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The Observatory is equipped with two radio telescopes (RT) – the only research capable RT in New Zealand - with dishes of size 12 m and 30 m in diameter. Both RT are of the Cassegrain system, using the main reflector (dish) and the sub-reflector which can be seeing on photos. Due to the larger structure of the 30 m RT, it is potentially vulnerable to gravity-induced structural deformation which varies as it operates at different elevation angles. Deviation from the ideal shape and misalignments between structural components can potentially result in partial loss of RT sensitivity. To study the surface quality of the main reflector, its alignment with the sub reflector, and the way these characteristics may vary, Recon Ltd was contracted to scan the surface of the telescope (the main and sub reflector) at different elevation angles.

Using a laser scanner for measuring surface quality is relatively new to Radio Astronomy and according to our knowledge has been used on very few occasions. Traditionally, two methods - Radio Frequency Holography and Photogrammetry - are widely used in radio astronomy. Both methods require specialised equipment, they are relatively time consuming, expensive and difficult to perform. The laser scanning method is easy and quick. Importantly, and unlike other methods, it allows scanning the main reflector and sub reflector surfaces jointly, therefore allowing to study the vital part of the RT “optics” as a whole. These advantages make the laser scanning heavily preferred over the other methods.

The FARO laser scanner is easy to carry and setup on the surface of the dish (weight ~5 kg). It has sufficient distance accuracy (± 1mm) and the operating range (from 0.6 m up to 320 m) for this research.

Icmadophila ericetorum overgrowing moss by Richard Droker

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“Icmadophila is capable of killing and overgrowing moss mats. When colonizing mossy surfaces, the leading edge of the lichen is associated with a zone of necrosis in the moss.” - McCune, Bruce. 2017. Microlichens of the Pacific Northwest. Volume 2: Keys to the Species.

"Often you'll see lichens growing with bryophytes, so the two are potential competitors and a variety of lichen-bryophyte interactions do occur. Crustose lichens look like thin skins or simple washes of paint on the underlying soil, rock or wood. At first it would appear that such simple, two-dimensional growth forms could be easily overgrown by many bryophytes. In fact some crustose lichens are very effective at keeping bryophytes away, quite likely with chemical deterrents. Lichens produce a wide variety of chemical compounds, some of which have negative effects on bryophytes - acting to prevent spore germination or inhibiting protonemal or gametophytic growth [reference link] ." - www.anbg.gov.au/lichen/ecology-plants.html

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Proxy measure COVID-19 SARS-CoV-2 used air relative risk by wally

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Today continuing experiments with a new toy, the CO2mini model RAD-0301 external log capable CO2 desktop monitor.

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Displays CO2 in ppm. Works standalone powered by a USB power bank. Available downloadable Windows compatible logging software. Logger can configure or disable alarm levels. I have not evaluated other platform loggers available on the Internet.

Automatically produces log files which are subsequently viewable in the Cumulative Time Graph mode. Also produces on-demand jpg graph snapshots which are time stamped and put into the installation folder.

Yesterday fresh out of the box, it immediately alarmed with about 850 PPM, the factory alarm setting being 800. But that was with me standing over it breathing while reading the instruction sheets.

By airing out the kitchen/family room with open windows and fans (Kitchen/FR closed off from the rest of the house), 445 PPM was reached after about 20 minutes, close to then 415 PPM current mountaintop concentrations reported from Mauna Loa Hawaii.

With all exterior doors and windows then shut and all interior doors open, climbs up to about 650 to 750 PPM in an hour or so depending on where I am relative to the monitor.

If I get too close and exhale towards it, there is a lagged response with about a minute delay to the rise and another minute to fall back. So there is a sensor time delay but small compared with the time constants of human contaminating the room air and the room exchanging used air with outside air.

If I open the kitchen window two inches and leave the house, in about 25 minutes the kitchen family room is down to 600 PPM (remainder of connected house not measured).

Overnight, about 650-700 PPM in the master bedroom. Until 5:07 AM when I awoke and experimentally closed the bedroom door and the door to the master bath. So ventilation is thought to be mainly leakage past the two closed sliding aluminum single pane window sections Took one hour to climb to about 825, waking me with an alarm. Opened both bedroom door and door to the master bath, this picture shows about 25 minutes needed to go back down to 650-700 PPM equilibrium.

So a single sleeping human can make a closed room somewhat stuffy in an hour, airing a room by opening a window or door can take on the order of 25 minutes, and getting a room down to outside CO2 PPM levels can take fans about 20 minutes.

Home and office indoor CO2 PPM significance is controversial.

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But my interest is using CO2 as an indicating tracer gas to comparison evaluate retail store used air.

The preferred store(s) would have what I want, and have a reasonably low number of socially distancing customers during off-peak hours. But additionally, when I was present during those off-peak hours, equipped with PPE and my new CO2 nerdometer, the best stores would have low measured CO2 levels inside, approaching the outside PPM levels.

From few humans, or superior exterior make-up air ventilation, don't care which. It takes energy to heat/air condition introduced exterior air, so there is a tremendous incentive to mostly recirculate the interior air. Along with recirculating whatever fine particles the humans are exhaling (unless expensive recirculating virus filter provisions are made and maintained).

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Capable U-turns by Sebastian Chavez

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this was in Monterey bay, when we drove to the aquarium, a u-turn signal, was a bit complicated for drivers,,,all drivers, plus, there's a E.T. signal on the final left.

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Castle Air Museum, Atwater, CA by ghostom

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Douglas A-4 Skyhawk: A single seat carrier-capable attack aircraft developed for the United States Navy and United States Marine Corps. The delta winged, single-engined Skyhawk was designed and produced by Douglas Aircraft Company, and later by McDonnell Douglas. The Skyhawk is a lightweight aircraft with a maximum takeoff weight of 24,500 pounds and has a top speed of more than 600 miles per hour. The aircraft's five hardpoints support a variety of missiles, bombs and other munitions and were capable of delivering nuclear weapons using a low altitude bombing system and a "loft" delivery technique. The A-4 was originally powered by the Wright J65 turbojet engine; from the A-4E onwards, the Pratt & Whitney J52 was used.

Skyhawks played key roles in the Vietnam War, the Yom Kippur War, and the Falklands War. Sixty years after the aircraft's first flight, some of the nearly 3,000 produced remain in service with several air arms around the world, including from the Brazilian Navy's aircraft carrier, São Paulo (All ref. for aircraft from Wikipedia)

BENJI - R.I.P - 21-05-2003 - 01-09-2017 (11) by BENJI - R.I.P - 21-05-2003 - 01-09-2017

This is a family dedicated channel to our beloved big lad Benji

We got Benji in 2007 when he was 4 years old as the owner was suffering from an illness and was no longer capable of looking after him

We got him on the 21st may 2007 so we used that date to celebrate his birthday

When Benji came to live with us he was a very independant lad and was always the boss especially over my two young sons and he stamped his authority quite quickly

He did test us at the beginning but soon knew that living here with us he was going to get nothing more than love and attention and he got that in abundance

He loved his home comforts as he would often take over the settee and would declare that space as his own

I myself have had health issues and Benji would always pop his head up to see if everything was alright with me and i would do the same with him everynight

We nearly lost Benji in 2013/2014 when we discovered a small lump on his groin and the vet at the time told us it was just a fatty lump and just ignore it

We knew something was not right and advised the vet that we wanted it removed and we would pay for the operation

We booked him in 2 weeks after that appointment and when we got him to the PDSA they told us that it was a good job that we ignored her colleagues advice and decided to go for the operation as it saved his life as this so called fatty lump was actually a growth that was cutting off his blood vessel, The operation was a success and it extended our time with Benji

There was times that we questioned some of the vets advice as for when we kept asking about all the lumps that was appearing on his body and again we were told that they were just fatty lumps

Over the past couple of years we were concerned of a few lumps under his chest and a few that would appear around his ribs etc and again we were told to ignore them as they were fatty lumps

Well those lumps turned out to be cancer and cost our baby boy his life as his liver had also became very enlarged and we had to make a decssion if we wanted to die in agony as we were informed or for the vet to give him that terrible injection

We took him home for a day so that he could say his goodbyes to my sons and we stayed awake with him all night

The following morning we gave him his favourite a tin of tuna and he had a good drink of water and at 10:15am on September 1st 2017 Benji was put to sleep

My wife held him in her arms as i cuddled his head and kept him from seeing the needles and he dropped into his deep sleep forever

The vet that dealt with Benji on his final moment was a wonderful and caring vet and we thank her from the bottom of our hearts for all she done

We love you Benji and we will walk together again one day soon

Forever your

Mammy, Daddy and Brothers

looking into the future by sergio dimartino

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what am i doing? it seems i'm not really capable of great acts of "unity" these days... apart from ...maybe one big thing, the greatest actually, pulling my life together! :-)

the kid is finally turning into a boy? the boy into a man, at last? i'm not really sure.

i never quite knew what to expect from it. i mean, maturity. maybe i just never thought it would belong to me really. i always used to project it onto others.

they had the strength and the power and all the beauty. "they" were the beautiful boys, the grown up, those in whose hands life counted as a piece of clay they could mold according to their wishes. i never really considered the efforts it took them, the process they too had to undergo in order to become what they wished to.

i just saw the flower in its splendour and simplicity.

and simply ignored all kinds of energies - personal, parental, social, belonging to the family and group of origin - that contributed to its realization.

i thought one was just lucky enough to be born an individual, a person of beauty and worth. now i know it is a life long process, requiring commitment and care and the helping hand - and heart i might say - of the ones who finally come to know and appreciate you as you do with them.

i'd like to thank all the people - extraordinary people - who are here with me. brothers, sisters, teachers and friends of today and tomorrow.

thank you.

Replica 12.5-inch RML gun in a casemate, Landguard Fort, Felixstowe by Paul Dyer

A replica 12.5-inch RML (Rifled Muzzle Loader) gun in a casemate. The originals were 38 ton muzzle loading giants which were capable of firing a 818lb (371kg) shell using 2 cartridges of gunpowder weighing 80lb (36.3kg) each. The gun had a crew of 17 and took 3 to 5 minutes to load and fire.

From an account from Second Lieutenant F. York posted to No. 12 Company R.G.A at Landguard in 1905, "Within the fort itself was a tremendous armament; each barrack room was the emplacement for a 10 inch rifled muzzle loader of 18 tons. In the seaward Bastions were the 12.5 inch, a larger edition of the 10 inch and weighing 38 tons. Although equipped with projectiles these guns were mainly for 'Running Past'. Running past was a grand sport, each 10 inch was loaded with a cylinder containing sixty, three and a half inch chilled steel balls, the 12.5 inch with ninety. The guns were laid at a given range to cover certain channels, so that all possible approaches would be under fire....When the targets dashed through the lighted area the observation officer touched off the electric keys under each sight. The resulting phenomenon was really magnificent and the effect appalling on the old type torpedo boat, for decks must have been swept clean at that short range."

The RML guns were out of service by 1907 because an old post card of that date shows them on the grass within a Militia camp at Landguard. For many years it was suspected that the guns had been buried under the Inner Parade but after discovering the post card it is now thought they are buried beneath the concrete of Felixstowe Container Terminal.

Landguard Fort is owned by English Heritage and administered by The Landguard Fort Trust.

There has been a form of Fortification on this site since 1540-1545 and these have been in constant use until 1969 with the Battery being dismantled in 1956 and the barracks vacated in 1969. Ownership then passed from the Ministery of Defence to the Department of Ancient Monuments which later became English Heritage.

The site then lay derelict until 1985 when scrub clearance was undertaken. It was not until 1997 that the fort was repaired, waterproofed, and made safe for visitors. There is an on going programme of works to open more of this Historical site to the general public.

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BABUSHKA - SNAPSHOT OF A KILLER (Chapter Six) by DESPITE STRAIGHT LINES (Paul Williams)

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BABUSHKA - SNAPSHOT OF A KILLER (Chapter Six)

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Охотник, как охотник

HUNTER AS THE HUNTED

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Pavlovsky Posad, East Moscow Oblast

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Pausing briefly by the old boathouse in which nestled Sergei's beloved wooden hulled sail boat that he'd hand crafted over the course of his lifetime, now burned and gutted, a sight capable of making her true friend turn in his grave if he'd been afforded such a common courtesy.

Sergei's quietly elegant retreat in Pavlovsky Posad, Sixty eight kilometres from Moscow where the Klyazma and Vokhna rivers converged, now resembled a war zone as Tatiana's saddened eyes perused the debris and mayhem left behind by uncaring hands that had ripped through every nook and cranny in an attempt to find or disguise any morsels of information that might be useful once the man himself had been disposed of. Moments and memories shared in the ample grounds now ransacked and desecrated, tears and toil, happiness and love buried beneath the chaos that had reigned down in hands of betrayal and fury.

Stepping from the once beautiful stone walled gardens into the main body of the building, Tatiana's heart sank as her eyes witnessed the devastating fall out of the assault. Graffiti daubed walls and human excrement, a staged cacophony of poverty fuelled aggression that left her numb in all respects. The necessity of the act overshadowed Tatiana's natural guilt at sifting through the wreckage of her mentor's life, her eyes saddened by the carnage, and mind fixated with the knowledge that all we are or ever were can be gathered up and categorized into a series of storage boxes in the cold light of day.

Broken antique wooden picture frames with photographs shredded by callous fingers and strewn across the sumptuous deep pile carpets, hallway mirrors smashed and hanging by strands of their metal chains, glass shards seated jagged and proud laying siege to delicate flesh, tossed lace lampshades and drawers of emptied items all that was left of the two lives who once shared the space with love and unity. How Sergei's smiling face now haunted her conscience.

Tatiana knew the methodical methods utilized by her agency, and despite the feeblest of attempts to disguise the ransacking as mere wanton waste at the hands of opportunist thieves, she could spot the tell tale signs of professionals at work. The clinical precision with which key objects were discarded and destroyed, items left behind that any self respecting crack head could swiftly trade for cash on the black market, precious metals that could be melted down, and the neat pathway through the mayhem left by those trying just a little too hard to fool untrained eyes. Working expeditiously, she examined the minutia of details, searching in the locations only her peers would think to hide documents or clues that might lead her to the root of the betrayal. All the while, the hairs on the back of her neck were raised, a feeling in her gut telling her that something here was not right. No trip wires or booby traps, but the sensation of impending doom which gripped her like a vice.

Tatiana's sixth sense told her that, no matter what her eyes and ears were relaying back to her brain, she was not alone in the house, as stealthily she moved room to room, limbs primed, senses heightened all the while. Sniffing the air for subtle tones, she could almost smell the heady aroma of testosterone and adrenalin that coursed through the fibre's of the atmosphere as she examined every cubby hole, eyes and ears on full alert. A subtle indentation in the carpet, a red velvet curtain pulled to one side enough to facilitate watchful eyes on her arrival at the scene. The sound of drawing breath, a heartbeat or murmur, a tiny creak from the wooden floorboards, all were tell tale signs to one so skilful as she.

When the attack came, as swift as it was deadly, it was met with pent up aggression, frustration at the loss of her mentor and an inner anger that knew no bounds. The first hostile blows reigned down from above as dropping silently from the loft hatch on the second floor, a diminutive Asian female executed several perfect crescent kicks to Tatiana's legs before she could turn instinctive defence into unbridled attack.

Tatiana smiled wryly as she considered the scene like an episode from a Tarantino movie with the stereotyped ninja warrior screeching as she executed jumps and leaps of truly astounding acrobatic finesse. Grabbing her assailants right thrusting fist in her hand, she pulled the woman inwards, connecting with a head butt that instantly broke the attacker's nose. The audible sound of the impact was followed by blood flow and Tatiana's shoulders under the woman's outstretched right arm, which she twisted with enough speed and power to instantly dislocate at the shoulder. A piercing scream was ejected as the attacker was tossed aside like a broken rag doll at the hands of a petulent child, a second attacker entering the fray from her side.

Thick set, male Caucasian, one hundred and eighty pounds and sporting an oiled and pristine Beretta 92FS Elite aimed straight at Tatiana's face. Funny how she picked up on those tiny details in the heat of the violent confrontation, as gun oil permeated her nostrils, sparking memories as flashbacks, years of training until she could strip and clean, reassemble and fire her pistol accurately, blindfolded with ease. Instinctively, she turned away from the gun, using the terrified would be assassin as a shield as she hoisted her towards her body, ducking down behind the injured woman as the three rounds fired in quick succession tore into her flesh, killing her in a heartbeat. As the realization of what he had just done registered upon the man's face, Tatiana moved outwards from the dead woman's carcass, pushing her to one side and pulling her knife from the confines of her right boot, tossing it with the precision of a circus knife thrower straight into the man's left shoulder.

The man fired a reflex round as he reeled backwards in pain, his right hand still on the trigger and left hand holding the knife at the handle as he quickly pulled it out. Tatiana jumped and rolled to her right, behind the sofa which the attacker now peppered liberally with his Beretta, trying to pick her off through the array of leather, springs and soft stuffing now acting as a shield which exploded into the room like daisy wheel spores on a summer's day. Tatiana pushed her body quickly on all fours, leaping into the kitchen room adjacent to her position.

Before she had time to think, the attacker was at the kitchen door, a fresh magazine pushed into place, locked and loaded with a defining clunk as the old one unclipped and found release in the velvet softness of the deep pile carpet. Tatiana came in lower than a snakes belly, and faster than a speeding locomotive, lashing out a carefully aimed foot which buckled the man's left leg and had him falling to the ground as she kicked again and dislodged the pistol from his grip, sending it flying into the air until it eventually came to rest in the corner near the wine fridge which held captive a dozen bottles of exquisite Champagnes.

The pair traded jabs and punches as they writhed on the kitchen tiled floor which was cold to the touch as flesh caressed it's sinews and limbs entwined in the deadliest of embraces. The power struggle was fierce and long as trained bodies grappled and groped, finely matched, fingers searching for bodily orifices to use in the game of one one-one-upmanship. Held in a headlock, sweaty palms fighting to contain the venom of her anger, Tatiana briefly broke free with a swift upwards punch to the man's head which allowed her a second to rise before a bony clenched fist impacted squarely with her face, sending her reeling backwards across the floor like a rag doll before she hit the wooden work units that had been pulled apart, their contents strewn across the floor all around her. The seering pain was intense and unrelenting.

As the man turned and reached for the pistol, his hand luxuriating in the satisfaction of metallic euphoria as it fell into his hand, Tatiana's eyes and hands were unified in agreement as she gathered up a poultry boning knife that lay near it's peers by the broken wooden Sabatier knife block that had been thrown down during the vigorous search earlier on.

A knife versus semi automatic pistol, the flick of the wrist against the sweet expelation of metallic brutality and both parties unleashed their weapons of choice. The boning knife impaled itself deliciously into the man's heart, his eyes temporarily glancing up before they glazed over, his hand caressing the handle as the finality of his last breath dawned upon a troubled mind. Lights out, his carcass crumpling into a heap at Tatiana's feet. But this pro was quick, loosing off a single slug which raced through the air at breakneck speed on a downwards trajectory that ended as it ripped through Tatiana's flesh, pulsating with fire and venom as it expelled through the back of her right arm, just above her elbow. She allowed herself the indulgence of a stunted yelp as the piercing pain came over her, knowing instantly that she needed to compress the exit and entry points and stem the trickle of rich ruby life blood if she was to make good her exit from the scene and live to fight another day.

Ripping a section of soft white cotton from the shirt of the dead body lying beneath her, she noted that the wound was relatively clean, the heat of the bullet having practically cauterized the wound in the violence of the act itself. Moving quickly into the living room just to her left, she located the drinks cabinet, glass fronted, a plethora of expensive bottles of varying colour liquids pulled and pushed from the neatness of their original locations, several smashed with carpet stains that lay interfused with aromas and concoctions not yet discovered by the partying elite. A partially opened bottle of Glenfarclas Single Highland Malt fell into her grasp, as, removing the lid with her teeth, spitting it onto the carpet in most unceremonious fashion, Tatiana liberally poured the contents across the small wounds front and back on her arm before wrapping the cloth strip around her flesh with her left hand, tying off the two ends as tight as she could bare before returning to the corpse of the first assailant.

Hand rifling through trousers and shirt faster than a pick pocket in Cairo on a summers day, she swiftly moved onto the dead woman's body, coming across a small cardboard envelope in which were housed a series of covert colour photographs that she studied each in turn. Two men, a bland hotel room, friendly handshakes and smiling faces. An outside shot from a French themed bar with figures at a table sipping grandiose coffee, shades on a overcast day, image angled from a distant balcony with a powerful telephoto.

Several other images portrayed similar meetings, different clothes, alternate dates, one constant amongst the details. What the hell was Dmitri doing in each of the frames. The final document in the cardboard wallet was a folded piece of white A4 paper detailing dates and transactions from a bank account of sorts. Large figures, reoccurring noughts, regular payments and a fat balance with scribbled observations noting withdrawal amounts and end user accounts in handwriting that Tatiana little recognised.

Her ears pricked up at the sound of a vehicle pulling to a less than conventional halt outside the house by the North entrance. Tyres squealing their protest and several doors opening at speed, had her at the window tucked to one side behind the expensive shades, eyes perusing the four burly men who climbed out, high end Italian leather shoes kissing the warm tarmac, hands adjusting jackets behind which sat holsters and guns. Tatiana moved quickly into the hallway, locating a stairwell cupboard in which was located the neat pipework for the gas supply which she loosened until the sound of the escaping gas greeted her ears. Door open, she entered the kitchen and grabbed a thick magazine from the pile thrown all over the floor.

In the corner on the worktop, a silver metallic toaster, four slice, pristine like every appliance in the house. Inserting the wall plug into the socket, she flicked on the power, pushed the folded magazines into two of the slots and depressed them as the bars heated to a red glow.

Making her way to the opposite door, she headed quickly out, leaving the magazines to begin burning as the intensity of the heat rapidly grew. Directly in her pathway came one of the hoodlums, a smart-ass who had taken the initiative to cut off any exit by the fleeing target. Somewhat taken aback by his fortuitous move, none the less pistol raised and intent obvious as he smiled, relishing the prospect of taking full credit for the kill. Tatiana stopped in her tracks and carefully placed a shell between his eyes without thinking. A gun placed in her weakest of hands was still a match for even the most opportune of opponents. Action and instinct in it's purest form. Placing a shoe soul onto freshly executed flesh, she walked across the dead man and made good her escape.

As she made her way from the scene she heard the explosion as the intruders unwittingly entered the front door, allowing oxygen to dance a delicious tango with the flames and gas that rose in the mix. Soon, she was away like a ghost, a million questions on her mind, tainted by doubt and with a need for answers to satisfy her natural curiosity. Behind her, the bodies char grilled like a Sunday afternoon barbecue.

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Rewritten in July 2011.

Original story penned in August 2010.

Photograph taken on May 25th 2011 in the grounds of Scotney Castle, Tunbridge Wells, Kent, England.

Nikon D700 50mm 1/125s f/4.0 iso200

Nikkor 50mm f/2.8. UV filter. MetaGPS geotag. Latitude: 51 7\'16.65"N Longitude: 0 13\'33.93"E

AP2 by BG Sixtyniner

There are a very few models capable to cast a shadow over my beloved iron horse. Alex is one of 'em.

Earlier that day we were participating in a Distinguished Gentlemen Ride event, so all we needed was a role of film, some of that generous sun and a half an hour to fire few shots.

On a technical note, I have surprised myself by developing this in (all interested may as well write down the recipe) Ilford Perceptol 1+3, 20C for 23 minutes with 10 sec agitations each minute.

Film used: Kodak Tri-X 400 exposed at it's nominal value.

Hasselblad 500C/M with Carl Zeiss macro planar CFi f4/120mm with RED FILTER (-3) used.

I was surprised that even digitaltruth had very little data on a combination of Tri-X at 400 ASA and Perceptol, don't ask me how I've calculated this one.

Norrona at Scrabster by yogi59

The Bremen-built Norrona is capable of carrying 1482 passengers and 634 cars.

During the summer months of 2007 and 2008 it sailed to Scrabster from Bergen once a week. It then headed north to Torshavn in the Faroes and on to Seyisfjrur in Iceland before returning to the Faroes and then back to Bergen.

In November 2008 the Faroese government had to step in to save Smyril from bankruptcy with the injection of £3.1m.

Now the Norrona is used for a year-round service from the Faroes to Denmark, calling in Iceland between spring and autumn only.

www.smyrilline.com

Gross Tonnage: 35966

Deadweight: 6113 t

Length Overall x Breadth Extreme: 164.56m × 33.5m

Year Built: 2003

IMO: 9227390

MMSI: 231200000

Call Sign: OZ2040

Flag: Faroe Is [FO]

AIS Vessel Type: Passenger

FIM-150 focusun tube ice machine, ice tube machine, ice tube plant, flake ice machine, ice flake machine, block ice m by Focusun Refrigeration

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Bernard Bosanquet by faisalkhaled1992

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Bernard Bosanquet, died at his home in Surrey on October 12, the day before the 59th anniversary of his birth. A capable allround cricketer at Eton and Oxford and also for Middlesex, Bosanquet enjoyed chief claim to fame as the acknowledged inventor of the googly. In the 1925 issue of Wisden there was reproduced an article from The Morning Post in which Bosanquet described all about the discovery of what he termed in the heading "The Scapegoat of Cricket". He wrote, Poor old googly! It has been subjected to ridicule, abuse, contempt, incredulity, and survived them all. Deficiencies existing at the present day are attributed to the influence of the googly. If the standard of bowling falls off it is because too many cricketers devote their time to trying to master it... If batsmen display a marked inability to hit the ball on the off-side or anywhere in front of the wicket and stand in apologetic attitudes before the wicket, it is said that the googly has made it impossible for them to attempt the old aggressive attitude and make the scoring strokes.

But, after all, what is the googly? It is merely a ball with an ordinary break produced by an extra-ordinary method. It is not difficult to detect, and, once detected, there is no reason why it should not be treated as an ordinary break-back. However, it is not for me to defend it. If I appear too much in the role of the proud parent I ask forgiveness.

As to the birth of the googly, Bosanquet wrote: Somewhere about the year 1897 I was playing a game with a tennis ball, known as `Twisti-Twosti.' The object was to bounce the ball on a table so that your opponent sitting opposite could not catch it... After a little experimenting I managed to pitch the ball which broke in a certain direction; then with more or less the same delivery make the next ball go in the opposite direction! I practised the same thing with a soft ball at `Stump-cricket.' From this I progressed to the cricket ball...

I devoted a great deal of time to practisting the googly at the nets, occasionally in unimportant matches. The first public recognition we obtained was in July, 1900, for Middlesex v. Leicestershire at Lord's. An unfortunate individual (Coe, the left-hander) had made 98 when he was stumped off a fine specimen which bounced four times -- This small beginning marked the start of what came to be termed a revolution in bowling...

The googly (bowled by a right-hand bowler to a right-hand batsman) is nothing more or less that an ordinary off-break. The method of delivery is the secret of its difficulty, and this merely consisted in turning the wrist over at the moment of delivery far enough to alter the axis of spin, so that a ball which normally delivered would break from leg, breaks from the off.

A few incidents stand out vividly. The first time it was bowled against the Australians -- at Lord's late one evening in 1902 -- when I had two overs and saw two very puzzled Australians return to the pavilion. It rained all next day and not one of them tumbled to the fact that it was not an accident. The first googly ever bowled in Australia, in March 1903; Trumper batting, having made 40 in about twenty minutes. Two leg-breaks were played beautifully to cover, but the next ball (delivered with a silent prayer) pitching in the same place, saw the same graceful stroke played -- and struck the middle stump instead of the bat! W. Gunn stumped when appreciably nearer my wicket than his own! Arthur Shrewsbury complaining that it wasn't fair. There are two or three bright patches I can recall. For instance in 1904 when in three consecutive matches I got five wickets in each innings v. Yorkshire, six in each v. Nottinghamshire, and seven in each v. Sussex (including Fry and `Ranji').

There was one week in 1905 in which I had eleven wickets v. Sussex at Lord's (and got 100 in each innings; the double feat is still a record); and during the next three days in the first Test match at Nottingham I got eight out of nine wickets which fell in the second innings, the last man being out just before a thunderstorm broke -- and even then if Trumper could have hobbled to the wicket it meant a draw! This recalls the fourth Test match at Sydney in March, 1904, in which at one period in the second innings I had six for 12, and then got Noble leg-before and never appealed. The last man was in, and the match won, and there were reasons!

There is a good story of Dick Lilley, the best wicketkeeper in a big match we have known. In the Gentlemen and Players match at The Oval in 1904 I got a few wickets in the second innings. Then one of the `Pros.' came in and said, `Dick's in next; he's calling us a lot of rabbits; says he can see every ball you bowl. Do try and get him and we'll rag his life out'. Dick came in. I bowled him two overs of leg-breaks then changed my action and bowled another leg-break. Dick played it gracefully to fine leg and it removed his off stump! I can still hear the reception he got in the dressing room.

In that match Bosanquet took 8 wickets (6 in the second innings for 60 runs) and scored 145.

These performances, described personally, convey some idea of Bosanquet's ability but scarcely do justice to a splendid all-round cricketer. Quite six feet tall, Bosanquet brought the ball over from a great height so that flight as well as the uncertain break mystified batsmen until a whole side became demoralised. When playing a big innings, Bosanquet in fine upstanding style, put power into his drives and forcing strokes with apparently little effort.

Born on October 13, 1877, Bosanquet was sent to Eton and profited so much by coaching by Maurice Read and William Brockwell, the famous Surrey professionals, that he got his place in the eleven and against Harrow at Lord's in 1896, scored 120. In his second year at Oxford, 1898, he received his Blue from F. H. E. Cunliffe and played three times against Cambridge without doing anything exceptional. In those days he was a useful bowler, medium to fast, and gradually cultivated the leg-break.

Bosanquet played a lot for Middlesex from 1900 to 1908 and made a few appearances for the county subsequently, but did not bowl after 1908. His great year was 1904 when he made 1,405 runs, with an average of 36 and took 132 wickets for less than 22 runs apiece. Twice he put together two separate hundreds in the same match, 136 and 139 against Leicestershire at Lord's in 1900, and 103 and 100 not out against Sussex at Lord's in 1905. This was the match in which he took eleven wickets.

Among his bowling feats besides those in Test matches were:-- 15 wickets for 65 runs, including nine wickets in one innings, for Oxford against Sussex at Oxford in 1900; 14 wickets for 190 runs for Middlesex against Sussex at Brighton in 1904, and nine wickets in one innings for the M.C.C. against South Africans at Lord's in 1904.

Bosanquet took part in six different tours, going to America with P. F. Warner's team in 1898, and with K. S. Ranjitsinhji's team in 1899; to New Zealand and Australia with Lord Hawke's team in 1902-03; to Australia with the M.C.C team in 1903-04. He captained sides that went to America in 1901 and to the West Indies in 1901-02.

In addition to cricket he represented Oxford University at Hammer Throwing in 1899 and 1900, and at Billiards in 1898 and 1900.

Off-Road Mech by Stefan Paun

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This off-road mech is capable to travel 1200 miles without re-fueling. It's powerd by a V8 16.7 liters engine with 1248LHP (Leg Horse Power). The cruising speed is at around 160mph. It's equipped with powerful headlights for night time.

It's inspired by my last racing mech and Legohaulic's Off road racer.

Hope you like it :D

24 Sep 09, bridge3 by Fort Bragg, NC Paraglide

"photo by Dawn Elizabeth Pandoliano/ParaglideAn M1A1 tank is driv" "low maintenance bridge during the dedication ceremony held Sept." "the Construction Enginpeering Research Laboratorydesigned and bui" "made from some 85" "000 pounds of recycled plastics" "is the first structure ofits kind capable of supporting military" "wood and cement. It defies catastrophic failure" "withstands staticand grows stronger when exposed to environmenta" "itresists erosion" therefore "relacement cost is reduced." "photo by Dawn Elizabeth Pandoliano/ParaglideAn M1A1 tank is driven over the first termoplastic composite bridge to demonstrate the strength of the first 95 percent recycled" "low maintenance bridge during the dedication ceremony held Sept. 18 at Camp Mackall. Working in conjunction with Fort Bragg's Directorate of Public Worksand industry partners" "the Construction Engineering Research Laboratorydesigned and built the thermoplastic bridge to replace unserviceable woodenbridge structures on Fort Bragg and Camp Mackall. The thermoplastic bridge" "is the first structure ofits kind capable of supporting military equipment loads in excess of 70tons. Its' structural integrity surpasses that of traditional materials suchas steel" "withstands staticand grows stronger when exposed to environmental elements. Additionally" "fort bragg" army parglide soldier

LIFEBOATS B-810 & B-850 by John Ambler

Cowes Lifeboat B-810

Tabby Cat & Relief Lifeboat B-850 Edna May

in Gurnard Bay.

Both of these RNLI Lifeboats are Atlantic 85 B class lifeboats, which are 8½ metres long, are capable of 35 knots and can carry up to four crew members.

The Atlantic 85 was designed by the RNLI and has been developed over the past 5 years to meet the ever-changing requirements of the lifesaving service. It can operate safely in daylight up to force 7 conditions and at night up to force 6.

SOL Austin: Green Modern Home 16 by Beck-Reit and Sons, Ltd.

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SOL Austin: Net-Zero Capable

www.solaustin.com

Beck-Reit and Sons Ltd., an Austin General Contractor, has been working on sustainable construction methods since they day we started building houses. Our desire to build a better house led us to the development of the SOL (Solutions Oriented Living) subdivision in East Austin. We partnered with local architect KRDB to design, develop, and build a net-zero capable sub-division centered around a community of 40 modern homes. Thru passive design, efficient building envelope and solar power these homes can produce more energy than they consume. SOL has received national attention and has been featured in the New York Times, Metro-Homes, DIY Network’s: This New House, Builder Magazine, and Green Builder Magazine.

www.beckreit.com

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Photos by DeLea Becker @ Beck-Reit and Sons, Ltd.

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