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During the Electro Motive Division tour on September 26, 1989, the walk through the electrical department was quite interesting. Here, a state of the art AAR locomotive control stand is on display for the public view before it is installed into a new SD60.
EMD Tour
LaGrange, IL.
September 26, 1989
Today I tested my new stand-up paddling set at Mita Beach. It was a lot of fun! I love water sports and just have to try everything.^^
January 2023 Hokkaido
We spotted this stand of trees while driving across the island. The light wasn't the best but I've done my best in PP to balance things out, hope you enjoy viewing
Sorry I have been really busy.. I will try and catch up when I can. Thank you all very much for your wonderful comments.
In my garden September 18, 2015 Christchurch New Zealand.
Don't forget that it's supermoon the 19th!
This is a big celestial event and you can view it if weather is fine. The Moon will appear its largest and brightest on this day.
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That is what the California Highway Patrol officer said.
We were ensconced in an open garage waiting out an armed 211 suspect when those words were spoken.
My call came in at 2:30. A man was barricaded in his apartment after a shootout with police. At the time, I was home sick with a headache the size of the Rock of Gibraltar. But a barricade is a barricade and I threw on some clothes and rushed to the scene.
I stopped at the road closure and was waved through by one of the CHP guys that yelled, “Hey, I know you....go ahead.”
“OK”
After parking the car where the chippy said I should, I asked our esteemed parking enforcement officer (also known as the Parking Nazi) who was standing guard, where was everything happening and where should I go.
He motioned somewhere down the street towards some low-rent apartment complexes and told me to walk on the right side of the street through a vacant lot - nothing but dirt and a creosote bush.
“OK.”
I kept an eye out for what was going on and watched as the guys from the PD’s Special Response Team ( SRT) moved into place.
“Cool,” thought I and grabbed a few shots of one of the guys creeping across the roof, rifle in front of him, pack behind. I thought, “If I get nothing else this will be good art."
I heard people yelling at me and here comes the PIO from the Barstow Police running across the street telling me that hey, I was right in the line of fire and I should like move.
“OK.”
“Don’t go south of the palm tree,” he said, “that way you won’t be in the line of fire.”
“OK. Can I stand behind the palm tree?”
“Sure,” he said, “but I’m not responsible if you get shot.”
“OK”
Seemed to be my thought processes at the time, singular “OK’s”
I stood behind the palm tree for a little bit and then moved — I really wasn’t in the mood to get shot.
The reporter showed up, a radio guy showed up, a small TV station guy showed up and we all sat around in the heat waiting for something to happen....for a long time.
Negotiators were on the phone, relatives got on the phone to try and talk this guy out. The man had been wounded slightly in the first shootout — shot in the hand and the arm — and yelled out to his friends that he was afraid the cops were going to shoot him on sight.
We all knew that this would never happen, but the guy wouldn’t come out. The cops even brought him cigarettes when he asked for them - actually threw them up to him on the balcony. If they had wanted to shoot him, they could have at that time.
I got permission to wander a bit, down in parking area where the CHP rifle shooters were set up — watched them concentrate completely down their black gun sites. I was close enough that if I stuck my head out I could see the guy’s balcony — really, really well — with bloody curtains swaying in the wind.
Time wore on, heat got worse, men got shifted around so as to give the ones sitting in the sun a break.
We waited. Cops gave me Gatorade and water. It was hot.
As dusk set in I kept hoping this guy would come out with his hands up while I still had light to shoot by. Even with my new digital camera (YEA!) I was still a newbie at using the flash in low light situations so I wanted halfway good light.
I simply couldn’t figure out why this guy would NOT come out.
Was it the macho mentality of the whole gang banger personality? Was it that he knew he was facing some major jail time? He was already a loser in that department. What possibly could be worth prolonging this stand-off?
Time wore on some more. The apartment complex residents started getting restless. Hoots and hollers and jungle-like monkey noises came from the apartments and from those watching and waiting behind the lines. A bottle was thrown.
I have to admit, this made a me a tad nervous. I could just see this thing erupting into an all-out riot. Half the people in the complex were convinced the cops were going to gun the guy down and the other half were afraid of the first half.
Soon the cops had enough waiting and started firing tear gas canisters into the apartment. Oh my! Horrible sound those loud guns. Once that tear gas thing started I didn’t stick my head out any more. I crouched down behind a car. I could still see the CHP shooters but wasn’t in the line of fire.
Good thing.
Several minutes after the first rounds of tear gas were volleyed into the apartment there came three quick shots - pop - pop - pop — out the sliding glass door — over the balcony.
“Holy shit,” thought I, “that guy is firing at us.”
“Hey,” I yelled, “Was he shooting this way.”
“Yes, Lara, he was shooting this way.”
I crouched down lower. Just about fully dark now. The people that had come out to watch were yelling the guy was yelling babies were screaming and one Barstow cop remarked, “I can’t believe these people brought their kids out to a gunfight.”
Law enforcement did not return gun fire but more tear gas was used.
Still no sound, no reaction from the barricaded man.
One of the CHP guys came back down into our spot and said that after the three rounds fired by the suspect, one more shot was heard a few minutes later - muffled. Not aimed out the sliding glass door — inside the building.
He said quietly that he had heard _that_ sound before.
Time was starting to lose meaning. Amidst the noise and chaos I had been on the phone relaying the latest developments to the reporter who had gone back to write his story. More tear gas was lobbed into the building but the feeling was that the man had offed himself with that final fourth shot.
My deadline to leave was fast approaching — close to 9 p.m. I had the images from the afternoon’s deployment and some close-ups of the guys close to me. But no resolution. No closure.
The crowd up the street was really starting to turn ugly and I debated going up to photograph that, but figured that a camera flashing would trigger the already riotous behaviour that was growing.
Two guys threw bottles at the sheriff’s SWAT team. Ooooh, not a good idea. Those SWAT-dudes are bad-asses with attitudes and guns. They do NOT take kindly to being pelted with bottles. The bottle-throwers were arrested and the crowd scene cooled after that.
No lights were on in the apartment, no movement was seen and all negotiations had long since broken off. The man’s last words and comments to the negotiator were pretty much that the only way he was going to leave was in a body bag.
I still hoped not, but I left to file my art. Before I left the center of the action, which is where I had been allowed to stay (don’t ask me why, I was just allowed to stay.) I made sure the police chief and one of the LT’s knew I was returning and wanted to be back close to where things were happening.
“Sure.” they said, “Just show your press pass, tell whoever we said it was ok and come on back - stay out of the line of fire.”
“OK”
I left, filed the creeping-across-the-roof pic and one of two officers and a bullet proof shield and came back.
Things were as I left them — no more noise, no more nothing.
About 11 p.m. the sheriff's office took over. The Barstow PD SRT and CHP back-ups had been on duty squinting down their sites for almost 8 hours, it was time for a relief team.
I watched the camouflaged SWATs come in, dash about the courtyard smashing out the remaining lights that would put them in danger and get into place, covering each other with guns pointed toward the apartment as they ran across the courtyard.
I couldn’t help myself, I thought “Jeez, this is just like in the movies.” Only this time it was for real — surrealistic, but real.
When the Barstow guys and CHP left I was still standing there all by my lonesome. One of them yelled back at me, “You probably ought to come out too.”
“OK.”
That seemed like a good idea to me — it was dark and I didn’t like being alone.
I came up out of the garage hole and plopped down on the front of a fire truck. Sheriff’s homicide detectives were wondering who the hell was I and why was I there. I smiled, introduced myself and sat back quietly on the fire engine, hoping that no one would actually notice me. I even put my camera down.
The sheriff’s Captain saw me, smiled and let me stay. I was now considered a “friendly.” Cool.
I had kept in contact with the night editor at our sister paper, even after the Dispatch went to bed, did some interviewing, got the correct on-the-record-quotes that supported the police’s version of what happened and waited — and waited.
For almost an hour after the SO took over a deputy called out over a loud speaker. “Aaron. Come out with your hands up. The building is surrounded.” Every few minutes for almost an hour. Over and over. The same tone of voice. No emotion. It could have been a computerized recording it was so precisely repeated, but it wasn’t.
Aaron didn’t come out.
Talking time was up and the SWAT team started in with more powerful tear gas. Volley after volley. No Aaron. He was either immune to the gas or dead.
Soon the team took out the doors and entered the building using flash-bang devices before going into each room - “auditory and visual distractions” they call them.
Hell honey, those are bombs.
Every time they said over the radio they were setting off another one, all the law enforcement guys, suits, SWAT dudes, everybody around me, put their fingers in their ears. I wish I had photographed that, but it is hard to hold a camera with your fingers in your ears.
Time moved faster, soon after the SWAT guys entered they called for the SO medics that had flown in on a chopper. Word came out fast that it was over, Aaron was dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head.
It was one o’clock in the morning. There was almost a palpable sigh, a slumping of the shoulders when it was over. I had been at the scene for almost ten hours.
It was not a good resolution. Not the one that everyone; law enforcement, medics, firefighters, friends and family had hoped for.
I remembered what the CHP shooter said after word came in about the fourth shot — “We are in a stand-off with a dead man.”
He was right.
•••••••••••••
Rest in Peace Aaron
Rickshaw stand beside rail line near a platform. Shot taken from running train. Here in West Bengal in India , Rickshaw is still a major transportation vehicle for short distance. Most common charge is Rs/-20 ( 1/3 of a $ ) for a trip of 1 - 2 km distance.
When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see
No, I won't be afraid
Oh, I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand
Stand by me
So darlin', darlin', stand by me
Oh, stand by me
Oh, stand
Stand by me, stand by me
If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
Or the mountain should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry
No, I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand
Stand by me
And darlin', darlin', stand by me
Oh, stand by me
Oh, stand now
Stand by me, stand by me
And darlin', darlin', stand by me
Oh, stand by me
Oh, stand now
Stand by me, stand by me
Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me
Oh, stand by me
Won't you stand by
Careful where you stand, my love.
Careful where you lay your head.
It's true we're always looking out for one another.
-Coldplay
Downhill, Castlerock, Northern Ireland
Perched dramatically on a 120ft cliff top overlooking Benone Beach, high above the Atlantic Ocean stands the famous Mussenden Temple. Constructed in 1785 as part of the Downhill Demense by Frederick Augustus Hervey, Bishop of Derry and Earl of Bristol. The temple was built to serve as a summer library with it’s architecture inspired by the Temple of Vesta in Tivoli, near Rome. I can only imagine how amazing it must have been for Bishop Hervey when he sat here almost 250 years ago, relaxing whilst reading his books inside this unique temple library.
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The White Canvas Gallery presents an open challenge to enable you to stand united for peace. Lets disown the mindless violence around us and lets DO something about it as artists. Rules of this challenge are pretty simple.
RULES
1. Post one pic on your flickr stream with this theme in mind. All creative decisions are yours. You can post more if you like, no ones gonna shoot you *grins*.
2. Nominate at least 3 other of your friends to post a pic with this theme. Tag them on the pic if you like.
3. All pics done for this challenge can be posted to this group.
www.flickr.com/groups/istandforpeace
4. Please add the text between the lines in your description of your picture so that anyone who wants to join the challenge knows how to.
5. If anyone not tagged here wants to do this challenge, tag yourself here and do it :).
I nominate anyone who have the heart on the right place
My soul is naked yet armored and ready.
I say “Let this storm commence and I will show it my face.”
A moment written in dreams once before,
rehearsed and now performed.
I will call on her and she will stand by my side,
the rest of them just steps behind.
My love will lead a song,
and all will sing for heaven to come down.
Shadowy bike on 9th avenue's pavement.
Hell's Kitchen, NYC
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At Little Bay this morning still feeling a bit crappy from a cold I ventured out in the rain with the Focus crew. The view at Little bay is amazing but i wasnt really in the mood for a headland seascape thing so turned around and shot this at the gold course behind me.
stand still
stop
reflect
ponder
it is just another day
but it is filled with possibilities
if we will afford ourselves the
luxury of seeing them.
i don't really like all the hype around new years .. resolutions and such.
but i do look back and look ahead.
i want things to be different.
i trust they will be.
Great Blue Heron - Florida Everglades
In The Wild - Palm Beach County, FL USA
*[Have yet to hear a thorough explanation whether GBH-display
is a "courtship-ritual" or if they are just 'drying-their-wings' and
'accepting-the-warmth'? Personally, I think it's to attract-a-mate.]
*[He/she was talking to me here. I didn't quite
understand the language but it was happy and
we were social-distancing across a canal. LOL]
*[left-double-click for an up-close and personal feather-view]
Why not stand out in this last few days of summer in a fabulous outfit for a hot date, or maybe visiting a club...
YoUnique Couture came up with this stunning outfit ~ Jantina~ for just such an occasion~
This striking silk number I am wearing is available at the ~ WIP ~ event which is now open and on until the 22nd..
Fitting most bodies out there but as always Please! Please! try the demo's provided before you buy~
The outfit comes with a hud thats you will be able to change the fur trim,body & skirt colors
You will find you can buy the matching boots at the ~ WIP ~event too again with a color hud to mix or match up with your outfit...
Well time to go so
Happy Shopping All
* YoUnique Couture~ Jantina / Body/ Skirt / Tights/ Boots
* Truth Hair ~ Ember
* e- Body~ Reborn
* The Skinnery Face Skin ~ Antonia
* The Skinnery Body Skin ~ Sorbet
* Lelutka Head ~ Avalon /Teeth / Gums
* Not Found Brows ~ Bella
* Voglia~ Soft Blush Pack/Cheeks
* Amara Beauty Lipstick ~ Callie/Raspberry
* Shot @ Angels Bay
EVENT
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/WIP/115/74/1501
The item is an exclusive for the event and only available there for the duration. After it will be available at the mainstore maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/East%20Oakdale/87/253/22 and Marketplace marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/167562.
One of the most recognizable mushroom in the world.
The Amanita Muscaria,commonly known as Fly Agaric or Fly Amanita.
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Country: Netherlands.
To everyone who has continued to show support for the Food Stands Diners, and have reached out asking for instructions - Thankyou.
To update,I expect the instructions to be available for purchase on my website, www.frostbricks.com, by the end of November.
It hasn't been an easy task assembling the instructions. I've been plagued by computer breakdowns and worse, but right now, they are 80% done.
And really, I just want to say thankyou today, to everyone who has continued to reach out and show love for the model. This is for you guys.