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66079 and three 'Euro' 66s that have been brought back to the UK; 66073 is so ex-works it hasn't actually made it out of the works yet, and looks like its waiting for some windscreen rubbers. 66244 and 66179 to the right are both in Euro Cargo Rail livery at the moment.
Toton TMD family open day, 18.6.22
Uncropped.
I will say this, I like shooting at 1600mm but you'd be surprised how difficult it can be to find something as large as the moon (or even the sun) when you're playing with such a narrow field of view.
I was on a little photo strawl and the sunset was awesome yet another time. So I started looking for new angles, perspectives to shoot the frankfurt skyline. I found this.. I hope you like it!
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Three different backs, for three different types of instant film.
From left to right:
1) Custom made Holga 120 series CB70 back, for SX-70 and 600 type film
2) Holga 120 series factory peel apart film back, for Type 100 film
3) Custom made Holga 120 series Instax Mini back, for Fuji Instax Mini film
Three little piggies, standing on a bench, minding their own business. But who is that lurking in the background?
The enormous Hitachi 1200 drops another load into a Caterpillar 740. It can fill the dump truck's 30 yard bucket with about three good scoops.
2021
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grandiose_delusions -- Grandiose Delusions.
Very courageous recent admission by the petulantly peevish Sad Clown, "I am a Tyrant-in-Waiting, who still takes every opportunity to find fault in even complimentary comments." He also doesn't understand that calling someone, 'infamous', is an insult [see THE THREE AMIGOS' misunderstanding of the word].
A confirmed and habitual gossip, Sad Bear Clown's deepest wish is to be paid for publicly slandering noted people of whom he is deeply envious; constantly projecting his profound self-contempt.
He admitted, "Bought a plaid flannel shirt and scarf, then posted a picture of the bag and claimed the label had intentions of sponsoring my non-existent tv series, which they hadn't."
Sad Bear Clown's most recent confession: he lied about signing for representation with a talent agency on Avenue of the Stars in Los Angeles. The agency, with no Sad Bear Clown-connection, has a virtual ( p.o. box ) address in what is known locally as The Devil's Tower -- www.davincivirtual.com/loc/us/california/los-angeles-virt...
He was overheard drunkenly confessing to a patron at a restaurant bar, after having loudly lied about being commissioned by the British Royal family to procure a ship for one of their ranks to Christen: Sad Bear Clown confided that many times, while alone, looking in the mirror, he repeats to himself, "Amateur Night in Dixie, Amateur Night in Dixie, Amateur Night..."
www.flickr.com/photos/marklongoartanddesign/37430878502/i... -- The Dunning-Kruger Effect: imagining oneself to be in possession of greater agency or ability than is actually the case, illustrated by the child's steering wheel.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X23v5_K7cXk&ab_channel=EltonJ... -- At one point Elton John is a very convincing hobo.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOkQsVJV8ts&ab_channel=BruceS... --TENTH AVENUE FREEZE-OUT
www.flickr.com/photos/marklongoartanddesign/48626750262/i... -- THE VAN WINKLE SISTERS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L56KOpZ6vI4&ab_channel=talant... -- Bear just wants his picture taken in the driver's seat.
[I have been asked about removing this post since Sad Bear Clown was detained by police while on a purported "location scout" for an as-yet non-existent television pilot and series. He was held for Disorderly Conduct and Lascivious Innuendo in a public place, directed at an individual. He was released on bail from a Mayberry-esque jail in a picturesque small town, pending a Magistrate's hearing.]
www.flickr.com/photos/marklongoartanddesign/51405990904/i... -- See description of PROFESSOR ROCK BOTTOM.
The Three Rivers Fountain, in Victoria Square, Adelaide.
The fountain represents the three rivers from which Adelaide receives most of its water—the Torrens, the Onkaparinga and the Murray.
I've been ill for a couple of days so this photo was going to be about being sick, but I'm actually feeling much better today!
Still trying to get the hang of my new studio lights. I feel really hampered by not having much space in my house to shoot in that's clear of clutter, there don't seem to be any bits of blank wall without lots of furniture or other things!
Do you like my sushi pyjamas?
February 4, 2016 - Risso Dolphins Slaughter – at Taiji, Japan
The untiring greed of the killers shows once again. At approximately 10:15am, local Japan time, the killing fleet was headed pack to the harbor empty handed, as three steel murder machines found a small pod of Risso Dolphins.
Close to shore, a formation began, as the Cove Guardians witnessed a family fight for their lives. There is little change of survival, when the haunting sound wall is chasing you. Fueled with bloodlust and hate, the killers drove the entire family hastily into the killing cove once the nets were dropped behind them, their fate was sealed. Tied by the fluke and drowning next to a skiff, a dolphin was forced under the killing tarps where the killers were ready to destroy the pod of 4 grampus griseus. The entire pod was slaughtered, no captives were taken.
Today was a horrifying display of the barbarism that takes place almost daily in the killing cove of Taiji; a whole family was slaughtered in minutes. Every single day from the September till season end in February, the Cove Guardians will be on the ground in Taiji, Japan to document and show the world what the hunters and “trainers” are capable of.
Sites for more information :
Sea Shepherd Cove Guardians Page (official)
www.facebook.com/SeaShepherdCoveGuardiansOfficialPage
Cove Guardians
www.seashepherd.org/cove-guardians
Photo: Sea Shepherd
Three Fords,Montana. Ok so the one on the left is a Lincoln or Mercury. Still a Ford product. Seen in Garneill,Montana.
A Red, Red Rose:
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the Melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.
by Robert Burns
After the Tour de France last year we have the new Tour de Yorkshire this year. This one came right through Slaithwaite, Passing within a mile or so of our house twice. I’m a bit ambivalent about watching cycling at the roadside, It’s a bit different down in France, in the Pyrenees or on the Champs Elysees in beautiful sunshine, soaking the atmosphere up. As a cyclist and photographer I’d been getting asked for ages where I was going to watch and photograph the TdY, the truth is, I wasn’t that bothered about it and didn’t have a plan until the actual day.
Sunday dawned with horrendous weather, very heavy rain pounding the house roof at 7.00AM, the radar picture showed a mass of slow moving rain heading west. We were going walking after coffee at Crumbles in Marsden and we sat the worst of the rain out until 10.00, it was drizzle by now, still a full waterproofs walk though. Home for a change and back out for more coffee and toast at the Merrie England and we were well placed for Scapegoat Hill to watch the race. We drove through Slaithwaite at 12.00 and it was deserted with about twenty people outside The Little Bridge wine bar. Tory had an outside bar setup for the day. Where was everybody?
We parked over Round Ings Road on the top of Scapegoat Hill. The sun was coming out and the sky was breaking to blue, fantastic, and what a change from this morning. People were heading to the top of Crimble Clough in their thousands, it was reminiscent of Holme Moss at the TdF last year. There was a great atmosphere, lots of people we knew out to watch, quite a few asking why we weren’t at the Little Bridge, I get a bit pissed off with this belief that we live in the wine bar, I have two drinks, three or four times a week in the Little Bridge – in the evening – and we are usually home by 9.00. I don’t set foot in a pub during the day, I prefer cafes for coffee and toast. At the wedding we went to someone asked why we weren’t in the Commercial – I never go in the Commercial, when I go out, I go out to eat, having a drink along the way is incidental to eating for me – get the message folks! It was looking like things were going to pan out perfectly. I wanted to get a spot up Waller Clough Road, the last bit of the climb out of Slaithwaite, with a clear view where I could get a slight side shot whilst the cars and bikes were still a distance away and not actually right next to me and have the cyclists lit from the front so they weren’t in deep shadow. It was going to be impossible on the higher slopes as it was packed and people were still arriving. I settled for the end of Highfield Road ( Moorside Edge) as it was quite wide. I didn’t think that the cyclists would pick much speed up here although it’s flattish just there, they would be getting a breather ready for the last bit of the climb. I got plenty of chance to check my gear and setting as the front running Police bikes came through at great speed, it’s very easy to get caught using a slightly slow shutter speed and not realise until after the event. The motorbikes were looking sharp. In the end I had around ten shots that missed focus and unusable, I’ve probably uploaded a couple of questionable ones. The cyclists came through together and there wasn’t any chance to pick individuals out, it was a case of firing away, making sure the focus was locked on to at least one cyclist.
When the race had passed it was a mass exodus. I had to get Jayne to Meltham for a wedding at 3.00PM so we didn’t linger. When we walked into Slaithwaite around 5.30 it was packed around every pub, the wine bar was surrounded by people singing and dancing, fortunately it was OK inside. Not a bad day. No mention of our area in the news and nothing shown on TV, they only showed the later part of the day. As I explained to people, it’s not football, cycling struggles to get TV coverage and it’s free to watch at the roadside, they don’t understand that there isn’t any money in it, it relies on sponsorship and in some cases – like football – wealthy individuals who want to own a team.
An auto rickshaw or three-wheeler (tuk-tuk, trishaw, auto, rickshaw, autorick, bajaj, rick, tricycle, mototaxi, or baby taxi in popular parlance) is a usually three-wheeled cabin cycle for private use and as a vehicle for hire. It is a motorized version of the traditional pulled rickshaw or cycle rickshaw. Auto rickshaws are an essential form of urban transport in many developing countries, and a form of novelty transport in many Eastern countries.
Two of the three knight mini-figures.
LEGO Set 7949
Prison Carriage Rescue
2010 Kingdoms Theme
Found at Michigan TRU 5/2010
$9.99
Shiloh (left) is peeping over the fence, staring directly at my camera.
Sam (right, front) is checking down the driveway.
Sasquatch (in back) is spying to the south.
According to Merriam Webster Dictionay, the gerund-form of "stare" is spelled "staring." See “Stare.” Merriam-Webster.com Dictionary, Merriam-Webster, www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/stare. Accessed 16 Sep. 2022.
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Place de la Bourse, Brussels, Belgium. Three days after the March 22 terror attacks on the Brussels airport and Maelbeek metro station.
14-05-2010
Three enormous bronze swords stand monument to the battle of Hafrsfjord in the year 872, when Harald Hårfagre (Fairheaded Harald) united Norway into one kingdom. The monument was designed by Fritz Røed (1928 - 2002) from Bryne, just south of Stavanger. It was unveiled by Norway's King Olav in 1983.
The swords, which are about 10 meters tall, stand for peace and unification. One sword is larger than the others. This was Fairheaded Harald's sword. The swords are planted in solid rock - representing peace.
The swords can be found at Møllebukta which is a bay area on the southern shore of Hafrsfjord. The name "Møllebukta" derives from "mølla" (mill) and "bukt (bay). There used to be a corn mill here. Today the area is one of Stavangers most popular recreational areas.
The three tower blocks are Tavy (Duke St) (Blue), Tamar (James Street) (Red) & Lynher (Curtis Street) (Green). "Lego" cladding put on in the 90's
All are council blocks (flats) located in Devonport, Plymouth. Each one is 13 floors. Built back I guess in the 50's/60's, they where refurbished back in the late 90's with the cladding and colour scheme you can see today. The area they stand around has not always been the best or nices areas in Plymouth due to the housing and higher crime rate. However the whole area is slowly undergoing investment. The Devonport Regeneration Company, City Council and other organisations are investing in new housing (see other pics) The older smaller blocks including the Bull Ring are being knocked down to make way for better housing.
Devonport was almost flattend in WW2 as it's next to the Naval Base (Devonport Dockyard). So most of the housing was built after the war.
The Three blocks are all named after local rivers. Tamar the main river that is part of the boarder between Devon and Cornwall. Tavy, runs from Dartmoor and joins the Tamar near The Tavy Rail Bridge/ Warleigh Point (see other pics) before reaching the sea at Plymouth Sound. Lynher is an inlet off the Tamar on the Cornwall side.
My Plymouth promo video on Youtube..... www.youtube.com/watch?v=9maxpf3ACK4
Seen in the Montana Auto Museum in Deer Lodge. This museum was once known as the Towe Ford Collection. Towe had tax trouble and had to sell his cars, but friends bought many of them at auction and put them back into the museum.
These tri-five cars were not part of that collection, but there sure are a lot of them. All the cars on display are very nice examples. Unfortunately, space is tight and they are displayed as if in a parking garage.
The museum is in part of an old prison, which is very famous for being haunted. All the ghost searchers have been here. I did not take the prison tour.
...and only 2203 more to go before Amtrak #7 arrives in Seattle, WA. Four deadheading Superliners are tucked in behind the pair of P42s as they pass Tower A2.
I asked if 1 of the Chelsea Pensioners would pose for me..... He got the other one and insisted that we had a group shot. Photo taken by my wife on my mobile phone.
The Three Cups, Newnham Street, Bedford [52.137488, -0.460472]
This pub is said to date from the the 1770s. However, the Three Cups P.H. is shown on a post-railway Victorian map as being just down by the river Great Ouse on the Embankment ~ presumably the licence was transferred to this site. The Three Cups pub sign is usually associated with the Worshipful Company of Salters, and is seen from the C16, and the Ouse was navigable up to Bedford from 1689.
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Three Balloons - Üç Balon
Sanatın Ustaları ~ Masters of Art
One 1stanbul Photo Album, Kazlıçeşme, Zeytinburnu District, Istanbul, TR
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I have a confession to make. This August it will be 30 years since I moved to New York. I was 17 at the time and headstrong in my determination to live here. I packed up everything I owned into two hefty bags and carried a wooden liquor box filled with paintbrushes, pencils and your basic art supplies. I was enrolled at the Fashion Institute of Technology and knew in my heart as my father’s car pulled away from the curb that I was never going back to live on Long Island ever again. It was and is nothing against my parents. At the age of five, they took me to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. From the back seat of the car, the energy of the city called out to my very soul. I remember looking down at my mismatched anklets and announcing I was moving here as soon as possible. Everyone laughed but I knew. It took twelve years, a scholarship and a bit of fast talking with my parents. There I stood though on the curb knowing I was in the place I was meant to be.
Thirty years later I find myself reassessing my dreams. A bit of time whiplash as I didn’t think it would all go so fast. I try and access the girl who so fearlessly moved with so little and ask myself - Where to go from here? I don’t need an immediate plan. I just need to remember someday is today.