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This guy was digging for so long that I was able to take the camera out the bag and get a shot, after he finished all he did was wipe his hand on his clothes and continued to serve!
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Deep in the Kootenays, Robin B (snoboy) attempts to open up a tight passage clogged with sediment in a nameless cave system
Digging back through my photos from last year I found a few that I will be adding. This one was taken at home before meeting friends on Saturday night at a club in Raleigh. Mitchell was working out of town that weekend. Except for going back later that month to see a friend perform one more time that month this was the last time I ever went to that club...
Digging up my old photos pile and trying to pull some shots to flicks. I wish spring will be here soon. Still not warm enough to go outside. :)
With Penyghent providing the backdrop and in typically wet and windy S&C condition's, 46115 "Scots Guardsman" digs into the climb to Ribblehead near Salt Lake Cottages with the down Thames-Clyde Express.
The wind blew peacefully through the trees. Birds chirped, squirrels chattered, and the sound of leaves falling could be heard in the thick, beautiful forest of southern Lenfald. Bits of red and orange were beginning to appear in the treetops. The forest was changing, green was giving way to red.
Sir Glennian reflected on this as he and his companions treaded, almost silently, on the old forest road. So many things had happened recently, the once peaceful land of Roawia was now aching with the pains of conflict and turmoil, and the only plausible outcome seemed to be war. Loreos, only few miles walk southward, was now threatening invasion. Green did indeed seem to be giving way to red.
Sounds of people now reached Sir Glennianās ears, and he saw they had almost reached their destination. As he came around a bend in the path, he saw it, not a hundred yards ahead of him. A deep hole had been dug in the center of the path, nearly fifteen feet deep, and men could be seen swarming around it.
āForeman!ā Sir Glennian shouted.
All the workers turned and noticed their visitors, and a stout man in a green cloak turned to greet them. He had a thick, curly, brown beard covering his smiling face, which was topped with thick, curly, brown hair.
āAh, you are here at last!ā He greeted them. āWe have made much progress on the work. As you can see, the hole is over a dozen feet deep. Just an hour ago the blacksmith arrived with the spikes that will be stuck in the bottom. Then we will cover it with branches spread over with dirt, and the next Loreesi scum who comes through here-ā
He broke off with a large wave of his hand, indicating the destruction the Loreesi would face.
Glennian nodded. āWell, letās hope it doesnāt come to that.ā
He looked forlornly down the path. Somewhere in that direction was a great desertā¦one in which war was brewing, a war that, he feared, Lenfald could never be completely ready for.
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Well, I was going to enter this into the last Lenfald LC, but I obviously didnāt finish it in time. Congrats to Gary and Paul on the wins! ;)
Soli Deo Gloria! :)
This piece was for the "Harry Potter Tribute Exhibition" taking place at Gallery Nucleus from July 9 - August 11, 2011.
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The wind blew peacefully through the trees. Birds chirped, squirrels chattered, and the sound of leaves falling could be heard in the thick, beautiful forest of southern Lenfald. Bits of red and orange were beginning to appear in the treetops. The forest was changing, green was giving way to red.
Sir Glennian reflected on this as he and his companions treaded, almost silently, on the old forest road. So many things had happened recently, the once peaceful land of Roawia was now aching with the pains of conflict and turmoil, and the only plausible outcome seemed to be war. Loreos, only few miles walk southward, was now threatening invasion. Green did indeed seem to be giving way to red.
Sounds of people now reached Sir Glennianās ears, and he saw they had almost reached their destination. As he came around a bend in the path, he saw it, not a hundred yards ahead of him. A deep hole had been dug in the center of the path, nearly fifteen feet deep, and men could be seen swarming around it.
āForeman!ā Sir Glennian shouted.
All the workers turned and noticed their visitors, and a stout man in a green cloak turned to greet them. He had a thick, curly, brown beard covering his smiling face, which was topped with thick, curly, brown hair.
āAh, you are here at last!ā He greeted them. āWe have made much progress on the work. As you can see, the hole is over a dozen feet deep. Just an hour ago the blacksmith arrived with the spikes that will be stuck in the bottom. Then we will cover it with branches spread over with dirt, and the next Loreesi scum who comes through here-ā
He broke off with a large wave of his hand, indicating the destruction the Loreesi would face.
Glennian nodded. āWell, letās hope it doesnāt come to that.ā
He looked forlornly down the path. Somewhere in that direction was a great desertā¦one in which war was brewing, a war that, he feared, Lenfald could never be completely ready for.
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Well, I was going to enter this into the last Lenfald LC, but I obviously didnāt finish it in time. Congrats to Gary and Paul on the wins! ;)
Soli Deo Gloria! :)
Pearl keeps digging in my patio. Any advice on digging? My friends keep telling me that I shouldn't allow her to dig.
Westgate - On -Sea , Kent
Another 40 x28 mm hand held shot . It's a pity about the shaddow on the youg girls face , but I wear spectacles for distance work and I could only see them on my camera display.
Explore #263 on 16 August .
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I am not sure if this is digging, really.
A sort of Sisyfos work is what springs to mind after having watched the excavator for a while.
A fun little detail is that the platform the excavator stands on is not anchored to the bottom.
It moved around quite a bit, but I guess thereĀ“s a thought behind that too.
Winter storm Vulcan did not live long and prosper, but it did live long enough to dump over a foot of snow on Western NY. I went up the the LA&L the next morning in hopes of getting the road train popping through drifts at the grade crossings. The road power was used to put the previous days inbound train away in the yard and then the crew on the road power headed off to clean out switches along the line. I couldn't wait around for the train to leave. When I left home to go to work later that morning at 11am, I could see that the outbound road trains cars were still parked in Lakeville.
A CN intermodal train storms up Byron Hill in freezing rural Wisconsin. An SD70M-2 acted as a mid-train DPU sounding like it was doing most of the work. A safety inspection boxcar acted as a sort of caboose on the tail end.
This is the first of five photos that are inspired by the book Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer.
I had my first experience of track cycling yesterday (watching that is, I'm far to clumsy to have a go). This photo was taken during the women's points race. It's 80 laps of the track with a sprint every 10th lap, and GB's Laura Trott went on to win.
Hot Water Beach is a beach on the east coast of the Coromandel Peninsula, New Zealand. Two hours either side of low tide visitors flock to the usually deserted Hot Water Beach to find hot water bubbling through the sand. People can been seen digging their own spa pool in the sand to lie back in and relax. With the ebb and flow of the tide each individually created hot pool is washed away clearing the way for the next influx of visitors.