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Having walked out to this location on the ECML at Marshall Meadows, i wanted to do something with the sign. the area is very cluttered, and the sign on the coast side is missing one half, so this was the only angle I could use. I took a photo of the sign and then layered over the Azuma and flipped the other.
This bridge is commonly used by Norwegians to travel over the border to Sweden to buy cheap booze and food
and not to mention all the cheap sweets...
I'm standing on the old bridge, taking this picture
We can pay in Norwegian currency if we want and we speak our own language and understand the other one perfectly.
We tend to go a bit bananas when we are "over there" 😁 And you shouldn't think that we are used to alcohol..
We have strict rules about how much (or how little) we are allowed to buy of meat and alcohol.
If we bend the rules we can log into one app and say how much we're bringing over the border and pay by the app, or you can "smuggle" it over.
There is seldom anyone checking you, you just pass the border and maybe seeing a guy or two in uniforms.
There is even ways to find out if the customs are stopping cars and then you'll wait until they are done.
We are the sweetest neighbor of them all 😁
Santa Fe's longest branch line, the San Angelo Subdivision, ran 386 miles across desolate West Texas from San Angelo Junction (west of Brownwood on the Texas main line) to Presidio, Texas, on the Mexican border.
In October 1968, it took me three days of engine and caboose riding to make the trip from Brownwood to Presidio. The first day got me from Brownwood to San Angelo, 71 miles, mostly at night; the second day had me riding a trailing F-unit from San Angelo to Fort Stockton, 167 miles, on train 129; and the third day was a caboose ride from Fort Stockton to Presidio, 145 miles. Yes, it was a long trip. The last segment, from Fort Stockton to Presidio, was mainly at night.
We arrived at the border station just after sun up. The crew went on their rest. I wandered around the area all-day, going to Ojinaga on the Mexican side to photograph the Chihuahua Pacific Railroad (Ch-P), one of my all-time favorite railroads.
Late in the afternoon, the crew went on duty and did some switching and shoved a long cut of cars down to the International bridge to transfer to the Ch-P. In this scene at sunset, October 18, 1968, the units (a GP7 and two GP7Bs) and caboose pause in front of the station while the crew gets their orders to head back to Fort Stockton. It will be another all-night caboose trip, but I will get off at Alpine, Texas, in the wee hours and get a motel room. The following day, I will catch SP's SUNSET LIMITED to El Paso, another Santa Fe freight to Belen, New Mexico, and more freights back to my home in Topeka, Kansas.
The San Angelo Subdivision was once the main line of the KCM&O, a segment in Arthur Stilwell's dream to build a railroad from Kansas City to the Gulf of California, a shorter distance to the Pacific than Kansas City to California ports. Santa Fe acquired the KCM&O in 1928, but it never developed as a through route as planned.
The Subdivision was sold in 1998, and there are still attempts to establish through service.
The depot, shown in this image, was destroyed by fire a few years later.
170411 heads down the Scottish Borders line south of Gorebridge with the 1111 Edinburgh to Tweedbank service.
Of course, the star of the image is not the train but twin towered baronial keep of Borthwick Castle.
The castle was twice visited by Mary Queen of Scots. Her second visit was during the tumultuous last weeks of her reign. The castle was besieged and she escaped dressed as a male page.
The gaping hole in the outer wall which is clearly visible here was made by cannon fire from Oliver Cromwell's forces, who successfully attacked in 1650, leading to an 'honourable' surrender by Lord Borthwick.
Given the snow was up to their tummies off the path forward motion was only achieved through a full body workout!
Paddy, not particularly fond of water, doing his best here to please his Dad having vaulted over onto the rock without falling in then did a 'sitting'!
When faced with a bridge like this, and when there was no traffic around, I could not resist the temptation to jump out of the car and grab a photo from the rear of the mighty E-type Jag about to head under it.
Although this looks like a section of a racetrack, (or even a video game) it is actually taken on the Sturt Highway near the state border between South Australia and Victoria. It is mainly a fruit fly checkpoint for people entering the Riverland area from Victoria. It is in Yamba, near Renmark / Paringa in South Australia. The bridge / arch was originally donated by Dunlop back when the Formula One Grand Prix race first started in Adelaide from 1985 to 1995. They continued to sponsor the upkeep of the bridge until 2000. I have read that there is some argument whether or not to keep it due to nobody wanting to pay the estimated $75,000 repair and upgrade costs.
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A pseudo forced perspective shot of the 1/18th scale AUTOart model Series III E-type Jaguar, with the background of the scene at Yamba in South Australia which I took many years ago.
The yellow border of this field stood out like the proverbial sore thumb, I presume it must be Oil seed Canola, the light was nice with clouds racing across the landscape, it is strange today, it`s not raining .
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A second brood male Small Pearl Bordered Fritillary photographed in the Natura 2000 reserve in Krakow, Poland.
I never intended going up here, I'd left my wife sat in the car while I popped out to get some photo's of the Roman Fort.. the light was poor, so I thought I'd try for a higher a view, next thing I knew, I was up at the top.. This is where I have to confess that I thought I was on Hard Knott's summit. Only when I got home and was looking on a map to see where the path was up to the summit, that I realised it was Border End summit, Hard Knott's summit was only a short distance away.
If the weather hadn't have been so poor, I probably would have had a roam about. As it was, I could see rain getting nearer and my wife was sat below waiting for me.. :-)
Auntie Elk, ... always likes to 'have it' more than anyone else, indeed Mist and Paddy tend to 'play's her by either stealing it (paddy) or asserting top dog position (mist) .. both of them when they get bored of the game just drop whatever 'it' may be wherever they might be ....as they have an Elk that will always bring it back to me ..... such is life