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HLCX 8148 and CP 6251 lead 471 through the classic curve at Donehower West. We were gearing up for a nice chase up Stockton Hill. But those hopes were dashed after a grade crossing car accident was reported further up the hill. So instead, we chased H19 which had a "mediocre" consist of CP 4421, SOO 4438, CP 6256, and two GEs. We doubled back to investigate the car accident only to find no traces or signs of trouble.
Times were changing on the CP. Four years earlier, leasers were a common sight along the River Sub. However, by 2015 they were long gone. Ironically, this one was a long time CSX resident, never serving for CP directly.
Standard cabs leading CP road trains were becoming less frequent. In the not too distant future, CSX would dump the remaining leasers off their roster, with the 8148 going to RailUSA working on the Grenada Railway. And from there, you all know the rest of the Class 1 story...blah blah blah PSR blah blah blah PTC blah blah blah ETTS.
Sony A7R : 70-150mm Vivitar (Kino) f/3.8 Macro Focusing Zoom
I dashed out and secured this image just as misty rain began drifting in from the high hills behind our garden. With a couple of rainy days forecast, it looks like being a wet start to the week.
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The convent was founded in 1181 by William of Pulín for the sisters of the Premonstrate Order. William of Pulín was forced to built this convent as a punishment for the depredation of monasteries and churches in Austria. In years 1330 - 1390 it was reconstructed into the gothic style and today you cen see well-preserved arches, key-stones and consoles there. The convent was burnt out during the Hussite wars and since the time we can speak about the decline of the convent. The efforts for the restoration of the convent in 17th century were dashed by fire in 1703. In 1808 the monument was sold to secular hands and in these days various cultural events take the playe there.
[CZ] Klášter Rosa Coeli - rajský dvůr
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I stumbled across this scene which looks like a nice flower farm, but it was actually an abandoned farm, the barn you see in the back was in quite a state of disrepair. Since these are bulb flowers they needed no there to tend them, they just pop up in the Spring without a concern for human intervention or care. So there was this slightly scruffy looking flower blanket out in the middle of nowhere. It was quite a site. Right next to to where I was shooting was a pile of bones. Looked like a coyote or a dog. Its just funny how happy an image can look when in reality the scene was kind of sad, like dashed dreams and forgotten hope.
I have been trying to push myself to do different kinds of landscape photography. I want to start doing more zoom lens work. Here I allowed myself to use some background blur to focus the viewers attention on the subject, the front flower. I shot this in a focus stack too, but I preferred the way this one looked.
Let me know what you think.
I'm sure you will remember me telling you about a new TV series called "Hope Street" which was being shot here in Donaghadee during the spring. I said that I would let you know when it will be shown on the television. I'm happy to announce that it is being shown on BBC1 Wednesday 24th November at 7.00pm.
Donaghadee is a coastal town just down the road from where I live and I passed them filming every day while they were shooting this 8 part police drama. I took some pictures of Asha outside the building used as the police station which I'm so glad I did as all the signs have now been taken down, the 'Hope Steet' sign and the Police emblems on the building etc and the property is just a seafront house again. I'm sure this building will be a focal point in this drama. In the series the town will be called Port Divine and Hope Street is a fictional name. As far as I know series two will be going ahead and hopefully many more series after that.
I was all excited when I learnt that Hope street was being filmed in Donaghadee as I was secretly hoping that maybe Asha would get to be in it maybe in series 2. As I know the person who supplies dogs for film companies filming in Northern Ireland. A few years ago Asha filmed a pilot show for an American production company. I don't know why they had to come to Belfast to film this show but they did and Asha and I were there filming for a full day and late into the night. Asha did very well on her acting debut and when I heard that Hope Street was being filmed so close to us I couldn't get this idea out of my head that Asha could maybe get a part in it. So it is bitter sweet that the show is now being shown which I'm really looking forward to watching but at the same time my aspirations for Asha being in it have been dashed.
This show is an American/British collaboration being made for the British and American market (and hopefully other countries) so with it being shown here this Wednesday it is possible that Hope Street will be shown around the same time in America.
I really hope the series will be good I have a good feeling that it will be a great police drama...
My first ever butterfly shot! I don't see that many butterflies around here, and had long given up on chasing them around in the hopes of capturing one resting on a flower - it was usually far too breezy anyway. However, sitting on my lawn, I spied this little fellow sitting quietly on a daisy in the grass - I dashed inside for the camera and when I returned it was still there. Unfortunately the breeze was quite strong, so this image was captured with my husband using a piece of cardboard to block the wind. I even managed a partial focus stack! The butterfly remained in place for several minutes before (I presume) the wind blew it away.
This is a male orange tip butterfly, Anthocharis cardamines, apparently rare on the Isle of Skye. I had to shoot it at f5, underexposed at 1/800th second in order to give sharp images.
This was shot with a broken macro lens. The previous day, I stupidly forgot about a faulty tripod leg - this resulted in the camera crashing onto a hard floor - I thought the lens was OK, then soon discovered it would not focus to infinity but luckily was still fine for the macro range. It now has an obvious rattle and will need fixing at some point in the future.
...and sometimes not.
I planned on working outside for the next week, at least.
now we are told that starting tonight it's going to majorly rain for the next week.
dashed plans.
which included sending my friend julia some dahlia divisions.
sigh...
Processed with Blackie
After taking the photos I had set out to snap further along the beach I dashed up to take some final images of Herd Groyne trying to catch the last colour in the sky. That photo was called last gasp sky, gasp as in I was gasping after running 400 m. I took that photo and it is now for sale at shop@theword, so now with a little more time I tried some longer exposures as I had plenty of rocks to diffuse the sea to give that ethereal effect. Here is the one of those photos.
Football fever once again grips a nation, expectations run high, only to be dashed by cruel fate. And a penalty shootout. Probably…
Canvey Island, Essex UK
Mississippi Export GP38-2s 66 and 70 pull through the backwoods along the railroad's Evanston yard to spot their cut of hoppers into the yard's south end.
The crew would then shuffle cars around the north end of the yard for another hour or so before tying down. Although my hopes for a southbound chase out of Evanston were dashed, it was nice to get a few decent shots of this unique operation. 1/7/2023
Spotted from my upstairs window after which I dashed down the stairs as quick as I could and grabbed my camera and flew out the back door. Lucky not to miss!
2022 Weekly Alphabet Challenge: F is for Forest. or Fox, if you will.
btw I had other plans till these showed up! Nice!
(behind my fence line lies a woods of endness delight, as long as the bugs are still asleep)
Yesterday afternoon was my perfect weather. A strong wind and really heavy showers flying up the channel. The heavy rain and hail had sent all the dog walkers scurrying back to their cars while I sheltered high and dry in a small cave. As soon a she rain stopped I dashed out to witness this mighty cloud. High and Dry is by Radiohead.
Just spent dinner time with my older son watching the classic Steve McQueen film "Le Mans". My younger son lost interest after he had had his pudding and dashed off to play minecraft... but it was amazing to see how my older son really got into what is quite a tragic and poignant movie touching on motivation, teamwork, daring and the spirit of never giving up!
I've still not managed out with the camera this year... I have time tomorrow morning set aside and already packed my bag... but undecided in this weather what to go shoot... I'll see where the wind takes me in the morning! I did fancy some woodland photography... but don't think that's the safest in high winds!
at least probably. Deadly poisonous it and its cousins are called the Destroying Angels and I can see why - it's gorgeous in almost all points of its fruiting. This one is about 5 inches high and my plan to photograph it through its fruiting cycle were dashed because something ate it right after I shot this. Bummer.
Find out more about why animals can eat these, but we can't here -
When I first saw this morning's sunrise I didn't think it was going to turn out so spectacular. But then I got a tip--off from my wife, grabbed my camera and dashed out on to the balcony. . .
I'm just back from a week in Scotland. Every previous time I've been North of the border I tend to have a great deal of trouble sorting through endless images of timelessly beautiful scenes, spoilt for choice you could say. This time it is slim pickings indeed as the weather was truly abysmal for just about the entire week. This was a shot grabbed by chance on the one afternoon it stopped raining and the clouds lifted above 200m or so. I happened to be passing the chocolate box scene of Kilchurn Castle on the shores of Loch Awe so dashed down for a few images. This is a location which encapsulates the romantic vision of Scotland held by so many.
Color at Wheeler Bottom: Yesterday morning I ventured down to the SWP in hopes of finding a unit sand train still waiting to go across the CSX at Broadford. Then follow the train up the former FM&P "Sheepskin" line to Smithfield, PA.
Unfortunately, by time I got to Broadford it was clearly evident that the train had already made it across the CSX and onto the FM&P. So versus trying to play find the needle in the haystack, I opted to drive straight to Smithfield and the sand terminal that is there to see if the train had made it there yet.
If it hadn't, time to backtrack and find it. If it did, good. Now I can get a plan together on dealing with the northbound run back from Smithfield. After arriving at Smithfield, the train had clearly already arrived and was split into 2 sections. The only problem? The power is nowhere to be found after looking at virtually every possible place in the yard.
So now begins the backtracking effort playing the same game I said I wasn't going to play with the loaded train...and here we are dealing with now an even smaller train size. The zinger though was the possibility of a BC Rail painted C44-9WL leading north.
I finally caught up with the train outside of Uniontown only to find that the SWP power was leading the correctly facing BC Rail unit...and dashed all hopes of seeing that lead today.
To not make a long story any longer, the train stopped outside Uniontown to pick up 80 empties to take back to the NS interchange. Here the train is crossing over the Youghiogheny River from the Wheeler Bottom PA side of the river to the South Connellsville, PA part of the river.
Fellow Flickr member E Roy Ward is pictured in the foreground doing his part to GTS.
It went AWOL all morning, nowhere to be seen, then suddenly appeared right in front of the Reedbed Hide in mid afternoon. 'Dashed' around there, hide chock full, got a seat, but shooting right into the sun as it refused to move across to the more equably lit right side of the hide. A frame filler - never had to work the point focus so much as it bobbed and weaved its way around the shoreline mud, feeding (I was stuck with the converter on - left the bag in the car in the afternoon - long story). Tweaked a bit on the computer to get some colour and saturation. Never seen one before so great to be there to see this UK rarity, irrespective.
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Some bird already obviously pecked a piece of this Swallowtail's wing...and then ...just as I was trying to get closer for a better angle, another bird landed in the lilacs and tried for a second bite. I yelled "bad birdie" ... and told him how naughty he was. I'm sure all the neighbours think I'm totally bonkers... anyway... it was either a sparrow or a chickadee; couldn't tell it was so quick. Off went the bird and the butterfly. Who would think the smaller birds would do that?..I didn't. Maybe that's why I hardly see any butterflies in my yard ...too many birds. This is the first swallowtail I've seen in probably a few years now...I was all excited and quickly grabbed my camera and dashed out... hoping for some time to get a few good photos...only to be thwarted by a bird!!
Harry woke up to the soft chirping of birds and golden rays spilling through his window. Excited, he grabbed his bucket and dashed outside into the dewy grass. The countryside was alive, and Harry’s mission was clear: collect treasures. He found shiny pebbles, vibrant wildflowers, and even a few colorful feathers. Each item was carefully placed in his bucket, a reminder of the morning’s adventures. As the sun rose higher, Harry sat on the porch, proud of his finds, dreaming of what his next adventure would bring.
Let the day begin !
Conway Scenic's 1751 makes its way over the Willey Brook Trestle on its way back from Whitefield. While at Whitefield, a NHCR crew brought the 1751 past the diamond on the old Boston & Maine Berlin branch to pick up a former Boston & Maine boxcar and a former Maine Central bulkhead that the Conway Scenic bought from the state of New Hampshire for $2. The Maine Central bulkhead is the last of the original 20 that the Maine Central converted from 40' gondolas. The boxcar is supposed to be repainted in Boston & Maine paint and both cars will eventually be added to their mixed freight train for Railfan's weekend. While it would've been nice to get them crossing with sunlight, a brief rain shower and some rumbles of thunder dashed that. Considering how unlikely it is that they'll have another freight move like this I'll take what I can get.
That´s what she told me when Phoibe dashed off after a squirrel...Her simple logic is so heartbreaking...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFF9pLfxhCI&feature=fvst
She´s got a point though, there was plenty of sunshine when Febe was with her...
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Golden-crowned Kinglet at Bombay Hook NWR, Delaware. This bird kept me hopping as it dashed from branch to branch and tree to tree. So many times I couldn’t gather in focus before it disappeared from the viewfinder.
Twisleton Scar on a deserted cold windy evening is still a sublime place to wander. This is one of the first scenes you encounter after making the climb up. I always have to stop here and take the scene in. The old Hawthorn Tree acts as a magnet and there are plenty of places just to sit on the Limestone rocks and contemplate matters after the climb up.
This was also the first place I went too after the first interminably long lockdown of the COVID pandemic and met fellow Flickr Pal Pete Rowbottam who was sat on this very spot, flying his drone in celebration of a new found photographic freedom.
Ingleborough sits in the background shrouded in winter snow. I wandered around for a couple of hours taking shots and waited optimistically for sunset. I had dashed down here after a day up on Coniston Old Man and the Coppermine Valley, before the weather closed in on the Lake District. My optimism actually paid off for once when against all odds I actually got a sunset later on this evening on the edge of Twisleton.
Took this shot and a few others of the Poppy in my garden as soon as it opened just as well as it was dashed by the wind and rain within an hour. :-(
This post isn't about the photo, it's all about the story Cleo wants me to tell you. Be warned, dog owners may not like it. :)
Yesterday afternoon all the cats were in the garden, not only my three but also Filou and Sethi. All was peaceful until suddenly two of the neighbour's dogs appeared at the fence. He has four but these two are the biggest troublemakers, very aggressive and they hate the cats. The cats know very well that these dogs would try to kill them if they had a chance. They barked and snarled and jumped against the fence like crazy. I'm always worried that one day the fence will give in. Filou, Sethi and even Fynn dashed indoors and as far away from the beasts as possible. Unfortunately Tofu was right behind the fence when it happened and paralyzed with fear. He just sat there with huge eyes, probably expecting to be a dog's lunch any moment. Before I could rush to his rescue, Cleo took over. Usually she just stares at the dogs with disdain but that day she did something she hadn't done in years. Ears flipped back and tail puffed like a bottle brush she ran towards the dogs and battered them through the fence with her paws and claws. The dogs were quite shocked, one of them whined when he was hit on the nose and they both quickly decided that it was time for a hasty retreat. Cleo was extremely proud of herself. The only girl in the cat family, by far the oldest and roundest, the one with arthritis, stood up to two aggressive dogs all on her own, whereas the boys were no help at all. She IS a heroine. Today the dogs were in their garden too but didn't go anywhere near the fence. I wish they had learned the lesson for good but I doubt it. They are just dogs after all. :)
Following `Banadrama' (www.flickr.com/photos/pogspix/28949881111/), our garden has been literally buzzing with wasps, and they were taking every opportunity to get into the kitchen to buzz in the fruit bowl!
In an attempt to encourage them to stay outside, we've placed a bird feeder with raisins on a wall further away from the house, and have been `supplementing' that with drops of honey on the wall.
I'm not sure whether the plan has worked, or whether I've just attracted more wasps than we would have seen otherwise; we're seeing up to 30 feeding at once on the wall.
Yesterday morning, I noticed the wall being lit by the morning sun, with bokeh from the feeder behind it, so I dashed out with the honey, and placed a blob so I could catch the wasps in some pretty light.
Grey Fantail (Rhipidura albiscapa)
I wandered out the front with the macro lens on the camera and spotted a Grey Fantail perched in our Cape Leeuwin Wattle Tree. A surprise, I have never had them in the garden before. I dashed inside and grabbed the birding lens, thankfully the pair, yes there were two, were still flitting around catching insects to eat so I was able to get a few images. They stayed for another 25 minutes before flying off.
5:30PM update - I just went into the backyard to get the washing off the line and the pair are happily flitting around the trees catching insects, some competition for the New Holland Honeyeaters!
There was a heavy downpour and thunderstorm over Hebden Bridge on Saturday and I dashed to the bus stop to shelter. After around 20mins the rain started to ease up and so i walked to the canal, thats when the sun broke through and gave this beautiful light making the scene feel almost like an oil painting. This was taken on an Olympus m10 mk II and unedited and no filters or effects used
This Loon dashed across the surface for quite some distance, grabbing water.
Taken during Delmarva Birding boat trip out of Lewes, Delaware.
Susquehanna double stack train NTV-9 negotiates the S-curve near Tri-Cities Airport in the Town of Union on 20 June 1987, with three pure ex-BN SD45s and a repainted F45 for power. The arrival of the EMDs sent the Alco fleet to the branch lines and also dashed hopes of seeing ex-Conrail C-636 units on the stack trains. Fans would have to wait almost 30 more years to see Big Alcos on the Suzy-Q, but their day would come.
Australian Brush Turkey
This magnificent male started scratching around 6 weeks ago at the back of our yard, under a stand of bananas. That's after eating a whole hand of green bananas the previous month. Between turkeys, bats and possums, we really don't stand a chance when it comes to any ripe bananas for our table.
Anyway... this turkey has now built a rather impressive nest by raking up all the leaves and our garden looks perfectly neat, he has saved me a lot of work and he is really welcome.
He's been at it most days, and all day long of late. Spring has arrived overnight - as it tends to do in our subtropics- and time is of the essence... He must impress the females by building a mound that they will judge good enough to lay into. They do no nest-building at all, they have life well worked out.
This morning a potential lady friend turned up to inspect the work. The nest builder got all excited and dashed from one end of the yard to the other, climbed up and down the nest mound, dug a few small holes in it to show off the quality of the building materials, all the while his bright yellow wattle was swinging in all directions. We were most impressed by this bout of vigour. The mound seems to be the right shape, a good height, in the best location...The female had a good look around, paid no attention whatsoever to him and then just walked away... leaving us feeling awfully sorry for him, and he - well devastated and rather tired-looking.
Not to be discouraged, he then spent the entire rest of the day raking up the leaves from under the nearby mango tree. The mound gained another foot in height. After such an exhausting day he finally retired to bed in our neighbour's rainforest...
And he completely missed what happened next... A female turned up on dusk and started to dig a hole in HIS mound! She was still fussing around when it got dark. We suspect a fresh clutch of eggs is now buried deep within the nest. There's no guarantee our turkey is the father but we sure are glad that his hard work is starting to pay off.
He will spend the rest of the breeding season making sure the mound temperature is kept constant for the eggs to hatch. Several females will no doubt lay in it. He will keep checking the temperature with his beak. If it is too high, he will ventilate the mound by removing some of the detritus. If it is not warm enough, he will scoop more leaves onto it.
We look forward to the chicks hatching. They will be fending for themselves from the very start as no parent will be there to look after them and show them the ropes..
Who ever said our turkeys are brainless??!!
Down Pleasant view
On Saturday evening.
Tracey saw the colours through the window as we were watching telly. We dashed out to see the sunset.
Got the red postbox too.
In HDR from Snapseed.
I removed a telegraph pole and wires.
Lancashire
Rose infrante (RM) - Un'insolita presenza di Rose nella Fontana della Barcaccia a Piazza di Spagna mi ha incuriosito ed affascinato allo stesso tempo.
Di: Stefano Innocenzi
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Rose dashed (RM) - An unusual presence of Rose in the Fountain of Four Rivers in Piazza di Spagna I was intrigued and fascinated at the same time.
By: Stefano Innocenzi
Capturing this image was no walk in the park! Cape Leeuwin, famously the most south-westerly mainland point of Australia, is where the Southern Ocean and Indian Ocean are said to meet. With no landmass to the south, the fierce southern winds batter this area relentlessly—this night was no exception, with gusts hitting around 70 km/h. Even the sturdiest rig would struggle, and the foreground caught a touch of motion blur from the chaos...especially the grass.
Adding to the challenge, the lighthouse is surrounded by fencing far from the structure, and it closes at 5 PM, leaving no chance to get closer after hours. It is lso left unattended, so, my plan to snag permission for a post-5 PM shoot was dashed.
I hunkered down behind some rocks for a bit of relief from the wind and lucked upon some wildflowers in the foreground. The lighthouse may look tiny from this distance and angle, but I promise—it’s there! 😉
The final image is a 4x6 vertical panorama, and while it wasn’t easy, the effort was worth it to capture this wild and beautiful spot.
EXIF
Nikon D5500 (fullpectrum mod) - Nikon D5200 - 24mm f/1.4
Sky: 12 RGB x 90s at f/2.8 - 20 halpha x 60s, f/1.8
Ground: 12 shots at f/10