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When Achilles’ mother Thetis immersed him in the River Styx to make him invulnerable, his undipped heel became his only weak point.
Thomas Banks made this sculpture for Thomas and Jane Johnes, modelling Thetis on Jane and Achilles on their young daughter Mariamne. It was perhaps especially meaningful since Thomas and Jane lost an infant son in 1786.
The man had this charming smile about him, one that could draw you in with one glance. It was easy for him to get his way, which led to his growing greed. He would leave the twins on their own for hours on end, while he was up to his criminal acts. Bringing home conquest after conquest. At least, that's what he would call them. Hansel and Gretel would often go days without food. Whenever he was rejected by a conquest, or a job went awry, he would lash out at the twins, abusing them physically. Sometimes, he would take it out on other conquests. Unlike the children though, he wouldn't stop until they were dead. This man would have the children help dispose of the bodies, their hands full of blood. This vicious cycle continued for many years.
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"It's literally a suicide mission. All of Archon will be there. As great as we are at the job, we can't take on a full team of specials." I say before getting on my motorcycle.
"Maybe we'll get lucky, and the rest of the team gets sent off to stop an alien invasion in Sunrise or something... Or maybe Oversight's got something planned to keep them all busy, I don't know." Gretel puts her helmet on, and gets on the back of the bike.
"Yeah, here's hoping." I say before putting my helmet on, and making my way to the outpost. Traffic's pretty light at this time of day, so it doesn't take us very long to get there. After parking the bike across the street, we get off, and walk across the street, to the entrance of the apartment complex. The door creaks as I open it, with Gretel following behind me. Walking up the stairs, to the third floor. Once there, Gretel pulls out the keys to our apartment, room 312, and unlocks the door. Instantly, I make my way towards the fridge, looking for something to drink.
"Andd, there's nothing... Guess I should've got something." I close the fridge door rather quickly, once noticing there's nothing good to drink.
"You, and your energy drinks... It's probably a good thing. If the job doesn't kill you, those sure will."
"Ha, ha! What are you, my mother?" I say with a laugh, as I start loading the backpack with our gear. Various trick ammunitions for our bows and guns, along with other fun gadgets.
"Hey, someone has to wear the pants in the family. If it's not going to be you, it may as well be me." Gretel smiles, as she takes out the sniper rifle, disassembling it, and placing it into the backpack.
"Uh sis, that's a completely unrelated phrase."
"To be fair, we never did get much in the way of a proper education."
"Yea, but that's more of a common sense thing. Anyways, is that everything?"
"Pretty sure."
"Grappling hook arrow?"
"Hey, you're the archer, not me. You can pack your own trick arrows." Gretel snaps.
"Wait, what's this?" I say, picking up an arrow, but it has a boxing glove on it, instead of an arrowhead.
"Oh that? I saw it on a tv show. Pretty cool huh?" Gretel says, proud of her newfound creation.
"More like, not very practical. But sure, we'll bring it along anyway." I say, putting the boxing glove arrow in the backpack. We fill all of our pouches with the smaller gadgets that can fit inside them, before heading back outside. As we're about to cross the street, five thugs come towards us, with guns drawn. Looks to be West End Warriors, with the logo blatantly present on their shoulders.
"You're not going anywhere!" One of the thugs says, as he spits on the sidewalk.
"Give us all the money you've got.. Or else..." Another says, trying to intimidate us.
"Oo, I'm shaking in my boots! Whatever will we do sis?"
"Maybe we should show them what happens to people who try to mess with us?"
"I'm liking the sound of that! Good call. They'll be regretting their decision in 3, 2, 1." I say counting down, before drawing my bow, getting ready for the fight ahead.
Shi: “Ah, okay… Okay, fine. Um, Batman. He’s, ah… he’s got a really nice voice.”
Goth Angel: “You’ve talked to him??”
Shi: “No, of course not! Just, you know, hearing him on news clips. Or whatever…”
We called him Theodore. A regal name. We watched him for close to thirty minutes, as he ate his fill of grass. We came upon him right next to the trail we were on, so we stopped under some trees just to observe. As more people came along and discovered him, he clearly felt nervous and ambled into the trees. When the trail got quiet again, he came out and continued to feed. Judging by the fight wounds and scars on both of his sides he must be the victor in all his battles for the pretty girls!
Rocky Mountain National Park.
"To me this is like the days of Noah,
when I swore that the waters of Noah would never again cover the earth.
So now I have sworn not to be angry with you,
never to rebuke you again.
Though the mountains be shaken
and the hills be removed,
yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken
nor my covenant of peace be removed,"
says the Lord, who has compassion on you.
[Isaiah 54:9-10 NIV]
5 THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW:
1. Like it or not, we are ALL sinners: As the Scriptures say, “No one is righteous—not even one. No one is truly wise; no one is seeking God. All have turned away; all have become useless. No one does good, not a single one.” (Romans 3:10-12 NLT)
2. The punishment for sin is death: When Adam sinned, sin entered the world. Adam’s sin brought death, so death spread to everyone, for everyone sinned. (Romans 5:12 NLT)
3. Jesus is our only hope: But God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners. (Romans 5:8 NLT) For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 6:23 NLT)
4. SALVATION is by GRACE through FAITH in JESUS: God saved you by his grace when you believed. And you can’t take credit for this; it is a gift from God. Salvation is not a reward for the good things we have done, so none of us can boast about it. For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago. (Ephesians 2:8-10 NLT)
5. Accept Jesus and receive eternal life: If you openly declare that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. (Romans 10:9 NLT) But to all who believed him and accepted him, he gave the right to become children of God. (John 1:12 NLT) And this is what God has testified: He has given us eternal life, and this life is in his Son. Whoever has the Son has life; whoever does not have God’s Son does not have life. (1 John 5:11-12 NLT)
Read the Bible for yourself. Allow the Lord to speak to you through his Word. YOUR ETERNITY IS AT STAKE!
A Double Play...for Doubleday?
Hah, well if not for him...for me at least. To those that are even casual students of our National Pastime will know the name Abner Doubleday and the town of Cooperstown. The latter is a quaint upstate New York village beside Otsego Lake that is home of the Baseball Hall of fame. The former is the alleged inventor of the game of baseball in that very town in 1839, hence the choice to locate the hall of fame here in 1937. And while most historians believe the Mills Commision's assertions about Doubleday and Cooperstown are nothing but fiction, the legend still sticks here.
But to railfans there is more than just baseball in Cooperstown. The Cooperstown & Charlotte Valley operates a heritage railroad and museum along the historic line of the same name first opened in 1869. The original road came under D&H ownership in 1903 and was operated as branch of that Class 1 for 67 years. The branch was sold to the Delaware Otsego Corp in 1970 and freight trains continued to operate into the mid 1980s along with excursion trains. The last freight ran in 1987 and the line was completely moribund until being sold to the Leatherstocking Chapter of the NRHS in 1996. Incidentally, despite selling the branch the Delaware Otsego Corp (parent company of the NYS&W) retained ownership of the passenger depot in Cooperstown where they still maintain their corporate headquarters despite having no rail operations in town.
Despite having been in existence as a tourist railroad for more than two decades I'd never visited the operation. But in a twist of good fortune I made a totally unplanned trip to Binghamton chasing an NS train on the old D&H the day prior to this photo. While out that evening with an old railroader/railfan friend he told me that the CACV just happened to be celebrating the 150th anniversary of the opening of their railroad the very next day.
Based out of the small town of Milford south of Cooperstown they had a full weekend of special events and extra trains. The highlight of the event was the first steam locomotive to traverse these rails since the 1970s and included a bit of rare mileage almost into downtown Cooperstown.
Viscose Company #6 is an 0-4-0 saddle tank loco built by Baldwin in 1924. Originally assigned to the American Viscose Company plant in Roanoke, VA she was sold for scrap in the early 1960s. Never cut up she languished for decades in the yard of Gem City Iron & Metal Company in Pulaski, VA. Purchased by Scott Symans of Dunkirk, NY in 2004 and restored over the next three years she now travels by truck to shortlines and tourist railroads all over the country that do not have steam locomotives of their own.
She weighs 60,000 lbs and has a 17,360 lb tractive effort.
Here she is just starting to pull south from her photo op at the Cooperstown village welcome sign just north of here at Chestnut St. / Route 28 crossing.. This little bit is rare mileage as the normal northern limits of CACV operations is the runaround track a half mile south of this point and this crossing is clearly out of service and marked exempt.
So there you have it...a double hit of rare mileage and rare steam...and all totally unplanned!
Cooperstown, New York
Saturday July 13, 2019
I promised a friend I'd take him here to shoot BO-1 sometime but with freight operations winding down as the last customer, Rousselot in Peabody, closes we were running out of chances. But with their loco pointed north and one final load to deliver we knew this Tuesday would be the the second to last train so I stayed up late after work and met him in Lynn and took him down here. We ended up having a bit of a wait and lensed six purple window trains opportunistically while we hung out.
Between trains 2 and 3 the alarm sounded and the bridge was opened to let a pleasure boat head down river so I took the opportunity grab this shot of the span opening since this is the first time I'd ever observed it happen. I'm partial to infrastructure and do enjoy a trainless shot now and then.
The 487 ft long double track bridge dates from 1911 and has a 65 ft movable span. According to the Historic American Engineering Record (HAER) it is a single-leaf Strauss overhead counterweight bascule which is believed to be the oldest known example of its type in Massachusetts. It is particularly significant for its innovative engineering design and association with a prominent bridge engineer, Joseph Baermann Strauss, whose company designed the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco.
Alas like so much other legacy Boston and Maine infrastructure, this bridge has reached the end of its useful life and a replacement is in the works as described here: archives.lib.state.ma.us/bitstream/handle/2452/799579/ocn...
So someday this shot will be as rare and conveted as those featuring the trains passing.
Lynn, Massachusetts
Tuesday August 29, 2023
I look down at the man dressed in red for a few moments, allowing him to process what M'gann has just told him. Ever since her encounter with Mr Moth all those weeks ago, I've been attempting to build her confidence by encouraging her to tackle low-time criminals.
So far, it would've appeared to work a charm.
Breaking my train of thought, I lower myself out of the air, phase through the bank doors and then take my place next to M'gann.
"I understand you're having some trouble."
M'gann nods; the man in red stood watching with a gormless expression spreading across his face.
"Get back! I'll kill you both!"
He raises his weapon, and I am suddenly reminded of the fact that if he was to squeeze the trigger, I would be rendered powerless and my defeat would be simple.
If only he knew.
"I mean it! I'll do it!"
Calling his bluff, I walk forwards to his trembling wreck of an arm and pause.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Michael."
The man jolts.
"Wha...what did you call me?"
"Michael Miller. That is your name, is it not?"
His mouth begins to move out of time with his mind, then his trembling arm finally gives way and he lets out a meek whine.
"How do you-"
Miller suitably distracted, I lunge forwards and grasp his crude flame-thrower, and in one efficient movement, I bring the weapon upwards and out of his shaking hands. He attempts what some might call a punch, but one quick kick in his shin soon puts his assault to bed, and Miller to the ground.
"Let's see, what have we here?"
I examine the crude weapon at hand, then hook my fingers under a pressure gauge on the side and tear it off. The thrower makes a hissing sound as some gas escapes, then I detach the piping from the gun and throw it to the ground.
"No dammit!"
Miller squirms on the ground, but stops when the bank doors slam open and various officers from the DPD march in. I look up as I walk around Miller, now on his knees, and position myself to talk to the officers.
"Good afternoon."
They lower their weapons in turn with Miller raising his hand to his face, which now appears to be a brighter shade of red than his flattering outfit.
"Martian Manhunter. Thank god."
The officer steps forwards and looks down at Miller.
"Is that...Michael Miller?"
I nod. The officer turns to one of her colleges stood in the doorway, gun still trained on Miller.
"Call dispatch. Let them know we've got the situation under control."
The man nods as he makes his way to the police car, then the officer's hand goes to a pair of handcuffs hooked around her belt. A though flashes through my mind for a moment, the thought of my younger (and somewhat reckless) version of myself back on Mars. I then think of M'gann; how we met, and how I would act if it were her currently relieving herself in a trembling mess at my feet.
The officer steps forwards and I bring my hand up.
"That won't be necessary, officer."
She pauses.
"I'm sorry?"
"Your handcuffs. They will not required."
A look of uncertainty flashes across her face.
"And why not?"
I look down to Miller.
"Mr Miller here has done no wrong."
She frowns as I continue.
"No one was harmed. He didn't even leave here with any money, and, may I remind you, we are in a bank."
"Weather or not he left with any money does not matter, sir. This is currently being treated as a hostage situation-"
I gesture to a group of adolescents all with their mobile devices out.
"Where the hostages are taking photographs of their 'captor'."
The officer sighs.
"May I ask why you're standing up for this man? I, we, were all under the impression that your sort of people stood up for justice?"
I consider the officer's point for a moment, but another look down at the trembling wreck of a man that is Michael Miller reminds me of my cause.
"You are correct. However, take a look at Mister Miller, officer. Take away the gaudy outfit and those awful judgement skills, and you have a young individual who needs help. I do stand for justice, officer, you're quite right, but this man here,"
Miller looks down.
"Is not an example of a dangerous criminal. Someone who attacks a bank using only a home-made hair-dryer with a little extra firepower, in a city protected by two extraterrestrials with unearthly powers, clearly isn't the sharpest of criminal minds."
The officer turns to her college, and in turn I look to M'gann, stood tending to an inquisitive man in the doorway. The officer turns back to me and sighs.
"Alright, let's say for one minute that he is innocent. What's to stop him from attacking again if we let him go?"
I nod.
"A fair point. He could easily come back just as powerful next time, couldn't he?"
I crane my neck to look at Michael, but as soon as I catch his eye he snaps his neck back downwards.
"But look at him. Do you honestly think he will attempt anything like this again after what's happened today? He won't even be able to look at a dollar bill without trembling. Even the hostages outsmarted him."
Michael fidgets on the ground, but keeps his eyes down.
"His is still in possession of an offensive weapon."
"He was in possession of an offensive weapon. Currently he is in possession of a heap of rather inoffensive metal."
The officer once again sighs, then turns to her college. She whispers something in his ear, and after a few moments, she looks back to me and sighs.
"Alright."
She kneels down to Michael and begins to talk to him.
"Right then Mister Miller, it would appear today is your lucky day. Now god knows why, but thanks to your Martian friend here, we've decided to let you go, under the condition that you will be under a strict curfew for at least eighteen months."
Michael stirs, but I calm him with a hand on his shoulder. The officer stands.
"You're going to have to come with us to go through the details of your curfew, but after that, you're free to go."
She picks Miller up and leads him outside.
"I suggest you thank your lucky stars you've got the Martian Manhunter here. He's turned the end of your free life, into a life of staying indoors after nine o'clock."
The officers, Miller in tow, exit the bank and head for the police car. The woman opens the back passenger door, then turns round and says one last thing to me.
"Why?"
I pause.
"I like to believe there is a bit of good in everybody. At least, in some people. Mister Miller here is certainly no exception. He's young; he's got his whole life ahead of him. Don't bring that crashing down because he had one minor lapse of judgement."
She nods, then Miller gives me one last look before being bundled into the police car.
I walk over to M'gann stood by the doors. She says nothing, instead she just looks up at me, and smiles as we watch the car drive off down the road and into the busy afternoon traffic.
Flight LH470 Frankfurt am Main to Toronto Pearson.
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My Toronto area friend Ronto and I suddendly decided to go for planespotting. I took a half-day vacation from work and met him at YYZ -- Toronto Lester B. Pearson Airport.
Stranger #15 - Staszek - I met him in the centre of Wroclaw, Poland. He seemed quite busy yet he agreed to have his photo taken when I explained the project. I quickly shot four frames and was positive that at least one will be good. A short but very nice encounter :)
This picture is #15 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page
There is a enthusiastic photographer in this photo, look carefully for him .
Sun shone late into the evening 16/5/17, many photographers had arrived and positioned themselves to get their shots of Edda Ferd arriving into Aberdeen Harbour, as we all waited this photographers enthusiasm drew my attention, climbing over the fence on to Abercrombie Jetty he prepared to take his shots, would love to see the shots he took , anyways thought this was worth posting as it reflects the enthusiasm we all have when these magnificent vessels are available for photographers .
Edda Ferd, PSV – Hybrid Platform Supply Vessel
The Edda Ferd is a platform supply vessel used to support oil rig operations in the North Sea.
A new build, the Østensjø Edda Ferd has been designed with a focus on quality, safety and efficiency. This is the first integration of a Corvus Energy ESS and Siemens’ BlueDrive PlusC propulsion system.
Name: Edda Ferd
Type: 92.6 m Platform Supply Vessel (PSV)
Duty: North Sea Offshore Drilling Platform Service & Support
Pack: 40 x 6.5kWh
Capacity: 260kWh
Bus Voltage : 888VDC
Partners: Østensjø Rederi, Siemens, Corvus Energy
Edda Ferd, PSV is based in Haugesund, Norway operating in the North Sea.
General
Operator:Østensjø Rederi AS
Built:2013
Builder:Astilleros Gondan. Spain
Yard no.:444
Call sign:LAZO7
Flag:NIS
Port of Registry:Haugesund
IMO no.:9625504
MMSI No.:259161000
Classification:DnV +1A1, SF, E0, OFFSHORE SERVICE VESSEL+, SUPPLY, DK(+), DYNPOS-AUTR, HL(2.8), LFL*, CLEAN DESIGN, NAUT-OSV(A), COMF-V3-C2, OIL REC, DEICE
Safety regulations:NMA, Trade Worldwide within GMDSS A3, Solas 1974/1978, International Convention on Load Lines, Pollution Prevention - MARPOL 1973/1978, INLS Certificate
Dimensions
Length o.a.:92,6 m
Length b.p.:82,2 m
Breadth mld.:20,6 m
Depth mld.:9,0 m
Draft max.:7,2 m
Air draft:32,46m
Tonnage - Deadweight
Deadweight:5122 t
Gross tonnage:4870 GT
Net tonnage:1462 NT
Deck loading capacities
Cargo deck:1038 m2
Deck equipment
Anchor chain:2 x 11 shacles.
Anchor Windlass / Mooring Winch:15,5 tons.
Mooring winch:Forward: 2 x 16 tons Aft: 2 x 10 tons
Deck cranes:Port: 1 x MacGregor SWL1,5 t@ 8m / Starboard: 1 x MacGregor SWL 3,0 t @ 10m
Tugger winches:2 x 15 tons.
Propulsion
General:Battery Hybrid Power Station and 2 x VSP each 2700 kW. 2 x AC asynchronous water-cooled motors each 2700 kW.
Main engines:2 x MAK 6M25C a` 2000kW - 2 x MAK 9M25C a`3000 kW
Fuel type:MDO /MGO
Auxiliaries / Electrical power
Generators:2 x Simens generator 2222 kW / 2 x Simens generator 3333 kW
Emergency generator:Caterpillar Emergency generator 158 kW
Speed / Consumption
Max speed / Consumption:abt. 16,0 knots
Main propellers
Maker:Voith Schneider propellers
Type:2 x 2700 KW
Thrusters
Bow thrusters:2 x 1400 kW FP , electric driven low noise tunnel thrusters. Plus 1 x 800 kW RIM tunnel thruster
Bridge / Manoeuvering
Bridge controls:5 control stands. (forward, 2 x aft, starboard, port)
Loading / Discharging:Simens IAS. Remote monitoring of all tanks including loading/discharging operations and start/stop of all pumps.
Dynamic positioning system
Type:Kongsberg K-Pos.
Approval / Class:DNV DYNPOS-AUTR. IMO Class 2
Reference systems:DPS 112, DPS 132, CyScan, Mini-Radascan
Sensors:3 x Gyro, 3 x Motion Reference Unit, 2 x Wind sensor
ERN number:99,99,99,99
Liquid tank capacities
Marine Gas Oil:1100 m3 included 2 chemical and 4 special prod. tanks connected to fuel system.
POT water:1000 m3
Drill Water/Ballast:2280 m3
Mud:Mud/Brine system 513 m3. Special product system 370 m3. Total 883 m3.
Brine:Brine/mud system 513 m3. Special product system 702 m3. Total 1215 m3
Base oil:Total 702 m3. When using combined tanks.
Methanol:Total 440 m3. When using combined tanks.
Special products LFL/LFL*:720 m3
Drill Cuttings:720 m3
Liquid discharge
Fuel Oil pumps:2 x 150 m3/h- 9 bar
Brine pumps:2 x 100 m3/h – 22.5 bar.
Liquid Mud pumps:2 x 100 m3/h – 24 bar.
Specal products pumps:2 x 100 m3/h – 9 bar.
Drill water pumps:1 x 250 m3/h – 9 bar.
Drill cutting pumps:4 x 40 m3/h – 9 bar.
Fresh water pumps:1 x 250 m3/h – 9 bar.
Methanol pumps:2 x 75 m3/h – 9 bar .
Slop system:1 x 20 m3/h
Tank washing system:1 x 30 m3/h
Discharge piping:5"
Bulk tank capasities
Bulk Cement Tanks:4 tanks. Total capacity: 260 m3
Bulk Discharge:2 x 100 t/hr
Navigation equipment
Radar:1 x Furuno FCR-2827 S /ARPA - 1 x Furuno FAR-2837 S / ARPA
Electronic Chart System:2 x TECDIS
Compass:3 x Simrad Gyro GC 80
Autopilot:Simrad AP-70
Echo Sounder:Furuno FE-700
Navtex:Furuno NX-700A
DGPS:Furuno GP-150
AIS:Furuno FA-150
Voyage data recorder:Furuno VR-3000
LRIT:Sailor 6130 LRIT
Log:Furuno DS-80
Communication equipment
General:GMDSS installation in accordance with IMO regulations for vessels operating within Sea Area A3
GMDSS Radio MF/HF Transceivers & DSC:1 x Furuno FS-1575
VHF:2 x GMDSS Furuno FM-8900 / 3 x GMDSS Jotron TR-20 portable / 3 x Sailor 6248
GMDSS EPIRB:1 x Jotron 40 S Mk2 - 1 x Jotron 45 S Mk2
GMDSS SART:2 x Kannad SARTII
UHF:6 x Motorola GM-360 - 6 x Motorola GP-340 ATEX
Sattelite system:1 x Inmarsat / 1 x Iridium
Accommodation
Total no. berths:38 x Beds
Total no. of cabins:27 x Cabins
Single cabins:16 x Single cabins
Double cabins:11 x Double cabins
Office:2 x Offices
Hospital:1 x Hospital
Ventilation/A-C for accommodation:High pressure single-pipe fully redundant ventilation system. Full heating/AC throughout the accommodation
Other:Messroom, Dayrooms, Conferenceroom, Gymnasium,Galley,Dry Provitions,Freezing room, Wardrobes.
Lifesaving / rescue
Approved lifesaving appliances for:40 persons
Liferafts:6 x 25 persons
Rescue/MOB boat:Alusafe 770 Mk2 - Twin installation.
Fire-fighting/foam:Water/Foam pump/ monitors covering cargo deck area
Or maybe as Jim Croce says, we just need to call him SIR!
And he’s bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest gator in the whole damned town
Badder that old King Kong
Meaner than a junkyard dog.
A bit of a play on words there with me inserting gator in instead of man in the lyrics. And that’s the way the song describes Leroy Brown, but Jack would fit that description as well even if he lives in Houston instead of Chicago. Jack hasn’t been taking it easy as we can see evidence of a lot of scuffing on his nose. That nose should be gray instead varying shades of tan which means that Jack has had more than his share of scuffles. He was taking up most of the mud flats with his presence and holding his ground. This is 13+ feet of madness and mayhem. Photo taken on Horsepen Bayou.
I’ve included the song by Jim Croce if anyone cares to listen to it.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzYf6qskdfA
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Penso nele todos os dias.
Onde estará?
O que estará fazendo?
Será que tem lido?
Será que seu sorriso continuava o mesmo?
Quero tanto ve-lo novamente...
Sinto falta do dias de leitura ao seu lado...
Sinto falta de ve-lo corar...
Simplesmente sinto falta de te-lo ao meu lado.
The proud penguin dad let’s call him Mr. Waddle stood firm, completely unfazed. Puffing out his chest and spreading his wings wide, he declared,
“Kids, look at me! Your dad is amazing! Watch what I can do. Standing on one leg on this tiny ice block, perfect balance! Those hungry seals don’t scare me one bit!”
To prove his point, he gave a confident little spin on the ice block. Unfortunately, his demonstration ended with a splat! as he slipped and landed flat on his belly.
A moment of silence followed, broken only by the crackle of the ice. Quickly, Mr. Waddle scrambled back to his feet, brushing off the snow as if nothing had happened. “That was intentional!” he said with great seriousness. “I was just showing you the art of the perfect belly slide.”
The little penguin chicks stared at their dad with wide eyes, a mix of awe and barely contained giggles. “Dad’s a real hero!” one whispered.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Waddle, let’s call her Miss Featherlight, rolled her eyes dramatically. “Oh, for goodness’ sake,” she sighed, turning to her best friend, Mrs. Chatter. “Look at him, showing off again. He really thinks he’s the king of the glacier! I’ve had enough of this, I’m going to set him straight!”
Mr. Waddle suddenly froze, spread his wings even wider, and gazed toward the sky. “Wait a moment!” he exclaimed. “I’ve been holding myself back my whole life. I can do anything ~ except fly!”
With that, he leaped back onto the ice block, extended his wings as far as they could go, and took a mighty jump... straight into the icy water below. Splash! The little penguins erupted into fits of laughter, their high-pitched giggles echoing across the frosty landscape. Even Mrs. Waddle couldn’t help but crack a smile.
“Come on out, King of Ice,” she called. “Before you convince the seals you’re one of them!”
Mr. Waddle surfaced with a gasp, water dripping from his feathers, and looked at his family. “That was… a demonstration,” he explained, trying to maintain his dignity. “So you’ll know what to do if you ever need to dive.”
The little penguins doubled over with laughter, while Mrs. Chatter leaned toward Mrs. Waddle. “You know,” she whispered, “life’s never boring with him around.”
Mrs. Waddle sighed, but her smile lingered. “That’s true. My hero of the ice blocks.”
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Original Caption: After Hours in a Gasoline Line a Driver Could Arrive at the Pumps and Find Out That the Car Ahead of Him Was the Last to Get Fuel. So Many Stations, Such as This One in Portland, Began Using a "Sorry" Sign on the Last Car to Get Gas 12/1973
U.S. National Archives’ Local Identifier: 412-DA-13007
Photographer: Falconer, David
Subjects:
Portland (Multnomah county, Oregon, United States) inhabited place
Environmental Protection Agency
Project DOCUMERICA
Persistent URL: catalog.archives.gov/id/555459
Repository: Still Picture Records Section, Special Media Archives Services Division (NWCS-S), National Archives at College Park, 8601 Adelphi Road, College Park, MD, 20740-6001.
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My mom and I leave for a weekend trip to San Francisco to celebrate our birthdays. I have been trying to decide what to pack, and what I mean by that is how much film to pack.
Last night I was asking this silly boy if seven packs of peel apart film is too much for just three days.
Not only did he think I should take it all, but he had few ideas for shots when using the black and white packs.
I did convert this film shot to black and white. It just fit him better.
Mamiya 645
80 mm
Portra 160
Converted to black and white
Photo from the Wilhelm Hell collection, scan kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.
München-Riem
June 1986
F-BIUK
Fokker F27-100 Friendship
10247
Uni-Air
Information from airhistory.net - thanks to Paul Seymour:
Test reg PH-FFN before delivery to Philippine Air Lines as PI-C508 in 1964. To Alisarda as I-SARK in 1971 then to TAT as F-BVTO in 1974 and Air Martinique as F-OGIM in 1978. Returned to TAT as F-BIUK then to Uni-Air in 1980. To Aero Stock in 1991 and stored at Paris-Le Bourget. Scrapped in 2000.
Registration details for this airframe:
rzjets.net/aircraft/?reg=136475
This airframe as PI-C508 with Philippine Air Lines 1960s:
www.flickr.com/photos/22685278@N03/5752200646/in
This airframe as I-SARK with Alisarda at Pisa in July 1974:
upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/49/Alisarda_F-27...
This airframe as F-BVTO with TAT at LHR ca. 1975 (basis Alisarda colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/23711545@N08/50790337123
F-BVTO with TAT ca. 1976 (later colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/154191970@N03/31142456917
F-BVTO with TAT ca. late 1970s (later colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/154191970@N03/46093028891
F-BVTO with Air Martinique ca. 1980 (basic TAT colours):
photos.smugmug.com/Airlines-Caribbean/Airlines-Martinique...
This airframe as F-OGIM with Air Martinique at Fort-de-France (FDF) in April 1980:
www.airhistory.net/photo/593635/F-OGIM
F-BIUK with Uni-Air at LTN in July 1981 (earlier colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/pslg05896/19827543534
F-BIUK with Uni-Air at DUS in May 1985 (no titles):
www.airhistory.net/photo/447494/F-BIUK
F-BIUK with Uni-Air at CWL in February 1986 (with Uni-Air titles/logo):
www.flickr.com/photos/iangpics/1437869804
F-BIUK with Uni-Air at GVA in May 1988 (later colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/134062278@N02/41969784314
F-BIUK with Líneas Ecuatoguineanas de Aviación (EGA) at LBG in May 1998:
www.flickr.com/photos/133813370@N04/53485020879
Scan from Kodachrome slide (on Kodak Photo CD).