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Here's a Canadian National M338 train on the CN Freeport Subdivision at Burlington, IL, heading eastbound to Chicago and eventually to Gary, IN. He's about to knock down the ABS block signal as it passes by the old train depot, now used as a township office.
Note the engine lettering under the cab window: NS. It's a SD90MAC that Norfolk Southern purchased from Union Pacific (and after NS got it, they only patched the words "Union Pacific" in matching yellow paint, but not their logo "We Will Deliver", clearly seen here), and then gave it to the CN to satisfy/burn off horsepower hours.
Thus, we see 4 railroads represented here: CN, NS with the lead engine, but in the original UP paint scheme, and the Illinois Central block signal.
Weather at the time of this photograph: +1 degree Fahrenheit, wind chill -15 degrees.
So I finally painted my Lusis blank face plate always been planned to be the alternate face for Feli (Unoa Akubi face), so I started doing a similar face up using same colors and a bit of freckles as I did on Feli... AND... again... the doll said "NO" - doesn't wants to be the neko girl. Doesnt suits her! ;)
What am I going to do? I only have one Unoa body and not planning buying /having anymore msds. LOL I would have done totally different face up if I didn't have Feli in mind!
So, here she is - Feli with no cattitude, still undefined ;]
El Zorro currently have two grain rakes operating in NSW for AWB Grainflow. Pictured here is train 4557N (Carrington to Narrabri empty grain) behind a variety of different liveried motive power.
G533, despite no longer being owned by SCT, still retains the SCT colour scheme (with the SCT logos replaced by El Zorro logos).
VL352 is a CFCL Australia owned locomotive, on lease to El Zorro for standard gauge use.
45s1 is owned by the Greentrains division of Engenco Limited. 45s1 was recently reactivated after a lengthy overhaul, being a former Silverton unit. It retained the Silverton colours, with all of the logos being painted over during the overhaul.
48s36 and 48s34 are also owned by Greentrains, and are also former Silverton units. Both of these locomotives however, still wear the eye-catching Silverton paint scheme.
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Nameless Class 60 60059 sits at the south end of Toton TMD on 25th August 2024. The locomotive has also had its branding removed hinting at the likelihood the loco has been sold. 60079 sitting behind appears to have recently lost its nose end DB logo too
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📷 | Kalavrita :: rumoto images # 1229
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Spent a few days in the north-east, this week. The morning of Day 1 was a complete bust (as was the morning of Day 2, as it turned out) due to equipment malfunction at Woodhorn.
Minimal salvaging, of sorts, was attained with this effort of 60047 at Ashington, heading the 14.02 Lynemouth - Tyne Dock.
I'd've preferred one in the proper livery.
I forgot I made this one !
Basically, I remember a lot of people saying that my images of Farleton Knott looked like Hadrian's Wall, or at least how they imagine those ruins to be. So I made this image … but then forgot about it! lol
See, nothing like that great wall up north! ;o) Thanks for viewing.
Stationary identity fro Production Company
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We developed a basic identity program, designing the full pack of brand identity language elements to apply them into the whole brand system supports.
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The identity consists in seven stationary pieces and the brand guidelines development.More work is coming.-
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Brand - Identity - Brand language - Art direction
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Wuppertal-Elberfeld, Hofaue 49. Mural IDENTITY, geschaffen vom argentinischen StreetArt-Duo MEDIANERA. Die Künstler sind in Barcelona ansässig.
Das Werk entstand als Projekt der Initiative "Urbaner Kunstraum Wuppertal (UKW)".
identity for Pirouette, a ballet company. leotard comes with size tag, identity price tag, and extra purse to store loose jewelry during ballet practice and performances.
Wild South Africa
Kruger National Park
Fresh from the nest. Juvenile Little Bee-eater carrying all the colours of the rainbow.
It's the whole superman's secret identity thing. That shirt is from my friends campaign who's running for secretary and superman was just her theme. And yeah those are my holy readers, although did i mention how horrible they look on me. :\ But i did get them pretty cheap of ebay.
The Saturday Challenge for 16th October is ‘transparent things’. I was spoilt for choice this week, which was actually something of a drawback because no one item stood out from all the rest, and I was late in making a decision and even later in getting round to taking it. But no matter, I finally settled on this perfume atomiser (or is it a plant sprayer for the orchids on the bathroom window sill? Could be either, really!) which you can’t deny is transparent!
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WEEK 7 – Hdo Kroger Marketplace, Set III
One more pan around a little further, and we land on the cheese shop, which is directly across from the deli. Something I find interesting here is that this is literally just a “cheese shop” – not a Murray’s cheese counter, as can be found in many Krogers including the Germantown and Oxford stores (among others). Besides the fact that this is a Marketplace and I would assume a Murray’s would have been a shoo-in here based on that alone… Kroger also outright owns Murray’s now, so there’s really no telling why one of those was not put into the store here in Hernando :/
Although we’re getting ever closer to the front of the store now, there’s still plenty more to see, so stick around for that in two weeks! And until then, next week – one last spin at Spin Street…
(c) 2018 Retail Retell
These places are public so these photos are too, but just as I tell where they came from, I'd appreciate if you'd say who :)
45699 Galatea now running as 45627 Sierra Leone after running as Alberta enters the loop at Hellifield for water with a Dalesman excursion for Carlisle
In the 25th century, the Justice League's history- their origins, their identities, are all an open book, and they're all linked by one thing. Tragedy. It's inescapable. There is no life without loss. No progress without pain. Barry Allen lost his mother when he was a boy. Bruce Wayne lost his parents. J'onn Jonzz was the last son of Mars. And in my time, they are heroes. They are better because of it. They know what they have to sacrifice to win, to be greater.
...I know tragedy too. I lost *my* mother when I was eight, my father was gunned down by police. I lost my marriage, my mentor, my ability to walk, to tragedy. It's what brought me to the Reverse-Flash, and it's what finally gave me a new purpose.
My name is Hunter Zolomon, and for years I was best friends with Wally West. Ever since I met him, I wanted nothing more than to be his teacher, to show him that tragedy is not something to be avoided, it is *necessary.* Time and time again, he rejected my gift. He didn't understand that you can't save the world with a smile on your face. You can't save the world without dirtying your hands. Some consider him a lost cause, that he can't be helped, and that? That hurts me more than anything.
===Arkham Asylum===
Since the inmates were transferred to Arkham City the year before, the Asylum had been quiet. Peaceful, one might even say. No more desperate screaming through padded cells. No more deranged cackling from the basement.
As far as most people knew, it had been abandoned. The acting mayor even had plans to demolish it come spring.
But it wasn't abandoned.
The low trundle of a wheelchair squeaked against the wet ground. A greyish hand grasped the wheel, and propelled himself forward. The last of Arkham's patients. He'd been told he wouldn't survive the trip to Slabside. That his body was too broken. And so they sent him here, discarded him like a broken toy. He looked down to the grounds below- Maybe... Yes, from this height, the fall would kill him, he thought.
And yet, he'd thought the same thing last time, during the quake, and all that had left him with was a broken body. Jonathan Crane sat there, in silence, the faint outline of his city just visible through the trees- Wayne Enterprise's latest steel monstrosity towered above the rest, as though it were mocking him...
"Ooga Wooga Booga!"
Crane turned his head slowly, unimpressed. "I knew you'd come, sooner or later. Don't presume that your little... jaunts across the island have gone unnoticed."
Knelt beside him, dressed in a bright purple suit and grinning like a hyena, was The Joker. "It's true!" he giggled. "You can't be spooked!"
Crane's tone shifted as he whispered bitterly. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Sure, you do... That's all you ever did. Lecture on top of lecture, speech on top of speech. Sure, *occasionally* you'd unleash some horrible doomsday weapon, create a new virus, but if there's one thing you loved more than fear, it was the sound of your voice when you talked about it."
"Eno-" Crane begins, but Joker's already raising a finger to silence him.
"Heh... It's funny, Straw Man," he smiles, rising to his feet, his hands on the wheelchair. "One push and... game over. "
"Joker, enough! I won't play your game."
"But it's fu-un," he sings, as he trundles the chair closer to the edge.
"In case you've forgotten, *I* can't be scared, so these cheap theatrics of yours are meaningless"
"No, but you *can* be killed," Joker continues, rocking the chair back and forth. Back and forth.
"I would welcome it!" Scarecrow hisses back.
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"Now isn't that interesting..." Joker chuckles, his hands sliding off the handlebars.
"Let me tell you a secret Jonathan," he whispers. "There's a reason why they dumped you out here. A reason why they'd rather drop you here, than roll you out to Slabside with the big boys. They're not scared anymore. Why would they be... most evil lairs don't have disabled access after all! But I have a solution, a nasty, vile, undoubtedly bloody solution, and for that... I need your latest plague."
Crane paused. "Then, I suggest you check the bottom of the Gotham river. *Kite-Man* destroyed my factory."
"Please, don't lie, not after all we've been through- The good times! Drury's trial, the Cloudburst, others, that ellude me..."
Crane's ear's pricked up. "What do you want with that... idiot?" he asked, a note of disgust in his voice.
"Play nice, and I'll tell you... Hell, maybe I'll keep you around. Heh. You might even enjoy yourself," Joker laughs, as he pats Crane on the back, and lifts his cane up off from the ground.
"Joker, wait," Crane called out. "There's a rumour, that the pup has her father back..."
Joker smiles.
"So it's true?" Crane sighed. "There used to be a saying, do you remember? "Only the good villains come back." Though, I suppose that once Ted Carson was resurrected, that all went out the window."
"Heh. Rumours... Nasty, those. I think I killed him, you know. Maybe. Bullet to the skull really ought to have done it, but, heh, this is Gotham."
Crane nods. "Rumours, yes. I *may* have heard that the snowman took two gallons of my toxin..."
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"Johnny, I love you, but you have to be more specific. Do you mean Freeze, or the literal hairy, yeti Kelsey Grammar bloke?"
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"Yes, I meant Freeze."
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It's 1991. I come home to find my parents dead. My father, gunned down by police. My mother, his final victim.
2003. The Flash, Barry Allen, encounters his first villain: Leonard Snart- Captain Cold, a self titled rogue armed with a cold gun. My fascination with these... Rogues is piqued.
2004. During my first year of college, I fall in love with my classmate, Ashley. I strike up a friendship with her father, the criminology professor at our school.
It's 2008. My wedding day. Ashley's father is my best man.
2010. Her father- in many ways *our* father, lies dead in my arms, a victim of my error. Ashley files for divorce.
2012. I come to Keystone City for a fresh start. Becoming the "Rogues Profiler" for KCPD, I meet a young man called Wally West. The Flash.
2013. A riot at Iron Heights renders me paralysed. In desperation, I turn to Wally, urging him to travel back in time, and fix my life. He refuses. In an attempt to use the treadmill myself, it explodes, effectively knocking me out of the timestream. I become Zoom. My new mission, to help the Flash, no matter the cost.
"The Flashes, are not worth your time Hunter."
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Now, it is 2018, Louisiana. "They're nothing but selfish, cruel, vain individuals, not worthy of your... kindness." Beside me, Thawne tinkers with a machine. In a few hours, Lex Luthor will give the order, and the Secret Society will activate our Fear Gas Bomb in the heart of Gotham. Of the thousands affected, one in two will emerge stronger, their demons conquered.
"Idisagreeeeeeeee. You've spentyour eeeeeeentire life making BarryAllenbetter, JokerandBatman, Sineeeeestro- Haaaaal Jordan, BlckMnta- Aquaman. You aaaaall makeheroes strong."
"That's where you're wrong, Hunter. I don't want to *help* Barry Allen, I want to destroy him. Take apart all that he has. All that he *is*. You've seen my files. Do you really think Manta fights Aquaman to make him better?! Heh. Black Manta is a sociopathic maniac with an inane case of daddy issues. However, he does make an excellent tuna sandwich. He doesn't know I steal them."
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Two years earlier, I am visited by an older Thawne. He's dying. Having just escaped an alternate timeline, the energy it took has dampened his speed. His one hope is a "Get out of Hell Free card." In the year that follows, Thawne recruits Drury Walker to infiltrate the Suicide Squad and find him that card. I'm not sure why he chose *him.* Thawne said it was a cruel irony of sorts, brought about by his time in this other timeline. Mothpoint. He uses the opportunity to punish Walker for his failings, and to tie up loose ends, by murdering the Van Cleer boy. His son. Moments later, the Signal Man issues a city wide blackout, wanting the card for himself. In the ensuing chaos, Thawne succumbs to his wounds, killed by the boy's stepmother.
Walker's grief, and role in Cobb's defeat inspires him to become more than a simple criminal. He runs for Mayor. A year later, the boy is resurrected. The tragedy, was undone. The lessons Walker learned? Unlearned.
2018. While Bane works to reshape the Society, Thawne is set on the path that will lead to his death. A confrontation with the Ratcatcher and the KGBeast ends with him retreating into the speedforce, as time changes around him. He's dumped in December, 2018. A new world, and is forced to work with Walker's boy. His disobedience and compassion makes him an unreliable ally. He plans to murder him once the timeline is restored.
2019. Thawne visits Bane one final time. I, am sent to deal with a rival Society spearheaded by Lex Luthor. The key, is the Riddler's journal.
The Joker destroys it before I can learn what he might have planned. The Society is satisfied.
2020. During an assault on the League of Assassins, Bane, Calculator, Sinestro and Zod are all apprehended. Kuttler's testimony grants him freedom. Though Faust, Ocean Master and Black Adam remain, each go their separate ways. The Society is finished. Intent on confronting the Joker, I travel to Gotham City. Instead, he imparts on me a new mission.
=Drury's Apartment, Keystone=
"Drury- Drury!" Wally called out. "Axel's been spotted with the Rogues, and I just- Drury?"
"Wah-Wah-Wah-Wah-Wah" a voice answered back, mockingly. Sat in the living room, draped in a tartan blanket, and a glass of scotch in his hand, was Drury Walker. Opposite him, playing Cooking Mama on the TV, was The Suit.
Wally sighed. "C-C'mon, man, that's just childish."
"Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-Muh."
Wally edged into the room, and knelt beside Drury. "You don't want your kid in Iron Heights. I get it... I don't either! But he keeps going out with the Rogues, that's what's going to happen."
Drury took another sip of scotch. "Let him have his fun. He hasn't had *his* hopes and dreams stabbed yet.
Wally bowed his head. "Look, I'm not thrilled with this arrangement either. But we could at least try to get along, right? How about a pizza? Would you like a pizza."
"Gotham's are better."
"I can go to Gotham. Fastest man alive and all that."
"Lucky!" Drury called back sarcastically.
"Right. It's been a pleasure. Suit," he nodded, the empty costume putting the controller on the table and waving goodbye. The door slamming behind him, Drury rushed to the window. "Thank god he's gone," he smiled, and ripped his dressing gown off to reveal the costume underneath. "Now, where were we?"
He flipped the tablecloth over, unveiling a map of the prison on the other side.
"We really need to re-evaluate your artistic merits..." Drury murmured, as Suit rolled in a large mirror, and handed Walker a silver blaster.
"McCulloch this mirror gun better fucking work," Drury mused, as he pointed it at the mirror, and fired a white beam of light. The mirror now a dazzling portal, Drury winks back, and enters through the looking glass.
This photo concept means a lot to me... Definitely one of the more "personal" works I've done in a while. Inspired by a lot of craziness that happened with me over the past year.
Still not entirely sure how I feel about how it turned out, I think I'm happy with it though. I've never really done anything like this before. But hey might as well try new things out!
Random side-note: I just started photo school back up on Monday... So happy to be back with everybody :) Although it's kind of odd knowing that this is my last year in school!
*Oh, another random thing... I need a song, you guys should put down some of your favorites in the comments, it would be MUCH appreciated! Thanks :)*
View it large and on white here.