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I failed Biology. So it has been of interest for Danny Liv and myself to figure out how hazel trees produce hazel nuts (i.e. seeds) that could become young trees.
The basic answer is in this photo. Many of us are familiar with yellow catkins, seen here on the left of the photo and also in the background. These are male catkins that produce a heck of a lot of pollen. Try standing underneath and shaking the catkin and you'll see it on your clothes. That pollen is blown by the wind and with luck will find a female, seen here to the mid-right of the photo as a tiny, really tiny red flower. As I understand it, but don't forget I failed Biology, that pollination has to come from a different hazel tree. In other words, it is not as simple as transferring pollen from male to female as shown in this photo! Once that has happened, a nut / seed will develop. Then come autumn, perhaps a squirrel will take a nut and "squirrel it away" in the ground from which potentially a young sapling might grow,
A friend on the mountain asked if I caught Tuesday’s sunrise. I couldn’t remember so I checked my Flickr timeline and noticed I had failed to fulfill my end of the bargain. Here’s the sunrise. I apologize for the delay.
From the east overlook at Monte Sano State Park in Huntsville, Alabama.
Nikon D7200 — Nikon 18-300mm F6.3 ED VR
46mm
F8@1/30th
ISO 400
GND filter
DOL_2546.JPG
©Don Brown 2022
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.
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.
Trail Fail is what you get when you don't get somewhere in time. In this case if I'd been five minutes sooner I could've gotten the roster shot I was aiming for with CSXT OLS SD70AC 4568. With time being pressed and two northbounds now breathing down L694's neck, there wasn't anytime to cut off for the shot. So better luck next time. At least it was recently halfass washed a week ago. Union City, Georgia July 14, 2024
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
Dropping Twitter. Photoshop Animation
Original Illustration: www.yiyinglu.com/?portfolio=lifting-a-dreamer-aka-twitter...
1995 Ford Escort RS2000 16v.
Last MoT test expired in April 2016.
It failed a test in May 2016 -
Offside Front Headlamp aim too low (1.8)
Rear fog lamp tell tale not working (1.3.1b)
Offside Rear fog lamp not working (1.3.2b)
Horn not working (1.6.2a)
Offside Seat belt anchorage prescribed area is excessively corroded floor (5.2.6)
Exhaust emissions carbon monoxide content after 2nd fast idle excessive (7.3.D.3)
Exhaust emissions Lambda reading after 2nd fast idle outside specified limits (7.3.D.3)
Exhaust catalytic converter missing where one was fitted as standard (7.1.3)
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)
aerial acrobatics
[Agfa Clack with inverted lens / expired Ilford FP4 / Adonal stand dev. / July 2016]
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.
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 :)
No joking around with this pair, as one pigeon aggressively attempts to remove the rear feathers of another. The antagonist secured one feather in it's beak, then attempted to - pull another one - but failed.
Atrium of the monumental headquarters of bank Caixa Geral de Depósitos in Lisbon. Designed in 1986 by Portuguese architect Arsénio Raposo Cordeiro (1940-2013), inaugurated in 1993.
..::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 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.
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.
A warning in the yard of the Xingyang brickworks. The locomotive in the background was supposed to be working but had failed and was just sitting in very light steam.
Everyone shares his most beautiful pictures, today I wanted to put a failure, nothing goes well on this one but in black and white I love it anyway.
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Tout le monde partage ses plus belles photos, aujourd'hui j'avais envie de mettre une ratée, rien ne va sur celle là mais en Noir et blanc je l'aime quand même.
After running from Kalgoorlie towards Parkeston to assist a failed 5MP9, Q4005 had made it only a couple of hundred metres before itself failed with Q4005,SCT015,SCT007 once again a failure and waiting for another assistance loco on 13-7-13
Wait, what? How's this a fail? Well, you see, I'm not here for these units; I'm here for GEs. Old ones. Not Dash 9s. And RailAmerica parked them right before I could get out there.
After over 20 years aging in the slide binders, I guess this has aged OK. An ex-SP SD39 and 20-cylinder tunnel motor aren't so bad.
The westbound train has arrived in Limon, CO and is spotting their UP interchange.
Chocking laughter would have been a clever move and certainly avoid severe consequences...
"What's so freakin' funny, soldiers ..?!?"
WCRC Ex Works Class 47 47813 on the Northern Belle, Denton - Manchester Victoria at Denton Before it failed 15/06/2022
I know this looks like a rip off of ~ jules ~ shot but I have reasons:
1) My sunset shot over Cardiff failed as the sunset wasn't great.
2) This was the backup idea as it fits the Macro Monday theme: Games People Play.
3) I haven't posted to the Macro Monday group in a while.
Strobist:
Canon Speedlite 430EX II 1/8 28mm right of camera through DIY softbox.
Pretty relaxed day to go with a pretty relaxed weekend. Other than a quick trip to the grocery for a couple items and failed attempt at a haircut for Zach because the barbershop just closed, we didn't venture away from the house today. My wife Jenna works on the weekends so me and the kids just took it easy and had some fun. Got some yard work done along with a few other things. Nothing too exciting but a nice break from the usual hectic schedule. How was everybody's weekend?
Zach is only 5 feet off of the ground. The roof is the top of a shed that you have to bend down to get into.
Camera Info:
Canon 7D, Canon EF 50mm 1:1.4, ƒ/2.0, 1/250s, ISO 100
Strobist Info:
No setup shot :( a wasp came by and scared us away. got the kids and ran.
-Canon 430EXII, 8 feet high and 5 feet from subject, 1/64 power at 24mm zoom fired into silver reflective black back umbrella
-Flash triggered with interfit strobie trigger
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Terribly underexposed (had to really pull up the exposure on the RAW file), out of focus, noise. Ah, isn't "art" fabulous? :-)
My work is too "tidy". I need to mess it up a bit more.