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Yet to enter service, a recent delivery from Northern Ireland, Boris bus "New Routemaster" LT925 LTZ2125 blinds set for the East London Transit route EL1.
St Mary Cray, Orpington.
Photo (c) TomG.2017.
Texture, Elevate, thanks to Kim Klassen
When we drive to Texas to see my in-laws, we go through Oklahoma and every time we do, I see this house and I want to stop and take pictures. But it's a 12 hour drive to Texas, so we don't stop. However, the last two times we've gone, we have stopped. At Christmas, there was a For Sale sign up, so we even unhooked the gate and walked up to the house and the out buildings! Pretty fun 30 minute break from our drive. This is part of a series of four images. One is already posted and you'll see two more.
I didn't do much to this shot...just added a Kim Klassen texture and called it good.
So I just realized that we forgot to add our photo to the group for week 13. Uploaded it and everything, just didn't add it. Rats.
This weekend was full of adventure for The Grimm and I (Jonah, too, of course). We went hiking with a good friend who knew of a secret pond for Grimm to swim in. All was wonderful until her collar snagged on some shrubbery in the middle of the pond. I was called upon to use my best doggy paddle to get out there and unhook her. I was worried that she would be a bit traumatized, but once we were back to shore, she just wanted me to throw the bumper out into the pond again. All was well, until she then tore her front pad pretty good. Poor girl was not keen on modeling this morning, but did her best.
Carp In The Net
- As I was on walking one of my favourite spots the fisherman had just hooked a big yellow golden carp.
After unhooking the fish and me taking a picuture of him and his catch with his mobile, the fish was back in the water again.....I was not really getting it and as a fish i would refuse food on a hook.
So this is a cheat, a photo from yesterday. But I got home and it's dark and I'm uninspired with the indoors....technically I took a photo today, the sunset one! So whatever.
Today on the mountain this girl got stuck to the lift by her backpack and was dangling over the mountain until someone could unhook her, I had never seen that before. I could only imagine if that was me....and then I go down the mountain and as I'm about to get on the lift, a guy with a broken leg was getting on to reach the ambulence at the top....I took these as a sign to head on home!
Explore #3!
The baby shark was hooked by a fisherman on the shore. It was unhooked and released back into the ocean.
I deliberately left the man’s foot in the frame so that you can clearly see how small the shark is.
Perhaps the most distinct and iconic feature of a hammerhead shark is its long, flat head. However, a baby hammerhead shark is born with a slightly different-shaped noggin. Instead of the broad, flat head that adults have, baby hammerheads’ heads are slightly rounded. Scientists say they are born this way to make it easier to exit the birth canal.
Female hammerhead sharks typically give birth in the summer near warm coastlines and have live births. The babies are an average of 2.1 feet long and weigh about 6 pounds. e live births. The babies are an average of 2.1 feet long and weigh about 6 pounds.
Even though they are born small, hammerhead sharks have plenty of growing to do. Depending on their species, they will grow up to weigh anywhere from 500 to 1,000 pounds.
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Sometimes, fishing is not about catching something or not but by being with someone who is special. That was the case with me when I was a little boy when my late dear Dad used to take me fishing. One time, we caught an eel. I thought it was a snake and I started crying. He showed me it wasn't what I thought by unhooking it and holding it himself. Thank you Dad!
Have a wonderful day, everyone! Thank you so much for stopping by!
Greatly inspired by Brooke Shaden's bear-head photo.
This makes me laugh, probably because it's a little creepy. So as I was setting up to take this photo, kneeling in the dirt since I didn't have my tripod, a older man suddenly showed up behind me and asked what I was doing. Since I didn't really want to get into the whole "I'm going to take my photo and then replace my head with a teddy bear" explanation, I simply said "I dropped a key" and hoped that he would continue on his merry way. Nope. All of a sudden he was on HIS hands and knees looking for this fictional lost key. I didn't know what to do so while he searched under leaves and sticks, I quickly and stealthily unhooked one of my keys and quiety tossed it near where he was and pretended to keep looking. "FOUND IT!" he cried out and then handed me my key. I thanked him and he nodded and said "glad I could help" then he turned around and whistled his way back through the trees.
Made me smile.
TOTW: Animals (of the stuffed variety)
The Rainbow Bridge…
Today, I unhooked your leash for the last time. I laid you on your bed in a cold doctor’s office and I told you about the first time that I remember seeing you. I told you about all the blessings you brought into my life and reminisced on some of our greatest adventures together, like that time we went and floated the Frio River together and neither one of us really knew how to swim. So I bought those incredibly ridiculous life jackets for both of us.. And you wore it like a champ. Or, all the times we took countless road trips crossing many states. You were my little copilot, my favorite travel buddy.
I made a promise to you, to protect you. I promised that whatever life brought to our door I would do my best to make sure your life was full of love and light. Darkness dared upon our door years ago when your heart disease appeared. We’ve made so many trips to so many specialists. But, darling you got so sick. This morning, the best light that I could offer you was helping you cross the rainbow bridge.
I will miss you, Annie. I will miss your wet little nose nudging me to wake up when you want a treat. I will miss your little barks when something excites you, the way you could devour a bag of treats in .5 minutes. There will never be a day I do not remember you. I love you so much. My life feels so surreal today and I am sure that in days to come it will be the same way.
My only hope is that today all kinds of animals greeted you today. That you were overwhelmed with love and happiness. That you could take in deep breaths and not feel pain. But, most of all I pray that wherever you are you know how deeply loved you are and how truly missed you will be.
Rest in peace, Annie.
40 091 has just been unhooked from 1K09, the 13:15 Barrow - Crewe at Preston while 40 191 takes a rake of vacuum braked 21T coal hoppers north through the station
When I unhooked the leash, I saw Otis shrug the slightest bit when he felt the weight was gone, and walk a little further. Then he rolled on the wood deck for a minute, before settling in front of the trough-style planter half-filled with catnip plants.
Seen at Mumbles Pier today where there was such a wealth of photo ops that it was difficult to chose just the one shot. This a dogfish caught by one of the fishermen we met and who obliged by allowing me to photo it after his friend had unhooked it ( in comments ) and before he threw it back into the sea.
«L’inspiration vient en travaillant.»
[ Dominique Glocheux ] in "La Boss génération"
"Inspiration becomes at the work.»".
[Dominique Glocheux] - in "la Boss génération"
(think to sigh - think about lift the eyes - if the phone rings: UNHOOKS! -think to be very patient - think about smile - bread lemons bananas - reread Dominique Glocheux - think about not thinking - the beats of a butterfly heart)
Somehow, this mischievous little guy managed to unhook this tube full of sunflower seeds that was hanging from a tree in our back yard and is now trying to figure out how to get at them.
sort of a liana except the elbow of the trapeze bar that you see on the right is about to come unhooked and i am about to drop 6 inches and have the daylights scared out of me. to do it right you are supposed to keep your free leg behind you like an arabesque. i am trying to make the drop work for me though.
You Wait For One Bus, Then Two Come Along At Once
Wels Catfish 153Lbs & 136Lbs, caught about thirty yards away from an island in the middle of the river. Fishing with baits on the surface, not on the bottom. I fished near this island because Wels catfish attack when they hear certain noises. One being frogs croaking loudly, and the other being baby birds screeching loudly. The Wels catfish is hoping one falls out of a tree.
Wels Catfish trying to catch pigeons.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwlJO789k-A
When I was a kid I had very long hair Then I had it all cropped off. Then I grew it long again. Now I shave it down to the bone every day. Someone recently said to me I should grow it long again. There's no chance of that. If you check this photo out above from 1999. That's three days hair growth there, without shaving my head. None now grows in the centre though....Lol
I hated School though. I use to just dream all the time about playing football, and going fishing. I would of liked to of learnt Geography, but the teachers that taught it at my school hadn't been anywhere themselves. They were boring gits. I liked art if I was allowed to draw what I liked, but some teachers didn't regard my art as art. Some thought, some of it was pornographic. Have they never ever seen them naked statues in museums.
When I was in senior school, a Comprehensive. My class was all given some homework once. You had to predict the future. I wrote that the Berlin wall would come down one day. Some countries would break away from USSR. There would be a black leader in South Africa, though I had never considered it ever being Nelson Mandela. There would be peace in Ireland, and Liam Brady would unfortunately leave Arsenal one day, to play for another football team abroad.
Now if there is any young people reading this I'm not a predictionist. (Is that a real word). There was other things that I had said that haven't happened yet. Though I was made to stand up in front of the class. While my teacher read out my predictions loudly laughing his head off, and trying to humiliate me with snidely comments. I've always said in more recent years to me mum, if I meet that teacher ever on the streets. I will kick him right between the legs hard.
WHAT DID HE EVER PREDICT A!
Future predictions I don't really have any. My old mate Irish John getting the first round of drinks in a pub would be a miracle. There's more chance of seeing the good Pope himself taking up Morris dancing.
Though if I was to of listened to some of my school history teachers. I would not talk to people from Germany, Japan, and Argentina. Which would be a bit difficult because one of my best friends is half German. Also I have Flickr friends from those countries.
As for the two catfish above. Well you can sometimes wait ages to get one run, then you hook one. Your arms and muscles feel like they are going to explode. You eventually get the beating of it, and just as your putting a soft safety string through it's mouth and gills, after unhooking such a monster size fish. So it can rest up in the margins under the shade of a tree. Your other fishing rod springs violently into action, and you have to do it all over again. This time with an even bigger catfish.
This is what actually happened. Though I came up with the idea. If halfway through the battle. I sit on my backside on the ground. The catfish wont be able to throw me about so much. Bad idea, all it did was start to drag me towards the river water, because the muddy ground was to slippery from recent flooding. Leaving my friend Dinger having to grab the back of my shirt collar, preventing me being dragged down stream, because I had become locked in a tug of war. It was like being pulled along by a car. At one point Dinger was holding onto my shirt collar so tight I thought my shirt was going to rip off of me, or he would accidentally strangle me.
Zanna Bianca, Jack London
"Bellezza Smith gli sganciò la catena dal collo e arretrò di un passo.
Per la prima volta, Zanna Bianca non si lanciò in un attacco immediato: restò fermo, orecchie ritte, vigile e incuriosito, a studiare quel nuovo animale che si trovava di fronte. Non aveva mai visto un cane del genere. Tim Keenan spinse avanti la bestia, borbottandogli: 'Dagli addosso, vai'. Basso, tozzo, sgraziato, il bulldog raggiunse ancheggiando il centro della pista e si fermò davanti a Zanna Bianca, a sbirciarlo di sottecchi.
Dal pubblico si levarono selvagge grida di: 'Fatti sotto, Cherokee! Sbranalo! Dacci dentro, Cherokee!'"
Avevo certamente già letto Zanna Bianca da bambina, ma questo combattimento fra cani, cruciale nella storia, non lo ricordavo: ebbene sì, questo "divertimento" ha dunque lontane radici se già ne parlava Jack London all'inizio del secolo, e già era stato pensato un cane adatto a combattere meglio, il bulldog, che fa qui la sua apparizione a un sorpreso Zanna Bianca. E il bulldog verrà ulteriormente elaborato dagli uomini per i propri scopi, continueranno fino ai nostri giorni a costruire cani, la stretta del morso sempre più potente.
Non tutti gli uomini sono peggio delle bestie, ci dice il libro, non tutti.
"Beauty Smith unhooked the chain from his neck and took a step back.
For the first time, White Fang did not launch into an immediate attack: he remained still, ears pricked, alert and curious, studying that new animal in front of him. He had never seen a dog like that. Tim Keenan pushed the beast forward, muttering, 'Get on him, go.' Short, stocky, ungainly, the bulldog waddled to the center of the track and stopped in front of White Fang, peering at him furtively.
Wild shouts arose from the audience: 'Come on, Cherokee! Tear him to pieces! Bring it on, Cherokee!'"
I had certainly already read White Fang as a child, but I didn't remember this dog fight, which is crucial in the story: well yes, this "entertainment" therefore has distant roots if Jack London was already talking about it at the beginning of the century, and it had already been thought of a dog suited to fighting better, the bulldog, who makes his appearance here to a surprised White Fang. And the bulldog will be further developed by men for their own purposes, they will continue to this day to build dogs, the grip of the bite ever more powerful.
Not all men are worse than beasts, the book tells us, not all.
www.anobii.com/it/books/zanna-bianca/9788804483878/016b62...
It's early morning , the sun is about to pop behind the mountain , the cloud cover is dense and temperatures are dropping . Loch Etive here we are , Three kayak fishers on the day with no one else . On every trip our goal is to catch fish , enjoy our company and be safe on the water . Prior to each trip I would organise a little set up . Loch etive is very deep , so a boat rod and multiplier is essential . Close in a spinning rod and baited feathers will do for the smaller species . And we have now LRF . Light Rock Fishing , Using little shad trying to catch a monster . We paddle in the distance , surrounded by mountains the loch is tantalisingly calm . My first task is to catch anything that swim , so I paddle close in to the rock face and drop a set of baited feathers . The bait is mackerel , the fish are rattling the bait and the first codling is up . This one is kelpy looking , a true red cod . I release it quickly and proceed to another species , a poor cod this time , small fish with protruding eyes . The next stage is to catch up with Stuey , Stuey and I have spend hours on the water together the last 6 years . He is sitting there tied on to a buoy . Fishing there is seriously deep , 100 meter deep , so a multiplier full with braid is primordial . Stuey is doing well and we watch him pulling fish after fish . It's spurdogs and dogfish , and then a good size Ling . Unfortunately this fish will never make it another day . It was released and then went belly up . My next catch was a spurdog and then another one , I use a big chunk of mackerel and a boom set up with 150 lb nylon . The lads then decided to move on further up the loch , the rain was lashing and paddling was necessary just to keep warm . I then had a great plan , Using my LRF . This 7ft rod will cast no more than 8 grs . I tie on a little soft lure orange shad on a 4 gr jig head and sport was about to begin . I cast and retrieve this little lure and my rod bend double .The pollock and coley are fierce predators and hit the lure constant . Lrf is fun and it's only a matter of time people will catch big fish that way . I rejoin my friends further up the loch , Marcos is sitting there on a blank day but eventually his luck is about to turn . Marcos is new to kayak fishing but also very keen , I help him out the best I can . His rod is about to break , I watch him reeling for ages and he shouts , a ray . Thornback rays are awesome creatures , they always have that funny smile . Marcos is happy , his very first ray . We unhooked the spiky thorny fish and let her swim back to her depth , a cool 100 meter down !
Today was fun once again . The fishing was not too bad either with scenery to die for . Kayak fishing is fun sitting inches from the water . Enjoy .. and tight lines all .
Fun video too . youtu.be/yX3edS9JHU4
How could I possibly resist taking a photo of the Milky Way over a dory named Unhook the Stars in Dark Harbour on Grand Manan? From what I know, these dories have teflon on the bottoms of them (the white material you see on the bottom of the boat) which is to protect them when they are hauled up and over the protecting sea wall at the edge of Dark Harbour. I believe many of these dories are used for harvesting dulse (a type of seaweed) along the west side of the island.
This was shot with a sample unit of the new Nikon D850 while I was fortunate to have one on loan from Nikon earlier in August.
This is a blend of multiple images for depth of field, low noise, and pinpoint stars. The sky is from 10 exposures star stacked in Starry Landscape Stacker (available for Mac only but you can use Photoshop or other software) for pinpoint stars and low noise. The 10 exposures were at ISO 25,600, f/2.8, for 10 seconds each. The foreground is from two exposures at different focus points blended for depth of field, both at ISO 1600, f/2.8, for 8 minutes each.
All shots were taken with a sample Nikon D850 using the NIKKOR 14-24mm f/2.8 lens @ 14mm.
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The lone " shunter " with his pole in hand waits for the all clear to unhook the HAA hopper wagons during a private photo event at Littleton Colliery in Staffordshire. The two 0-6-0 Austerity saddle tanks are " Whiston " and " Wimblebury " both engines being transported the short distance from the Foxfield Railway.
Today, some 26 years later you would be hard pressed to find any trace of railway that covered this huge site.
Doing exactly what it says on the side.
Haywood Junction.
Arriving in the consist of 6X21 the Vac was unhooked and got on with the job in hand.
looking like the father of Noo Noo (if you have children of a certain age you'll understand, Eh-oh) seen here waiting to suck up more ballast.
If I got the idea make a plan
Not even death could force her hand
It was a note found at my death
Grabbed me by the hair and wrote the rest
I was sword
I was sword
"No Mail on Sunday" by 45 Words About Birds
(Nikita traced the furtive sounds inside her warehouse to an open room where an intruder waited. Sniper Girl seemed to have brought a sword to a gunfight. Still, Nikita was willing to be a good sport. She left her firearm behind a pillar and unhooked the katana she'd taken from the body of one of her trainers, from its place of concealment against the pillar. The warehouse was filled with hidden weapons and traps and she was impressed that Sniper Girl had gotten so far, but she would go no further. She stepped into the room, where fog from outside had crept in, across the floor, and smiled at Sniper Girl.)
This is a prologue to Morgan's picture, here
www.flickr.com/photos/morganwhitfield/49610433871/in/date...
Check it out! :-)
66715 Valour has just unhooked from 4M47 from London Gateway and is presently running into the headshunt at Hams Hall with the shunter present to throw the points, plenty of scrap tyres provide an interesting kerb for trucks in and out of the stone terminal.
22nd July 2019 - Illushyn IL-76MD Candid '76683' of the Ukrainian Air Forces 25th Transport Aviation Brigade, based at Melitopol Air Base unhooks from the tug and prepairs to taxi around the rumway perimeter track under her own power prior to her final departure from the Royal International Air tattoo at RAF Fairford.
CN 2110 - CN 8955 await the call of duty on L581.
L580 was switching with CN 9615 solo this afternoon, which provided a somewhat "rare" shot of 2110 unhooked
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rw3xnw3LNQQ - Billy Stewart, Summertime
I knew it was madness, or at least a form of it, but I wanted to catch a smallmouth bass from the river, when the air temp read 98 degrees. The heat index was 107, give or take a degree. What's a degree or two when madness calls (I dunno', maybe a little, maybe a lot - depending upon whether I ended up in the hospital or not).
Be that as it may, the madness called and I chose to answer.
Rain clouds can be seen in the distance. Deep in summer rain clouds. I call it "hot-water rain." It offers no cooling relief from the heat. Just a different wet than sweat.
The water temp was 78 - in the shady area. Really high and difficult for the fish who have none of that sweet old air conditioning. All they can do is sit in shaded places that have bubbles flowing (oxygen), and a slightly faster flow (where it might be a degree or two cooler). When you are a cold-blooded creature who can't regulate your body temp separate from your environment, well, small favors are favors nonetheless.
I hoped to catch one and bring it in real fast and release it fast to minimize hurting it. The only way to not hurt it at all was to not catch it at all. I made the decision to possibly sacrifice one. For my madness.
Humans do that kind of thing. Make those kinds of decisions. Hurt one for...what/some purpose? The Zen within me wrestles with that. A lot. More now with age than when I was younger.
Sometimes I wish fishing didn't so deeply satisfy me. But it does, as almost nothing else does. Sex is totally exquisite mind you, yes indeedy-doo. But fishing is a very close second, and I can fish a whole lot more than I can have sex. That was true even when I was younger - Tantra or no.
Anyway, fishing from out under the shade of a tree (where the breeze, even as hot as it was, felt ever so tasty) I got a fish. About a 1.5-pound smallmouth - a small one. Smaller fish do better in the heat than larger ones, kinda' like humans. I unhooked it quickly, took a pix and put it back in the water. It swam off - seemingly little worse for the wear. I am aware that looks can be deceiving.
I called it my 98 degree fish. It all felt better than it felt bad.
I wrapped it up and went for the car; the deliciously and exquisitely air conditioned car. The irony was not lost on me.
Textures courtesy: Lenabem-Anna, Pareeerica
with his orange/brown antennae tips as opposed to the black hooked of the Large skipper and unhooked of the Essex skipper.
Explored #496
Trip workings, once an everyday practise but now no longer a feature of the 21st century railway scene. One such working saw Class 25 No. 25038 which has sauntered up from Bescot on a sunny 2nd June 1977 evening as far as Wednesbury, the platforms of the long closed Town station still extant on the left. It has crossed Potters Lane level crossing, under the protection of Wednesbury No. 1 Signal Box, having unhooked the brake van and is now seen reversing back over Potters Lane to hook onto an assorted rake of mineral wagons. It will then draw forward, re-attach the brake van before proceeding, according to David Hayes in his excellent article 'Wednesbury Winter's Night' in the December 2016 issue of 'Backtrack' magazine (Vol30 No12), to Spring Vale Steelworks. all this took time, much to the annoyance of several road users. Copyright Photograph John Whitehouse - all rights reserved
With the route set towards Holbeck, DRS 37425 'Concrete Bob' gets underway making a spirited departure after unhooking from NL15 mk4 set.
LNER Azuma 800104, complete with Scottish branding, sits on platform 8 waiting to depart for London.
..that I once knew and talked to
of whom I'd never boast
for this was my big secret
how I'd get ahead
and never have to worry
I'd call him instead
his answer came in actions
he never spoke a word
or maybe I laid down the phone
before he could be heard
I somehow feel forsaken
like he had closed the door
I guess I just stopped needing him
as much as once before
but maybe he's still with me
the latch was left unhooked
he's waiting in the wind and rain
I simply haven't looked
------Phish
Parlor in a long-abandoned farmhouse in eastern Nebraska, now fenced in for cattle pasture.
The farmer unhooked the electric fence so I could step over without risk to any part of me. The cattle watched with interest as I walked into the house. But when I came out five minutes later, they took off running in a panic. Not sure how bright they are.
The smartest bird on earth! I haven't had a chance to pass on this story of an American Crow versus a Toyota Camry from last Sunday. Well, I did tell one person, but then Dog Day Monday and Woodpecker Wednesday got in my way, so here's my story about a crow that is such a genius that, if I could capture one I would tech him mechanics and he could take care of my car for however long any of the three of us last.
My son-in-law picked up up last Sunday to take us into Sacramento for Mother's Day. I'm having some difficulty navigating Route 80 to get to either of my daughters' houses, and after clocking one guy getting on the freeway at 100 mph, and then off two ramps later at 115 mph, all the while cutting us off, the family decided that sons-in-laws would drive us on holidays coming and going. In an emergency, I'm sure I could make it (the long way - called the Delta Route, two lanes all the way, and perhaps raising my BP just a tad. It's more the fact that we're looking at two hours each way ... and that's the way it is.)
Long story short, got home Sunday just before sundown and my windshield wipers were on the ground next to a car which had been marked by one American Crow with a very efficient digestive system. I didn't put two and two together until I saw him pecking at the reflections in both mirrors and in the windshield. That little *&*(^$#! had mastered a "J" hook and unhooked each wiper, slid the wiper off the track, puled it in an opposite direction, and unclasped the two clasps that keeps the wipers in place. All and all, a five or six step process, and he mastered them all. It took me 15 minutes to figure our the clasps wheich have to be pressed into place after latching it on the J hook. He might have accoplished the feat in 10 minutes all the while battling and jousting with the imaginary crow in the window and/or mirrors.
I know that crows have learned to use tools. I've read and seen enough about their abilities. But I never thought they came with a tool box, a pliers, wrench, screwdriver, and could have passed a geometry course that I had trouble with in 1953.
Meanwhile, my gray car now had broad, white streaks. I will wash it tomorrow, but first I have to write up a treaty which he'd better adhere to. Otherwise, four and twenty blackbirds baked...
Pete is squeezing the couplings of British Railways Standard 2 2-6-0 78018 so I can unhook the loco from the stock prior to running round & returning to Loughborough with our Santa train. This gave me a few seconds to grab this shot.
The weather wasn't very festive!
Sodom and Gomorrah
poetically posturing
as Twitter Facebook
hate is more powerful
than love everywhere
you look earlier my
naivety forum of peace
Facebook I accidentally
mistook i shut shop for
one and half years Flickr
remained my most comforting
friendly nook...photography
is storytelling photos become
nostalgic storybook
fishes swishing past
pebbles in a brook...shooting pain
remorse dreams cavorting with misery
mans fate his struggle survival from
his cosmic destination cannot be
unhooked ..
a thought that needs to be seriously pondered
life begins as a blank sketch book..
i live i die held in captivity of my karma dharma
faults failures shortcomings overlooked
this was a blank post i added my poetic angst
letter by letter a task my inner self undertook
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Oh Rumi my Master My Teacher My Only Text Book
It is with a heavy heart (I now understand that phrase) that I tell you that we had to say goodbye to Lucy this past weekend.
I "discovered" her 12 years ago and introduced her to the family. And I was on the floor at the vet's office cradling her as she slipped away. But every day in between - it was George who made Lucy's world complete. The two of them had such a strong, affectionate connection.
This is such a bad picture of Lucy but it pretty much says it all. We are walking through the woods in the early spring. I am taking close ups of buds on a tree and decide to take a quick snap of George and Lucy through a bunch of bushes. Lucy and George are right next to each other and he is so familiar with her leash that he does't even have to look down to unsnap it from her collar. Lucy is wondering if I'm going to catch up. Even when her leash is unhooked, she'll stay close to George and I will eventually catch up.
Lucy was smart, sweet and excellent with cats. George says she was perfect. I say... he's not always wrong.
Explored September 10, 2019
TEP70-090 with the passenger train from Yaroslavl arrived to the station of Rybinsk at 11:16. In a couple of minutes it will be unhooked from cars, and will pass to other track to a local train Rybinsk - Rodionovo.
Having gone at 11:51 after change of crew, the locomotive will be pictured in that recent photo. See also #TEP70-090 .
ТЭП70-090 с пассажирским поездом из Ярославля прибыл к вокзалу Рыбинска в 11:16. Через пару минут он будет отцеплен от вагонов и перейдет на другой путь к пригородному поезду Рыбинск -- Родионово.
Отправившись в 11:51 после смены бригады, локомотив будет запечатлен мной на той недавней фотографии. См. также #TEP70-090 .
24.I.2016
'The Champ' on test: D1015 'Western Champion' undertook a main line test working on 10th January 2024. Initially working light engine from Kidderminster to Avonmouth, and then piloting GBRf Class 66714 'Cromer Lifeboast' on the 6M42 0915 Avonmouth - Penyffordd cement working as far as Haresfield Loop, where D1015 unhooked to return to Kidderminster, again light engine. The test working is seen passing Gossington around an hour late due to a points failure near Bristol Parkway. . Copyright Photograph John Whgitehouyse - all rights reserved
This Tractor Trailer setup from GEMC for Lusch Trucks is AWESOME works great on sim crossing and is easy to hook and unhook up too
"Is it okay?? Will it explode??"
"You just need a jump! Your battery's dead. Try to start it now."
"It's dead!?! Did I kill it??"
"Bones, I told you not to help. Millennials cannot string rational thoughts together, much less manage an automobile."
"I know that, Ilia, but this is so simple! Listen... what did you say your name was??"
"Snowflake Easytrigger."
"Okay... Snowflake... your battery is de-... doesn't have a charge. So I have it hooked to my battery. Just try to start your Jeep and we should be able to jump it."
"You're going to jump my Jeep!?"
"Oh, for..."
"Just unhook the cables, Bones, and let's go. You may want to phase her also, to ease everyone's misery."
"When I drove it here, it was fine! Do you think this is because of climate change??"
"JUST START YOUR JEEP!!"
"You're yelling at me???"
"Where's that phaser...?"
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Road Legends
1958 Edsel Citation
1:18
Maisto
2005 Jeep Grand Cherokee
1:18
Mego
Star Trek: The Motion Picture
Dr. McCoy
Ilia
1979
He never saw it coming. The stinger slashed at the air momentarily before stabbing the scout in the back. It wasn’t the sight of the injured scout that alerted them, it was the scream. A single inhuman note, that seemed to pierce the very fabric of time. “Damn.” Muttered Tac. He had always known that the creature would only come up to attack but he still felt sick when he had sacrificed the boy. “Alright troops you know the drill!” Tac barked various order at the five Havoc Elites who assumed their positions around the screaming scout. Seconds had passed before a tentacle erupted from the ground, followed by a second, then a third. Before long the sky was full of slimy tentacles flailing and slashing the air, hungry for flesh and blood. “Hurry up with those auto cannons!” Ordered Tac before loading his pistol, this was going to be a long night. “Here it comes!” Yelled a Havoc Elite. It started when six white teeth started surrounding the scout, followed by two claws coming up on either side of the shield of tentacles. Then the top of its back started to protrude the rocky surface followed by a tail, which had appear nearly on top of a Havoc Elite. It was feasting time. The beast reared up its ugly head and violently feasted on the bleeding scout. “Go go go!” With its venerable body now above ground the team could strike. Streams of fire buried itself into the underbelly of the beast as the team opened fire. Vlad charged towards the beast his blaster coughing bullets into tentacle that strayed to close to him. The stinger slashed at the air momentarily before stabbing Vlad in the back. He screamed out in agony before drawing his knife. He slashed hopelessly behind him in a desperate attempt to hit the stinger. He breathed a sigh of relief as he hit home, this was short lived as he saw the stinger sticking out his stomach. His vision was now clouded, he know he was going to die, but he was going to die fighting. He screamed a gurgled battled cry before sprinting toward the creature. Bullets relentlessly ploughed down tentacles, knifes elegantly parried spikes, Vlad was not dead yet. With one final leap he jumped into the void that was the creature’s mouth. Kyte, a young Havoc Elite stared in awe before being squeezed to death by a tentacle. With two men down the Elites were losing badly. Jok was being sliced to death by numerous tentacles as he tried to reload a plasma cannon. His finger on the trigger he fired it at the beast before a spike emerged from his throat. His shot hit home but hardly made a mark. “Sir! The beast’s too strong, there’s no way we can kill it!” Bellowed Sert. Tac weighed up the options before calling the mission off. “Grab the auto cannons and get out of here!” Ordered Tac. “Affirmative!” Called Sert. He unhooked the auto cannon before getting thrown up into the air and landing in the creatures mouth. It roared with triumph before firing at the remaining two Elites. “What the-“ Tac’s sentence was cut short as Vlad shot his way out of the beast. It roared once more before falling onto the penultimate Elite. Tac looked at the slimy Elite in awe before Vlad collapsed into a pool of his own blood…
(Sorry for lack of detail on the baseplate, I ran out of plates!)
The forest of Anor Lass is well known for very rich floral growth, consisting of thousands and thousands of different herbs that can be found amongst its trees. Herbalists from all over the realm venture into Anor Lass to collect herbs for their potions and alchemical concoctions. Some of them have built small wooden houses there, in case they need to spend the night to collect some rare night or early morning plants.
Gedion, one of the oldest herbalist in town, witnessed something very unusual one night.
"The Moon was young and the sky was clear so I took the opportunity to collect some fallen leaves of Moonskin tree. With every full moon the tree makes room for new leaves on it and sets free old ones. They are very hard to see during the day and even harder yet during the night. But when the moon is young and not obscured by the clouds, edges of fallen leaves glow shyly and that make them easier to spot. Tea made from those leaves helps you stay awake and if you lose track of the cups you drank, your eyes can adjust to dark much more easily.
I was just picking up the third leaf and suddenly the earth started to tremble. The shakes were getting stronger and the noise scarier. It was coming from the direction of my house, and just as I realized that the treetops were glowing with a faint red hue, out of nowhere, my house was among the treetops. As I saw that, everything stopped immediately - except the red light. I was scared and I wanted to run, but being 71 years old, that was not an option, so I just hid myself in a bush by the road. After some time I heard my horse, so I went back there to see if is it hurt or in trouble.Goddamn horse, bringing me nothing but trouble! When I got back to the house, I saw it high on a big black rock, and some man holding on to his head with one hand and some strange hat and staff in other. When he saw me, he went in my direction and asked me "Is that your house?" Being scared at the moment, I told him that I will let my dog Ando on him if he came any closer, so he stopped right away and said that he means no harm. That was actually quite good because God knows where Ando was at the time. To hell with the dog to, he is no better that that horse. Strange man put his even more stranger hat on his head and introduced himself, but I forgot his name right away. He asked me again if that was my house and I said yes. He started apologizing and apologizing and mumbling something in god knows which language, and then started saying that he got overexcited and that this was an accident and that he will fix everything. After quite a long apology, he said that he will be back before the sky turns blue and that I should wait for him. I said nothing for that whole time and as he turned away, I just saw him disappear in the dark.
Three big crystals rumbled the earth and popped out of it. Very pleasant for the eye and warm when touched, they were the source of the red light. After I finished observing them, I looked up and saw that my house is not on some big black stone but on a giant black hand. The realization made my sight blurry, and the next thing I remember was someone poking me with the stick and asking me if I am allright. And it was him - the man who ruined my house! In my 71 years of life, this was the most unpleasant awakening, and also first time to see my house from way down below. He helped me to get up while mumbling apologies, but then I start yelling that sorry will not fix my house and bring it down from that horrible demon hand. And that was when he showed me my "new" house. The damage done to it was gone and it was looking as it was brand new. The rumbling and quaking must have changed the course of some underground stream because now there was even a spring of fresh water flowing underneath it.To be honest, it looked even better than before, but I could not admit that to this asshole. The only thing that was truly different was that now I had a stairway up to my front door. How in fourteen worlds does that fool think that a 71 years old man can walk that many stairs? So I started yelling on him again, but he just calmly walked to the stairs and started doing something with his staff and a bag of something strange that he unhooked from his belt. After a few moments some dust come out from the bag and started climbing up to the stairs, sinking into the stones on the stairs and giving them a faint glow. He said "There! On these stairs you will never be tired, you will never slip, you will always see where you are going and it will never freeze. Here. Try it!". And try it I did. Honest to all four gods, I never felt more rested while climbing. On the middle way up I turned to ask him what kind of a stone that was but he was already gone and I never saw him again. That was probably good, because who knows where would my house could end up with our next meeting.
To this day people are coming from the city to see my house on the giant hand with its magical stairs. Once a thief tried to steal the stones from the stairs but he could not move them at all. Heh, stupid thief.
One winter passed since that quite unordinary day and the stairs are still here, as you can see, and house still looks brand new. The crystals lost their glow after few full moons, and over time even started losing their red color. Still, they look nice and they are ever warm to the touch. I think that is the complete story of how my house got up in the sky. Now, would you like a cup of tea?"