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DB Cargo 66116 and 66171 works 6B01 Kentish Town - Toton Yard engineering train passes a dull Cossington near Leicester on 27/11/2016
Class 33 33109 "Captain Bill Smith RNR" passes a dull and wet Townsend Fold on 0930 Bury - Rawtenstall Engineering Train incl a Crane in the Consist,Train Crew Acknowledge the Signaller at Townsend Fold Box ,photographed on 18/11/2021
In an almost monochromatic landscape, 66434 leads 6K05 1246 Carlisle N.Y. to Crewe Bas Hall S.S.M. working over Dent Head viaduct and is about to plunge into Blea Moor Tunnel with the sound of the train reverberating up the vent shaft.
13th February 2020
Cragside is the country home of William George Armstrong, a 19th Century engineer who is responsible for a number of inventions and amassed great wealth as a builder of weapons and ships. Cragside was the first private home in the world to have electric lighting supplied by an hydraulic turbine generator and the system was designed by Armstrong.
Armstrong also purchased Bamburgh castle late in his life and spent 1 million GBP in turning it into a convalescent home for "the right sort of people". And during the American Civil War, he sold arms to both sides.
Since Lord Armstrong had no children, he left his empire to his nephew who proceeded to lose it all and go into debt in only 10 years! The up side is that he had no money to make any alterations to Cragside, so the house and contents are much as they were when Lord Armstrong and his wife lived there.
Engineer Alex Wood gives an enthusiastic thumbs up from the hogger's seat of Clinchfield 800 on a hot cut of interchange traffic.
Locomotive: CRR 800
12-31-20
Oak Ridge, TN
Apparently here for Snowplough duties i can't think of any other reason as i'd imagine theres no Engineers this weekend?
Isle of Wight Railway in 1995 with Army 198 Royal Engineer departing Ashey. More Industrial engines at davebowles.smugmug.com/Railways/Industrial-and-WD-engines
Andrew, the train driver at the Kerrisdale Mountain Railway & Museum. He's quite a character and has an amazing collection of old engines.
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Dean Forest Railway, Parkend Station, at Parkend, Gloucestershire, England, United Kingdom, on Wednesday 22nd September 2021.
About this photograph.
The train led by the engine called Swiftsure had arrived at Parkend Station, and the staff operating the train were making preparations for the return journey to Norchard.
Here, one of the engineers is seen refilling the loco’s tank with water. The photograph was converted in Adobe Lightroom into black and white for a classic feel to the engineer doing the work.
Swiftsure is a Hunslet Austerity 0-6-0ST class of steam locomotive designed by Hunslet Engine Company. This engine was built in 1943, and bears the number 75008 painted on the side.
It was a visiting steam loco, having visited before in 2017 and 2018, she was back at Dean Forest Railway from June 2021 onwards. At the current time of writing, she is reported to be still operational.
My best friend and I were at Dean Forest for a weekdays holiday, and she wanted to have more day outs rather than being stuck at the cabin, so I came up with two different day out ideas. The visit to the Dean Forest Railway was one of the ideas, and my best friend enjoyed the rides.
I took the opportunity to try to find some interesting shots, rather than taking memorable photos of the holiday.
About the overall subject.
The Dean Forest Railway is a 4 to 5 miles long heritage railway, still running vintage steam, and classic diesel trains, as a tourist attraction in the Forest of Dean.
It started in 1799 as an idea for a horse-drawn tramway, linking the Forest of Dean to the rivers Severn and Wye, for the transportation of coal and iron materials.
Between 1800 to around the 1870s, it went through so many processes. Like building lines and branching out, changing company names, financial problems, rival companies, converting from horse-drawn tramway into steam powered railway, merging companies, change of railway gauge sizes, and so many other factors.
It became known as the Severn and Wye Railway during those years.
From around the 1870s onwards, in order to cope with financial difficulties, and to help with funding, they started fee-paying passenger services in addition to the goods carrying services. But ongoing financial problems, lack of traffic, and many other factors, continued up until around the 1940s.
After the Second World War (1939-1945), the railways in this area started to go downhill, mainly due ot declining coal industry in the area, lack of passengers, improvements in transportation elsewhere, and the nationalised of British railways.
Many stations and lines started closing down, or completely shut down, during the 1950s and 1960s.
Starting from the early 1970s onwards, a railway preservation society was formed to try to buy and save as much of the old railway, and run it as a heritage railway for tourism, and was then named as Dean Forest Railway.
At the current moment, the Dean Forest Railway is approximately between 4 to 5 miles long between Lydney and Parkend, with Norchard station as its home base, but they are hoping to extend the line to 7 miles in near future.
They run a range of mostly steam trains to 1960s diesel trains, with various carriages, and at least 5 stations.
For more details, simply Google “Dean Forest Railway” for history or for visiting.
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Due to recent unauthorised publication of my images in a magazine without payment I have to now make this statement:
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This is Kristal's latest model, a sculpture of a human head the opens up to reveal what's inside the mind of a LEGO engineer.
Video showing it in action and explaining how it works: youtu.be/RtGZ_0Gb86w
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After working at Coteau and Maxville, CN 589 has come to a stop in the siding at Carlsbad Springs. Engineer J.C Opens the window to talk for a bit while waiting for his Brother, Engr B.C to fly by on VIA 26. They will then take their Slow to Clear signal and head home to Walkley Yard, well ahead of Schedule
Vincent finally made his decision. He wasn't going to go home. Not tonight. Even feeling the effects of the herb couldn't squash the feeling of emptiness and taint he felt when he thought of going home tonight. Yet, as he stood on the curb of the main street that led downtown from the docks there seemed to be no carriages around. He knew all he had to do was wait a while and surely one would show up soon.
All of a sudden, Vincent's stomach made a loud gurgle and it caused him to actually grab his stomach in surprise. He smirked slightly to himself as he realized he was feeling hungry; likely induced by the herb. And as he thought about food, he began to feel like he wanted something savory. With the docks nearby, there would be food vendors still around. It was always a busy area, day or night. And he knew he'd be more likely able to find a carriage to take him downtown, too.
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Vincent's mouth watered as he stood before the fried fish vendor and watched as his sandwich was being made. These street vendors always had the best food! And being right on the lake meant fresh fish was a popular menu option, which was a favorite of Vincent's. His fried fish was being smothered on top in a tangy, creamy sauce with a fresh tomato sandwiched between a perfect looking bun, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. Once handed his food, Vincent gave a grateful "Thank you" to the vendor before turning and setting off to find a spot to devour his food.
Licking a little bit of dripping sauce off the edge of the bun, Vincent gave a soft moan of appreciation at the hint of spicy flavor. This was going to be delicious! He wandered off to the side out of the way. Finally, over by a bench under a tree, he stood there and gave his sandwich an eager glance over before bringing it to his mouth. But before he could take a bite, he saw the shadow of someone approaching to his left. Hell, they weren't even paying attention, he realized with annoyance as he stepped out of the way just in time! They were walking backwards and looking around everywhere but where they were going! Vincent looked up with a small glare at whoever it was.
"Hey, watch it!"
"I'm so sorry! My bad, I- Vincent?"
Vincent blinked and stared up at the person as it registered that it was...Aiden. Aiden was in fact the offending pedestrian and not just a figment of his imagination! Vincent was so amazed by his unexpected appearance that his sandwich remained forgotten in his hands at chest level. Suddenly he blurted out the first words that came to mind.
"Are you stalking me?!"
Aiden was startled by the outburst and found he couldn't help but laugh! Vincent sounded so serious and was still staring at him as if he couldn't believe his eyes! Aiden shook his head and put up his hands in playful defense with a grin and insisted, "I'm not, I swear! I didn't mean to almost run you over. I'm- I'm lost." Aiden's grin faded as he glanced around then finally back to Vincent with an embarrassed smile.
"Lost?"
"Yeah. I was trying to find the short-cut I found the other day but I must have missed it. No, I can't have. Bah, I must be on the wrong street! Everything looks different at night!"
As the seconds passed, Vincent found he was becoming amused at Aiden's predicament and felt a little bad for him, too. While the docks were nearby, they weren't exactly close to where Leon's Claw was docked. He could point out how to get there from here but there were no short-cuts. Aiden had to be on the wrong street just like he thought he was. Even while under the influence of the herb, Vincent could see how Aiden looked a little worn out and flushed. Likely, he'd been wandering a while on top of having such a busy day.
"Are you okay?" Aiden asked, his brow furrowing slightly as he studied Vincent. He even leaned in slightly more to squint at him in the dim lighting. Vincent...seemed alright but somehow off. It was...almost as if he were drunk but not quite. He seemed to be in total control of himself and was answering without slurring. What was going on?
Opposite him, Vincent stared back at Aiden for a long moment. Then, unexpectedly, Vincent grinned and replied in a slightly more chipper voice than Aiden had ever heard, "I am now!" And he brought his sandwich up to his mouth and took a big bite. He moaned softly and closed his eyes as he savored the favor.
"Mm! This is hitting the spot. Are YOU okay?" Vincent was suddenly asking him once he swallowed his first bite. He tilted his head slightly as he stared up at Aiden. Then without another word he took another bite of his sandwich while still staring up at his friend.
Aiden laughed softly as he tried to wrap his head around Vincent's behavior! He'd never seen Vincent act like THIS! Even to Aiden, he wasn't sure if it made sense. It was as if the captain had let go of his inhibitions more than usual. It wasn't to say he hadn't opened up more as of late but there was just something different about tonight.
"I'm fine," Aiden explained. "Really! Don't look at me like that! I've just been walking for a couple of hours now. That's all. How far away is the ship anyway?"
"I'd say about thirty minutes?"
"Well, shit. At least it's not too far. I can't wait to get something to drink."
"You look it. Why don't you get one on the way?"
"I forgot my money on the ship."
"Aiden!"
"What?!"
"What the Hell am I gonna do with you?"
Vincent chuckled softly and shook his head at Aiden's sheepish little smile. Vincent licked his lips and looked around. He could see a few of the public carriages coming in this direction. With any luck, he could snag one and head downtown! But what was he going to do with Aiden? Logically, he knew he could just send him off with directions. That's what he should do. Maybe he'd give him the money to get a cool drink, too. Yes, that sounded good. And when he looked back at Aiden to do just that, he was caught off guard as Aiden seemed to be leaning in and peering at him a little closer.
"Are you 'sure' you're okay?" the younger man asked as he tilted his head. "You never really answered me before and...I just realized your eyes are really red." Aiden's concern shifted into confusion as Vincent suddenly laughed softly and gave a small, dramatic sigh before replying, "I'm fine! Though, I'm fairly certain you've seen my eyes like this many times. You're only just noticing! It comes with smoking the herb and it's perfectly normal."
"Smoking the herb?" Aiden responded uncertainly. And then it clicked! "Isn't that what your bhang is made from? Wait....are you sure you should be smoking with your ribs like that?" At this, Vincent gave him a look as he responded firmly and with authority, "I know the risks and right now I could care less. It's been a Hell of a night, but at least I'm not fucking drunk. And...to answer your question: yes, it is what my bhang is made from." And with that, Vincent lowered his gaze with a small sigh. Aiden could see how his shoulders sank just a touch as well. He looked exhausted; not just physically but emotionally. Aiden couldn't help but wonder: what had happened in the last few hours since they'd seen each other?
"Would you tell me about it?"
"Tell you about what?"
"All of it. Any of it. Bhang. Herb. I still don't really know what it is. Or you could tell me about whatever happened since I left? I don't know. You just...look like you could use a friend."
God damn it all! How the Hell did Aiden do this?! Vincent knew Aiden was being genuine and just wanted to be there for him. But there were just some things he was not wanting to divulge; not that there was anything really to talk about, he thought to himself. Though Aiden had a way about him that brought down Vincent's defenses time and time again. Maybe he should just say goodnight. Right now was not a good time to discuss any of it. They were too out in the open!
On the other hand, he supposed he could just go with Aiden back to Leon's Claw, but honestly he still was wanting to go downtown. And while he wasn't sure about talking about what happened tonight, he surprisingly found he...he wouldn't actually mind explaining this whole cannabis business and what it was. In fact, he wanted to do it. But that meant taking his company on for the rest of the night and making sure he got back to the ship safely afterwards. Did he really want to deal with that? Really?
"Not here. Do you want to come downtown with me?"
Apparently so. There was no taking it back now. Vincent wasn't sure if he was going to regret this or not, but he wanted to be the one to help Aiden understand. It would also help his friend understand Vincent better as well; more of why and who he was.
"S-sure! But I don't have a way to get back without my money. Did you want to just go back to Leon's Claw first?" Aiden asked. He wanted to go with Vincent wherever he was going! What was downtown? He was curious! He could see Vincent considering it for a long moment then finally shook his head and responded, "I'll pay for your carriage back. Let's get you something to drink then when we get to my office I'll explain everything."
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This scene was shot in the Second Life location: City of New Babbage- Academy of Industry beside The New Babbage Aehernauts monument!
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The flood control dam is 165' high and 2750' long. Operated by the Army Corp of Engineers. Hiking trails, wildflower fields, picnic areas, a swimming beach and boat launches dot the area. It's a great public use area with knowledgeable staff at the museum and visitor's area. Pioneer Village with it's maple syrup festival is a big attraction.
It had taken a while for Aiden to fall asleep after that strange moment on the top deck with the captain. He'd laid there in his hammock, going through everything in his head again. Vincent had been fine until his hometown had been brought up. Honestly, why did he care so much? Yeah, he liked the captain but they were barely even friends. When he finally fell asleep, he shut his eyes with a slight crease in his brow.
The next day came like any other and upon seeing Vincent at breakfast, the captain acted as if the conversation last night hadn't happened at all. Vincent was finishing tea and some breakfast when Aiden came to the kitchen. They exchanged their usual morning greetings before Vincent left to get ready for their arrival to the capital.
An hour later, the capitol was in sight and Aiden was amazed by the size of it! He'd heard it was huge but wow! Aiden stood near Vincent, holding onto the ship tight as the captain pulled Leon's Claw into port.
Business went on as usual as it did on the docks with Vincent and Damien working on deck while Aiden did his post-flight inspection, securing everything in the engine room for their extended stay. Afterwards, he went to assist Damien and soon enough, everything was done!
Damien had family in town and was going to be staying with them. However, as he stood on the gangplank*, he scowled at Vincent who stood with a slightly amused look on his face. "Vincent, are you SURE you don't want me to come over?" Vincent smirked and rolled his eyes before taking Damien's bag and pushing it into his arms. "I'm sure. I'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow night." It took a bit more convincing but soon Damien was off heading for his family's home in town.
Vincent turned and saw Aiden sitting nearby on a barrel eating one of those red apples he enjoyed so much. Aiden smirked a bit and said, "Insistent, isn't he?" Vincent gave a small shrug and glanced over his shoulder and watched as Damien disappeared into the crowd. "Eh, he'll be fine. He's always such a worrywart." He looked back at Aiden and gazed into his eyes for a long moment. "And you're going to be fine on Leon's Claw?" Aiden grinned cheekily at Vincent. "I'll be fine. Careful, Captain. I think Damien's worrywart is starting to spread." Vincent gave a slight chuckle and slid his hands into his pockets. "Right. Well then, I'm off. If there is an emergency, here's my address. The dock master knows you are staying here."
Aiden took the small slip of paper with the captain's address, his fingers accidentally brushing his. He felt a familiar warmth and tingly feeling spread through his fingers as their skin made contact. "Thank you, Captain." "You're welcome. Have a good day and see you soon, Aiden." "Good day, Captain." With that, Vincent collected his luggage before taking his leave.
The first thing Aiden did as soon as the captain departed was to grab his money bag, lock up the ship, and hurry towards the post office. Sure enough there was a letter from Papa! Aiden was so excited to receive the letter and quickly raced back to Leon's Claw to read it! He felt overwhelmed seeing his father's handwriting and could hear his voice speaking as he read the words, updating his son about life at home and how he was spending more time in Ms. Moore's company. It seemed like his father may find love again after all!
Aiden spent the rest of the day out on the docks. He got to see a huge airship make port and watch from a close distance as it did! It had been an experience just to see it done so masterfully! The crew worked together so perfectly! Though as he watched, he began to think about how he really did adore Leon's Claw, as small as it was. It really had started to become home. It was a little hard to imagine living on another airship.
Aiden had made a good amount of money working on Leon's Claw; more than he'd ever made in his life! So he decided he was going to treat himself to a nice dinner. However, he had no idea really where he'd want to eat or what to eat! So he pulled on his nicest shirt and made himself look decent and headed out! While wandering through town, he was so distracted by everything that he found himself not really grabbing anything to eat. Finally, it was dark and he saw a sign for meat pies at a tavern! Okay, that sounded really, really good! Meat pies and mead! As Aiden pushed open the door and looked around, he saw a very familiar shape...
"Captain!"
"No... nope... no ship's business... off duty... nope... can't make me."
Aiden stood there, the door open behind him as he stood in surprise. There was Vincent but he was obviously very, very drunk! His eyes were glassy and his skin was a little flushed and he seemed to sway slightly on the bench he sat on. He was staring at Aiden but seemed to have trouble keeping focus before turning and reaching for yet another mug of rum. He was dressed down far more than Aiden had ever seen him even aboard the ship. He looked like any other man wandering around town. Even his eyepatch was plain. Yet even as plainly as he was dressed, he was still very handsome as ever.
Aiden blinked, taken aback by the sight of Vincent like this! The captain didn't seem like the kind of person to drink so heavily or to make a public nuisance of himself! He glanced around the tavern and saw that the few patrons that were there were ignoring them and the man behind the counter just kind of shook his head with a small sigh. Aiden looked back at Vincent as he moved around to stand in front of him, having shut the door behind him.
"Captain, how many have you had?" Aiden asked as he peered into the pitcher of strong alcohol. "Um..." Vincent glanced at the mugs then lifted the fifth mug to his lips and said, "Thaaaaaat many." He drained it, chugging that whole half-pint down in one go! "Now....now this many!" he proclaimed loudly, slurring as he did before setting the mug down heavily on the table. "And many more!" He gave a nod and sudden loud belch before rubbing his stomach. "Pardon me!" And he reached over for the jug and began to lift it with some struggle and pour himself more to drink, but he missed and it poured on the table instead before finally getting some into the mug.
Aiden stared but quickly recovered as he reached for the pitcher and halted the captain's progress. "Captain-" "No....no, Aiden....off duty...Vincent now.. Let me...have...have my drink! I de-deserve this. I've earned it! Hey!" Vincent slurred as Aiden grabbed the pitcher from him. He huffed at Aiden and seized the mug that had half a drink in it before Aiden took that from him too. "Brat."
Aiden blinked in surprise then let out a disbelieving laugh. Did he seriously just call him that?! He glanced towards the man behind the bar who didn't look overly pleased by Vincent's intoxicated behavior as Vincent glanced over and called, "Barman...Bernard, more rum!"
"I think you've had enough," Aiden told him firmly, setting the pitcher down out of Vincent's reach. "Up you get. Come on, Captain." "Aiden, no," Vincent whined but found himself too intoxicated to really fight him on it and was hauled to his feet carefully by Aiden. Aiden glanced at the man behind the bar and asked, "Is he paid up?" "Aye," came the gruff voice. "He's paid up ahead of time. Does so every time." The man behind the bar gave a small shrug dismissively. Every time? Aiden wondered.
It was clear just how drunk Vincent was because he was very unsteady on his feet and had to cling to the edge of the table to keep from falling. He tried to reach for the pitcher but Aiden boldly wrapped his arm around the captain's waist. "Come along, Captain." "But Aiden, I wanna drink!" Vincent complained loudly. "And...and...off duty...not Captain."
Aiden began to lead Vincent out of the tavern with a small struggle once he got directions to Vincent's home from the man behind the bar. As he did, he heard the man behind the bar say to one of the patrons, "We're used to him. He does this every time he comes home; never forgave himself after-" And the door closed behind him so he missed that last part. Damn it!
Aiden had an idea where the captain's home was but he'd never been there. "Where is your home? That way, right?" he asked as they turned the corner around the tavern. Vincent glanced down the small road leading away from the tavern and said, "That way....I think....Maybe." "I hope you're right."
As they began to head down the way, Aiden's arm tightened around Vincent's waist and held him right against his side. As he did, he could smell Vincent's personal scent through the alcohol and how pleasant it felt to have someone in his arm. It felt...nice. Really nice. A soft smile perked his lips as his mind went blissfully blank in the sensation.
"Y-ya know... You should smile more... You got cute dimples riiiiiight there...."
Aiden's face went bright red and heat filled his cheeks as he felt Vincent's fingertip gently brush the small dimple at the corner of his lips. He looked away slightly and licked his lips nervously. "I-um...I.. Nuh uh!" He felt Vincent's hand press to his chest and his other hand come up and drape over his left shoulder. "Aw Aiden! You doooo! Do it ag-again! It's...it's cute!"
Aiden felt his blushing spread down his neck and under his collar as he glanced back at Vincent and saw how lovely his face looked in the moonlight as he gazed up at him so hopefully. He paused their steps and for a moment, he began to smile softly just for Vincent.
"Happy now?" Aiden asked, unable to stop that cute, small smile. Vincent's hand left Aiden's chest and brushed his fingers against the small dimple at the corner of his mouth before nodding silently and lowering his hand to Aiden's muscled chest once more.
For a long moment, Aiden stared into Vincent's eye, feeling himself getting a little lost in it as they stood there, Vincent in his arm and touching his chest and shoulder like so. This felt so nice. He could feel his heart speed up just a touch, beating harder than before.
Vincent stared back up at Aiden, leaning just a touch closer as he gazed up into his eyes. His lips parted slightly almost as if he were about to say something which made Aiden feel nervous. Then suddenly a powerful wave of nausea hit and Vincent doubled over and began to throw up at Aiden's feet! Aiden gasped in surprise, holding onto Vincent so he didn't fall over while still trying to avoid the mess!
"Oh God," Vincent groaned as he wiped at his mouth a few seconds later, Aiden pulling him around the mess on the ground. "Okay, time to get you home. Come on, Captain." Vincent gave a small nod and leaned against Aiden's side miserably, arms around Aiden's waist as he was held around his shoulders. From there, he was guided gently along a new street as they headed towards his home.
Vocabulary:
Gangplank: a moveable wooden board that allows people to walk on and off a ship at a pier
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This two-part scene was taken in Second Life at Victorian London - Time Portal in the Meat Pie Shop and behind it in the alleyway leading away from the street!
You can check out this AMAZING roleplay-type parcel and even rent from there! Its so realistic! Seriously! The details here are incredible!
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Cosmic Engineers is a science fiction novel by American author Clifford D. Simak. It was published in 1950 by Gnome Press in an edition of 6,000 copies, of which 1,000 were bound in paperback for an armed forces edition. The novel was originally serialized in the magazine Astounding in 1939.
The novel concerns a group of earthmen and a girl, who is awakened from suspended animation, being contacted by aliens with whom they join to prevent the collision of one universe with another.
Running 2 hours early, 66850 David Maidment OBE leads 6M28 Hinksey Sidings to Bescot Up Engineers Sidings through Saltley.
The last job I planned to photograph was the Deming Local. This is my regular job here and I can't remember the last time we did anything photogenic. After shooting the Rincon Local at Florida I was extremely surprised to come over the rise to Mirage on route 26 and see a headlight. Tony and Gary hauled Rincon cars out to Mirage nearing last light. With about 4 minutes of light left the sun dropped below the cloud bank. After a couple of ok roster shots I got a shot of the guys before they got moving back to Deming.
Just after midday and I catch one of two northbound Engineers trains. The first one I catch at Greenholme with 66523 heading up Shap with 5Y53, Oubeck Loop - Carlisle on Sunday 14th May 2017
Get up above treeline in Colorado, and you're bound to see some wonderful sights. This is taken over the San Juans from Engineer Mountain near Silverton, CO.
Engineer Abdul Rahman Bin Mohammad Abdul Haqq.
Governor of Farasaan island - Southern Saudi Arabia.
This shot was taken during my visit to the southern region of Saudi Arabia. I tried combining Dave Hill and Dragan effects, adding mono-color to the mix, and this is the final result.
The governor is a very polite and well-educated man, who actually lives in Jizan and commutes daily to Farasan island. He is very committed to his job and one of his wild ambitions is to see the island of Farasan as an international tourism destination.
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المهندس / عبدالرحمن بن محمد عبالحق
محافظ جزيرة فرسان
تم إلتقاط هذه الصورة خلال زيارتي للمحافظات جنوب المملكة العربية السعودية
وقد حاولت الجمع بين تقنية "ديف هيل" والـ "دراقان" ، بالإضىفة إلى توحّد الألوان
وكانت هذه هي النتيجة النهائية
المهندس عبد الرحمن رجل قمة في الأخلاق ، وضليع في مسائل عديدة
كما أنه من سكـان جيزان في الأساس ، ويتنقل يومياً بين جيزان وفرسان
أحد طموحاته هو رؤية جزيرة فرسان كوجهة عالمية للسياحة
Civil Engineers 'Dutch' Liveried 37025 seen at Kyle Of Localsh, waiting to depart with 2H86 17.00 Kyle Of Localsh to Inverness, 03.09.1992
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This is a series of postcards photographed by Victor Ross from Petawawa, Ontario during the late 1930's. These are postcards numbered R-22 & R-25 (the R stands for "Ross").
There is also a line of postcards "Victor Ross" made with the "V" - which stands for the Victor. Both the V's and the R's were in his folder that was produced around 1940.
Victor George Krigger/Thrasher (Ross)
1909–1966
BIRTH 3 OCT 1909 • Pembroke, Renfrew, Ontario, Canada
DEATH 10 SEP 1966 • Petawawa, Renfrew, Ontario, Canada
Victor George Krigger (Ross) was born on October 3, 1909, in Pembroke, Ontario, Canada, his step-father, William Ross, was 28 and his mother, Mary, was 28. He had three sons and three daughters with Ethel May James. He died on September 10, 1966, in Petawawa, Ontario, Canada, at the age of 56.
A 50 / 50 chance of seeing this which paid off today as both 66779 and 66762 were at Toton this morning.
BR Green 66779 "Evening Star" approaches Harrowden Junction on it's first run down through my local haunt on the 6G35 - Toton North Yard to Wellingborough Engineers working - 30-07-16
One of the many uncannily realistic mannequins in the Brunel Centre in Bristol. Not sure if this is Brunel himself or someone working for him but he's presented as working on a major project.
Author's Note: The contents of this chapter include very sensitive subject matter and may be triggering to some individuals. Scenes of abuse of various forms are represented as not only for storytelling, but to raise awareness of what this behavior looks like. Abusive behavior in this story includes, but is not limited to: physical abuse, mental abuse, verbal abuse, gaslighting, manipulation, intentional triggering of another's PTSD, and trauma. In no way are these scenes intended to purposely trigger or harm anyone.
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"...Vincent, it's me! Open the door! I need to talk to you now!"
After such an exciting (though socially exhausting) day, hearing Damien's persistent tone on the other side of the door caused him to tense as if he'd been doused with cold water. This was not how he would have liked to end his day! He really didn't want to deal with Damien right now, but he couldn't pretend he wasn't home anymore. He'd hoped Damien would have let him know before coming over. Vincent already felt a stress-headache coming on. He put the safety back on his pistol and gave a soft sigh. He could do this.
But as Vincent reached for the lock so he could let Damien in, the door was knocked on again! Vincent stared at the door and scowled. Well, that was rude of him, he thought sourly. He was sorely tempted to leave Damien out there even longer but then Damien called through the door again, "Come on, Vincent! Don't leave me out here like this. I thought you said you wanted to talk this out!"
Inhaling sharply through his nose, Vincent grit his teeth. Damien didn't need to make such a loud commotion for the whole building to hear! Deciding just to get this over with he let out some tension as he exhaled. Then he reached for the door, unlocked it, and pulled the door open to stare stoically up at his best friend of six years with his pistol resting at his side defenselessly.
Damien stared back at him with a look Vincent had seen many times; just never directed at him. In his interrogation mode, Damien's brows furrowed deeply and eyes darkened a certain way that could send chills down the spine of almost anyone who received it. His arms were folded over his chest and, in Vincent's opinion, he looked more impatient than he'd ever seen him. Vincent, however, was not like most people, and he maintained his stoic exterior. But oh, he was offended! Who the Hell did Damien think he was?! He opened his mouth to put Damien in his place but Damien cut in just a tiny bit faster.
"Are you alone?" Damien demanded quietly. Vincent blinked at him with just a hint of surprise at this question. He barely had a chance to utter, "Yes?" before Damien nodded and brushed past him to enter the flat. He grunted, "Good. We have much to discuss and I don't want any interruptions this time."
"What is the meaning of this?" Vincent asked incredulously as he pushed the door closed with a groan. "I was expecting you to let me know when you were coming over first. You always let me know first." And when he turned to look at Damien, he found Damien standing nearly an arm's length away and glowering at him.
"Well, I was expecting a bit more loyalty from YOU!"
"Loyalty?!"
"Yes! Why should I do what you want me to do when you won't do what 'I' want? All I wanted to do was to talk this out....just you and me. And all anyone else can do is put their nose in where it doesn't belong."
"It had nothing to do with Aiden!"
But at the mention of their engineer's name, Damien's nostrils flared and he spat out, "See how quickly you think of 'him?' You are proving my point. No, Vincent, it has EVERYTHING to do with YOU!" He pointed his finger right at Vincent's chest and accused, "You are throwing me to the side like a discarded, rotted apple core on the side of the road for the rats! I didn't even mention anyone in particular and already your mind went to him! Aiden this! Aiden that! Why does he even matter anyway?" Damien pressed his hands to his own chest and his expression implored Vincent to see his side as he pleaded, "Don't you care about me at all, Vincent?"
Fleetingly, Vincent was amazed that Damien had the courage to behave and speak to him like this when Vincent was armed. Despite his calm exterior, he was growing more confused and upset at Damien's onslaught of unexpected feelings. However, it was as Aiden was brought up that it shifted into anger. Vincent was done. He was going to put him in his place once and for all! But damn it all Damien asked him if he cared about him at all and Vincent felt like the wind had been knocked out of him! He felt as if he couldn't focus on what he was upset about anymore as he grappled with the unexpected, emotional question.
Of course he cared about Damien! Damien was like a brother to him! He loved him as much despite their current situation. It was what made it hurt so much worse as each second of this whole interaction passed. Had....he been unfair to Damien somehow? He did want to work things out! After all, he'd gone to Damien's temporary residence as Damien had told him before many times to do if he ever needed anything. Unlike Vincent, Damien didn't care if anyone simply dropped in. Damien's sister had insisted once before that it was fine if he stopped in anytime. Honestly, he'd wondered if Damien had nudged her into it but he was grateful to be able to see his friend all the same.
"Of course, I care about you," Vincent relented as his stoic expression faded and a small, sad frown pulled at his lips. Was that how Damien felt about him? About their friendship? "That's not fair, Damien. How can you even say that after everything we've been through?"
"I can say the same about you," Damien responded with just a touch of edge in his voice as he reached out with his metallic arm and pressed his mechanical hand to the door behind Vincent and leaned in slightly; almost a touch dangerously. It made Vincent tense involuntarily as he stared back up at him. However, Damien's voice softened and he sounded and looked hurt.
"I just wanted to talk. And you sent me away."
"I-I just..."
"You just what, Vincent?"
Vincent shrank back slightly against the door and gazed up at his best friend before sighing. Finally he replied, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like you don't matter." At his words, Damien's aggression dissipated as he smiled more. "I knew you would understand. I forgive you," Damien responded as his hand slid to squeeze Vincent's shoulder before resting there. Vincent glanced at his hand then gave a small nod before turning and brushing past Damien to head towards the veranda to get some air. As he walked past a bookshelf, he set down his gun then proceeded to run his hands through his hair. Bloody Hell...
Damien let his hand fall to his side as he turned slowly in place to visually follow Vincent's figure as he made to step outside. His eyes narrowed before he began to follow him out. Was something else wrong?
Out on the veranda, Vincent inhaled slowly and deeply through his nostrils before slowly exhaling as he glanced up at the evening sky. While he didn't mean to make Damien feel like he didn't matter, Damien's behavior as of late was....not okay. He really needed to talk to him about it. He needed to get to the bottom of it once and for all. Vincent could hear Damien following him out onto the veranda behind him. This was his chance to talk it out....just the two of them.
"Look... Damien..." Vincent turned to face Damien and he spoke sincerely as he tried to reason and understand. "I don't know what's been going on lately. I don't like this contention going on between us. I want you to talk to me. Tell me what's going on."
"There's nothing to talk about. You already apologized."
"Yes but that's not what I'm talking about."
"Then what ARE you talking about?"
"The contention going on between us lately; 'before' just the day before. Surely, you've felt it too?"
"Contention?"
"Yes. That's what I said."
"I don't know what you mean."
Damien looked genuinely confused! Vincent just couldn't understand why Damien didn't see what he was talking about. If he was being honest with himself, he had only noticed it during the last few weeks. Prior to that, they'd gotten on well enough and had always been able to work things out. It only seemed to be getting worse....and for some reason it felt like it was only around Aiden. He couldn't quite figure it out. Surely, that couldn't be it, he thought. Surely, Damien would tell him if he had a problem with Aiden! Up until the day before yesterday, the two seemed to have worked out whatever problem they had. But apparently they hadn't and something still seemed off between them even the other day. But...hadn't it always? Vincent had not forgotten what Bernadette had told him about Damien and Aiden's quarrel while he was still abed with high fever. He trusted she would never lie to him; especially about something like that. Therefore, he had taken her word that they had worked it. After all, Aiden hadn't come to him about Damien's misconduct. Was there not as big of a problem as he believed it was? Or was it just worse under the surface?
"Well," Vincent cleared his throat and began calmly, "that aside, I wanted to talk to you about something else. Just...I want to have a heart to heart, okay? Two days ago-"
"But you-"
"Don't interrupt me. Please let me finish."
Damien scowled but he closed his mouth and folded his arms over his chest defensively. However he did keep his mouth closed as he quirked his brow at Vincent and waited for whatever he was going to tell him. Opposite him, Vincent stared up at him calmly and waited for him. Once he saw Damien was actually going to listen he continued.
"Two days ago when you and I were speaking, some of the things you said to me were out of line." Vincent watched Damien's jaw tighten as his jaw clenched. Vincent felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach but tried to explain how he felt anyway. "You really hurt my feelings; especially when you accused me of being too intoxicated." And, sure enough, he'd barely had a chance to utter the last word of his sentence before Damien cut in defensively, "Well YOU hurt MY feelings!"
"I know, and I already apologized. But I still want to talk about what you-"
"You know I can't help what I say when I get angry!"
"Damien, don't you see?! THIS is what I'm talking about! We never argue like this!"
"You are just mad that I called you out on it!" He took a step closer and poked Vincent's chest which caused him to gasp in surprise! "It's not MY fault you like to overindulge in alcohol and herbs! Damn it, Vincent! You know what? Sometimes it's hard to tell if it's 'you' I'm talking to, or your addictions!"
Vincent's face fell, and for the second time this week he very nearly broke down completely. He bit his lower lip and gave a small nod before turning and facing away from Damien. He defensively folded his arms over his chest as his shoulders sank depressingly. That had hurt. It had hurt a lot. Was that really how Damien felt?
Damien sighed. He ran his hands over his face then peeked at Vincent through his fingers. Vincent still wasn't looking at him. He was just...standing there dejectedly and hurt. Frowning slightly, Damien stepped closer and placed his hand on Vincent's shoulder. At his touch, however, Vincent turned away more; clearly not wanting to be touched.
"What do you want me to say, Vincent? I'm sorry, okay?"
After several seconds of no response, Damien huffed and leaned around him and peered at the side of his face. Still nothing. In fact, Vincent turned his head away from him even more! 'Damn it all!' Damien thought. He groaned softly and leaned his forearms against the railing and leaned against it. He hung his head down slightly before glancing back at Vincent.
"Come on. You know I didn't mean that," he tried again, his voice softening. This time he sounded more sincere. "I really am sorry, Vincent. You know sometimes I say things I don't mean. Don't let this silly misunderstanding ruin what we have." At this, Vincent took a deep breath and slowly let it out before turning to glance over his shoulder at Damien, his gaze lifting towards his face but unable to meet his eyes.
"Is that what you really think of me?"
"I just said I didn't. Look, why don't we just start over and put all this behind us? We agree there have been misunderstandings and things done and said that we don't mean."
Vincent licked his lips as he considered that. Maybe Damien was right and it would be best to put it behind them and move on from it. While things had never escalated this much, they had done the same thing in the past once they reached an understanding. It always seemed to work out and they were fine again. Though, this time Aiden was a third party in this. Would things be okay with Aiden too?
"What about Aiden?"
"He will be fine! And if he can't work this out with me, it's not a big deal. He can leave just like the others did and go back to that little garage you plucked him out of." Damien gave a noncommittal shrug then confidently slid his arm around Vincent's shoulders and drew him to his side with an encouraging grin. Much to his delight he watched as Vincent lifted his gaze to finally look at him and gave a small smile and replied, "I suppose you're right."
"Of course I am!" Damien tightened his arm around Vincent's shoulders and jostled him gently with a chuckle. "You and me against the world, right?"
Vincent smiled a bit more and nodded. "Yeah, you and me against the world." Damien grinned and looked up at the sky and continued to ramble on about how he couldn't wait to get back up into the air. Beside him, Vincent's gaze lowered and he looked down at the railing. He could feel his mood sinking more and more. He couldn't help feeling like he hadn't really had a chance to get out what he wanted to say. It felt unfinished on Vincent's end but they HAD agreed it was a misunderstanding and to just move on from it. He decided to push it down and just...tuck it away. Perhaps things would just get better after all; just like Damien was saying. However, there was still something he couldn't seem to shake.
While he had voiced his agreement, the idea of Aiden leaving because he couldn't work things out with Damien made him feel even worse; somehow even worse than this unfinished business with Damien. Aiden was NOT like the handful of others who had departed from Leon's Claw. Aiden was special...important. He didn't want to see him go!
"...and in a few weeks your ribs will be healed! Guh...I'm so bored. I can't wait to get back in the air again," Damien was saying beside him. He appeared not to notice Vincent's quick-sinking depression. Perhaps it was better that way, Vincent figured. He really didn't want to upset Damien even more tonight. He was tired and growing more and more exhausted. Honestly, he just wanted to be done. He wanted to be alone. More than anything, he just wanted to escape. However, Vincent noticed Damien didn't seem ready to leave anytime soon. He'd have to do something about that.
"You're right!" Vincent replied with a small smirk, nudging Damien gently with his elbow as an idea had suddenly come to him. All he had to do was play along to keep Damien in a good enough mood. "Just a few more weeks. You're worried about being bored right? So why don't you keep yourself entertained by going to your family's gathering?" Damien opened his mouth and was about to interrupt but Vincent turned in Damien's arm and quickly added, "I know you want to stay here with me but all I'm going to be doing is sitting around. Boring. I'm boring."
"Are you trying to get rid of me?"
"I am pointing out the benefits if you go...such as the amazing food you KNOW will be there and you can share all your new adventures with everyone. It's been a long while since you've been there. You know everyone loves to hear when you tell a story! It would be fun!"
Damien gave a smug smirk and shrug as Vincent stroked his ego. He was right: everyone DID enjoy a good story and Damien had plenty to share now. The younger generations of his family all seemed to look up to him. It never failed to boost his ego.
"Honestly," Vincent continued, "you won't miss a thing. I intend to spend the next few weeks with my nose in a book."
"You'd rather choose a book over my company? How nice."
"Hmph! I keep telling you I'm not nice!"
Damien laughed and lifted his arm off of Vincent's shoulder so he could turn and face him properly as he leaned against the railing. Vincent turned fully to face him and gave him a small, amused smirk. "There are no plans except to sit and rest. Honest. No more adventures for me for a while. I am going to be resting. Bernadette's orders. Go with your sister. Go enjoy your vacation away and just have fun! You deserve it! You'll be back in three weeks from now, yes? By then my ribs should be good enough to go sailing! You and I can go together and then you can tell me all about your trip. It will give us both something to look forward to!"
"Fine," Damien finally agreed with a small chuckle. "I suppose you're right." He chuckled before he reached over his head and stretched and felt his back pop where he needed it and let himself drift off with thoughts of going to his family reunion after all.
"Good! It's decided!" Vincent agreed before Damien could change his mind. He had to fight to actually sigh with relief. While he truly did enjoy Damien's friendship, right now he really needed time away from him. It was best just to let him be happy and just...get past this for now. Maybe one day they could actually talk this out like he wanted to. He also figured that this time apart might be just what Damien and Aiden needed as well.
"Well since I'm here why don't we have dinner at The Fat Lady's? We can celebrate getting past all this messy business!" Damien was saying, but already Vincent felt his stomach lurch at the idea; especially at the mention of the tavern where Thorn and Micah had accused him of gambling. He smiled weakly and shook his head. "I appreciate the offer, but I think I will need to postpone. Why don't we celebrate tomorrow instead?"
"How come?"
"How come? Because I am not ready to go out tonight. I have a headache brewing, my ribs are aching, and I was not prepared for company let alone ready to go out in public tonight." Vincent pleaded exhaustedly. He just wanted to be left alone! And indeed, Damien finally began to see how tired Vincent looked. He did look a bit pale, didn't he? His brow furrowed in concern and asked, "Vincent, why didn't you say so? I could have just come back another time!"
Vincent fought back the knee-jerk reaction of angrily calling Damien a rather creative, colorful name. Instead, he sighed and just snorted at the irony of the situation and went to head back inside. Damien could have started with that when he first arrived! he thought.
Finally Vincent managed in a convincing voice as he paused at the door: "It's fine. Don't worry about it. Come on. I'll see you out."
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