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On a snowless February Monday in 2018, Y401 was tasked with shoving a unit train of new (build date 02/18) two bay hoppers to the end of the line on the Sauk Branch. At this point, PKS and Little Robert were working on splitting up the train for crossings near the Mazomanie Oak Barrens State Natural Area. 3928 and 3947 were Madison regulars at the time. These geeps were necessary due to the 6-axel restrictions on the Vita Spur and Sauk Branch.
The Sauk Branch begins from a wye in Mazomanie and at one time ran to Badger Ordinance just north of Prairie du Sac. During the WSOR era, the main customer was a co-op located between Prairie du Sac and Badger. It was hoped that more customers could be developed on the line, and at some point the branch was rebuilt, supporting 25-mph track speeds (if you build it they will come, right?).
Unfortunately, more customers didn't materialize. Then, the branch was made redundant after the lease of the Reedsburg Sub, which allowed access to the co-op from the north. Thus, in 1997 the last train traversed over the Wisconsin River bridge in Sauk City.
The future of the branch looked bleak. But with the tracks in place there was still a chance. Those hopes were dashed in 2002 when an attempted repair to the Wisconsin River bridge resulted in the main pier shifting. With the bridge structurally unsound, it was decided to dynamite this pier. It stayed in this morbid condition, with the former swing span cantilevered over the water, until late 2017 when another pier shifted. This prompted the commission to remove the entirety of the bridge.
Since then, the tracks north of the bridge have been converted to a bike trail. Work is on-going to build a pedestrian/bike bridge over the river. During this project, the tracks will be ripped up to County Road Y. Dane County is eyeing up the rest of the branch to tie it in with a network of bike trails around Mazomanie, but the WSOR has so far been able to keep these attempts at bay. For now, what's left of the branch is still used as car storage. But for how much longer remains to be seen.
Big thanks to my sister for telling me of this magnificent scene at dusk. I was already settling in the house when my sister said, "The sky is very orange, don't you want to take a picture of it?"
So I grabbed my camera and dashed out the door.
It is unreal.
Film of adventure here :
I was knackered… Another long week and being held up at 11pm in bridge traffic meant a 1am finish on the Thursday night – could I really be bothered heading for a wild camp about a 2hour drive away on a Friday evening? Maybe just relax, crack open a beer and watch the footy?
The good forecast saw me dump the beer and footy idea and I was soon on a familiar road headed for Glencoe. “90% chance of cloud free summits” one forecast read, with others along a similar vein. Pulling up at the car park under Stob Coire Raineach, I questioned my sanity. Cloud filled the sky as I watched the que of traffic coming off the hill. However, I eventually sorted myself out and was soon ascending the path to the bealach on Buachaille Etive Beag. Last time I had visited it was snowy and blowing a hooly! This time the wind was lighter and the ground was green and not white. Physically I was feeling strong, mentally – I was exhausted….
I sat at the twin cairn gaping at the cracking view to the big Buachille and eventually dragged myself up to start the final ascent to the summit of Stob Coire Raineach. I had planned on another camp on Chrulaiste – however I guessed it would be busy with the forecast and the weekend looming. I was hoping for a quiet time up here
The ascent is a little rocky in places from the bealach, but I was soon on the top taking in the views. At first glance I thought I would easily find a pitch with numerous grassy spots, however finding a place with grass and no rocks proved impossible. Eventually I succumbed and relied on the air ground sheet to do its best. Had I had my old rolly up ground matt, I’d have been in trouble ;)
Tent up, tea on and sunset was approaching. That wasn’t the only thing approaching – cloud was hugging the summits now and any thoughts of a spectacular sunset were dashed! 20.45 and I headed to bed- knackered!
Usually I sleep poorly on wild camps but tonight I slept soundly…. Until 03.49 am! I wasn’t sure if I was still dreaming but the whoosh, whoosh, whoosh of propellers and engine noise was growing to the point that I eventually literally jumped out of the tent thinking the helicopter was about to join me inside. The cloud hadn’t cleared and the helicopter passed up the glen with it spot light illuminating a huge triangle of space. This wasn’t good, I hope all involved are safe and well. Watching in the darkness from the summit I could see the rescue operation unfold for the next hour somewhere in the darkness towards the top of Beinn Fhada. Once again it shows the bravery and dedication these heros go through to help someone likely to be a stranger.
I headed back to bed hoping that all involved were ok.
Sunrise was due at 06.15, so I set the alarm for 5.15, but for the first time, I slept right through it!! I woke with about 10 minutes to spare. At first glance it was still cloudy and I contemplated going back to sleep. However I thought I better check the eastern horizon – just in case! I was glad I did because the sunrise was spectacular… In a frenzied 10 minute spell, I fumbled with lenses and tripod’s and got the camera set up just in time to watch the sun illuminate the clouds and then rise over the banks of fog that covered Rannoch Moor – an amazing sight! It was over just as quickly as it arrived and I was soon checking my weather app. Blues skies forecast – mmmmmm – Not here, not now and in fact the low cloud rolled in reducing visibility to zero – time to head off… I descended quickly into the gloom and was back at the car for about 09.30.
I saw the sky was complete blood red from where I live and i dashed out of the house to grab a photo. By the time I got to where I needed to be it was between twilight and sunset. So I ended up getting both phases in the same photo. It turned out pretty awesome looking. Unfortunately I ran out so fast I forgot my tripod. Oh well.
This is a very last minute shot. At 8 o'clock tonight I suddenly remembered Macro Mondays and so I dashed out to get something in the last of the daylight and found a couple of snails getting to know each other.
I'm not 100% happy with this one, but posting just because I haven't missed a theme this year
HMM!
I didn't know anything about this today, but luckily arrived in Carnforth on the right train at the right time to see the Royal Train parked up behind the station. A quick check of HRH Prince of Wales' agenda revealed he was attending something in Carlisle and Windermere today, which meant it was almost certainly headed north. With this in mind, I dashed off to Yealand with my eyes locked on to RTT maps. I was first to post this working before it had even set off, just to give anyone else a heads up. All in all a very successful day, albeit very long and tiring after a 5am start. However I did manage a few extra bits n bobs which I didn't intend on getting, as well as seeing 4 class 67's in one day!! Don't know when the last time that happened was!! The other shots will follow shortly.
This is the 1z39 Carnforth-Carlisle, conveying HRH Prince Charles. It would later return to Wolverton ECS.
We celebrated to see the mountains again.
Their smudged, gray-blue outlines, dashed with gray-blue snow, clinging against the horizon, smashed against the sky.
A trembling of hearts.
They're back, we said, and laughed a bit, and peered through dirt-stained glass at their time-carved bodies,
none of us admitting how much we missed their steady, distant, tremulous bulk, a barrier to time and man, protecting us from being squashed against the earth
like hard-bodied bugs, keeping the empty sky from crush,
crushing us until the air burst our bodies like vacant husks.
We sought them like signposts of idealized home, the giants which prophecy our endless space.
We knew where we were.
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I wrote that months ago, on the way back from a conference in New Mexico, as we crossed the border back into Colorado and saw the Rocky Mountains to our west again. I live my life ringed by mountain ranges, that connect the earth and sky, keep me safe and small.
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Went on a sunrise mission. First of all I was 4 minutes late for the best show. And I should have turned left to the Lake because the real show was there. Instead I headed to where I used to live with the river view. After that I dashed over to the Lake. lol
An afternoon spent chasing the light and the tide
I started off in Whitburn as I really wanted some more shots of the arches sadly I timed the tide wrong so it would of been suicide to try and get where I wanted to be.
I then thought I haven't got any shots of Charley's Garden with a high tide so I dashed over there and it was too high :-( so I ended up following the light down to St Mary's for sunset. I cant stay away from this place at the moment its such a great location with so many shots to be had.
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Explore #14 Thanks everyone for all the kind comments :-)
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We had some airline points that were going to be expiring and free hotel stays that were burning a hole in our pocket, so we dashed off to Victoria, British Columbia for a couple of days. No big plans, just to 'wallow' in a place that, in Canadian terms, is a little tropical.
A Black Country pub was left looking like an “earthquake scene” after the building was hit by an out of control car.
Five people were taken to hospital after the accident which demolished part of The Railway Inn, Pedmore Road, Lye, Stourbridge, to collapse.
Firefighters and rescue workers today said the aftermath of the smash resembled an “earthquake.”
The crash happened at 11.40 last night. The driver, a man in his mid-20s, remained in a critical condition today. The others, three females and a male, were treated for minor injuries at both Selley Oak and City Hospitals.
Specialist rescue teams had to fight their way into the crumbling pub to check if anyone was trapped inside.
The front left of the pub was demolished and the bedroom had collapsed into the road leaving a gaping hole in the front of the building. Furniture could today be seen tumbling out of the front of the building.Onlookers were this morning taking photos of the devastating damage on their mobile phones.
The car involved, a Seat Lyon, was still at the scene at 9am today. Its front bonnet was completely crumpled and firefighters had cut the roof and doors off to get to the people inside.
A neighbour who lives opposite, Mr Brian Westwood, aged 71, of Pedmore Road, said he heard a loud bang and rushed out of his bed to his window to see what had happened.
“I thought a car had crashed, which has happened here before. I dashed to the window and saw the car. I couldn’t believe a car had caused so much damage. People came out of the pub to lift bricks and rubble off the car and then the building fell in.
“I saw a big piece of brickwork hanging which then fell onto the people below and I though they might have been injured.”
Mr Westwood added it took fire crews more than an hour to free people from the wreckage of the Seat.
The latest woolly creation courtesy of MIJU Wools, Gloucester, in honour of the Coronation of HM King Charles III on 6th May, 2023.
I spotted on my Facebook feed that they'd installed it today, so dashed out to get a photo before the weather spoiled it or it was vandalised (yes, there are spiteful people out there who think it's clever to ruin other people's pleasure).
God Save the King!
DASHED - GOOD VIBES - FULL FACE 70% (new)
GOREGLAM 'Noire' Eyeshadow EVO X HD (add)
6. LOTUS. Romance Lips [boxed]
S-CLUB JEANIE FATPACK - 120123
Pure Poison - Serena Nails and Rings - Unpack
(Yummy) Pearl Strand Knot Necklace
she sleepwalked into the living room, sat on the couch and began brushing her hair with the dvd remote. I dashed for the camera and got back just as she discarded the remote in disgust.
Still asleep I handed her the remote again, and said "here you are, brush your hair" hoping for a photo but she threw it down and began brushing her hair vigorously with her hands... still funny but not as funny as with the remote
Tigger watching Naomi and I talk about houses and other exciting things. Tigger was hoping we were talking about giving her snacks...
Someone suggested to me that I create my own GT Sport calendar, so here it is! (apologies for the bad image quality).
All images are taken (and edited) by me. I've ordered one for myself and it hasn't arrived yet, but if anyone's interested message me and I'll send you some more screenshots of the whole calendar.
At the moment I'm not sure how to sell them (I am working on it though, and any suggestions are welcome).
Please ignore the dashed lines as these won't be in the final paper copy :)
Comet Neowise and The Plough from the road at Long Man Moor as it crosses from Teesdale over to Weardale, County Durham. Dazed, kamikaze rabbits ambled and dashed this way and that along the roadside and owls stared us down from their rabbit roadkill and flapped reluctantly off to perch in nearby trees until we'd passed. Jupiter, Saturn and Mars held court in the southern sky and the ISS sailed overhead- twice! - while we were out. A magic night.
The fact that this image came out OK amazed me, as it was taken on a heavily overcast, snowy morning with low visibility (26 April 2014). My camera kept focusing on the snowflakes, but I'm glad that at least one of the photos worked.
We certainly had a mix of weather last weekend. On the day this photo was taken, a few of us had gathered to go on a birding drive south of the city, but weren't sure whether to cancel the trip. We drove to the edge of the city to check out a huge pond, but it was decided that the visibility was just not going to be good enough, so the trip was postponed. Two of us did drive some of the backroads just south of the city and the snow did stop for a while, but the light was not good. I really appreciated the drive, though, as we went on a few roads that I don't drive, but now will feel confident to do so. Thanks so much, Terry! We had a few nice sightings, including a Moose, a Snow Goose (possibly a Ross's Goose) that I didn't see, and a distant flock of about 60 Mountain Bluebirds which was a real treat. The Yellow-headed Blackbirds are now back, joining the Red-winged Blackbirds that I believe arrived first. Feels so good to have them back again!
www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/red-winged_blackbird/id?utm_s...
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red-winged_Blackbird
The weather forecast for the next five days is mixed precipitation, light snow or snow-rain showers. Not quite the way one wants to welcome the month of May, but we can't complain. Compared to all those people who are suffering and continue to suffer the loss of loved ones and loss of homes and businesses, thanks to air or sea tragedies and the tremendous nightmare from tornado damage, we here in Alberta are very fortunate. My thoughts go out to all those who are going through such terrible times.
If I suddenly disappear off Flickr, it will be because of anti-virus software problems that surfaced this morning. No part of McAfee worked - anything I clicked on did nothing. There was no McAfee to be seen! When I bought my computer, it already had this anti-virus software installed on it. I have to remove it so that I can install Norton (that I've always used before). Just hope I manage to remove all the bits and pieces from the present one, or the new one won't work. Later: dashed out immediately to buy the software I normally use, and thank goodness, it seems to have installed successfully. Relief! Which was short-lived, as I find that now my printer won't work after installing Norton Anti-virus. Aren't computers fun?
I have to say, it's views like this that remind me of what I love about where I live.....and this is just a few minutes' walk from home. The light was beautiful last night and I REALLY regretted having got changed from work and dashed out so quickly that I didn't think to take my Nikon, everywhere I looked would have made the perfect golden light/beachy photo. So this is snapped on my Iphone 6 but not bad from afar :-)
In Explore Aug. 24, 2019
- Anaxagoras.
After the encounter with the summer tanager, we pushed on and continued on the trail. As we were walking, I saw this Swainson’s Thrush ahead of us foraging on the ground. There was a spot on the path where a beam of sunlight was coming through the trees. I was hoping that the bird will keep on moving towards the light. My hopes were not dashed as the bird casually walked towards the sunlit area.
I was ready with my composition and focus. But as he got closer, he started to veer right towards the light. I was torn between changing the composition and just going on with the shot. I took both images. This post shows where the bird is looking to the right, was my planned composition. I just hadn't anticipated the bird moving to the right of the path. Common wisdom suggests adding space to the direction in which the bird is looking, but that would have eliminated the pathway from the frame. I cropped the image into a 16:9 aspect ratio to accentuate the horizontal relief a little bit more emphasis. Let me know if this works.
dashed against the rocks
i survive again
to weather another storm
my drunken model k.b. had no idea that his prank would end up so artsy... hahaha!
"scratches" texture by (Leah)
Went out into the garden to water a couple of plants and heard the unmistakable call of this Green Woodpecker fleeing from a closeby tree in one neighbours garden. Dashed off for my camera! The bird had flown a bit further away into a tree at the back of another neighbours garden. Although they do frequent the area to forage for ants and worms etc. have only had very fleeting glimpses in the past.
PATIENCE
Steer the ship as you will, if the rocks are for you, find them you will. And when the sun shines brightest, into an ordinary day, the storm will come, and sweep you away.
No place to run, nowhere to hide, the ghost is in you. And the dream, the dream that you held, the one that kept you afloat, is dashed on the rocks. It leaks love and it's lemon drips drops.
Over and over, the cycle repeats, the same dream, themes, like a life of endless repeats. The message is clear, but falls on deaf ears. For the cage that was built, is lovely and sweet.
You have sailed, set forth, fought, but each time you die, you always survive. The clock ticks, but who notices time. What is this reason and rhyme.
Running, falling, climbing, basking in glory, failure or success, it's never enough. Love seeps under the door, I watch it go by. I know it's name, it's written in shame.
I am not what I love, I am tied to the chair. The room is filled with the empty of plenty, paid for with sweat, tears and the blood of my fears.
Then you walk in the door . . . . . . .
From ""The Book That Dreams"
© G P F for All images and text, please do not use without my express permission.
A tranqui moment down at Kelowna's beautify marina just over one week ago. Now being dashed by a new surge of flooding it is so disturbing for everyone.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR VISITS, COMMENTS, AWARDS AND FOR ANY INVITES,
Fiona shouted me through to the kitchen today to show me that a Red Admiral butterfly had landed on my car's headlight so I dashed out to try to get a photo. Luckily it stayed put for a wee while and I was able to get quite a few shots, of which this is the best.
San Pedro House, AZ
Gale force winds today on our road trip which really dampened any quality bird photo opportunities, but did manage a couple. This very obliging hawk caught some sort of rodent and ate it in front of us and then dashed off after another. He missed and then sat on the ground pondering life while I shot away. He eventually lifted up into the tree to bounce up and down in the wind storm while we called it a day and headed to Bisbee.
This Black Bear, photographed at Alligator River NWR in NC shortly after sunrise, was finished foraging through a corn field. After sizing me up, it crossed a drainage ditch to its left and dashed into the woods after traversing the wildlife road.
Two Yellow Baboon (Papio cynocephalus) youngsters hightail it across the Ruaha River shallows as Nile Crocodiles lurk near. The baboons did not like crossing the water so they really dashed through the water. Image taken in Ruaha National Park of Tanzania.
A photo I took in Eastern Turkey near the border with Iran at the Durupinar Noah’s Ark Visitor Center showing what some believe to be the remains of Noah's Ark. I put an inset into the photo showing the arc outlined with a dashed line
From AI overview.
"The primary biblical location for Noah's Ark is described as resting on the "mountains of Ararat". While this is generally understood to refer to the mountainous region in what is now eastern Turkey, Armenia, and Iran, rather than a single peak, the most prominent candidate for a physical site is the Durupınar formation near Mount Ararat in Turkey." "The putative site of Noah's Ark is a boat-shaped geological formation (that conforms exactly to the size of the arc described in the bible)....where researchers believe the biblical vessel may be located. Recent studies, including ground-penetrating radar scans and soil analysis, have revealed features such as structural patterns, subterranean cavities, and elevated levels of organic matter and potassium within the formation, which some researchers interpret as consistent with a buried wooden structure like Noah's Ark. However, geologists generally consider the Durupınar site to be a natural geological formation."
The trees wear their moss like coats in the winter. I'm actually quite envious of their style... soft, lush, verdant. This image was taken along Germantown road last weekend. I was driving up to a trailhead and these trees caught my attention, so I parked in the next pullout and dashed back down the road to make this image. I probably should wait for the Hasselblad version, but I was organizing images tonight and didn't want to lose this one. It's pretty much unedited from the original... I left the blue cast alone, because that's really how the world seemed at the time... the branches, fleshed with green, reaching into a pale and ethereally blue void.
And so as a result, you get two images from me tonight.
Something dashed past the kitchen window of our son's house when we were looking after the cat a few days ago. I grabbed my camera and just about got a snatched shot of this deer which was now investigating the front driveways of houses across the green. At that moment, a dogwalker came along and the deer turned and sped onto Chailey Common.
I went out to pick some raspberries for our tea this afternoon and it immediate started to rain heavily. I dashed inside and went to look for black clouds in the front to give me an idea of houw long the rain would last. To my surprise there was a silver lining - a rainbow.
Due to long-term poor health I'm unable to take on new contacts but do my best to reply to comments. Thank you so much for your interest, comments and favours on my photostream. Also for your good wishes. I send you joy and peace.
CURVE-BILLED TINAMOU Nothoprocta curvirostris. Curve-billed Tinamous are only rarely sighted or photographed. We were quite thrilled to discover this bird very early in the morning of September 1, 2017 on the upper slopes of Volcán Pichincha below the Yanacocha Reserve just to the west of Quito, the capital city of Ecuador. The tinamou abruptly dashed across the dirt road in front of us and then proceeded to walk and run along the roadside for a short while. This photo was taken at 6:52 AM.
The Curve-billed Tinamou belongs to the family Tinamidae and is found only in the Andes of central Ecuador and northern and central Perú.
Un Tinamú Piquicurvo Nothoprocta curvirostris se halló en las faldas superiores de Volcán Pichincha por debajo de la Reserva Yanacocha en el noroeste de Ecuador a las 6 y 52 de la mañana el 1 de septiembre de 2017.
The following day I decided to push myself harder and hike up to the 5 lake hike trail to spend some time quiet time just ambling around and photographing whatever took my fancy. With all my photo gear plus the essentials I was carrying much more weight than I'd normally take with me on a hike. The conditions were good though, so it was tiring, but still very enjoyable.
My furthest destination was Stellisee and shortly before that I hit the snow line and my progress slowed to a crawl. Battling through it, I eventually made it to the lake, only to find it completely frozen over and my original plans for a composition were dashed. Too tired now to walk around the lake, I instead set up the camera on the near side and see if I could find an image that reflected my experience of being there, all alone.
Committed to Kodak Tmax 400 using a 4x5" Wista field camera and 150 mm lens. Developed using Ars-Imago FD 1:39, dev. time as per the massive dev chart, and scanned with an Epson V850 using Silverfast. Positive conversion and contrast done with Negative Lab Pro. Dust cleaning and final contrast in Photoshop.
A fidgety Cactus Wren (Campylorhynchus brunneicapillus) takes a split-second rest atop the spikes of a cholla cactus. Darting from one spiny cactus to the next while shouting all about it, this wren and his/her buddies made their presence well known to those of us on the hiking trail. While this bird paused for a quick jittery moment, I snapped about a dozen shots and then he dashed off into his needled playground. Found throughout the American SW and Mexico, and shown here among a Sonoran desert scene in Arizona, where the Cactus Wren also happens to be the state bird. 🌵
Phoenix Sonoran Desert Preserve, AZ.
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I am proud to bring you the Barrel Racing event… ten days of the best cowgirls and the fastest turn and burn horses in the sport of rodeo. A cowgirl and her horse enter the arena at full speed, complete a cloverleaf pattern around three barrels (fifty-five gallon plastic drums), and then they race back out of the arena. The cloverleaf pattern is comprised of the three barrels being set in a triangle formation; the cowgirl can either take the right or left barrel first. Cowgirls are not disqualified for touching a barrel.
Time is kept by means of an electronic eye (a laser device), measuring the run in hundredths of a second, which means times are very close. If a barrel is knocked over then a five second penalty is added to the time, which almost guarantees the cowgirl no chance at the money. The fastest time is what will win the prize money.
Barrel Racing is a combination of several factors to ensure a successful run, how athletic the horse is, how good of a horsewoman and rider the cowgirl is, arena footing – the type of ground and the depth, and even a little luck.
The cowgirls and their horses gave a lot of try this year, and the horses dug deep down to give that little bit extra. Some dreams were dashed with a knocked over barrel, which allowed others to fulfill their dreams.
Come turn and burn with me for Barrel Racing from the NFR.
Last night the aurora activity was predicted to be at storm level, so I dashed out to this spot on the Northumberland coast. We spent a good couple of hours waiting for the cloud to clear... The strong glow still managed to push through the clouds giving us a great display . A great night out with Dru Dodd & Calum Gladstone.
Info :- Sony A7s & Samyang 14mm f2.8 lens. Taken at iso 3200 - f4 - 10 seconds.
Took a trip out into the Peaks after work. Driving out the weather looked promising, a nice stormy sky mixed with breaks of sun. Arriving I dashed up the hill just as the sun went behind heavy cloud cover, :( what was left though where some pretty dramatic skys and muted colours.
One more shot from our trip to the Zugspitze, Germany's highest peak. I dashed a few lines about it here: knipsr.de/zugspitze/ (Sorry but it's in German only.)
I changed my mind about the tilt-shift-fake and changed the picture as well.
Interesting geological formations permeate the eastern cliffs along the Royal Coastal Walk. The environment changes continuously from heath to open, rocky platforms along the cliffs. The Water-Run is a stream bringing fresh water down a gully eroded into the cliffs. The water eroded sections of the cliffside, with giant boulders dashed about the water’s edge, is known popularly as the Devil’s Dice. Watch the waves crashing against the rocks and grab a photo… or two.
Two GEN Shiryoku Agents travel in a stolen Black Sedan into Russia to retrieve valuable intel from a secret hard-drive in an old mine in Bakscharskoye, but while they enter the mine anonymous enemy agents set fire to the underground tunnel shaft, and the Shattered Glory Agents do not have even a second to spare . .
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Dr. Aito Olezka and Kaiya Yajontov pulled up in the stolen Black Sedan and then quickly dashed down the ladder in the corner. Now they find that they are faced with a dreadful challenge, as smoke and fire chokes their breath: they must get to that hard-drive before it is destroyed, and escape back to their vehicle before they are sabotaged!
This lovely rich coloured Fox was seen snoozing in the grounds of Osborne House on the Isle of Wight (was Queen Victoria's holiday home). We were only yards away before it woke up & dashed into the woods behind.
After finding out that IKEA had no current job openings Wage wasn't about to let his dreams of working there be dashed so easily.
He ran as fast as his wee legs could carry him into the carpark beside IKEA and then used the lift to go all the way to the top floor.
When myself and Mireille finally caught up with him he was standing on the top of the fence wobbling side to side. Mireille shouted at him, "Wage, don't jump, talk to us about it". Wage replied, "Don't be silly I'm not planning to jump, I'm trying to find another way in, like a back door!".
After an hour and a half of him trying the handle of every single door on the roof, sides and back of the store (which were all locked tight) he decided that enough was enough and that it just wasn't going to work out "this time".
From the Uglydoll blog at adventuresinuglyworld.blogspot.com/
Winnats Pass, Peak District, UK
© 2015 Paul Newcombe. Don't use without permission.
I had a quick sandwich and dashed out after work. Driving out to the Peaks there was some great light and a rainbow. But as I passed through Castleton I saw the last of any direct light on Cave Dale and Winnats Pass. I headed up anyway and tried to stay upright in the strong winds.
Luckily, as it started to rain quite heavily, the storm produced some lovely diffused light and colour with an almost misty quality. I was quite happy in the end. The camera was soaked but at least the wind wasn't blowing rain onto the lens.