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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...
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.
Using the Mars Coatking#10 for about 10 minutes. Her coat is not as thick as her brother MacDuff, who has a dense undercoat. Only a small amount of scissor trimmings are in the pilee of hair. I trimmed a bit from her belly, which gets wet in the morning dew.
My tools for grooming the Cairns with their double coats. I could not locate the nail trimmers. Did they hide them from me? They HATE when I trim nails! It is warming up here in Mobile, and the Cairns are uncomfortable with the dense winter undercoats, especially as it holds dirt from their digging adventures, or lying around in the leaves and mulch.
Camera:Hasselblad 500C/M
Lens:Carl Zeiss Planar 80/2.8T*
Film:kodak portra 400
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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! :)
This piece was for the "Harry Potter Tribute Exhibition" taking place at Gallery Nucleus from July 9 - August 11, 2011.
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Nope, this one likes to stick its beak in the sand and rub it around as part of its clean up procedure after eating. Its mate prefers to rub its beak on driftwood. That must be the male, more macho! ;-)
Pearl keeps digging in my patio. Any advice on digging? My friends keep telling me that I shouldn't allow her to dig.
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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.
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.
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.