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What a difference a day makes...
After the blizzard and strong winds of yesterday I awoke to a hard frost, clear air and blue skies. I just had to go back to Ribblesdale to see whether my sculpture from yesterday had survived and to try and get the ice shine pictures I originally envisaged.
And, oh boy, I wasn't disappointed!
Fresh snow had fallen and the wind had carved it's own wonderful sculptures. Aretes and fins aplenty and amazing meringue shapes around holes and dips. As we walked up to the place I couldn't see the sculpture and I doubted whether it was still there but as we got closer suddenly I saw it. The ice windows were much more translucent and the sun shone through strongly. This was perfect and exactly how I had imagined it.
But like a total fool I had left the pencil eraser, that fixed my camera yesterday, in a different jacket pocket and it started to play up again, and again and again. But despite it's lack of cooperation I still got what I wanted.
We hadn't gone there to do any Land Art but I couldn't resist a quick doodle before we went back to the car and slithered our way up the icy hill. A fitting end to my Christmas break as work looms large for tomorrow.
To Matt: it's about 3 feet high.
WIP
(this is actually my 4th or 5th unposted mech over here... backlog as usual :P)
SCOUT Mk. II
won't really write much about it since it's not done. :P
An opportunity too good to pass up. Alco 2-8-2, SOO 1011, is seen alongside modern CN GE power in Ladysmith, Wisconsin assembling cars in the small yard in town. Nice to see so much Soo Line preservation in town. It really gives Ladysmith much added character.
As a side note, 1011 is a sister locomotive to SOO 1024 that is displayed outside the Thief River Falls, Minnesota Soo Line Depot. Efforts are ongoing to add a roof structure to 1024 modeled after such displays like this one in Ladysmith.
Winter in Stokksnes in the beach with black sand and the majestic mountain called Vestrahorn, I like the difference in colors between the white mountains and the black dunes with the yellow grass
Imagine if you were unable to touch or kiss your newborn baby. This is an ordeal thousands of families, whose child arrives too soon, too small or too sick, are forced to go through each year. But you can help. By baking and selling cupcakes, you’ll be raising funds to help support families during what can be a very lonely and frightening time, and to provide a brighter future for their babies.
Some facts and figures:
• There is a shortage of 1,150 nurses to care for the 70,000 babies in need of specialist hospital care in England. Less than a third of units have enough nurses to meet minimum standards.
• Neonatal units are working way above recommended occupancy levels meaning there is no safety net for peaks in the number of babies being admitted to units.
• Families of babies admitted to specialist hospital care face a crippling financial strain on top of the normal costs of having a new baby.
• Over half of parents face the prospect of not being able to stay near their baby in hospital due to a shortage of overnight rooms for families.
Cake A Difference is the annual fundraising initiative from Bliss, the special care baby charity. Bliss offers guidance and information at a critical time in families' lives, funds ground-breaking research and campaigns for babies to receive the best possible level of care regardless of when and where they are born. Cake A Difference 2011 takes place from 14-20 February 2011. For more ideas on how you can support Bliss contact katiaw@bliss.org.uk
Go ahead, bake my day!
Any corrections in the identification of these supercars will be appreciated.
The Centerpiece is a McLaren 720S Coupe in Lime Green. Maybe a 2022. There are various models of the 720S Coupe and I'm not sure which model this is. I assume it is Luxury not Performance. I can't really tell the differences between model years. This could be a 2021 or a 2023. Any correction will be appreciated. The 720S was replaced by the 750S in 2023.
On the right is a 2007 Ferrari 599 GTB Fiorano
On the left is a 2018 Ferrari 488 GTB
cars.mclaren.com/en/super-series/720s
Fierce Elegance
A light and strong supercar shaped by the forces of nature. Honed by the elements. Poised for attack. And ferociously fast. Yet beautifully made, tactile and effortlessly usable, every day.
The McLaren 720S coupe is purposeful and radical. With apex predator responses. This light and strong supercar accelerates from 0-60mph in an incredible 2.8 seconds when provoked. And can cover a quarter of a mile in 10.4 seconds. From a standing start.
But raw figures don't reveal the whole story. There is pure driver engagement and contemporary luxury here too. In depth. A thrilling, accessible, natural balance.
Evolution in full flight.
The McLaren 720S is born of the McLaren design philosophy: everything for a reason. The powerful simplicity and integrity of this ethos shapes stunning cars. Through an intense, evolutionary process. The radical shape of the 720S is inspired by the teardrop. Nature's perfect aerodynamic form. It takes this shape because it helps to deliver superlative performance. And aerodynamic efficiency. Every design detail is the same. Created to improve performance. Sharpen handling. Intensify engagement. Enhance comfort. Beautifully.
www.caranddriver.com/mclaren/720s
Overflowing wow factor, track-capable but street-friendly, zero-to-120 mph in less than seven seconds.
With lust-inducing looks, blistering speed, and brilliant driving dynamics the McLaren 720S is everything an exotic car should be with the bonus of being easy to live with.
The mid-engine McLaren 720S competes against some serious players, namely the Lamborghini Huracán, Aston Martin DBS, and Ferrari F8 Tributo, 296GTB, and 812 Superfast. But no worries; this is an automaker with a Formula 1 racing pedigree. How much technology transfer from racing actually occurs is up for debate, but the company’s competition spirit inhabits this sinuous two-seater. Its performance matches its looks, which strike a deft balance between elegant and fiercely athletic. The 710-hp, twin-turbo V-8 and dual-clutch transmission partner up for a 60 mph time of well under 3 seconds, and build enough momentum to rocket the car passed the quarter-mile marker in under 10.5 seconds at over 140 mph. It’s got phenomenal grip and agility, too, but doesn’t punish its passengers on imperfect roads. Its shortcomings are few, so those who have the means to purchase a 720S will almost certainly be thrilled with its exotic looks and equally exotic performance. It will be missed.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McLaren_720S
The McLaren 720S is a sports car designed and manufactured by British automobile manufacturer McLaren Automotive. It is the second all-new car in the McLaren Super Series, replacing the 650S beginning in May 2017.
The 720S was launched at the Geneva Motor Show on 7 March 2017 and is built on a modified carbon monocoque, which is lighter and stiffer than the previous model, the 650S.
The vehicle was replaced by 750S in 2023.
Special Car
Christie & Raquelle
C. --- Have you been on the internet lately? [she says as she open's up her laptop]
R. --- No! Ever since I found out everyone thinks I'm "Bangs" I...
C. ---"Bangs"?
R. --- Yeah, that's her name now... But ever since I found out people think she's me I just could not bare to read their stupid comments. I heard they were on there saying things like...
C. --- [she reads from the internet...] "She's never looked better"...
R. --- Yeah and...
C. --- "Those bangs really cover up her massive forehead, she should have cut them back when she was on LITDH"
R. --- They're so stupid! We don't even look anything alike.
C. --- [she looks at her with side eyes and says...] Really?
R. --- We barely share a passing resemblance.
C. --- If I didn't know the truth I'd think Rachel was....
R. --- Who?
C. --- "Bangs"...If I didn't know the truth I'd think "Bangs" was your twin.
R. --- Well thankfully you know the truth! And soon the rest of the world will too.
C. --- How?... When?... What did you do?
R. --- I simply had a nice chat with Valerie when she was at F2K yesterday and I explained the whole situation to her.
C. --- Really?... What did you say?
R. --- I just told Val that "Bangs" and I were two different people... And then I told her that she's a nobody who's brother is a former con artist... And that she probably had her plastic molded to look like me because she's some crazed super-fan.
C. --- Quell!
R. --- What? It's all true!
C. --- That is not all true... [she thinks to herself for a second] Well, some of it's true but...
R. --- But nothing... It's all going to be in Val's next V. Blast!
C. --- And when's that gonna be?
R. --- It'll probably be up by the time we get to Drew's apartment....
_____
Part of F2K, Vol. 10
Film: Kodak Tri-X 400
Developer: Rollei Super Grain
Enlarger: Omega D5XL
Enlarge lens: Rodenstock 80mm f4 APO
Paper: Ilford Multigrade IV FB Glossy cool tone
Camera: Leica M6 + 50mm f1.4 Summilux ASPH
Classic Couple / 276
L➔R:
1973 Peugeot 504 Injection Cabriolet (still valid, Sept. 2021).
1966 Volkswagen Typ 113 Käfer 1300 (still valid, Sept. 2021).
Amstelveen, Bovenkerk, Noorddammerlaan, Sept. 4, 2015.
© 2015 Sander Toonen, Amsterdam/Halfweg | All Rights Reserved
The location of artist Demz's death. He was struck by an undercover police car while fleeing after tagging a wall.
www.miaminewtimes.com/news/demzs-death-witness-cops-recor...
Yep, rather foolishly I turned away for a split second. In that time this great white egret had snaffled a fish. In the lower photo you can see the distinct outline of the egrets lunch.
Makoto, Emily, and Yuki posed for a portrait. There are five differences in this pair of pictures.
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Created for the We’re Here day to spot the difference.
Group portrait photo (left) edited with ChatGPT (result on the right). The diptych was made using BigHugeLabs Mosaic Maker.
Jeff Fletcher’s comment below serves as the solution, including an unexpected sixth difference.
The bird in front is a Brown Pelican, the one I see most often, and until you see them together, only then do you realize how large the White Pelican is. That's a Cormorant behind the White. Sanibel Island, Florida, 2014.
Canon 50d; 400mm f5.6
...the age difference between my grandma and Eli.
It was my gran's birthday today and I took Megan and Eli over to her flat for lunch. I think it is so wonderful for Megan and Eli to have a close relationship with their great-grandma, and I'm so pleased to be able to give my lovely gran so much pleasure by involving her in their lives.
When I revisited Drybeck Viaduct for the GBRf cement this summer I was struggling to reconcile the view with that I remembered. I finally got round to digging out this slide which turns out to have been taken 25 years ago, no wonder things had changed. On 16 May 1998 37667 “Meldon Quarry Centenary” heads north on 6M90 Gascoigne Wood-Carlisle Yard. Scan from 645 Fuji Provia 100 transparency.
LE DIFFERENZE..................è buffo, due alberi uguali, nella stessa posizione, piantati nella stessa terra,........................uno ha quasi tutte le foglie gialle e l'altro........le ha quasi tutte verdi !!!
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The city
Milan, the capital of Lombardy, has a population of 1.3 million people. It is the biggest industrial city of Italy with many different industrial sectors. It is a magnetic point for designers, artists, photographers and models. Milan has an ancient city centre with high and interesting buildings and palazzos, which is why so many people from all over the world want to see the city of glamour.
These two similar species occur side by side in páramo in high Andes. The best way to identify them is by the shape of their bills.
Chestnut-winged Cinclodes was formerly called Bar-winged Cinclodes (Cinclodes fuscus).
1861 1893
my cactus flower is still blooming - show you a version, very close up - enjoy it!
Great weekend to all flickr friends!
Sometimes day and night just seem to run together, especially with a busy schedule.
I've used the wonderful stock from these talented stock providers: jlstock.deviantart.com/ (part of the sky), www.sxc.hu/photo/819677 (grass), sadly I don't remember where I got the tree brush from but thank you in advance.
Kyle 6843 works on putting its train together in Limon, CO. On the next track over the UP Limon local power rests after bringing in interchange traffic for the Kyle.
What's art about if it isn't about learning something? Well I learnt something. Several things actually. Will I use what I've learnt to grow and become wiser? That seems unlikely. So what did I learn?
1) Ice is very cold.
2) Icy water feels even colder.
3) Even kneeling on ice might not spread your weight enough to prevent it cracking.
4) Don't ever admit to doing something stupid. Especially not on the internet. You'll never know who might read it.
I've resigned myself to the fact that I won't ever feel confident enough in my creativity to know what it is I will make ahead of time, and I won't know how, whatever it is, will turn out. It was never an issue when noone ever saw what I make but now, a little self doubt lurks in the back of my mind, that I must make something interesting otherwise I shouldn't have bothered. Often, as I wander around some wild place somewhere (no not a bar in Blackpool on a Saturday night), I am thinking about future land art projects and the potential of different places. But always lurking there is the thought that it better be good when I get round to doing it.
On the face of it, this voice at the back of the room would seem to be a help, always encouraging me to try harder. But the weird thing is, this voice actually seems to be a hindrance. There is a subtle but important difference between "it better be good" and "I wonder if it'll be any good?"
When I listen to those words it seems to be an extra burden, a burden that makes it harder to tap into any creativity. I have no idea what creativity actually is, where it lives or how it operates. But what I do know is that you can plug into it directly if you would just relax and go with the flow. A sense of expectation of how something should be, how it ought to be, if only you tried hard enough is not where it's at. I think this is what I love about land art. As I start, the distractions, the so called "encouraging" voices just fade away and all that matters is the moment. And when enough moments join together, I often end up exactly where I wanted to be had I been thinking about it in the first place. I've said it before but it seems it is a hard lesson to learn. It's about the doing. The thinking, the planning, the expectations. None of this really helps.
So I set off, the frost crunching under my feet and doubting/encouraging voices in my head struggling to help me think of what I could do. I went to a small pool of dark water and tried to chop out some ice. Fun though that was, it didn't inspire me, so I continued to trudge up the hill. On the slopes either side of me, camo jacketed plonkers with shotguns and dogs attempted to shoot, stupid and inbred pheasants. A fitting challenge for the Saturday shotgun warriors. We haven't quite gone to the lengths of fencing in animals for rich (and fat) obnoxious clients to shoot but it isn't far off.
Now don't get me wrong, I am not hypocritical enough to suggest that shooting is completely wrong. I could only occupy the moral highground if I didn't eat industrially farmed animals and didn't ignore the fact that I couldn't kill, what I eat, myself. But I do wonder at the mentality of people who shoot animals for a hobby, as a way to relax, to let off steam on a Saturday morning. Does it make you feel manly to outwit a pheasant with a bunch of beaters, dogs and high powered weaponry? Is it simply target practice and honing a skill?
I always wonder whether they have something missing in their lives and their neuroses drive them to show off, inaudibly shouting "look at me, look at me, LOOK AT ME! I'm really, really important! I demand your attention!" Because what seems to be common amongst this activities is noise. Lots of it and the seemingly willfull need to pee off as many people as possible. Especially people who like peace and quiet!
How many examples can you think of? Here's a few for starters: riding big, powerful motorbikes around country lanes in the summer, riding jet skis across lakes and off shore, off roading on green lanes and shooting things for fun. Why oh why do all these things have to be so loud? And why do you have to do them in beautiful and quiet places and spoil the peace and quiet for so many others? Are you so lacking in empathy that you have no idea how you are spoiling it for everyone else? Or do you have a pathological need to take over places and claim them as yours to make up for your inadaquecies? I think this is one of the biggest splits in our species. The sensitive and the not sensitive. The noisy and the quiet. The considerate and inconsiderate.
So the soundtrack to my sculpturing went like this "hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" As the beaters flushed the doomed birds from the undergrowth and "KABOOM! KABOOM!" as another pheasant bit the dust. I expect that if I ever go mad that that will be the soundtrack to my insanity too. I wanted to stand on a rock and shout out "shut the hell up you noisy idiots!" to try and get rid of my frustrated feeling. But I don't think they were going to see the error of their ways so I went back to what I was doing with the frustrated feeling still present.
So what was a I doing I hear you ask?
A bank of fog was sliding in from the south, leaving the tips of the mountains poking through the sea of moisture. Unusually for an inversion, a layer of cloud lay above us too (me and the mountains) and gradually the temperature began to warm.
On another small dark pool I begun to lay out sections of frosted bracken, to make a pattern on the ice. When I leant back I noticed I had left hand prints where my body heat had melted the surface and I liked them and decided to do something along those lines instead. On all fours, I kneeled on the ice, positioning my hands to make prints in the surface, when suddenly cracks spread across the surface like fractured glass and I was about to become more acquainted with this medium than I originally planned. I had one of those Wiley Coyote moments like when he runs over the cliff's edge, only to be found pedalling in mid-air. Just for a split second gravity didn't grab me and then all at once the icey water and me, became intimate. I managed to extricate myself after immersing only one leg and fortunately I was wearing two pairs of trousers for warmth and had some spare socks, so pretty quickly I was dry again. I smirked to myself at being such a fool but soon found that the broken ice was fantastically clear and square edged so my foolishness had served a purpose and revealed to me the beauty of this ice.
I took a section and rounded the edges before trying to melt my hand print into it. I could only manage a little at a time before I had to rewarm my hand, so I challenged myself to count to fifty before I would put on a glove to warm up, only to try and melt some more for another count to fifty.
As the handprint begun to form I started to think about how I would be able to photograph it. The imprint was like a ghost, difficult to pin down, like a fleeting image in the corner of your eye. I put the ice back in the water but the image disappeared so I went searching for another way.
I found a slab with thick frost on it, so I melted another handprint onto it and placed the ice on top, in an effort to put a black background behind the imprint. This didn't work either. I then picked some holly berries thinking that I would squish them up and fill in the mould but that was also a failure. And then it dawned on me, bubbles underwater are very bright, especially against the dark, peaty water!
I went back to the little pool and to its twin with the unbroken ice. I put my handprint on top of it, face down so that air would be trapped and then started to ladle (I didn't actually use a ladle - who carries around a ladle?!) water from the broken pool onto the ice of the intact one. Soon the effect was working and I had learnt something new about contrast and ice.
After taking some more pictures of it set against the sky, I collected my gear and headed off downhill. The cretins were still shooting at anything that moved and the irritation at the noisy buggers still dwelled in the pit of my stomach.
At the bottom of the hill I sat and watched two Buzzards sitting in adjacent trees, one of which kept calling and flying to the other one, perhaps with spring on her mind. For a few minutes I watched transfixed and thought what magnificent creatures they are. As I set off again towards home I noticed that the feeling in my stomach had gone and a few quiet moments observing the wonder of nature had calmed and comforted me. That is all that is required for peace. An open mind and a moment to fill it. Perhaps the Saturday shotgunners should try it one day. They might actually like it and discover that there is another way.
Dhaka, Bangladesh, 2011.
People has a lot of differences.
Some of them prefer to live on the ground.
Some of them grasp the ladder.
Kamlapur Railway station, Dhaka, Bangladesh.
113 in 2013 - #16 Spot the difference
Happy Sliders Sunday - I have done so little sliding lately.
100 pictures -10. Humour (2013)
About six miles and 11 minutes later here is another shot of the westbound Montana Rail Link 'night gas' train behind SD70ACes 4406 and 4408 (both built new for the road in Apr. 2014). They are leading a trainload of refined petroleum products from Missoula to Thompson Falls as they swing around a sweeping curve at about MP 25 on MRL's 10th Sub Mainline. They are approaching the Renfro Lane grade crossing and passing the oft photographed mailboxes at the intersection with Big Sam Lane. In that the short span of time and distance since taking this shot: flic.kr/p/2nNkYqj the mountains have nearly vanished into the tbick acrid haze of wildfire smoke that bedeviled us the whole trip and challenged our shooting at times.
This is the original Northern Pacific Railway mainline that opened in 1883 as the second transcontinental railroad. This route was largely supplanted in 1909 when the NP completed a cut off between the mainline at Paradise and the Coeur d'Alene Branch at St. Regis creating a water level route from DeSmet (just west of Missoula) that exists today as MRL's 4th Subdivision Mainline. In days of old the 10th Sub over Evaro Hill was largely the domain of passenger trains though today MRL sees fit to use it for empty eastbound unit trains. The only exception to the rule are the gas locals which seem to take this route west whenever they can due to their light tonnage which allows them to make the hill with ease while shaving off nearly 30 miles.
These railfan favorite gas trains are the only trains on this end of the railroad anymore that are guaranteed to run with blue power. Strictly an intra-MRL operation, these trains came into being in 1995 when a gap was created in the 40 yr old and 531 mile long Yellowstone Pipeline when the Confederated Salish and Kootenai Tribe chose not to renew the pipeline company's lease of 21 miles of right of way across their Flathead Indian Reservation. To learn about how and why this came about this article may be of interest: www.bigskywords.com/montana-blog/the-yellowstone-pipeline...
Unincorporated Arlee
Lake County, Montana
Sunday September 4, 2022
...or, the battle of the lenses.
The second shot taken with the 50mm 1.8 and +4 closeup lens.
Made Explore 17 March 2009. #7 for a while - my highest entry to date.
My one and only (so far) shot with 500 views
3916 [T916 KKM] T916KKM (pres.)
Purchased from Arriva Southern Counties mid-February 2016; collected on Saturday 27th Feb from Arriva Southend. Accident damage repairs done in March, then a massive gap until clear out and repaint in November.
Well,well,well,after yesterday mornings washout,today was most definately SUNDAY :)
I headed up to my favourite place,Howick Scar,where everything seemed just right.The sea was dead calm,with the small waves rolling gently ashore,the sky was devoid of rain clouds which were replaced with a really nice sunrise and despite the sub zero temperatures overnight,it felt really quite warm with the lack of any breeze,absolutely perfect.
EXIF....F11....10 SECONDS....ISO 100....17MM....LEE 0.9H + 0.6S ND GRADS +HOYA ND8
EXPLORE #217 22-mar-10
Yes a photo taken somewhere different in the house. You'll be interested to hear (or most like not) that I'm running out of photos to post 😞 Things are also potentially afoot that may curb the amount of time I get to spend looking like this, we shall see. Anyhoo this combined with my current allergy fest has put paid to any me time in the last week or so. Hopefully my allergies have turned the corner in the past couple of days and might result in some opportunities later in the week. In the meantime this pic is from the heady days at the beginning of May when all was right with the McMinn world 😉.