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Remote work day, 09/28/2022, Nashville, TN
Olympus E-P2
LUMIX G VARIO 45-200/F4.0-5.6
ƒ/5.6 200.0 mm 1/200 200
A remote cottage sits on the shores of Loch Lomond in the shadow of Ben Lomond.
The "cottage" is, in fact, the Loch Lomond Sailing Club building :)
This was a shot testing hooking the camera up to the Canon phone app and activating remote control. We got there in the end is all I can say!
The MaK Di8 shunters can be operated away from the cab for shunting manoeuvres etc. A driver is seen operating number 817 remotely. Who wouldn't want one of these as a remote control toy for Christmas?
March 11, 2017.
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Sustenpass/Switzerland
Taken near Cafe Sustenbruggli in Chli Sustli at the eastside of the Sustenpass.
Trying out High key lighting using my strobist kit with my 430 EX flash. Remote trigger.
We had this last night...I guess one of the best tequilla out there.
It's wild, remote and beautiful; it's Wainuiomata Beach, and it's on the south coast of New Zealand's North Island.
Strong, cold Southerly winds sweep straight on to the beach straight from Antarctica, and as a result, the vegetation on the hillside is very stunted...!
Thanks so much for the very kind and encouraging comments beneath this photo...! Your support is very greatly appreciated.
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I bought a remote! :) I took some self-portraits to test it out and I think I'm happy with it!
I feel like venting so let's begin.
Top 3 Pet Peeves:
1) LIES. Honesty is the number one quality I look for in all people. If you're dishonest, expect me to keep you at bay. If you lie to me, I guarantee it will be a struggle for me to get over and things might never be the same. Take that as a warning. Lies are stupid; just don't do it.
2) Being judged before people get to know me. I don't always make the best first impressions. I can be shy, awkward, and even moody if you catch me at a bad time. As a general rule, I tend to be most outgoing around outgoing people. I can honestly say that I don't dislike anyone. I'll never intentionally do you wrong and I'll try to be the best person I can be.
3) Finding out through a third party that someone was criticizing me behind my back. If you have something to say about me, good or bad, say it to me directly. I'll respect you more that way. It's also less hurtful.
So I realized this doesn't suit my picture at all... haha! I'm happy, just kind of frustrated.
High on the sea lashed cliffs a little south of Portpatrick, perch the atmospheric ruins of Dunsky Castle. This rocky promontory has been a fortified stronghold way back into history, maybe as far back as the Iron Age.
According to the Book of Leinster, the former name for Portpatrick was Port Rig (Portree), meaning the Port of the King and a strong candidate for the location of Rerigonium, the lost royal town of the Novantae named by Ptolemy in his 2nd century map of Britain.
During the medieval period, a castle has stood on this spot since at least the 14th century, built by the Adairs of Kinhilt. This castle was attacked and burnt in 1489 by McCulloch of Myrton in retaliation for the murder of Dionysius of Hamilton by William Adair of Dunskey.
The current tower house was rebuilt by the Adairs in 1510, which they inhabited until 1620, when it was sold to Hugh Montgomery, 1st Viscount Montgomery. He extended the castle before it passed to the Blair family in 1648, but by the end of the 17th Century it had been abandoned and was already a ruin.
In keeping with the castle’s sinister appearance, tales of dark deeds carried out within its walls abound. The abbot of Soulseat Abbey was imprisoned and tortured in the castle to force him to sign away the abbey lands. The castle is said to also be the home of a brownie known as the Hairy Man.
A story, said to date from the 14th century tells of how the castle was occupied by the cruel Walter de Curry, who took offence to an outspoken Irish piper that he had taken prisoner and forced into service as a minstrel and jester. The piper was thrown into the castle dungeons, where he was left to starve, but found his way into a secret passageway that lead to a cave on the shore. The cliffs here are steep and high, preventing his escape and he died a slow and lingering death. His ghost is said to still march back and forth along the passage from where the skirl of his pipes can be heard above the crashing of the waves.
Another ghost, that of a nurse maid who accidentally dropped a baby from one of the windows onto the rocks below, is said to also haunt this place. Consumed by guilt, she followed her charge and threw herself from the cliffs.
These crumbling cliff top ruins are certainly romantic and if you are going to encounter a spectre or a brownie, this would be as good a place as any.
A cable layer, the Nkt Victoria seven miles from the north east coast at South Shields en route Sunderland to Blyth.
Commentary.
The sun catches the rocky headlands guarding the entrance to the awesome sea-loch, Loch Nevis.
I was trundling my way across the Sound of Sleat on my journey from the mainland at Mallaig, to Armadale
on the Sleat Peninsula, part of the wondrous Isle of Skye.
Nevis twists north, then south and finally east, where it narrows to under a quarter of a mile wide, from a maximum of four miles, at its mouth.
It is not absurd to suggest that this terrain represents one of the wildest, most remote and isolated in Caledonia and the United Kingdom.
To the left (north) is Knoydart, the “Rough Bounds.”
To the right (south) is North Morar.
Both are only accessible by foot or boat.
There are no metalled roads within an area exceeding a hundred square miles.
They are truly rugged, remote, untamed and aloof to the influence of humanity.
Starkly untouched, rocky, bare but spartanly pristine, unspoiled, natural wildernesses.
Their raw, unsophisticated beauty rakes at your psyche, your soul, your spirit.
But in this “other world” you find your real self because refinement and urbanity has been stripped away in the face of precipitous rock and Sgurr na Ciche, 1,020 metres.
This pyramidal peak, just right of centre is a sentinel,
an icon, a landmark for 20-50 miles in all directions, in this land of raw, unbridled beauty.
Even in this shot it lies beyond the far eastern end of Loch Nevis, twenty miles away in this image.
Should you wish to be “far from the madding crowd,” come here, to the mountains, to the eternal thrones of the Gods.
This is God’s Garden. It is a rocky one. Walk with him.
See your real self in the mountain pool, not the work-place window.
Photo shoot on the banks of the River Dalyan in Turkey.
LED light emitting poi create these swirling light trails while electronic strobe on stands illuminate Miss Shirley. Camera and flash fired by remote triggers. The trick is in balancing the light sources, aperture, shutter speed and ISO.
Part of my "Liquid Light" series.
Runners compete in the 2013 Marine Corps Marathon Forward at Camp Leatherneck, Afghanistan Oct. 27. More than 300 runners participated in this year's marathon. This is the fifth year a satellite marathon has been held at Camp Leatherneck.
(U.S. Marine Corps photo by Sgt. Bobby J. Yarbrough/Released)
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The Plaxton Derwent bodied Tyne Valley bus behind had transported me from Hexham to here at Bellingham and now that dubious looking thing in front belonging to Northern Garage was to transport me on to Kielder. July 1983.
tomorrow, Thomas will get a haircut. Will he grow smaller?
btw: he's sticking his tongue out. it's not me
(Best seen large. you'll have a laugh)
When Theodore Roosevelt went to Dakota Territory to hunt bison in 1883, he was a skinny, young, spectacled New Yorker. His adventures in this beautifully remote and unfamiliar landscape forever altered his perspective. The rugged landscape and abundant wildlife he found in North Dakota helped to shape a conservation policy that would one day help lead to the creation of the National Park Service, including Yosemite National Park, where he stands in this picture.
Acklam's YX16 ODB has just arrived at Barton-on-Humber Interchange at the end of a rail replacement journey from Cleethorpes, a journey of more than 2 hours due to the remoteness of some of the intermediate stations. It is an Alexander Dennis Enviro400, new in 2016.
On the left, Stagecoach East Midlands 27196, an Alexander Dennis Enviro300, is waiting to depart to Scunthorpe on the Humber Fastcat service from Hull.
Yellowknife Remote Beauty.
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Hello everyone!
I´m really happy to present you my next MOC, the Milka truck, which is my 6th remote controlled vehicle at minifig scale! I have built it between December 2018 and March 2019. I have already shown it on two Lego events in Germany, there is an article about it on Zusammengebaut and there is a video on Youtube, in which I am interviewed. It is in German, so if you understand it, it is worth to watch it! Unfortunately I have found only now the time to make an own video and some pictures.
The video is a new record from me. It contains the most visual effects among my other videos. I was very happy during the making of it, because last time I have made only rarely videos. It was nice to spend a time again with the camera. It took a little bit longer, as I planned. Because of the complexity I had to record some parts not only once and it was very time consuming to create some scenes on the computer. I´m really proud of the result, hope you will like it, too.
Till now it is the most simple and most difficult tiny RC from me at the same time. Simple, because the technic costruction inside is very compact. Difficult, because the modelling of the Scania front and the letters of the word “Milka” meant a really big challenge for me.
Now you can find the electric parts just simply near each other in the truck, and the chassis is under the electric parts. It is only 3 studs high. Earlier in the same vehicles you could find 3 pairs of gears, which brought the power from the motor to the wheels. Now it is only 2 pairs. The servo motor for the steering is exactly there, where we need to have it. It can steers the wheels directly, without any long and big construction. The original plane was that I put the receiver or the battery box in the trailer, but finally I found a place for all the parts in the truck. For the chassis I have used a lot of half liftarms and small pieces of rigid hoses. They are very good here, because I can cut them in for example 1 or 1,5 stud long pieces, too. In the truck the battery box is exactly over the driven wheels, so the truck can go very reliable on terrains, which are unfriendly. I mean, it can go up to the pedestrian area in a Lego City and it can destroy everything.
The whole truck contains approx. 1020 parts. Most of the bricks are in the body. You can read the world “Milka” on the sides four times, but all the four sides are different. It is changing, how I could fit the side panels, what kind of other parts they have to hold, or how many place I had in the truck near the motors or the other things. During the designing of the cabin, I was afraid, that it will be ugly with the big white panel on the top, but finally I think, it´s ok.
These are the infos, which I wanted to share you about my newest creation. Hope you like it! :)
This is how you would remote a F3: MD-4 drive, MK-1 speed controller, MF-4 250-exposure back, and ML-2 IR remote controller.
St Peter, Guestwick, Norfolk
This remote village is guarded by a large and curiously arranged church. There isn't another in Norfolk like it. At first sight, it appears that the tower was built on the north side of the chancel, and yet, a closer look tells you that the tower is older than the church. How has this come about?
The tower is that of a vanished church. At one time, it was a cruciform building with a central tower, quite possibly Saxon in origin. You can see the ghost of the vanished chancel arch on the east side of the tower, and that of the tower arch to the west. It may be that there never was a north transept - certainly, that to the south, where the chancel is now, was added in the 12th century. The church was rebuilt in the 15th century immediately to the south of the old one, a typical Perpendicular affair with aisles and a clerestory. The north aisle is on the line of the original nave. The top part of the tower is contemporary with the new church.
At one time you had to get a key to see inside, but now Guestwick church is open to pilgrims and strangers everyday, making it the beating heart of its little community as well as a touchstone down the long Guestwick generations.
Like most East Anglian Perpendicular churches, it underwent a fairly substantial 19th Century restoration, but it is a harmonious interior, full of light, and retaining some old woodwork, although the great nave roof is part of the restoration. The font is 15th century, made new for the new church, and the panels hold old shields with the symbols of some Saints, the Holy Trinity and the Instruments of the Passion.
But the star of the show here is obviously the fine collection of 15th century stained glass. The fragments have been reassembled in two windows in the north aisle, and like the font were probably made for the new church. The figures include most of a feathered angel playing a harp, as well as a fine St Catherine. There are two bishops, one given the head of an old man. Fragments include the head of a Christ Child and the arm and staff of the St Christopher who is carrying him. The are the two hands of an infant Christ as Salvatore Mundi, one holding an orb. An ugly head wearing a cowl was probably intended by our anti-semitic forebears as a jew at the flagellation or crucifixion of Christ.
This medieval splendour must not distract us from the fact that Guestwick has that rarest of beasts, a very fine millennium window. It depicts the wildlife of the parish, and is the work of Adam O'Grady, who installed it over a period of nearly ten years. The great fortune of Guestwick is that he lives in the parish.