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Rain water, falling from the bridge deck above, splashes over a mechanical gear housing of the Outer Drive Bridge in Chicago. The double-deck bascule bridge carries Lake Shore Drive and the Chicago Lakefront Trail over the Chicago River.
Nikon D7500, Sigma 18-300, ISO 250, f/8.0, 145mm, 1/125s
Not seen too often a truck used to grind hay into a silage pile - the dust was kicking up.
I like how they had a grinder plus the claw to lift the bales.
Made some new tools and got out to do some freehand with friends. Looks like gears and lube to me how about you?
“De Piepermolen” te Rekken
De Piepermolen (of Molen van Pieper) is een windmolen aan de Rekkenseweg in Rekken, in de Gelderse gemeente Berkelland. Deze stenen beltmolen is gebouwd in 1796. Nadat in 1940 het wiekenkruis tijdens een storm van de molen brak, is de romp gedurende dertig jaar in een steeds meer vervallen staat geraakt. In 1970 werd de Piepermolen echter gerestaureerd, waarbij delen van onttakelde en gesloopte molens werden gebruikt. De naam ontleent de molen aan de familienaam van de eigenaars tussen 1907 en 1965.
De vorm van de Piepermolen is bijzonder: de onderste twee meter is cilindrisch, waarna het verloop naar boven toe sterk getailleerd conisch is opgemetseld. Het gevlucht is Oudhollands en de molen is ingericht met twee koppel maalstenen, waarmee op vrijwillige basis veevoer wordt gemalen.
“De Piepermolen” in Rekken
The Piepermolen (or Molen van Pieper) is a windmill on the Rekkenseweg in Rekken, in the Gelderland municipality of Berkelland. This stone belt mill was built in 1796. After the blade cross broke off the mill during a storm in 1940, the hull has fallen into an increasingly dilapidated state for thirty years. In 1970, however, the Piepermolen was restored, using parts of dismantled and demolished mills. The name derives from the family name of the owners between 1907 and 1965.
The shape of the Piepermolen is special: the bottom two meters are cylindrical, after which the course towards the top is strongly tapered and conical. The refuge is Old Dutch and the mill is equipped with two pairs of grinding stones, which are used to grind animal feed on a voluntary basis.
A dirty Canadian Pacific AC44 is lugging an empty grain train east over Kicking Horse Pass under the large shadow of Mount Stephen.
It would be good to say roaring up Shap, but the reaility was 60056 was barely moving as she hauled her heavy load of Pennine stone from Ribblehead Quarry to Tuebrook. Her diversion also caught many out waiting for her south of Ribblehead, expecting her to run around at Blea Moor.
Just another nice colorful shot from this fun solo chase on a damp cloudy fall morning.
Vermont Railway train 263 is grinding eastward on the Green Mountain Railroad's Bellows Falls Subdivision approaching the top of the hill having just crossed the first Summit Road crossing at MP 35.7 on this historic former Rutland mainline which opened between Bellows Falls and Burlington in 1849.
In the lead is SD70M-2 431 built in December 2006 for the Florida East Coast, and one of only two six axle units on the roster. She is trailed by three geeps (GMTX 2215, CLP 204, VTR 207) and thirty cars destined for Riverside Yard in Rockingham. The train is working hard and climbing steadily since leaving Rutland, and once they reach the 1518 ft crest of the Green Mountains at aptly named Summit Station they will have hoisted the train 1000 ft up in the 18 mile stretch.
Mount Holly, Vermont
Tuesday October 18, 2022
Hochwasser auf der Rheinaue Zonser Grind (Dormagen), Pappeln halten die feuchten Wurzeln gut aus
Dormagen Zons, Germany, floodwater plain of the river Rhine, poplars know how to cope with that.
December 2023
An empty CSX grain train grinds upgrade at Afton, Virginia along the Buckingham Branch Railroad bound for Clifton Forge and points West
Das Monatsthema unserer Fotogruppe lautet "Insekten".
Um Fotos von Insekten zu machen bin ich mit dem Fahrrad in die Rheinauen, das Zonser Grind, gefahren.
Leider habe ich keine Insekten gefunden, die ich fotografieren konnte.
Die einzigsten Insekten, die mir begegneten waren sehr klein, summten und haben mich angegriffen. Ein paar größere Insekten hatte ich zwischen den Zähnen hängen, was mich als freundlichen, lächelnden Radfahrer outete. 😋
It was a fantastic experience to watch a Utah loaded coal train grind up the eastern slope of Soldier Summit. Four SD40s on the head end with 6 more cut-in mid-train made for a memorable experience both sight and sound.
Moraine Lake is a stunning Alpine lake in the Canadian Rockies. The blue colour of the lake is due to the presence of "rock flour", a very fine dust produced from the grinding of rocks by glacial action.
Dienstag der 12.Januar 2021
Ein Spaziergang durch die Rheinauen des Zonser Grind. Nach zweieinhalb Stunden Fußweg ging die Sonne unter und es wurde Feuchtkalt.
A walk through the Rhine meadows of the Zonser Grind. After two and a half hours of walking, the sun went down and it got damp and cold.
This photo 'Convenient Time Portal' has received a 'Bronze Star Award' in the 'ND Awards 2021. category: Fine Art: Photomanipulation. Very happy with it!
Link: ND Awards / bronze star award / Convenient Time Portal
With conditions being rather grey and murky, I decided to concentrate on the waterfalls in Grindsbrook Clough rather than head up to Kinder and 0 visibility.
Grinding their way up to Homestake and the top of the Continental Divide.
Rerouting on Burlington Northern because of a derailment on Pipestone.
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It was one of those golden late mornings where the sun wasn’t just shining it was flattering. Yazerine, feeling herself in her brand new “GIMMIE DAT” set from Catarsis, slid into the driver’s seat, keys in hand and edges laid to perfection. Her mood was set: a quick drive, good coffee, and hopefully a little treat or two...
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The winter of 1873, Colorado Territory.
The cold morning air was deathly still and it cut to the bone as Millie stood with her back against the warmth of the camp fire. She'd woken early, restless and shivering. The three of four hours of sleep she'd gotten hadn't helped cease the anticipation and dread she felt last night. "Why in the hell couldn't this have waited til summer," she thought as she watched the untouched morning snow glisten like diamonds. It was spring time in the Rocky Mountains and the sun's glowing rays crept through the aspens like lights from heaven. The beauty of it all, along with the warmth of the sun on her face reassured Millie just a bit, but not enough, as she reached for the steaming coffee pot.
Bass was already awake. Honestly she wondered if he ever slept. He'd gotten the coffee ready well before sunrise and saddled his horse and gone. He'd told them last night he would ride out to check on the choke point at Rockwood Cut and work on the barricade first light. Bass Wheeler was efficient, and he always took care of business first. It was no wonder she loved the man as she did. With all the danger that loomed around them she'd never felt safer in her life.
Millie and Bass had taken up with the ruffian Charles 'Dick' Miller better known as Charlie Dick. Charlie headed up a gang of cutthroats and thieves that raided all the way from Central City, Colorado near the Moffat Pass to Buena Vista along the Arkansas River. They had met the man one night when his companion, Jane Kirkham had made a play for Bass at the Dickens Opera house in Longmont. Needless to say, Millie nor Charlie Dick were very happy about the encounter at first. However, they'd all partaken in copious amounts of liquor and opium that night, so a compromise was struck between the couples. Millie soon found out that Dick wasn't Charlie's middle name but the nickname he'd been pinned with due to that enormous size of his phallus. Over the next few weeks they'd all grown rather close, on the whole, and after a couple of very lucrative stage coach holdups along the Arkansas River, one might say the gang were in high cotton. And with all that money burning holes in their pockets and with all their good fortune, there was only one thing to do. Go for broke. And robbing the Denver & Rio Grande Western Railroad was just audacious enough.
An hour or so later they joined Bass in the valley between the rock faces. They all threw in, helping Bass build up the barricade with railroad ties and logs then doused the pile with coal oil. Past that, there was nothing to do but wait. Millie checked her weapons again and shared a smoke with Homer Dobson, one of the gang members. Homer was from Texas like her and about her age. He was a good looking kid, just nineteen and since they'd met she'd grown fond of the boy, even thinking of him as sort of a younger brother. That still hadn't kept her from sneaking in his bed a couple of times over the last few weeks however, and as they talked passing the cigarette between them Homer repeated the line Charlie had been using since they'd left Denver, "It's a simple plan." They both chuckled a bit and shook their heads for they knew there was no simple to it. Too many variables were involved. Besides, the Railroad was starting to get mighty tired of losing their cargo, not to mention their passenger's personables to a bunch of ne'er do well scoundrels.
Just then Jane Kirkham and Joe Pritchard galloped back down the tracks toward them waving their arms. Millie could hear the locomotive's whistle blow a warning before it came around the bend and quickly spun her horse around, along with Homer to get in position. She backed her horse under the trees, big globs of snow falling on top of her. As she grimaced, sinking into her poncho she gazed out from under the branches and watched Bass light the barricade. She smiled at him when he looked up, and he smiled back, giving her a wink. She loved him and no matter who else either of them may have shared a bed with, she belonged to Bass Wheeler and everyone knew it.
Watching the massive locomotive barrel it's way along the tracks toward the blockade she heard the first shot from Bass' colt. The rest of them rushed out, guns at the ready as the sound of iron grinding against iron echoed up the rock face. If everything had gone as planned Charlie Dick had already jumped off a ledge onto the train and now had his gun on the conductor. Millie got them both in her sights just in time to hear the blast and watched to railroad man's legs buckle. She could see Charlie laughing as the train came to a stop. Looking to her right she watched Bass gallop around the front, his horse leaping over the railroad tracks, a terrible expression on his face.
The snow had just begun to fall again. The gentle snowflakes brushed against her skin as she watched Charlie and Bass scream at each other, each pointing their guns at the other. It all happened so fast.
Days later Homer would tell her who fired first and who shot who. But it would all be a blur to her and only her nightmares would reveal the whole truth. She'd drink heavily, and during her drunken states she'd consider it all, thinking to herself, it was a simple plan and there were many variables.
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Thank you so much, Anyka Aiséirí for being so kind to me and helping out with this shot. Anyka put her outfit together and came ready to go to work on very short notice. She is such a pro and a delight to work with.♥
And to my wonderful friend Morgan Talbot. What can I say? Morgan literally put this backdrop together for me and welcomed me to his gorgeous sim to shoot this. He even saddled my horse!
Good friends are hard to find and Morgan definiitely is a gem in my life. Thank you so much!♥
A UP manifest grinds up the western side of the Tehachapi Mountains and into the setting sun between Caliente and Bealville.
Espresso bar in Soho, London. Apparently there's a cocktail bar in the basement if coffee's not your thing.
An empty grain train emerges from Jarrett's Tunnel deep in the mountains between Old Fort and Asheville, NC on the 'Southern Loops'. Through trains were removed from this route in May of 2020, in favor of longer but less-mountainous routings. However in the last 3 months or so once a blue moon Norfolk Southern will send a "mainline train" up the loops to Asheville and on to Knoxville. Something once done many times per day is now done, at best, a few times per month.