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REGIO train in Delmenhorst.
© Dennis Matthies
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Here is the Man of the House out doing the evening chores, hauling wood for the stove to keep us warm tonight, We heat the whole house with a wood stove and have for many years.
I'm not really a "birder," meaning birds are not a typical subject of mine. But I'll train my lens on anything I find interesting and given the opportunity I'll shoot birds and other wildlife. This particular evening we had just finished a portrait shoot here and I decided to walk around a bit to capture some of the autumn atmosphere. This area is a known spot for birding tho and I spotted this heron quietly hunting close to shore. I was able to get fairly close without disturbing him so I just watched for some moments. Then in a flash he snatched a fish out of the water. Fortunately I already had my camera up to my eye and was able to capture it. I imagine these are the moments that thrill wildlife photographers, because I was definitely thrilled to get it!
Trumpet/Mermaid One-Shoulder Sweep Train Organza Evening Dress With Ruffle Flower(s)
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Wie oft, wenn mir ein grauer Morgen
Voll Wolken ob dem Haupte hing,
Dass ich beklemmt von bangen Sorgen
Dem trüben Tag entgegenging,
Wie oft zerrannen alle Nöte,
Eh noch herniedersank die Nacht,
Dann jauchzt‘ ich in die Abendröte:
Der Herr hat Alles wohlgemacht!
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Gerok
I saw this and thought of Jim, he loves the evening sun going down. This is a golden one that was beautiful!
With classmate 170514 up at the northern end of the station (and thence out of shot), London Midland no. 170512 pauses in the evening blue with 1M78, the 1848 from Hereford to Birmingham New Street. Don't think this came out too badly for a hand-held shot!
Shot data, sadly missing from EXIF: 1/8 second shutter speed, f/5 aperture, 18 mm zoom.
This evening I hiked the granite ridge with a couple of friends. It was one of the most humid days I've seen in Killarney in a long time. The air was so dense and heavy with a misty haze everywhere.
DATE TAKEN:
August 15th, 2009
LOCATION:
Granite Ridge Trail, George Lake Campground, Killarney Provincial Park, Ontario, Canada
Sentinel photograph - OLDIES BUT GOODIES...The Shenandoah Evening Sentinel staff in 1984 helping Evelyn celebrate 35 years of writing “Up A Country Lane.” Left to right: John Tinley, Julie Dinville, Phil Tinley (Louise and John’s son), C.W.Fishbaugh, Suzanne Supernaw, Mary Evans, Evelyn Birkby, Joyce Meyer, Vicky Tyner, Mark Siekman, Debbie Jackson, Louise Tinley, Kent Hiser and Richard Davis. Photo courtesy of Evelyn Birkby.
A-Line/Princess Sweetheart Sweep Train Chiffon Evening Dress With Ruffle Beading
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PatBO, evening set, spring 2016, Brazil. Gift of Patricia Bonaldi. 2015.27.1
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A CGAS Port Angeles MH-65C Dolphin II helicopter patrols the evening waters of First Beach near La Push, WA. after a fatal Sitka MH-60T Jayhawk crash claimed the lives of 3 Coast Guardsmen leaving only one in critical condition the night of the accident.
The Jayhawk was flying low from Astoria, OR back to its station in Sitka, AK when it collided with power lines running from the land to the island over the water. Witnesses say the helicopter banked steeply just before striking the lines indicating that the pilot may have seen them too late.
The blades hit first and were torn off while the rest of the helicopter spiraled out of control into the Pacific Ocean surf just West of James Island. Upon impacting the water, the aircraft shredded itself and pieces were strown around the crash site.
Some local Quileute tribesmen took immediate action when the accident occured and rushed out to the crash site in their boats to search for and rescue those involved.
I awoke at some point very early in the morning, I looked round the edge of the curtains, and the sun was just about to rise, the sky a mix of blue and pink, all over. I needed more sleep.
I woke again just after seven, behind schedule and needing a shower and to pack.
That done I went down to the reception to check out, then go for breakfast, and it was the emptiest I had ever seen it, with just two diners, one being my colleague Manu, so I joined him for coffee and to talk.
The car is loaded, I find some station playing an old Bee Gees track, start the car, open the windows and take the short drive to the office.
Man, it is already hot in the office, and the remote for the air con unit has been lost, so there is little else to do other than to endure it, maybe have the window open ajar. Thankfully that side of the building was in shade for the morning, so it didn't get too hot. And by the time the afternoon arrives, I will be on the road to Arhus.
I find work to do, and fill the morning so that come one in the afternoon it was time to pack up and leave for the 90 minute drive to Arhus.
I say my farewells, it will be two weeks before I am back, so once done, I can walk to the car, across the car park that is so dry it is like a desert. In fact when the wind blows here, sand and grit are blown around, so much so the whole area is called Sahara. Anyway, I get in the car, open all the windows and drive away, wanting to go as fast as possible so that the wind would cool me and the car down.
The Audi is so easy to drive, the steering wheel doesn’t move unless you turn it, it has so much power, it accelerates very quickly. In short, I’m having a blast. Down the motorway for 60 or so km, the turn onto the E45 for the half hour drive up to Arhus South and from there down into the centre of the city, take a left and another 5 minutes to the hotel.
And there I see the first Pokemon Go players. In fact I nearly take four of them out as they run in front of the car, waving mobile phnes in front of them. I park in front of the hotel, check in and take to my room where there is more work to do, enough to keep me busy until half four, when I will go and meet my old RAF buddy, Shaggy.
However, I thought I knew the way, and despite being just a few minute walk from the bar, I convinced myself I knew the way, walked down the hill past the modern art museum, along the road behind it, back up the other side right back to where I started.
I walk round, then see a sign post, so I have to go and check that, and sure enough it points back up the hill, and is some 800m away.
So, by now I was sweating, and walking hard, puffing up the hill, across the intersection, then at the next crossroads, I see the station square, and just a little further on would be the bar.
Shaggs was waiting outside for me, checking with me on Facebook via his phone, sadly mine was in the hotel room, so no chance of answering him. We are meeting because he is going to buy my old 50D body, as I have failed to sell it via e bay, as well as bringing him so British supplies, Bovril and Marmite.
He buys me a drink, and we retire to the beer garden, mixing it with the smokers and wild birds feeding in the tree above us. Its not a bad life, all in all.
After a refill, we go to the diner up the street and have burgers and huge plates of fries and mayo and strong Barley Wine to go with it all. I had no eaten since breakfast, so was hungry, and I can tell you, that it was all good, even though very unhealthy indeed.
Another short walk away was the Mikkler Bar, so we retire there to sample some unusual beers, and at that point I thought we would be calling it a night. Show me the Highlander Bar he asks.
Hmm, I thought I could go in and just have one, so I agree, and we walk along near-deserted streets to the bar, where Julian perks up when he finds he has some ex-forces drinkers in.
We sample the pineapple rum, and some other rum. Then it got silly and we switched onto some far eastern whisky he had just brought back after meeting with the distillers. It was good, aged in sherry casks and is was luscious. Sadly, Julian told me there was an even better one, although twice the price. I can’t resist, and have one for the road, and leave some £65 lighter.
From there it was a short walk back up the hill to the hotel, Shaggs walks back to the station, and all is quiet, apart from the Pokemon players running around on the grass near to the hotel; keeps them fit I suppose.
Vesey Street / Manhattan / New York.
The 13-story former limestone faced home of the Evening Post, from 1907 to 1926, this is a rare example of Art Nouveau and Vienna Secession (a 20th century European artistic reform movement) architecture, designed by Robert D. Kohn. The bronze finished cast-iron spandrels are decorated with colophons of well known 16th- and 17th-century printers, and the statues on the ninth floor (panoramic tight shot) represent "The Four Periods of Publicity"—the Spoken Word, the Written Word, and the Newspaper, by Gutzon Borglum (of Mount Rushmore fame) and Estelle Rumbold Kohn.
The New York Evening Post Building was designated a landmark by the New York Landmarks Preservation Commission in 1965.
National Register #77000963 (1977)
Thanks to "wallyg" for his knowledge.