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This was the weekend to be on Gregory’s Bald. The Flame Azalea’s are in full bloom. I set out this morning to get some good pictures and do a small hike, I was going to do the Bald tomorrow. I did a short 45 minute hike and had a few pictures taken by 9 am but the morning light was gone and replaced with the harsh daylight. I decided to do the hike to the bald 5.5 miles one way 11 miles round trip today.
After getting to the trail head I met up with a few people from the Chattanooga Hiking Club. I decided to hike with them, and I kept up with them for 2 miles. At that point I knew I was going to have to hike at my own pace. This trail is unrelenting and gains 500 feet per mile 3000 in total and It was 93 degrees with 50% humidity.
I began to tire fast at this point, only able to walk about 30 yards before I would have to stop and rest, several times I had pushed myself to continue as I had done many times in the past. Now let me stop there and say I had hiked this trail 2 years ago, and several trails longer and steeper and I have been working out 45 minutes a day so I am getting in decent shape; however, I didn’t take into consideration that I had only been eating about 1300 calories a day for the last 3 weeks and today had only had 170 calories.
At about the 3 mile mark I took another rest, bending over to hold my shorts. As I stood up telling myself to push forward I got dizzy and lightheaded, even lost my bearings for a moment. I decided that that was the last signal I needed and I would turn and hike back to the car, disappointed that I missed the scene on the top of the bald.
My Self portrait was supposed to me on the bald with the azalea’s and the view of Cades Cove in the distance, but as I made my way down I decided that the SP would be a clone, Me looking disappointed in one and proud in the other, Disappointed to not make the summit, but proud of the hike I and my dedication to the weight loss and exercise program I have been on for the last 3 weeks.
I got to a point where I thought this SP Would work and took my tripod off my back. As I took my backpack off (28lbs) I fell to my knees dizzier than before and for the first time I didn’t think I was going to make it back to the car. I drank the last of my water at that point, still a mile away from my car, and decided to eat one of the sandwiches I had packed. I took one bite and realized I had no saliva left to chew it.
At that point set up my tripod and camera, took one look through the viewfinder and staggered my way to the log. When I came back to the camera and saw that I had moved (because I couldn’t stand still) while the shutter was open I thought “well that is fitting, just how I feel at the moment”.
I made it slowly back to my car and drove, still a bit dizzy, to the campground store to get some water. It wasn’t until I had drunk a liter of the water and eaten 2 Kashi bars that I felt better. The moral of the story: Listen to your body and push yourself to the limit but don’t let that voice confuse you about where that limit is.
Carry overs from long ago, the speed limit for southbound trains is indicated on the catenary at the Helethorpe, MD, MARC station. It's 100 MPH; there's a curve coming up!
La única posibilidad de descubrir los límites de lo posible es aventurarse un poco más allá de ello, hacia lo imposible.
The ocean wasn't actually off limits. But maybe because of the big storms, the city put up this fence along the south side of the pier. The waves were wild, the surfers were out!
Encounter in Yellowstone National Park. This bison found it more convenient to cross the valley using the bridge.
Meanwhile just outside the limits of Hothlake city, a repurposed AT-AT (now used as a pet taxi service) is getting a much needed weekly cleaning.
Keeping this mechanical marvel in top condition is no small feat, requiring the assistance of many helpers including a pair of drones, a couple of Tauntauns, and many friends. A repurposed turret installation helps to get water up to those hard to reach spots!
Emma and Andrea came along to help out after a long day of courier deliveries made with their new Land speeder. Landings are still a bit rough but she'll get the hang of it soon enough!
K96 arrives into platform 2 at Berowra with run 810H. Berowra is the furthest suburban trains will travel north.
The speed limit drops to 55 well over a mile before the toll plaza...
The tolled portion of Interstate 376 (Beaver Valley Expressway) between New Castle and Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania. This section is ran by the Pennsylvania Turnpike Commission. The tolls on this road seemed to be fairly high, but the road was well maintained. Also, the road still hadn't been changed to a speed limit of 70 mph as of March. However, since I took these pictures, the road has been converted to all electronic tolling on April 30, 2017. Another thing I did notice is that this highway (and a couple other PTC highways) use a dirt barrier between opposing lanes rather than a wire or jersey barrier.
Interstate 376 - Between New Castle and Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania
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Castell Gaeronwy farm on the western flank of Mynydd Mawr, near Y Fron (Cesarea), Gwynedd, North Wales
The view point is near the village of Y Fron (Cesarea) (see accompanying photos for more details). However, I have geotagged the photo at the point of the farm buildings, rather than the viewpoint. The farm is 290 m above sea level (which is quite high for habitation and field agriculture in Britain). It is reached only by a track and is obviously situated at the limits of enclosed fields on the mountainside. I took the name of the farm from the Ordnance Survey map.
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These signs are near the Taylorsville depot on Lineys Mountain Road behind downtown. Taylorsville is in Alexander County, North Carolina.
this was a hot light setup. Hot light was set up behind some rip stop set up to act as "window" light with some black fabric above and below to limit it to this one window like setup.
It had been a while since I wandered out with my camera to take any pictures....almost two months, actually. I had fallen into funk and did not feel terribly compelled to play around, so I let my camera sit idle and collect dust. Two nights ago, however, while working late, the clouds descended upon the city, and what is usually a clear view of the lake from my window became an impenetrable obscurity.
So, long story short, I dragged myself out to the lakefront and explored new territory. It was pretty hard to focus in the dark fogginess, but I managed to get some shots that seem to work. Right as I was getting into a groove, I got shooed off the lakefront by the park police. Fog is dangerous, I guess...
Limitando al Norte con Cedeira, al Sur con Narón, al Este con Cerdido y San Sadurniño y al Oeste con el Océano Atlántico. Desde la playa de Campelo hasta la entrada de la ría de Cedeira se extiende el municipio de Valdoviño, perteneciente a la comarca de Ferrol. La amplia zona costera que comprende hace que las olas formen parte ineludible de su paisaje y por eso a Valdoviño hoy la denominaremos cariñosamente "la mar de olas".
Aunque popularmente se dice que su nombre proviene de Valle del Vino en realidad procede de Valle de Aviño, un arroyo de las inmediaciones. De hecho, no hay tradición vitivinícola porque la zona está demasiado cercana al Atlántico y a la influencia de sus aires. Esas brisas oceánicas, sin embargo, no impidieron el cultivo de un producto recién llegado de América, la patata. En el siglo XVIII Valdoviño fue pionero en su producción. Pero no son las patatas las que han dado fama a este municipio ferrolano sino sus olas, cotizadísimas entre los surfistas del mundo entero que se reúnen en la playa de Pantín donde se celebra una prestigiosa prueba anualmente. No es Pantín la única playa de Valdoviño atractiva para gallegos y foráneos. En la península de Villarrube encontramos ermitas como la de San Antonio aunque la gran mayoría prefiere disfrutar de la arena y el mar que llegan límpidos hasta esta zona de la costa, con fuerza, con pasión, como si fuera la última vez que pudieran tocar una playa.
La fuerza y la pasión forman parte ineludible de la historia de este concello que nació oficialmente en 1836 con la unión de varias parroquias de las jurisdicciones de Trasancos y Cedeira. En 1.931 se proclamó la república en Valdoviño, convirtiéndose en el primer municipio español en asumir el nuevo régimen político. Hasta ese momento sus habitantes fueron testigos de manipulación en elecciones y encarcelamiento de alcaldes y concejales. Quizás a causa de estos antecedentes los de Valdoviño son fuertes, estoicos ante las dificultades.
Y si necesitan olvidarse de sus preocupaciones no tienen más que introducirse en la Laguna de A Frouxeira, de gran valor ornitológico, auténtico refugio de aves que aprovechan su clima oceánico húmedo complementado con una débil sequía estacional. Sus temperaturas invernales en torno a los 8º y las veraniegas sobre los 20 hacen que diferentes especies la usen como hogar en alguna época del año. No deja de sorprender, por ejemplo, ver a Cormonares sobre las rocas, vigilando a diferentes ánades y pendientes del vuelo de las omnipresentes gaviotas. Los acantilados que forman la Punta de Frouxeira protegen la laguna de intromisiones externas aunque ni siquiera el Faro o la Capilla de Nosa Señora do Mar consiguieron liberarla de compras, ventas y subastas desde 1856.
La historia convulsa de Valdoviño sólo ha contribuido a conformar un carácter especial en esta zona lo que la hace todavía más atractiva. Quizás por eso no es deextrañar que se haya convertido en lugar de peregrinación para surfistas, epítome de la rebeldía, de la independencia, de la comunión con lo más salvaje del mar o del océano. Tan salvaje como Valdoviño.