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A bitter cold Wisconsin afternoon, finds a late running Wisconsin & Southern T4R rushing westbound through North Prairie and clearing away the overnight snowfall.
WSOR T4R
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North Prairie, WI.
Winter 2020
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One of many phone charging cables I have, and yes it is bright pink, in the hope that I can spot it in the jumble on my desk :)))
I have also placed a magenta coloured light underneath the cable.
I've short-changed the elk rut in my photo stream so far this year, having posted only one shot. So here's the start of a short series to give that special event a little more attention.
Regular observers of the rut will recognize this posture by a bull when he is either charging another bull or gathering cows that have strayed too far. In this case it's the latter.
Bluebonnets taking flight.
Had serious problems logging onto Flickr yesterday. Seems to be working fine again now!
short trip to the North Sea to recharge the battery and make my little kid happy - sunrise in Norderney, Germany IMG_8836-2_7D800
I took this shot one morning last March off US-12 somewhere West of Lewiston Idaho, I believe somewhere near Pomeroy, Washington but not exactly sure. I walked along the ledge and ended up with quite a few pictures that I liked. As I recall, it was early, the sun hadn't been up long, but the clouds obscured most of the direct sunlight, so pretty much had cloud filtered light.
Tonight I'm in Otay Mesa, which is near San Diego and just about as close to Mexico. When you exit off I-5 onto I-905 then look right from the overpass, you can see into Tijuana. In fact my internet speedtest app on my phone thinks I'm in Tijuana. I use to worry T-Mobile would charge me for international data usage, but they never have, somehow they know I'm still on this side of the California border wall.
the Watchful above charges my dark and white matter on regular bases so i can mish mash lol.
i can go deeper about it, but everyone has their own theory, they're all right. I'm more bothered about how windows edit took my eyebrows 😁
OddBall firmly in his jaws, Jasper charges for the goal line. Surely his team will go to the championships this year with Jasper in such prime form.
It looked like a battle was about to begin when the rhinos would start to charge each other. Dust would fly and they would give chase. Really hard to say if they were playing or tormenting each other. They trusted each other enough to take turns rolling in the mud with the other standing beside them though.
The Sunday-only Potash Local makes a run down to the train's namesake town with a GP60 in charge. This line runs right by Arches National Park, and past some of the most breathtaking scenery in the country.
Autumnal colors surround CN U71481 03 as it enters Proctor Yard guided by a quad set of EMDs. Leading the charge on this empty Minntac stone is DMIR 408, a former Missabe tunnel motor.
This smallish Monarch butterfly (Danaus plexippus) gathering pollen on this nascent flower along the 'Long Trail' at the Springfield Conservation Nature Center. Both sides of the trail are lined with 5-7 foot (~2 meters) tall flowers and scrub trees. Lots of American goldfinches and butterflies gathering for the end of summer.
A nervous mother grizzly, decided to bluff charge us through the water. A bluff charge is meant to scare or intimidate and is characterized by her head up and ears forward and bounding forward on her front paws, then stopping short. After 3 or 4 bounds she veered off and went back to her cubs. This was captured from a safe distance offshore with a long telephoto lens.
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Ottawa, Ontario
Water charges over the Rideau Falls on it's way to sunset and the Ottawa River.
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The following evening sister engine 46100 " Royal Scot" charges across The River Weaver at Dutton in Cheshire with a returning Fellsman from Carlisle to Crewe.
Qalon throws up a cyber shield to defend against Armorsmith's onslaught; all the while snaking out cable tendrils waiting for him to get close enough to catch.
I stumbled across a new city tonight. I didn't get very far in exploring before I felt inspiration for a photo...
Violetilility
Это маяк Балюзек.
Море шумело где-то далеко внизу. Мы шли по заснеженному краю утеса, стараясь не глядеть вниз Скалистый берег будто сам набегал на водную гладь, врезаясь и вспенивая её. Вода откатывалась назад, не желая вступать ни каплей на эту холодную землю. Пускай даже такую далёкую, скрывшуюся от городов за горами и лесами. Последний аванпост человеческой души, покрытый скалами, бурой травой и редким лесом, который мерно колыхался от дуновений морского ветра. Отсутствие чужих следов на снегу подсказывало нам, что здесь уже очень долгое время не было ни души. Казалось, что дальше этого места лишь пропасть за горизонтом. Пропасть, в которую медленно заваливалось солнце, окрашивая небо в персиковые тона, совсем не свойственные этому суровому берегу. Мне здесь нравилось. Любая суета здесь переставала иметь хоть какое-то значение. Есть только море, маяк, небольшая группа единомышленников и лающая вдалеке собака. И иногда, можно разглядеть плетущиеся вдаль посудины, забредшие в этот далёкий край по пути к своей пристани.
Мы стояли на самом краю утеса и смотрели на маяк, жадно уминая свой ужин в виде пирожков с различной начинкой. Пар от горячего травяного чая уносило куда-то вверх. Морской ветер гнал его по склону подальше от нас, туда, где маяк жадно поглощал последние лучи заходящего солнца. Маяк словно заряжался светом. И лишь когда последние лучи скрылись за горизонтом, мы направились обратно к машинам.
This is Balyuzek lighthouse.
The sea roared somewhere far below. We walked along the snow-covered edge of the cliff, trying not to look down. The rocky shore seemed to be running onto the surface of the water, crashing and foaming it. The water rolled back, not wanting to touch this cold ground. Even if it’s so distant, hidden from cities behind mountains and forests. The last outpost of the human soul, covered with rocks, brown grass and sparse forest, which swayed rhythmically from the blows of the sea wind. The absence of other people's footprints in the snow told us that not a soul had been here for a very long time. It seemed that beyond this place there was only an abyss beyond the horizon. An abyss into which the sun slowly fell, painting the sky in peach tones that were not at all typical of this harsh coast. I liked to be there. Any fuss here ceased to have any meaning. There was only the sea, a lighthouse, a small group of like-minded people and a dog barking in the distance. And sometimes, you can see ships trudging into the distance, wandering into this distant land on the way to their pier.
We stood on the very edge of the cliff and looked at the lighthouse, greedily devouring our dinner in the form of pies with various fillings. The steam from the hot herbal tea was carried somewhere upward. The sea wind drove it along the slope away from us, to where the lighthouse greedily absorbed the last rays of the setting sun. The lighthouse seemed to be charging with light. And only when the last rays disappeared over the horizon, we headed back to the cars.
Nearly three months separates the photos in this composite. Yet it feels like much less in my increasingly contorted perspective of time. As a child I would sometimes spin in circles. I loved the momentary sense of imbalance before my senses fell back into rhythm. The passage of time gives me the a similar sense of imbalance. However these days the normal rhythm is never fully restored. I stumble from one season into the next with a failing sense of comprehension about the progression.
Photography at least provides me with a tangible set of way posts to mark my journey. My phone in particular offers an amazing visual tracking of life moments. I often cross through the camera roll quickly. It creates a weird motion blur where you can't really focus on a single image. Rather I discern only shapes and colors that correlate in part to the season in which the pictures were taken. Another trick is to zoom way out until hundreds of photos appear in miniature. Love seeing my recent life translated into to a mosaic, billions of pixels. Individually indiscernible, but collectively representing my daily experiences on the pathway of life.
Standing on the edge off this woodland pond the other day, I was struck by the cold and barren bleakness. I thought back to that brilliant October day when I stood in this exact same spot. The scene literally burst into vibrant and joyous color. This composite conveys that joy, but in a shocking, even disturbing juxtaposition. It put me in mind of the explosion of an underwater depth charge. Yet another unwanted time marker passing me by.
The ex-Delaware & Hudson RS3 4118 is gone, and the Anthracite Railway 1986 excursion are in the charge of an ex-Amtrak SW1. The train is seen crossing the trestle over the Hosensack Creek in Palm, Pennsylvania.
First off, I'll say right off, the photo quality here isn't the best but I actually do have a good reason for that being so.
Here's the story behind this photo:
Tim, Dana and I were leisurely floating downriver and to our right was this sow and she had 3 cubs.
They were walking along the river bank, up on the tundra but right next to the edge of the tundra where it drops down to the riverbank.
Downriver a little bit was a very large boar who was sitting right at the river's edge, in the water under some branches. He sat there most days all day because he was fishing there and he was big, older and knew how to fish without expending any or hardly any energy. He had a good fishing spot for himself.
As we were floating down, we could see the sow was aware of the large boar so she took her cubs off to the right and made a wide arc around the boar and then they made their way back to the river's edge but were behind some very tall grass down and just ahead of where we were in the boat.
Well, as we got to where she was with her cubs (we couldn't see her mind you because of the tall grasses), she came bursting through the grass at a full charge and she was huffing!
It was sudden and explosive so I barely had time to even get my camera up and to my eye. My first shot was blurry but this one, the second one was passable enough to share here.
Now I want to make clear, as soon as she saw the boat with the 3 of us in it, she immediately stopped charging and turned back around and went back to her cubs.
Our thought is that she was of course very well aware of that big boar she had just gone around and probably thought when she heard the movement of the boat in the water that it was the boar moving downstream towards her and she was going to chase him off.
But it sure did illustrate how if you are in bear country and you surprise a mama grizzly, and you are alone on foot, you damn well better have your bear spray in your hand and ready to go.
I've read so many stories about bear attacks where the victims had bear spray but it was in a backpack or some other stupid place where they can't access it in time and believe me, when these bears charge, they cover ground faster than you can say "Jumpin' Jack Flash!"
So it was a pretty incredible experience to see and of course, we really do not believe she knew she was charging 3 humans in a boat. She was well aware of that boar and as soon as she saw it wasn't him, she immediately changed course and went back to her cubs and continued on down the river.
In fact we kept floating downriver and spent time watching her and her cubs fish.
This photo is not cropped other than to straighten it. Forgive the poor quality but if you've read all the way down to here, hopefully you understand :-)