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No backstop needed here as 60015 crosses of the River Wye , leaving Wales into England at Chepstow with Robeston Sdgs to Westerleigh Puma Dbc on a wet and cold morning.
We spent the day over in the States today. Border wait was just over one hour. So frustrating!
This is one of the concrete obelisks marking the exact line between the USA and Mexico. The other side is marked USA. They sit directly on the line between countries. There are 276 of these obelisks, but not all of them look like this.
The rusty metal behind is the new border fence that was installed a few years ago during the Trump presidency. It much more efficient than the old, corrugated wall that this replaced.
I took this photo from the driver's seat and out the passenger window.
2052. On the way home from Scotland we stopped at a remote farm near Beatock that did Bed and Breakfast. The farmer introduced us to his family of Border Collies, but being working dogs they lives out in one of the barns.
Their 'kennel' was an old table pushed into a corner, with some breeze blocks and and an old door forming the other two sides. Mum was lying on top of the table, but the three others were inside. As soon as they heard us enter the barn they rushed to the small gap in the end, but this was only big enough for two noses at a time to peer out.
There was a lot of scrabbling around as one nose got pushed out and another one appeared, only to then be replaced another...
July, 1975. Copyright © Ron Fisher.
Paddy .. locked into target (which happened to be his mum ,, not a sheep).
A characteristic of the border collie is the herding eye. It’s been said that “when working, this breed will usually be seen in the crouched position, with their alert eyes fixed on the job in hand. The ‘hypnotic’ eye characteristic is probably more defined in the Border Collie than any other breed and it is this quality which makes them so superb in herding sheep, using their eyes to guide a herd without the need to nip or bark.”
And that “most people admire a dog that works with its head low to the ground, with its hindquarters high and its tail tucked between its hind legs. They can run as fast as the wind, yet stop in an instant or switch directions without stopping. They don’t take their eyes off their sheep. Their intense gaze is focused on the stock, willing them to obey, to go where the dog directs them, to stop if the dog blocks their path. The stock aren’t rushed or afraid, but they certainly respect the dog. A good Border Collie’s obsession is its livestock, and this is as it should be.”
I think this might be the Canadian Border Mountain, seen from Taylor Road in Deroche, British Columbia. (23-03-27-1420)
253 with the CP 7023 Air Force Tribute locomotive is at the CN "diamond switch" at Rouses Point, NY just yards from the Canadian Border.
This border around my mother's house separates the bushes and trees that line the outside of the house from the front lawn. It started with a cutting from a neighbor over 40 years and quickly grew into a thick, lush border that needs little care. In fact, it needs to be controlled and cut back or it will take over. Until I looked it up, my mother wasn't even sure what it was.
"Pachysandra terminalis, the Japanese pachysandra, carpet box or Japanese spurge, is a species of flowering plant in the boxwood family Buxaceae, native to Japan, Korea, and China and introduced to eastern North America. When growing in a spreading mass of many plants, a dense cover is formed." -- en.wikipedia.org
It seems that almost every plant or flower I admire here in the NYC environs turns out to be native to eastern Asia. One example of how humans have altered the environment.
One photo a day. (187/366) Bayside, Queens, NYC -- July 5, 2020
Arriva l'alba o forse no, a volte ciò che sembra alba non è
Ma so che so camminare dritto sull'acqua
e su quello che non c'è
Rivuoi la scelta, rivuoi il controllo
Rivoglio le mie ali nere, il mio mantello
La chiave della felicità è la disobbedienza in se
A quello che non c'è
Perciò io maledico il modo in cui sono fatto
Il mio modo di morire sano e salvo dove m'attacco
Il mio modo vigliacco di restare sperando che ci sia
Quello che non c'è
Curo le foglie, saranno forti
Se riesco ad ignorare che gli alberi son morti
Ma questo è camminare alto sull'acqua e
Su quello che non c'è
Ed ecco arriva l'alba so che è qui per me
Meraviglioso come a volte ciò che sembra non è
Fottendosi da se, fottendomi da me
Per quello che non c'è
[Soundtrack: Afterhours - quello che non c'è]
Mist likes enormously doing the peekaboo game, she'll hide behind a tree trying to guess which way I'll move to catch her