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Masked Lapwing (Vanellus miles)
As I walked past the VU Athletics Track on Saturday I spotted the Lapwing family. This one was just near the start line for the 300 metre event.
"One Small Step"
I usually do not post the background stories of what happens when shooting Horizons. But today I
will. You see, there was this bush.
My day always begins the same way when the alarm scares the crap out of me at 3:10 am. I dress
in the dark so as not to wake my wife Mary (unless I forget to turn off the secondary backup alarm and that is a whole other story) and stagger down the stairs to start the coffee machine, usually tripping over my sleeping dog. I step outside at 3:15 to have a smoke and listen to the distant, and often not so distant, gunfire of the city of Milwaukee. That must be the golden hour of discharging firearms here. To me it is no different than the sound of crickets these days. (Oh ya, someone forgot to prep the coffee machine this morning so I cooked air) At 3:25 I fill up my mug,grab my camera and hit the road to start my work day. At 4:00 am I get to our office, take an hour getting the orders for my morning deliveries together, punch in to my digital time card and then head out into Horizon land.
As I was cutting through the back roads in Racine county at 5:45 am, as I have been doing now
for 17 years, the sun hit the Horizon with the softest of light. The sky was perfect, all I needed
was one thing that stood out in the landscape. And there it was. A bush with white flowers about
200 feet off the road. Cool. Awesome. Time to wade through knee high grass and get soaked before a
full work day and 180 orders to deliver. So I parked on the side of the road, threw on my flashers
and worked my way to that bush. Damn thing is, the closer I got the bigger it got. I should have
brought a ladder because by the time I got to the bush it was 8 feet high and about 20 feet long.
Well, I do not little things like this bother me. I worked my way to the front of this bush ( you
will notice I have no idea what this or many other plant life are called. Too much information
takes away from the beauty of the photo. LOL)
So I worked my way to the front of the bush and pushed in about 5 feet through a tangle of
branches, held my camera up as high as I could and began shooting bursts of bracketed shots. In the
photo I posted, "One Small Step", those pretty white wild flowers were eye level to me. And just to
my right and behind my that bush must have been 8 feet high. Or so I thought.
Did I mention the Red Wing Blackbirds? No? Oh, yep, they must have had nests in this bush
because as soon as I stepped in and started shooting they took flight, circled, and started diving
bombing me. I brought my camera down, took a peek at a few of the some 50 bracketed shots I took
blindly and knew I had something to work with. But with mosquitos ringing in my ears, my shoes and
socks soaked through and crazy birds wanting me dead I decided to try to get a couple more from
just a little bit to the right. Just "One Small Step". Just, you know, a little more. So I moved my
right foot over about two feet, raised the camera over my head and pointed it at the Horizon, put
my finger on the exposure button (yes, all this at once) and put my foot down.......on nothing.
There are moments you remember. Like my kids being born. Like the night I asked Mary to marry
me and ten minutes later we get rear ended. Like a first kiss. Like when the earth disappeared and
you find yourself falling backward with a camera over your head as if you are being devoured by a
giant bush and evil black birds are laughing at you. Ya, like that. That moment, falling about 8
feet down and backwards into a ravine through tangled masses of branches not quite knowing when the ride will be over.And what was the one thought going through my head? My cell phone was in my car. As I layed there in the belly of the 16 foot monster bush from hell looking at the filtered morning
light of sunrise I realized something. I realized I was laying in water and once again wet through
and through and I had an 8 hour shift yet to be done. But hell, I got the shot.
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I just got my first Mac (iMac 27) this week. It's been a fairly smooth transition (resyncing Lightroom was a piece of cake), but there are indeed some quirks. I don't know if I'll ever get used to Command + X for "cut"... it's in just such a different place... and having mouse acceleration on by default with NO way to turn it off (without third-party hacks) is ridiculous.
Castle Hill, Cambridge, UK
Exakta VXIIb, Enna Super-Lithagon 35mm f2.5, 1600ASA Fuji Neopan Black and White
Cotton Belt #7270 was part of an order of 26 GP40-2s put into service in 1984. 7270 is also reportedly one of the two GP40-2s that took the first Sprint train north from East St. Louis to Chicago in 1989 after SP purchased the old Chicago & Alton from the bankrupt Chicago, Missouri & Western. However, on this day in October 1988, 7270 is busy bringing a grain train into Hearne, TX, crossing the former MoPac Austin Subdivision in the process, and the engineer is demonstrating some fine "eyes-closed" technique for grabbing orders on the fly.
A quiet moment in the steam depot at Hwange Colliery. Too quiet in fact, as the The Garratt was awaiting repairs 48hrs before a charter while the rings for the cylinders were being turned in the nearby workshop.
Phrases like 'down to the wire' and 'eleventh hour' came to mind.
Zimbabwe, June 2018. © David Hill.
Monstrous Orders.
Дикая страшная зверская адская ложная пустошь ошибочно принимает отдельные заказы, разрушительные злоупотребления, развратные власти, похотливые видения гордятся,
Narcissique imbécile craquant mots papiers cachés insectes babuinus inflexible virus inventant mensonges éruption faussetto mangers esquivant confusions sauvages,
Aspectos amenazantes monstruos sin nombre gritos formidables columnas abreviadas desvelar consternaciones conferencias borrachos murmurando jefe asintiendo con la cabeza a la víctima,
Άπληστοι άθλιες χάλες αμφισβητούμενα βάρη αιματοχυσία κλάμα σκοτεινά ερωτήματα μυστικά επικές συνέπειες παγανιστική αυτοκρατορία ανάξες εξηγήσεις,
Analogiczne piekło codzienne pomyłanie skorumpowanych instrukcji pogrążonych w rozpaczliwych napięcia napięć wzbudzonych stres podkreśla grzechy potępione epitety unikalne sceny dramatyczne,
自白は正当化を構成していない不完全な提案不能な章不適切な定義学術的理由燃える理由.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Honfleur is a commune in the Calvados department in Normandy en.normandie-tourisme.fr/normandy-tourism-109-2.html in northwestern France. It is located on the southern bank of the estuary of the Seine across from le Havre and very close to the exit of the Pont de Normandie. Its inhabitants are called Honfleurais. It is especially known for its old, beautiful picturesque port, characterized by its houses with slate-covered frontages, painted many times by artists, including in particular Gustave Courbet, Eugène Boudin, Claude Monet and Johan Jongkind, forming the école de Honfleur (Honfleur school) which contributed to the appearance of the Impressionist movement. The Sainte-Catherine church, which has a bell tower separate from the principal building, is the largest church made out of wood in France. The first written record of Honfleur is a reference by Richard III, Duke of Normandy, in 1027. By the middle of the 12th century, the city represented a significant transit point for goods from Rouen to England. Located on the estuary of one of the principal rivers of France with a safe harbour and relatively rich hinterland, Honfleur profited from its strategic position from the start of the Hundred Years' War. The town's defences were strengthened by Charles V in order to protect the estuary of the Seine from attacks from the English. This was supported by the nearby port of Harfleur. However, Honfleur was taken and occupied by the English in 1357 and from 1419 to 1450. When under French control, raiding parties often set out from the port to ransack the English coasts, including partially destroying the town of Sandwich, in Kent, England, in the 1450s. At the end of the Hundred Years' War, Honfleur benefited from the boom in maritime trade until the end of the 18th century. Trade was disturbed during the wars of religion in the 16th century. The port saw the departure of a number of explorers, in particular in 1503 of Binot Paulmierde Gonneville to the coasts of Brazil. In 1506, local man Jean Denis departed for Newfoundland island and the mouth of the Saint Lawrence. An expedition in 1608, organised by Samuel de Champlain, founded the city of Quebec in modern day Canada. After 1608, Honfleur thrived on trade with Canada, the West Indies, the African coasts and the Azores. As a result, the town became one of the five principal ports for the slave trade in France. During this time the rapid growth of the town saw the demolition of its fortifications on the orders of Colbert. The wars of the French revolution and the First Empire, and in particular the continental blockade, caused the ruin of Honfleur. It only partially recovered during the 19th century with the trading of wood from northern Europe. Trade was however limited by the silting up of the entrance to the port and development of the modern port at Le Havre. The port however still functions today. On August 25, 1944, Honfleur was liberated together by the British army - 19th Platoon of the 12th Devon's, 6th Air Landing Brigade, the Belgian army (Brigade Piron) on 25 August 1944.[1] and the Canadian army without any combat. en.normandie-tourisme.fr/articles/honfleur-278-2.html
I was almost back at the hotel, but wanted to check out this pub I had noticed earlier in the day.
Glad I went back as it was packed and full of atmosphere. A shining beacon in the dark
Iowa Interstate's Silvis to Peoria train SIPE 17 rolls by the restored Rock Island depot in Chillicothe, IL.
02-17-2024
A couple of quick scenes for an ongoing storyline in Brethren of the Brick Seas on Eurobricks. Both scenes recycle older builds of mine and are for the purpose of illustrating the story only.
Once again I had been called into the field for a last minute operation for the Triumvirate, I had my orders to go to Iridonia, a planet covered in rocks sand and acid pools. The planet was an important one to capture as it had access to many useful hyper lanes, leading straight to the hearts of some of our greatest threats, so it was key that we executed the orders without fail.
Once landing, I had been dispatched from the main group with a squad of elite death troopers, who were to help me target a specific group of rebels while the rest rounded out other rebels. We arrived at the house, which was surrounded by an acid lake, typical of this part of the planet, where we entered peacefully, the Zabrak I talked claimed he knew nothing but I k ew who he was, Baak Chiser, freedom fighter of Iridonia, as I continued to pursue answers from him about the hideouts located around the planet, the remainder of my squad located those that were there and executed them without question. We had them all where we wanted them except for one, there was a child of Chiser’s who was hidden from us, I tapped into their fins but found nothing, my troopers arrived back to me and reported they had done what they had asked. “I will escort Chiser back the ship personally, he has a child find it!”
CN 3110 got its train orders off of the hoop heading North on the J. Although it’s not like it was in the 70’s with fast moving trains on the fly getting their train orders, it was interesting to me to see they were still doing this practice today. Especially in the modern age of computer systems that have long replaced this practice. Over time, I hope to see these little Railroading Jules show up again.
August 5, 1979. The Chessie excursion gets a new set of train orders from the operator at "CA" at Clarington, OH on the Wheeling Division
Shots of buffalo enjoying a last drink before the sun finally sets. (1 more in comments)
Seen in Tarangire National park.
The Pioneer Flight Museum not only has a first rate collection of aircraft but many period vehicles such as these Model T's from the early years of the last century.