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No Persistance Hair by No.Match
Severely Ripped Shirt by KIKI KAIKAI
Big Chains by RAWR
M-219-1 Pose by Animosity
Thiruvananthapuram Central bound Thiruvananthapuram Rajdhani Express ripping through Sharavati A bridge powered by ERNAKULAM WDP-4D
The southeastern flank of the Uinta mountains is cut by the Green River flowing in from the north (left) out of the Gates of Ladore Canyon, and the Yampa River, one of the last large un-dammed rivers in the U.S., flowing in from the east (right-center). The two rivers join in the heart of Dinosaur National Monument on the other side of the cliff face in the lower right of the picture. The canyons cut by the Green and Yampa rivers expose as many as 23 rock formations covering nearly 1.1 billion years of Earth history. The dramatic Mitten Park fault is seen in the steeply curved rock rising up from the Green River in the lower center-left. View from the Harpers Corner Trail.
WC train 34 rips through Rudyard on September 16, 1989. A recently repainted 711 leads 6543 and 6504 and 35 cars. I was rather concerned that the outbound crew would run the pair of 45's around the 30 placing it in trail before leaving Soo yard(the crews generally preferred SD45's leading)but on this evening engineer Gary Drow choose not to. I have a 2:30 start tomorrow and no idea what the day will bring so I'm kicking off 30 Thursday a few hours early this evening:)
Dans chaque éclat de soleil, je ressens ton amour chaud comme un doux rayon." "Tes empreintes sur nos vies ne s'effaceront jamais, chaque jour étant une empreinte de toi." "À celle qui aimait sans réserve, qui nous manque sans fin."
In every burst of sunshine, I feel your warm love like a gentle ray." "Your imprints on our lives will never fade, each day being an imprint of you." "To the one who loved without reservation, who we miss without reservation. fin."
I've lost the best friend that I ever had
We shared the years, we shared each day
In love, together, we found the way
But soon, the world had its evil way
My heart was blinded, love went astray
I'm going through changes...
Black Sabbath - Changes
As a DJ, as a music lover, as a rock chick, when i heard of his passing, my heart broke. May he rest in peace, our very own Prince of Darkness that was only LIGHT.
At first I thought I would have to break something for the sake of this theme but after I looked around a little I discovered all this destruction. HMM!
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Ripping down the Exeter Subdivision from Clinton, Ontario toward the connection to the Strathroy Sub. at Hyde Park is a Canadian National plow extra. The pair of GP9's pushing Russell plow 55614 are just running "a little over" the timetable speed limit of this old branch line. What we had hoped for of getting a pile of images, yielded just this bail out for the grab shot while crossing this bridge, as it was all we could do just to keep alongside on the icy roads with this 60 mph battering ram - January 21, 1984.
Moment’s Notice admires the edge of Comb Ridge as it drops down to the valley of Comb Wash. Comb Ridge (Tséyíkʼáán in Navajo) is an 80-mile long monocline ridge, running from the Abajo Mountains to Monument Valley.
The monocline of Comb Ridge is a ripple in Earth's surface associated with the uplift of the Rocky Mountains 40-70 million years ago. The steep cut in the ridge on the right is the result of erosional removal of layers by Comb Wash, exposing the layers of uplifted sandstone making up the monocline. The top of the ridge is Navajo sandstone, most apparent off to the left on the gentle slope. The main part of the cliff is Kayenta sandstone.
The human history of Comb Ridge is rich. The earliest archeological sites contain remnants of Pleistocene hunting tools and mammoth bones. Particularly notable for the wonderful art they left on the rocks are several cultures of cliff dwellers, both hunter/ gatherer and agrarian (Basketmaker to Puebloan cultures). Utes and Diné (Navajo) hunted and grazed livestock in this area, and still consider it sacred. In Diné culture Comb Ridge is considered the backbone of the Mother Earth. Comb Ridge is part of Bears Ears National Monument, though during a certain president’s tenure the area was removed from protection.
Charlies Watts passed away 24th August 2021.
Drummer for The Rolling Stones. I have been listening to the Stones since , well most of my life. Today feels like the end of an era.
I saw them on TV performing this song in 1964 and fell in love with Mick Jagger aged 6. www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIKfN3CuFXA
Photo in my garden Stafford UK 23rd August 2021
Mick says this is a better tribute to Charlie www.youtube.com/watch?v=61jfm219ArA
Late yesterday afternoon our sweet Poppy girl entered Kitty Heaven. She was diagnosed with pancreatitis in early March of this year. She let us know yesterday that it was time to let her go. She will be missed by all of her family and her best friend (and sister) Jasmine. She would have been 16 years old in April.
This prairie appears to have been ripped like a sheet of green paper, revealing colorful Chinle formations underneath.
This is what I call the Morning Glory Chinle site with the blue and red patterns.
Green Line trains meet at Madison/Wabash station on Chicago's downtown Loop Elevated. The 119 year-old station closed after the last Loop 'L' train service in the wee hours of March 16th, 2015. Here, workers can be seen preparing the station for demolition. It is to be replaced by a new, larger Washington/Wabash station- once it is opened, Randolph/Wabash station will also close.
Loved by many, my dearest loyal friend, walking companion and photo model has passed away. I miss him so much already; he will stay forever in my heart
My dad texted me this afternoon, that Oedipoes was doing really badly. I knew from my visits his health declined rapidly. He had been on thyroid medication for two and a half years. And you could really see the disease and medication were taking their toll. My dad and step mom took Oedipoes to the vet and put him to sleep forever.
My dad called Oedipoes his little dog, and he surely did behave like that. He was always by my dad's side. Oedipoes waited at the garage door when you came home or he would greet you at the shore when you had been out on a boat trip. Oedipoes made sure the other three cats got used to the new home when they all moved house in January. We called him the mediator. Sometimes we called him The Nurse. When my dad broke his ankle a few years ago, Oedipoes stayed with him all the time he was in bed or on the couch, purring and snoozing. Oedipoes immediately clung to him when he and my step mom were in a grave car accident in April when they dropped me and big Human off at the airport. The orange kitty watched over him and stayed at his side again.
Now they had to tell him he did well and he was allowed to go. He just clung on and refused to give up on life. It was like all he wanted to do was to give, but he couldn't give anymore. We will miss him dearly.