arquitecto José Menéndez-Pidal,1 el teatro es Patrimonio de la Humanidad desde 1993 como parte del conjunto arqueológico de Mérida.
El teatro ha sufrido varias remodelaciones, la más importante durante el siglo I d. C., cuando se levantó el frente escénico actual, y otra en época de Constantino I, entre los años 333 y 337. El teatro fue abandonado en el siglo IV d. C. tras la oficialización en el Imperio romano de la religión cristiana, que consideraba inmorales las representaciones teatrales. Demolido parcialmente y cubierto de tierra, durante siglos la única parte visible del edificio fueron las gradas superiores, bautizadas por los emeritenses como «Las Siete Sillas». Las excavaciones arqueológicas en el teatro comenzaron en 1910 y su reconstrucción parcial en 1962. Desde 1933 alberga la celebración del Festival Internacional de Teatro Clásico de Mérida.
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The Roman Theatre of Mérida is a construction promoted by the consul Vipsanius Agrippa in the Roman city of Emerita Augusta, capital of Lusitania (current Mérida, Spain). It was constructed in the years 16 to 15 BCE.
The theater has undergone several renovations, notably at the end of the 1st century or early 2nd century CE (possibly during the reign of Emperor Trajan), when the current facade of the scaenae frons was erected, and another in the time of Constantine I (between 330 and 340) which introduced new decorative-architectural elements and a walkway around the monument. Following the theatre's abandonment in Late Antiquity, it was slowly covered with earth, with only the upper tiers of seats (summa cavea) remaining visible. In local folklore the site was referred to as "The Seven Chairs", where, according to tradition, several Moorish kings sat to decide the fate of the city.
The first of the seven remaining Apostles,that sit along the coast at Port Campbell in south west Victoria.
Having eaten, the male brings the remaining half of the fish in for female, and to relieve her on the eggs while she goes and eats.
I'd never been to the Lyndon site at Rutland Water on Manton Bay, to see the Ospreys before and I was a bit dubious, as I'd heard that the nest site and feeding posts were quite distant from the hides. They were indeed a long way off, which stretched the reach of my kit and equally, when flying around, tended to keep their distance, but they did occasionally come closer. At times it was a bit like watching paint dry, while the male went off to fish with the female hunkered down on the nest and eggs; equally as each bird had it's own leisurely feed. However, the short bursts of action in between and after, as the birds flew and wallowed in the water, bathing, was fascinating behaviour to watch and photograph and it was a thoroughly enjoyable afternoon.
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I got out of my car early enough to see the entire sky filled with high level streaking clouds and stars peeking through well before the sun started to rise. The whole hike into the foothills the color just started building in this spectacular way...a strange but amazing atmosphere that slowly creeps in indicating you've made a great decision. It wasn't until a little under an hour before sunrise I was able to capture this scene luckily with a few stars remaining. Unfortunately there was an approaching storm that moved too fast and cut the light right before things really exploded :(
I have another version of this, there is actually a field of dense purple Triplet Lilies below this frame.
THE PAINTING THAT REMAINED UNFINISHED!
A Painted Stork with its prey - Chennai, India.
Revisited.
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Remaining snow in summer on the slopes of South Sister (10,363 ft – 3,158.5 m), rising up above the waters and meadows of Sparks Lake, in the high Cascades of central Oregon.
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The girls remained in Adrienne’s living room, but everything felt eerily altered.
“They can’t see us, but we can see them,” Kayla whispered. “I moved us between dimensions.”
Through the thick fog that now separated them from their previous reality, Adrienne clung tightly to Kayla’s hand, watching the two men enter the room. Their movements were sharp, calculated, as they began combing the house.
“No one’s here. Check the device,” one commanded.
The other rushed to the closet, his fingers trailing the empty space on the shelf where the device had been only moments ago. “It was here. Now it’s gone. They were here… and they have it.
A deep, guttural growl rumbled from the bald man as he surveyed the room.
Then, abruptly, he turned—his stare locking onto Adrienne and Kayla, as if he could see beyond the veil. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply… Adrienne held her breath.
“The stench is strong. They were here. Not long ago. Maybe they still are.” His voice was rough, primal, as his gaze scoured the space. “We will return. We’ll track their signal.”
Again, he took in the air, then slashed a hand through the space where the girls stood. It passed through harmlessly, though he swung again. And again.
Frustration boiled beneath his skin, erupting into another low growl. “I will have you both.” With that final promise, the two men turned and left.
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The fog gets really thick here on our mountain, and often stays with us for days at a time. It is a magical when the sun breaks through like this.
This Stella d'Oro daylily has been blooming since the beginning of spring! And she still has several buds remaining. The huge hosta to her left has been out just as long and is also still going strong. The mountain climate appears to perfect for many of my favorite plants. I hope the daylilies I brought up from Savannah fare half as well as these.
Last summer was filed with many great memories. Zachary and I headed out to western PA and Ohio to Summerail in Marion to spend the week trackside and see many friends. Our trip was filled with really great weather and trains. It was our second time being out to Marion for Summerail and unfortunately, its' not going to happen this year due to the C19 . Sunday morning after Summerail 2019, we checked out of the hotel and headed up on the NS Fort Wayne Line for some iconic shots with the remaining CPL signals. Coffee, banter and lots of bullshit was the order as we all waited for an eastbound loaded ethanol with run-through CN power. After a great couple of hours, it arrived, shown splitting the signals at North Robinson, OH. It was a great weekend, but this was a great morning spent with lots of our dear friends, I guess we'll have to skip this year, but this nonsense will soon pass and look forward to next year!
Only a few hundred meters remain to the destination. For 2TE10M-2310 and its coal train, the journey ends at the Ekibastuz-2 freight yard. The train is heavy, ordinary, and in this case, too, it consists of 64 wagons loaded with fresh coal. Because the train has to negotiate the embankment over the settling ponds slowly and then climb a gradient, the engineer has to change gears. This sudden change leads to more tractive effort, but beforehand to more fuel injection and sometimes unfavorable combustion. Be that as it may, "2310" is a smoker and shows it, almost without shame.
Казахстан
Павлодарская область
Экибастузский район, угольный разрез «Богатырь»
ТОО «Промсервис-Отан»
2ТЭ10М-2310
Uplifted is the stone --
And all mankind is risen --
We all remain thine own.
And vanished is our prison.
All troubles flee away
Thy golden bowl before,
For Earth and Life give way
At the last and final supper.
To the marriage Death doth call --
The virgins standeth back --
The lamps burn lustrous all --
Of oil there is no lack --
If the distance would only fill
With the sound of you walking alone
And that the stars would call
Us all with human tongues and tone.
Unto thee, O Mary
A thousand hearts aspire.
In this life of shadows
Thee only they desire.
In thee they hope for delivery
With visionary expectation --
If only thou, O holy being
Could clasp them to thy breast.
With bitter torment burning,
So many who are consumed
At last from this world turning
To thee have looked and fled,
Helpful thou hast appeared
To so many in pain.
Now to them we come,
To never go out again.
At no grave can weep
Any who love and pray.
The gift of Love they keep,
From none can it be taken away.
To soothe and quiet his longing,
Night comes and inspires --
Heaven's children round him thronging
Watch and guard his heart.
Have courage, for life is striding
To endless life along;
Stretched by inner fire,
Our sense becomes transfigured.
One day the stars above
Shall flow in golden wine,
We will enjoy it all,
And as stars we will shine.
The love is given freely,
And Separation is no more.
The whole life heaves and surges
Like a sea without a shore.
Just one night of bliss --
One everlasting poem --
And the sun we all share
Is the face of God.
- Novalis (1800)
One of four remaining SD38’s on the IAIS roster lead train SIBI into the city of New Lenox on the former Rock Island. Rumor is these will be leaving the roster fairly soon. You could hear this train plenty before he rounded the bend!
As the dust settles and the years pass the only remaining building stands alone in this small farming community in Eastern Colorado. This is a Sunset image as the clouds break from the impending storm. I captured Milkyway later in the evening.
Cicada
The exoskeletons remain abandoned, still clinging to the bark of trees.
Cigarra
Os exoesqueletos permanecem abandonados, continuam agarrados à casca das árvores.
Parque Olhos D'Água
Brasília, Brasil
Cascas da Cigarra (Exoesqueleto)
Como La Cigarra
Mercedes Sosa
Tantas veces me mataron,
Tantas veces me morí,
Sin embargo estoy aquí
Resucitando.
Gracias doy a la desgracia
Y a la mano con puñal,
Porque me mató tan mal,
Y seguí cantando.
Cantando al sol,
Como la cigarra,
Después de un año
Bajo la tierra,
Igual que sobrevivente
Que vuelve de la guerra.
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Crossing over from the North Main to the Work Lead at Kansas Ave. at the Joint Agency KCS-CP Knoche Yard is Run 1's power, a GP22C-ECO and one of the few remaining SOO GP38-2's left on the CP. 9/26/21.
On a crisp 26 October 2008 morning, eastbound grain extra 44T curves through Lilly on the West Slope ascent with a nice surprise up front in the form of SD50 No. 5401 and C40-8W No. 8335, two of the last few Conrail painted units remaining at that time.
I had an hour to kill this morning. I did not have my real camera with me, but got in a few iPhone shots around Middletown, NY.
The 1938 and only remaining wing of the original South Winds Retirement Home.
The last remaining wooden façade of Ghent is located on the Jan Breydelstraat. It dates from the early 17th century. The water on the right is the Lieve river.
Ghent, Belgium.
A last minute change in the running season saw the movement of 'The Jacobite' stock pushed forward a week, and how lucky that turned out to be.
Glorious sunshine on the top of the moors, Riley 5's No. 44871 and 45407 storm up the remaining gradient towards the summit at Corrour.
“Remain true to your values. If you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything.”
― Frank Sonnenberg
Location: Green story
Horses remain significantly important to many Native American tribes today, considered a vital part of their cultural identity, often viewed as a sacred animal with a deep spiritual connection, and still used in ceremonies and traditions, even if their practical role in daily life may have diminished compared to the past. (National Museum of the American Indian)
Photographed in Arizona.
In the midst of a cold snap GBRf's 92020 'Billy Stirling' is seen leading 5B26 from Edinburgh past the frosted fields of Hartwood. The coaching stock had arrived into Edinburgh from London earlier in the morning and it was being returned to Polmadie for servicing ahead of forming the next sleeper trains to London later on.
The towers above the treeline belong to the former Hartwood Hospital - a psychiatric hospital which opened in 1895 and closed in 1998. Despite being abandoned for decades and suffering major fires within that time the two towers remain standing as a prominent landmark.
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_MG_2396. Had taken pictures of this tree and one another close to it in 1998. only this one was remaining among the two this time. By the way this is sunrise. Bhaudaha VDC, Morang Nepal.
Steam remaining from a summer storm fills the air, alongside the drone of GE prime movers, as NS 126 pushes east under the coaling tower at Vicker on the final leg of its run to Roanoke.
CSX 8247, still sporting a tattered coat of YN2 paint, seems to have been stuck working out of Baltimore for several years now, which is perhaps what has kept it out of the paint shop so long. If I'm not mistaken, the 8247 and 8482 are the only two YN2 SD40s remaining in service.