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Just the wishful thinking is not enough … but it needs just some positive actions and – who knows – the world could be at our feet …
Wishing you a perfect week-end and that all your dreams come true!!!
Taken at Rhossili Beach, Gower one of many shipwrecks around the coast. Trying to do more mono shots! Some history of the Vennerne below:
The Vennerne was a 275 tonne barque on the way from Aberdovey to Swansea when rough seas forced her to take shelter in the protection afforded by Worms Head. Unfortunately that protection did not prove enough as she dragged her anchor and found herself driven onto the beach beneath the cliffs. The Rhossili L.S.A. were quickly on the scene and tried to fire safety lines across from the land to the ship. All were unsuccessful. With the chance of the Vennerne suffering further damage increasing with every minute that past the Captain, along with his family and crew, made the decision to abandon ship and made it ashore on a small boat.
The next day an attempt was made to refloat the Vennerne but this ultimately proved fruitless. She wrecked later that day. The Iron Hull was sold at auction for the princely sum of £54. The remains that can be seen today is all that is left from that salvage operation. Taken from Gowershipwrecks.co.uk
A living museum, Saint Gilles Watermill - Expotec 103, Science and Technology House of Upper-Normandy is located in Rouen along the Watermill Trail of the Robec and Aubette valleys.
A museum on several sites, between two rivers. The moulin St-Gilles displays the history of industrial techniques, witnessing the industrial age. Tools, steam-driven machinery, engines, smithy, weaving techniques, etc.
Craft industries, History, Industry, Professions / trades, Miniature, Children's museum, Science and technology, Associative museum
This solitary seagull was bathed in the winter light down on Bexhill Beach...
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (text of 1834) By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own Country.
PART I
It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin;
The guests are met, the feast is set:
May'st hear the merry din.'
He holds him with his skinny hand,
'There was a ship,' quoth he.
'Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!'
Eftsoons his hand dropt he.
He holds him with his glittering eye—
The Wedding-Guest stood still,
And listens like a three years' child:
The Mariner hath his will.
The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone:
He cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.
'The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared,
Merrily did we drop
Below the kirk, below the hill,
Below the lighthouse top.
The Sun came up upon the left,
Out of the sea came he!
And he shone bright, and on the right
Went down into the sea.
Higher and higher every day,
Till over the mast at noon—'
The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,
For he heard the loud bassoon.
The bride hath paced into the hall,
Red as a rose is she;
Nodding their heads before her goes
The merry minstrelsy.
The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
Yet he cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.
And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong:
He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along.
With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
And southward aye we fled.
And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold:
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.
And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen:
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken—
The ice was all between.
The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!
At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God's name.
It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
And round and round it flew.
The ice did split with a thunder-fit;
The helmsman steered us through!
And a good south wind sprung up behind;
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariner's hollo!
In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perched for vespers nine;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white Moon-shine.'
'God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus!—
Why look'st thou so?'—With my cross-bow
I shot the ALBATROSS.
PART II
The Sun now rose upon the right:
Out of the sea came he,
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Went down into the sea.
And the good south wind still blew behind,
But no sweet bird did follow,
Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariner's hollo!
And I had done a hellish thing,
And it would work 'em woe:
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow!
Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,
The glorious Sun uprist:
Then all averred, I had killed the bird
That brought the fog and mist.
'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay,
That bring the fog and mist.
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow followed free;
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.
Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,
'Twas sad as sad could be;
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea!
All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
You can read the entire poem by visiting www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43997/the-rime-of-the-anci...
…due to my distinct lack of inspiration/mojo over the last week or so I present my half-a$$ed attempt at photographic ‘art’.
My whelmed has never been so under…
Mit einem langen ARS Altmann-Zug aus Regensburg konnte 193 552-7 "Responsibility Driven" (saving CO2 in sustainable, cross-border connections) bei Feldmoching fotografiert werden.
Near Feldmoching I was able to take this picture of TX Logistik's 193 552-7 "Responsibility Driven" (saving CO2 in sustainable, cross-border connections) hauling a long ARS Altmann train from Regensburg to Verona Q. E.
Hexham to Gleneagles
No 14 a Vauxhall driven by Charles Bishop co pilot Nellie Bishop both from Great Britian.
As ERA’s blue riband Flying Scotsman event smoothly glides into a second decade of outstanding vintage motoring, timetabling for the 12th edition in 2022 is already at an advanced stage.
Following an enforced absence, the UK’s premier rally designed exclusively for Vintage motorcars returns for 2022 with a Northumberland start. Our route then takes us through the very best scenery and roads that the area has to offer before heading into new territory with an overnight halt at St Andrews. Day 2 sees crews covering some famous ‘Flying Scotsman’ roads as they head into the Cairngorms and a halt in Aviemore. The final day will take a less than direct route to ensure crews are kept busy before arriving at the world famous Gleneagles Hotel for the final control and post event festivities.
Our Route Designers have been busy crafting another first-class journey. This combines scenic Regularities on remote country roads with exciting Special Tests where you can enjoy your fine vintage cars to their full. The competition will be suitable for all levels of experience with three days of exclusive vintage motoring and great camaraderie in prospect.
“It’s one of the best, there is something for everyone” John Lomas, Riley driver
“I love the comradeship between the competitors who gather from all over the world to participate” Willy Van Loon, Bentley driver.
I had driven up the hill to use the VHF and Short wave radios in my car for an evening, when I saw this sun ray in the valley below, the great shame is I did not have my camera's with me only my phone :-(
Titterstone Clee Hill ,s a well know high spot for amateur radio use due to it's height and remoteness from interference found in all modern built up area's.
There was plenty of heat coming from this Team Oreca liveried Dodge / Chrysler Viper GTS-R as it rolled down the pit lane.
This is the Viper that took the GT2 class victory at Le Mans in 1998, driven by Justin Bell, David Donohue and Luca Drudi, although it is seen here without the additional lights used during the 24 hour race.
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Found this little dandelion on a walk and just thought to grab an image really quickly! I honestly didn't know dandelions were around in the winter.
Tell me what you think!!
193 553 "Responsibility driven" zieht DGS 43109 von Hannover nach Verona und kam zur Freude des Fotografen im Altmühltal vor die Linse.
193 553 "Responsibility driven" with DGS 43109 from Hannover to Verona in the Altmühl valley.
I first visited and photographed this barn May 23, 2017 and only later found out that its water-driven sawmill was used in early 1900s to saw boards for other local barns.
On this day I was able to see more clearly the babbling brook that meandered through the roadside woods to flow beneath the barn past the waterwheel. It's quite an experience to be near this barn with its long history, aged exterior and sounds of the water still rushing beneath it.
My attempt at the "Macro Mondays" theme "Keychain".
HSS!
Shot with a JSCO Göttingen "Kiptar 50 mm F 1.6" (projection) lens on a Canon EOS R5.
This is our local convenience store and laundromat. It is about eight miles from where I live. What I like about it is that there are two gas pumps. It costs a little bit more than in town, but it saves driving 22 miles if you miscalculate. My old 1989 Mercury is in great shape except that the gas gauge quit working a couple of years ago. Therefore, I use the trip meter to keep track of the miles I have driven. Occasionally (very, very rarely I might add), I forget to zero it out when I fill up. Then I realize it after I have driven 50 miles or so. Very confusing.
The bad thing is that you have to fill up the gas tank every time you put gas in, or you don’t know how much is in the tank.
Sometimes both sides of their pumps have signs on them that they are out of order. I think they just couldn’t afford the gas delivery. They are charged more for a petrol truck to come to this out of the way gas station. Anyway, I am glad we have it here at the end of nowhere!
I've driven down this road many times. But I've never seen it quite like this before, with snow on the ground while the autumn colour still lingers in the trees. It was really quite magical.
Original photograph copyright © Simon Miles. Not to be used without permission. Thanks for looking.
Buttonwillow CA, 93206
I have driven by or through the town of Buttonwillow California several times but have never stopped to look around. So this trip I spent a little time exploring. The town of about 1500 people sits on the west side of the San Joaquin Valley, west of Bakersfield in Kern County. The town started as Company Headquarters and company store for the Miller Lux Holdings Co in the 1880s. The town and post office were established in 1895 and named Buena Vista. The name quickly became Buttonwillow named for a lone buttonbush (Cephalanthus occidentalis) that had long been a landmark in the valley. The Yokut people used the tree as a meeting place on their Trans-valley trail. The Miller Lux Headquarters had been built close to the tree.
After having driven back to the overlook, I had an hour and a half till sunset total. I spent that time finding a decent composition. As the light waned though I had to alter that composition on the go, compress the scene more and more to focus on the light. I like the way this image creeps up on you, starting at the bottom of the photo, the little ridge cresting into the frame, then back into the scene where you know they are mountains, but almost look like waves at sea. Of course the stormy clouds and finally the light rays and sun, a light at the end of the tunnel. It seemed surreal to me, even while I was on location.
ISO: 160
Aperture: f10
SS: 1/15
Focal: 26mm
I was using the haida m10 CPL, and 3 stop soft grad here.
Storm-driven waves at Kismet, Fire Island National Seashore, New York It was not a day for swimming, even if it was warmer. I like the mist in the air above the crashing waves and the two distant fishermen who give a sense of the scale of the waves.-- October 7, 2024
I've only driven through Death Valley a few times, but it never ceases to fascinate me. Others may think of it as a vast stretch of waste land, but I'd love to spend more time there. In the winter time, of course. After all, it does hold the record for being the hottest place on earth.
HSS
Both the windmill and the lenticular cloud are driven by the wind! Taken along the Sage Trail City of Boulder Open Space & Mountain Parks.
I'd driven up to Doncaster to collect a new camera body (K3 mk iii), drove to the nature reserve to meet up with daughter. I had the car door half open as I started to set up the camera and eat my sandwiches. I happened to glance upwards where this kestrel was directly above. So, these shots were the first burst from the new camera.
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Camera: Rolleiflex 3.5B TLR Zenar 75mm f3.5 1954
Film: Kodak T-Max 100 120 Black and White
Scanned by Walkens House of Film, Melbourne, Australia
This diesel locomotive sits at the Don River Station ready to take passengers. Alongside it is an older diesel driven railcar.
The medium format 120 film gives plenty of resolution and scope for cropping the square format of the 6x6 negative.
Driven to Tears - The Police
Lexington Lab Band version
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKox6Y7QjdI
How can you say that your not responsible?
What does it have to do with me?
What is my reaction?
What should it be?
Confronted by this latest atrocity
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Hide my face in my hands,
shame wells in my throat
My comfortable existence is reduced
To a shallow, meaningless party
Seems that when some innocents die
All we can offer them
is a page in a some magazine
Too many cam'ras and not enough food
Cause this is what we've seen
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Protest is futile
Nothing seems to get through
What's to become of our world?
Who knows what to do?
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
“An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.” ― Mahatma Gandhi
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Hud driven in 5 sexy designs. Drawstring optional
Main Store LM / SLURL
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The area of North Cornwall around St Agnes is rich in tin-mining history and the remains are all around. The Wheal Coates tin mine complex sits on the cliff-top near Chapel Porth, though its most recognised engine house, Towanroath, is a little lower down the cliff just out of sight. That dates from 1872 and its shaft is around 600 feet deep, reaching well below sea level. It pumped water from the shaft.
Earliest records indicate a mine at the site since 1692. The present mine opened in 1802 and came into full production in 1815. It was closed in 1889 when the price of tin fell. Flooding and bringing ore to the surface were the main problems of the mine until steam-driven equipment was available. In 1906 new ownership hoped to work the mine for both tin and copper.
The surviving buildings, all Grade II-listed, date from the 1870s when deep underground mining began at the site. There are two Whim engine houses which were used to crush ore for processing. A calciner dating from 1910–1913 when the mine was reopened roasted the tin to remove impurities such as arsenic. At the height of its production, 140 people were employed at the site to mine a seam of tin just below sea level. However, this and a subsequent period of operation from 1911-1913 were not very successful. The mine was closed for good in 1914.
Wheal Coates is part of the Cornwall and West Devon Mining Landscape World Heritage Site. The complex is preserved and maintained by the National Trust.
Source: Wikipedia