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The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
Hamlet, Act I, scene v.
Macromondays theme As long as it ticks
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Grab My!! Joint & Blunt
Chris Two has done it again! Amazing animated product!
Many options to pick from when you decide to light one up.
Blunt - On Hand or On Mouth
Joint - On Hand or On Mouth
Cannabox Joint or Blunt
Lighter
Comes with hud to turn smoke on or off, Share on or off and joint position.
You can resize it, tell it how fast you want the animation and
OMG even change it colors!!
Well, the men seem to be having a bit of a chinwag whilst going about their nuptials here!! ;-)) Most definitely of no great merit technically speaking but it did make me smile! ;-))
Doug Harrop Collection • May 22, 1987
A Santa Fe C30-7 and a trio of Burlington Northern GE units pull a coal empty north on the Joint Line at Greenland, Colorado.
Blues and BBQ joint in Ocean Springs MS~ :
Down by the Mississippi you'll find a sizable "shed" that houses a loyal community of barbecue lovers and LIVE BLUES music. The house specialty is babyback ribs, which Guy calls "as tender as you can get." They also serve up some righteous chicken "wangs" and brisket in massive quantities.
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With the ex-Santa Fe southbound main shut down for bridge work, BNSF L-PWR076, the Pikes Peak Local, was routed onto the ex-Rio Grande northbound main on its return trip from Kelker seen here taking the crossover at North Bragdon to get back on BNSF rails. It was not only a rare opportunity to shoot a well-lit southbound passing the searchlights on the ex-Rio Grande main but also a rare opportunity to shoot a rebuilt ex-CB&Q GP30 still in BN Whiteface livery on the Joint Line. Our cards could not have played out better.
A brief history of the Joint Line: the Rio Grande built this line between Denver and Pueblo in the 1870s followed by the Santa Fe in the mid-1880s. During World War I, the U.S. government forced the two railroads to operate their lines as a jointly owned double-track rail corridor, an arrangement that has lasted into the present day. A third railroad, the Denver and New Orleans (later the Colorado and Southern) built its own line between Denver and Pueblo in the mid-1880s just slightly east of here, but the C&S ultimately opted for trackage rights over the Santa Fe instead. The C&S mostly abandoned its line by the onset of World War II.
While 11,068 ft. Provo Peak looms in the nearby Wasatch, Utah Railway and Union Pacific EMDs idle in Provo, Utah on Nov. 25, 2018. Heartening to think these two carriers that shared a yard jointly when I was a young kid are still doing just that.
On my first trip to Colorado in May 1983 our group was surprised to see a southbound UP freight on the Joint Line south of Colorado Springs. We hadn't expected to see UP in these parts and guessed it was part of the changes that occurred with the December 22, 1982 UP-MP-WP merger.
Lots of burnt up slot machines in the back room of the casino. Also a safe. This is a most interesting location, besides the burned out casino there are about 12-15 houses, two motels, a restaurant, truck repair garage and lots of sheds and smaller buildings. On US6 at Montgomery Pass. A real ghost town with a US Highway running right through it.
Located on US Highway 6, "the loneliest road" in Mineral County, Nevada. This is part of the series of the loneliest tourist attractions on US6. Not all are abandoned joints.
As the name implies, the Colorado Joint Line is shared by both BNSF and Union Pacific, at least in theory. In practice, BNSF operates the vast majority of the train traffic as the route falls in the middle of a major north-south corridor for them. UP traffic is much more sparse, and most of it cuts off at Pueblo. In several days along the line, this southbound empty wind turbine train was the only UP movement that we shot, save for the Colorado Springs local. This train will re-load with windmill turbines in Pueblo, a relatively new traffic source in what's otherwise a bedridden steel town.
I randomly picked some dolls that were wearing hats at the moment and asked my husband for this saturday night snapshot with my iPhone.
From left: Saranda, Krius, Vadim, Laius and Looloo! :p
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Diptych of Libeskind-architecture ...
a heaven like of a Magritte painting ...
when nature touches art or art touches nature ...
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64-14848 RC-135V 55th WG Offut afb [Nebraska] USAF, lining up on Rwy 29 to depart Mildenhall as Olive 56.
Having just cleaned up the undercarriage and climbing out from the 23 end of the main at RAF Lossiemouth to undertake a mission during Ex Joint Warrior 16/2 is this Canadian Lockheed CP140 Aurora maritime aircraft
Ball jointed doll "Luna" made by me. She left my home for her new family in Australia. She is absolutely unique and I adore this bunny doll.
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A westbound New York to Raritan local makes its way through Bound Brook, NJ on NJ Transit's Raritan Valley Line.
NJT 5127 & Bound Brook, NJ
NJTR ALP-45DP 4516
For my friend NatuurfotoRien/Rien in Holland, who loves corvids.
I had this odd notion that when I retire I would carve a totem pole, and so over the years, I learned more and more about northwest coast art, culture, and carving. One of the pieces I studied was this - a huge cedar sculpture carved by the great sculptor, Bill Reid, to whom the telling of this ancient story is credited.
Bill Reid was a Haida indian (Haida is their word for “human”). The Haida tribe lives in the Queen Charlotte Islands off the coast of northern Canada (below Alaska), in a special place they call Haida Gwaii. Bill is widely credited for reviving the arts of the northwest coast - he was an amazing sculptor. I am disappointed I will never meet him.
The northwest coast tribes have many gods - all animals. Raven is the Haida equivalent of “fox”. Tricky, playful, smart, inquisitive - these are all qualities of Raven, whose play and trickery created the stars in the sky, the sun, the ocean and man.
The man-size (literally) sculpture is inside the University of British Columbia museum in Vancouver, Canada. When it was installed, Bill had the children of Haida Gwaii come to the installation - each with bottles of sand from the beach at Haida Gwaii, so Raven, could be installed in his native soil.
Here is his telling of their genesis myth - one of the most sacred stories in Haida culture:
The Story of the Raven Creating Man by Bill Reid
The great flood which had covered the earth for so long had receded, and even the thin strip of sand now called Rose Spit, stretching north from Naikun village lay dry. The Raven had flown there to gorge himself on the delicacies left by the receding water, so for once he wasn't hungry. But his other appetites - lust, curiosity and the unquenchable itch to meddle and provoke things, to play tricks on the world and its creatures - these remained unsatisfied.
He had recently stolen the light from the old man who kept it hidden in a box in his house in the middle of the darkness, and had scattered it throughout the sky. The new light spattered the night with stars and waxed and wane in the shape of the moon. And it dazzled the day with a single bright shining which lit up the long beach that curved from the spit beneath Raven's feet westward as far as Tao Hill. Pretty as it was, it looked lifeless and so to the Raven quite boring. He gave a great sigh, crossed his wings behind his back and walked along the sand, his shiny head cocked, his sharp eyes and ears alert for any unusual sight or sound. Then taking to the air, he called petulantly out to the empty sky. To his delight, he heard an answering cry - or to describe it more closely, a muffled squeak.
At first he saw nothing, but as he scanned the beach again, a white flash caught his eye, and when he landed he found at his feet, buried in the sand, a gigantic clamshell. When he looked more closely still, he saw that the shell was full of little creatures cowering in terror of his enormous shadow.
Well, here was something to break the monotony of his day. But nothing was going to happen as long as the tiny things stayed in the shell, and they certainly weren't coming out in their present terrified state. So the Raven leaned his great head close to the shell, and with the smooth trickster's tongue that had got him into and out of so many misadventures during his troubled and troublesome existence, he coaxed and cajoled and coerced the little creatures to come out and play in his wonderful, shiny new world. As you know the Raven speaks in two voices, one harsh and strident, and the other, which he used now, a seductive bell-like croon which seems to come from the depths of the sea, or out of the cave where the winds are born. It is an irresistible sound, one of the loveliest sounds in the world. So it wasn't long before one and then another of the little shell-dwellers timidly emerged. Some of them immediately scurried back when they saw the immensity of the sea and the sky, and the overwhelming blackness of the Raven. But eventually curiosity overcame caution and all of them had crept or scrambled out. Very strange creatures they were: two-legged like the Raven, but there the resemblance ended. They had no glossy feathers, no thrusting beak. Their skin was pale, and they were naked except for the long black hair on their round, flat-featured heads. Instead of strong wings, they had thin stick-like appendages that waved, and fluttered constantly. They were the original Haidas, the first humans.
For a long time the Raven amused himself with his new playthings, watching them as they explored their much expanded-world. Sometimes they helped one another in their new discoveries. Just as often, they squabbled over some novelty they found on the beach. And the Raven taught them some clever tricks, at which they proved remarkably adept. But the Raven's attention span was brief, and he grew tired of his small companions. For one thing, they were all males. He had looked up and down the beach for female creatures, hoping to make the game more interesting, but females were nowhere to be found. He was about to shove the now tired, demanding and quite annoying little creatures back into their shell and forget about them when suddenly - as happens so often with the Raven - he had an idea.
He picked up the men, and in spite of their struggles and cries of fright he put them on his broad back, where they hid themselves among his feathers. Then the Raven spread his wings and flew to North Island. the tide was low, and the rocks, as he had expected, were covered with those large but soft-lipped molluscs known as red chitons. The Raven shook himself gently, and the men slid down his back to the sand. The he flew to the rock and with his strong beak pried a chiton from its surface.
Now, if any of you have ever examined the underside of a chiton, you may begin to understand what the Raven had in his libidinous, devious mind. He threw back his head and flung the chiton at the nearest of the men. His aim was as unerring as only a great magician's can be, and the chiton found its mark in the delicate groin of the startled, shell-born creature. There the chiton attached itself firmly. Then as sudden as spray hitting the rocks from a breaking wave, a shower of chitons broke over the wide-eyed humans, as each of the open-mouthed shellfish flew inexorably to its target.
Nothing quite like this had ever happened to the men. They had never dreamed of such a thing during their long stay in the clamshell. They were astounded, embarrassed, confused by a rush of new emotions and sensations. They shuffled and squirmed, uncertain whether it was pleasure or pain they were experiencing. They threw themselves down on the beach, where a great storm seemed to break over them, followed just as suddenly by a profound calm. One by one the chitons dropped off. The men staggered to their feet and headed slowly down the beach, followed by the raucous laughter of the Raven, echoing all the way to the great island to the north which we now call Prince of Wales.
That first troop of male humans soon disappeared behind the nearest headland, passing out of the games of the Raven and the story of humankind. Whether they found their way back to the shell, or lived out their lives elsewhere, or perished in the strange environment in which they found themselves, nobody remembers, and perhaps nobody cares. They had played their roles and gone their way.
Meanwhile the chitons had made their way back to the rock, where they attached themselves as before. But they too had been changed. As high tide followed low and the great storms of winter gave way to the softer rains and warm sun of spring, the chitons grew and grew, many times larger than their kind had ever been before. Their jointed shells seemed about to fly apart from the enormous pressure within them. And one day a huge wave swept over the rock, tore them from their footholds and carried them back to the beach. As the water receded and the warm sun dried the sand, a great stirring began among the chitons. From each emerged a brown skinned, black-haired human. This time there were both males and females among them, and the Raven could begin his greatest game: the one that still goes on.
They were no timid shell-dwellers these, but children of the wild coast, born between the sea and land, challenging the strength of the stormy North Pacific and wresting from it rich livelihood. Their descendants built on its beaches the strong, beautiful homes of the Haidas and embellished them with the powerful heraldic carvings that told of the legendary beginnings of great families, all the heros and heroines and the gallant beasts and monsters who shaped their world and their destinies. For many generations they grew and flourished, built and created, fought and destroyed, living according to the changing seasons and the unchanging rituals of their rich and complex lives.
It's nearly over now. Most of the villages are abandoned, and those which have not entirely vanished lie in ruins. The people who remain are changed. The sea has lost much of its richness, and great areas of land itself lie in waste. Perhaps it's time the Raven started looking for another clamshell.
A train of almost entirely JB Hunt containers winds its way through the new alignment at Spruce on an overcast October day.
Ex MOD Army penknife manufactured in 1954. This has been my only penknife, which I received at the age of 12. Never being a boy scout it's not been kept in my pocket, it's always resided in a draw ready and waiting to remove a bottle top or cut a piece of string. "Knife"... "Looking close on Friday"...
Here you can see how early car manufacturers used lead (instead of Bondo) to fill in roof joints. Notice how sanding (file) marks are still present in the lead. More importantly, just how thick the early paint jobs had to be to cover these scratches up.
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Konica T4
40mm f1.8
Fuji 4791 duplicating film.
POTA developer, 12 Minutes.
BNSF 5663 leads a northbound coal empty through the Greenland Open Space in Greenland, CO.
This was the second of three northbounds that rolled by in a span of 20 minutes. Sometimes the Joint Line can be maddeningly dead and at other times, it's a churning machine.
Normally you'd see Pikes Peak in the background here, but a low cloud deck had socked itself in on the south side of the Palmer Divide.
Truth in advertising: A white pipe was 'shopped out in the foreground...