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aber am Samstag war es überhaupt nicht faul! Es haushaltet halt nur sehr gut mit seiner Energie. Was nicht sein muß muß nicht sein und Bewegung muß nicht unbedingt sein! 😀 Meistens jedenfalls.
Zoo Duisburg
I had some faulty preconceptions before visiting the Iowa Traction. For instance, I imagined all the "action" would consist of the motors slowly and silently shunting a few cars back and forth. Sure there is a little of that but there is excitement as well. I don't post videos but once in a blue moon but there really is no better way to convey the IATR running full out.
When they pull cars from AGP there's a little climb towards the switch to the CPKC interchange. To make the hill they come screaming off the AGP spur and across busy 19th St. Horn blaring, sparks flying, flagging the street, flanges squealing, it's a good show. They do it repeatedly as they max out at 5 cars coming out of AGP, commonly it's 4 loads, with 5 they just barely crawled up to the top of the grade. October 16, 2023.
Mainline grey livery 37800 (with faulty marker light) approaches Fairwood Jcn with ARC livery JHA hoppers in tow forming a 7Z96 11.00 Wootton Bassett-Whatley on 09/05/97.
Faulty polaroid + hunger = massive craving for Nutella.
I think its the chocolatey colour and gooey shape of the unexposed part of the print.
Happy 'Roid week!!
33830 seen broken down in Clevedon whilst on service X5, passengers were encouraged to transfer to the next service.
I believe the fault was due to a door problem, but it got fixed in the end and behind is 66936, I'm guessing supposed to cover the missing journey....
After a long weekend out in Port Jefferson East yard due to MLX related work, the 166 finally comes back West with the faulty 401 in trail.
After the disappearance of Captain America in World War 2, the US and Germany raced to recreate the Super Soldier Serum that had turned Steve Rogers into Captain America. None of the attempts equaled the original but one formula did give American citizen Isaiah Bradley superhuman abilities.
Isaiah served in action briefly wearing a similarly patriotic uniform but the faulty serum caused him brain damage, and his career was cut short.
Eli Bradley is the grandson of Isaiah Bradley.
When Iron Lad began his search for the next generation of Avengers, he came to the Bradley household in search of Isaiah's son, Josiah. However, Josiah had been missing for several months, and Iron Lad met Eli instead. Eli claimed to have gained superpowers through an emergency blood transfusion from his grandfather, but this was untrue.
He later gained his powers artificially with Mutant Growth Hormone (MGH), an illegal street drug that causes brief periods of superhuman abilities. MGH has been demonstrated to promote irritability in individuals.
Patriot became a founding member of the Young Avengers. The public believed his costume resembled that of Captain America's 1940s sidekick, Bucky, but he revealed that his costume is a redesign of his grandfather's.
He has an adversarial relationship with teammate Hawkeye, who nonetheless gave him Captain America's original star-spangled triangular shield.
When the truth about Eli's lack of superpowers was revealed, Eli quit the team. He returned after the Hulkling was kidnapped by the Super-Skrull, and the other Young Avengers convinced him that he was the only one of them capable of leading the team, even without his powers.
Patriot was later gravely wounded by a Kree warrior when he jumped in front of a blast meant for Captain America, and received a blood transfusion from his grandfather, Isaiah, which granted him the abilities afforded by the Super-Soldier Serum.
Eli joins Captain America's Secret Avengers during the "Civil War" saga.
Patriot leads his team to assist the Runaways after they were attacked by the government. The Young Avengers and the Runaways worked together when two of their members were captured, and the Runaways decided to stay out of the mix in the war. Patriot managed to keep most of his team together, but Stature decided to join Iron Man's side.
Eli later seeks out the Winter Soldier, whom he had earlier met during the "Civil War" event, to discuss the nature of patriotism at a time when he disagrees with the Superhero Registration Act, and much of the way America is being governed. The two have a heartfelt chat about America as an idea and about the original Patriot, Jeffrey Mace.
During the 2008 "Secret Invasion" storyline, Eli and the other Young Avengers are the first team to respond to the Skrull invasion of Manhattan.
Despite their valiant efforts, and the aid of the Initiative cadets, they are all defeated. However, they are saved by the timely arrival of Nick Fury and the Secret Warriors, and help Earth's heroes defeat the Skrull invaders.
During the "Dark Reign" evemt, Eli is outraged when Norman Osborn formed his "official" team of Avengers and even more so when he announces a new team of Young Avengers.
Eli's Young Avengers confront the latter and demand that they either join the first team of Young Avengers, or find another name for themselves. Near the end of the issue, Hawkeye (Kate Bishop) admits her love for Eli after he breaks his hand, to which he responds 'I may break my hand everyday', making their relationship clear after a few months of dating.
⚡ Happy 🎯 Heroclix 💫 Friday! 👽
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Secret Identity: Elijah "Eli" Bradley
Publisher: Marvel
First appearance: Young Avengers #1 (April 2005)
Created by: Allan Heinberg (Writer)
Jim Cheung (Artist)
Taken with a (faulty) Diana Baby 110 camera. The shutter on this camera was stuck on "B" even when it was set for "I" which should be around 1/100th sec. As a result all the negatives are hopelessly over exposed and exhibit spectacular camera shake, they were virtually unscanable, but I've managed to rescue some very grungy images. The film is Lomochrome Metropolis, but it is hardly shown off to its best in these!
These were taken for to accompany an interview I gave to Lomography Magazine about using 110 film in 2021.
www.lomography.com/magazine/346937-analogue-advocate-tony...
This faulty Scania is limped into the workshop, very low on one side, due to a problem with the airbags, which will be fixed before the vehicle is sent to Smith's for repaint. The vehicle will be painted white, and act as a spare bus for both companies.
I cannibalised the pentaprism from this faulty OM10 to replace the one in my OM-1 I removed the focusing screen also and realised you could see images with the mirror, like an old medium format camera.
I was taking firework photo when all of a sudden a fireball appeared that really lit up the sky. It was some kind of misfire or accident.
I just found out that this was not a mishap, but rather the fireball was done on purpose. One of the pyrotechnic experts just contacted me.
Rear view of artic 10170 recently repainted by Larbert showing as pointed out by DaveDee1973 the narrower lilac 'f' design on the rear than on other repaints.
The Hertfordshire Rail Tours 'The Faulty Tower' had been worked from London Paddington by Class 33/1 pairing 33116 'Hertfordshire Rail Tours' and 33109 'Captain Bill Smith RNR'and was recorded heading away from Aberdare en route to Tower Colliery. At the rear of the 1Z33 train was 56040 that had been attched at Cardiff Central to work the return journey from Tower. The charter would later work to Cwm Bargoed before returning to London.
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I started the first tutorial just now (even though this came out in the summer.) I was excited to use a real leaf! And pieces of a bag from Fossil, a swatch from PB, tea bag tag thingy from my Tazo, yellow lace from a RVKC kit and the front of a Paper Source mailer. ;)
Two Kiev 19's, one with faulty shutter curtain and the other a replacement.
Result from my first time developing with caffenol. Felt like magic.
Caffenol-C-L recipe/method:
water 500mL @ 20°C
washing soda 8g
vitamin C powder 5g
iodized salt 3g
instant coffee 20g
70 minutes stand development, with 10 turns in the beginning only. Wash, then fix for 5 minutes.
Argus Super Seventy-Five
Shanghai GP3 100
Developed in Caffenol-C-L, first caffenol development
Scanned with Epson V550
This was my second attempt at using a Harman Reloadable 35mm camera. The first one had a faulty shutter but I was able to get it replaced by the seller. These cameras are sold with 2 rolls of Kentmere Pan 400 film.
I loaded mine with Fomapan 200. As it turns out, that is a bit slow for average lighting conditions, although it is about perfect for a sunny day. Otherwise, I'd stick with ISO 400 film for greater versatility. (The one flash photo I took was badly underexposed - probably owing to the film speed.)
I was generally happy with the performance of the camera. The lens is fairly sharp near the center, but gets progressively softer towards the edges, resulting in a nostalgic vibe that fine art photographers hate. The overall look reminds me a lot of a Holga and other toy cameras. This could be disappointing for someone not prepared for that kind of result.
Developed in Xtol 1:1. with edits in Affinity Photo and Exposure X5.
Beware of the Tamron 24-70mm which goes faulty by itself from frame to frame and soft focuses/ blurs out the left hand side of the image, they're after sales sucks and gives you a quote identical to what it costs new.
Charming, quirky hotel down the street from the George Hotel in Amesbury, Wiltshire. A fun bar and a good restaurant are both on site. Meeting locals, and the owner (recently retired from Singapore) in the bar was a highlight. A five minute drive from Stonehenge.
I was out and about when I got a tip that an NS SD40E was going to be leading a unit oil can west on the BNSF Aurora Sub. The train could have sat in Chicago all day, but I wasn't going to assume. I headed 1 hour west and setup for what would hopefully come. Im glad I left when I did because not 15 minutes after I got here its unmistakeable high-headlight rounded the bend and I pulled off my photo.
Oh, I should also mention I was unbelievably close of getting cloud banged. Not 3 seconds after I snapped the shutter did the whole unit go into cloud cover. In fact, look closely at the foreground; everything is shadowed directly ahead of the train!
Steward, Illinois 5-26-15
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Photo shot at SL Teddi’s Egret Key – actually a quite warm and sunny place, when it wants to be….
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Part 2
October 8, 19__ twilight Friday
Ok, it wasn’t a scream, more like a snort, which I will admit was not very damsel in distress like, but for my defence, I had after all received a bit of a shock. For once the lights flashed on It wasn’t my cousin Jesse standing there teasing in front of the window, but a naked dress form, with a faceless mannequin’s head! I caught me heart, then laughed at meself. The old lights, pre war gas lights must have flickered on and off on their own accord. No spooks, just faulty lighting I scolded meself, deciding that I was glad that Jesse or me brother had not witnessed this, I would never have lived it down with that pair of teasing prone rascals!
I looked around the room, the lighting was not as bright as modern, and countless shadows played along the walls from the rooms many pieces of furniture and other knickknacks. This room must have been a nursery, a crib was on one side, with a small chest that I soon discovered contained old toys, popular about 60 years ago. On the other wall was a small sofa and matching chairs, new by the toys standards, but still 40 years out of date. Old lamps were standing on either side, the yellowed shades had long fringes hanging down, I figured they were from the twenties ( roaring twenties I believe they say in the states) A fainting couch from the same era was on the wall just to the right of the doorway where I stood, and above that a small ledge with a collection of stuffed animals and small dolls. These were a little more modern, with a couple of the dolls recognizable as the “talking” variety.
It had been a few years since I had been at the place, and I couldn’t wait till the next day to do a little more exploring. The house was a small museum of artefacts collected over its 110 year old history. Children of a depressed time, everything was saved that good money had been spent on, even if it was no longer functioning properly!
But exploring would wait until the light of day, I was tired, and decided to find a room to unpack and a bed to sleep on.
There were four bedrooms that were laid out along the corridor. I knew the one at the end had been the sisters room, and since 2 had died in that room, I decided that I would not be staying there. The one immediately to my right was the master bedroom, still intact with all of Adelaide and Jacobs possessions, a small shrine to their parents. The canopied bed that stood in the middle was large, too large by my standards, so I crossed it off me list. The other two rooms had belonged to the two sets of brothers, and I took the one on the right, which had been poor Jacob JR’s room, the one last remaining descendent. I figured he wouldn’t mind. It was a smart little room, with a small bed on one side, and a small sitting area with two chairs, a more modern lamp( only 25 years old) and one of the his father Jacob Sr’s hand built chests.
Comfortable and cosy, even without a fire in the corner fireplace.
I soon made meself at home, hanging the clothes I had brought up into the small closet. I had to kick around some boxes that were strewn on the floor, and move some of Jacob’s musty smellin clothes over to make room in the process.
It was getting late, so I prepared the bed, then headed downstairs to the water closet on the first floor to do me toilet. The water closet was situated next to the Mourning Parlour, sharing a wall. convenient for any quests that had come to pay their respects to the deceased I shuddered at that thought knowing that at least 4 dead bodies had been laid out in that room!
I was running water to brush my teeth when I started to realize that I was hearing more than just running water. it. A low humming was coming from behind me, and I started when I recognized that it was a tune I soon recognized. . I turned off the faucet and listened , but me ears were met with dead silence. I turned on the water again and stared to brush, and soon my thoughts were broken again by the humming sound. I turned around, whatever it was coming from the grate set in about a ¼ meter up on the wall the connected to the mourning parlour. I turned the water off again to hear it more clearly, but it stopped as I did. Hearing nothing more I finished up and quickly made my way to bed, convincing meself that it had been merely a humming form the basement furnace, although I knew all too well that the humming had sounded like it was to the tune of happy birthday. To be honest I had totally forgotten that Frances had died on her birthday, a fact that did not occur to me until much later, much much too later.
Still mulling it over, I changed me clothes, hanging the jumper I had worn in the closet, closing the door, than putting on my PJ’s slipped neath the cool sheets on the small bed. The house was noisy, as all houses are, and I let those various creaks and rattles serenade me to sleep.
I remember dreaming that I was back at my apartment, apparently it was one of the times that I had watched my neighbours little Tony, a rumbustious lad of about 4, although he was a lot older in my dream, more like eleven. He was going about me room, opening drawers, looking into closests, and I was forever chasing him about, at one point he had picked up a small glass vase and I told him to give it back, No he said, and pulled it from me hand.
No!
I heard that second NO quite clearly, and I felt the pillow being pulled from underneath my head.
Suddenly I was wide awake, remembering where I was as I looked about me in the dark room. That last NO! had sounded like it had not been part of me dream, but had come from right next to me bed, and my pillow was now on the floor..
I got up and turned on the lamp, shaking just a bit as I looked around the room. Everything appeared normal, wait!, The closet door was now opened, I knew I had closed It! I walked over, and looked inside its deep murky depths. Nothing Shrugging me shoulders I turned away and started t close the door, moving a box back in with me foot. as I did I heard a doll like voice coming from the floor.. “time to sleep” is what I thought it had said. A child’s talking toy I said to myself, nothing more than a bad dream and an old doll.
Girl, furnace noises, pillows slipping off a bed, and a child’s old toys are nothing that should be giving one the heebee jeevees I scolded me self.
I was tired, and decided to investigate things more in the light of day. Going back to bed I slept soundly till morning….
Morning came up rather gloomy, a blustery fall day in full force. A low wind came howling about the hose, shaking a few shutters in the process. When I awoke, most of the occurrences of the night before seemed distant and far away.
I arose, and looked towards the closet, the door had remained closed this time, and I had all but convinced meself that It all had been a product of my imagination. Still in my nightclothes, I wandered downstairs to the kitchen, Jesse had said there would be provisions there.As I made my way down the long curved stairway I looked at the all the carvings of roses, I could still make out small faces, but instead of being creeped out, I found meself admiring the skilled craftmenship that had gone into them.
I went into the kitchen, a long room with tall ceilings and black oak cabinets. A shrill gust of wind came through a partially opened window, sending a shutter banging against the wall. It did make me jump, but I went over and secured it, not trying to let me imagination take off into realms it shouldn’t. But as it turned out, It wasn’t a loose shutter that finally led me imagination take off.
After a quick meal I decided to dress and start exploring the house a bit. I had never been in that house without one of the sisters or Jacob JR hanging over me shoulder.
I went upstairs to the bedroom and opened the closet to put on me green jumper…….
It wasn’t there! I had brought along and hung up 3 outfits, including a long black dress with white frills that I had planned on wearing to Monday’s Funeral. Two of the outfits, including the green jumper were there, but the black dress was not! Deciding it had simply fallen off I began to rummage around the closet, eventually pulling out an assortment of cartons containing stamps, and other related paraphernalia, but no dress, and no dolls either!
This was all starting to get a bit too weird I told meself, but decided that there must be some rational explanation. Perhaps Jesse was her, playing games on me, teasing me like he and me brother kad when we were youngetrs? I decided that , whatever the case, I would get to the bottem of it all, and if me cousin had had anything to do with this, I would have no problems seeking retribution!
I dressed and went out on me exploring mission…..
End Of part 2
to be continued …..
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