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Hilton level crossing across Egginton Road between Hilton and Egginton. 11:46, Friday 6th May 1988
(1/125, F8/11)
Hilton Crossing Ground Frame is a Torton Nomad portable building located by the Down Stoke line equipped with a 1 lever London & North Western Railway SK80 frame and an individual function switch which was opened as a non block post by British Railways on 20th November 1977, replacing a mid 1930s London & North Western Railway hut located on the opposite side of the level crossing. The lever was moved from the outside the previous hut and is electrically released by Egginton Junction signal box. The individual function switch controls emergency replacement switch for Egginton Junction signal box 10 and 12 signals
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Mallow to Tralee Railway Line - MP Killarney Junction 46 3/4.
Level Crossing (XT121) in Ballybrack Station, Kerry 4th April 2013.
Level corssing on Geoff William's model of Aylesbury, now in the care of the Princess Risborough model railway club.
in this view you can see the two levels of the layout, I hope to have track on the roadbed on the lower level in time for this weekends open house
My first plot of Endor ground - mere 6 baseplates. Building a realistic forest plates requires crazy numbers of green elements, but also lots and lots of 'filling' - bricks of insignificant color or shape. I never expected I would find a good use for kilograms of dirt-cheap, dirty and scratched second-hand bricks I had bought couple of years ago :) . But guess what - now I need more.
4M34 04.26 Coatbridge - Daventry liner hauled by DRS Class 66 Co-Co no. 66412.
9th March 2010
Shot with the little FinePix E550
Desert View Watchtower Level 2 murals before the start of conservation work, July 23, 2015. NPS Photo by Michael Quinn
Grand Canyon National Park is working with area tribes and art experts to restore the Fred Kabotie murals and the rock art images, painted by Fred Geary, which have been damaged by water. The first phase of the project is being funded through a grant from American Express obtained by Grand Canyon Association.This grant will help with the evaluation, documentation and testing process that is a critical component of all historic preservation projects. The park intends to preserve the murals while remaining true to Mary Colter’s design. Over the next year, a conservation specialist will analyze and restore the murals with the help of students participating in an intern training program.
On January 1, 2015, the Watchtower was purchased from the concessionaire managing it and designated a National Park Service building. NPS plans to return the Watchtower to its intended purpose, as a tribute to the Native American tribes who have cultural ties to Grand Canyon. The park is moving forward with plans to restore the tower to reflect Mary Colter’s original vision for the building.Visitors first enter through the large, open Kiva Room. Until recently, this room was filled to capacity with a large gift shop. The gift shop has since been removed from the rotunda and reduced to a much smaller footprint. The new Grand Canyon Association Park Store fits into the original space Colter envisioned for a gift shop: a corner off to the side of the rotunda. All the proceeds support the park.
Originally the Watchtower was designed as a space where visitors could see Native American craft demonstrations by weavers and basket makers. The park will bring Native American artists back into the space to share tribal traditions, dances, songs, skills, art and oral histories with the public. The park is also considering turning the old Desert View visitor center into a Native American cultural center.The transformation of the Watchtower back to its original intent is already proving to be a dramatic experience for visitors and park staff.
1st December 2014 - OECD High-Level Policy Forum on Migration 2014. Family photo. OECD, Paris, France.
For more information, visit: www.oecd.org/migration-forum/
Photo: OECD/Julien Daniel
Top Hills ~ Situated 2,000 feet above sea level on the cool hills of Busay, it is an excellent sight seeing spot which offers breathtaking views of Metro Cebu and the islands of Mactan and Olango. Open kiosks are available for daytime picnics at the summit of this viewpoint. The City of Cebu is the capital city of Cebu and is the second city in the Philippines with the second most significant metropolitan centre and known as the oldest Spanish settlement in the country. The city is located on the eastern shore of Cebu and was the first Spanish settlement in the Philippines. Cebu is the Philippines' main domestic shipping port and is home to about 80% of the country's domestic shipping companies. Cebu also holds the second largest international flights in the Philippines and is a significant centre of commerce, trade and industry in the Visayas and Mindanao regions. Cebu City is the centre of a metropolitan area called Metro Cebu, which includes the cities of Carcar, Danao, Lapu-lapu, Mandaue, Naga, Talisay. Metro Cebu has a total population of about two million people. The Mactan-Cebu International Airport, located in Lapu-Lapu City is only a 20 minute drive away from Cebu City. To the northeast of the city is Mandaue City and the town of Consolacion, to the west is Toledo City, the towns of Balamban and Asturias, to the south is Talisay City and the town of Minglanilla. Across Mactan Strait to the east is Mactan Island where Lapu-Lapu City and an aquarium attraction are located.
The Cebu Provincial Capitol is dramatically positioned at the end of a grand perspective of a new avenue ( Osmeña Boulevard ) as conceived by William E. Parsons in his 1912 plan of Cebu, in the lines of the City Beautiful Movement. The building follows an H-shaped plan, one side opening to the terminus of Osmeña Boulevard. The main block or corps de logis, three stories high, is flanked by two secondary wings, symmetrically advancing to embrace a rectangular, elevated cour d'honneur that serves as an entrance podium. The elevation of the corps de logis is of typical neoclassical formula: a rusticated ground floor, containing minor rooms and offices, the piano nobile above, with the most important spaces, and finally the attic story. A heavy cornice and parapet caps the façade, with allegorical statues standing by its corners. The most distinctive part of the façade is the central concave pavilion, which creates the semi-circular main balcony and pulls together the entire mass, finally crowned by an austere dome upon an octagonal drum.
The piano nobile is reached by two staircases from the ground floor foyer. The first space, the art deco rotunda below the cupola, opens to the south the main balcony that faces Osmeña Boulevard, and to its north the ballroom (social hall). Two-stories high with full-length windows, the ballroom, also in art deco style, is reminiscent of a fairytale setting. Two enormous chandeliers fashioned in crystal and local capiz shells ( placuna placenta ) light the grand space
Cebu City is a significant cultural centre in the Philippines. The imprint of Spanish and Roman Catholic culture is evident. The city's most famous landmark is Magellan's Cross. A few steps away from the Magellan's Cross is the Basilica Minore del Santo Nino (Church of the Holy Child). This is a Augustinian church elevated to the rank of Basilica in 1965 during the 400th year celebrations of Christianity in the Philippines, held in Cebu. The church, which was the first to be established in the islands, is built of hewn stone and features the country's oldest relic, the figure of the Santo Niño de Cebú ( Holy Child of Cebu ). This religious event is celebrated during the island's cultural festivities known as the Sinulog festival. Held every third Sunday of January, it celebrates the festival of the Santo Nino, who was formerly considered to be the patron saint of Cebu. (This patronage was later changed to that of Our Lady of Guadalupe after it was realised that the St. Niño could not be a patron saint because he was an image of the Christ and not a saint.) The Sinulog is a dance ritual of pre-Hispanic indigenous origin. The dancer moves two steps forward and one step backward to the rhythmic sound of drums. This movement resembles somewhat the current (sulog) of the river. Thus, the Cebuanos called it Sinulog.
When the Spaniards arrived in Cebu, the Italian chronicler, Antonio Pigafetta, sailing under convoy with the Magellan expedition, offered a baptismal gift to Hara Amihan, wife of Rajah Humabon. She was later named Juana, the figure of the Santo Nino. The natives also honoured the Santo Niño de Cebu in their indigenous Sinulog ritual[citation needed]. The Sinulog ritual was preserved but limited to honouring the Santo Nino. Once the Santo Niño church was built in the 16th century, the Christian Malay people started performing the Sinulog ritual in front of the church, the devotees offering candles and indigenous dancers shouting ~ Viva Pit Senor!
Magellan's Cross is a Christian cross planted by Portuguese, and Spanish explorers as ordered by Ferdinand Magellan on arriving in Cebu in the Philippines around April 14 or 21, 1521. This cross is housed in a chapel next to the Basilica Minore del Santo Niño on Magallanes Street ( Magallanes being the Spanish name of Magellan ), just in front of the city centre of Cebu City. A sign below the cross describes the original cross is encased inside the wooden cross that is found in the centre of the chapel. This is to protect the original cross from people who chipped away parts of the cross for souvenir purposes or in the belief that the cross possesses miraculous powers. Some people, however, believe that the original cross had been destroyed or had disappeared after Magellan's death, and the cross is a replica that was planted there by the Spaniards after they successfully colonized the Philippines.
The history is that when Ferdinand Magellan first arrived in Cebu on 21 April 1521 he erected a cross in Cebu. The cross there today is not the original. Magellan's Cross is one symbol of Cebu. This chapel's image can be found in Cebu city seal. It is also seen as the symbol of Roman Catholicism in the Philippines. Magellan and his crew were the first Europeans to arrive in the Philippines. They made the first conversions to Catholicism when they converted Rajah Humabon, the local chief, his wife and hundreds of his Cebuano villagers to accept Christianity and be consequently baptized. At the same time Magellan left in Cebu the Santo Nino de Cebu [ holy child of Cebu ] a doll figure made in Europe in the 16th Century representing Jesus Christ as a child. This doll was rediscovered some 45 years later the return to Cebu of Miguel Lopez de Legazpi who came back to Cebu on the order of King Phillip of Spain to make Cebu the first centre of the new Spanish Colony in Asia, called Las Islas Filipinas. This doll also plays an important function in the religious life of millions of people as explained here.
An enjoyable day on the undergrad sea level field trip. Somehow I ended up with a dog at one point - this is proof it didn't eat me!
Sorry Tasha, this had to beat the Extra Tuffs photo!
I’ve been wanting to take a city break in summer, rather than in the cold months for a while, so rather than heading for the Lake District for a week of toil on the fells when Jayne could get a week off, we took off from Liverpool for Paris. Flight times were nice and sociable but it meant we were on the M62 car park at a busy time in both directions – it’s a shambles! I’ve stopped over in Paris a dozen times – on my way to cycling in the Etape du Tour in the Alps or Pyrenees – and had a few nights out there. Come to think about it and we’ve spent the day on the Champs Elysees watching the final day of the Tour de France with Mark Cavendish winning. We hadn’t been for a holiday there though and it was a bit of a spur of the moment decision. Six nights gave us five and a half days to explore Paris on foot. I had a good selection of (heavy) kit with me, not wanting to make the usual mistake of leaving something behind and regretting it. In the end I carried the kit in my backpack – an ordinary rucksack – to keep the weight down, for 103 miles, all recorded on the cycling Garmin – and took 3500 photos. The little Garmin is light and will do about 15 hours, it expired towards the end of a couple of 16 hour days but I had the info I wanted by then. This also keeps the phone battery free for research and route finding – I managed to flatten that once though.
What can I say – Paris was fantastic! The weather varied from OK to fantastic, windy for a few days, the dreaded grey white dullness for a while but I couldn’t complain really. We were out around 8.30 in shorts and tee shirt, which I would swap for a vest when it warmed up, hitting 30 degrees at times, we stayed out until around midnight most nights. It was a pretty full on trip. The security at some destinations could have been a problem as there is a bag size limit to save room in the lifts etc. I found the French to be very pragmatic about it, a bag search was a cursory glance, accepting that I was lugging camera gear, not bombs around, and they weren’t going to stop a paying customer from passing because his bag was a bit over size.
We didn’t have a plan, as usual we made it up as we went along, a loose itinerary for the day would always end up changing owing to discoveries along the way. Many times we would visit something a few times, weighing the crowds and light etc. up and deciding to come back later. I waited patiently to go up the Eiffel Tower, we arrived on Tuesday and finally went up on Friday evening. It was a late decision but the weather was good, the light was good and importantly I reckoned that we would get a sunset. Previous evenings the sun had just slid behind distant westerly clouds without any golden glory. It was a good choice. We went up the steps at 7.30 pm, short queue and cheaper – and just to say that we had. The steps are at an easy angle and were nowhere near as bad as expected, even with the heavy pack. We stayed up there, on a mad and busy Friday night, until 11.30, the light changed a lot and once we had stayed a couple of hours we decided to wait for the lights to come on. This was a downside to travelling at this time of year, to do any night photography we had to stay out late as it was light until 10.30. The Eiffel Tower is incredible and very well run, they are quite efficient at moving people around it from level to level. It was still buzzing at midnight with thousands of people around. The sunset on Saturday was probably better but we spent the evening around the base of the Tower, watching the light change, people watching and soaking the party atmosphere up.
Some days our first destination was five miles away, this is a lot of road junctions in a city, the roads in Paris are wide so you generally have to wait for the green man to cross. This made progress steady but when you are on holiday it doesn’t matter too much. Needless to say we walked through some dodgy places, with graffiti on anything that stays still long enough. We were ultra-cautious with our belongings having heard the pickpocket horror stories. At every Café/bar stop the bags were clipped to the table leg out of sight and never left alone. I carried the camera in my hand all day and everywhere I went, I only popped it in my bag to eat. I would guess that there were easier people to rob than us, some people were openly careless with phones and wallets.
We didn’t enter the big attractions, it was too nice to be in a museum or church and quite a few have a photography ban. These bans make me laugh, they are totally ignored by many ( Japanese particularly) people. Having travelled around the world to see something, no one is going to stop them getting their selfies. Selfies? Everywhere people pointed their cameras at their own face, walking around videoing – their self! I do like to have a few photos of us for posterity but these people are self-obsessed.
Paris has obviously got a problem with homeless (mostly) migrants. Walk a distance along the River Seine and you will find tented villages, there is a powerful smell of urine in every corner, with the no alcohol restrictions ignored, empty cans and bottles stacked around the bins as evidence. There are families, woman living on mattresses with as many as four small children, on the main boulevards. They beg by day and at midnight they are all huddled asleep on the pavement. The men in the tents seem to be selling plastic Eiffel Tower models to the tourists or bottled water – even bottles of wine. Love locks and selfy sticks were also top sellers. There must be millions of locks fastened to railings around the city, mostly brass, so removing them will be self-funding as brass is £2.20 a kilo.
As for the sights we saw, well if it was on the map we tried to walk to it. We crossed the Periphique ring road to get to the outer reaches of Paris. La Defense – the financial area with dozens of modern office blocks – was impressive, and still expanding. The Bois de Boulogne park, with the horse racing track and the Louis Vuitton Centre was part of a 20 mile loop that day. Another day saw us in the north east. We had the dome of the Sacre Couer to ourselves, with thousands of tourists wandering below us oblivious of the entrance and ticket office under the church. Again the light was fantastic for us. We read that Pere Lachaise Cemetery or Cimitiere du Pere Lachaise was one of the most visited destinations, a five mile walk but we went. It is massive, you need a map, but for me one massive tomb is much the same as another, it does have highlights but we didn’t stay long. Fortunately we were now closer to the Canal St Martin which would lead us to Parc de la Villette. This was a Sunday and everywhere was both buzzing and chilled at the same time. Where ever we went people were sat watching the world go by, socializing and picnicking, soaking the sun up. As ever I wanted to go up on the roof of anything I could as I love taking cityscapes. Most of these were expensive compared with many places we’ve been to before but up we went. The Tour Montparnasse, a single tower block with 59 floors, 690 foot high and extremely fast lifts has incredible views although it was a touch hazy on our ascent. The Arc de Triomphe was just up the road from our hotel, we went up it within hours of arriving, well worth the visit.
At the time of writing I have no idea how many images will make the cut but it will be a lot. If I have ten subtly different shots of something, I find it hard to consign nine to the dark depths of my hard drive never to be seen again – and I’m not very good at ruthless selection – so if the photo is OK it will get uploaded. My view is that it’s my photostream, I like to be able to browse my own work at my leisure at a later date, it’s more or less free and stats tell me these images will get looked at. I’m not aiming for single stunning shots, more of a comprehensive overview of an interesting place, presented to the best of my current capabilities. I am my own biggest critic, another reason for looking at my older stuff is to critique it and look to improve on previous mistakes. I do get regular requests from both individuals and organisations to use images and I’m obliging unless someone is taking the piss. I’m not bothered about work being published (with my permission) but it is reassuringly nice to be asked. The manipulation of Flickr favourites and views through adding thousands of contacts doesn’t interest me and I do sometimes question the whole point of the Flickr exercise. I do like having access to my own back catalogue though and it gives family and friends the chance to read about the trip and view the photos at their leisure so for the time being I’m sticking with it. I do have over 15 million views at the moment which is a far cry from showing a few people an album, let’s face it, there’s an oversupply of images, many of them superb but all being devalued by the sheer quantity available.
Don’t think that it was all walking and photography, we had a great break and spent plenty of time in pavement bistros having a glass of wine and people watching. I can certainly understand why Paris is top of the travellers list of destinations.
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Desert View Watchtower Level 2 murals before the start of conservation work, July 23, 2015. NPS Photo by Michael Quinn
Grand Canyon National Park is working with area tribes and art experts to restore the Fred Kabotie murals and the rock art images, painted by Fred Geary, which have been damaged by water. The first phase of the project is being funded through a grant from American Express obtained by Grand Canyon Association.This grant will help with the evaluation, documentation and testing process that is a critical component of all historic preservation projects. The park intends to preserve the murals while remaining true to Mary Colter’s design. Over the next year, a conservation specialist will analyze and restore the murals with the help of students participating in an intern training program.
On January 1, 2015, the Watchtower was purchased from the concessionaire managing it and designated a National Park Service building. NPS plans to return the Watchtower to its intended purpose, as a tribute to the Native American tribes who have cultural ties to Grand Canyon. The park is moving forward with plans to restore the tower to reflect Mary Colter’s original vision for the building.Visitors first enter through the large, open Kiva Room. Until recently, this room was filled to capacity with a large gift shop. The gift shop has since been removed from the rotunda and reduced to a much smaller footprint. The new Grand Canyon Association Park Store fits into the original space Colter envisioned for a gift shop: a corner off to the side of the rotunda. All the proceeds support the park.
Originally the Watchtower was designed as a space where visitors could see Native American craft demonstrations by weavers and basket makers. The park will bring Native American artists back into the space to share tribal traditions, dances, songs, skills, art and oral histories with the public. The park is also considering turning the old Desert View visitor center into a Native American cultural center.The transformation of the Watchtower back to its original intent is already proving to be a dramatic experience for visitors and park staff.
Bunchrew Level Crossing with automatic half barriers - converted from automatic open crossing (AOCL) to AOCL+B in August 2013.
Halkirk level crossing in 2014 after it had been upgraded to an automatic half-barrier crossing (ABCL), it was previously an automatic open crossing.
Desert View Watchtower Level 2 murals before the start of conservation work, July 23, 2015. NPS Photo by Michael Quinn
Grand Canyon National Park is working with area tribes and art experts to restore the Fred Kabotie murals and the rock art images, painted by Fred Geary, which have been damaged by water. The first phase of the project is being funded through a grant from American Express obtained by Grand Canyon Association.This grant will help with the evaluation, documentation and testing process that is a critical component of all historic preservation projects. The park intends to preserve the murals while remaining true to Mary Colter’s design. Over the next year, a conservation specialist will analyze and restore the murals with the help of students participating in an intern training program.
On January 1, 2015, the Watchtower was purchased from the concessionaire managing it and designated a National Park Service building. NPS plans to return the Watchtower to its intended purpose, as a tribute to the Native American tribes who have cultural ties to Grand Canyon. The park is moving forward with plans to restore the tower to reflect Mary Colter’s original vision for the building.Visitors first enter through the large, open Kiva Room. Until recently, this room was filled to capacity with a large gift shop. The gift shop has since been removed from the rotunda and reduced to a much smaller footprint. The new Grand Canyon Association Park Store fits into the original space Colter envisioned for a gift shop: a corner off to the side of the rotunda. All the proceeds support the park.
Originally the Watchtower was designed as a space where visitors could see Native American craft demonstrations by weavers and basket makers. The park will bring Native American artists back into the space to share tribal traditions, dances, songs, skills, art and oral histories with the public. The park is also considering turning the old Desert View visitor center into a Native American cultural center.The transformation of the Watchtower back to its original intent is already proving to be a dramatic experience for visitors and park staff.
St. Bees Station, footbridge, level crossing and signalbox on 3 July 2014. NR test train 1Q14, the 09:35 Carlisle High Wapping Sdgs to Barrow in Furness and return - powered by 37601 - awaits a path south.
Acrylic on canvas
This is a dream I have had several times in my life, but I was eight the first time I had it. Just the way I dreamt it was significant, I had it for three days in a row, not as in it repeated the same thing for three days. I fell asleep the first night (as soon as I hit the pillow, I was out which is unusual for me) and I dreamt the first part of the dream, then the second night again I fell asleep immediately, and first it replayed (really fast) the main points of the first part so that I would know it was a continuation, and then went on to the second part of the dream, and on the third night it did it again continuing where the second part had left off. Since then I have had it several times and everytime a different aspect of the dream has been enhanced, developed on. I'm going to recount the dream as well as I can in it's entirety as I have dreamt it thus far, more may follow...
I walk along with a large group of people and everyone is preoccupied with their own thoughts or groups of people. We are all on a "field trip" to an Ancient Temple and somewhere near the front is a teacher/tour guide boredly explaining the mundane facts that they have found about the temple, but where I am his/her voice is barely audible as a monotone drone, and there are hundreds of people in front, beside and behind me. Some of them are engaged in their surroundings, looking with interest at the artifacts along the walls, some are simply following the teacher/guide mindlessly without any real comprehension, others are talking among themselves in various group sizes (from 2 to 6 people). As we all walk along this incredibly wide and long tunnel with its white chalk walls and smell of memories undisturbed for centuries, I notice an opening up above slightly ahead of me and as I become level with it I easily raise myself up through the opening. No one in the crowd notices and the "crowd" me walks on while the conscious part of me explores my new surroundings. When I turn "back" (the opposite way than the crowd below me is traveling) the opening is there and yet not, I walk over it, stepping on it, but don't fall through. But I don't pause to think about that because something else has caught my eye. A few feet from me the passage ends in an alcove; in the alcove are three earthen jars. They are all simply made and undecorated, but the power/energy they radiate is strong. I walk toward them, after briefly looking at them, I reach out my right hand and lightly tap/touch each of them, first the middle, then the one to the right, and lastly the one on the left. As I touch them, each jar lights up as though they were colored glass instead of earthenware, and yet they remain the same... with the glow is a sound, a sort of hummm, simple but all encompassing-- first only the jars vibrate with sound (wish I knew note names, middle, up, down, middle, up, down...) I only touch each jar once but the pattern continues and gradually not only the jar are humming with sound, but the walls are humming (their pattern is slightly different), I turn around and realize that there is a long passage with several ancient things that each glow and hum as I pass them. This passage feels less used, but as I walk along each object adds its own unique tone to the increasingly intricate harmony. They glow purple, yellow, red, purple yellow red...humm, humm, humm... the further I walk the more beautiful and intricate the music becomes: everything, even the dust is vibrating/singing and glowing with ancient power and I add my voice. Then comes a sudden drop, the passage simple ends and the music stops as I stand at the edge looking into an enormous room. Far below me I see the miling crowd from before filling the space, it is a never-ending stream of people, as people leave, more and more enter, listen to the "guide" for a while and move on. The "guide" is standing by an altar of sorts, trying to explain what he/she doesn't understand and no one in the crowd is really listening... A rope appears, or maybe it was always there, leading from my feet to the "altar" (it is more like a fancy railing in the middle of the room, but no one walks to the far side of it) Without any clear plan I step unto the rope, which at first tips me over and I fall back into the crowd me, I don't know how many times, but finally I try again and make it all the way across. I cross to the other side of the altar and the crowd seems to fade as a new environment fills all the space on my side of the altar... It is a space within the temple but also a place all it's own; green hills surround me (but somehow the only thngs that exist are the things I can see) on the nearest hill is a large tree, it is so vividly colored that it looks almost like a cartoon. Under the tree a person is waiting for me; as I come closer she rises easily to her feet and smiles (up until this point in the dream I have been female, but at this point I am male. Throughout the rest of this particular part of the dream my gender changes frequently, and regardless of my gender my companion is the opposite gender, ie if I am female "she" is male, and vice versa. It made sense in the dream) When I reach her she turns and we walk together towards a large river which is now flowing at the foot of the hill. It is deep and wide and incredibly blue; without a word we derobe ourselves and dive into the water. We both swim upstream quickly and with relative ease until we reach a lake, the source of the water. But the source is not a spring welling up from underground, it is a large white tower, with a red roof shaped like an onion, and a spiral going up around it to a small window where all the water pours out and flows down the spiral into the lake which spills over becoming the river. We swim across the lake to the base of the tower, and here we meld into one person. Then we/I begin to swim up the spiral. It would be easier to walk, but I know/intuit that I won't understand the point at the end if I opt for the easy answer. Several times I slip and am carried back, sometimes to the base of the tower, sometimes only a short distance, finally I reach the window, but just as I enter it fades back to the temple. All of it becomes a green sphere of light laying on the alter/railing... The temple vanishes again and something else appears, this time I have to travel through my fears. Hmm, this part came later and I'm not fond of recounting it, but here goes... I wake up in a small gray stone church with a single beautiful stained glass window of a white dove carrying a red, red rose; the stained glass window is the reason I am here, the sunlight spilling through it is beautiful beyond description and I sit and gaze at it for the longest time. I am "only" a very small child, skinny and ragged from a hard life, I have traveled by foot a longer distance than I can remember just to see this window again. This stone building is my sanctuary from the world, here I need nothing and I am safe; until people start to come, lots of people, uninvited people, they enter and look at and touch everythng and they don't even see me, but they are hurting my space with their loud, crass energies and voices, their carelessness. i cry and run away, I want to hide until they have left, so I run into the tower, only the tower is almost completely ruined now, with large gaping holes it sways in the wind and at the top is no sanctuary only more people, strange people who aren't human but something else, I run again, I run outside hoping to find safety in the countryside, but the countryside is gone, filled with more people, people with animal heads and strange leering faces, they lean over me and lurk in shadows, they laugh cruelly and sneer, and speak in voices I don't understand and I scream and can find no way out, then a cave opens before me, a cave that is red as blood with gleaming black stalagmites and stalagtites like teeth, it is like a huge gaping maw and I have no choice but to descend into the depths, and everywhere there are candles burning, all different sizes and shapes, they are peoples lives, when the candle turns out, their life is over... Winged creatures like bats flap around, playing with the lights, sometimes only almost blowing them out, other times snuffing them completely and there are creatures here that catch me and smile like they are friends but then instead they suck my life from me, never enough that I quite die, but enough that I am weak, until finally I come to my candle and see that it has diminished to a faint glow and realize that I have to get out and leave this place before my candle is snuffed into oblivion, where there is darkness, nothing, nothing, nothing... I rest I wait I don't know what for, but then I am back at the church and all the people are gone, save one. He is watching me sleep, and he is smiling. He gives me food and clothes, and I go with him. We travel through countrysides and villages and he teaches me to control my psyche so that I don't have to fear it anymore, until I become stronger than him... I know I am stronger, but I love him so I give it to him, I let him control me. together we have a child, but he will not have it, he will not accept it, he shuns us, and leaves us to die, under an enormous old pine tree I lie with my infant child, my little girl, as the life flows out of us both.
I return to the temple, now there is yellow, orange, red, and blue/indigo next to the green sphere of light. Then there is the ocean; as I stand there I smell the salt, feel the wind and hear the waves breaking on the sand which feels dry and gritty on my bare feet. However, as I walk closer to the ocean I begin to see more in the waves, first they become moving bands of clear water and in them I can see every strand of life, then the bands become light instead of water, different colors of light, the same as the jars glowed, yellow purple red, yellow purple red, I can change it by adding the spheres of light, each sphere first gives a faint image of their lesson, and then adds their color to the ocean of light yellow purple blue green orange red up and down in and out they move and fade and strenghten, until all of them come together into a single white sphere of radiant warm brilliant light, it is bigger than my body, and then it becomes an enormous Conk shell glowing with Energy and Light; I walk toward it and realize that I am no longer wearing the simple white tunic and leggings that hitherto I had been wearing, I am dressed in Light, the same brilliant white light that is emanating from the shell is flowing from me creating raiment that flows and swishes and sways, moving tendrils about me and through me, because it is me. I walk into the conk shell and again I know/intuit that I must be careful and touch only with my feet (or my dress), not my hands, to reach the center. Several times I slip and put out my hand to steady myself and every time I am returned to the outside of the shell. Finally, on my eight try I reach the center, the Source of Light, Creation, Wisdom, Strength, and Love. And entering into it I, myself, become Light and Love, a part of the source and yet still retaining my sense of self. All of this I take with me as I return to the temple once more and must join the people and make my life.
As I wrote before, this dream has come to me several times in my life, sometimes at the beginning of a life lesson, sometimes in the middle, or the end, as if to clarify... I don't know if or when I will dream it again; it feels complete now, but I still have much more life before me in which to learn...
~Ingrid
Yaxham Level Crossing was replaced over 4 days. Here is the finished article on the 3rd October 2011.
Mont Blanc (French) or Monte Bianco (Italian), meaning "White Mountain", is the highest mountain in the Alps, Western Europe and the European Union. It rises 4,810.45 m (15,782 ft)[2] above sea level and is ranked 11th in the world in topographic prominence. It is also sometimes known as La Dame blanche (French for "the White Lady") or Il Bianco (Italian for "the White One").
The mountain lies between the regions of Aosta Valley, Italy, and Haute-Savoie, France and the location of the summit is on the watershed line between the valleys of Ferret and Veny in Italy and the Arve Valley in France.
The two most famous towns near Mont Blanc are Courmayeur in Aosta Valley, Italy, and Chamonix in Haute-Savoie, France—the site of the first Winter Olympics. A cable car ascends and crosses the mountain from Courmayeur to Chamonix.
Begun in 1957 and completed in 1965, the 11.6 km (7¼ mi) Mont Blanc Tunnel runs beneath the mountain between these two countries and is one of the major trans-Alpine transport routes.
The Mont Blanc massif is popular for mountaineering, hiking, skiing and snowboarding.
The summit of Mont Blanc is a thick, perennial ice and snow dome whose thickness varies, so no exact and permanent summit elevation can be determined. But accurate measurements have been made. For a long time its official elevation was 4,807 m (15,771 ft). Then in 2002, the IGN and expert surveyors, with the aid of GPS technology, measured it to be 4,810.40 m (15,782 ft 2 in).
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mont_Blanc
The Aiguille du Midi (3,842 m) is a mountain in the Mont Blanc massif in the French Alps.
The cable car to the summit, the Téléphérique de l'Aiguille du Midi, was built in 1955 and held the title of the world's highest cable car for about two decades. It still holds the record as the highest vertical ascent cable car in the world, from 1,035 m to 3,842 m. There are two sections: from Chamonix to Plan de l'Aiguille at 2,317 m and then directly, without any support pillar, to the upper station at 3,777 m (the building contains an elevator to the summit). The span of the second section is 2,867 m measured directly, but only 2,500 m measured horizontally. It thus still is the second longest span width, measured directly.
Corpach Level Crossing on the West Highland Line, in 2010 when it was an automatic open crossing (AOCL), it was converted to automatic half-barriers (AOCL+B) in 2013.
Sorting my photos, I've just started looking back at last January's ! Here's one to send a chill down the spine of Somerset farmers
This image shows variability in water storage in Earth’s hydrological basins observed by NASA’s Ice, Cloud and land Elevation Satellite-2 (ICESat-2). Variability in surface water level is highest in tropical basins and lowest in northern and Arctic areas. This is a still image from an animation by NASA’s Scientific Visualization Studio. Credit: Trent L. Schindler/NASA SVS
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