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Back Story ........................................
Ya want to know what they're saying ?
Young Helper:
" Is Uncle Jon really a young monkey boy
with no brain for thinking?"
No#1:
Yes, and if he gets any closer throw a tomato
at him and he'll run away like a young monkey !"
"So what did young monkey boy with no brain for
thinking do ?" ..... He Shot Em .......;-)~~~
Left early as usual, did a short stop at The Dog Palace.
Fed and brushed Mama, did a quick recon around to
make sure all is OK at Mamas place.Didn't interact with
any of the other dogs. Took off to see No# 1 Wife .
Spent a few hours with No# 1, mostly watching everyone work.
Arrived home just before dark where 3 hungry dogs were waiting.
Tomorrows plan is to leave early again and head straight for
The Dog Palace. Mama and all the other dogs at the monkey temple need to spend extra time with me, or visa versa ? ..;-)
Thursday I'll be back out to see No#1, again, feeding Mama on the way. I'll be leaving 4 Laos in a few days so there's lots to do yet.
Thank You.
Jon&Crew.
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It's for Help!Japan in SL.
The Friday prior I was chasing FL9s on Cape Cod and a week later I'm in the Wasatch Mountains on my beloved Grande. It just didn't seem real....and looking back it still doesn't.
This day seemed as if it might have been 1996 all over again! There were 10 trains in daylight and we shot 7 of them on the old Rio Grande including four on the lightly used mainline across the desert between Helper and Grand Junction on UP's Green River Sub.
Anyway, here is just one from earlier this amazing morning. After meeting a coal empty headed down the Pleasant Valley Branch to Skyline Mine the "Helper Helpers" backed through the crossovers and flew west around a disabled MofW vehicle. They were headed down the hill to help a loaded GREX slot train up the mountain. We'd see that much later, but after this shot we had to head east for a date with another once a week train on a certain branchline on an obscure corner of the old Rio Grande.
I hope you enjoy this shot of what may be the last regular manned Helper job on the entire Union Pacific.
Colton, Utah
Friday May 10, 2019
Can't help myself when I see these reflexions, just have to turn it upaide down.
From the southern harbor in Copenhagen, the buildings and connecting bridge of AAU (Aalborg University) and the brick harbor
176/365 Help me.
Help me because I am broken, nothing makes me happy and I can not keep pretending to be happy; help me because no is how to get out of this. I just want someone to tell me that everything will be OK and I embrace".
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Ayudame porque estoy rota, nada me hace feliz y no puedo seguir fingiendo ser feliz; ayudame porque no se como salir de esto. Solo quiero que alguien me diga que todo va a estar bien y me abrace".
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Dear dolly friends, please help me identify these clothes. NOT the doll, but the dress. I got the Barbie (?) wearing this costume when I was around 11, she was my first fashion doll. Unfortunately she was eaten by my mom's dog, so now I don't have her. But I soooo want to find her. So please, help me if you know that doll who wore it. She also had long red boots, not these sandals. Thank you! (she was blonde and had bendable knees if it helps...)
A low view of the road that leads to Pitt Lake in Pitt Meadows near Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
About this photo: It was a gorgeous sunny week last week with about +11C/52F and you could feel the warmth of the sun. On days like that I can't help but wanting to go out and enjoy the weather and take some photos. I ended up going to Pitt Lake in Pitt Meadows which is a 20-25 minute drive from my place.
Once you drive through this area you feel like you are in the middle of nowhere as there is hardly anybody around and hardly any cars on this road (especially on a week day in the mornings) and that only about 15 minutes away from a fair sized town. I stopped alongside the road a little ways before arriving at Pitt Lake to capture this photo of the road leading to the beautiful mountain views with some fresh powder snow on top. I just love these views!
~Camera Settings:
*Camera Model: Sony ILCA-77m2
*Focal Length: 16mm
*F-Number: F/8
*Exposure Time: 1/160 sec.
*ISO Speed: ISO-100
*Exposure Program: Manual Mode (M)
Thank you for dropping by!
Ann :)
Some information on the Pitt Lake area: Pitt Lake is located in Grant Narrows Regional Park in Pitt Meadows which is about 45 minutes east of downtown Vancouver. Pitt Lake is the second-largest lake in the Lower Mainland of British Columbia, being about 53.5 square km (20.5 square mi) in area. It is about 25km (15.6mi) long and about 4.5km (2.8mi) wide at its widest, and is also one of the world's largest tidal lakes, its confluence with the Fraser being only a few miles upstream from that river's estuary into the Strait of Georgia. Its southern tip, where the Pitt River resumes, is 40km (25mi) east of downtown Vancouver.
The upper Pitt River valley is a typical U-shaped glacial valley in the Coast Mountains of British Columbia. The over-deepening of the lower end of the valley over the span of the Wisconsin glaciation created a trough over 140m (462ft) below current sea level. After initial glacial retreat at around 13,000 years ago a saltwater fjord occupied this basin when relative sea levels were still ca 120m (396ft) to 140m (462ft) above current levels in the region. Unlike neighbouring Indian Arm and Howe Sound farther west this fjord basin became cut off by sedimentation of the lower Fraser River by ca 10,500 years ago and is now considered a tidal fjord lake.
The community of Pitt Meadows occupies the marshy lowland at the southern end of the lake, some of which has become drained and is known as the Pitt Polder. Just southwest of the lake is the community of Port Coquitlam, which is across the Pitt River from Pitt Meadows. At the north end of the lake is a locality named Alvin, which is a transport and shipping point for logging companies and their employees. The Upper Pitt, meaning the valley upstream from the lake, is considered BC's best fly-fishing rivers and one of its best steelhead streams.
The lake is popular with boaters and canoeists, but is prone to heavy winds and rains as well as big waves (due to its great depth). The mountain range on its east flank comprises Golden Ears Provincial Park, its basin to the north is in southern Garibaldi Provincial Park, while the mountain range on its west, northeast of Vancouver's Coquitlam Lake watershed reservoir, is Pinecone Burke Provincial Park. The waterfront and foreshore of the lake and river are public-access and include extensive migratory wildfowl habitat. There is a destination golfing resort in the Pitt Polder area called Swan-e-set.
The area along the east side of the lake is somewhat famous for being the reputed location of Slumach's lost gold mine, the location of many failed and sometimes disastrous searches for the alleged murderer's lost gold mine. (Info from Wikipedia).
Need around 3 more participants for this planned collab. Must be attending BFVA 2017 and be of proper skill set. This thing is going to be pretty detailed and of decent size. I don't want a Kursk repeat *shivers*.
Having recently being spawned, the demon begins to wander the earth. Due to not being near the summoner, it is very confused and has no idea why it's there. About half an hour later the demon comes across a crokman, who as observing the demon. The crokman didn't know it had been spotted him and thinks the demon is looking above his position.
"Ha! Ssstupid demon," he thought to himself, "The legends and myths lie about your wits and abilities."
While the crokman is still looking, the demon begins to approach. His eyes begin to glow, the orange pupils becoming yellow. In his right hand a rod of flame erupts, taking a form of an ax. As the yellow in his eyes disappear, so does the flame in his right hand. In the flames place an ax appears with a bone shaft and head as black as volcanite.
Now a few inches from where the crokman was hiding, the demon sluggishly brings his ax down in an overhead strike. The crokman rolls from the attack and pulls out his sword.
"What!" he thought shockingly, "How could it have seen through my cover, maybe the legends are true."
The crokman charges at the demon bring his sword in an upwards thrust, but the demon knocks the attack aside with his ax and punches its scaly attacker in the snout, causing to scream in pain. Reeling from the blow, his sword flies into a nearby tree and falls to his knees clutching his broken snout. The demon walks over to its pained victim and utters, "This world will bleed and the cursed one will help bring it to ruin." It then executed the crokman, sending his head rolling and causing his body to sprawl across the ground.
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Please give feedback as this is my first full fledged story and forced perspective shot
MRL called this an "unmanned" helper leading H-KCKSPO out of the west portal on Bozeman Pass. The road crew picked up this set at Livingston and cut it off here at West End for the "manned" helper to take back to its home base.
This guy turned three years old recently. He's turning into the cutest nephew ever (okay, he already was).
Image made with my Nikon F100.
Every eight years under a full moon, a tribe of Karrayyu priests gather in the Methara region, south of Addis Abeba, Ethiopia, for a ceremony to transfer power, this ceremony is named Gada. Five families share and govern the power.
In two days, 10,000 people come, mainly by foot to help with the running of the ceremony. Absolutely no tourists are allowed in the proximity. After weeks of negotiation with the tribe’s leader, I managed to obtain access to help at the ceremony. Throughout the entire negotiation process, it was never a matter of money, as is often the case with tribes, it was simply that the ceremony has never been open to foreigners.
The chiefs finally accepted, the Karrayyus are living in particularly difficult times and their position is precarious. They want to make the world aware of their predicament ; the drought killing off their livestock and the government selling their fertile land to Saudi-Arabia, India and South Korea.
Their former tribal wars with their neighbours, the Afars and the Sidamos, are beginning again. The number of young fighters wearing an ostrich feather in the hair acts of a badge of having killed another man, this acts as evidence of renewed conflict.
The ceremony takes place in the desert with hundreds of temporary houses having been constructed specially for the Gadda. In front of each house there is cow fencing, the cow being a sacred animal, each one being named like one of their children.
A mound of dry cow pat decorated with yellow fruit draws the boundary and the limit that nobody will dare to pass.
Inside the house, each family has brought their bugée mataas, a strip of artistically, studded leather, their only valuable object.
In front of the fences, the home owner waits for the ritual gifts that the visitors have come to offer them : milk, butter, sorghum …
An accurate list of what has been offered is kept by a sort of official or clerk.
As night falls, les Karrayuus who have not managed to find the friends begin to shout their names, walking up and down in front of the houses. Some send texts from the mobiles, the only infringement of tradition.
At midnight, the tribal danses begin, the mass circle forms, the warriors, the Qondallas with their afro hair style leap up and down to show their power. The desert is no longer just an immense dust cloud.
At the same time, a group of other men look for the daughter of the future chief. She hides and they must find her, they are fortunate enough to have help, a full moon. Everybody else waits. All of a sudden at 3am, the women who were sleeping using their dresses as duvets leap to their feet and start singing : the chief’s daughter has been found !
The presents are then bought into the houses and the monstrous feast begins.
In the early hours of the morning, one hundred cows are sacrificed. Their throats cut by the Gille, a long traditional blade. The Karrayuus smear blood on the foreheads of the children as a sign of protection.
Later on towards midday, all of the men of power including the chief shave the heads meanwhile the women pierce their ears with acacia thornes. Dozens of cows are again sacrificed, and once again the hot blood is smeared on the mens’ freshly shaven heads, even babies have their heads smeared.
At this point, women are allowed to leave the camp.
Then comes the solemn, formal moment of the ceremony, the two families face one another. Each holding blades of wildgrass, irrechas and symbols of power. In a mad scramble, the exchange takes place in just a few seconds. The new chief declares power and disappears immediately !
The former chief leaves with tears in his eyes, the warriors pump themselves up in every sense. Drunk with happiness, the chants and songs start again. Everyone agrees to repeat the ceremony, in just 8 years time.
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Morning stroll in the woodlands in Sweden. A bit of rain prior helped bring some extra life (water!) to this creek.
I've only had my little helpers for two days now, they are proving to be a great help around the house.
I've been quite busy this morning so when they offered to open my new bag of bird seed and fill my feeders I jumped at the chance and said yes.
Unfortunately I forgot to tell them that I prefer the bag to be opened at the top to save too much mess but by the time I found them I was too late.
Oh well, they were only trying to help,
Merry Christmas to you all.
While one set of helpers shoves a loaded oil train up and over Bozeman Pass, another helper set waits in the siding at Muir, having just shoved a grain train over the hill. The helpers would follow each other back east to Livingston.
BNSF U FYNPTL0 38T (Unit Train- Fryburg, ND to Portland, OR)
BNSF Dash 9-44CW #4148
BNSF SD70ACe #9172
(DPU) BNSF Dash 9-44CW #5465
(Helper) MRL SD70ACe #4405
(Helper) MRL SD40-2XR #265
(Helper) MRL SD70ACe #4400
MRL Livingston/Bozeman Helpers
MRL SD70ACe #4402
MRL SDP40-2XR #290
MRL SD70ACe #4403
Muir, MT
August 28th, 2021
59206 is seen approaching Bedhampton with a late running Merehead Quarry to Chichester RFT working running, as usual on a Thursday this week. At this point it was over an hour down, enabling this low sun lit shot to be captured at just after 8:00am. It would have been full shadow and twilight if it had run on time. Thursday 2 March 2017
Artefact. It's from the intensive observation unit and are used for people who can't speak due to some injury. I guess it's very practical and useful.
B&O GP9 locomotives serve as tunnel helpers shoving a train over the Jones Falls River and Falls Road in Baltimore, MD, on a March day in 1975. The train had just exited the tunnel that goes under the city of Baltimore less than a mile before this location. Photo taken with a Kodak Instamatic.
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UP 8939 is getting ready to pull forward onto the main line and have the two manned helpers attach to the rear for the climb up the Cascades.
The 552 loaded coal train led by the PC Unit has NS AC44C6M 4005 as one of the helpers instead of the usual SD40-2.