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Following a meet with its eastbound counterpart, train #937/GBESA with C628 6717 leading works at Powers, Michigan on July 9, 1986.
Happy John Muir Day!
#onthisday in 1838, John Muir, the father of Yosemite National Park and the National Park Service, was born. Muir worked tirelessly to instill the values of the wilderness in people. Believing deeply in the restorative and healing powers of nature, Muir and his followers sparked a movement that still influences the way we appreciate and conserve nature. Pictured here is Muir Woods, a strand of Coastal Redwoods that was preserved outside of San Francisco and named for the venerable conservationist. Thank you, John Muir!
My oldest sister once took a picture of one of her kitties playing in a discarded soda carton. So I wondered if our Frodo might like to check one out, too? Guess what? It's one of the best toys he's had to date. And the cheapest.
He has demolished this box like a crazy, possessed being with super destructive powers. The box has even been taped back up several times, hoping it'll last until we can empty out another box for him to play with. :-)
**It's now July and in just the six months since he's been with us he has transformed from a skiddish, hungry little stray who showed up one cold February day into a happy kitty who now loves to play with the bestest cat toys ever!
Another visit to Raby Castle as the last stop on Part 1 of my holiday, primarily to see the inside which is now open to the public.
One of the Treasures inside the castle is this controversial , but highly regarded sculpture. This is the original version and it's definitely quite a striking piece.
The Dark Isle Saga
Chapter 1: Grim Hollow
Part 5
Hangman's Watch: Located half a days journey west of Grim Hollow Village. The tower was once a lookout post that kept watch on the western borders of Grim Hollow. It gets its name from the many hangings that occured at this site. Enemy soldiers captured trying to attack the borders were often hung from the old trees that overhang the tower. Many evil souls have been sent to the afterlife beneath the looming tower and the locals steer well clear of it.
They could see the tower from quite a distance, its dark silhouette splitting the skyline in two. It had been a long hurried walk with the constant fear that there may be more dark warriors following close behind. Ella had kept a fierce pace that the other two had struggled to keep up with and they were both tired. The trio finally came upon Hangman's watch and Ella led them down the small path towards the old tower.
Ella drew her swords and scouted the area. "We are safe for now." she said calmly, then gazed up at the old tower. "Such a violent history this place has." she spoke softly then turned to Taryn and Sarlina. "You may rest for a short while then we must get moving again. The enemy won't be far behind so we must get to the safety of my brother."
Sarlina put her hand on the scroll reassuringly. "Well they won't be getting this." she said defiantly.
Ella laughed in amusement. "Do you really think you can stop them? You would already be dead if I hadn't saved you. I don't think you realise how much trouble that thing is worth!" She shook her head. "Silly girl."
Taryn sided with Ella. "She's right Sarlina, we were nearly killed back there, for that old scroll. I don't see any good coming from it, we should just get rid of it." he proclaimed.
"Exactly!" Ella said. "It should be destroyed."
A look of anger crossed Sarlina's face. She had finally found Haldur's Scroll and revealed its secrets and she believed she could now achieve her dream of a restored Avalonia. Now all that was threatened because of this new upstart warrior.
She looked Ella straight in the face "No!" she snarled. " I will not let you do this. Don't you see, the scroll contains the knowledge of the ancient ones. We can harness their power to restore Avalonia to glory and destroy our enemys."
Ella sighed and shook her head. "I know the legends and I also know that our ancestors left that Scroll as a last resort, only if all else failed. The ancients never really wanted us to use those powers, it is to ourselves that we must look. That is what they would have wanted."
Sarlina laughed " There is no one, we have no hope, it is to magic that we must look." Sarlina gripped the scroll in her hand. " I have the power to restore this land to greatness and its in my hand, why should I risk that for your belief in men?"
Ella drew her sword and pointed towards the distance. "Out there, my brother awaits and with him, a fine group of warriors stand ready and waiting for my cousin to return with his warband. The finest warriors ever assembled in Avalonia are ready to fight for this land and bring peace and prosperity back to its people."
Sarlina smirked "Really now" she scoffed, "It sounds more like a hopeless last stand." she laughed and held the scroll up. "This will restore our land, not your so called war band."
Ella stared at Sarlina for an instant, her face unreadable, then she lowered her head and smiled. "We'll see" she spoke softly.
The three stood there quietly.
Taryn had been watching the confrontation closely and found himself caught between the two. He loved Sarlina, she was his friend since childhood and they had been insepparable. But during these last days he had begun to sense a change in Sarlina and for the first time he felt a distance forming between them. Then there was Ella who he had known for all but a day, yet in that small time he had grown to like very much. She shared the same dreams as him and she had given him hope. For the first time in his life, Taryn felt that maybe things were not all lost, that there were a group of people who were going to change things and fight for what was right. He wanted to be a part of that vision.
He turned to Ella, breaking the silence. "Who is this cousin you talk of?" he asked.
"Artorious" she smiled.
That was the first time Taryn was to hear that name and he looked puzzled. "Can he fight, can he lead?"
Ella nodded. " All that and more she smiled. I would follow him into any hellish dimension and know that I would always return safly with him by my side."
"Is that where we're headed" asked Taryn grimly. "To Hell?"
Ella turned and faced him, drew both her swords then smiled. "Not while I still have these in my hands."
And with that she turned, lifted her cloak's hood over her head and began walking back up the little path. "Time to make a move." she spoke.
Taryn turned to Sarlina. "Lets get going then, the quicker we get to the safety of her brother and his warriors the better."
Sarlina was still angry "This is all a waste of time Taryn, she has it all wrong."
"We don't have a choice" Taryn replyed. "Who knows what is out there following us. At least we can get somewhere safe if we follow Ella."
Sarlina scoffed at that. "Safe? For how long?" She glanced up to where Ella was waiting. "We'll follow her to meet with her brother, learn what we can from them, then slip away. I won't let them destroy this scroll and I trust that you will make the right judgement and follow me out of there." Sarlina placed the scroll back in her pouch and looked at Taryn. " If you care for me as much as I do for you then I know you will make the right decision." she gave him a kiss on the cheek. " Lets get going then."
Whats worse than one beautiful woman? The answer, two beautiful women! Taryn was stuck, drawn to both of them and left knowing that one day he would have to choose. Never an easy task for a young man.
And so the trio left Hangman's Watch and set out towards Darkmire Mill and the knowledge that they would be met by the saftey of Ella's brother and his band of Warriors.
"So we head for Darkmire Mill?" asked Taryn as they set of down the path.
"Yes" replied Ella. "To the safety of my dear brother...Lord Owain."
To be continued...
Back to digital.....
GBRf's 47749 `City of Truro' powers away from a signal check at Lye station with 5Z86 Gloucester - Burton ecs.
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Chicago and Northwestern SD40-2 6904 leads train PRANA around the south leg of the wye at Powers, Michigan, on September 1, 1995.
Ex L&Y A Class 0-6-0 No. 12322 creates an incredible smokestack as it powers through Ramsbottom Sidings, working the 11:20 service between Bury and Rawtenstall on Sunday 18th October 2015, the 2nd day of the ELR 2015 Autumn Steam Gala.
The UP used to be a place where you could go and not have to see a single railfan let alone get them in your shot but for some reason this guy kept following me and photos at the same location I did. I mean it doesn't help that we were riding together but still what gives?? HA
TRADITON AND ANTITRADITION
291. Tradition means a handing over: the handing over of a supertemporal circle of principles here in time.
292. Tradition is the atemporal thrown into temporality.
293. Knowledge of the origin, knowledge of the path, knowledge of the all-transcending, ultimate goal: this is metaphysical realisation.
294. Tradition springs forth from the eternal, points at the eternal, and in the human modality of being represents the aspiration towards the eternal.
295. Metaphysical tradition is at the same time solar and polar: polar for though it appears in the earthly-human sphere, yet it is of heavenly origin and for this reason its origin is not subject to the whirlpool of existence (samsara), it is solar for the powers characteristic of my self-awareness which provide the rule of the auton are present in it.
296. There is only one primordial tradition for there is only one metaphysics, and there is only one metaphysics for there is only one being.
297. Tradition can never be identified simply with metaphysical doctrines or with symbology bearing a doctrinal value, and even less with the archaic documents that present these. Tradition is the total acceptance of a world and the total denial of another.
298. Metaphysically speaking, tradition is nothing other than »remembrance«, and the bearing of the connection with the origin. Modernity, however, is not only the lack of this »remembrance«, but at the same time the denial of this metaphysical »remembrance« and aims at the destruction of every kind of representation of remembrance.
299. The most sinister thing is forever if something subsists, but not truly; this is really much worse than if it disappeared. Since if something does not truly subsist, it will sooner or later come to function as a caricature and antithesis of the original.
[It especially refers to those legitimate traditional, spiritual and initiatory organisations which have maintained their continuity, but whose original features have gradually faded away or turned directly to their opposites.]
This Pipevine Swallowtail must have special powers.
How else could you sit completely motionless, drinking nectar from a flower and still flutter only half your wings?
Super Powers. Just saying.
Amazed at Dauset Trails Nature Center.
“There is no meaning to life except the meaning man gives his life by unfolding of his powers.” (Erich Fromm)
I made more than one questionable decision in my railfan adventures, this is one I really kick myself for. I had just shot the Antoine turn leaving town on the tight curve that leads from the new ore yard to the number 5 and 6 ore yards in Escanaba when this Escanaba-Powers turn crept around the corner right on his tail. The GP30's sometimes turned up in Escanaba when power was tight but this was my only one to ever catch moving on a train. Common sense would say I should have followed this job and the Antoine turn to Powers at least, but nope I choose to head toward Partridge because there was at least 3 loads coming down that afternoon. Probably one of my poorer decisions!
Not sure it it’s because it’s like wearing a duvet or it has magic powers to make me feel 100% feminine
Harry Power, last of Australia’s infamous bushrangers, was captured at his hideout on 5 June 1870. Today it’s a popular spot to visit both for the superb view of the King Valley 300 metres or so below and for its part in Australian bushranger history and its connection with Ned Kelly, in particular.
A perfect excuse to stretch the legs halfway between Mansfield and the wineries of the King Valley. Pack a picnic or take a thermos for a warm cup while you overlook the valley and imagine life as a bushranger.
i really like this. the blue paint on the side isnt photoshopped by the way. we're having work done on the house.
Detail of "Love Letter to Brooklyn," by Steve Powers. (steveespopowers on Instagram.) Downtown Brooklyn.
Aston Martin One-77
Paris, Ile-de-France, France
Camera : Sony Nex-7
Lens : SEL 18-55 mm F3,5-5,6
My first One-77, the buildings of Paris are just beautiful!!
My fiftieth upload for you!!
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Slowly putting them back together after selling off my collection years ago. I don't plan on going all-in. Probably just the Satellite JLA and a couple others. Maybe the Forth World stuff.
Hawkman and Green Lantern are the latest additions here. I have Shazam and Firestorm as well only the Big Red Cheese needs a cape and Firestorm I have to restore a little; his yellow has yellowed...
Officially the Empire is at peace. Having rescinded a portion of the executive powers granted to him by the Senate during the height of the Clone Wars, the Emperor lacks full command over the Imperial military and thus is restricted in what actions he can take.....officially.
Unofficially, the Empire continues to expand its military by arming trained Imperial commandoes that have since 'defected' from the Empire. With the Senate unable to monitor or control these renegades, Palpatine often has them perform tasks to help benefit his claims of requiring complete control over all Imperial matters.
Through his aide Hassan, the Emperor often has these agents strike at his political opponents as well as targeting worlds that refuse to submit to Imperial rule. It is a mystery as to how many within Imperial ranks know of the renegades, though some members of the senate are slowly starting to believe that they may actually be tools for the Emperor, instead of the traitors they claim to be...
(Left to right):
Quartermaster Wilson Marquee - Formerly a Republic black market dealer, who specialised in smuggling state of the art arms to rebellions on Separatist worlds. Quartermaster Marquee soon found himself being placed in charge of the Empire's relief convoy, intended to provide aid and technology to worlds that had been devastated by the Clone War. Instead, in secret, his personal Arquitens-class light cruiser 'The Herald' also acts as a mobile resupply point for the Renegades.
Often the Imperial Security Bureau (ISB) will conceal advanced weaponry abroad the Herald in order to aid the Renegades in assignments given to them by the Emperor. The Imperial military may be under intense scrutiny from the Imperial Senate, but no-one dares look twice at an aid convoy.
Lieutenant Aryn Hark - A child of Onderon who fought alongside the Gerrera siblings in the Clone War, Aryn is one of the first in a line of new Imperial commandoes to be trained rather than bred for combat. With the need for a grand army all but gone, the Empire has slowly found itself moving more towards recruitment of Imperial citizens than the creation of more clone troopers. Notably the first female to successfully achieve the rank of Imperial commando, Aryn had often found herself at odds with the former clone commandoes but that hasn't stopped her from making her mark. She currently holds the title as possibly the finest sniper the Empire has ever known.
Though her official status within the Empire is traitor, her devotion to the New Order is unquestionable and she has been known to torture Imperial citizens who dare to speak poorly of their Emperor.
Captain Hagen Marsk - Born on the agricultural world of Stewjon, Hagen is the only member of the Renegades to have formerly served the Republic prior to its transformation into the Galactic Empire. As a reward for his bravery, Hagen was personally commended by the Emperor for his service in the Republic Volunteer Corps (RVC) during the latter part of the Clone War. As part of this commendation, the Emperor offered Hagen the opportunity to be trained by Republic commandoes to become the first generation of special forces for the Empire.
Having surrendered the idea of returning to Stewjon in the near future, Hagen covertly ensures that the majority of his payment is transferred to his father's bank account, in the hopes that the old man can live out the rest of his days in relative luxury. Having the longest service record of his peers, Hagen was granted the rank of Captain and currently holds command over the Renegades. This title often results in him being the point of contact for Hassan, the Emperor's aide.
Lieutenant Marco Hijark - The youngest member of the Renegades, Marco hails from the streets of Coruscant having spent most of his life pickpocketing those who dared to venture down to level 1313. It wouldn't be until six months before the declaration of the New Order that the Coruscant police force would finally detain him. With members of the Republic senate soon finding themselves under greater threat from the Separatist alliance, Hijark was offered enrolment into the Senate guard program to become a trained guard for Senator Bail Organa.
With the deactivation of the droid army and the end of the Clone War, Marco son found himself transferred to a new program. The Imperial commando program. Due to his time living on the streets of Coruscant, Marco has often developed a habit of stealing possessions from targets assigned to the Renegades by the Imperial Security Bureau. Much to the dismay of his commanding officer, Hagan.
Flight Lieutenant Karhl Mar - Republic relief supplier, turned special forces pilot. Karhl worked directly with Wilson Marquee during the height of the Clone War, often helping to smuggle him onto restricted worlds and arm rebel factions. It was thanks to these talents that Mar was awarded a prototype Theta-class T-2c shuttle armed with an experimental cloaking device to help the Renegades infiltrate worlds undetected. Though the stealth drive has been known to be temperamental, Mar has made it his business to terminate anyone who is able to catch a glimpse of his shuttle as it engages its cloaking device.
Due to his long history with Quartermaster Marquee, Flight Lieutenant Mar is known to often frequent the Marquee household on Cymoon 4 where the pair often share tales of infamous the Clone War...
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Austin Powers
IÉ locomotive 216 in its short-lived green undercoat livery, powers past Stacumny Bridge between Adamstown and Hazelhatch with the North Wall to Ballina IWT liner train, 8th July 2016.
70 809 powers away from Nottingham, after a change of driver, working 6M57, the 07.01 from Lindsey Oil Refinery to Kingsbury.
Cross Country unit 170 106 will shortly depart with train 1V07, the 10.06 to Gloucester.
It certainly wasn't my intention a couple of hours earlier to get this photograph, or indeed travel to Nottingham, as I was booked to travel on the 08.00 LNER service from Kings Cross as far as York! Unfortunately however there had been a fatality near Stevenage, so I quickly made my way to St Pancras with the intention of travelling to Sheffield on the 08.03 service. Damaged overhead wire problems though on the Midland Main Line meant that East Midlands Railway were running a reduced service and this particular Sheffield service was a non-runner.
Just wanting to get on the move I opted for the 08.06 train to Nottingham, where I had around 25 minutes to take this photo, pop to the Gents and get a cup of coffee, before a two hour journey to Leeds on a Northern service via Sheffield and Barnsley. At Leeds I only had fifteen minutes to wait for a direct Northern service to York, which I just managed to get thanks to a last minute change of platform - platform 11D to platform 12D is a long way via the station footbridge!
Arrival at York was around 1 o'clock, where it was straight into The York Tap for a couple of pints!
With only a handful of Freightliner General Electrics remaining in traffic it was a very pleasant surprise to catch one on the Scotch liner this morning. Not only that but it was very well loaded too!
Powers House built in1854, back when there were no roads. Elson & Mary Powers raised eight children here.
Planet effect done with GIMP
Always a tedious matter when certain powers cross paths...
Visit this location at Retro*Trek! at SciFi Con 13 in Second Life
So here we go again! Another fun entry of 'Andrew reads old-as-dirt comic books', an ongoing series! :P
The story starts off with this scrub of a college-football-playing science nerd trying to take Joan (no last name because she was a fictional woman in the 40's) on a date. She then turns him down by saying that he sucks and she's already taken.
So Jay is all like, “Yeah good point, I'm gonna work extra hard today instead” so he goes to the field and still sucks, then he later goes to his science class and falls asleep on the job waking up at three thirty in the morning because he was waiting on separating the elements of hard water... yeah idk man.
Anyway, like a doofus, he lights up a cigarette in the lab to take a break, leans his back onto his desk, and ends up knocking all of those elements onto the floor, leading the fumes to cause him to pass out.
So he's found later by his professor, who rushes him to a hospital where he stay's unconscious for a few weeks. Then there's a few panels of unsupported scientific exposition of two scientists talking out their asses about how Hard Water is a real thing and it gives people super speed if Jay EVEN SURVIVES (dun dun dun)
But meanwhile in the other room Jay is up and about and he just happens to see Joan No-Last-Name walking outside the window and Jay's all like “Holy hard water it's that chick who said no to me!” and then without realizing it, he zips outside in... you guessed it... a flash (whomp whomp)
Outside Joan is all like “Woah where did you come from, also I'm going to the library” to which Jay is all like “nbd dude, I got you” and he zips over to the library and harasses a lady to stamp the book Joan wants.
Jay's then back in a jiff and Joan is all like “what the heck man” to which Jay responds with, and I kid you not “It scares me. I'm just a freak of science. Anyhow, will you go on that dance with me now?”
Despite all the red-flags, Joan says yes because this was the 40s... oof.
Later at the football field Jay is all like “put me in coach” and the coach is all like “fine I guess, btw you suck Jay” and then like Andrew Garfield in The Amazing Spider-Man 1, uses his powers like an idiot in front of hundreds of people in the stadium.
Apparently there's no repercussions over it and no one else remembers this at all because the next few panels are of Jay graduating college and reading the newspaper about some crooks doing some crime stuff.
Later Joan shows up at Jay's place and watches him play tennis with himself and is all like “hey man, my Dad's been kidnapped, could you like help maybe?” Then as they're chatting, a drive-by shooter fires off a shot at Joan, to which Jay saves the day by catching the bullet mid-air!
Cut to the shooter walking into his hideout being like “Yeah guys she'd dead I shot her, no way anybody else could have caught a bullet and saved her, anyway how's her Dad doing in the mirror torture room we tossed him in?”
Cut to Dad-Joan who's like “gah my eyes too many mirrors! Btw I'm still not telling you my secrets to my Atomic Bombarder! Gah! Mirrors! Gasp!”
The crook is all like “hmm maybe if I go get Joan's body we can get some info” so like an idiot he returns to the crime scene, bumps into Jay, asks were the dead girl is, and Jay is all like “Huh... he knows something about something...” Then Joan comes out is all “Hello shady stranger, I'm Joan and I'm very alive!” Then the dude is all like “Uh yeah peace out” and bails.
So Jay trails him back to the bad guy lair penthouse place and is like “He crooks, stop your crime! Also it's me The Flash and I have a cool costume now!” and then he catches some more bullets, finds Mr Atomic JoanDad and hightails it out of there to drop him off at home before going back to the bad guy mansion again later.
(are you all ready for this to be over because I sure am)
Anyway he hides behind a curtain and overhears their entire plan to take a fighter plane out and shoot everybody on Coney Island while also kidnapping Joan and DadJoan again (this time v quietly)
Naturally Jay is like, not on your life! (but instead of stopping it right then and there) he waits till the attack the next day and shows off a spectacle of powers, catching all the bullets from the plane's machine gun, then zipping across town to stop the kidnapping. Then after killing his partners, one of the bad guy's gets away in a new extra fast getaway car that's SO fast that he can't control how fast it is when taking a tight cliff-side turn because Jay spooked him because he was just that fast.
Get it guys? He's the flash! He goes quick! He's speedy! So swift! Wow!
Anyway, the goon goes over the edge in his car, and Jay doesn't even attempt to save him, but instead beats the car to the bottom of the ravine to gloat about how he stopped the goons as the car comes to a smoldering halt. Classic hero work.
Then the last three panels (because there wasn't enough story already) Mr Joan is all like “man that Flash guy... wonder who he is under that helmet... he wasn't even wearing a mask or anything! I'm just stumped Jay! Who could he be?!”
To which Joan is all “idk Dad, oh by the way Garrick, you killed a man and your secret is safe with me! *wink*!”
Geez, Gardner Fox was a wordy guy...
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