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Union Pacific's daily Salt Lake City - Denver manifest pulls into Helper, Utah for a crew change on Nov. 21, 2008. On the right, a set of helper engines await their next assignment.
Over the last few years of photographing hundreds of old Minnesota barns, there are some that stand out in my experience. Almost any round barn qualifies for that distinction as well as other very old barns that are simply spectacular in that they made it through a hundred years and are still standing strong.
Barns that are accompanied by unusual silos are also memorable like the one in the photo that has a wooden silo. Wooden silos help date barns as some rectangle ones were first built back in the late 1800s. A decade or so later, round wooden silos were built that resembled large barrels and were held together by adjustable steel hoops.
The silo aside this barn has long vertical boards which is a little more uncommon and without talking to someone who owns it today, I would guess this dates back to the very early 1900s.
Someone years ago did a nice job of repairing and maintaining this historic barn and silo eventually putting a tin roof on the barn to add years to its life. It would be an interesting to learn more about the background from someone who lives in that area.
A nice overall touch is the guy wire anchored to the barn and attached to the upper part of the silo as if two old structures were giving help to one another as they endure the testing of time.
Many of us who are nearing the end of our own life’s journey know what that companion help is like.
(Photographed near Nowthen, MN)
Doug Harrop Collection • November 12, 1977
A Santa Fe GP35 idles near the ATSF freight depot in Victorville, California. This helper terminal is about 25 miles below Cajon Summit in San Bernardino County.
Bronze statue about shipwrecked family. Made by sculptor Robert Stigell in 1898. Located in Tähtitorninmäki, Helsinki.
D802 has just cut off the rear of N956 at Elmdale and is now heading back west towards its home base at West Olive. The helper power was added to the train at Grand Junction and stayed on all the way to Elmdale. When the Essexville coal trains ran via Grand Rapids, helpers were necessary not only for Saugatuck Hill but also the pair of stiff eastbound grades between Grand Rapids and Alto.
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...............unfortunately, the Heron was in no mood to grant a pardon. E-M1 MKII/100-400mm.
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a frayed rope, a buoy with sticky tape? Oops.
I have often wondered, these buoys are heavy, what happens when you are in the water, drowning, and they throw one of these at you and you get it on the head?
HEEEELP!
Another photogenic set.
Take care, be safe!
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After finishing their work at Pokegama Yard in Superior, WI, CN 2900, 8897, 2271, and 2504 make their way northbound with a shortish M34581 09 in tow. A three-unit helper set is shoving hard at the rear of the train, only to experience PTC issues on their return trip back down Steelton Hill, making a waiting game out of what would have been a nice evening glint shot. Regardless, this was another Twin Ports spot that I crossed off my bucket list on this year's trip, and I'm glad it turned out the way it did. Taken along the CN Superior Subdivision on 7/9/21.
A native cow grazes in a rice terrace as smoke from a controlled burn rises in the air overlooking Pasaleng Bay and the slopes of Caraballo (Karaballo) mountains
Pagudpud, Ilocos, Philippines. Pagudpud is a fourth class municipality and a coastal resort town of Ilocos Norte province, in the northern Ilocos Region of the Philippines,
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A group of seven Rio Grande tunnel motors cut into a 105-car Savage, Utah - Los Angeles, California export coal train in Helper, Utah the afternoon of March 13, 1999.
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Colour re-edit of a shot from July 2017.
The slogan on the bag reads "Every Little Helps" but a well placed crease is hiding the 'E' for a slogan that best matches the position I am in right now.
I'm struggling. Having to pack and downsize means losing things that are precious but not essential. It hurts. I know that I hold on to the memories but the objects related to those memories have been such an important part of my life. Having to do this on an ever decreasing time scale while getting breathless just walking up a flight of stairs still and suffering fatigue from lack of sleep. It's all a bit too much and there is not a lot that helps.
I just needed to share. It helps just a little to let it out. My head is spinning with so much to do.
I wish you all a very wonderful weekend of photography my dear Flickr friends.
Take care and take photos.
Fall? Travillion? Northbound? Yep! Even though it was just the pusher, I got my shot I set out to get.
CSX Six-Seven makes the short trip up from Morley to Travillion to help C941.
Dear little Primrose was helping me pick up the last of the windfalls yesterday.
It has been such a bumper harvest year for the apple tree that I am delighted to get all the help I can!
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It can happen to anyone, from any walk of life.
20 years ago I had a career that I was incredibly proud of, saving lives, I had a home, mortgage, car and disposable income. I was confident and, even though I hate to blow my own trumpet, I was incredibly good at the work that I did.
I was, however, bullied, harassed, abused, belittled and ostracised by management and many colleagues in a toxic environment where this behaviour had spread like a cancer. This went on daily for 13 years. I thought that I was 'ignoring' it and just knuckling down in my work. I didn't know, until it was too late, that this was damaging both my physical and mental health.
After some time off due to a stress breakdown I returned and the bullying turned into a witch hunt. They succeeded. My mental and physical health had been destroyed. I was wrongly advised to resign by a union that had representatives embedded in management. I was too unwell to pursue any means of recompense.
Losing my career lead to my first Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy attack. This one was nearly fatal.
I have suffered from Complex Post-traumatic Stress Disorder (CPTSD) for at least 20 years as a direct result of this. Only finally receiving help for the condition last year after years of medical denial because the establishment at the time did not understand the connection between non-life threatening instances and PTSD despite mounting evidence. Thankfully it is much better understood today.
The bullies took my career, my confidence, my identity, my physical health, my mental health and now they have taken my relationship and my home. My ex being unable to cope with my PTSD and reacting to it in a way that was making it worse in a cycle that just destroyed our relationship.
Now, unable to work and unable to claim benefits for the moment, unwell, terrified and struggling at times to cope with basic life things, I am facing this horrendous situation that is so daunting there are times that my thoughts go to a very dark place.
I never imagined any of this would happen to me. I was on top of the world back in the early 2000s. The best time of my entire life.
Maybe I deserved this. Maybe I did something terrible in a former life. I don't know. I can't make sense of it.
I don't want to give up just yet. I want to fight back. I just have so little actual physical support. PTSD can cause isolation. Distrust. Withdrawal.
I have lost my few best friends since moving to Scotland for numerous reasons outside of my control. My family are 300 miles away and offer just loving thoughts. I am on my own.
On Friday I will be completely on my own for the first time in 20 years. This time without the confidence and abilities I had back then. I have to try and find them but without safety, comfort and familiarity I face an impossible task. It can take monumental effort just to cook a simple meal. PTSD is a terrible thing to have.
I am sharing my story as I don't know when or how I will return to Flickr.
Photography has been my recovery. My saviour from PTSD. An adrenaline kick from street photography, the excitement of the edit when you return home. Sharing my photographs with you and taking time to enjoy your photographs. The Flickr routine has kept my sanity and been an important part of my day for years now. I fully intend to return but the odds are against me at least for the moment.
Some of you wanted to help by donating towards the expensive Internet costs I will face in temporary housing.
I hate asking for help but please know that I am incredibly grateful for the help that I have received, both financially and otherwise. Just knowing that people care is a help in itself.
If you wish to keep in touch with me via WhatsApp while I am unable to get my PC online then please Flickrmail me your contact details. (bearing in mind that over the next few days my time is limited).
My PC will be packed tomorrow so I may make one more post before I go. I'll make sure it is a happier picture.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I am profoundly thankful for the friendships and acquaintances that I have made here. You are all wonderful, awesome people. Thank you.
Homelessness can happen to anyone.
I might as well make the best of winter while we wait for spring. The warm week back in February created a nice little creek at Bluffer's Park in Scarborough. The sunset was quite strong and not much cloud cover was in the sky. I had the trees in the distance and the peak of the Bluffs to help get the shot I wanted. I didn't check the weather to plan the setting but I was in the neighbourhood so I decided to come here for a walk.
In 1999 I made a trip from my house in Colorado Springs to Helper, UT one of many trips I made, since the UP merger,
to the last bastion of Rio Grande power. Seen here is the Helper diesel facility filled with Rio Grande tunnel motors. Rio Grande 5405 leads a six-unit set headed to help a coal train to Soldier Summit.
The helpers from East Bernstadt roll north to meet S539 at Perth, where they will hook onto the rear of the train to shove over Crooked Hill.
"Thriller" by Michael Jackson <3 ...
"Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'awl's neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller"
My idea for STRAWBERRY FIELDS CAFE SEPTEMBER CONTEST - Theme: 80' spirit
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Merci à Bee, Bluu, Josh, Kaiser, Muskie et Michaël Jackson himself :ppp