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On the Yukon River approaching Dawson City where many potential prospectors were met with treacherous waters and dashed hopes.
discovered this Gem while looking for spots i could get some Neon shots of.
will post a lm when i get back!
I dashed out in my dressing gown this morning to take a few photos and pick some fruit before the rain started. I couldn't resist the Verbena again - better bokeh this time and my favourite colour!
E is just learning her colours - she knows them all but the only one she can say is 'poiple' so everything is purple (including mummy) LOL!
As I was mentioning to Mark, over on his blog ....I saw a big bumblebee on a blossom... dashed out with my camera...but.........he was already gone. Missed him. I haven't seen many bees this season .. hope more show up. With less traffic, less smog and less happening outside, you would think there would be more of them.
so....I just took some pics of the pretty ornamental crabapple blossoms instead.....
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Ahhh! You may remember I met Magnus, Murdo and Mac a few days ago and Murdo was talking about going down to the Fintry Inn for a pint with the rest of the lads...all ten of them. Well, this morning I was surprised to see there were just seven of them on the hillside, and as I approached the others advanced as if eager to tell me more. It was Malcolm, Malkie apparently, who came to the front, actually a little sheepishly. I climbed the gate and went to them, arms out as if requesting an explanation. They responded with a low, "Ummmm!", puzzled expressions on their faces as if searching for words. And then quite suddenly it all spilled out, from Mingus of all bullocks.
Well, it seems they had all rushed the fence on the hillside, trampling the barbed wire into the damp earth, and rushed at a canter down to the pub. A great night ensued, raucous fun as they attempted the open-mic cowraoke session, fuelled with Magner's Irish hard cider. They had got through gallons. Five of them were just belting out "Beauty and the Beast", Celine Dion and Peabo Bryson (well, it had been Melville's choice) when farmer Fraser came in with three bouncy Young Farmers. It was hard to know who was more shocked: Fraser farmer or The Dirty Macs, as the bullocks had playfully named their singing group. The bullocks stopped singing and moving to the music and it became evident they had only been miming as the vocals continued without them. All of a sudden they decided to bolt, straight through the bar, all ten of them. There was mayhem, tables and chairs tossed aside like a full on Pamplona bull run. Initially two of them wedged in the door before Magnus hit the back of them at full pelt, catapulting Malkie into the road outside. The other's skittered after him out of the pub, hooves, flailing and skidding on the slate floor. Mingus, let himself go in the melee, and fresh slurry greased their rushed exit. But farmer Fraser pushed aside his young ladies at the bar and dived towards the door slamming it on Murdo's neck. He was trapped, and no matter how hard he tried, and bellowed, he couldn't get out.
Outside, there was only one thing to do for the seven brothers.....run! Run for the hills! And they took off at high speed up the road through the hamlet
Back in the Fintry, there was wild panic with three wild bullocks trapped in the bar. But Fraser and his young farmer helpers soon had all three wrestled to the floor. Jimmie from Northead Farm instinctively came up with the plan to reverse his Toyota Hilux and Ivor Williams stock trailer up to the pub door. The bullocks on the floor were released and all three suddenly dashed through the now re-opened pub door to find themselves shut in the trailer.
"So what became of Murdo, Magnus and Mac?" I asked.
"Dunno" said Mingus "We're all shitting ourselves wondering what's happened to them. They haven't showed up in the field yet, and farmer Fraser hasn't brought us any fresh hay or cattle nuts. We're all famished!"
The squirrel apparently did not realize that the chipmunk was on the stump, and immediately retreated as the chipmunk dashed away.
I seem to be doing things in twos this week: two shots of birds running across the water to take off, followed by two close ups of sandpipers (and at least four more sets of two to come). There is no master plan; I am improvising.
For this Spotted Sandpiper at Lonetree Lake, I declined to lie in the muck. Look at that green stuff. It looks like algae but could be goose poop, of which there was lots in this location. So I found a flat, clean rock to sit on. I had a Black-necked Stilt in my sights and was hoping it would come in close; instead I received visits from this sandpiper, followed by a Willet. The sandpiper dashed by me quickly and all I did was track it and fire several bursts, hoping for the best. It wasn't until I went through the RAW files that I noticed its passenger - a tiny critter clinging to its lower bill. I guess that's one way to not get eaten!
Photographed at Lonetree Lake, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2021 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
A shot from tonight's sunset at the fish quay . I seen the sky was looking canny so I dashed down the fish again. The rain clouds moved in just as the colour was starting . This shot was seconds before the rain after the rain that was it no colour .
Only my second ever sighting of one of these guys, this Bush Stone Curlew was at the same location near Bordertown, very close to the main Adelaide - Melbourne highway! It was one of two that had dashed for cover as I got out of the car, but a little patient wait with me standing perfectly still made one of them feel safe to come out in the open again.
I was taking a picture of something or other when I heard my husband exclaim "Whoa". I turned and saw this baby Green Iguana! Judging from its size, I don't think it was much more than 2yrs old.
I took this shot, but when I moved to get another angle, it took off...soooo fast, it was almost comical! (Have you ever seen what lizard legs look like as they're scurrying away?) It dashed into the nearby shrubs, and I waited a few for it to come back out, but it didn't.
This poor thing was probably someone's pet until it got a little older and it became obvious that they're very difficult to maintain...and downright dangerous as well. My understanding is that their teeth and tail are razor sharp.
Iguana wish you a Happy Gorgeous Green Thursday ;-)
I was originally set up for a going-away shot at St Bees for this so you can imagine my surprise and disappointment when it turned up double-headed! Anyway thankfully I managed to jump it to Workington as it had just shy of an hour and a half's booked stop so I dashed round to Derwent Jn here where the light just about held on long enough for it; the grids making a spirited departure getting under way from it's stop.
Bergen, Norway
One of the main reasons I wanted to visit Bergen was to photograph these houses – Bryggen, a harbour district of Bergen. They are not the easiest of buildings to capture especially from the roadside due to all the table and chairs and bus stops right in front of them, so in my opinion, the other side of the harbour probably produces the better overall image.
As usual, by the last day I’m in panic mode thinking I’ve not quite got the shot I had in my mind’s eye. As fortune would have it we got seated at a window table for breakfast and behold I could see the houses directly across from me – perpendicular and perfect for architectural shots! Since we were getting picked up for the return trip to the airport in 90mins time (which didn’t turn up causing another panic but that’s another story) breakfast was a rushed affair for me and I dashed back to the room for my gear.
The hotel staff were very accommodating and unlocked the doors so I could shoot outside from the waterside quay that runs along the length of the hotel (Clarion Hotel Admiral if anyone’s planned on going to Bergen – highly recommended).
A hundred images later and I think I’ve got my shots.
Seeing a patch of blue sky in the distance, I drove west to see if I could get this train in sun. At Lake Benton I was waiting to see if the sun would come out, and eventually it did. Excited, I could hear the train coming, I couldn't wait to get golden storm light with this train. Unfortunately, my hopes and dreams were dashed once the train appeared, the sun was completely gone a couple minutes, before once again behind the clouds. Easily one of the most frustrating moments I've had when railfanning. I guess on the bright side, an RCPE in daylight at Lake Benton is a blessing in itself, but to think what could have been...
Flybe has now ceased trading and all flights from and to the UK operated by Flybe have been cancelled and will not be rescheduled.
28th January 2023
FlyBe had 7 active aircraft in its fleet operating to destinations in the UK, Geneva, and Amsterdam.
Another sad day in the airline industry, regional airline FlyBe.
Snapped on iPhone 6 because I'm an idiot and dashed outside to the beach without thinking to bring my SLR. Doh! But a lovely sunset.
After waiting for it to leave Pontiac light and planning on lighting it up coming north, those were dashed because I left later than I should have, and did not have time to set up anywhere. However, in a stroke of luck, BNSF 725 still in the Warhammer scheme stayed in the lead after spinning the power. After about a 90 minute wait, I finally lit it up under more favorable circumstances.
A little over two months ago I began a series on here documenting B09, the (on paper) daily coil train that has recently been using a set of SD40-2s for power after years of widecab GE garbage. I stopped posting soon after and focused on exploring the SCIH, but that was only as far as uploading was concerned. I've managed to make time for B09 nearly every weekend since I began, whether that proves I'm persistent or have no life whatsoever outside of work is up for debate, but regardless: where we left off!
An early October rendition of B09 heads back east, backlit against some late afternoon sun. Per the usual I had shot this guy around the Harbor Belt portion of the trip then chased it eastward once they had a clear shot to leave. What I didn't expect was to be caught by a gigantic manifest on the CN en route, and I was almost certain my chances of beating this guy anywhere were thrown out the window.
But alas, coils are quite heavy and SD40s are not the most powerful motors in the world. I made it to the east side of Gary, parked my car, and ran up a rather steep embankment to see if I could see any sign of them having passed, but a green signal gave me the reassurance that I had somehow beat them. So I dashed across the tracks very irresponsibly and here we are.
B09 heads east thru Gary with 41 loaded coil sleds, snaking stealthily thru the city. The rusted rail in the immediate foreground is actually the Virginia St. underpass - yes there is actually a street under there. And for distant observers, the long-abandoned Gary Union Station is seen looming directly behind the train. Most importantly though, I am pleased to say that this pair sounded as good as the smoke would make it out to be!
Storm clouds brewing over Sudbury Hall. I dashed outside to catch this lovely display of clouds and light. For a few brief moments the hall was lit by the low afternoon sun and the incoming rainclouds just looked awesome. All over in 2 minutes.
I was sat in the Holiday Cottage last night, with the grey skies and forecast showing little prospect of a sunset. Then 45 minutes before the time of sunset a little light started to show in the gloom. I decided to nip back out and see what developed and went to the Elegug Stacks and Green Bridge of Wales, which were less than 10 minutes away across the Castlemartin Ranges.
It was pretty blustery and grey, meaning I had the place to myself, but as the clouds finally started to break up and let some colour and light in, it was clear that all the drama was actually behind me and the epic clifftop seascape was only going to stay grey!
So I looked around the vast clifftop expanse and the only feature worthy of interest was the little Flimston Chapel I had passed on the track on the way in here. So with the light disappearing and clouds building again quickly, I dashed back to the church just in time to capture this before the sun was eclipsed again by the fast moving clouds.
The light was spectacular for a few moments as the clouds parted and the colours were amazing. Hoping to get some more decent shots around here during the rest of my stay. This Medieval Chapel sits within the MoD Castlemartin Firing Ranges and can only be accessed during periods of non firing.
It is late in the day after a cockpit windshield shattering resulted in what should have been a noon departure from Calgary into a more like 7:30pm departure. Hopes dashed that we would get to see anything this day, we still elected to follow the tracks instead of making a beeline for our destination of Lethbridge. It turned out to the the right move as we were able to catch this northbound freight passing the elevator in Brant, AB with a nice consist of CP, KCS Grey, KCSM Grey, and CPKC power. Sure would have been nice to be able to chase it all the way up from Kipp Yard. Especially with a cranky EOTD that limited them to 25mph...
Nov '02 Pennyrock Wood has some lovely paths, Here with long shadows just before the sun dropped behind Loughrigg Fell.
The next shot was an embarrassing moment. I had been waiting for some walkers to appear, but as there were non about and only a minute or so to losing the light, I decided to use myself. I set off the self timer, dashed into the shot, then slowed to look like a natural walker. On turning round there were a couple standing by the tripod looking at me most oddly! ;o) The shot was rubbish too!
Fuji Sensia film. Nikon F2.
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Struggle after struggle, year after year
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice, I'm almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice,
A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
Gets dashed against the Co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kid's new gear
It's a big decision in a town called malice
~ Paul Weller, The Jam, A Town Called Malice
Was only able to get one shot of this little Skipper as it dashed off immediately after I grabbed this shot. It would seem some Skippers are more cooperative than others.
My best guess for this little camera-shy butterfly is this is a Fiery Skipper.
Barely seen in the Children's Garden at Dauset Trails.
We had a nice fog event last week, only I didn't realize it until after I slept in since we weren't going for a run. I dashed out, but the fog was burning off pretty quickly by the time I got to the forest preserve.
Decent sunset this evening so dashed up to Wainmans tower to catch the sunset. Think its worked okay
I've been so busy of late I haven't been out to do any landscape photography for what felt like an age, so when I had a spare few hours last night I dashed down to Rosebery Topping to check out the sunset and see how the heather was looking.
Well the heather was better than the sunset but I still got this shot that I like.
This is 2 shots taken in landscape mode and stitched together in PS.
Lee filters;
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“one may spin, revolve, float, fly;
be dashed gainst rocks;
be washed ashore and be washed away again;
before journey’s end.” — R.D. Laing
“Our whole lives may reverberate with the experience “of being sucked in, drawn in, pulled in, dragged down; of being rescued, revived, succored, welcomed; of trying to get in, but being kept out; perishing through fatigue, exhaustion; frantic, helpless, impotent, etc.” Laing believes many of us suffer lasting effects from having our umbilical cords cut too soon, or even at all. “What ’s the harm in waiting?” he asks. He suggests our navels may be the very cores of our being, the source of ‘gut’ feelings. (Contemplating one’s navel, he implies, may thus be the most significant thing one can do.) Laing then asks an intriguing question: “If you were to die now and be reconceived tonight, which woman would you choose to spend the first nine month of your next lifetime inside of?”
Morris Wolfe
Essays, New & Selected | July 1976
Photo: The Legacy of R. D. Laing: An appraisal of his contemporary relevance
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Chateauneuf Du Faou.
It looks like Notre-Dame-des-Portes, Roger. It has a fascinating history. When the Huguenots murdered the Catholic inhabitants of the area a ciborium, the vessel that holds consecrated bread hosts, was dashed to the floor. The priest, in accordance with the beliefs of the time, immediately knelt and consumed the spilled hosts and was slain on the spot. As a result this church became a place of pilgrimage once it was safe to have pilgrimages after the King's conversion to Catholicism. With thanks to foggyray.......Ray.
Lagagarbh Cottage, Glencoe, Scotland
Returning to my January Glencoe trip again and the most spectacular pre-sunrise sky I’ve seen there ……..and one of the best I’ve seen anywhere.
Given the weather the week I was up there together with sunrise times I had been going into breakfast as soon as the restaurant opened at 07:30. However, on this particular morning I looked out the window after waking up and my ‘sunrise colour’ warning siren was ringing slightly. Could there be a chance of some color?
By the time I was dressed and loaded the camera gear into my car the siren was ringing louder! I decided to see if I could take a later breakfast and luckily my request was granted. Breakfast worries resolved I set off to head towards Loch Ba and sunrise but, after a couple of miles, it looked like there was a band of cloud right on the horizon that might snuff the colour. Should I go on or turn around? Another half a mile later a layby appeared as if someone were giving me the answer so a quick U-turn later I was headed in the opposite direction racking my brains for a spot that might deliver the best chance of both a colourful sky and a good composition but I needed to be there within about 10mins. Not the easiest thing given the topography, road and the time constraint.
I suddenly recalled the A82 takes a nice curve near the Lagangarbh Hut so dashed to a nearby layby and dashed to get into position as the sky was starting to colour. My sirens were warning me I didn’t have long to get into position and I knew I needed to walk westwards along the side of the road to get a better angle. I therefore didn’t feel I had the time to find a bit of foreground interest so set up just the other side of the safety fence and started shooting.
10mins later I was a very happy Tog with a significant number of bracketed images on my memory card. I certainly haven’t had a sky like that in Glencoe before. Mission accomplished it was back to the Kingshouse Hotel and a very nice breakfast with the obligatory haggis on the menu….which I really like by the way.
I’ve posted two versions on purpose. One because it makes the Lagangarbh Hut more prominent and the other giving a better idea of the overall scene. And no, I’ve not had a funny turn with the colour sliders, that sky is real!
© All rights reserved to Steve Pellatt. Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit written permission.
The bird is actually flying out towards the Point. Very long distance shot and huge, huge crop, from the coast path below the YH.
I was staying at the YHA at Lizard Point, with the intention of trying to see and photograph Choughs if I could as well as a doing a bit of walking. At breakfast on the first morning after my arrival, I was sitting eating adjacent to the dining room window when a large number of Corvids appeared, swirling and performing aerobatics out high over the lawn and beyond the adjacent coast path. I realised some of the birds, perhaps 7-8, were in fact Choughs, having caught brief glimpses of long red beaks in the morning sunlight, amongst a mixed flock of Rooks and Jackdaws as well. I dashed out with my camera to see if I could get some shots. Unfortunately, the Choughs largely stayed at a distance like this one and I had little luck, though I got several other shots, nearer, but a bit close to the sun.
This was the only opportunity as the weather turned next day and photography was out of the question for the rest of my stay, though I did see a couple of Choughs feeding with a Rook on the grass by the toilets below the NT car park the next morning, got one shot before some idiot tourist scared them off!
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Had to kill some time waiting while the car was serviced, so I dashed to the Read Rock Garden to see what on offer for this snowy spring. MANY blossoms! Being so lovely so early in our climate means it does originate from the Eurasian steppes.
My friend was pretty excited to do so, until I convinced him he would be dashed against the rocks and swept down the brook over even more large and jagged rocks...
Joseph Howe Falls, Victoria Park, in Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada.
I am an admirer and frequent visitor to this area. However, on this day's visit my hopes for a sunlight view of the valley was dashed by rain and cloudyness. So, the next best thing was to attempt to capture some of the charm and mystic beauty of the valley from an out-of-the-way place. Lickskillet road was that place today. I tried to NOT over accentuate the grandeur of what I saw, rather I snapped a shot with my mind's eye and translated in processing what I saw and felt.
I have never seen such verdant green pastures and crops as I've seen in this valley. My interpretive self is in hyper-seeing mode! Truly an amazing place! If interested, learn more here:
I had an epic day yesterday. I thought I'd go down to the beach and try some driftwood sculptures. I made it onto the beach with a big sea running and the tide quite a. way under the cliffs. After trying to make a chair for a long exposure wave washed shot it slowly dawned on me that something was wrong. My chair kept getting washed away by bigger and bigger waves. It dawned on me that the tide must be coming in , not going out as I thought from previous visits. I quickly checked the tide times and realised high was at 16.30. I quickly dashed off to try and make it round the cut ioff point by the waterfall. As I approached I realised it may be too late, but I tried wading round, only to be knocked over by a big wave. My camera and tripod were under water for quit a while. Realising escape was not possible I calmed down and thought I'd planned for this scenario many times. I made it to a. recent rockfall and climbed well above the water. It meant I'd have to sit on the fall for about four hours , and hope there wasn't any rockfalls. It looked fairly stable above. All went well, even though the time took so long to pass, and I finally escaped the beach in the pitch dark, slipping and sliding over wet rocks, The Camera , needless to say isn't working, but that was the least of my worries.
This is a. watercolour sketch I'd done in lockdown, and I nearly joined him. I think all the disturbed nights and endless lonely days had affected my judgement :))) Knocked Down is by War On Drugs .
My last night in Richmond, I stopped to shoot the traffic a bit from one of the overpasses on my way back to the hotel.
This image overlays the light trails from over 20 photos, as traffic was light. The dashed lines are a work crew that drove through.
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The story opens with a poor soldier returning home from war. He meets a witch, who asks him to climb into a hollow tree to retrieve a magic tinderbox. The witch gives the man permission to take anything he finds inside the chambers, but he must return the tinderbox. In the tree, he finds three chambers filled with precious coins guarded by three monstrous dogs, "one with eyes the size of teacups", who guards a vault filled with pennies, one with "eyes the size of water wheels", who guards a vault filled with silver, and one with eyes "the size of Round Tower", who guards a vault filled with gold. He fills his pockets with money, finds the tinderbox, and returns to the witch. When she demands the tinderbox without giving a reason, the soldier lops off her head with his sword.
In the following scene, the soldier enters a large city and buys himself splendid clothing and lives in a magnificent apartment. He makes many friends, He learns of a princess kept in a tower after a prophecy foretold her marriage to a common soldier; his interest is piqued and he wants to see her but realizes his whim cannot be satisfied. Eventually, the soldier's money is depleted and he is forced to live in a dark attic. He strikes the tinderbox to light the room, and one of the dogs appears before him. The soldier then discovers he can summon all three dogs and order them to bring him money from their subterranean dwelling. Again, he lives splendidly.
One night, he recalls the story of the princess in the locked tower, and desires to see her. He strikes the tinderbox and sends the dog with eyes the size of teacups to bring her to his apartment. The soldier is overwhelmed with her beauty, kisses her and orders the dog to return her to the tower. The following morning, the princess tells her parents she has had a strange dream and relates the night's adventure. The royal couple then watch her closely. When the princess is carried away again, they unsuccessfully use a trail of flour and chalk marks on neighborhood doors to find where she spends her nights. Eventually, her whereabouts are discovered and the soldier is clapped in prison and sentenced to death. The tinderbox got left behind, so he cannot summon its help.
On the day of execution, the soldier sends a boy for his tinderbox, and, at the scaffold, asks to have a last smoke. He then strikes the tinderbox and the three monstrous dogs appear. They toss the judge and the councillors, the King and Queen into the air. All are dashed to pieces when they fall to earth. The soldier and the princess are united, and the dogs join the wedding feast.
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Unfortunately, he only came out to eat and then dashed right back into a shrub so only got feeder shots of him. I still love his gorgeous coat of many colors though!
Green Cay Wetlands
Boynton Beach, FL
After a steady rain shower, I dashed outside to capture the beauty of our lodgings when traveling in Kauai, Hawaii. The world in front of my eyes sparkled as if it were scattered with tiny diamonds.
There was chaos everywhere. The buildings were on fire, the citizens were screaming, the droids were blowing up and shooting everyone. I climbed a platform, looked around, took a deep breath and dashed towards the battlefield.
Unusually for Ayrshire we've a bit of fog hanging around, it rolled in from the sea again about 3 so I grabbed the camera and dashed out to the highest local spot I could find where I was briefly above the fog. Glad I made the effort, it was a wonderful sight.
Between Lincoln and York, the local averaged 50mph. A construction zone on Highway 34 dashed our hopes of chasing further.
Star has learned to take careful measurements of depth as well as surface strength before venturing out into the snow, perhaps imprinted from a time when as a kitten she raced across the cleared area in front of the house, and without hesitation dashed around the corner and found herself trapped in some deep snow...her chagrin evidenced by some very mournful wailing.
After a light snowfall an old barn stands on the edge of a deserted farm site, its faded weathered wood cracked, a silent monument to a life once full of promise. The sound of rusted hinges occasionally creak in a gust of wind.
On still winter days the light scent of aged hay drifts through the air carrying with it the sound of imagined footsteps of a farmer who has long since departed. This barn, once filled with the sounds of work—cattle lowing, milk pails clanking and the scraping of a pitchfork against the concrete floor now serves as a tomb for dreams that time has erased.
For the farmers who built barns like this long ago, each nail and board was placed with hope. As they fashioned the barn they imagined futures where their children would grow up and inherit the land, where the farmland would always be fertile and the rains would come at just the right times to water the earth and produce bountiful crops.
But as the years passed, reality shifted and ceased to be their friend. Droughts came, markets collapsed and younger generations including their children, left for cities lured by a lifestyle which promised them more stability. The land these farmers once fought to tame became a burden too heavy to bear alone.
Now, the barn remains, deteriorating under the weight of memories, a starj signpost of ambition and resilience, of dashed plans, of livelihoods lost to time and change.
And yet, the barn is also a tribute—a reminder that even in its decay, it still holds on long past its usefulness just as those farmers once did, through every hardship, holding on to their dreams until they too had to bid a reluctant farewell to their life’s work.
(Photographed near Mora, MN)
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 :-).
While out railfanning on Cajon Pass in March of 1986, I heard the Dispatcher call the crew of an Eastbound Union Pacific train and tell them that they would be taking the South Main where they would then be stopping for the company photographer!
My hopes of seeing a Passenger Special or some other interesting train was soon dashed however when the non-descript Intermodal and Autorack train showed up with a pair of recently repainted ex-Missouri Pacific SD40-2's:{
The dynamic brake equipped 3924 and 3923 (ex-MOP 6024, 6023) are seen at the location where the company photographer stopped the train for pictures.
I did my best to stay out of the way and I have no idea if the pictures that they took where at one point used for a company brochure or something similar.
The snow covered San Gabriel Mountains did provide a very nice backdrop but it was kind of strange as this is on Santa Fe tracks, not UP's!