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Norfolk Southern's Bloomington District is a hybrid route made up of a piece of the former Wabash line that once connected Bement, Gibson City, Forrest, Orland Park, and Chicago, Illinois with a piece of the former Nickel Plate that once connected Frankfort and Lafayette, Indiana with Gibson City, Bloomington, and Peoria, Illinois.
Around 1990, the former Wabash north of Gibson City and former NKP east of Gibson City were abandoned. A new connection to Illinois Central's Gilman Line at Gibson City was made that allowed NS trains to use new trackage rights on IC to Chicago, and a connection between the two stubbed-off NS lines was also made at Gibson City.
As a result, NS trains from Decatur to Peoria don't travel northwest as the compass would suggest, but rather head almost due east out of Decatur, turning north at Bement, and then angling northeast for most of the distance to Gibson City where the 90-degree curve to the west brings trains from former Wabash rails to finish the rest of their journey on the former Nickel Plate.
Here we see D32 traveling northeast during the last rays of afternoon sun, about 15 minutes out of Gibson City and the turn to the west. The elevator in the background is in the small Piatt County village of Galesville.
The original image was very poor and I was going to wipe it but then decided to see if putting it through Photomatix coud bring some life into it. The result, although not perfect is better than expected!
The Dennis Trident has one moveable part, its rear engine cover panel can open.
Hino 700 HGV breakdown lorry/ tow truck (微影 TINY City Toyeast 167)
Dennis Trident double-decker with Alexander ALX400 body in London's Metroline livery (Creative Master Northcord Ltd UKBUS 1002)
Kern County Fire Department
Station 45 - Edison
Shop #: 4732 | Job #: 19185
2007 International 7400/Pierce
Type-III Engine
508/500-30A (Waterous pump)
International DT570E; 330hp
The Cornish engine depended on the use of steam pressure above atmospheric pressure, as devised by Richard Trevithick in the 19th century. Trevithick's early "puffer" engines discharged steam into the atmosphere. This differed from the Watt steam engine, which depended solely on the creation of a vacuum when steam was condensed. Trevithick's later ones (in the 1810s) combined the two principles, starting with high pressure steam but also condensing it in a separate condenser. The engines were used to pump out the water to stop the mines flooding. The remains of this engine house is just one of so many found throughout Cornwall. No fear of stepping on rattlers here but falling down a mine shaft is likely :)
Mining in Cornwall Bronze Age (around 2150 BC) and It ended with South Crofty tin mine closing in 1998. Tin and later copper were the most productive of the metals extracted in the county. Arsenic, silver, zinc and a few other metals were also mined over the centuries here.
Wearing the attractive Mainline blue livery, visiting 37219 Shirley Ann Smith pulls away from Wymondham Abbey with the 1100 from Dereham during the Mid Norfolk Railway spring gala. The attractive Class 37 had arrived from the Pontypool and Blaenavon Railway for the Class 37 gala in the preceding September. The English Electric loco is now part of the Colas fleet, being employed on Network Rail test trains across the network.
North Eastern Railway Q6 Class - 0-8-0 No. 2238 was introduced by Wilson Worsdell the first T class 0-8-0 on the North Eastern Railway in 1901, but Vincent Raven carried on the development of the T1 when he designed the superheated outside cylinder class T2 0-8-0s for handling the heavy goods trains of the North Eastern Railway. A total of 120 engines were built at the NER’s Darlington Works between 1913 and 1918. An engine was produced that could be driven all out - full regulator and full forward gear – for indefinite periods at anything up to mineral train speeds. In 1915 examples of the class had undergone dynamometer trials on 700 ton trains between Newport and Shildon, putting up some impressive performances and comparing very favourably with the then newly introduced electric locomotives working that line.
Miro is on his way home after a long day of walking around the countryside, enjoying the colours of fall . He’s walking along a dry dirt road, the sounds of his hoof steps muffled by the dirt. The sun begins to slowly disappear behind the horizon and dark clouds are approaching from the south. He can see a grey wall coming with them.
“Oh for the love of…”, he says, clearly annoyed by the oncoming shower. He speeds up into a trot, hoping it would buy him time. The dirt road ends and merges into a normal pavement road. He turns right and goes into a gallop, the clopping of his horseshoes echoing from the ground. He tries to stay as far to the right as he can to give the cars passing by enough room. Now and then, he turns around to see how close the rain is.
While he runs, he comes across a small ranch on the other side of the road. However, he can see emergency vehicles by the building. Mainly Police and Ambulance. Their lights flickering in the dusk.
He slows down to a halt and watches for a while. He sees how one man in handcuffs gets pushed into one of the police cars and a teenage girl covered in blankets carefully into the other. Both cars take off and drive down the driveway before turning right and driving past Miro.
When the car with the man passes him, he could catch a glimpse of how he looks at him. The look in his eyes was very unsettling, almost crazy and murderous. Even that short glimpse was enough to give Miro the chills.
When the second car passed, he could see how the girl inside had a very disturb look on her face, starring into the void, clinching onto the blankets she’s wrapped in.
Both cars disappear into the distance with their sirens blaring, towards the rain.
His curiosity got the better of him and Miro walks up the driveway towards the buildings. The red lights of the ambulance illuminating the facade. When he walks past said car, he sees two man carrying a black bag on a stretcher out of the house. His intestines start to crumple as he realizes what happened. He watches them carrying it towards and into the ambulance back. They close the back doors and step into the passenger cab, not minding Miro any sort of looks, before driving off too. He stands there for a while looking after them, before taking in his surroundings again. The only light sources are the lamps on the walls on the buildings. While he looks around, he sees a pick-up with a trailer parked by a huge slide door. Inside the building the lights are on and he can hear noises from the inside. He slowly approaches the door, but as he came closer, the slight odor of death hits his nostrils. Miro stops dead in his tracks and covers his nose managing to suppress a gag reflex. “What the hell happened here?”, he thinks.
He slowly enters the building and looks around. He notices the single row of stalls along the wall. This is a stable then. Besides the odor mentioned before, the characteristic odor of horses lays in the air too. While he stands there, one of the stall gates opens and a man guiding a horse comes out of it.
Said horse is towering the man leading it. It has to be at least 2 metres tall. It’s coat is grey with a light touch of blue, and black patches along its body. It has a short black mane, same goes for its tail. Its lower legs are covered by feathering in the same colour. It’s eyes are what’s sticking out. While the left one has a green iris and looks normal, the right one is all bluish and cloudy. Is it blind on that eye, Miro asks himself?
The man leading it, talked to it while walking down the hallway. When he turned to look forward, he stopped when he spotted Miro.
“Who are you?”, he asks with a shocked expression. Even the horse got a bit nervous.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude. But… I saw all this commotion from the road and was wondering what going on?”, Miro says while holding his hands up to signalise that he has no bad intentions. “What…?”, the man tries to say something but just sighs and starts talking. “The father turned out to be a narcissistic madman, that’s what’s going on!”, the man said in a shaky voice.
Miro remembers the man in the police car. And the mad look he gave to him when passing by.
The man continues, “I knew his wife and her daughter for years when she was still married to her first man. I was working part-time as their helping hand for their horses. I work for animal rescue mainly. We all had a good relationship towards each other. But then he died in a riding accident. And shortly after, she met this… this…”,he gestures towards the doorway.
Miro nods quickly to show him that he understands what he means.
“When they dated, he played ‘Mr. Nice Guy’ towards her and her daughter. But after they married, t’was like a switch was activated in his head and he showed his true face”, he continues.
“In what way?”, Miro asks.
“He was abusive and narcissistic. When his daughter or wife talked to somebody else, he yelled at them for why they were ignoring him and stuff. When it was a person of the same sex, he called them lesbians and all sorts of names. They had nobody to talk to and nowhere to go, since he followed their every step. I only kept my job here because he knew, as long as someone’s there to look after the horses, so his wife and daughter don’t have to. But that didn’t stop him to give me AND the horses the same treatment”, the man says.
Miro is shocked when he heard that.
The man goes on, “One day, he started to beat one of the horses because he stepped into it’s poop. I tried to stop him. But grabbed the pitch fork and stabbed me.”
He lifts his shirt and shows Miro the five small circular scars on his abdomen. Miro takes a deep breath while he closes his eyes and quenches his fists as the anger in him rises up.
“I don’t know what happened in the meantime when I was in the hospital. But one day before I was released from it, I got the message that she managed to get a divorce and a restraining order against him. She also charged him for domestic abuse.” He smiles when he said those words. “We thought it was over and went to go back to our ordinary daily routine. But we should have known better.
That bastard came back and waited for them as she picked her daughter up from school before shooting at them and the horses. The girl and this guy here are the lone survivors,” he says while patting the horse’s neck. At the same time, fresh tears ran down his cheeks while he tries to keep himself together.
The images of the disturbed girl in the cop car and the body bag on the stretcher flash up in Miro’s head. But he said, that they’re ‘the lone survivors’. He turns his head and peaks into the stall next to him. Inside, he sees a dead white horse with multiple gun shot wounds across it’s body and half crusted blood covering it. The rage inside him grew as he tries to not lose his composure. The sound of thunder enacts from outside. He turns his head and sees that the storm has reached the site.
The man continues, “The policemen told me that he probably shot the horses first before heading into the house. He shot his ex as she tried to protect her daughter from him. She managed to hide and call 911. But by the time they arrived, he already found her and it all turned into a hostage situation. After hours of negotiating, he finally gave up and surrendered.
It was my day off today, so I wasn’t here the whole day until I got called by the police.”
As the man finishes, he and Miro stare at each other for while in silence, while the rain hits the roof of the stable. Miro then looks at the horse before breaking the silence.
“So… what’s his name?”, he asks, gesturing at the horse.
The man looks at him, “ We got him shortly after their wedding. We had no time to give him a name, as we were already fearing for our lives at that point.” He sighs, “But it doesn’t really matter anymore, I’m afraid.”
“What you mean?”, Miro asks.
“The good thing, someone’s interested in him already. The bad thing, it’s butcher. And he’s the only one so far who contacted us.”
Miro’s intestines twist again.
The man continues, “We, or to be more exact, I, am desperately trying to find someone who could take care of our boy here.” He pets the horse on his nose. “But sadly, nobody I contacted so far is interest in a half-blind male Belgian. I have to lie to my superiors and the only client, saying that I have other potential takers and that they’re currently contemplating.”
Miro feels depressed. He asks, “But I thought horse meat is illegal?”
The man looks at him, “I don’t know either. I think it differs from country to country. Or even from state to state. I don’t know.”
“But you said that you work for animal rescue. So you should know, no?”
“I joined shortly after they got divorced. That was a few months ago. So, to tell the truth, I’m actually a greenhorn. I still have a lot to learn. If I don’t get caught for what I’m doing here, of course.”
Miro sighs as he struggles for words. Finally, he says, “So… what you gonna do now? How long do you think you can avoid him ending on someones plate?”
The man sighs, “All I can do for now is to take him to our nearest sanctuary. I don’t how long I can keep up the ‘multiple takers’, but I honestly start to slowly loose hope. So…”
Miro looks between the man and the horse. This situation became really gloomy.
“Now, if you excuse us, we have to get going”, the man says as he leads the horse past him and towards the trailer, grabbing an umbrella leaning by the door and opening it, as he steps out in the rain.
Miro mind is racing. He wants to help them. But he might not have the financials to do so. He doesn’t know how to take care of a horse properly, especially this size, and he is one himself. Somehow. Therefore, he doesn’t even need one. But still… .
“I take him”, Miro finally says.
The man stops shortly before the open trailer and turns around and looks at Miro with big eyes. “Wait. You what sorry?” He was surprised.
“I take him”, Miro repeats. He steps out into the rainy night, unfazed of getting wet. He has a serious face. The man looks him up and down.
“Sorry, but you must be joking”, he finally says. He clearly seems to be confused.
“I’m not”, Miro says with a slight smile. “I know what you’re probably thinking, ‘A horse buying a horse? What is this?’. But I’m serious. I can sorta see how much you liked this family. Their horses. You were ready to put yourself into the way of this guy. To protect them.” He bends down and puts his fist gently where the man has his stab wound scars. “You even do it now. Risking being put into prison. For his sake.” He nods towards the horse. “So, lemme help both of you, please. Tell me the price.”
The man stands there in awe, processing what just happened. “You ARE serious! Oh my… I don’t know what to… But… but why?”, he asks.
“Maybe because it felt personal to me. I mean, look at me”, Miro says gesturing at himself, giggling.
The man smiles. He seems to be relieved to have found one for the horse. Even though, this someone is horse too.
“So, how much?”, Miro asks again.
The man looks up at him, “You know, just take him. Lemme handle the financials for you.”
“Wait, what?”, Miro asks surprised.
“You have no idea how much this means to me. If they would have handed him to that butcher, it would have felt to me like, that this monster of a ‘family father’ wins in the end somehow”, he says a bit excited.
“True. But how are you gonna manage the money thing?”, Miro asks.
“I’m just gonna say that I accidentally gave you the number to my bank account and that I transferred your money to them.”
“And if that doesn’t work?”
“Then I have to tell them the truth. And hope that they understand my actions.”
Miro gives him a worried look, doubting that either of those plans work.
“So… anywhere specific where I can drop you two off? I doubt you wanna go all the back to wherever you came from in all this rain”, he says gesturing at the trailer and the the rainy weather.
Just now, Miro realizes how soaking wet he is. He’s right. It would be torture to wander in that weather. “Actually yes. There’s a place you can take us”, he says while telling the man the address.
“Good. The all aboard. Next stop,…”, before he could finish the sentence, a loud thunder enacts and makes all three of them jump. The horse rears up in fear and Miro and the man have calm him down. “Lets hurry, shall we?”, the man says. Miro nods while grabbing the horse’ halter and stepping into the trailer with him.
“Like I said before, we didn’t had a chance to give him a name. Since he’s yours now, you’re free to name him what you want. I’ll come by tomorrow at some point, so we can go over the paper work”, the man says while closing the trailer and stepping into the car. He starts the engine and soon they hit the road.
The rain hits the trailer and the rain drops on the small windows get push off by the wind.
Miro looks to the horse to his right. And he looks at him with his green eye. He probably wonders what kind of being his new owner, friend, or whatever, is. “How did you guys not develop some sort of claustrophobia, given how narrow it is in here?” The horse keeps looking. “So, you weren’t given a name, if I understand right?”, Miro asks him. He just keeps watching him. “I’m not sure if I can come up with one that suits you, so bare with me”, he adds while thinking for a good name.
He looks back out of the window as the dark landscape passes by. He never thought that he’ll safe one of his half-relatives from ending up on someone’s plate. He tried to get a glimpse of the cabin of the car, but due to the rain, it’s nearly impossible. He watches the drops running across the window before blown off.
Just then he had an idea! He looks back at the horse as it quietly stands there. “Listen, I think I might have an idea for a name for you, but I’m not sure if you’ll like it or not”, he says. The horse slowly turns his head towards him. “How about… Cullinan?”
The horse nickers and moves his head closer. Miro lifts his hand instinctively. The horse puts his nose against it and start rubbing it. Miro grins. “I guess that means ‘Yes’ then”, he says while running his hand along Cullinan’s head. He spots his blind eye, which up close, looks like a mesmerising nebula. However, he can feel anger building up inside him. He leans closer to Cullinan and whispers, “I hope they lock this guy up for good. I don’t wanna even know what you and the rest had to go through. That poor girl, lost her mother and probably her future. I wonder if she’ll looking for you, Cully?” Cullinan nickers again. Miro moves closer and places his head onto his.
“You’re welcome.”
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A friend of mine bought this the other day, it's a Volkswagen Citi Golf, manufactured for the South African market where it was so popular it remained in production until 2009.
Although it retains most of the looks of the original mk1 Golf, it has a modern interior and a few tweaks on the outside too, plus a 1.4 fuel injected engine.
LEGO Technic model of a Watt type walking beam stationary steam engine. Engines like this were used in the early19th century for powering factories and weaving mills. Includes all the major moving parts.
The blue engine incorporates a Watt's parallelogram, while the red one uses a crosshead for guiding the piston rod. Other features are planetary motion gear on the crank, correctly timed sliding valve, air pump (for the condenser), and feeder pump.
I went to wings and steam event at rougham airfield a few years ago and photographed some of the engines there was so much smoke from these old engines that the photographs were not up to much but as I have said in the past I am useless at photoshop but I did buy a version of light room and have had the time to watch some videos on utube on how to use it so with taking some notes I have been using it for a week now and I am thrilled how it has transformed many of my old shots and made them useable its not so good at the wildlife shots but its brilliant in other areas
this is a Clayton & Shuttleworth traction engine built in 1919