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We got snow again last night. This time it better coated the ground, but the roads and driveway stayed basically clear.
Porter's Place, Lehi, Utah. Named for Mormon "Avenging Angle" and body guard to Mormon Church founder Joseph Smith, Orrin Porter Rockwell. His moto was "Always shoot first that way they know you are armed."
The side effect of shooting film is, by the time the film gets developed and scanned, spring is here
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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.
Delaying Justice So The Evil Ones Can Save Faces.
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残忍な殺害邪悪な夜慎重なミスコンダクション残忍な復讐思考の通気孔死の誤解を招く正義地平線を永遠に破壊する悪魔の悪魔ダガーを疑う首を切る.
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The westbound Zephyr is approaching a red signal at the west end of Eisele (Clay) on the siding. The oil train on the main is too long to fit between switches, and is waiting for the a clear signal at the east end to proceed east. Once the train clears the west switch, DS-380 will get the Zephyr a light to continue west.
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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.
A Delay In The Contiki Tour (0412)
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Late night inside an old abandoned, busted up Taylorcraft airplane at a decommissioned WWII airfield in Central California. I illuminated the airplane with a ProtoMachines LED2 handheld flashlight from multiple angles while the tripod-mounted camera's shutter was open. And indeed, the developer of the ProtoMachines, George Loo, as well as Dave Dasinger, joined me during a thoroughly enjoyable night of photography and tacos. This sort of light painting night photography was largely pioneered by Troy Paiva, so a tip of the hat to him.
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Nikon D750/Rokinon fisheye f/2.8 lens @ 2 minutes f/9 ISO 200. 29 April 2018 02:30.
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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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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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So, the delay was this northbound freight coming into the yard. It is possible it is a train coming off the Waterbury secondary, but probably more likely it was a freight coming up from New Haven, it was becoming a regular thing, although we had seen such a freight with 4 RS3m's, with this one only having 2. It would drop off and pickup cars in Hartford, then continue up to West Springfield yard. Not real sure about the symbol that Conrail was using for this train. Hartford, CT June 1978
More delays in the Mothership Storyline...
Have to take the cats around for walkies; they go a little crazy and get excitable if they get stuck inside too long...
(The next mothership chapter started getting huge while I was making the collages for it. Have to either cut it into parts or edit it down. Have some fun shots of Dania’s cats in the meantime!)
Mothership Dania Zarr and her two Necca Dog Alien Xenomorph “Cats.”
GWR Hall No. 6960 'Raveningham Hall' heads for Bridgnorth on the slightly delayed 1045 Kidderminster departure.
Severe delays in both diredtions on the District and Circle lines.
Victoria Station, Saturday afternoon.
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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?
Psalm 70 English Standard Version (ESV)
O Lord, Do Not Delay
To the choirmaster. Of David, for the memorial offering.
70 Make haste, O God, to deliver me!
O Lord, make haste to help me!
2 Let them be put to shame and confusion
who seek my life!
Let them be turned back and brought to dishonor
who delight in my hurt!
3 Let them turn back because of their shame
who say, “Aha, Aha!”
4 May all who seek you
rejoice and be glad in you!
May those who love your salvation
say evermore, “God is great!”
5 But I am poor and needy;
hasten to me, O God!
You are my help and my deliverer;
O Lord, do not delay!
My train ride to Oxford, where I would be teaching on the Understanding Historic Buildings course for Historic, was going well until we got to Warwick. Here we were held at a red light, the train half in and half out of the station. We were told this was due to a defective track. I sketched the view from the train, not knowing at the outset that we would be stuck for 68 minutes. Once we got moving again I saw that this is only a small part of an immense factory. Baxi manufacture domestic heating boilers. The delay means I will be able to claim compensation for the late arrival in Oxford, though I was still able to join the course in time for a cup of tea and piece of cake.