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During what was supposed to be our prime time for autumn colors, it rained. And rained and rained. There are a few late-turners left but, overall, Fall has failed in my part of Georgia. So much for my favorite season of the year. Fortunately, I’m one of those people that believes Winter is beautiful in its own right.
Nikon D7000 -- Nikon 80-200mm F2.8 ED
80mm
F8@1/125th
Polarizer
(DSC_3122)
©Don Brown 2015
This session was supposed to produce photos of very serious faces. However, as long as any proper photography session is a great fun "failed" shots with big smiles cannot be avoided :)
A nice surprise on Sunday 6th March 2016 is a DB Schenker Red 67 hauling a failed Virgin East Coast Trains 225 set.
With cloud covering the sun at the wrong moment, 67018 hauls a failed 91129 on 1S07, the 0937 Doncaster - Edinburgh Waverley. At this point it is passing Inveresk 50 minutes late at 1314
A nice colourful combination the two liveries make.
Stealth jet trying to sneak past. It failed. Everyone saw it, and heard it. Lockheed Martin F-22 Raptor at Oshkosh, EAA AirVenture 2024.
This fence behind the Mundt barn is on it's way down. This must be like the old saw, "All hat and no cattle." This is, "All hay and no cattle." I tried to tell the cows that the hay was that-a-away but they stampeded this-a-way and almost runned me over. When they ran an IQ tests on cattle, they came up with negative numbers. That's what moves the righties up the bell curve. There are more possibilities than the Mundt barn out here. I found many prizes.
As long as eDDie is around, he always finds barns for my agricultural series. I passed this place a lot and it usually had a large dump bin in the view of the barn. This was shot north of Longtown and the barn. The place is about as abandoned as this corral fence. Today, he hauled me up Taylor mountain; I showed him that in the first place.
A great sky showed up for a while and I raced north but could have found better skies a hour earlier. Any sky dictated a day of trolling around Mundt with the camera. There have been too many blank and milk skies lately... and here I am with overcast coming on.
Top: blue-green-red filters
Bottom: trichrome image
Well that turned out more teal than I expected. The red filter was very under exposed.
Film stock: Kodak Vision 2383 Color Cine Print Film
ISO: 3-6
Format: 135
Camera: Pentax P30
Lens: SMC-PentaxA 50mm F1.4
Filter: Blue, Green, Red
Developer: Caffenol C-L (minus restrainer)
Time: 35 min @ 20 degC semi-stand
92032 dragging failed 92028 on 5m11 Milton Keynes Central - Wembley depot,92028 failed at Northampton on 1m11 Glasgow Central - London Euston,photographed at Headstone Lane,Greater London on 15/04/2015
“I like to succeed in public, but to fail in secret.”
― David Ogilvy, Confessions of an Advertising Man
Dropping Twitter. Photoshop Animation
Original Illustration: www.yiyinglu.com/?portfolio=lifting-a-dreamer-aka-twitter...
MARC MP36PH-3C 25 and GP39H-3C 73 were inbound at Carroll Interlocking with a Camden Line train from DC.
If only the 25 stayed in the swamp.
aerial acrobatics
[Agfa Clack with inverted lens / expired Ilford FP4 / Adonal stand dev. / July 2016]
www.trinityhouse.co.uk/lighthouses/lighthouse_list/portla...
Portland Bill
50° 30'.82 N 02° 27'.30 W
History
Portland Bill and Chesil Beach are the graveyards of many vessels that failed to reach Weymouth or Portland Roads. The Portland Race is caused by the meeting of the tides between the Bill and the Shambles sandbank about 3 miles SE. Strong currents break the sea so fiercely that from the shore a continuous disturbance can be seen. Portland Bill Lighthouse guides vessels heading for Portland and Weymouth through these hazardous waters as well as acting as a waymark for ships navigating the English Channel. The Shambles sandbank is marked by a red sector light.
As early as 1669 Sir John Clayton was granted a patent to erect a lighthouse, but his scheme fell through and it was not until early in the eighteenth century that Captain William Holman, supported by the shipowners and Corporation of Weymouth, put a petition to Trinity House for the building of a lighthouse at Portland Bill. Trinity House opposed it suggesting that lights at this point were needless and shipowners could not bear the burden of their upkeep. The people of Weymouth continued their petition and on 26th May, 1716 Trinity House obtained a patent from George I. They in turn issued a lease for 61 years to a private consortium who built two lighthouses with enclosed lanterns and coal fires. The lights were badly kept, sometimes not lit at all, and in 1752 an inspection was made by two members of the Board of Trinity House who approached by sea to find "it was nigh two hours after sunset before any light appeared in either of the lighthouses". With the termination of the lease the lights reverted to Trinity House. In 1789 William Johns, a builder of Weymouth under contract to Trinity House, took down one of the towers and erected a new one at a cost of £2,000. It was sited so that it served as a mark by day or night to direct ships moving up and down Channel or into Portland Roads clear of the Race and Shambles. Over the doorway on a marble tablet was the following inscription:-
Anno 1789.
In August 1788 Argand lamps were installed, Portland being the first lighthouse in England to be fitted with them. In the upper or old house there were two rows, seven in each row, lighted with oil and furnished with highly-polished reflectors. Low light tests were made by Thomas Rogers with his new lens light, and six Argand lamps were installed, their lights increased by lenses.
In 1798, when Napoleon threatened invasion, two 18lb cannons were installed at the lighthouse.
A 7 metre tall white stone obelisk was built in 1844 at the Southern tip of Portland Bill as a warning of a low shelf of rock extending 30 metres South into the sea, which still stands near the current lighthouse.
New high and low lighthouses were built in 1869, but early last century Trinity House announced its intention of replacing them with a single tower - the present lighthouse. The old towers can still be seen from the outside - the low light, which is now a bird observatory and field centre, has retained its original appearance but the high light lantern has been removed.
The present optic at Portland Bill is very unusual as due to the arrangement of the panels the character gradually changes from one flash to four flashes between the bearings 221°and 224° and from four flashes to one flash between bearings 117° and 141°.
Portland Bill Lighthouse was demanned on 18th March 1996 when monitoring and control of the station was transferred to the Trinity House Operations & Planning Centre at Harwich.
Specifications
Established1716
Height Of Tower41 Metres
Height Of Light Above Mean High Water43 Metres
Automated1996
Lamp1 Kw Mbi
Optic4 Panel 1St Order Catadioptric Fixed Lens
CharacterWhite Group Flashing 4 Times Every 20 Seconds
Intensity635,000 Candela
Range Of Light25 nautical miles
Fog Signal Character3.5 Second Blast Every 30 Seconds
Fog Signal Range2 nautical miles
Location
Portland Bill Lighthouse is located on the Southerly tip of the Isle of Portland, 1.2 miles south of the village of Easton.
Parking
There are a number of car parks very close to the lighthouse.
Public Transport
Frequent bus service from Weymouth - Route 1A
Visitor Centre
For nearly 300 years a lighthouse has stood on Portland Bill to guide vessels heading for Portland and Weymouth and acting as a waymark for vessels navigating in the English Channel. A red sector light warns mariners of the hazardous Shambles Bank lying three miles offshore.
The ‘Lighthouse Visitor centre’ at Portland Bill is owned and operated independently from the actual tower lighthouse therefore there are occasions that the tower lighthouse would be closed to the public, whereas the ‘Lighthouse Visitor Centre’ would remain open. Further details on the 'Lighthouse Visitor Centre' opening times can be found here.
Tours of Portland Bill Lighthouse are organised by The Crown Estate under licence from the Corporation of Trinity House.
Last Tour at 16.30. Tour lasts approximately 45 minutes.
Opening subject to weather conditions and Trinity House's operational requirements.
GWR Centenarian 2857 and SR Q1 sit out the remainder of the Severn Valley Gala at Bewdley after both were declared failed on Saturday night. The loss of these two didn't seem to effect the gala which still provided plenty of action and variety. When we visited on the Sunday services also ran to time.
I photographed this bed of flowers (salvia?) and did not like the results. I went back the next day and got this. I still don't feel like I got the photo I wanted but I liked this one. This is straight out of the camera -- I liked it better than the processed version.
Giant Fail photo of my entire crew (bar one) at this time. Still missing a few wigs, tattoos and other little bits and bobs o w o~
I have no idea how long ago this failure might have happened, or for what reasons; could've been 150 years ago or more. Things don't always work out in the long run. Most societies fail in fact.... Simple disease kills most. Anyway, something to contemplate on Snaefellsnes Peninsula.
Detail of an aborted sketch that was not what I expected. Too campy. Simply wrong.
(EDIT: That´s why it´s unbeliveable that it has gathered enough attention by enough people to make Flickr bots include it in the Explore group, which in turn has skyrocketed views and faves... Well many thanks, I appreciate it a lot, no irony... but did you read the title, Flickr bots? This was a fail!! I feel half flattered half embarrased... Well, fellow humans, thanks for visiting and favoriting and, if you are in the mood, you may have a look at other drawings I´m prouder of, here: www.flickr.com/photos/joaquinagreda/albums
Thanks again. END OF EDIT)
the intrepid camera
fujinon SW 90mm f/8
agfa RSX II 100 - very expired
I had no idea what - if anything - could be expected from the 3 sheets of expired AGFA RSX in a box clearly bearing the signs of once being really wet. I decided to shoot close to home and hope for the best. Oh well... Judging by the condition of the box, these sheets had been exposed to humidity, maybe even flooded with water and then dried again. Would that explain the stains? Maybe. I am uploading this as a curiosity and a proof that film is always and adventure.
At least I got the exposure time right :)
I will shoot all weeklypics this year with Instax Wide (and the Instax Wide 300). This was intended to be a camera selfy with four cams. However, the damn camera did flash on a bright sunny day (although inside) and that ruined the picture. I hope I get better soon.
Final shot of the morning of 6A65.
Finally around 0920, 6A65 leaves the loop at Drem on its way to Aberdeen. Further west we see 60095+60021 ( failed ) pass Spittal with the now 170 minute late Cement train at 0925 on the 2nd November 2016.
Dominating the background is North Berwick Law, known locally as Berwick Law, on the outskirts of the town of the same name......North Berwick.
..::LOG ENTRY 17.4::..
Corellia.
Durge. I'd never faced him, but the stories told of him are a Clone's worst nightmare. Furthermore, the sewers are playing havoc with our communications equipment.
"Lieutenant, These guys are still alive!" came Easys voice. I could see the Durge's silhouette from the storm drain get larger and larger. We were running out of time. Squads of fully trained ARC troopers have failed to bring Durge down, what chance do I have against this beast with a squad of rookies!.
I moved back to Reaper squads position and knelt down by the injured troopers they'd found. It was the remains of Spectre squad, they'd be sent to find Alpha-19, just like we had.
We have no heavy ordnance, nothing that would touch Durge if the stories were to be believed and we have no detonators left. This is a suicide mission.
"Listen up squad! Take the injured and get out of here. Get a message back to command. Make sure they know where Durge is and get some ordnance down here to deal with him! Go. NOW!"
"But...." started the entire squad.
"I SAID NOW!"
Hesitantly, Reaper squad helped up the remnants of Spectre squad and headed to the surface. I turned and headed back towards Durge. Hopefully I'll buy them enough time."
As I entered the storm drain, it was clear to see that the rumours were true, Durge was huge and easily towered over me. Without hesitation, I open fired. The blasts just deflected off his armour, and those that hit him did little good. He just continued to walk toward me.
His walk became a run and he charged at me with inhuman speed. I continued to fire shot after shot at him. As he was about to collide with me I dived to one side, but he was ready. He reached out with a tree-like limb and delivered a blow to my helmet sending me crashing into the ground. I quickly got to my feet, something was wrong. I felt no pain, but my vision was blurred and I could feel the drips of blood run down my nose, I felt the dent in my helmet on my cheek, and my visor had been smashed clean of the helmet.
Trying to regain my senses, I tried to turn to face the monster, but my feet couldn't feel the ground. Looking down, I realised I was being held in the air. I couldn't feel the pressure of Durges hand on the back of my neck. He launched me into the air. I hit the wall of the drain and smashed into the floor once more. A sharp pain shot through my leg as I tried to stand up. Something was broken.
At this point, I had no clue what was going on. I turned to try and get my bearings, but I couldn't see in the murk of the sewer. I heard a voice mutter, "impressive" and it was swiftly followed by a heavy impact to my chest that sent me into the wall for a second time. I fell, face first into the ground. This was it, the end of the war for me.
I could make out muffled voices coming from the entrance to the storm drain. I tried to look up. Even through the haze, I could pick out the white armour of my brothers. The republic was here!
From the cover of the entrance, several clones lay down covering fire. The beast that was Durge seemed to instantly forget I was there as he disappeared in a volley of fire. The troopers were covering my escape, but I couldn't move.
No, I was wrong. They weren't covering me.
A clone trooper had made a break from cover down the far side of the storm drain. With renewed hope, the adrenaline started to pump through my body again, lifting the haze slightly. That was no random trooper, that was Trigger!
Trigger dived toward a prone ARC Trooper while Durge continued to recoil from the heavy volley of fire. As Trigger reached the trooper, he reached down and scooped up the dead troopers RPS-6. Hoisting the rocket launcher onto his shoulder, and barely with time to aim, he fired a rocket straight at the retreating beast. I couldn't make out what happened to Durge. Reaper squad and Spectre squad continued to cover Triggers reload. Trigger hoisted up the rocket launcher once more and fired a second time. My head span, and I blacked out.
..::END ENTRY::..
Cage woke up in the medical bay on an un-comfy cot. A trooper I recognised from Spectre squad sat on a stool at the far end of the cot.
"Ah, you're awake boss!"
"Boss?"
"That's right. The remains of Spectre squad have been assigned to you. Sergeant Deano, at your service Boss" Deano extended his hand for a handshake, but quickly pulled it back seeing Cage was a little too rough to move.
Cage was visibly panicked.
"Where is Reaper Squad?"
"Oh, don't you worry about those guys. They were the only guys who faced Durge and aren't in the medical bay. We owe them our lives. How are you feeling?"
"Rough. Better knowing Reaper Squad are ok. They really came out unscathed?"
"Yeah, your boy Trigger drove Durge back. We dragged your sorry behind up and got the hell outta there! What was it Bench said? That's it. 'We all go home, or nobody goes home!'. Bench practically dragged us back for you."
"They disobeyed orders...."
".... They saved your life! And several other troopers too. For rookies, they really showed the seppies that we are made of sterner stuff! I know you thought you were protecting them, trying to stop command from wasting lives of good clones, but this is what we were made for. The moment Bench learned that we had taken a rocket launcher with us, he insisted we could help you. And he was right. I know you're a 'by the book' kinda guy, but you can't protect your squad from commands decisions. Just trust that Reaper squad are capable clones and use them sensibly instead of sending them out the way."
Cage pondered Deanos words. He remembered Spectre squad was lead by ARC Captain Nate, he had trained with Nate when he joined the ranks of the ARC Troopers.
"What happened to Nate?"
"He didn't make it, that's why we were assigned to you. But your 'rookies' did what the rest of us couldn't and held back Durge. I think it's time you stopped calling them rookies. I'm going to go tell the staff you're awake."
Deano moved to leave and stopped at the door, he turned back.
"Oh, and one more thing. You're going to need new armour, the last set you had was shattered into splinters."
He left the room.
Cage pondered for a moment and then muttered to himself.
"Well if command aren't going to protect us, then maybe I shouldn't do things 'by the book' anymore."
I figured I'd share these unfinished projects that have been sitting around for 7 or 8 years. I figure, if I haven't finished them yet, I never will.
With this one, I was planning on doing some sails using the Jaba's Sail Barge sails.
I was basing the design off of this concept art piece.