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CN P900s northbound run up the IC was fraught with several delays. Several hours behind, it left Centralia at top speed with Amtrak hot on its heels until Champaign. When P900 rolled in, they had a whole safety meeting and a recrew that added well over an hour to their time, which meant that the summer gold light we'd all been expecting to see on this train was all but dead when it did move. Pity that, it would have been nice.
Still, we got a little bit of pink in the sky, and there was enough light to capture the thing at all, so that's something. Realistically anyone who expected it to get out of Champaign in daylight was dreaming. When the crops are coming up, finding the right field for a shot can be tricky, but thankfully there's a bean field just north of Leverett without too much brush blocking the tracks, so I was able to snap the whole OCS train in one go. CN3309 and CN3331 are both still quite fresh and their clean finish certainly looks nice in the last wisps of light for the day.
A rather delayed UA115 Getting Underway to Papeete (PPT). The passengers escaping blustery San Francisco to sunny and warm Tahiti.
A KCS Belle and a nice clean SD40-2 are trying to depart Bensenville Yard on Canadian Pacific train 281. Several bad order cars had to be switched out, delaying it's departure by a few hours.
Colas Railfreight Class 70s 70803 + 70802 pass through Chester on 6v38 1200 Blea Moor - Chirk,its believed the 70802 failed at Blea Moor on Saturday's 6v38 1246 Carlisle Yard - Chirk Log Train,photographed on 18/07/2021
A cancelled flight from Louisville caused me a day delay in Louisville. Lucky for me, the Kentucky RR Museum was only a short 45" drive from the airport. So here, I find the days excursion fresh back from the road in New Haven , KY on July 28, 2017.
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Ightham Mote (National Trust)
16th October 2024.
On this day......
1846 - William Thomas Green Morton first demonstrated the use of ether as a general anesthetic before a gathering of physicians at Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston.
1987 - The south east of England woke to a scene of descruction, the worst affected area following a massive overnight storm. With winds gusting at up to 100mph, there was massive devastation across the country and 18 people were killed. About 15 million trees were blown down. Many fell on to roads and railways, causing major transport delays. Others took down electricity and telephone lines, leaving thousands of homes without power for more than 24 hours.
Buildings were damaged by winds or falling trees. Numerous small boats were wrecked or blown away, with one ship at Dover being blown over and a Channel ferry was blown ashore near Folkestone. While the storm took a human toll, claiming 18 lives in England, it is thought many more may have been hurt if the storm had hit during the day.
Walk Day, 3/25/2020, Greenpoint, NY
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It was only when I overheard a telephone conversation on the way to our gate that I realised we were going to be delayed again. Last year it was patently obvious that we were going nowhere in a hurry as a blizzard engulfed Bristol Airport. This time the reasons were unclear, but as airlines do, they boarded us at the scheduled time, even though we’d just been told we’d be leaving an hour and twenty-five minutes late. We settled into our seats, shrugged and switched on our kindles. There was little else to do but wait patiently.
To say the man in the row behind us was getting irritable would be an understatement. To say he was fast becoming an irritation was also a bare representation of the facts as they stood. “Useless! Why have they boarded us if we can’t take off? We’ll probably have to get on another plane at this rate.” And so the one man tirade went on. A passing flight attendant was harangued on the subject of why we weren't receiving updates. Which I felt was odd, because the pilot had already made a number of them over the PA system. Perhaps his Royal Stroppiness wanted a minute by minute analysis. By now, we’d been sitting on the same spot on the tarmac for more than two hours, and while we were all feeling decidedly frustrated, the grumpy crusader in row twenty-two really wasn’t helping the mood. Firstly we’d been delayed because a member of the cabin crew had been taken unwell, and just when the emergency replacement had made it through airport security and been raced onto the plane, another problem arose in the form of a warning light in the cockpit. You know when that orange light appears on your dashboard and you think to yourself, “I really must get that seen to?” Well when you’re about to proceed at thirty-seven thousand feet for the best part of four hours, it really needs seeing to straightaway. An engineer was called. These things happen from time to time.
“Engineers! Pah! What do they know?” grumbled Mr Moan. “Absolutely nothing!” For a moment I thought he was going to sing “say it again” in an homage to Edwin Starr, but instead he expanded the subject of his rant. “Doctors! They don’t know anything either! Useless, the lot of ‘em!” The other passengers around us glanced at each other in a mixture of dismay and amusement. Was a doctor going to fly the plane? He might need the services of a doctor quite soon if this carried on. I was already considering whether to bring my 100-400 out of the bag and repurpose it over the top of his whining head. Would I be thrown off the plane or applauded by everyone else on board? Throughout the episode his wife sat next to him, smiling benignly. After four or five decades of this she’d probably either got used to it or gone deaf and decided not to see a doctor about it. Maybe she’d told him the doctor couldn’t fix it.
As the minutes ticked on, I decided to do a bit of online investigation to remind myself what our rights were. Evidently I wasn’t alone. I’d only typed “EU F….” into the search bar and Google knew what I was looking for. Three hours was the magic deadline for delayed flight compensation to kick in. The young woman in the row in front of us was looking hopeful. “We might as well be three hours late now,” she decided. “It’ll pay for half of the next holiday.” Lord Grump had by now gone temporarily silent as he realised the general tardiness of the day might deliver a cash bonus. I didn’t bother telling him that I'd just read the three hours thing was about how late you arrived at your destination, and given that the expected flying time would have made us nearly half an hour early under normal circumstances, we were still very unlikely to be hearing the sound of pound notes arriving in our bank accounts. At least he was quiet for a while.
Eventually, after sitting in this metal tube with almost two hundred other increasingly testy souls for more than three and a half hours, we were off. It was just after 1pm, more than three hours after the scheduled departure. No doubt someone holding the purse strings had urged them to get a move on before all of the operator’s profits on this jaunt and more were lost.
I’ve never spent seven and a half hours on a plane before, but by now I was half expecting us to land and open the doors to a wall of heat in a distant land where they race camels and small wiry men in keffiyehs converse in Arabic and drink mint tea from thimbles. But no, this was definitely Fuerteventura as I remembered it, the rugged lunar brown landscape rising from a glittering blue sea. Behind me, a voice murmured a scathing judgement on the subject of the latest cabin crew announcement. Maybe he should have offered to fly the plane himself. I just hoped he wasn’t going to the same resort as us. We landed at ten to five, just ten minutes short of the compensation hour. Funny that.
An hour or so later, in our rented Fiat Panda, we pulled up at our home for the next three weeks, and immediately went out through the back door to drink in the last of the evening sun. We were late again, but we were here. And there really wasn’t anything to complain about in that.
My wife always accused me of being a bit strange because I always saved the best bite for the last on my plate and I’m sort of that way with everything. That may be true of the sunrise that I encountered this past Tuesday on the bayou. I arrived at the park early and was on the bayou long before the sun came up. It looked quite bleak at first with a very heavy cloud cover hanging overhead and only a bit of light peeking through a slot in the clouds off in the distance. I thought about leaving when a very light rain fell, but it stopped and I decided to stick around. Things improved over the next few minutes and it would only get better as time passed. No need to comment on the dark skies photo as it’s merely here for reference purposes.
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I took this photo on March 19, 2003, the very evening after a sixty inch snowfall had blanketed this area. The view is of the Tabernash Meadow between Fraser and Tabernash at the western base of the continental divide approx. seventy miles west of Denver.
Just this side of the forested slopes in the distance can be seen a long Union Pacific coal train which is slowly making its way to Denver (moving toward the left). The westbound California Zephyr at Fraser has been delayed a few hours waiting for this train to pass.
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Severe delays in both diredtions on the District and Circle lines.
Victoria Station, Saturday afternoon.
With westbound traffic backed up due to single-line working, a pair of 76s kick their heels quietly at Dunford West, waiting for a path through the tunnel; May 1979
Just like baseball, you stop till ti's finished!
Going through some shots and thought I'd share this, my contribution to the artsy-fartsy side of Flickr. For those outside of the US you could say I'm taking the piss out of Flickr.
Guess I could've called this Bokeh Rain? Anyhow, as I said above lightning hunting is a lot like baseball when it comes to the Rain Delay. You hang out till the storm has passed and then carry on. Yeah it sucks having to wait in a downpour but the end results might just be worth it.
The second-last ever southbound Amtrak 'Hoosier State' was delayed a few times on its journey to Indianapolis from Chicago, such as here at the south end of Union Pacific's Yard Center, where KCS 4590 passes, serving as the mid-train DPU on doublestacks that were routed ahead of the 'Hoosier'.
Construction of the new project has been delayed after the lorry carrying the bricks to the site shed its load. Dan has taken the JCB to help clean up the road
Swiss is the launch customer of Bombardier's foray into the 100-125 seat market via their new CS100 jet.
The CS100 finally entered service last year (2016) after delays and cost overruns. Their new CS300 (130-145 seats) also entered service in 2016 with Air Baltic, much to the relief of Bombardier.
It's impossible to be bored with a camera in hand, even when your night flight's delayed for hours! This is a mix of two shots taken at Miami airport (the first, of the plane's tail, taken through the big window in the airport's waiting lounge; the other in the duty free area).
The two images were shot and post-processed on the iPhone using the Enlight app and its blending tools.
Day 48/366
So I currently own 4 dolls Blake my Rheia, Dawn, my Ante, Reign my Chloe and Bastion my Mirwen.
I plan to own Dezzy my Celine, Dutch my nanuri14 and Robyn my Feeple Rona.
I went from owning a Small collection of 4 to a collection of 7 and it's killing me because my room is very small and I don't want to have a huge collection of dolls.
So I instantly thought of who to sell. Dawn wasn't having it for she was my cute little girl who I didn't any problems with. Reign but this face he gave me today told me no as well. And Bastion and Blake also shook their heads.
I guess I am just going to have to deal with owning seven dolls. I never felt so content with owning dolls to the point that I will allow more to come in.
How do you guys deal with something like this?
Since December 2018, the former Rheintal-Express trains from Chur to Wil have been extended to Zürich HB. Half of the services are covered by the new Bombardier Twindexx Swiss Express EMUs of class RAB(D)e 502 - or at least, that is the idea: already heavily delayed in construction, the trains' beginnings in commercial service have been plagued by defects and malfunctions, such that in practice, replacement trains often have to cover for cancelled Twindexx trains. To this date (March 2019), SBB have refrained from using them on the high-prestige IC1 line St. Gallen - Geneva, preferring instead to try and get them to acceptable levels of reliability on peripheral services like IR13 and keeping loads of room in the rotations for maintenance and repairs.
Twindexx comes in three versions: IC200 (eight coaches, with IC equipment such as a restaurant coach and family compartment, class RABDe 502.0), IR200 (also eight coaches, but without the facilities mentioned for the IC200 trains, class RABe [without the D, as there is no luggage compartment] 502.2) and IR100 (four coaches, primarily destined to reinforce eight-coach trains, class RABe 502.4). Here, IC200 version no. 502 011 is passing Algetshausen on IR13 3276 Chur - St. Gallen - Zürich HB. Algetshausen, 29-01-2019.
GB Railfreight Class 92, 92043 approaches Acton Bridge at speed with the delayed Caledonian Sleeper Up Highlander (1M16).
The Highlander was late away from Edinburgh due to the Fort William portion being delayed over an hour by fire alarm activations.
The service was 34 Late at this point and eventually arrived into Euston 27 Late per the WTT, but only 14 Late per the GBTT.
The Highlander was faring better than the Lowlander, though - passing through only 14 minutes after 1M11, when the gap should be over an hour. With both of Friday night's Up services also delayed, this meant an unwelcome book-end either side of the weekend.