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The UFS Academy, or UFSA, is the primary training facility for UFS personnel. The time they spend with the Academy is seen by many to be one of the best and most fulfilling experiences UFS has to offer. Once graduated from the Academy, cadets are eligible to be commissioned as officers or enlisted in UFS.
UFS Academy also offers a wide and ever-growing curriculum of classes and fields of studies for the further education of all officers - from Ensigns to Admirals.
In my opinion, United Federation Starfleet’s Academy features over 240 well written classes by its members. These classes are well organised and curated into branch and career tracks with self learning, practical and roleplayed classes. A perfect resource for the Star Trek fan! I certainly enjoyed reading up on my favourite topics - flying a starship, its propulsion systems and ship resource management.
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Yellow petunias photographed at the Altoona Enabling Garden in Altoona, Iowa. #AltoonaEnablingGarden
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Painted on my iPad in procreate. Seahorse are of the genus Hippocampus, in Ancient Greek, hippos meaning "horse" and kampos meaning "sea monster". Seahorses are not great swimmers so they spend a lot of time with their tail wrapped around stationery objects.
After spending the night high above this fjord with about this view from my tent it was time to pack and hike back to sealevel. Though a possibly nice sunrise was predicted this did not happen. Little did I know that the sun would make its appearance just a bit later, and in the most spectacular way!
Drop backpack, grab gear, setup, shoot and enjoy this amazing moment!
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After spending the day on CMQ's Moosehead Sub chasing Jobs 1 and 2 we got back into town with enough light to spare for a couple of shots of NMWA. The three GP40's put on a smoke show as they are about to cross Klatte Rd in Hermon.
This was taken in Gills Rock , the uppermost tip of Door County .... I have been coming here as long as i can remember. I wanted it to look as nostalgic as it feels ....
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Spending a lot of time working from home and with Colas 66s running the RHTT I've not really covered this service this year. I was in the office today and there was a supposed triple 37 move at Sheffield at lunchtime so I took my DSLR in. Anyway I was busy when the 37s were due and then on leaving work I checked RTT and saw the RHTT sat just outside at Brightside, so paid a quick visit to the station to catch 66847 and 66849 working 3S14 11:38 Grimsby Town to York Thrall Europa
Spend the weekend walking and dining and strolling along the beach with my wife ... the sky was really open, but the windmills, 30 km out of the coast, were very visible Monday morning ...
Spend the last week on holidays in the northern part of the Black Forest. Excellent weather and a real scenic countryside of what Germans call Mittelgebirge (middle mountain range). While not the Alps, it offers quite nice and demanding climbs. So I did some 560k of horizontal distance but also 6.000m of vertical ascending on the bike. While I have some nice climbs at home, too - riding a slope for 6km and making 400 to 500 m in elevation gain as in the Black Forest is quite different, I can tell you ;-). Also tried my hand at golfing for the first time of my life - decided that it was not my kind of sport. Otherwise me and my family did some sight seeing and hiking. I really enjoyed that :-).
Paying a visit to the Frauenalb nunnery along the way. It burned down in 1852 after being secularized in 1802.
After spending the morning shooting GSMR, I drove back to the Atlanta North End to catch a rare non-BNSF led Scherer coal train, which just so happen to have a heritage unit, the Monongahela in this case, on the point. Thanks to the rear DPU's failing to cooperate shortly after going through Memphis, the Monongahela was added to the point so that it could make the climb over Brushy Mountain at Braswell. 12-26-20
This work is dedicated to my special friend Monika Strataki, wishing you strength, courage and determination! Sending you hugs, kisses, love, friendship and the very best of wishes!!
Think whatever makes you truly happy to think.
Gerold G. Jampolsky M.D. (1983) Teach Only Love.
The body feeds on man's words. Where those words are life-giving, they are health-producing.
Catherine Ponder, (1985, p 116-117) The Dynamic Laws of Healing Marina del Rey
Spend time thinking of what you want rather than what you don't want. - S. Roman, (1986, p. 24) Personal Power through Awareness
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What I really wanted to do was spend the day at home, catching up with normal life, pottering around the garden and planning what to plant where for the summer, and returning to the huge backlog of images from the trips to Madeira and the New Forest. After coming home from the latter a few days earlier I’d packed the van again the very next day to meet up with Mark and Wendy, our old hiking buddies who were touring Cornwall in their motorhome. By the time I returned home on Sunday afternoon I slumped onto the sofa and slept until tea time, woken by a text from my son in Wadebridge, who wanted to add another escapade to our friends’ visit the following day. My first reaction was to decline. I had plans for almost every day of the forthcoming week, and I really wanted a breather from life for twenty-four hours. But then it occurred to me that Tom’s time is far more precious than mine; he’d be back at work the following morning, and even though it was a bank holiday which means I usually hide in the garden, I said I’d be at his around noon, from where we’d push on to a couple of places that until now had always just been interesting looking dots on the map.
To start with, we headed for Port Isaac, home of TV’s Mr Grumpy, Doc Martin, a number of pasty hungry herring gulls and more than a smattering of bank holiday visitors. Only Wendy’s pasty came under attack, and fortunately for Tom and myself, it was of the vegetarian variety, so we didn’t feel obliged to share our steak filled options in recompense for failing to warn our friends about the likelihood of needing to repel airborne assaults. Following this, we spent the entire car parking allowance hunting for sea glass on the beach. Of course we did. What else would you do in a picture perfect postcard village riddled with pubs and ice cream parlours? “We’re looking for Sea Badger Droppings!” affects my son in a strangely Bristolian sounding accent whenever asked by strangers what they’re missing. The odd thing is he was born in Truro, so quite why he suddenly decides to sound like he’s the new tambourine player in The Wurzels for these moments is a question that remains unresolved. The fact that he believes for a moment even the most gullible tourist might fall for the ruse also requires further explanation. Surely everyone knows the Sea Badgers only ever leave the Isles of Scilly and come to the mainland for the mating season in the autumn?
And then we moved on to the bit I’d been looking forward to. Tom’s partner Rhi grew up in Tintagel, and had arranged to meet us later at Trebarwith Strand, her local childhood haunt after finishing her shift as a paramedic. We ate at the pub which sits above the water overlooking the sea, where I was so wrapped up in the prospect of the sunset shoot that I raced through my Waldorf Salad almost without reference to Fawlty Towers at all. I also failed to notice the presence of the famous face sitting at the opposite table; one who appeared in the locally filmed TV series mentioned above if you were wondering. Of course, I’d already done my homework, which mostly consisted of examining the weather and tide apps that tell me whether I should get excited, and then viewing a certain Mr Pedlar’s (you know him!) photos in these pages to see what to expect. And in a rare moment of perfect fusion, it seemed the gods were on my side. The high tide I'd anxiously coveted for this location would be just an hour before sunset and in the previously featureless sky, groups of fluffy clouds were gathering like old friends to hang in stillness over Gull Rock. My plate now clear of all the remaining Waldorfs, I raced down to the water’s edge like a child excused from the dinner table, only to find the plum spot taken by an interloper. I knew I should have brought a sandwich and refused to budge for two hours – naturally if I’d been here on a photography only mission rather than a social engagement that’s exactly what I would have done. Soon he was followed by three or four more tripod bearing togs, each competing for ground in a very limited space, and to add insult to injury not one of them appeared to be Mr Pedlar himself. It goes without saying that if Lee had been present they’d have seen him sharpening his famous elbows and all headed for the pub in varying states of fear for their personal safety to soak up restorative brandies in an instant, leaving me with only himself to contend with.
But high tide Trebarwith offers a secret weapon to the intrepid tripod wielder, in the form of a narrow ledge of rock to the left of the funnel where we were all standing. With a degree of care and the removal of the varifocals that suddenly become about as useful as a house made of cheese when looking at the space around my feet, I hopped across the stream that cuts through the rock shelf on its way to the sea. Finally I had the space I wanted, from where I could watch the rest of them fight for position on the other side of the divide. One of them decided to offer some counsel. “Take care down there. I once watched someone slip over on that bit, and when they carried him back to safety his kneecap wasn’t in the same place it had been when he first went down there.” I nodded and smiled. I’d already negotiated a section that the falling tide had uncovered and was all too aware of exactly how slippery the green and black areas that I’d so studiously avoided were. Two hours earlier, on the other side of high tide it had been bone dry here and the difference on the surface beneath my feet was all too palpable. I moved very slowly, just a few yards forward; every inch was undertaken with the utmost caution in my most grippy of hiking shoes, using the tripod as a makeshift walking stick until I reached a small crack in the rock above the receding sea that offered a bit of traction. Now I could concentrate on setting up the shot, waiting for those moments when an incoming wave washed back towards the sea, the brightness of the white water softening to an icy blue after the break. Above us, the dreamy shroud began to light from underneath as the sun, cloaked in a glorious bold and bright orange made its final bow. As long as I stayed on my feet, I might just get a shot. At least if I got it right, I wouldn’t have to take my chances here again on another visit. Probably.
I’ve often thought that pride is an unattractive trait, and blowing one’s own trumpet should be put to one side in favour of reluctant acceptance of a positive reaction from one’s peers where merited. But in this case, I have to admit I was rather excited about sharing the image, and the entire brass section, accompanied by an oboe, a couple of flutes and three very noisy recorders has been turned to full volume on presenting the final result. I like this shot rather a lot. In fact I'd go as far as to say it's one of my favourites. So much in fact that I’m going to get it printed and put it on the wall at home. Of course it’s pure luck really. It's not often that you turn up at a brand new location to conditions you never dared to hope for. Not often you get to take a shot that makes you this happy when you’re in the company of people who didn’t come here armed with tripods and bags full of camera gear.
The farewell was not long after I took this shot. Mark and Wendy were heading back to the campsite near Tintagel as their adventures in the beautiful county that we call home came towards a close. Tom and Rhi headed back to their home in Wadebridge and work the next day. For a while I sat at the wheel of my car and grinned into the fading light. Somewhere out on the water, a skulking pair of Sea Badgers grinned back as they slipped beneath the surface and began the long journey back to the Scillies.
After spending the day sightseeing around Ulaanbaatar we had headed back to our Airbnb where I left my wife to have a bit of a rest. I headed a couple of miles down the road to where the railway line enters Ulaanbaatar. Here I saw a few trains but for each the sun wasn't fully out. For 2TE116UM-025 the sun lit up the more important part of the train as it entered the capital with a coal train.
After spending the whole morning at Haukland Beach, we were freezing, so we headed back to our rorbu to warm up and have a quick lunch (including the famous Kvikk Lunsj). For sunset, we decided to explore Uttakleiv Beach, which is home to the famous Dragon's Eye, a small spherical boulder lying in a water-filled depression, but due to its popularity, I didn't expect us to be the only ones. When we arrived at the parking lot, we could see the Dragon's Eye from afar because two photographers had set up their cameras there waiting for the light. All the other photographers had moved on to other compositions, probably because the Dragon's Eye only allows one or two tripods right next to it. Nevertheless, we went down, hoping these photographers would leave soon, but before they packed up, another group of photographers showed up and claimed the spot for themselves.
In fact, I didn’t even took a smartphone image of it, since I also noticed that the snow on the dark rocks right next to it was full of footprints, and as this is a wide-angle composition these would inevitably be visible in the frame. Moreover, I thought that we would definitely return to this spot, but at the time I didn’t realize that this is a low-tide location and the tide would be rising the next days for sunrise and sunset. Instead of waiting I decided to look for other compositions and a few meters to the right of the Dragon’s Eye I spotted not one, but a few round boulders submerged in the frozen water in a depression that was surrounded by dark rocks that were covered by a pristine layer of fresh snow. I was immediately drawn to this composition and after setting up my tripod on the slippery rocks, I took most of the shots without a polarizer, thinking that the reflection would add to the image. Fortunately, I also put on my polarizer for one set of focus stack shots which I much prefer due to the better visibility of the boulders, even though the polarizer didn’t manage to cut all the reflections which I then tried to mitigate in post. So even though I didn’t get a chance to shoot the Dragon’s Eye, I’m very happy with this image of a composition I haven’t seen before. I hope you like it too!
After spending two nights camping along the California coast and watching "blah" light develop, things got more interesting on night three.
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After spending the day working in the Salt Lake Valley on the Sandy Local, SW10 No. 1260 and GP30 No. 871 drift toward the shops at North Yard in Salt Lake City, Utah the afternoon of August 1, 1987. UP’s fleet of GP30s was depleting rapidly, but 871 would continue to serve on the active roster until retirement in Sept. 1988.
Spending romantic cool autumn eveing with Ian Cardigan with Shirt from //Ascend// and Black Sneaker from INVICTUS both available at MOM.
Spending a few terrific hours with friends on a Sunday morning is very fun when you can shoot this together. The NKP 765 leading the first trip of the day eastbound thru Tinley Park, Il on Sept 16, 2018.
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Spending the Sunday afternoon indoor...This shot was taken using a light tent with off camera flash to the right @ 1/2 power.
After spending the day in and around Norfolk, Virginia between Lamberts Point and Portlock Yard, I decided to head over to Shell Rd near Bridge 7 to see if I could get a few trains going by. Instead, when I got there, a crew was getting ready to drop off a new turnout for a small spur just to the west of the bridge. NS 6110 does the honors and was built as N&W 6110 in 1975. After a nice conversation with the conductor and they dropped the switch off, I continued on my way.
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Joey actually spends most of his time indoors rather than outside the house.
I used to put a bell on him all the time years ago as he would frequently jump into our neighbor's yard and he would sometimes wander in the dirty culverts in the neighborhood.
Although he doesn't mind wearing a bell, I think he values his privacy away from both Sunny and Cherie. The bell alerts his presence to both cats and Cherie likes to follow Joey around the house.
Unlike 6 years ago, Joey no longer ventures outside our compound and doesn't even bother to sneak into our neighbor's yard. He'd spend about 10-15 minutes outside and makes his way back indoors.
In retrospect, I wish I had trained him to be an indoor cat rather than let he do what he pleased. All the troubles that led him to the vet's for treatment were in fact, caused by his outdoor escapades.
Since last year I've disallowed him from jumping down to the roof below my bedroom, for fear of his inability to jump back up the window.
Joey had been diagnosed with arthritis last year, further compounding his chronic kidney disease condition.
Sometimes I wonder if Joey misses his late companions, Adam and Tommy. He does get along well with Cherie the tortie, but is very wary of the physically bigger Sunny.
Joey turned 14 years old sometime in October 2024 and I adopted him exactly fourteen years ago on January 29th, 2011.
After spending a good part of the day unloading up the Black River the Herbert C Jackson's captain opted to back all the way out into Lake Erie rather than use the turning basin. Consequently I ended up with a stern-first chase into the good light while playing peek-a-boo with an advancing cloud bank. One of the last real "sucker holes" did correspond with them going past the Lorain Harbor Light though which allowed for this broadside of them nearing the end of their backwards journey before spinning the boat in open water. Lorain, OH 6/4/2022
After spending 8 months in SE Asia we came back to the US on the USS Constellation. The mast on the ship was so tall the ballast on the ship had to be changed so that the ship listed to the side to make it under the bridge. Been over the Bridge a few times going to Sausalito usually listening to Jesse Colin Young's song, "Ridgetop" which is about the area.
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I heard him sing the first time with the Youngbloods at the Avalon Ballroom as well as many other bands (Jefferson Airplane, Big Brother & the Holding Co. with Janis Joplin, etc.).
I was able to spend some time watching this coyote hunt in Lois Hole Provincial Park. I'm not sure I've ever been this close to one, but she didn't seem to mind my presence. I believe she may have some shoulder mites as evidenced by the missing fur that you can see. Hopefully it doesn't cause her too much trouble.
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Spend a lovely day in Helsinki admiring the architecture and reality bending scenes. I guess this spot is quite famous for Helsinki people, but it is definitely worth to share here
After spending the night of April 26 at Fruita Campground, Capitol Reef National Park, Utah, Steve and I got an early start that gave us plenty of time to make many stops along the scenic Notom-Bulfrog Road. We took many photos, made a number of short hikes to enjoy the views from higher vantage points, and spent some time looking at the wildflowers. We turned off the Notom-Bullfrog Road and drove the Burr Trail and beyond. More about that with photos as time allows.
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