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Yesterday, and this morning my normal weather forecast for Thurso was indicating sunshine in the afternoon, plans were made.
Reality, heavy, virtualy non-stop rain all day.
Thurso, Caithness, Scotland.
A few seconds ago I was in Salford reading the Weather forecast for NWT, and now I'm in this room with a very dominant woman who seems to have designs on me and she looks Oh so SEXY in leather.....
We had a trip to Prague in January – for Jayne’s birthday - we don’t buy Christmas or birthday presents, we travel instead. We left snowy England for a very, very dull and grey Czech Republic. Yet again I was on a photographic downer looking at the weather forecast, grey is the colour that haunts me. Fortunately it was dull grey and not burnt highlight inducing bright grey.With the grey sky acting like a big diffuser I was going to have deep shadow and contrast to deal with. We had three very short spells of broken cloud which gave us a bit of sun and colour, which I managed to more or less anticipate so we managed to be in decent locations every time – generally somewhere high.
We had been upgraded to a five star hotel, apparently our original choice was flooded. We got compensation and five star hotel upgrade– a first for me. The Art Nouveau Palace has a beautiful interior, with beautiful rooms, the breakfast room was fantastic, as was the breakfast it has to be said. We were able to have an early breakfast so were out on foot just after eight. It was very cold – and dull! We spent the whole week well wrapped up. It drizzled for a day, but never really wet us, it snowed for a day, again we didn’t get wet and the snow didn’t settle. We walked 65 mile, spending plenty of time checking buildings and their interiors out – and coffee shop and bar interiors it has to be said. Although it was dull and sometimes wet I decided that the Camera was staying in my hands for the whole trip. Whenever I put it in my backpack for one reason or another I regret it.
Again, I didn’t look at any photographs of Prague before we got there, I like to just walk and discover, with the DK guidebook in my pocket (which is full of photos it has to be said). We like to get off the beaten track and see the grittier side of the places we visit – within reason! Prague has an incredible tram network, over 1000 trams – with many of them Tatra Eastern Bloc machines. The system seems chaotic but in reality it is incredible with one of the largest networks and highest usages in the world. The trams and cars frequently share the same road space with very little in the way of drama, none of the inexplicable and pathetic constant horn blowing one finds in many countries. Once it became apparent that buildings with a grey blanket as a background were going to be a bit un-inspirational I decided that the trams would be a good focal point instead. Where I have photographed one of the older trams against a background without clues it is easy to imagine that the photos were taken fifty years ago.
The train network also provided photo opportunities. The rolling stock ranges from old Eastern Bloc to very modern double decker’s and pendolinos. There are three stations although we visited the main station and Smichov. The main station interior is art deco and has been renovated by a private company. The exterior and the platforms are very rundown with a grim eastern bloc 1950’s feel –but it works! We discovered to our amusement that we could just walk across multiple lines, no health and safety, just keep your eyes open and don’t walk under a train – you’ll make a mess. Smichov station was grim, it didn’t help that it snowed all day and was grey and bitter. We felt like we were in a 50’s film set in Russia, broken concrete platforms and dereliction. With both stations there was another world underneath them. The underground Metro is running seamlessly and efficiently away beneath your feet. I didn’t have any problems taking photos anywhere but I was very open and obviously a tourist, I didn’t act covertly or suspiciously. There was only one occasion I was stopped and that was in a shopping centre – full of CCTV cameras filming everyone else!
We discovered old and beautiful- and very large- shopping centres hidden away in quite a few places. Brass framed windows and doors, shops thriving, there was a massive camera shop with thousands of second hand cameras, too much to look at. Many of the landmark buildings prevent photography, some make a small charge, some encourage it, the DK guide book gives a good indication regarding camera use. Nothing stops many people though, they just shoot away regardless, usually wanting a picture that includes their self. Prague is surrounded by low hills and has a fair few towers that you can pay a few pounds to go up, so viewpoints are plentiful. I think we visited most of them. I read about the Zizkov Tower, which looks like a Soviet rocket on the horizon and we headed straight for it - after crossing the rail lines! Set in a quiet residential area, there wasn’t a soul about. Two beautiful girls on reception and we parted with a few pounds, into the lift and were on the observation deck with no one else up there. There are fantastic views over the city, but! It is through two layers of not very clean glass so you go for the view rather than sharp panoramas. Still a fascinating place, with a nice café bar and very clean toilets – there are toilets everywhere, usually manned with a fee. Places are well staffed compared with home were three students are supposed to run a 20 screen multiplex cinema.
Graffiti was prominent, no matter how grand the monument, some moron would have daubed it. How do they get away with it in a 24 hour city centre with a strong police presence? The place is very clean, constantly being swept. What did surprise me, was that many buildings, that looked grand and built of stone, from a distance, were actually rendered with very low quality brickwork concealed. When restored the building look very impressive, others are missing the outer render from ground level to a fair height.
I need to cut this short really, I like to put a background story to the photos and although it would be better to individualise it to a specific photo or group of photos I don’t have the time to do that. I do try to give specific detail in the title bar after I have uploaded, this is time consuming enough although I’m pretty proficient at it by now. There are many things I would like to write that should be of interest to anyone thinking of going to Prague but I’ll have to let the pictures do the talking. As usual I am unlikely to be selective enough with my uploads, I’m not very good at leaving photos out so I just upload and be damned.
With the weather forecast calling for a high temperature of just 7 degrees on Thursday, it was perfect timing that an operation called Operation Warm donated hundreds of new coats to Oak Park Elementary School. Counselor Nancy Fregoso reached out to the organization, who responded with a donation of 370 brand new coats. Students sorted through boxes to find the right size in their favorite color, just in time for another round of winter weather.
This is the first full Weather forecast I've posted, usually confining myself to stills. But Molly Brewer is one of my favourite reporters, and the little wiggle she does at the end makes this a memorable debut.
With terrible weather forecast across Scotland a couple of weeks a go I took a gamble on travelling on to Glasgow with the EPMG people for a day out. As it turned out I was only joined by one other person but it turned into a fabulous day out with not a drop of rain. Edinburgh on the other hand was soaked. Started out in George Square then headed to the Riverside Museum on the banks of the River Clyde. From there we headed up the river back into town past the BBC offices and the SECC and Hydro buildings. A great day for architecture photography. Hope you enjoy.
The weather forecast reports the typhone will disembark tomorrow at Taiwan. I went to Zhang Bin beach this evening to record it. It's heavy windy there, I cann't stand and hold on camera stablely. Very different to shoot.
今天肉粽角"風很大","沙很大",看水的波紋便知,很難拍,安全起見,拍幾張 便"酸"了..
With the weather forecast calling for my arrival day, 6 May, being the only sunny day for my 4-night New York City stay, I needed to pounce and do something outdoorsy. And it's hard to top a bike ride through Central Park, using Park Drive, a counterclockwise loop road. On my mountain-road hybrid rental bike, I could do one lap of Park Drive in about 40 minutes; this is my favorite urban bike ride anywhere in the world, but I had not been able to do it in the previous 15 years.
East Park Drive, outside Metropolitan Museum of Art. Joggers, cyclists, and even a wrong-way pedicab out and about on this lovely day.
The weather forecasts that I rely on for astronomy all promised clear skies for the night of May 12, 2020. It was not the first time that they were wrong, but at least the clouds were intermittent and were more a nuisance than a showstopper. Many times, I just left the telescope for several minutes and waited for the clouds to clear.
Fortunately, the sky in the direction of Leo Minor remained mostly clear of the pesky clouds even when they were at their worse, so it took a little longer to observe/draw, but I eventually got a few of the targeted deep-sky objects I had planned on for the night.
The Spiral Galaxy NGC 3486 was my first target. Through the 155mm refractor its large circular glow appeared somewhat mottled with a slightly brighter core. The drawing shows the view at 84x with details of the galaxy at 137x.
To see additional astronomy drawings visit: www.orrastrodrawing.com
The weather forecast looked promising so I headed out on a trip this afternoon. The rain stayed away apart of a couple of brief showers although it was windy. I felt much more confident today and just wandered around taking everything in.
In November 2005 weather forecast was fine for the eastern alps so I decided to go to the beautiful mountains of Hohe Tauern over a weekend. At this time of the year, you must not be afraid of crowded mountains. Quite the opposite, I never met another person when I was hiking there.
On the second day, I started at night because I wanted to get some photos of the Großvenediger. It was very dark and somehow I didn't get the right junction at the trail. Dwan and sunrise were nearing, so I decided to go right up the crag without a trail to win height. That was a little bit exhausting but somehow successful too. When first sunlight came in, I could take nice photos of the mountains of the Großvenediger group.
This mountain had great light, afterwards I could identify it via the map as »Plattiger Habach«.
The slide was scanned with Imacon Flextight 848.
stone just about to swing. a lot.
fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Les_Gl%C3%A9nans
fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Archipel_des_Gl%C3%A9nan
Île de Drénec, Archipel des Glénan, Golfe de Gascogne, Bretagne, France, 08/2012
Although the weather forecast called for sunny conditions, a sea fog hovered over Juan de Fuca Strait all day. No doubt this was disappointing to those who have been yearning for some sunshine and warmth, but for photographers the light was fantastic - the fog bounced light back evenly along the beach. I spent the first hour shooting macro close-ups of intertidal plants and animals. Here, a species of sea snail slowly moves across a bed of surfgrass. Tripod, 105mm macro lens, 1.7x teleconverter, polarizing filter. Near Parkinson Creek in Juan de Fuca Provincial Park, Vancouver Island, BC.
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The weather forecast said, "30% chance of rain" -well, it turned out to be 100%. Fortunately, we made it to our remote backcountry camping location before experiencing an hour and a half long steady downpour. Despite the inconvenience, I never complain about getting rain in the desert. - Tonto Basin, Gila County, Arizona
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Forest Hills, Queens, NYC
September 17, 2010
It all happened within 5 minutes.... At about quarter to 6, without warning, during the height of the evening rush, the most violent storm in recent memory tore across Staten Island, Brooklyn and central Queens. One tornado, with winds of 80 mph sent rooftops flying in Brooklyn, and a second tornado touched down in Queens, combined with a macroburst with winds in excess of 120mph. There was one tragic fatality, 1,500 trees were lost, 3,000 lightning strikes were counted, and 911 fielded 24,000 calls in the three hours following the storm.
The sky was getting dark, but having heard nothing on the weather forecast, I went out to the supermarket. As I walked back there was near constant thunder and I almost ran to get home, feeling the impending intensity in the air. I hurried up the front walk of our apartment just as the first big drops were falling and by the time I made it upstairs, water was blasting through the windows. Even after I closed them, water was coming THROUGH the air conditioner. You could see nothing outside but a dark-green and grey swirl and it sounded as if someone was punching the glass, trying to get in. The wind seemed to come from everywhere. And then it was suddenly gone.
Almost immediately, the sirens began, and I'm sure many were injured. Very sadly, a woman from Pennsylvania was killed nearby in her car. Our front walkway was barricaded by fallen trees, which was the general scene everywhere. Every block was littered with trees, many of them huge and ancient. A few windows in our building were smashed out. Eerily, there were also a number of shoes and umbrellas laying around- discarded as people ran for cover. In the air was the smell of fire. I must have seen more than 40 damaged cars, and about ten which were completely crushed. Many streets were impassable, and a traffic nightmare quickly ensued- total gridlock, people going the wrong way down streets, pedestrians everywhere, and off-duty cops trying their best to keep the peace. Someone told me it took him one hour to drive two blocks.
The general sense on the street was one of disbelief, as many homebound commuters emerged from the subway totally unaware of what happened, the unique Forest Hills blend of trees and urban-ness mangled out of recognition. As night fell, the scene became more chaotic still, with snarled traffic and constant sirens lasting until well after midnight. Firefighters from other neighborhoods were having trouble navigating the bizarre address system of Queens, and worse, could barely fight through the crowds. I overheard on a police radio that, among other incidents, a woman was going into labor a few blocks away.
Up at Queens Boulevard, a few stores had lost their windows- some had overturned shelves and puddles of water. Many signs were damaged and some teenagers were gleefully carrying a huge green "Yellowstone Blvd" sign that had fallen.
After midnight, there was a bit of peace, but within an hour around 7am, the chaos returned full force. There's a lot of clean-up to be done, and I imagine it will take weeks. All told, however, we are lucky. It is amazing, though sad, that there was only one fatality- that almost everyone managed to stay clear of all the falling trees is miraculous. Far worse things happen all the time around the world. Still, the words on everyone's lips as you walk through the neighborhood today are best summed up by what I heard an elderly woman say in a thick Russian accent: "In my life, I never seen nothing like this"
The weather forecast suggested conditions could be conducive to mist and with an early start it was a relief, on arrival, to find the gamble had paid off.
The weather forecast was great, I had some Holiday Inn Reward nights to use, and I'd just bought a new toy in my 1988 W126 Mercedes-Benz 420SE so I decided to make a road trip to Bomber Country - something I'd long promised myself to do. I'm fascinated by the role that Bomber Command played during WW2 and whilst the planes are great, for some reason the airfields themselves hold more interest for me. I based myself in Lincoln and my first stop was at Waddington and a shot of XM607. At the shop on the spotters park I picked up a great little tour guide which set out the day ahead. Unfortunately, I only have a basic Fuji cam so there's not a lot of pics - there certainly wasn't a lot going on at Waddo, so just the shot of XM607, a Falklans veteran, and I headed south down the A15.
2nd Annual Spring Gathering "Blossoms in the Sky"
Saturday May 18th 2013
5:00pm to 10:00pm
"Springtime Cherry Blossom theme Cocktail Party"
Spring Time Cherry Blossom drink themes of the night include:
P.I.N.K. Vodka from the Netherlands
Pinnacle Whipped Cherry Vodka from France
Fris Cherry Vodka from Denmark
Pink Champagne - Sparkling Australian Wine by Yellowglen
Ginjo, Chiku Bai (Pine Bamboo Plum), Rice Sake from California
Cherry Wheat Beer - Samuel Adams Beer from Boston Massachusetts
Ocean Spray Cherry Juice - from Massachusetts
Ocean Spray Cran-Cherry Juice - from Massachusetts
No cover
Invite Only
If you would like to bring something --- bring a spring surprise of what you like or more of what you see listed above
Color theme: since we are celebrating the beauty of spring and cherry blossoms wear something pink / purple
RYANISLAND Films and dj/vj will show brand new films of The National Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington, D.C. set to electronic house music along with some Japanese Jpop hit videos Reni Reni Mimura, Max, E-Z-O, and your music video requests throughout the night.
Spring Cherry and pink free gifts for guest (limited quantities)
Collection of reasons to celebrate include:
First Day of Spring 03/20
National Cherry Blossom Festival (friendship with Japan) 101st Anniversary 03/27
Joel Keane Birthday 04/08
Ulises Gonzales Birthday 04/19
Lovari Birthday 04/24
Khalid Rivera Birthday 05/01
Marriage Equality in Delaware 05/07
Richard DeFonzo Birthday 05/11
Tym Moss Birthday 05/11
Mothers Day 05/12
Lalit Baja Birthday 05/13
Lady Clover Honey Birthday 05/16
Kelly Ryan Graduates S.U.N.Y. at Binghamton 05/18
2nd Annual Spring Gathering "Blossoms in the Sky" 05/18
Lisa Matus Birthday 05/23
Ryan Janek Wolowski Birthday 05/25
Marco A. Manosalva Birthday 05/27
Memorial Day 05/27
Shane Kathy Pappas Birthday 06/12
R. Sky Palkowitz (The Delusional Diva) Birthday 06/14 and she is visiting NYC from Hollywood California for the first time since 2011
First Day of summer is coming in 34 days on 06/21
Weather forecast for Saturday May 18th 2013
www.weather.com/weather/tenday/New+York+NY+10001:4:US
Sunset will take place on May 18th t 8:09pm
www.timeanddate.com/worldclock/astronomy.html?n=179
Photos from the First Annual Spring Cherry Blossom Rooftop Gathering of 2012
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New York City, USA, North America
05/18/2013
Although the weather forecast indicated wall to wall rain today, I set off for Balshaw Lane Jc knowing that 5 loco hauled trains plus a light engine movement would pass in the period of time from 0945- 1020. As I arrived at the lineside the rain stopped and I got a rain free weather window.
trains as they passed
4M27: running early - 90043 & 90046
4S43: running 3 late passed on down slow which is not usual for this working - 88002
1Z47: a Hull to Liverpool WCRC charter via Copy Pit, came south early from Farington Jc- held at Euxton Balshaw Lane, before it crossed to the up fast.- 57601 & 57316 (T&T)
1Z08: a Cardiff to Carlisle charter (diesel leg) DBC operated 67005 "Queens Messenger" passed early. The 67 will hand over to A1 60163 Tornado at Carlisle for a run to Crewe via the S&C
0Z57: Passed 15 early, a Crewe to Preston Thunderbird move : DRS 57307 - camera battery failure
1Z86: The Cumbrian Coast Express behind 86259 - running in the regular path for the WCME. At Carlisle , Steam will haul it down the coast to Carnforth
100 Years on.
You certainly would not have needed a radio weather forecast to know that it was a wet day on the 6th of January 1916 when you and 11 of you cobbers left Delegate under the banner announcing yourselves as the Men From Snowy River on a recruitment route march to Goulburn via most parts of the Monaro.
You most likely came from one of the families who were in their second generation or so of settling on the harsh but rewarding country formerly known as the Maneroo and now known as the Monaro. Your people would have been well aware of the need for self-reliance for survival and carried the legacy of all the cracks who had gathered to the fray. You would have been handy with gun and horse as well as extremely practical. You may well have lied about your age.
You would have been well aware of the big blue in Europe and that, as an Empire Man, you were expected to do your bit for King and Country. Besides, they said, it’d be a lark, see the world they said, be part of the cream as a volunteer, they said, not the curds and whey of a conscript, they said. You’ll be home by Christmas, they said. They’ll pay you 5 bob a day they said.
You may have heard the words of recruitment Captain Wedd before the march began, “The famous Monaro brumby is noted for its staying qualities” “whilst the man from Snowy River is noted for his fine physique and stamina”, his language is always colourful.
So it was you set out singing songs like “Marching Through Georgia” as you followed the220 mile route via Bombala, Cooma, Queanbeyan and Bungendore before arriving in Goulburn on 29 January. You had been feted all along the route. In all 142 men arrived in Goulburn, well short of the 200 expected.
In September 1916 you departed Australia as part of the 55th Battalion for England via South Africa with mostly 2 up to while away the time at sea. There may not have been much of that 5 bob a day left by the time you got to Blighty.
By April 1917 the shine had defiantly have gone off the new ball when you found yourself on the Somme rubbing your feet and calves with whale oil to combat trench foot.
The first time you stood at your trench wall waiting for the shriek of the whistle to send you over the top and into battle would have called on every bit of self-reliance you had been taught by the tough life back on the, by now beloved, Monaro.
And so it went on. You may well have been amongst the troops who had become so disenchanted by the British High Commands total disregard for human life that, when reviewed by the King, could not bring themselves to respond to the call for three cheers for the King. You may have been gassed, seen the demise of the Red Barron and fought with the Yanks at the end against the Hindenburg line.
You would have received the news of the signing of the armistice around 10.00am on the 11th of November 1918.
By April of 1919 you would have been set to be demobbed and yet, you who had survived all this, would not all come home together. First home would be the longest serving, followed by those with family responsibilities. Then those assured employment.
During WWI, Australian troops raised (excluding naval forces) numbered 416,809; of these 331,789 took the field. Casualties numbered 215,045; of which 59,342 were killed. Compare this with the nation’s population in 1916 - 4,875,325
You, like most of your compatriots, probably didn’t talk much about your experience afterwards due to general disbelief or indifference. You would have had to wait a mighty long time to see the tears flow freely when Eric Bogle sang “And the band played Waltzing Matilda” and people could finally appreciate what you had been through.
And so, a hundred years later, the descendants and the wider Monaro community gathered to commemorate these events at Delegate over the Australia Day weekend. There was a street march, speeches, a rousing description of what those men went through by that great chronicler of conflict Peter Fitzsimons AM and martial music from the Royal Australian Military College Band.
It was not a celebration, rather a commemoration. Lest we forget.
This weeks Herald - ARTS Irvine Camera Club
With the weather forecast set fair last week, I decided to make the trip over to Berwick for a couple of days cycling, walkingand, of course, photography.
Given I was planning to be on the move a lot, I didn’t want to be weighed down with a load of camera gear. With that in mind I decided to only take my phone and compact camera system. My lightweight tripod was also packed as I knew it would come in useful for some night time photography. Starting off Sunday morning from Dundonald, I headed for Berwick, taking strategic diversions off the A1 to visit a couple of spots of interest on the way.
Being extremely windy, cycling was off the agenda, at least for the first day. Instead, I enjoyed a really great walk around Berwick’s town walls and down to the riverside to finish off the day.
By the following day the wind had dropped and it was fine weather for cycling. I headed south on my bike along the magnificent Northumbrian Coastal Path, stopping off as I went to take photographs of the brilliant view.
Later that day, I drove south to Holy Island and the splendid 16th century Lindisfarne castle. When I got there the causeway was impassable. So, I parked up, and waited for the waters to recede. I crossed causeway just as the tide dropped sufficiently. I was the first across on the bike!
I spent a peaceful few hours on the island taking many photographs of the iconic upturned fishing boats and the castle before making the short journey back across the causeway and getting back to the mainland as the sun went down.
My third day was spent cycling up the river Tweed and all around the old Berwick town walls. There were so many sights to investigate and enjoy. All in all, it was great to get away and to spend a few days with superb weather exploring and photographing the scenery, architecture and people of Northumberland. I hope you enjoy the photos.
If you’re interested in joining a small, friendly camera club that caters for all abilities, you can find all the details at our web site - www.irvincecc.co.uk
Alan Kempster
Secretary
Irvine Camera Club
100 Years on.
You certainly would not have needed a radio weather forecast to know that it was a wet day on the 6th of January 1916 when you and 11 of you cobbers left Delegate under the banner announcing yourselves as the Men From Snowy River on a recruitment route march to Goulburn via most parts of the Monaro.
You most likely came from one of the families who were in their second generation or so of settling on the harsh but rewarding country formerly known as the Maneroo and now known as the Monaro. Your people would have been well aware of the need for self-reliance for survival and carried the legacy of all the cracks who had gathered to the fray. You would have been handy with gun and horse as well as extremely practical. You may well have lied about your age.
You would have been well aware of the big blue in Europe and that, as an Empire Man, you were expected to do your bit for King and Country. Besides, they said, it’d be a lark, see the world they said, be part of the cream as a volunteer, they said, not the curds and whey of a conscript, they said. You’ll be home by Christmas, they said. They’ll pay you 5 bob a day they said.
You may have heard the words of recruitment Captain Wedd before the march began, “The famous Monaro brumby is noted for its staying qualities” “whilst the man from Snowy River is noted for his fine physique and stamina”, his language is always colourful.
So it was you set out singing songs like “Marching Through Georgia” as you followed the220 mile route via Bombala, Cooma, Queanbeyan and Bungendore before arriving in Goulburn on 29 January. You had been feted all along the route. In all 142 men arrived in Goulburn, well short of the 200 expected.
In September 1916 you departed Australia as part of the 55th Battalion for England via South Africa with mostly 2 up to while away the time at sea. There may not have been much of that 5 bob a day left by the time you got to Blighty.
By April 1917 the shine had defiantly have gone off the new ball when you found yourself on the Somme rubbing your feet and calves with whale oil to combat trench foot.
The first time you stood at your trench wall waiting for the shriek of the whistle to send you over the top and into battle would have called on every bit of self-reliance you had been taught by the tough life back on the, by now beloved, Monaro.
And so it went on. You may well have been amongst the troops who had become so disenchanted by the British High Commands total disregard for human life that, when reviewed by the King, could not bring themselves to respond to the call for three cheers for the King. You may have been gassed, seen the demise of the Red Barron and fought with the Yanks at the end against the Hindenburg line.
You would have received the news of the signing of the armistice around 10.00am on the 11th of November 1918.
By April of 1919 you would have been set to be demobbed and yet, you who had survived all this, would not all come home together. First home would be the longest serving, followed by those with family responsibilities. Then those assured employment.
During WWI, Australian troops raised (excluding naval forces) numbered 416,809; of these 331,789 took the field. Casualties numbered 215,045; of which 59,342 were killed. Compare this with the nation’s population in 1916 - 4,875,325
You, like most of your compatriots, probably didn’t talk much about your experience afterwards due to general disbelief or indifference. You would have had to wait a mighty long time to see the tears flow freely when Eric Bogle sang “And the band played Waltzing Matilda” and people could finally appreciate what you had been through.
And so, a hundred years later, the descendants and the wider Monaro community gathered to commemorate these events at Delegate over the Australia Day weekend. There was a street march, speeches, a rousing description of what those men went through by that great chronicler of conflict Peter Fitzsimons AM and martial music from the Royal Australian Military College Band.
It was not a celebration, rather a commemoration. Lest we forget.
With the weather forecast calling for my arrival day, 6 May, being the only sunny day for my 4-night New York City stay, I needed to pounce and do something outdoorsy. And it's hard to top a bike ride through Central Park, using Park Drive, a counterclockwise loop road. On my mountain-road hybrid rental bike, I could do one lap of Park Drive in about 40 minutes; this is my favorite urban bike ride anywhere in the world, but I had not been able to do it in the previous 15 years.
The extreme northeast of the park takes Park Drive through a steep descent with sharp curves. This section is also home to the Harlem Meer, where it is possible to do some fishing (!).
The weather forecast said 10C and partly cloudy so off we go for what promised to be the first real photo-opportunity of the year. After some deliberation, we plumped for waterfalls. More specifically, the Lumsdale Valley, near Matlock. A magic little group of waterfalls and cascades in a very compact and easily accessible dell.
There was plenty of water in the brook but it was very muddy and quite treacherous, the closer I got to the water. Still, I managed to bag a couple-or-so decent shots.
cocky is watching the weather forecast on abc tv. He does not like the forecast.It was 42 degrees celcius today and he got so hot that he had a cold shower with a spray bottle. It was like a sauna outside. We reckon that greensborough was hotter than the neighbouring suburb of watsonia which is up the street literally.Jan 28 2014.
The weather forecast announced nice weather and sunshine,
but unfortunately it was quite cold and rather misty.
Together with David I travelled to La Hulpe (South of Brussels) to run the "Crêtes de la Hulpe".
A beautiful nature trail of 10 or 18 km with 5 of 7 climbs ...
We had a trip to Prague in January – for Jayne’s birthday - we don’t buy Christmas or birthday presents, we travel instead. We left snowy England for a very, very dull and grey Czech Republic. Yet again I was on a photographic downer looking at the weather forecast, grey is the colour that haunts me. Fortunately it was dull grey and not burnt highlight inducing bright grey.With the grey sky acting like a big diffuser I was going to have deep shadow and contrast to deal with. We had three very short spells of broken cloud which gave us a bit of sun and colour, which I managed to more or less anticipate so we managed to be in decent locations every time – generally somewhere high.
We had been upgraded to a five star hotel, apparently our original choice was flooded. We got compensation and five star hotel upgrade– a first for me. The Art Nouveau Palace has a beautiful interior, with beautiful rooms, the breakfast room was fantastic, as was the breakfast it has to be said. We were able to have an early breakfast so were out on foot just after eight. It was very cold – and dull! We spent the whole week well wrapped up. It drizzled for a day, but never really wet us, it snowed for a day, again we didn’t get wet and the snow didn’t settle. We walked 65 mile, spending plenty of time checking buildings and their interiors out – and coffee shop and bar interiors it has to be said. Although it was dull and sometimes wet I decided that the Camera was staying in my hands for the whole trip. Whenever I put it in my backpack for one reason or another I regret it.
Again, I didn’t look at any photographs of Prague before we got there, I like to just walk and discover, with the DK guidebook in my pocket (which is full of photos it has to be said). We like to get off the beaten track and see the grittier side of the places we visit – within reason! Prague has an incredible tram network, over 1000 trams – with many of them Tatra Eastern Bloc machines. The system seems chaotic but in reality it is incredible with one of the largest networks and highest usages in the world. The trams and cars frequently share the same road space with very little in the way of drama, none of the inexplicable and pathetic constant horn blowing one finds in many countries. Once it became apparent that buildings with a grey blanket as a background were going to be a bit un-inspirational I decided that the trams would be a good focal point instead. Where I have photographed one of the older trams against a background without clues it is easy to imagine that the photos were taken fifty years ago.
The train network also provided photo opportunities. The rolling stock ranges from old Eastern Bloc to very modern double decker’s and pendolinos. There are three stations although we visited the main station and Smichov. The main station interior is art deco and has been renovated by a private company. The exterior and the platforms are very rundown with a grim eastern bloc 1950’s feel –but it works! We discovered to our amusement that we could just walk across multiple lines, no health and safety, just keep your eyes open and don’t walk under a train – you’ll make a mess. Smichov station was grim, it didn’t help that it snowed all day and was grey and bitter. We felt like we were in a 50’s film set in Russia, broken concrete platforms and dereliction. With both stations there was another world underneath them. The underground Metro is running seamlessly and efficiently away beneath your feet. I didn’t have any problems taking photos anywhere but I was very open and obviously a tourist, I didn’t act covertly or suspiciously. There was only one occasion I was stopped and that was in a shopping centre – full of CCTV cameras filming everyone else!
We discovered old and beautiful- and very large- shopping centres hidden away in quite a few places. Brass framed windows and doors, shops thriving, there was a massive camera shop with thousands of second hand cameras, too much to look at. Many of the landmark buildings prevent photography, some make a small charge, some encourage it, the DK guide book gives a good indication regarding camera use. Nothing stops many people though, they just shoot away regardless, usually wanting a picture that includes their self. Prague is surrounded by low hills and has a fair few towers that you can pay a few pounds to go up, so viewpoints are plentiful. I think we visited most of them. I read about the Zizkov Tower, which looks like a Soviet rocket on the horizon and we headed straight for it - after crossing the rail lines! Set in a quiet residential area, there wasn’t a soul about. Two beautiful girls on reception and we parted with a few pounds, into the lift and were on the observation deck with no one else up there. There are fantastic views over the city, but! It is through two layers of not very clean glass so you go for the view rather than sharp panoramas. Still a fascinating place, with a nice café bar and very clean toilets – there are toilets everywhere, usually manned with a fee. Places are well staffed compared with home were three students are supposed to run a 20 screen multiplex cinema.
Graffiti was prominent, no matter how grand the monument, some moron would have daubed it. How do they get away with it in a 24 hour city centre with a strong police presence? The place is very clean, constantly being swept. What did surprise me, was that many buildings, that looked grand and built of stone, from a distance, were actually rendered with very low quality brickwork concealed. When restored the building look very impressive, others are missing the outer render from ground level to a fair height.
I need to cut this short really, I like to put a background story to the photos and although it would be better to individualise it to a specific photo or group of photos I don’t have the time to do that. I do try to give specific detail in the title bar after I have uploaded, this is time consuming enough although I’m pretty proficient at it by now. There are many things I would like to write that should be of interest to anyone thinking of going to Prague but I’ll have to let the pictures do the talking. As usual I am unlikely to be selective enough with my uploads, I’m not very good at leaving photos out so I just upload and be damned.
www.loc.gov/pictures/item/2017856735/
•Title: Washington, D.C. Preparing an advisory forecast at the U.S. Weather Bureau. Joe F. Fulks supervising the preparation of weather analyses
•Creator(s): Bubley, Esther, photographer
•Date Created/Published: 1943 July.
•Repository: Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division Washington, D.C. 20540 USA hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.print
•Notes:
•Title and other information from print in lot.
•Transfer; United States. Office of War Information. Overseas Picture Division. Washington Division; 1944.
•More information about the FSA/OWI Collection is available at hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.fsaowi
•Temp. note: owibatch4
•Film copy on SIS roll 14, frame 1956.
•Subjects:
•United States--District of Columbia--Washington (D.C.)
•Collections:
•Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information Black-and-White Negatives
•Part of: Farm Security Administration - Office of War Information photograph collection (Library of Congress)
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100 Years on.
You certainly would not have needed a radio weather forecast to know that it was a wet day on the 6th of January 1916 when you and 11 of you cobbers left Delegate under the banner announcing yourselves as the Men From Snowy River on a recruitment route march to Goulburn via most parts of the Monaro.
You most likely came from one of the families who were in their second generation or so of settling on the harsh but rewarding country formerly known as the Maneroo and now known as the Monaro. Your people would have been well aware of the need for self-reliance for survival and carried the legacy of all the cracks who had gathered to the fray. You would have been handy with gun and horse as well as extremely practical. You may well have lied about your age.
You would have been well aware of the big blue in Europe and that, as an Empire Man, you were expected to do your bit for King and Country. Besides, they said, it’d be a lark, see the world they said, be part of the cream as a volunteer, they said, not the curds and whey of a conscript, they said. You’ll be home by Christmas, they said. They’ll pay you 5 bob a day they said.
You may have heard the words of recruitment Captain Wedd before the march began, “The famous Monaro brumby is noted for its staying qualities” “whilst the man from Snowy River is noted for his fine physique and stamina”, his language is always colourful.
So it was you set out singing songs like “Marching Through Georgia” as you followed the220 mile route via Bombala, Cooma, Queanbeyan and Bungendore before arriving in Goulburn on 29 January. You had been feted all along the route. In all 142 men arrived in Goulburn, well short of the 200 expected.
In September 1916 you departed Australia as part of the 55th Battalion for England via South Africa with mostly 2 up to while away the time at sea. There may not have been much of that 5 bob a day left by the time you got to Blighty.
By April 1917 the shine had defiantly have gone off the new ball when you found yourself on the Somme rubbing your feet and calves with whale oil to combat trench foot.
The first time you stood at your trench wall waiting for the shriek of the whistle to send you over the top and into battle would have called on every bit of self-reliance you had been taught by the tough life back on the, by now beloved, Monaro.
And so it went on. You may well have been amongst the troops who had become so disenchanted by the British High Commands total disregard for human life that, when reviewed by the King, could not bring themselves to respond to the call for three cheers for the King. You may have been gassed, seen the demise of the Red Barron and fought with the Yanks at the end against the Hindenburg line.
You would have received the news of the signing of the armistice around 10.00am on the 11th of November 1918.
By April of 1919 you would have been set to be demobbed and yet, you who had survived all this, would not all come home together. First home would be the longest serving, followed by those with family responsibilities. Then those assured employment.
During WWI, Australian troops raised (excluding naval forces) numbered 416,809; of these 331,789 took the field. Casualties numbered 215,045; of which 59,342 were killed. Compare this with the nation’s population in 1916 - 4,875,325
You, like most of your compatriots, probably didn’t talk much about your experience afterwards due to general disbelief or indifference. You would have had to wait a mighty long time to see the tears flow freely when Eric Bogle sang “And the band played Waltzing Matilda” and people could finally appreciate what you had been through.
And so, a hundred years later, the descendants and the wider Monaro community gathered to commemorate these events at Delegate over the Australia Day weekend. There was a street march, speeches, a rousing description of what those men went through by that great chronicler of conflict Peter Fitzsimons AM and martial music from the Royal Australian Military College Band.
It was not a celebration, rather a commemoration. Lest we forget.
100 Years on.
You certainly would not have needed a radio weather forecast to know that it was a wet day on the 6th of January 1916 when you and 11 of you cobbers left Delegate under the banner announcing yourselves as the Men From Snowy River on a recruitment route march to Goulburn via most parts of the Monaro.
You most likely came from one of the families who were in their second generation or so of settling on the harsh but rewarding country formerly known as the Maneroo and now known as the Monaro. Your people would have been well aware of the need for self-reliance for survival and carried the legacy of all the cracks who had gathered to the fray. You would have been handy with gun and horse as well as extremely practical. You may well have lied about your age.
You would have been well aware of the big blue in Europe and that, as an Empire Man, you were expected to do your bit for King and Country. Besides, they said, it’d be a lark, see the world they said, be part of the cream as a volunteer, they said, not the curds and whey of a conscript, they said. You’ll be home by Christmas, they said. They’ll pay you 5 bob a day they said.
You may have heard the words of recruitment Captain Wedd before the march began, “The famous Monaro brumby is noted for its staying qualities” “whilst the man from Snowy River is noted for his fine physique and stamina”, his language is always colourful.
So it was you set out singing songs like “Marching Through Georgia” as you followed the220 mile route via Bombala, Cooma, Queanbeyan and Bungendore before arriving in Goulburn on 29 January. You had been feted all along the route. In all 142 men arrived in Goulburn, well short of the 200 expected.
In September 1916 you departed Australia as part of the 55th Battalion for England via South Africa with mostly 2 up to while away the time at sea. There may not have been much of that 5 bob a day left by the time you got to Blighty.
By April 1917 the shine had defiantly have gone off the new ball when you found yourself on the Somme rubbing your feet and calves with whale oil to combat trench foot.
The first time you stood at your trench wall waiting for the shriek of the whistle to send you over the top and into battle would have called on every bit of self-reliance you had been taught by the tough life back on the, by now beloved, Monaro.
And so it went on. You may well have been amongst the troops who had become so disenchanted by the British High Commands total disregard for human life that, when reviewed by the King, could not bring themselves to respond to the call for three cheers for the King. You may have been gassed, seen the demise of the Red Barron and fought with the Yanks at the end against the Hindenburg line.
You would have received the news of the signing of the armistice around 10.00am on the 11th of November 1918.
By April of 1919 you would have been set to be demobbed and yet, you who had survived all this, would not all come home together. First home would be the longest serving, followed by those with family responsibilities. Then those assured employment.
During WWI, Australian troops raised (excluding naval forces) numbered 416,809; of these 331,789 took the field. Casualties numbered 215,045; of which 59,342 were killed. Compare this with the nation’s population in 1916 - 4,875,325
You, like most of your compatriots, probably didn’t talk much about your experience afterwards due to general disbelief or indifference. You would have had to wait a mighty long time to see the tears flow freely when Eric Bogle sang “And the band played Waltzing Matilda” and people could finally appreciate what you had been through.
And so, a hundred years later, the descendants and the wider Monaro community gathered to commemorate these events at Delegate over the Australia Day weekend. There was a street march, speeches, a rousing description of what those men went through by that great chronicler of conflict Peter Fitzsimons AM and martial music from the Royal Australian Military College Band.
It was not a celebration, rather a commemoration. Lest we forget.
... A sunny, bright day with a high of 28°C, with mist slowly clearing from the south coast.”
Old Harry Rocks, Studland, Dorset
D300s + 16-85 Nikkor
The weather forecast was iffy, and we considered hiking another day. THANK GOODNESS we went, because it was a perfect day's hike: not too hot, not too cold; a little breeze to keep things fresh; and a trail with snow nicely packed down, but not icy. It was a bit unusual for us, because we could see from the cloud movement there were big winds afoot, but this time, they were from the north, and we were completely sheltered from them the entire hike. An odd thing happened as well. Early, we met a fellow descending on a mountain bike. He looked a little worried, because he lost track of his dog Cypress. When we returned to the trailhead, we saw that his car was gone, so we're assuming there was a happy ending to his story. Total return distance, 7.4 km's, total elevation gain, 706 m's, moving time, 2 hrs, 27 minutes; total time, 3 hrs, 17 minutes.
Thanks to Hurricane Debby, we are under a flood watch. This could of course change. If it does, I hope it changes for the better! We've had so much rain lately, we surely didn't need this! Update August 9, 6:30 am....now they say some places could get up to 4" of rain!
The weather forecast was for rain, so although the morning started off bright and sunny, we didn't want to risk venturing too far and getting soaked. So we decided on a walk in Cannizaro Park and it was rather lovely - a proper old fashioned family stroll, with the children collecting sticks and climbing trees.
We had a trip to Prague in January – for Jayne’s birthday - we don’t buy Christmas or birthday presents, we travel instead. We left snowy England for a very, very dull and grey Czech Republic. Yet again I was on a photographic downer looking at the weather forecast, grey is the colour that haunts me. Fortunately it was dull grey and not burnt highlight inducing bright grey.With the grey sky acting like a big diffuser I was going to have deep shadow and contrast to deal with. We had three very short spells of broken cloud which gave us a bit of sun and colour, which I managed to more or less anticipate so we managed to be in decent locations every time – generally somewhere high.
We had been upgraded to a five star hotel, apparently our original choice was flooded. We got compensation and five star hotel upgrade– a first for me. The Art Nouveau Palace has a beautiful interior, with beautiful rooms, the breakfast room was fantastic, as was the breakfast it has to be said. We were able to have an early breakfast so were out on foot just after eight. It was very cold – and dull! We spent the whole week well wrapped up. It drizzled for a day, but never really wet us, it snowed for a day, again we didn’t get wet and the snow didn’t settle. We walked 65 mile, spending plenty of time checking buildings and their interiors out – and coffee shop and bar interiors it has to be said. Although it was dull and sometimes wet I decided that the Camera was staying in my hands for the whole trip. Whenever I put it in my backpack for one reason or another I regret it.
Again, I didn’t look at any photographs of Prague before we got there, I like to just walk and discover, with the DK guidebook in my pocket (which is full of photos it has to be said). We like to get off the beaten track and see the grittier side of the places we visit – within reason! Prague has an incredible tram network, over 1000 trams – with many of them Tatra Eastern Bloc machines. The system seems chaotic but in reality it is incredible with one of the largest networks and highest usages in the world. The trams and cars frequently share the same road space with very little in the way of drama, none of the inexplicable and pathetic constant horn blowing one finds in many countries. Once it became apparent that buildings with a grey blanket as a background were going to be a bit un-inspirational I decided that the trams would be a good focal point instead. Where I have photographed one of the older trams against a background without clues it is easy to imagine that the photos were taken fifty years ago.
The train network also provided photo opportunities. The rolling stock ranges from old Eastern Bloc to very modern double decker’s and pendolinos. There are three stations although we visited the main station and Smichov. The main station interior is art deco and has been renovated by a private company. The exterior and the platforms are very rundown with a grim eastern bloc 1950’s feel –but it works! We discovered to our amusement that we could just walk across multiple lines, no health and safety, just keep your eyes open and don’t walk under a train – you’ll make a mess. Smichov station was grim, it didn’t help that it snowed all day and was grey and bitter. We felt like we were in a 50’s film set in Russia, broken concrete platforms and dereliction. With both stations there was another world underneath them. The underground Metro is running seamlessly and efficiently away beneath your feet. I didn’t have any problems taking photos anywhere but I was very open and obviously a tourist, I didn’t act covertly or suspiciously. There was only one occasion I was stopped and that was in a shopping centre – full of CCTV cameras filming everyone else!
We discovered old and beautiful- and very large- shopping centres hidden away in quite a few places. Brass framed windows and doors, shops thriving, there was a massive camera shop with thousands of second hand cameras, too much to look at. Many of the landmark buildings prevent photography, some make a small charge, some encourage it, the DK guide book gives a good indication regarding camera use. Nothing stops many people though, they just shoot away regardless, usually wanting a picture that includes their self. Prague is surrounded by low hills and has a fair few towers that you can pay a few pounds to go up, so viewpoints are plentiful. I think we visited most of them. I read about the Zizkov Tower, which looks like a Soviet rocket on the horizon and we headed straight for it - after crossing the rail lines! Set in a quiet residential area, there wasn’t a soul about. Two beautiful girls on reception and we parted with a few pounds, into the lift and were on the observation deck with no one else up there. There are fantastic views over the city, but! It is through two layers of not very clean glass so you go for the view rather than sharp panoramas. Still a fascinating place, with a nice café bar and very clean toilets – there are toilets everywhere, usually manned with a fee. Places are well staffed compared with home were three students are supposed to run a 20 screen multiplex cinema.
Graffiti was prominent, no matter how grand the monument, some moron would have daubed it. How do they get away with it in a 24 hour city centre with a strong police presence? The place is very clean, constantly being swept. What did surprise me, was that many buildings, that looked grand and built of stone, from a distance, were actually rendered with very low quality brickwork concealed. When restored the building look very impressive, others are missing the outer render from ground level to a fair height.
I need to cut this short really, I like to put a background story to the photos and although it would be better to individualise it to a specific photo or group of photos I don’t have the time to do that. I do try to give specific detail in the title bar after I have uploaded, this is time consuming enough although I’m pretty proficient at it by now. There are many things I would like to write that should be of interest to anyone thinking of going to Prague but I’ll have to let the pictures do the talking. As usual I am unlikely to be selective enough with my uploads, I’m not very good at leaving photos out so I just upload and be damned.