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Drive failure is not an IF, it's a WHEN. WHEN is NOW. My photo library drive gave up the ghost. BOOOOoooo…¡
I won't be posting much beyond Sunday, until I replace some equipment and adjust my workflow. Hard drives are expendable items.
In the naming of the ‘Bristol VR’, the one thing that the letters ‘VR’ didn't stand for was 'Very Reliable'. The 200 MCW bodied Bristol VR Mk2 variants that WMPTE operated in the 70s and 80s were certainly not noted for their reliability, as they suffered abysmally with transmission failures, and combined with a constant need for brake re-lines every 4 to 6 weeks didn't add to their popularity with engineering staff. There was of course the structural issues with the MCW bodies, but that was more down to WMPTE and MCW trying to make a body designed for a Fleetline chassis fit on to a VR Chassis, in an attempt to make up for shortages of new vehicles in the mid ‘70s!
This picture (not an uncommon sight), taken on the 25th April 1986 reinforces the point regarding the VR's unreliability. Walsall based 4672 is seen stranded on the A34 facing Birmingham at Perry Barr with a transmission failure, as Perry Barr based Metrobus Mk2 2501, makes its way around the disabled VR on the 52 service to the Beeches Estate. The Walsall recovery crew were already in attendance by the time I stopped to take this picture, and their well used towbar is seen attached to 4672 for the journey back to Walsall behind the tow truck. This was the swansong year for these buses, as the last examples were withdrawn by WMPTE on 25th October 1986, meaning that 'Travel West Midlands', who succeeded WMPTE on 26th October 1986 didn't operate the type.
Now from what I've said here, you might be led to think that I didn't like these buses, but in actual fact I did like them (a lot). When they did run properly, they went like the wind and had a unique sound all of their own. I did drive them in service for WMPTE in the early 1980's, and I can honestly say that they were quite exhillerating to drive flat out down a very quite and empty Darlington Street, Wolverhampton at 6am in the morning, with all that lovely transmission noise bouncing off the surrounding buildings. The only downside to them from a driver's point of view was the holding down of the very, very heavy accelerator pedal. Oh, and that they were freezing cold to drive in the middle of Winter.
Photo for the flyer for "Congestive Art Failure", design by Kris
Wright, presented by Evermore Tattoo. The show features work from
many local artists and has a distinct medical illustration slant to
the work. If you're in the Lou, stop on by...there is going to be
some super snazzy stuff there.
The show opens on Valentine's Day at 7 p.m. at The Fubar, 3108 Locust
Street in the city. Cover charge is 5 bucks, and gives you access to
the art and four bands: Harvey, The Conformists, The Hail Marys, and
The Graduate. Check it.
Museum of Failure exhibit at Mall of America
Oreo is clearly a success overall, but not every flavor has been.
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Zero 69 6x6
.18mm pinhole, focal length 40mm
f/235
Kodak Ektar 100
4 min exposure
It seems that this film may shift towards blue with long exposures.
One Instant Packfilm
I thought the shutter was working but it wasn't. The surprise was the quite different images that resulted on these two shots.
For 2 hours after 59104 failure a number of westbound stone empties were held in B&H loops Westbury Tarmac or Westbury, all eventually proceeding and passing Berkley Marsh in the space of 20 minutes. First train 66413 Lest We Forget 6v62 13:21 Southampton Up Yard - Whatley Quarry passing 130 mins late. Consist: 19JNA & 2 KEA.
5 -6 pm
Traffic jam..
I was one of them.. rush to go back home
But i was in my car..
Accidental expossed
PHOTOSHOP COMPOSITION: The Flesh Failures.
This my early February submission. Lately I have have been having a very strong feeling of longing for my past. I is both a sad and joyful feeling. This picture of an old upstate New York theater (still functioning) brings those feelings into focus.
Fun fact # 1. This picture was taken in Syracuse, New York. I lived there from June 1978 through June of 1980. Great times.
Fun fact # 2. This is the last track on the Hair Original Soundtrack LP. I saw the original Broadway production in 1968!
I have decided to give myself a monthly challange with photography and CS5. The lesson is very simple, I have listed twelve of my favorite songs and each month I will take one of the song titles and compose a picture around it. My criteria is that the picture must be an original picture I have taken and that I use my CS5 skills to enhance the picture to meet the theme of the song title. Some will be direct some obscure. Listed below are the songs I will be using in the next twelve months. Here is my September compostion. This is a prototype. I have a better idea in mind but it will take a few days to take the picutres.
The Flesh Failures-Hair Original Cast Recording [February]*
The Uncontrollable Fire-U2
Wild Horses-Rolling Stones [June]*
Wonderwall-Ryan Adams [July]*
L'Estasi Dell'Oro-Ennio Morricone [November]*
Sorcerer-Tangerine Dream [September]*
Taxi to Heaven-Pray for Rain [December]*
White Room-Cream [October]+
Redemption Song-Bob Marley [August]*
Cruel Summer-Bananarama
The Celestials-Smashing Pumpkins
Every Step of the Way-Santana [December]*
Camera: Canon 5D Mark III
Lens: Canon EF 40mm 2.8 pancake
Settings: 1/40 f. 2.7
ISO: 100
Location: Syracuse, New York
Date:November 21, 2012
Time: 11:51 a.m.
60081 had sat down at Aylesford on Pathfinder Tours 1Z86 "The Hop 'n' Stop".
This tour on 11th May 2002 ran as 1Z85 : Crewe to Folkestone Harbour and 1Z86 : Folkestone Harbour to Crewe.
The driver failed the loco at Aylesford due to faulty TPWS causing frequent (quite hard!) brake applications. The TPWS was isolated and 60081 completed its journey to Wembley for handing back over to the 92.
The tour featured a decent variety of traction; 56046, 56065, 58029, 60081, 66539, 73131 & 92007.
My dad and I boarded at Coventry.
The stock was:
3112
3140
3098
21272
5009
4927
5040
4963
5029
4902
Do you see yourself in the crowd?!!
58/365
i think not to upload this photo just now, but never mind, this work is fail, hmmmm, maybe not realistic or no natural. I’m starting HDR testing :) want to learn more and enjoy~ i use 3 photo, which is over exposure, exposure, and under exposure.
Happy weekend
Captain Haddock: Failed. There are plenty of others willing to call you a failure. A fool. A loser. A hopeless souse. Don't you ever say it of yourself. You send out the wrong signal, that is what people pick up. Don't you understand? You care about something, you fight for it. You hit a wall, you push through it. There's something you need to know about failure, Tintin. You can never let it defeat you.
il mio forno ha la sua linea dedicata e ieri, dopo un'ora di studio del pannello dei fusibili in cantina avendo trovato il frigorifero spento (ma questa e' un'altra storia), ero convinta che il forno si fosse rotto.
"controlla che non si sia fusa la spina, a noi era successo" mi suggerisce mio fratello, come fosse cosa facile per me.
pero' ho controllato, la spina mi sembrava in ordine ma per sicurezza ho staccato la linea del forno.
poi, nel tardo pomeriggio leggo l'ultimo Koan e trovo la frase finale:
As in Alice in the Looking-Glass, it is cake yesterday, cake tomorrow, never cake today.
indeed so it is.
oggi ripensandoci, proprio adesso, leggo il manuale del forno, mi appresto a chiamare il tecnico ma per scrupolo prima provo ad accendere il forno ed ecco che mi sembra funzioni normalmente. forse ieri ho sbagliato qualcosa,
o forse dovevo scattare queste due fotografie per scrivere questo post.
A first attempt at a multiple pinhole blend onto Harman Direcct Positve paper. Overexposed with light leaks ho hum better luck next time.
Molly Bird as Roxie from a very enjoyable studio shoot with the cast of 'The Starship Osiris', during Edinburgh Fringe 2017.
Ex-FGW 43034 and 43030 arrive into Arbroath, having ran wrong line from Carnoustie, as 1Z99 from Perth. The HST set was called upon to rescue 43135, with 43176 on the rear, which had failed at Arbroath with 1T06, the 0640 from Aberdeen to Glasgow Queen Street.
Wingspread – After loosing my computer to a motherboard failure, I’m finally back up and running on a new machine. Oh my, what a disconcerting week it has been. To my pleasure I could save all my information and transfer it to a new computer. Just before the crash I had gone to Prime Hook and took a number of photographs that I’ve been so wanting to look at and work with and, finally I have the opportunity to do so. This I call “Wingspread”. It is a Great blue heron landing with it’s wings showing all of their glory. You can see even more of my work at RandyRobertsPhotography.com
Great discoveries are always found beyond the horizon. There is rarely anything new to be uncovered in the comfort of the familiar. To learn, to grow, to see what's over that horizon, we must go there.
It is always frightening, often risky, and usually very uncomfortable when we venture far from home, whether that home is a physical place or a comfortable set of assumptions. Yet that is where the opportunities will be found. Yes, we'll face shifting winds and rolling waters, and we must learn to trim our sails, keep an eye on the compass, and a steady hand on the helm.
Though we risk failure when we venture beyond the horizon, we face certain failure if we never even set sail.
Taken: A boat ride on Gojal Lake, Near Shishkat, Gojal, Pakistan
It was a Super Bowl party we will remember. We arrived at the home of our friend, Bob, bearing our customary sausage balls. We were ready to eat unhealthy food (and some healthy stuff!), talk with our friends, and pay vague attention to the game on television. But, as we were pulling into Bob's driveway, there was a power failure, involving Bob's house and several others on the block.
This is a shot of Bob, at his kitchen table, calling the electric company. "I have a house full of people!" He's lit by a battery-operated lantern, which he had bought during a different outage.
Fortunately, the power came back up moments after kick-off.
Dive into Batman's subconscious and climb The Tower of Failure. Witness his fear of ending up locked away as an insane inmate of Arkham Asylum. His failure at not stopping Marony from scarring Harvey Dent, thus turning him into Two-Face. Feel the pain of being beaten and broken by Bane. See the loss of not being able to save Jason Todd. Finally, topping the tower with his inability to save his parents as a child.
What we have here is a clear case of umbrella failure! He may be wet but, despite that fact, he is still smiling because he is enjoying the fact that someone is even wetter that he - namely, the gent who was (as part of a fundraiser for a local youths boxing club) allowing people to throw at a target and, should they hit it, dump him in a very large vat of water. There were lots of good marksmen about and the poor man was repeatedly sent swimming, but all for a good cause!
Photography isn't easy. It's been an adventure filled with failures...
Cats jumping out the frame, soft images, low shutterspeeds, bad exposure. :-)
I tried to do some halloween shots and they did not come out well. This is one of the least liked shots (basically all of them are). I still had a good time though. Hence, I decide to upload them one by one after I edit them.
I think that some of my past abandonment issues along with other problems with opening up to people really stemmed from my parents and their toxic relationship. There was a messy divorce when I was 5 years old, they fought a lot even afterward and that definitely hurt more than it helped us kids. My dad eventually married again and had another family, and although my dad kept in contact through email (early 2000’s) and an occasional phone call our visits grew far and few between. I always wanted to be the light of my dads life, always getting good grades and trying to be the best well mannered kid that ate all of her vegetables and impressed all of the adults. I held out hope that my parents would get back together and I blamed my moms resentful demeanor towards him as the reason why I would never belong to a happy and whole family. In my adolescence though I grew more and more angry at how HE handled things and understood more why she had her outbursts and nights crying in her room. When I finally stood up to him about how he essentially disowned my little sister he cut off contact. I not only grew up thinking I wasn’t worthy of love after my father left but also had no idea of what love looked like. I’ve looked back on a lot of my adult relationships and realized I self sabotage when things start to get really real. I push people away to see if they really care about me.
7 years ago I started dating a guy who I was so overwhelmingly into, he was from a good family, he just got out of the Army, and we had a matching sense of humor. Great right?! But I was the one texting/calling him and trying to make plans, only recently did I realize that I was simply seeking his approval (just like I had with my father) and wondering why I wasn’t good enough to be thought of first. We started dating which I was over the moon about because OH MY GOD HE PICKED ME but soon after I noticed he had bouts of rage but I chocked it up to PTSD from Afghanistan. I stuck through it and I got pregnant after the holidays in 2015.
I got the news and told him the same day but he was less than thrilled and it actually looked like the blood drained from his face. Thats when the switch flipped. He told me he wanted me to get an abortion and that he didn’t want to have a kid with me or anyone. He was cold and heartless for the whole month before I went to the abortion clinic. The day of my appointment, I was sad. I remember my mom texted me that morning telling me she loved me and I wore my late grandmothers comfy sweater so I would feel like I had some support. My ride had to cancel because it snowed so HE had to drive me. He sat with me in the waiting room but I felt utterly alone, he was even joking with his friend via text saying that he was “at the clinic, where miracles go to die” and showed me it thinking I would laugh. I didn’t, I took the phone and threw it across the room. They have you speak with a psychiatrist before you go in and ask you questions like “are you being pressured into this?” Then I was asked “Why are you doing this?” To which I replied “Because I feel like I have nothing to offer a child” and the response that I got was one I’ll never forget and still brings tears to my eyes “you have yourself to offer”. But to me I wasn’t good enough, or so that’s what I had thought all my life. So, I went into the back room, and I got put under during the procedure. I woke up groggy and already sobbing uncontrollably. I was comforted by the nurses briefly and then carted into a room to “recover” for 30 minutes before I could leave. We drove home and even though it was late in the afternoon I went straight to bed and slept.
Two weeks later I found out I had been cheated on for almost my entire relationship. I found out I was pregnant again. I wasn’t sure what to do about my newly ended relationship but I knew I wasn’t going to give up my invitation to motherhood like before. I wasn’t going to let anyone sway my decision, even if that meant raising my child alone. For the whole first trimester of my pregnancy he told me he hoped I had a miscarriage, asked me “if it was still alive” and told me to have another abortion. I didn’t even live with him and he was relentless. I couldn’t sleep, I ate only because I knew I had to, and spent most of my days in my bedroom binging shows or going to the gym. I was depressed and I don’t use that term lightly. I couldn’t keep a job and felt like my world was imploding, I didn’t know what was next but I knew I had hope as long as my child was healthy and I could take care of him.
When we found out it was a boy it’s almost like the switch flipped on again and he was excited for his son to be born. I ended up moving back in with my sons father and for the next 4 years I was treated as a guest in his home and told that I was worthless and to kill myself. I tried to seek help and talk about it with his family but the blind eye kept being turned. I felt that because he was so narcissistic that no one bothered to speak up to him. His mother did, with the first pregnancy, and I’ll always be thankful for that. But the years of emotional and verbal abuse afterward took a huge chunk out of me as an individual. My mother spoke up when I told her that he said to kill myself for about the 8th time but that didn’t stop him from getting in my face from time to time and yelling at me to get the fuck out of his house and to leave our son there. He had a heavy drinking problem and one night pissed on the floor in the bathroom because he couldn’t stand straight, as I stood there in disbelief my son who was 3 years old at the time asked me “why is daddy doing that?” And I decided then that we needed to move out.
After a while I ended up getting my own place a few towns away and he had already been talking to a woman he met online. That was difficult for me only because she has a son almost the same age as mine and not only had I felt instantly replaced but my son was confused as well, and it didn’t make matters easier when he had them move in a few months later. I was out of control with my anger and resentment and started to see a pattern I had seen in my childhood. I would blow up over the phone, name call, and I tried to control the situation any way I knew how.
It wasn’t until mid March of 2020 that I decided I needed to seek real help. I went to my doctor because I had been crying so much and felt like every day was just a blur into the next. I knew that my son deserved better than to see me like that and immediately started therapy and Serotonin inhibitors. My healing process hasn’t been ideal or easy but I guess when you have a major life shift there’s a lot of soul work that needs to be done. I kept up with my therapist and my meds and did a ton of self care. The best advice I can give to anyone is do whatever is self care for you. Take a shower, shave your legs, paint your nails, play with your dog, visit or call friends or family you know love you, sit on the couch and read/write, paint, just do anything that makes you feel even the slightest bit alive because those are the things that kept me going on the hard days. It was really crucial for me that I had a support system, and even when I felt like I didn’t want to talk about something with a loved one I went straight to my therapist or wrote in my journal.
I really wanted to share my experiences to help another person who may have gone through something similar. I feel that sharing our downfalls and our failures brings people together more than pretending our lives are hunky-dory. But even if no one gets any insight or clarity from this, it has helped me IMMENSELY to write it down and let that shit go. I still have a long way to go in realizing what is healthy in a relationship, I recently I lost someone who I truly believed to be the love of my life because of my own toxic behavior. It’s all about coming back to yourself and not expecting anyone else to do the work for you. It’s an uphill climb coming out of a dark hole and remembering who YOU are and what YOU love and where YOU came from but as the pieces come back it’s the most beautiful and grounding thing. We’re learning (and unlearning!) as we go and everyone has their own set of traumas and difficulties, but make sure that you’re not building your wall so high that you’re keeping out the good people too. Love and light to anyone whose read this.