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For this weeks Feathery Friday theme-birds looking straight into the camera-no coyness for us this week
Starting around noon EST-see you there!
Put in at boat-ramp of Lamoureax park, Cornwall Ontario. Our first paddle April 6. We had perfect conditions: 10 degrees celcius, sunny, calm. The only problem was river access because there's still a lot of shore ice. The only open water on the St. Lawrence is where there's current. Here at the boat ramp at Lamoureuaux park Cornwall downstream from the powerdam the current by the shore is about 2-3 knots, in the center of the channel about double. The water temperature is just above freezing. Fall in and your dead from hypothermia in 15 minutes (unless you have drysuits).
My favourite shot from the event...Neil Bodens 50017 in original NSE livery looking and sounding superb on mark 1 stock as it exits the tunnel by the rifle range on approach to Bewdley SVR ,BIG thanks to all involved with this event not only puts SVR on the map as ever but the bringing together of so many like minded people preserving our railway history for all of us to enjoy and thank you just doesnt say it enough to all those involved...
taken in hexhamshire northumberland
used lee 0.6 hard grad
This photo was taken at the end of October 2012 not in March as per the EXIF data. I clearly haven't put the right date into my camera! never seen snow in October before even in Northumberland but it paved the way to some beautiful light and enabled me to get some lovely shots of which this is one. Rare to see haybales in snow as they are usually inside before the first snow fall of winter. Pleased I woke up early and braved the cold!
I had hoped to photograph a tube station today but rain that has persisted all day put an end to that - did not feel like getting wet! So it is another button shot for today.
Als je sommige Flickr accounts mag geloven dan is Nederland het Hollywood van Europa. Altijd zon, beter nog dan wat de reisreclames je beloven als je naar Turkije, Egypte of de Maledieven gaat. Maar dat is natuurlijk onzin.
Neem nou vandaag..... Prutweer van 's morgens vroeg tot na zonsondergang. De hele dag regen, grijs grijs grijs en sinds anderhalf uur zelfs sneeuw. Bepaald geen weer voor de "advertentie-plaatjes", maar wel ideale omstandigheden voor een real life photo.
In dit geval passeerde trein 661 station Putten met de DDZ's 7511 en 7507. Op de voorkant zit al een klein pakketje sneeuw. Het beeld van de trein wordt vertroebeld door de vallende sneeuwvlokken. Voor mij een sfeerplaatje zoals je die maar een enkele keer per jaar kunt maken.
Maar de ijskoude vingers zijn het wachten meer dan waard.
Put all you have in a room
All you love
All you need
All you`ve paid for
All you`ve worked for
All you`ve prayed for
Now lock the room and run!
De Jules is echt wel een van mijn favoriete treintjes in Nederland. Als ik weet dat hij langs komt, en ik heb tijd, dan pak ik mijn camera er wel bij. Vanavond hoopte ik hem te kunnen pakken tijdens het blauwe uurtje, maar daarvoor was het nét te laat. Toch ben ik ook blij met deze foto van de Jules-by-night.
Freshly painted in EWS colours, and with a uniform WCRC rake behind, 37250 growls away from Oakworth with the 08.30 Keighley to Oxenhope
Het was de bedoeling dat deze DDZ door een 1700 lok van Arnhem Goederen naar Onnen zou worden gesleept, maar er was geen 1700 lok meer beschikbaar voor deze klus. En dus werd er een Traxx ingezet om het stel te slepen.
De rit vertrok als 93203 vanuit Ahgons, via Ah en Db naar Ut. Daar werd de trein omgenummerd naar treinnummer 93204 van Ut, via Amf naar Hde. Na een korte stop reed de trein het laatste stuk onder nummer 93205 van Hde, via Zl naar On.
Na zijn lading te hebben gedropt kwam de lok in z'n eentje retour via Putten, om te eindigen in de Watergraafsmeer.
This week, we finally put up a sunsail that I had bought to use as a cat hammock! It is triangular; we tied it between 3 trees. I can see that it will sag rapidly so we are going to have to tighten it up! Some of the cats were interested, and some- just suspicious or ignored it! ALL that work! But Tinker, Al, and Mac did find it pretty cool!
I can see that all our big climb-on toys we have in the yard for the cats really need scrubbing! Spring work in the yard is never done.
This put me in mind of the poem we all learnt as a child:
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.
John Masefield
And then, of course, I couldn't help remembering Spike MIlligan's version:
I must go down to the sea again,
to the lonely sea and the sky;
I left my shoes and socks there -
I wonder if they're dry?
Na het kopmaken in Putten (zie vorige foto) kwam de zwarte ICNG ook weer terug onder de traverse door. Uiteraard daar ook maar een plaatje van gemaakt.
I guess I should have stayed put. I poked my head out onto the back deck of the rental cabin and decided something was happening, so, I drove over to the Lake Blue Ridge Dam. It has a “day use” area that has a view almost-East. But it was fogged in. I did what I could but I never saw a hint of the sunrise. So, I drove back the the cabin to pack up for home. Just about the time I got there, the whole world turned gold. And when I made it to that back porch I’d left an hour earlier, this view was waiting on me. All the lake junk that ruins the view (boat houses, other houses, docks, etc., etc.) were hidden in the silhouettes of the trees.
By the way, fellow photographers and cabin-rental owners: When I’m looking for a cabin to rent (or a hotel, or a State Park lodge, or anything) I’m looking for a view of the sunrise. I realize it’s a niche market but — if you know of one — there are others looking for it.
Non-photographers don’t know what a “great view” is. It’s not looking through the trees, or wires or anything. It’s clear of obstructions (like the tree on the right here) and without lights, water towers, cell phone towers and all the other signs of civilization. You might have “a view” for normal human eyeballs but a “great view” for photography is something different. And if you have one, it’s worth money. Just sayin’.
One day, there will be a Photography Park. It will be like balloon festivals. People will wonder why we didn’t think of it sooner. And everybody will have one — lesser than the one in Albuquerque. (You should ask ChatGPT about that story.)
Nikon D7500 — Nikon 18-300mm F6.3 ED VR
70mm
F8@1/1,600th
ISO 400
DSC_7705.JPG
©Don Brown 2025
so i had this idea...
the stay at home order was still somewhat new and my tree was starting to bloom. i had this vision of spending the month of april doing double exposures and putting dogwood blooms on everything. selfies with dogwood, conor with dogwood, whatever the hell i was looking at - with dogwood. i was bored and i needed something to entertain myself with. the idea made me laugh. i wanted to get totally ridiculous with it. but also, it could be really f'n cool if it worked out.
it totally did Not work out. haha. but i'll show you a few...cause it's definitely part of my 'life in 2020'.
i'm not really sure what happened, because i initially did the double exposures in b&w and they came out exactly how i wanted, i just didn't like the image. but in color, the selfie portion got completely lost in the tree. i would do it over, except that i lost interest in the idea by the time i got the film back, and the blooms are starting to fall off now anyway...
this is me reading Untamed. i think every girl in america bought this book last month. if you missed it, you should probably go get it... besides being a great writer, she's born the same year as me and sober, so i give her two very big thumbs up. ..."what the world needs is masses of women who are entirely out of control." -glennon doyle
Al een paar dagen achter elkaar maakt een ICNG op steeds hetzelfde tijdstip een testrit door Putten. Vandaag maar eens de camera erbij gepakt, en het was weer raak. Stel 3116 passeert hier station Putten, op weg naar Zwolle, als trein 91340. Wedden dat hij er morgen weer is?!
De 7178 is de nieuwste loc, maar toch heel oud. Op 17 december 1993 treed deze loc in dienst bij NS als krachtbron voor de DDAR. Maar eind 1997 wordt hij omgebouwd om ICR rijtuigen mee te kunnen trekken, en ook trekt hij nog even Sandite treinen. De laatste jaren van zijn NS-carrière mag de 1778 in Noord-Holland DDM-1's trekken waarna de loc op 12 december 2019 zijn laatste reizigerstrein trekt.
Eind 2020 wordt bekend dat VolkerRail de 1778 van NS heeft gekocht, en op 12 januari 2021 wordt de loc in zijn nieuwe kleurenschema gepresenteerd. Het oude NS nummer 1778 is daarbij met een knipoog omgetoverd naar 7178.
Sinds die tijd worden de nodige instructieritten gereden, en tijdens zo'n klus passeerde deze loc op 20 maart 2021 voor de eerste keer door Putten. Precies een week later kon ik deze foto maken tijdens een tweede passage, als trein 95007. Met een stukje nabewerking zie je op de foto een ouderwets korrelige zwart-wit achtergrond, met daarvoor de moderne digitaal gefotografeerde 7178.
Credits voor de levensloop gaan naar RailWiki, de bewerking is voor mijn eigen rekening.
It's a rainy day today! So Snoopy put on his rain gear and braved the inclement weather.
😍 Such a brave beagle!! 😍
This Snoopy is so dear to me. In Japanese colleges there are always many clubs to join, and I was in the Business Club. It was for business students and, being quite creative, we called it the 'Business Club'.
On my birthday the other members of the club surprised me with this delightful 18" plush Snoopy and a set of rain gear!
The cap says "Let It Rain" while the back of the jacket has a drawing of Snoopy and Woodstock using umbrellas.
This Snoopy was with me at college, at my home in Japan, and remains by my side in the U.S. He's definitely not a 'fair weather friend', but brings me cheer on the gloomiest days. 😊
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
In our toy collecting, plush is not a strong point and that remains true for our Peanuts collection. The 2001 'Many Lives of Snoopy' series from McDonald's Japan is a plush series that we featured from 2020-2021. Because each plush figure was themed, it was easy to create specific scenes.
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/49369942706/
Also, in Japan we did pick up a nice series of small plush, about 16mm. These plush seem to have the same origin though there are different tags. The Law Label (The label that is sewn to plush toys containing copyright and materials information.) always has 'Peanuts' and a copyright for United Feature Syndicate. The cardboard tag labels vary with many carrying the 'RM' label. All of the plush were manufactured in Hong Kong. So, we think a Japanese company (Perhaps Nakajima Corporation) manufactured these and released them to various distributors.
Most of these plush have no distinguishing themes or names but rather standard figures released in a variety of colors. We've photographed a couple from this series here:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/54393731518/
And here:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/53579825200/
So, rather than creating scenes with stories, we decided to feature these lovely plush among the Peanuts collection and provide some fun information.
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Peanuts
Snoopy Plush
18" Plush
United Feature
Korea
Peanuts
Snoopy Rain Gear
"Let It Rain"
United Feature
Hong Kong
Put the kids down, grab a toddy and the camera and head out for some night images.
Images and photographers that inspire me: My Galleries
As neuroses go, it's probably not among the most damaging that a poor tortured soul might have to endure. In fact, considering everything that ails humankind these days I probably shouldn't mention it at all. But here's the thing. I hate my name. Always have done since I was old enough to master all three syllables. And don't tell me it's a nice name. It doesn't matter whether you think it is or not, because as the person who has to live with it, it's on my birth certificate, my driving licence and my passports (both British and Irish) and I detest it with a passion. During the early years of my working life I'd give my name to somebody over the phone and then have to spell out every single letter. One builder whose accounts I was given to work on called me “Sebastian” instead. Which sounded quite ridiculous in a West Cornwall accent. He thought it was hilarious, and he was the customer so I had to grin politely and put up with it. Whenever I say my name it sounds as if I'm a very minor member of the aristocracy. An impoverished fourth son of the baron of a dried up salt marsh who stopped receiving invitations to an audience with the king in the early 1950’s. Nowadays, only people who've known me forever call me Dominic. Generally speaking that's my parents, although my sister often slips into it. She's also had three syllables dumped on her. Rebecca, but only Mum, who remains insistent on this nonsense, calls her that. Everyone else has always called her Becky. My brother is kinder and calls me Dom unless he's in a playful mood and wants to annoy me. As you’ll read later, he got away lightly.
I dropped the “inic” many years ago and anyone who has come into my orbit over the last twenty years simply knows me as Dom. My closest friends only know me as Dom, because that's what I told them my name was when I met them for the first time. “Dom” I can deal with, even though it's often misheard as John or Tom, or mistyped as Don. Once in Barcelona I told the waitress I was “Domingo.” It was the only way to avoid confusion. As for “Dominic,” hardly anyone could spell that correctly. There'd be a K on the end, or two many O's and not enough ‘I's. Or all of those things. One secretary where I worked in my twenties always called me Dominique. Spelt it that way on Christmas cards too. Even though I love France, I'm not French. In the same workplace, an IT consultant spent a few weeks with us and was introduced to me as Nic. It was only when he had to put his full name on a form that I realised we had the same first name. He obviously hated Dominic too, but had been rather more inventive than me at throwing the nomenclature pedants off the scent. Why hadn't I thought of Nic? That would have been much better. Although I suppose everyone would still have added a K on the end. Later on, a cleaner who was hovering on the brink of retirement became convinced my name was Duncan. “Alright Duncan?” she’d chirp squeakily as she came in to empty the bins at the end of each day. I’ve really no idea where she’d got Duncan from, and before long, it was too late to disabuse her. To her, I’d always be Duncan. My colleagues loved this. As for my surname, don't even go there. It's Haughton, not Houghton or Horton or any similar version of events. Hardly anyone gets that right first time. Almost everyone says it wrong too. Even people who've known me for years pronounce it wrongly. I've been on many adventures with Lee, and he still pronounces it Howton. But it's Horton. Spelt Haughton. With an A and only one O, and definitely no R's. Keeping up? Can you see why it drives me around the bend? Told you it was a pain to live with. I've been dealing with this for nearly sixty flipping years!
Three syllables for goodness sake. Nobody needs three syllables in a forename. It's one too many. When I was four and a half, my brother came along. I was not impressed at having to share my parents with anyone else, and to add insult to injury they called him David. Why couldn't I have been called David, like David was? I protested bitterly and begged our parents to call me David too, but they heartlessly ignored me. I was stuck with Dominic, no matter how much I detested those three syllables. And he can be abbreviated to Dave. Everyone hears and spells Dave correctly. Nobody says, “come again, was that Wade?” Or “pleased to meet you Gabe!” You couldn't possibly get it wrong.
“So why bring all of this up now?” is a question you might be asking. Well at the time of writing, and after a few days in Cork catching up with my family, I'm on the west coast of Ireland, on the Dingle Peninsula in Kerry to be exact. Kerry. That’s another name you can’t really get wrong. Staying in a cottage where the host greeted me as Dom. “A good place to write,” as my cousin Fiona pointed out. She's the only one of eight siblings with a triple syllable by the way. But really, Fiona is more like two and a bit as you can merge the vowels almost seamlessly. All eight of my Irish cousins, and my aunt and uncle, being among the people who've known me longest on this planet, call me Dominic, pretty much without exception. I've been Dominic for four days now. But the strange thing is, I don't mind it so much when they say it. Something about the easy stretching of the vowels and the gentle Cork lilt that makes me sound like the strange Cornish cousin that I am, rather than the landed gentry at the big house in Midleton where my Great Grandfather worked as head gardener over a hundred years ago. They all have that same twinkle about them that Grandad did too. But when you breathe in a landscape like this on a daily basis, it’s no wonder really. It’s a rare place this.
I'm here today and tomorrow, and then I'm back to Cork where I'll become Dominic again for a couple of days until I land back in Cornwall early next week. When I’m home, I’ll be Dom - so don’t get any ideas. Not unless you’re Irish that is. Especially if you’re from Cork. Then, just maybe, I might just let you get away with it without pulling a face that tells you what I really think about those three dreaded syllables.
I put out some sugar water and fruit out for the wasps and have been having fun observing their antics. There have been many skirmishes when one approaches another too closely! Nearly as funny as the wrestling on TV! LOL. I managed to get a couple of shots but it is all over in a flash! This one nearly lept out of the frame! You can see the shadow of the attacker.
Vespa vulgaris
Large is nice
Explore 13/9/09
I saw this sweet Bumblebee coming out of a waterlily and had hard time getting out the water, I noticed after unsuccessful attempt to fly that one of the wings was glued to the side, my guess is the nectar from the lilies is like syrup, I put her on a flower to dry.
No sting! I still trust them:-)))
*Flight of the bumble bee - Dimitris Kotronakis, guitar
put away the beeps, the vibrates, the rings
just wade into the tide and hear the earth sing
enjoy the day, my peeps !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I put out the camera and allowed it to absorb some light while staying inside, playing cards.
White dots, not displaying any trail, are geosynchronous satellites.
Er was al een tijdje sprake van dat er een eind zou komen aan het gebruik van TCS 1700's voor de Coevorden Shuttle. Gisteren zou de laatste rit met zo'n blauw werkpaard ervoor hebben plaatsgevonden, en vanavond zou de terugweg plaatsvinden met zijn plaatsvervanger.
Maar voor de terugweg leek nog geen lok gesteld te zijn, totdat zojuist trein 50222 zich aandiende met een losse lok. Groot was mijn verrassing en blijdschap toen zich om 16:21 uur een oude bekende liet zien. De rode 9902 van RXP.
Dus wéér een oude NS 1600 !
Na de 1835 / E-01 van de Bentheimer Eisenbahn, en de 101001-serie van TCS nu dus de 9902 van RailExperts. De 9902 ging tot enkele jaren terug door het leven als de 1616 van DB, en daarvoor als de 1616 van NS. En in de verschijning van DB was deze lok een vaste waarde op de Veluwelijn bij het vervoer van de Dolime.
Welkom terug !
Na de foto van vanmiddag hier nog een foto van de avondrit. Gewoon, omdat het zo'n mooi treintje is. Deze foto is van precies de andere kant genomen, want op de achtergrond zie je het plekje van waar ik de eerste foto nam.
Part of my unpublished shots in Remember Me. The rest (and one more tomorrow): imgur.com/a/L7NaK
New Blade Runner really put me in the mind of the atmosphere it had.
Put the Lensbaby double glass optic in the Lensbaby Scout no aperture ring and put the macro filter 4x on the optic. All this was on the Canon EOS 1DS Mark III. It was pouring rain out this morning when I took this so had an umbrella over my shoulder and thought I would see what I could capture on a rainy day. Reszied and edited (Kodachrome preset and upped the exposure just a tad.) ISO was 100. in ON1 Photo Raw 2021.
Even on a rainy day there is something to photograph.
Vandaag ga ik nog maar even wat extra aandacht aan de SNG's besteden die nog met een blauwe neus rond rijden. Per vandaag zijn er nog maar 48 SNG's met een blauwe neus, tegen 142 gele neusjes. De kans dat je er twee in één beeld gaat vangen wordt dus met de dag kleiner.
Ik had zojuist mazzel, want vandaag kun je de kruising vangen tussen de 2704 (voorgrond) en 2303 (achtergrond). Door een kering in Amersfoort vanwege de werkzaamheden is de kruising op de terugweg met de 2704 en de 2333. En laten dat nou ook precies twee blauwe zijn. Kansen genoeg dus vandaag !
Op de foto is duidelijk zichtbaar dat de SNG's al hun kasten met apparatuur op het dak hebben staan, in tegenstelling tot alle oude treinen. Vroeger hingen de meeste kasten onder de trein. Op de nieuwe manier raakt de apparatuur bij aanrijdingen op het spoor nu niet meer beschadigd als er een auto of een fiets onder de trein door gaat, of als er stenen opspatten.
Op de foto staat naast het station nog het busje van de Asito schoonmaakdienst. De inforrmatiezuil is deels leeg.
Na het probeerseltje van gisteren was er vandaag weer niet veel meer mogelijk dan klooien met de camera. Donker, grijs en druilerig waren de steekwoorden, opgeluisterd door de Jules. Deze mooie trein heeft altijd mijn aandacht, en dus probeerde ik om er ook onder deze omstandigheden een foto van te maken.
De camera ingesteld op een sluitertijd van 1/40e en een ISO 800, dan weet je dat het geen standaard plaatje gaat worden. Flink meetrekken op een afstand van 10 meter van de voorbij razende trein is eigenlijk een mission impossible, maar ik heb niets te verliezen. Als de foto's uiteindelijk op de computer staan ben ik nog wel blij verrast met één van de plaatjes.
Artsy-fartsy, zullen we maar zeggen......
Roaring Fork Motor Trail, Great Smoky Mountain National Park, Gatlinburg , Tennessee
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