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Opened in 1894, Tower Bridge was one of the finest examples of the practical application of steam-generated hydraulic power. It was initially equipped with two compound steam engines, one of which is seen above, preserved as an exhibit for those touring the bridge today.
The roadway sections of the bridge that open weigh over 1,000 tons. To open the bridge in a smooth, controlled manner took a considerable amount of power.
The engines were located in the vaulted engine house on the south side of the River Thames. Each engine drove two sets of hydraulic ram pumps which forced water into hydraulic accumulators. The water was stored at a pressure of 750 psi, ready to be delivered through a system of pipes to the eight hydraulic engines. There were four on each side and they were located in the bases of the two main towers of the bridge.
As with most Victorian plant, there was plenty of spare capacity. The bridge could be opened using only one of the steam engines and two hydraulic engines.
A cog wheel on the main shaft of the hydraulic engine engaged in a quadrant attached to the bascules, so effecting the lift. For one descent of the plunger in the accumulator, the bridge could be opened and closed twice. Thus when the bridge was opened infrequently, an engine only needed to work intermittently. On busy days, one steam engine would be kept running continuously at 10–15 rpm, keeping the accumulator topped up at all times.
A third steam engine was added to the arrangement in 1941. When the bridge was converted to electrical power in 1974, this third engine was removed to the Forncett Industrial Steam Museum in Norfolkshire where it can still be seen today.
The engine and room are very colourful, but I felt that this distracted from some of the engineering detail, hence the monochrome image above.
First of all, yes i edited the picture, but i needed some rest
Second, if you want to know why i have been so inactive, heres some reasons:
*Flickr is being a slow and buggy bastard, and...
*I have to resign every time i close the browser because Flickr doesnt like Google accounts, furthermore limiting my desire to come here so often.
*People's skills have evolved way beyond mine, and my success is always based on originality...
*...which isnt helped by my lack of ideas
Maybe one day, maybe one day this will be something i pictured when i started making this.
Complete with a 1 shedplate for Derby Midland shed, Midland compound 1000 stands inside Barrow Hill roundhouse
I spent time this morning in the waiting room of the local family medical center. We've all been in that situation. That sort of pensive time you spend waiting while absolutely nothing is happening. I occupied myself, as I often do, by studying every single object in the room. I was intrigued by a series of photos hanging on the walls. Local scenes, no doubt intended to show oneness with the community. However they seemed entirely pedestrian. I got the sense that someone went around and took all of the photos on the same day, simply driving from one place to the next in succession, as if checking all of the boxes on a form. The results were less than inspired. Almost like passport photos of places rather than people. I got to thinking about what separates those photos from what you or I do. It occurred to me that one way to avoid banality is to shoot ordinary scenes under extraordinary conditions. I don't come to a place like this to shoot documentary style photos for Findagrave.com. My purpose is to capture scenes of sensitivity, feeling and sentiment. This is one of those images that has come to haunt me, not in a sense of ghosts, but in an overwhelming feeling of dismal sadness. I was somehow able to leverage what was visible to the eye with how it felt to be here. You can't point to just one element; it's multi faceted. The ground fog was certainly a component, the sense of being closed in. Somehow the subtle angles of the grave markers plays into the feel. I'm not sure why, but I just know if the stones were all perfectly plumb and vertical it wouldn't have the same feel. This is the downslope end of the burial ground, right at the eastern boundary and adjacent to a wetland. I often try to work that boundary line into the image. In these parts it's often a gray area where the graves transition back into nature. I love surfing along that boundary and trying to capture a sense of it.
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100 ish shots with a microfiche viewer lens on extension tubes + bellows focus stacked.
Very shallow depth of focus and quite low contrast mean this has been shopped to death and cropped to get an acceptable image. What to do next with no money?
Brace height: 7 inches
Length of Pull: 261/2in -30in
Draw weight: 60-80lbs
FPS: 300-370 fps
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Sorry got lazy and didn't make any arrows.
Credit: The Wezzy- Color
Pastie:http://pastiebin.com/517214c9bdcf3
ONLY ONE PART!
Chaian, Upper East Region, Ghana. The larger square quarters are for the head man, the double rounds with flat roofs for wives, the round thatched for animals and the small round for grain. This is taken in February during harmatan when the winds are blowing down from the Sahara Desert.
We arrived at the research compound and found SGT Krutch deceased--we were a few hours too late. All his tattoos were gone to waste. Shame.
We started taking fire as we approached the gate so we held back to rethink our ingress plan.
This place would challenge us in ways we aren't prepared for.
This Biomax Research compound was thought to have the serum that could reverse the effect of zombification, or provide an anti-body. Unfortunately, despite having these cures, someone from the C.D.C. was blocking the distribution, and Biomax was locked down like Fort Knox.