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Veteran Engineer J.C is at the helm of 4777, bringing 589 into Arnprior with cars for Nylene. John has called Ottawa his home terminal for years, working through both the CN and OCR eras, and he still takes pride in his work to this day
A CVSR locomotive engineer answer questions from an onlooker as his train sits in Akron, Ohio, at the end of a run.
66718 AL @ TOTON Yard with 7D99 11.34 BESCOT UP ENGINEERS - TOTON NORTH YARD/ DOWN SIDINGS .Saturday 22nd July 2023
Honestly Vincent had been looking forward to flying the skies with Damien despite everything that had happened between them recently. The engines were fired up and they were off for hours! It felt like old times with just the two of them. It was good to have one-on-one time again now that they weren't fighting. He was still clinging to the hope that things would go back to normal.
But while Vincent was smiling and chuckling...it was just a facade. What should have been a fun evening out instead had been secretly ruined for him. He had to put on a brave face because he sure as Hell wasn't about to tell Damien that he was thinking about Aiden and Charlie the Octopus (as he very recently and bitterly dubbed her). Even Damien and all the strong herb he could smoke couldn't stop those intrusive thoughts and images of the two of them together and all the what-ifs of what could be. And to top it all off he KNEW this was illogical!
The next morning after a restless sleep, Vincent groggily found himself standing alone with a steaming mug of coffee while staring up at Aiden's vacant hammock. He...he missed Aiden. What was up with that? He'd just seen him yesterday afternoon! There was no reason to be missing him already! Yet he was oblivious of the prevalent look of longing upon his face that suggested otherwise.
Damien returned very shortly afterwards with breakfast. He insisted on sticking around and keeping Vincent company while waiting. Aiden wasn't expected until noon and there was still a couple hours to go so Vincent was glad to have some sort of distraction again.
When Aiden arrived at the appointed time, he was greeted by Vincent and Damien up on the deck waiting for him while Vincent smoked from his pipe. It was the best way for Vincent to keep himself centered while they'd waited. Yet, if you'd looked at him you'd never guess anything was amiss. Thankfully, the moment his eyes rested on Aiden, relief filled him. That was better. However, there was still the matter of wanting to know how things had gone last night...
Aiden quickly put up his overnight bag and rejoined his crewmates on the top deck with Eugene the mechanical hermit crab in hand. He flashed a grin at Vincent as he took a seat down on the ground next to where his captain sat on a crate. With his legs spread out wide, Aiden set Eugene down on the floorboards and watched as he crawled around. With an impish little smile Aiden glanced up at Damien and gestured towards his creation.
"Damien, meet Eugene! I made him while you were gone. I used Fulgora's Eye just like with Pete!"
"You...you made another one."
"I did! He's adorable, isn't he? He just moves around aimlessly forever and ever and ever!"
"Yes," Damien agreed with a wry smile. He obviously didn't think so. "Absolutely ...adorable."
Aiden knew Damien didn't think much of him or his ideas. Likewise, Aiden didn't think much of Damien, so was he antagonizing him a little bit? Yes, he was! Pretending that Damien had meant it after all, Aiden grinned a little wider and responded enthusiastically, "Right?! Vincent thought so, too! You should have seen how tiny the screws were! I had a lot of fun breaking apart the Fulgora's Eye and chipping off a piece tiny enough to fit inside and..."
Vincent smirked a little to himself and said nothing as Aiden launched into one of his excited explanations about how he'd done it. He basically gave Damien a taste of his own medicine by not letting him get much of a word in. Nearly three minutes passed and Aiden was STILL talking about Fulgora's Eye and Vincent could see Damien was already spacing out. Vincent, however, was still following along interestedly.
When Aiden finished his excited rant one more minute after that, Vincent chuckled and told him, "Good! I'm glad you're making good use of the Fulgora's Eye." Though, opposite him, Damien sneered, "Good use? Eh, if you say so. At least the lantern is somewhat useful."
Aiden's head snapped up in defense and he opened his mouth to buck back when he saw Vincent's silent, pleading look; begging him to not say anything. So instead Aiden closed his mouth and scooped Eugene into his hand and held him close and tried not to let Damien get to him. This was bullshit. Utter...bullshit...
"We had a marvelous time last night! Leon's Claw is in great condition by the way," Damien informed Aiden with a small grin as he strode over and stood on Vincent's other side. "After sitting these two months on her ass there were no problems whatsoever getting her up in the air!"
Vincent chuckled and shifted off the crate and gave a small little stretch as he responded, "Well, thank Aiden! He's done a great job keeping the engines running and the ship ready to go at any time. Did you really think I was going to let my ship sit all this time as if she were dead in the water? Speaking of, I'd like to get back on schedule as soon as possible." Deflecting to the safer, new topic Vincent turned to look at his crewmates and huffed, "My uncle has been delayed further in his return to the capital. I need to speak with him before we make our final arrangements. He better be back before the ball or else I'd hate to be in his shoes when Aunt Jennifer finally gets a hold of him..."
Had...had Vincent not told Damien about their moonlit flight? Aiden wondered. He tried to listen as Damien and Vincent discussed how soon after the ball they'd be leaving. But instead his mind was occupied by the idea that Vincent and he shared a secret knowledge of a wonderful night together sailing the skies during the full moon.
Not long after Damien suggested that they head out to let Aiden settle in. Vincent didn't really want to go but he wanted to talk to Aiden in private. It would be easier to do that if Damien thought he was leaving, too. They had managed to skirt around yesterday's details. He'd not told Damien that Aiden had gone to the Dubois manor for dinner alone nor that there had been a gathering yesterday in Vincent's office beforehand. It wasn't that Aiden or he were doing anything wrong, right? He didn't 'have' to tell Damien everything that went on in his life!
After managing to shake Damien off half an hour later Vincent returned to Leon's Claw while trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in his stomach. Not knowing the details was eating at him! Yet in his calm voice he called out, "Aiden?"
"I'm here! Come on down!"
When Vincent made his descent, he found Aiden sitting atop his hammock and leaning back against the wall with his knees drawn up and forearms resting over his knees. In his hand was Eugene, who was turned off. It was as if he simply was wanting to hold something in his hands. There was no sign of Aiden's sketchbook or tools beside him. It appeared he was just...sitting. Aiden rarely just sat there unless something was heavy on mind. But he saw how Aiden sat up a bit more and his smile lighting up upon seeing him. With a small, curious tilt of his head Aiden asked, "Is everything okay?"
"Yes, everything's fine. I-I was wanting to speak with you in private is all," Vincent explained with a slight smile. "About yesterday."
In private? That all but confirmed it, Aiden realized. Vincent really hadn't told Damien much of any of what's been going on lately. He felt his stomach fill with butterflies that Vincent had come to see him...just him.
"What about yesterday?" Aiden wondered aloud to him to which Vincent simply smiled as he leaned against one of the pillars.
"Ah, nothing serious. I was simply wanting to know how your evening was at my aunt's. Did you have a good time?"
Vincent gave a soft chuckle as Aiden lit up with an enthusiastic nod and exclaimed, "I did! I swear if I could eat Mrs. Faris' cooking again, I could die happy!"
"Without a doubt her cooking is worth visiting home for every time. What did she make?"
"Shepherd's pie!"
"I'm jealous! I don't think I've had that since last Summer."
"Next time, you should come with me! I'm going back over there on Monday afternoon!"
Wait...Aiden was going back over there on Monday? But why? Wetting his lips and ignoring the feeling of a rock sitting in his stomach, Vincent dared to ask, "What's happening on Monday?"
"Oh, I'm practicing with Charlotte for the masquerade! She even offered to come as my plus one."
"I see. Good for you! That's wonderful. I appreciate the invitation but I have plans that day. I'm sure you'll do great. Like I said, you've already got natural talent."
Vincent gave a nod and forced a smile to indicate his approval despite feeling as though he'd just been slapped. Apparently, Abigail hadn't kept an eye on things as much as he'd hoped she would. The idea of going back to his family home on Monday with Aiden didn't sound appealing at all; not if he was going to be subjected to watching Charlie and Aiden dancing and looking so fucking perfect together...
"Anyway," Vincent quickly added as his gaze diverted and pretended not to be bothered, "I'm glad things went well but I should take my leave. I'll be in touch."
Already?! Aiden didn't want Vincent to go yet! He'd only just gotten here! He quickly suggested, "You don't have to go yet. Did you want to stay and smoke together?"
"As tempting as that is, I really must be going. Maybe next time. Have a pleasant day. I'll see you soon."
"Oh, okay. See you soon."
And with that, Vincent left, leaving Aiden sitting atop his hammock with a small furrow on his brow and feeling even more troubled than before Vincent had arrived. That hadn't been Vincent's real smile. He knew his captain enough to be able to tell the difference. Aiden didn't like it when Vincent fake-smiled...but why do it to begin with? What was wrong?
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The following week felt like a blur for Vincent. With the masquerade being less than a week away now and preparations to be made for leaving the capital in the near future, it was easy to keep himself busy. Plus, his uncle had finally returned after his massive but unavoidable delay. Unfortunately, that meant there was even MORE to be done with much less time to do it. Thankfully he had made it back in time! At least it helped keep Vincent's mind occupied...
Today, Vincent was due to meet with Damien and run a few errands for the ship's business. Once that was all taken care of, then he'd be heading to his most anticipated and final stop of the week: Rosamund's!
Rosamund warmly welcomed the captain and his first mate to her wagon. It had been since last Summer since she'd seen Damien. However, this time she observed the two of them with a slightly different lens now that she was aware that not all had been well with them lately.
It was a profitable meeting for both parties. Deals were struck, a late lunch of venison was shared, herb was smoked, and the day was going swell thus far! Vincent was happy with everything and he made sure Rosamund was well compensated for her wares and sensitive, particular information of which he'd not be able to find out otherwise regarding some rivals and competition. He was eagerly looking forward to the day here very soon where he'd be inviting Aiden along on these sort of meetings and get him fully integrated into the crew of Leon's Claw. In fact, he already had plans to do so after things settled down from the ball before heading back to the skies.
Once everything was all said and done, Rosamund escorted her guests back into the bustling city. She needed to run an errand there so they decided to walk together. Once they made it to where they needed to part, Vincent and Damien began to bid their hostess a final farewell. As Damien was chuckling and speaking with Rosamund, Vincent turned to look around at the city and...felt like he was suddenly punched very, very hard in the stomach.
Across the road and completely oblivious to Vincent's staring was Aiden. And he wasn't alone. Looking more mature and grown up than Vincent had ever seen her was Charlotte. She had her hands ('More like tentacles,' Vincent thought to himself) wrapped around Aiden's arm as he escorted her along. They were smiling! And laughing! At least they weren't completely alone. One of the family lady's maids was following behind a short distance away as a chaperone of sorts.
Vincent was aware that they were meeting for dance practices this week but what the Hell were they doing all the way out here?! The longer Vincent stared, the worse he felt! It felt like everything inside him was clenching painfully. And to make matters worse, Damien had suddenly noticed them as well.
"Is that-? It is!" Damien exclaimed with a wide grin. "Who would have thought it, eh, Vincent?" He set his elbow atop Vincent's shoulder and lightly leaned against him as he watched the young couple walk together from afar. Vincent folded his arms across his chest as Rosamund came up alongside Vincent's other side. She brought her hand up over her brows and peered around.
"Who are we talking about?"
"See the blond man with the blue shirt over there? That's our engineer: Aiden," Damien explained. Vincent silently begged him to stop talking, but Damien did not. He cheerfully continued, "And the beauty on his arm is Vincent's cousin. I had no idea they were courting! This is brilliant!"
"Ooh, I see! He's real easy on the eyes, too," Rosamund responded with an appreciative smile as she appraised Aiden's appearance from afar. With a smirk she gently nudged Vincent's arm and demanded, "So when were you planning to introduce us?! I forgot you said you had a new engineer!"
Vincent turned towards Rosamund and with absolutely no emotion on his face or in his tone as he responded simply, "Very soon. Forgive me, I just remembered I have a sudden urgent matter to attend to."
"Wait, Vincent! Where are you going?"
Ignoring Damien's demands and Rosamund's bewildered expression, Vincent continued to briskly walk away in the opposite direction of his associates and the direction Aiden and Charlotte were heading. He...he needed to go home. Now. He was done. Just...so fucking done with everything.
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***Please note this is a BOY LOVE (LGBTQ+) series. It is a slow burn and is rated YOUNG ADULT!***
Special thank you to my husband Vin for collaborating with me on this series and co-starring as The Captain! And BIG THANK YOU to Vin for also putting together all these poses and being my hero! ♥
And also thank you to Mythra Rose-Älskling for starring, once again, as our lovely Rosamund!
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This man is an amateur model, his fulltime job is an engineer.
I personally love how he managed to strike the balance between masculinity and certain, primal attraction, through the manipulation of light and elements.
Something I found in my old magazine collections. The photos are taken from illustrations in printed issues for sharing and appreciation. Please kindly contact me if it violates your copyright and I shall have them removed.
Sanatorium Zonnestraal, Hilversum NL, 1926-1931, architects Duiker, Wiebenga & Bijvoet - the architects/structural engineers designed the Sanatorium Zonnestraal near Hilversum in The Netherlands, completed in 1928. This cutting-edge design changed the way the world considered hospitals, by discarding the dark, unsanitary buildings of the past. Early twentieth century designs emphasized air circulation and access to sunlight. This innovation was so successful that many upscale homes placed sleeping quarters outside on balconies. The composition of glass, concrete, and steel in this structure continues to be copied in many modern homes. Three main buildings of three parallel wings contain treatment facilities and staff quarters. The infirmary houses 28 patients, specifically tuberculosis patients. Spatial relationships are clear and direct. The white concrete is brilliantly subservient to the airy and light atmosphere. There is no telling how much this project improved the quality of life for sick and mentally ill people all over the world. It is a triumph of Modernism. A major restauration took place from 2001. The main building is totally restored. From the remaining original pavilion the structure and facades have been restored. The interior is waiting for a new user.
How many video engineers does it take to change a light bulb..?
Somewhere in San Francisco, circa 1996. [Scanned from 35mm negative.]
Freightliner’s contract with Network Rail is evident here with Class 66/562 at the head of a very long engineers train from Ely. It is seen here pulling into Manningtree station where the whole train will reverse and travel to Parkeston Quay on the Harwich line. Not sure why it didn’t take the east curve at Manningtree North Junction – curve radius too tight perhaps?
60 006 'Scunthorpe Ironmaster' is seen having lost its British Steel blue livery applied in 1997 in favour of silver and black for the new owners of the steel company, Corus. The livery was changed when the Anglo-Dutch Hoogovens Steel Co. merged with British Steel Co. to form Corus. The train seen here is an engineers train 6K89 02.47 from Kingmoor Yard standing in a possession south of Lockerbie station during track renewal work.
I had a lucky escape with this loco as later the same year (02.10.2004) I should have been working it to Blea Moor on a night time ballast train from Kingmoor Yard when it caught fire near Helm Tunnel on train 6L85 and was extensively damaged as the fire brigade couldn't reach the remote location. My good fortune was the day before I had been asked by another driver to swap turns as he wanted a later start instead of a day shift on a Saturday so I obliged not knowing what fate was to befall him that night. He had to climb out of a cutting near Helm Tunnel on foot to raise the alarm by which time the loco was well alight. Needless to say it was never to work again being towed first to Thornaby TMD for assessment then moved to Toton TMD for indefinite storage.
Crewe allocated 47205 runs past the uncommisioned Westbury PSB into Westbury station with a westbound civil engineers train on 27th January 1983.
The Brush was withdrawn in September 2004 but has been preserved at the Northampton & Lamport Railway since December of that year.
It was briefly renumbered at 47395 for working in the Channel Tunnel pool between March 1994 & September 1995 before regaining its original number.
An unidentified class member sits on the curve.
47576 King's Lynn rushes past White Waltham piloted by a plain grey engineers livery Class 47, thought to be 47364..
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47576 entered service as D1771 in 1964. It was withdrawn in 2002 and finally scrapped in 2005.
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47364 was new to traffic in 1964 as D1883
After this photo was taken it was painted ino Civil Engineer 'Dutch' livery and again renumbered briefly as 47981 before being scrapped in 2000 at Wigan .
Scan from 6x7 transparency
I am a Chemical Engineer. Twenty years ago, I never imagined being one. Blogged
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66593 ‘3MG Mersey Multimodal Gateway’ heads up the gradient at Battlefield, on the edge of Shrewsbury, with 6Y13 08:30 Marsh Brook – Crewe Basford Hall (via Craven Arms) ballast
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PACIFIC OCEAN (Aug. 2, 2021) Engineman 1st Class Mark Plascencia, from Phoenix, Arizona, inspects a space with a flash light during watch aboard the Independence-variant littoral combat ship USS Jackson (LCS 6). The Littoral Combat Ship (LCS) is a fast, agile, mission-focused platform designed to operate in near-shore environments, winning against 21st-century coastal threats. The LCS is capable of supporting forward presence, maritime security, sea control, and deterrence. Jackson is conducting routine operations in the U.S. 3rd Fleet area of operations. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 3rd Class Kelsey S. Culbertson)
As the engineer slowly opens the throttle we can start rolling down the line. Except, in this case, I'm the engineer.
Chief Engineer Gavin Zakt, and his assistant Lieutenant Devi Murin, aboard the starship Legend.
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Sean Rossi of Blackfire Research Corporation. Lighting: Paul C Buff Einstein with grid for key camera left. Einstein with Umbrella bounced of wall for fill camera right. Fired with Cybersyncs.
A soldier from 62 Works Group of 170 Regiment Royal Engineers detects for Improvised Explosive Devices (IEDs) on exercise at the Stanford Army Training Area (STANTA), Norfolk prior to deploying to Afghanistan.
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