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Possibly a separate species, the Little Owls seen in the Middle East are paler and smaller then a Little Owl
Quite possibly one of the most underrated (and also quite fascinating) pieces of railroading in Central West Virginia is the former B&O Cowen Subdivision. Running between Cowen, WV and Grafton, WV.
It's ran by the Appalachian & Ohio Railroad today, with a quintet of GATX/GMTX GP38-2's and run through CSX power.
Sadly in this 2012 photo the ridiculously cool SD90MAC's were living out their final few years in service on the railroad. It was found to be cheaper to double and sometimes triple the grade at Frenchton than rather use the 90MAC's to shove the trains over the grade. I never got to see this railroad in action except for a late night visit in 2014 on my way to Spencer, NC - when we saw this same pair of 90's shuffling cars around the wye area. No pictures, sadly.
The engines are tied down in the Burnsville helper pocket, waiting for the next train to shove over the grades.
In 2016, traffic is varied by the demands of how much coal is needed where. If you're ever able to shoot this piece of railroad - DO IT.
The track in the foreground goes to the Elk River Railroad interchange at Gilmer Station, where even more sporadic movements occur. The track curving off to the right is the Cowen Sub main taking you on towards Cowen.
Mr. Scott Lothes has some absolutely incredible stuff on this fascinating piece of mountain railroading in his photosteam. I highly recommend that anyone reading this takes the time to check out. You will not be disappointed.
(*Possibly Weedstalk'r) at the Storm Detention Pond, near the west entrance to Thomson Marsh, Kelowna, BC.
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The Rolls-Royce 10 hp was the first car to be produced as a result of an agreement of 23 December 1904 between Charles Rolls and Henry Royce, and badged as a Rolls-Royce. The 10 hp was produced by Royce's company, Royce Ltd., at its factory in Cooke Street, Hulme, Manchester, and was sold exclusively by Rolls' motor dealership, C.S.Rolls & Co., at a price of £395. The 10 hp was exhibited at the Paris Salon in December 1904, along with 15 hp and 20 hp cars and engine for the 30 hp models. The 10 hp was a development of Henry Royce's first car, the Royce 10, of which he produced three prototypes in 1903. This was itself based on a second-hand Decauville owned by Royce which he correctly believed he could improve. In particular, Royce succeeded in making his car significantly quieter than existing cars. Unlike the Royce 10 which had a flat-topped radiator, the Rolls-Royce 10 hp featured one with a triangular top which would appear on all subsequent cars. The engine is a water-cooled twin-cylinder of 1800 cc enlarged to 1995 cc on later cars, with overhead inlet and side exhaust valves, and based on the original Royce engine but with an improved crankshaft. The power output was 12 hp (9 kW) at 1000 rpm. The car has a top speed of 39 mph (63 km/h). There is a transmission brake fitted behind the gearbox operated by foot pedal and internal expanding drum brakes on the back axle operated by the handbrake lever. Springing is by semi-elliptic leaf springs on both front and rear axles. It is a small car with a wheelbase of 75 in (1,905 mm) and a track of 48 in (1,219 mm). Rolls-Royce intended to make 20 of the cars but only 16 were made as it was thought that a twin-cylinder engine was not appropriate for the marque. The last 10 hp was made in 1906.Rolls-Royce did not provide the coachwork. Instead, the cars were sold in chassis form for the customer to arrange his own body supplier, with Barker recommended. Four are believed to survive: the oldest, a 1904 car registered U44, chassis 20154, was sold for £3.2 million (approx £3.6 million after commission and taxes) to a private collector by Bonham's auctioneers in December 2007; AX 148 from 1905, chassis 20162, belongs to the UK Science Museum Collection and is usually on display in the Manchester Museum of Science and Industry; and SU 13 chassis 20165 from 1905 belongs to Bentley Motors. A fourth car, chassis 20159 is believed to be in a private collection.
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Possibly my favourite image from my recent trip to Skye, Also an image that I have had reservations about. After chatting on various WhatsApp groups I have decided to leave the river in the image to give a bit of balance to the house, but I a still not sure
Possibly the biggest thing I miss about living in Sussex is my regular trips to the cathedral of football in Brighton. This time I got to see an afternoon match just before Christmas. In days gone by the fixture immediately before Christmas would have a significantly lower attendance, but not these days where tickets are both expensive and difficult to come by. The fixture I attended was Brighton and Hove Albion v Sunderland. Although I was thrilled to be there sadly the game was a poor one and I witnessed my first goalless draw for some considerable time. Incidentally this was the first meeting between these two teams in the Premier League.
Pollet, Fanad Head, County Donegal, Ireland
The Great Pollet Arch is a striking example of the sheer power of the Atlantic Ocean as it constantly carves the cliffs along the Irish coast for millions of years, as a result it has created this enormous, unique and famous rock formation “The Great Pollet Arch”
There are only around 3 such arches in Ireland and this is the largest and most impressive of them all. It is very hard to explain how magnificent this national treasure is until you are actually standing right in front of it in true awe & wonder at its natural beauty
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Possibly one of the best photography days of my life, so far. I took many, many shots of a couple of female Crossbills leading up to this set. At this point I was directly under her as she enjoyed the pine cones and kept a watchful eye on me. These are exported directly from Lightroom with little or no edits at all, in fact, I had to back off the lens to keep her in shot. A wonderful experience that she allowed me to share
Petra (Arabic: البتراء, Al-Batrāʾ; Ancient Greek: Πέτρα), originally known as Raqmu (Nabataean Arabic: الرقيم), is a historical and archaeological city in southern Jordan. Petra lies on the slope of Jabal Al-Madbah in a basin among the mountains which form the eastern flank of Arabah valley that run from the Dead Sea to the Gulf of Aqaba. Established possibly as early as the 4th century BC as the capital city of the Nabataean Kingdom. The Nabataeans were nomadic Arabs who invested in Petra's proximity to the trade routes by establishing it as a major regional trading hub.
The trading business gained the Nabataeans considerable revenue, and Petra became the focus of their wealth. The earliest recorded historical reference to the city was when an envious Greek dynasty attempted to ransack the city in 312 BC. The Nabataeans were, unlike their enemies, accustomed to living in the barren deserts, and were able to repel attacks by utilizing the area's mountainous terrain. They were particularly skillful in harvesting rainwater, agriculture and stone carving. The Kingdom's capital continued to flourish until the 1st century AD when its famous Al-Khazneh facade was constructed, and its population peaked at an estimated 20,000 inhabitants.
Encroaching troops of the Roman Empire in 106 AD forced the Nabataeans to surrender. The Romans annexed and renamed the Kingdom to Arabia Petraea. Petra's importance declined as sea trade routes emerged, and after a 363 earthquake destroyed many structures. The Byzantine Era witnessed the construction of several Christian churches. By 700, the city became an abandoned place where only a handful of nomads grazed goats. It remained an unknown place until it was rediscovered by Swiss explorer Johann Ludwig Burckhardt in 1812, sparking renewed interest in the city.
The city is famous for its rock-cut architecture and water conduit system. Another name for Petra is the Rose City due to the color of the stone out of which it is carved. It is a symbol of Jordan, as well as Jordan's most-visited tourist attraction. It has been a UNESCO World Heritage Site since 1985. UNESCO has described it as "one of the most precious cultural properties of man's cultural heritage".
Possibly Angle Shades moth. St. Cyrus NNR. A very windy day, but sheltered by the cliffs at the reserve. Ridiculously excited to see this today. Yay, bring on macro season!
Possibly an Orange Milky or less likely an Orange Peel. Growing on a fallen tree at California Woods Nature Preserve in Cincinnati. This is a large fungus.
Possibly the cutest Black Bear cub I've ever seen, she followed mom along the beach, never strayed too far, and obeyed orders (eg. scooted up a tree on command). This is a dangerous age for bears and she needs her protective mother until she's big and strong enough to survive on her own.
This shot is almost identical to my friend Melanie's - not surprising, as we were sitting side by side and the little one held her pose for a few seconds while our shutters whirred away in burst mode. There are slight differences in background, angle of view, and the amount of water dripping from those front claws; also different camera bodies and processing, so slightly different colour balance. But essentially we walked away with very similar images. And we're both happy.
More bears to come over the next few days. I'm looking out my window this morning at a little prairie village draped with fresh snow, the sky a grey smudge. Three months ago I was sitting on barnacle-encrusted beach boulders, fanned by cool sea breezes, watching for bears and jumping salmon, entertained by great blue herons and flocks of shorebirds and eagles wheeling through the blue sky above. Being fully alive is about living fully in the present, but it's possible to visit the recent and distant past without losing track of one's life trajectory. The other day I posted a shot of my brother from 1965. Sometimes it feels to me like everything is happening at once and life is more a mosaic than a linear progression. Comforting thought.
Photographed along the wild coast of British Columbia (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission © 2018 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Possibly a Lacanora xylophila (wood lover)
From the variation in the apothecia, it looks like there could be two species??? Likely just natural variation; see Richard Droker's note below.
On the beach at Dugualla State Park.
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Two alpacas (possibly llamas) looking out onto the horizon. Taken at Active Kids, Stanley, Perthshire, with Canon 6D and Tamron 28-300mm lens.
Despite having a large trove of lovely things to photograph, I often find myself delving into my box of vintage buttons. I hope it's not because they're easy - I don't have to think too much - although that's quite possibly true. OK, let's say it's because flowers are in short supply at this time of year, which means I have to find them where I can. That sounds better and it's also true. :)
This button, from the late 1800s, is hand-painted porcelain and 1" wide.
A mountain lake in vicinity of Mt Saint Helens catastrophic 1980 eruption. The volcano is hidden behind the ridge in the backgound (and possibly another) yet the area is littered with bleached trunks of trees destroyed by the pyroclastic flow.
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Taken a bit too far, for sliders sunday…
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See the first comment box below for the standard version, the original from which all arose, and a screenshot of this version's photoshop file with the expanded layers panel and channels panel.
After converting to black and white in Lr, and cropping, it was brought into Ps. I liked the version edited as usual, but then decided to see what would happen if I slud things further.
I like the overlay glow that is often created with editing for an Orton effect. The first way I learned was from Tony Kuyper's tutorials. At the top of the layer stack a curves adjustment layer set to screen blend mode is created. Then create a merged up through it layer. Set it to multiply blend mode and use gaussian blur. Group those layers and possibly add a mask to the group, and possibly reduce opacity of the group.
I recently came across another way to do it in the Practical Photography magazine. They say duplicate the background layer a couple times but since I'd already done a lot of editing with quite a few layers, I created a new merged up layer at the top of the layer stack, then duplicated it. One of those layers is set to Multiply and blurred. The other is set to Screen and left as is. They are grouped and a curves adjustment layer is added to the group. The line is pulled up and left to lighten the group.
I ended up using both those ways of creating an Orton effect, and sliding opacity of each a bit for this.
Happy Sliding!
Possibly the first train up this line for nearly a month 37218 and 37425 operate 3J50 09:59 York Thrall Europa to Selby via Stocksbridge and Barrow Hill. See climbing up the old Woodhead railway line from Neepsend to Hillsborough (Wadsley Bridge) just behind Wardsend Cemetery. The cemetery is something else holding nearly 30,000 graves most dating back to the early 20th century and with woodland now spreading amongst the graves as it is doing on the old track bed either side of the remaining single track.
Possibly it is the most pathetic picture in my photo album, but every time I see it ... I can not stop laughing ...... Sorry!
Have a fantastic friday, and laugh with me! HFF!
possibly a Geoglossum fallax ( Schuppige Erdzunge ) or close relative in our garden in Poole. Approx 3 cm tall
Possibly one of the nicest staircases you could wish to photograph can be found in the heart of London.
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That is what the California Highway Patrol officer said.
We were ensconced in an open garage waiting out an armed 211 suspect when those words were spoken.
My call came in at 2:30. A man was barricaded in his apartment after a shootout with police. At the time, I was home sick with a headache the size of the Rock of Gibraltar. But a barricade is a barricade and I threw on some clothes and rushed to the scene.
I stopped at the road closure and was waved through by one of the CHP guys that yelled, “Hey, I know you....go ahead.”
“OK”
After parking the car where the chippy said I should, I asked our esteemed parking enforcement officer (also known as the Parking Nazi) who was standing guard, where was everything happening and where should I go.
He motioned somewhere down the street towards some low-rent apartment complexes and told me to walk on the right side of the street through a vacant lot - nothing but dirt and a creosote bush.
“OK.”
I kept an eye out for what was going on and watched as the guys from the PD’s Special Response Team ( SRT) moved into place.
“Cool,” thought I and grabbed a few shots of one of the guys creeping across the roof, rifle in front of him, pack behind. I thought, “If I get nothing else this will be good art."
I heard people yelling at me and here comes the PIO from the Barstow Police running across the street telling me that hey, I was right in the line of fire and I should like move.
“OK.”
“Don’t go south of the palm tree,” he said, “that way you won’t be in the line of fire.”
“OK. Can I stand behind the palm tree?”
“Sure,” he said, “but I’m not responsible if you get shot.”
“OK”
Seemed to be my thought processes at the time, singular “OK’s”
I stood behind the palm tree for a little bit and then moved — I really wasn’t in the mood to get shot.
The reporter showed up, a radio guy showed up, a small TV station guy showed up and we all sat around in the heat waiting for something to happen....for a long time.
Negotiators were on the phone, relatives got on the phone to try and talk this guy out. The man had been wounded slightly in the first shootout — shot in the hand and the arm — and yelled out to his friends that he was afraid the cops were going to shoot him on sight.
We all knew that this would never happen, but the guy wouldn’t come out. The cops even brought him cigarettes when he asked for them - actually threw them up to him on the balcony. If they had wanted to shoot him, they could have at that time.
I got permission to wander a bit, down in parking area where the CHP rifle shooters were set up — watched them concentrate completely down their black gun sites. I was close enough that if I stuck my head out I could see the guy’s balcony — really, really well — with bloody curtains swaying in the wind.
Time wore on, heat got worse, men got shifted around so as to give the ones sitting in the sun a break.
We waited. Cops gave me Gatorade and water. It was hot.
As dusk set in I kept hoping this guy would come out with his hands up while I still had light to shoot by. Even with my new digital camera (YEA!) I was still a newbie at using the flash in low light situations so I wanted halfway good light.
I simply couldn’t figure out why this guy would NOT come out.
Was it the macho mentality of the whole gang banger personality? Was it that he knew he was facing some major jail time? He was already a loser in that department. What possibly could be worth prolonging this stand-off?
Time wore on some more. The apartment complex residents started getting restless. Hoots and hollers and jungle-like monkey noises came from the apartments and from those watching and waiting behind the lines. A bottle was thrown.
I have to admit, this made a me a tad nervous. I could just see this thing erupting into an all-out riot. Half the people in the complex were convinced the cops were going to gun the guy down and the other half were afraid of the first half.
Soon the cops had enough waiting and started firing tear gas canisters into the apartment. Oh my! Horrible sound those loud guns. Once that tear gas thing started I didn’t stick my head out any more. I crouched down behind a car. I could still see the CHP shooters but wasn’t in the line of fire.
Good thing.
Several minutes after the first rounds of tear gas were volleyed into the apartment there came three quick shots - pop - pop - pop — out the sliding glass door — over the balcony.
“Holy shit,” thought I, “that guy is firing at us.”
“Hey,” I yelled, “Was he shooting this way.”
“Yes, Lara, he was shooting this way.”
I crouched down lower. Just about fully dark now. The people that had come out to watch were yelling the guy was yelling babies were screaming and one Barstow cop remarked, “I can’t believe these people brought their kids out to a gunfight.”
Law enforcement did not return gun fire but more tear gas was used.
Still no sound, no reaction from the barricaded man.
One of the CHP guys came back down into our spot and said that after the three rounds fired by the suspect, one more shot was heard a few minutes later - muffled. Not aimed out the sliding glass door — inside the building.
He said quietly that he had heard _that_ sound before.
Time was starting to lose meaning. Amidst the noise and chaos I had been on the phone relaying the latest developments to the reporter who had gone back to write his story. More tear gas was lobbed into the building but the feeling was that the man had offed himself with that final fourth shot.
My deadline to leave was fast approaching — close to 9 p.m. I had the images from the afternoon’s deployment and some close-ups of the guys close to me. But no resolution. No closure.
The crowd up the street was really starting to turn ugly and I debated going up to photograph that, but figured that a camera flashing would trigger the already riotous behaviour that was growing.
Two guys threw bottles at the sheriff’s SWAT team. Ooooh, not a good idea. Those SWAT-dudes are bad-asses with attitudes and guns. They do NOT take kindly to being pelted with bottles. The bottle-throwers were arrested and the crowd scene cooled after that.
No lights were on in the apartment, no movement was seen and all negotiations had long since broken off. The man’s last words and comments to the negotiator were pretty much that the only way he was going to leave was in a body bag.
I still hoped not, but I left to file my art. Before I left the center of the action, which is where I had been allowed to stay (don’t ask me why, I was just allowed to stay.) I made sure the police chief and one of the LT’s knew I was returning and wanted to be back close to where things were happening.
“Sure.” they said, “Just show your press pass, tell whoever we said it was ok and come on back - stay out of the line of fire.”
“OK”
I left, filed the creeping-across-the-roof pic and one of two officers and a bullet proof shield and came back.
Things were as I left them — no more noise, no more nothing.
About 11 p.m. the sheriff's office took over. The Barstow PD SRT and CHP back-ups had been on duty squinting down their sites for almost 8 hours, it was time for a relief team.
I watched the camouflaged SWATs come in, dash about the courtyard smashing out the remaining lights that would put them in danger and get into place, covering each other with guns pointed toward the apartment as they ran across the courtyard.
I couldn’t help myself, I thought “Jeez, this is just like in the movies.” Only this time it was for real — surrealistic, but real.
When the Barstow guys and CHP left I was still standing there all by my lonesome. One of them yelled back at me, “You probably ought to come out too.”
“OK.”
That seemed like a good idea to me — it was dark and I didn’t like being alone.
I came up out of the garage hole and plopped down on the front of a fire truck. Sheriff’s homicide detectives were wondering who the hell was I and why was I there. I smiled, introduced myself and sat back quietly on the fire engine, hoping that no one would actually notice me. I even put my camera down.
The sheriff’s Captain saw me, smiled and let me stay. I was now considered a “friendly.” Cool.
I had kept in contact with the night editor at our sister paper, even after the Dispatch went to bed, did some interviewing, got the correct on-the-record-quotes that supported the police’s version of what happened and waited — and waited.
For almost an hour after the SO took over a deputy called out over a loud speaker. “Aaron. Come out with your hands up. The building is surrounded.” Every few minutes for almost an hour. Over and over. The same tone of voice. No emotion. It could have been a computerized recording it was so precisely repeated, but it wasn’t.
Aaron didn’t come out.
Talking time was up and the SWAT team started in with more powerful tear gas. Volley after volley. No Aaron. He was either immune to the gas or dead.
Soon the team took out the doors and entered the building using flash-bang devices before going into each room - “auditory and visual distractions” they call them.
Hell honey, those are bombs.
Every time they said over the radio they were setting off another one, all the law enforcement guys, suits, SWAT dudes, everybody around me, put their fingers in their ears. I wish I had photographed that, but it is hard to hold a camera with your fingers in your ears.
Time moved faster, soon after the SWAT guys entered they called for the SO medics that had flown in on a chopper. Word came out fast that it was over, Aaron was dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head.
It was one o’clock in the morning. There was almost a palpable sigh, a slumping of the shoulders when it was over. I had been at the scene for almost ten hours.
It was not a good resolution. Not the one that everyone; law enforcement, medics, firefighters, friends and family had hoped for.
I remembered what the CHP shooter said after word came in about the fourth shot — “We are in a stand-off with a dead man.”
He was right.
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Rest in Peace Aaron
possibly preparing to pupate!
Talacre - Wales (June 17)
Also probably Five-spot (Zygaena trifolii) - thanks to Eric & David for the ID!
possibly one of the most challenging birds I have photographed so far .. they seem to be in perpetual motion.
Possibly the regular recycling truck for the monday route surrounding my school, but since ive never seen it before im not sure.
Possibly the most photographed tree on the planet. In the running at least, and rightfully so, it is a glorious tree on screen. I had the good fortune of a trip out to Portland during fall season so this was an absolutely *mandatory* stop. It was not quite peak fall color, was about a week early for this particular tree, though some of the other japanese maples in the gardens were in the deep rich red stage. In my previous post I talked about not having done much image modification with Photoshop yet. However, I sometimes do quite a lot of tweaking in Lightroom, so In FULL disclosure, I have shifted the colors in this image some to bring out a little more orange and red. In my initial take I shifted it dramatically but then realized that the near rainbow of colors here was quite compelling in its own right and decided to pull back to a more delicate shift in the 5-10% range. Clearly a lot of vibrancy used in this too, though I went pretty light on the saturation (+5). It's one of those images that depending on my mood and the lighting in the room, etc., I will either be very happy with it or want to continue tweaking it.
Met up with fellow photographer Kevin Benedict on this trip. There was a major downpour for multiple days in Portland but we managed to catch a small window where the rain lightened up enough for us to hit the famed Japanese Gardens for this epic tree. The tree is surprisingly small, and even after reading very specific descriptions of its location and warnings that you can easily walk right by it, I did in fact walk right by it. To shoot it, one needs to set up very low to the ground and so it was a bit of a challenge shooting upwards through the dripping canopy in rather dreary light (although that ultimately helped make the dynamic range more manageable). It took multiple attempts with the drying towel handy before getting a clean shot. Fortunately the poor weather kept most people away and so we were able to shoot in peace for quite a while. There was almost no breeze at all so the "Pixel Shift" feature on the K-1 together with the terrific Tamron 15-30 lens grabbed some nice detail.
For those who have the opportunity, the Gardens are well worth the effort and time, they are gorgeous, especially in fall, and recognized as one of the finest public Gardens in all of the USA. An absolute treat for fall color photographers.
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