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The difficult topography of Tasmania can be noted here with Thursday evening's paper train which can be seen here heading South ( towards where the train has just come from ) . The TR units can be seen approaching the Inglewood Road level crossing near Andover. It is about to negotiate a 180 degree horseshoe curve which will take it due North the line skirting the bottom of the hills on the right hand side towards Nala. This formation was created as part of the Tin Dish Deviation project of 1931 to decrease the curvature and grades although adding extra mileage to the line. The result was bigger loads and cheaper running costs.
Sunday 29th January, 2017.
Photo By Steve Bromley.
Difficult one to process since Narborough was sodium lighting but here is 47805 arriving with the 1Z61 1437 Blackburn - Leicester railtour. The 47 replaced steam loco Mayflower at Crewe 21/12/22.
Quenching your thirst is a necessity but for some creatures it is a time when they are most vulnerable.
This Reticulated Giraffe is drinking water from the Ewaso Nyiro River in Samburu National Reserve, whilst a couple of colleagues are on the lookout in case of an ambush from a nearby predator.
Difficult to be sure about its age and engine size, or even whether it's an Austin.
Got a more unusual Mini to come from later in the day.
Difficult to believe that last weekend we were walking in snow...this weekend some are sunbathing locally!
Dunnockshaw Communty Woodland, Cowbridge,Burnley, Lancashire, UK
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Difficult to get a decent shot of with the sun behind them, and consequently I had all sorts of trouble working out what they were until I got home with the pictures.
Brickell Key is largely regarded as paradise in the heart of Miami. It has come a long way from being an aggregation of discarded dredge material. Like so many islands found in Biscayne Bay, Brickell Key is a man-made creation.
When the Brickell's arrived at the south side of the Miami River in 1871, William Brickell built a home and trading post. The location of these buildings would later be referred to as Brickell Point. When the Brickell's looked east from their home, they saw nothing but bay water from Brickell Point to the peninsula that would later become Miami Beach. It wasn’t until Henry Flagler began to develop the city of Miami in 1896 that that view started to change. Flagler’s team removed a sand bar at the mouth of the Miami River. The team also used a dredge to deepen the river and bay adjacent to Flagler’s Royal Palm Hotel to create the first port of Miami.
The dredging of the Miami River was a point of contention for William Brickell. As part of the effort to deepen the Miami River, those that Flagler put in charge of dredging began to dump limestone and river silt along and just off the shore east of the Brickell property. It was the discard off the shoreline that began to create the first of two spoil islands.
During the dredging of the Miami Canal in 1912, the larger of two spoil islands ended up being expanded with additional river discard. The downstream dredge activity created a lot of free river silt that made its way to the mouth of the Miami River. This silt was then gathered and dumped in the area of the spoil islands. At this time, a smaller spoil island was forming to the southeast of the larger island. It was believed to have come from digging out a vessel that went aground on that spot.
By 1914, the widowed Mary Brickell was quite wealthy from land transactions. During the summer of that year, she had offered to remove the spoil islands at her own expense. The spoil islands were considered a nuisance and even Dr. James Jackson, the physician for the Royal Palm Hotel and later the namesake for Jackson Memorial Hospital, declared the islands to be a menace to the health and welfare of the public. The islands were considered unsightly, difficult to navigate and possessing an unpleasant odor. Mary Brickell had intended to pump the spoil material of the islands into some low lying areas on her property. However, there was enough opposition to her proposal that it was not accepted.
The fate of the islands changed in 1916. By late spring, the Florida Internal Improvement Fund (FII), placed in ad to solicit bids for the land mass. Bids ranged from $10.10 to $3000 per acre for the five acre island. Mary Brickell’s bid was $750 for the entire parcel. Her bid was not the winning bid. On June 21st, 1916, the IIF trustees accepted the highest bid and ordered a deed to be issued to Mrs. M.R. Burlingame.
Mrs. Burlingame was a business woman who moved to Miami from Michigan. She was one of the few women to own an advertising agency at the time. Mrs. Burlingame was a big proponent of promoting Miami as a year round living destination. It was her intention to annex the smaller spoil island and to ultimately build her home on the combined islands. However, prior to the end of June in 1916, Mary Brickell filed suit to challenge the deed issued to Mrs. Burlingame.
The law suit filed by Mary Brickell was finally settled in 1918. The Florida Supreme Court declared in favor of Mrs. Burlingame and a deed was finally and officially issued. By 1920, Burlingame announced her intention to build a hotel or apartment house on the island. The island was referred to as Burlingame Island. In April of 1922, the War Department (later managed by the Army Corp of Engineers), issued a permit for a bulk head and fill of the five acre island. This work was scheduled to be complete by the end of 1922.
However, by 1924, nothing was ever developed on the island. It was eventually sold to E.J. Reed of Miami, who filed for a permit to fill a much larger, triangular-shaped island. There was no evidence that this permit was ever granted, but the request provided a preview to how future plans would influence the shape of today’s Claughton Island.
Through the remainder of the 1920s, not much had changed on Burlingame Island. There was no development and it was said that trees began taking over the topology. Some would say that the island belonged to the raccoons and rats. Ownership changed again in 1932 when R.P. Clark purchased the island. His dredging company was responsible for enlarging the island to 20.7 acres. Mr. Clark owned the island until January 1937.
In the late 1970s, Swire Properties bought most of the island from Claughton. Since then, the island has been built out with some of the tallest buildings in Miami, and the Mandarin Oriental, Miami hotel, mainly during the condo "Manhattanization" wave of the 2000s.
Credit for the data above is given to the following websites:
www.miami-history.com/p/brickell-key-on-claughton-island
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brickell_Key
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Conditions difficiles, peu de lumière, du sport!
Difficult conditions, low light and Sport!
Il y a des monuments qui n'ont pas la place qu'ils devraient avoir dans les guides touristiques sans qu'on puisse savoir ce qui leur vaut ce dédain. Il en est ainsi pour l'église Saint Jean de Dieu ou San Juan de Dios qui pourtant est un des exemples les plus outrés du baroque qu'on connaisse. Elle possède de surcroît un somptueux retable churrigueresque (Le baroque churrigueresque est l'aspect que prend le baroque en Espagne au xviiie siècle et qui se caractérise par une abondance ornementale. Il développe en particulier les valeurs décoratives d’éléments singuliers tels que le retable, le portail, et la façade. Il tient son nom de la famille des Churriguera, sculpteurs à Salamanque, dont les retables sont célèbres pour être des structures spectaculaires, sculptées de manière artisanale, mêlant des motifs décoratifs islamiques, gothiques et plateresques qui sont refondus dans des compositions baroques extravagantes.) Elle se trouve entre l'hôpital toujours en activité et qui cache de belles fresques et d'agréables patios et une institution pour jeune handicapés mentaux, il faut passer par le petit jardin de celui-ci pour accéder à l'église. C'est peut être à cause de cette entrée un peu dissimulée que le monument n'a pas la notoriété qu'il mérite.
Dès que l'on pénètre dans l'église on est submergé d'or. Il n'y a pas un centimètre carré qui ne soit pas ouvragé, ce n'est que tableaux, fresques, stucs et sculptures.
There are monuments that have no place they should have in the tourist guides without being able to know what is their disdain it. This is for the Saint John of God or San Juan de Dios yet is one of the most extravagant examples of the baroque we know. It has moreover a sumptuous Churrigueresque altarpiece (The Churrigueresque baroque is the aspect that makes the Baroque in Spain in the eighteenth century and is characterized by an ornamental abundance. It develops in particular the decorative values of singular elements such as the altarpiece, the portal and the facade. It takes its name from the family Churriguera, sculptors in Salamanca, whose altarpieces are famous for being spectacular structures, carved by craftsmen, combining Islamic decorative motifs, Gothic and Plateresque which are remelted in extravagant baroque compositions.) it is located between the hospital still active and hides beautiful frescoes and pleasant patios and an institution for mentally disabled young, it must pass through the small garden of it to access the 'church. This may be due to this entry somewhat concealed that the monument does not have the recognition it deserves.
As soon as one enters the church one is overwhelmed with gold. There is not a square centimeter that is not carved, it is only paintings, frescoes, stucco and sculptures.
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Self Portrait.
Edit of a 360-degree panorama.
It is really difficult to stand and turn in a kayak with expensive camera equipment.
Fox River at De Pere, Wisconsin USA
Canon EOS 5D Mark III EF15mm f/2.8 Fisheye
Panorama consists of 14 portrait-oriented images which were stitched via PTGui (www.ptgui.com/).
The difficult thing about getting a shot of a Pipevine is to get it to stay still for even a second.
A very difficult picture for me. The Roman bridge is not enlightened and I have tried to have many stars on the image while limiting light pollution from the city in the background. Illuminate the building with a flashlight is not as easy as it sounds
The Pont Julien (French for Julian Bridge) is a Roman stone arch bridge over the Calavon river, in the south-east of France, dating from 3 BC. The supporting columns are notable for openings to allow floodwater to pass through.
It is located in the territory of the commune of Bonnieux, north of the village of the same name, and 8 km west of Apt. Originally, it was built on the Via Domitia, an important Roman road which connected Italy to the Roman territories in France. It was used for car traffic until 2005, when a replacement bridge was built to preserve it from wear and tear. This amounts to approximately 2000 years of uninterrupted use. - wikipedia
More difficult to distinguish between the Glossy and the Blue Eared when wet but this does appear to have darker blue ear coverts and a blue belly.
I love standing on the path next to this bird bath on a hot day and you can get much better pictures than if you drove around.
Lower Sabie has become one of my least favourite camps. Too many people, too many cars and not what I come to Kruger to experience.
Lower Sabie camp
Kruger National Park
Mpumalanga
South Africa
I am finding it is getting more difficult living his life, this is something I'm not happy to admit but it very true.
today I had to fix/take down some fence panel that had been blown from here to kingdom come the other night in the high winds we had.
Not normally a problem for most folk except I found it hard to find something to wear in his wardrobe, no honestly I struggled, jeans I had but a warm sweater and T shirt were know were to be seen.
Basically I did the job wearing his jeans and work boot with my black roll neck sweater with a cammi top underneath with of course a bra as I am large girl nowadays lol.
This wasn't a problem until the post man turned up who I met dressed as above, it wasn't until I signed for a couple of parcels that I realised how I looked. He must have wondered what was going on.
So do I revamp his wardrobe and can I bring myself to doing it?
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I'd never shared this before as I really didn't know what to do with it - I took it in some very weird conditions and have struggled to process it ever since! As you can see, the colour looks off... too green in the foreground and too pink/orange up top. But that's just how it is/was. If I altered one it would make the other (look) worse, so sometimes you just have to accept how unnatural natural light can appear.
This was from my walk around Bamford and Stanage Edges on the same day as that beautiful rainbow... and were the strongest winds I've experienced up there, getting repeatedly blown over before bouncing back... and having to brace yourself and tripod with everything you had just for an attempted snap. Composition almost became impossible to perfect, just a compromise job of getting it as close as possible before being blown metres off. Never mind the rain splattering all over the lens... It was a really fun day though.
Wish this was sharper but I had to post this red pair of Sympetrum vicinum that skirted a pond then flew up in the tree above us. Difficult distance, angle & light but I was thrilled they perched at all! Autumn's have been scarce so far this Fall but it has been hot so their numbers may pick up. And there are just no other dragonflies out there other than the elusive Shadow darner. I had vicinum till almost Christimas last year - very unusual.
After a cool, windy day yesterday we dropped to 42oF this morning. We woke up to a chilly house with the dogs snuggled deep under blankets! I've got the fireplace on for them. At best we'll warm up to 70o today - an abrupt switch after our 80o+ days.
>> Sympetrum vicinum, mating pair @ Gibbs Gardens a few days ago, North Georgia
It was really difficult and tiring to capture these moments. I have followed the chicks movement after fledging. All the days I had to stand out in rain and sun from morning to evening with hope that the chick will hop out into the open and sit in a clear background. But when I see these images a great deal of satisfaction fills my heart. Not always you get lucky like this, so make it count when you do.
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Taken on Difficult Run in Great Falls Park, Virginia. This was shot using a 65 year old vintage 1950's Canon f/1.2 LTM lens with a 6 stop ND filter.
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having a difficult year with the nearly constant heat wave whole summer.. there were just not many at all, by now only a little bit more.. I was happy though to be back in your company:
So we meet again - Melody Gardot
Giọt nước mắt của chiếc lá vàng đã đầy như thế, nhưng trong khóe mắt vẫn còn một dòng nước chực tuôn ra. Lá vàng sẽ rơi, sẽ xa lìa cành, sẽ vĩnh viễn nằm xuống. Lại liên tưởng đến nhiều thứ nữa trên cuộc đời, những người thân, cha mẹ... thế nên thấy buồn... thật buồn!
Explore highest position: #179 on Thursday, August 6, 2009
The Egret had a difficult time swallowing this Bullhead fish as it has barbs around its mouth and on the pelvic spine. They must have been quite sharp as he kept dipping it in the water and trying again. After numerous attempts, he finally managed to swallow it but there was a big bulge in is neck on the way down.
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quelques difficultés avec la faible luminosité.....posté néanmoins pour la richesse(chargée) des sculptures
L'intérieur de la nef de l'église surprend par le raffinement et la virtuosité de sa voûte. La décoration des piliers et de la voûte est de pur style manuélin. A l'entrée de l'église, on peut voir les tombeaux de Vasco de Gama (sculpté de cordages, de sphères armillaires et autres emblèmes marins, et de Camoens.
Les bras du transept de style baroque ont été érigés par Jérôme de Rouen, fils de Jean de Rouen et renferment plusieurs tombeaux royaux. Dans le chœur reconstruit à l'époque classique, on découvre un tabernacle en argent du XVIIe siècle, de l'orfèvre portugais João de Sousa (1674-1678), offert par le roi Alphonse VI en remerciements pour sa victoire dans la Bataille de Montes Claros (17 juin 1665) face au royaume d'Espagne, et aussi plusieurs tombeaux royaux.
[13:15] Eamon Cale slowly climbs the steps to Yuri's door. His face is difficult to read, a careful lack of expression that almost masks the shadow of concern in his eyes. It deepens when he sees the door standing open. He enters, silent as a shadow himself, and closes the door behind him. The room beyond is empty, silent as a tomb, and it takes him a moment to find the door hidden to the right of the kitchen. He enters the room beyond without a sound, only his gentle, rasping voice. "Yuri?"
[13:18] Sayuri Ushida let out a faux, rasping breath, the sound being lost in the bible that she was clutching so dearly to her bosom. Eamon would recognize it as one of the bibles that sat in the pews..."I....I figured you would come, Padre...." She forced a small smile on her lips, her fangs peeking out of her mouth. "I'm sorry....." She had been saying those words over and over to herself for the past few days...whether they were meant for her or for God was yet to be determined. "Come sit with me?" Her eyes pleaded as she weakly motioned to the chair, that bible easily slipping from her grasp and tumbling onto the floor.
[13:21] Eamon Cale quietly crosses the room. His boots thump softly with his steps, that half-off gait that's his signature now bringing him to her side. Slowly, he takes a seat in the dark chair beside her bed, and folds his hands between his knees as he looks at her. "There is nothing to apologize for," he says, and reaches out to take her hand. His eyes are shadowed with more than concern now; it's a grim and gentle sorrow. "I couldn't let ye do this alone."
[13:25] Sayuri Ushida gently squeezes his hand with what little strength she had. "I never thought it would come to this, Eamon...I always thought....that I was stronger than the evil....Maybe...there really is no hope for those like me. I've killed, I've beaten, I've cursed others to this life that I am trapped in....It never ends, does it?" Her voice was childlike, the worry and fear of what was to come now evident. "All I wanted...all I ever wanted....was to be free. And to never be alone.....at least God had finally answered my prayers..." She brought his hand to her cheek and brushed against it, much like a feline would do. "I hope....my letter didn't disturb you too greatly..."
[13:31] Eamon Cale's fingers gently thread with hers. He strokes his knuckles over her cheek, then leans forward, clasping her hand between his broad ones. It is a death bed, of that he has no doubt. He has sat at the bedsides of the dying too often; there's a feel to the room, a hush of expectancy found nowhere else. "Disturb me?" He pauses. "No. Worried me, aye." He unfolds one hand and strokes her hair back from her brow, a touch tender as a father with a child. "Freedom, like all things worth having, lass... it comes with a price. This is not a life God intended for ye."
[13:36] Sayuri Ushida almost seemed to purr under the touch as more and more of her original self started to show. "Padre....do ya' realise 'ow long it's been...since I 'ave felt genuine warmth?" Crimson tears started to well up in her eyes, though they were blackened due to the drying blood within her. She never wanted that touch to leave, but she knew deep down it wouldn't be long until she was freed from her icy prison. "I was...readin' Oedipus Rex before I wrote that letter to ye'....made me wonder...maybe this -is- what God 'ad planned all along...maybe he wanted ta' free me from whatever the devil 'ad in store....Like Oedipus...I tried ta' avoid fate....but it came aroun' full circle an' bit me, no pun intended...." Her eyes begin to droop as she focuses her attention on the warmth coming from his hand. "Such a comforting touch....we've been 'ere before...wit' you by me bedside, comfortin' me an' chasin' away me fears. Yer a father ta' me, in more ways then one, Eamon..."
[13:42] Eamon Cale's expression gentles; his eyes are dark, and shining in the room's dim light. "I believe everything happens for a reason, aye. 'Tis all free will--I don't believe we are predestined to be one thing or the other--but every action we take, right or wrong, God weaves into His plan. Perhaps..." He covers her hand in both of his once more. "Perhaps ye were meant for me, too. To help me better understand. I'm more than... priest, to hybrids and Midian's poor in spirit." The words remind him of her Bible study, the brightness of the center, how hard she had tried to fight the nature she'd been given. "Even the so-called monsters," he says softly, "have a God-shaped hole inside them. Ye taught me that, Sayuri." He smiles quietly. "Mo."
[13:47] Sayuri Ushida felt a peaceful calm wash over her as she heard his words. Never had she dreamed that she'd be one to help better a priest. "God does 'ave a funny way o' workin', dun' he?" A geniune, angelic smile came to her lips as what was left of that false personality melted away. It was no longer Sayuri the vampire laying on that death bed...no, it was without a doubt, that impish feline with a knack for melting people's hearts and making their days just a little bit brighter. "It's almost time fer me ta' go, Eamon....I ain't never been to a funeral, so I ain't to sure what to do....an' if I see God, do I call him 'Sir?'" She managed a small, almost unheard laugh. That was the thing about Mo...even in dark times, she always had been able to make light of situations.
[13:57] Eamon Cale searches the face of the frail lass before him, and feels his throat grow tight. His hand is once more gentle on her brow. "'Come to me,'" he whispers, "'all ye who are weary and burdened, and I will give ye rest.'" His face creases in a brief, melancholy smile at the soft, fading sound of her laughter. They had lost that bright lass, and only found her again now, with death waiting close by. "When ye see God, love, all will be well, whatever ye might say or do. Ye can't want wrong things in heaven. Your heart is your own." With a light thumb, he traces the sign of the cross upon her brow. "Through the holy mysteries of our redemption, may almighty God release ye from all punishments in this life, and in the life to come."
[14:00] Sayuri Ushida felt the room growing darker around her, her eyes falling completely shut. She had so many things she had wanted to do, to say...to live. But she knew well that her life had been over the second she was turned. All that passed from her was a last wish, a selfless one at that. "The Lord be with ye, Eamon...." Tears of dark sanguine trickled down her cheeks as she fell silent, her grip on his hand slowly fading until those slender fingers slipped from his completely. She was gone now, into that topoured state, and with a soft smile on her lips. If he were to focus, he may just hear her laughter, rejoicing with the angels that she was finally free.
[14:08] Eamon Cale's vision blurs; his voice is hoarse. "And also with you, lass." He watches her in silence, and feels the gentle clasp of her hand relax. Softly, he kisses her fingers, then he places her hand upon her chest. From an inside coat pocket, he draws out a clean handkerchief, and cleans her face of blood, revealing a look of peace. "May he open to ye the gates of paradise," he says softly, "and welcome ye to everlasting joy." Rising, he signs the cross over her, then with infinite care, he lifts the sheet beneath her and covers her body. His hands are deft, swift and sure, and the temporary shroud hides her gentle from prying eyes. With that, he picks her up in his arms, a slender fragile weight, and turns to carry her 'home.'
[14:12] Sayuri Ushida felt a tug from the 'other side'...she wasn't dead, nor living....just...at peace. She could see Eamon with her body...'Padre....can you hear me?' She mentally prodded at him. If he was as in tune as she had hoped, he would 'see' her...her true self, that neko he had met those many months ago. 'I'm safe 'ere Padre...an' warm....it's so wonderfully warm....Promise me ya' won't cry, kay? Fathers ain't supposed to cry...me mum and brothers say thank ya' fer takin' me home....I dun' think I'm gonna come back fer a long while, kay? But I want ya' ta' keep me updated...an' if you an' Elise ever have a baby, you damn well better name it after me! Remember...I'm always jus' a thought away...." Her voice fades, leaving him with a sense of calm that she had made it to where she had always wanted to be.
[14:18] Eamon Cale carries her through the door, through the front and into the perpetual twilight of a Midian afternoon. It's a body in his arms--there's no mistaking it, even without the makeshift shroud--but he holds her as if she's a very young child and he's carrying her to bed. His steps are swift, but his stride slows once, bringing him nearly to a stop. Maybe it's imagination, maybe it's the lack of sleep he's suffered for the past few days, but he can almost trick himself into believing her caught the flick of a familiar tail, and a voice is knows very well. He lifts his chin, listening to the wind sighing through the distant trees, a wind soft with promise... then with a faint nod, he continues on his way, Mo cradled in his arms.
[yes, I am more then aware that I bent some vampie rules, but it was for the sake of creativity, so nyah xD]
Difficult life...!!!
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The Mourning Warbler (Geothlypis philadelphia) is difficult to spot because it is a skulker. Indeed, this one was discovered only by chance as I was driving through a park with my windows down and heard its song, forcing me to stop! First identified by Alexander Wilson in Philadelphia, PA and thus given its scientific name, it is not actually a common songbird in that area. But during migration, wakes (yes, groups of mourning warblers are called "wakes") will pass through Philly as they head to northern breeding grounds.
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Difficult to observe in the rainforest canopy, the Rose-crowned Fruit Dove often gives its position away by the fruit it drops while feeding. They are common to rare residents in rainforest, mangroves and melaleuca scrub, from Cape Leveque in Western Australia to Newcastle, N.S.W.
Photographed in the walk-through aviary of Australia Zoo.
Part 5: Weapons pod
This was a difficult area, the original model is packed with such details here that I had to make choices. Overall I think I managed to upgrade the previous version.
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I decided that my beloved UCS B-Wing needed some rework, to correct some old flaws, and take advantage of newer parts.
I found recent pictures of the ILM original model that will help me improve my MOC's accuracy here and there.
I also decided to post work in progress pictures as I update each sections, starting from the cockpit, all the way down to the main wing weapons pod.
Feedback and constructive cricism are much welcome :)
Difficult to imagine that this would be the last summer of Western Hydraulics on British Rail. A summer that seemed to go on forever though we knew it couldn't last!
D1013 Western Ranger at Bristol Temple Meads on 11-7-76.
Part of the Tom Derrington Collection with photographer unknown. Another fungus ridden Agfa slide but worth a post with some corrective therapy!