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The Foggy Peak (1733m) is just in front of the Great Alpine Highway.
The red hut is a derelict / historic roadman’s hut at the base of Porters Pass. It was built in the 1890's to service the road over Porters Pass. It was part of a series of roadman huts along the highway including Jacks Hut, west of Arthurs Pass village.
From Hut Bagger NZ website,
Κάτι μου λέει πως κάποτε ήταν οδοφυλάκιο (кантон)
Ruin full of life
Something tells me that it was once a roadman's lodge (canton)
Sono pochissimi i treni merci che percorrono la ferrovia Fossano - San Giuseppe di Cairo, per via della scarsa capacità e forti pendenze di questa. Un treno di coils vuoti come questo perciò non poteva non venire documentato, qui ripreso in transito presso un vecchio casello dismesso qualche km a nord di Mondovì.
A rare freight train running on Turin - Savona line is here photographed while passing by a disused roadman's house nearby Breolungi.
Bit of fun using some new releases from TMD's December round, fam.
Pictured:
Jacket: Blank Line
Cap: Beusame (Gacha)
Pants: Deadwool
Trainers: Versov
Trash: DECO Litter
Skin: Stray Dog's Tonio on Catwa's Stanley
Location: Beyond Elpis
Just a quick shout out to the sim I took this on -- it's pretty sweet looking and excellent for photography. It's one of Eve Cartier's recent projects and it's a post-apoc survival and political based roleplay sim for anyone interested in that. Granted, the picture you see above does nothing to convey the themes of the sim, but check it out.
We found a nice spot where a walking trail drops below the field's ground level, kinda like being in a ditch.
The camera is at ground level, enabling a nice low level perspective of Jake running toward the camera without me having to lay on the ground on my stomach to shoot it.
He sure looks like he's smiling.
Jake blasting through the fresh powder at Roadman Park in California, Pa. First big snowfall of the season and he's loving it. Ears flying, tongue out, zero regrets.
Taken from a print in my collection, no other details available.
Also known as the Brill Tramway. MW1415 sold 1919.
The Eastbound IAIS "roadman" ducks beneath aging Rock Island Sentinels protecting the plants at Robbins, IL. PTC upgrades, resignalling and centralization of this string of Interlocking plants west of Blue Island on our Rock Island District have all these classic lights on borrowed time.
From a road trip through the tussock covered Mackenzie plains of New Zealand. The intermontane region is renowned for its vast open spaces, clear night skies and turquoise blue lakes.
During a two day long-distance bus ride from Sichuan into southern Qinghai. We had to stop several times because of ongoing road construction. It was both the bumpiest and longest bus ride I have ever taken.
How kindly, in China, men at work accept to pose for a foreign photographer … Many thanks to them !
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Avec quelle gentillesse, en Chine, les travailleurs acceptent de poser pour un photographe étranger… Un grand merci à eux !
Jake keeping watch over Roadman Park on a quiet Sunday morning. Calm, alert, and fully in charge of the day.
Numerous road workers, men and women, clean the streets and roads of China all the day.
They have much to do because the reflex of the basket is only partially acquired by the Chinese.
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De très nombreux employés de voirie, hommes et femmes, nettoient les rues et les routes de Chine.
Ils ont fort à faire car les réflexe de la corbeille n'est qu'imparfaitement acquis par les Chinois.
So when faced with one of these signs do you pick the left hand or the right hand lane? Are you a big balled fast lane gambler or a crawler lane pussy?
I hate to admit it, but I am firmly stuck in the crawler lane.
My defeatist, conformist tendencies became blaringly apparent to me the other day.
As I came off a roundabout the ‘narrowing lane sign’ loomed and I, like a meek little lamb tucked myself into the lane that held no element of risk or excitement and just the certainty that 30 people who were once a long way behind me would now come roaring past because they had more balls than I.
As I approached the moment of lane decision, my mind was awash with images of angry faced, Popeye-armed men mouthing obscenities at me and blocking my path, interspersed with those passive aggressive women who resolutely keep looking straight ahead with cat’s bum pursed mouths whilst not letting you in.
Because I simply cannot bear to have any ill will directed towards me (for I will fret about being hated for the rest of the day) I felt it safer to stay in the slow lane and not have to risk an unfriendly altercation. And there I stayed, a great big cowardy custard and watched everyone charge in front of me. Five minutes of my pointless life had been wasted allowing thirty people to metaphorically trample me on the way to the rest of their far more dynamic lives.
I vowed I would not let this happen again.
At the next narrowing of lanes I would fly gung ho along the fast lane right to the bitter end!
Ten miles later I hit another point where two lanes narrowed down to one
…….. and I bottled it. I went straight onto the brakes, pulled into the ‘please overtake me I’m irrelevant lane’ and felt the heat rise in my face as I was overcome with self loathing. I let out a blood-curdling scream and punched my own legs in anger.
Incidentally, the only place, now that I am a grown up, that I can scream is in the car. Once upon a time entire lunch hours were spent screaming as if I was being murdered whilst playing ‘off ground touch’, ‘stuck in the mud’, and ‘lets all be fireworks’. The psychological benefits of this screaming I believe were hugely under valued.
As a child I screamed a lot, and I was happy.
As an adult I rarely scream and I am miserable.
I imagine house prices by our school probably dropped because of it.
We all need to scream in the car more often. Not AT anyone else, just to yourself.
There is nothing like it, to make the loudest, most disturbing sound you are capable of in full view of children being walked to school, little old ladies walking yorkies – all completely oblivious bar the hideously distorted red face behind the wheel and rapidly steaming windows. The car is the only place where it is socially acceptable to scream like that without good reason. Anywhere else and unless you are 'care in the community' then it simply isn’t done.
At first, it is actually quite hard to muster up such a noise, so used to being restrained and calm are we. But once you get over the first attempt you will find yourself screaming at every opportunity, after a while not even bothering to check that the windows are closed. People in my area must think that there is a VW golf with a very disturbed turbo fitted to it.
I digress. Back to being a complete road wimp.
I have a similar dastardly tendency on motorways. See the sign telling me that it is one mile to the junction that I am to get off at and I am already looking hundreds of yards ahead, worrying about which lorry I have to either get past or sit behind so as not to cause any disruption to the equilibrium of the motorway. My buttocks tense, causing me to rise two inches in my seat, my knuckles whiten around the steering wheel, my bottom lip is anxiously chewed and without fail I will give in to my imagination and allow myself to picture a VW Golf sandwiched between two juggernauts and the policemen at the wreckage saying,
“Well it’s obvious what happened here, the irresponsible bint didn’t get into the slow lane at least 5 miles before she was due to leave the motorway, absolutely reckless I’m glad she’s dead, yah boo sucks to her.”
Oh how I envy those people who career last minute from the fast lane across to the slow lane in one dramatic Hollywood slalom. The other cars are perfectly spaced to allow a seamless transition so that they hit the slip road just before the chevrons, without touching the brakes and with not even a cat’s eye clunked over!
Who are these people who throw caution to the wind and who fly by the seat of their pants everywhere they drive? I would like to imagine that they are all MI5 on top secret missions but in reality they can’t all be, at least one of them must work at an office stationery supplies call centre blurting out the same lines repeatedly for 8 hours a day 5 days a week before careering slap dash along the motorway homeward bound.
“Good afternoon Lucy, It’s just a call today to catch up with you to see if you need any more toner for your HP 2840”
“No I don’t thank you, you only called me yesterday and said the same thing. Don’t you remember we talked animatedly about the weather for about 25 seconds before I told you we didn’t need anything. Incidentally, was it you who cut in front of me as you came off the M4 this morning? I was the one in the golf, screaming.”
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Workmen lived and worked from these vans from the early 20th century building the country's roads.
Towed by steam rollers they were in use until the 1950s.
This van is at the East Anglian Transport Museum, Carlton Colville, Lowestoft, Suffolk.
Ho incontrato questo anziano signore durante una passeggiata con la mia Nikon. Gli ho chiesto il permesso di fotografarlo e di pubblicare l’immagine e me lo ha concesso. Poi abbiamo chiacchierato un po’…mi ha raccontato della sua vita….Durante la seconda guerra mondiale, era soldato nel Terzo Reparto d’assalto dell’esercito italiano. Fu fatto prigioniero in Nord Africa dalla forze alleate e rinchiuso in un campo di prigionia a Casablanca. Poi accettò di lavorare al porto di Casablanca e poi ai Orano sotto il controllo del comando inglese. Rientrò in Italia, a Livorno, il primo gennaio del 1945. Dopo la guerra lavorò come cantoniere sulla strada internazionale della Valle Stura e fece parte del Soccorso Alpino, dove spesso gli toccò di recuperare le vittime di incidenti alpinistici. E’ stata una bella esperienza sentire il racconto di questa persona
I met this old man during a walk with my Nikon. I asked him for permission to photograph and publish the picture and he gave it to me. Then we chatted a bit ...He told me of his life .... During the Second World War II, he was a soldier in the Third Assault Detachment in the Italian army. He was taken prisoner in Northern Africa by Allied forces and put in a prison camp in Casablanca. Then he agreed to work at the port of Casablanca and then to Orano, under the control of UK Command. Returned to Italy, Livorno, 1st January 1945. After the war he worked as a roadman on the international road in Stura valley and was part of the Alpine Rescue, where often he had to recover the victims of mountaineering accidents. It was a great experience to hear the story of this man.
لەسەر بەجێھێشتنی کورد ھاتنە دەنگ
٤٠ گەورە ژەنەرال و ئەدمیرالی ئەمەریکایی باسی مەردایەتی کورد دەکەن.
دەستخۆشی لێ بکەن
ئەوەش وێنەی ستیڤن مانسفیڵد نوسەری بەناوبانگی ئەمریکی کە ڕۆژانە بە وتار و کۆڕ و سیمینار و چالاکیەکانی بانگەشە بۆ کورد و یارمەتیدانی کوردستان دەکات
Stephen Mansfield, #Kurdistan people always appreciate those who stand by us. We believe our case is a humanity case supported by all who want to keep the world from facism and terrorism. Kurdistan Falg Page have always valued all the work you have done for our case.
ئەو نامەیە کاریگەرە لەسەر پشتگیری کوردو ھاتنەوەی ھێزە سەربازیەکانی ئەمەریکا بۆ کوردستانی ڕۆژئاوا
Dear Mr. President:
We write today to call on you to embrace the values of the men and women who serve you in our armed forces. We knowingly break the culture of public silence expected of retired Generals and Admirals to urge you to exert national and global leadership to stem and reverse the rapidly receding tides of American moral authority.
For years, the most senior Generals and Admirals have told military veterans that comments about current policy should be left to others. We understand and respect that view. We also believe that compliance that leads us to silence in this instance would make us complicit with actions inconsistent with who we are and what we stand for as military veterans.
We collectively served for hundreds of years in all branches of the Armed Forces. We served without political bias and continue to uphold that principle today. Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, and Marines live by sets of similar core values and norms that help ensure we are able to serve together without hesitation, wherever and whenever called.
These core values provide the foundation for who we are and how we act in the service of our Nation. They offer a basis for our behavior, and when in doubt, they give us a compass that will never let us down. America's military is among the most respected of all institutions in our Nation, and one need only look to our collective core values to understand why.
When we meet an active, retired or veteran service member today, we know that they live a life based on loyalty, duty, respect, selfless service, honor, integrity and personal courage. These values are exemplified by those who have served, fought, and died before us, under our flag and in our uniform. As with our oath to support and defend the Constitution, we are entrusted with values that should be defended without compromise. Those who serve in uniform today are equally loyal to those values and that oath. To abandon them would undermine the foundations of our democracy, who we are as a country, and jeopardize the trust we have earned around the world.
Today, we are confronted by a growing gap between the values of those who serve our Nation in uniform, and those for whom they willingly execute lawful orders. We fear it is widening to possible fracture. Even as we are concerned, however, we remain optimistic: we know that the situation can be reversed quickly if the values that have served us so well are embedded in the process of making decisions of consequence for our service members.
Nowhere is this gap felt more immediately today than in Northern Syria, where U.S. forces are in the process of withdrawing from the area despite the violent consequences the decision will have on our Kurdish partners. While withdrawing ground forces from Syria may be a noble goal, doing so at the cost of abandoning our Kurdish partners, who valiantly fought alongside us to combat ISIS, is not consistent with who we are as a military force. The potential release of thousands of ISIS fighters, enabling their migration to the nations that make up the heart of our NATO alliance, is not consistent with who we are as a military force.
When we are forced to turn our backs on our own loyalty, commitment, integrity, honor and trust, our challenges become far more daunting. Allies and partners who have served, bled and died by our side will turn their backs on us. Such a development is not in the national security interest of the United States. And as Commander-in-Chief, you have the utmost responsibility to ensure it doesn't happen.
Mr. President, we urge you to adjust course consistent with our vital national security interests and your own unequivocal support for our men and women in uniform.
Sincerely,
Brigadier General Ricardo Aponte, USAF (Retired)
Lieutenant General Ronald R. Blanck, USA (Retired)
Rear Admiral Christopher Cole, USN (Retired)
Major General Paul Eaton, USA (Retired)
Major General Mari K. Eder, USA (Retired)
Brigadier General Robert J. Felderman, USA (Retired)
Brigadier General Evelyn "Pat" Foote, USA (Retired)
Vice Admiral Michael T. Franken, USN (Retired)
Brigadier General Robert A. Glacel, USA (Retired)
Vice Admiral Kevin P. Green, USN (Retired)
Major General Richard S. Haddad, USAF (Retired)
Major General Robert A. Harding, USA (Retired)
Rear Admiral Charles D. Harr, USN (Retired)
Major General Jerry Harrison, USA (Retired)
Brigadier General Don Harvel, USAF (Retired)
Brigadier General David R. Irvine, USA (Retired)
Lieutenant General Arlen D. Jameson, USAF (Retired)
Rear Admiral Gene Kendall, USN (Retired)
Major General Steven J. Lepper, USAF (Retired)e
Major General Randy Manner, USA (Retired)
Brigadier General J. Scott O'Meara, USMC (Retired)
Rear Admiral David R. Oliver, USN (Retired)
Major General Eric T. Olson, USA (Retired)
Major General Gale S. Pollock, USA (Retired)
Brigadier General Lewis Spencer Roach, USA (Retired)
Lieutenant General Charles H. Roadman II, USAF (Retired)
Rear Admiral Harold L. Robinson, USN (Retired)
Brigadier General Ronald Rokosz, USA (Retired)
Rear Admiral Michael E. Smith, USN (Retired)
Brigadier General Paul "Greg" Smith, USA (Retired)
Brigadier General Robert L. Stephens Jr, USA (Retired)
Brigadier General Francis X. Taylor, USAF (Retired)
Major General F. Andrew Turley, USAF (Retired)
Major General Margaret Wilmoth, USA (Retired)
Major General Brett T. Williams, USAF (Retired)
Lieutenant General Willie Williams, USMC (Retired)
General Johnie Wilson, USA (Retired)
Brigadier General Daniel P. Woodward, USAF (Retired)
Major General Margaret Woodward, USAF (Retired)
Brigadier General Stephen N. Xenakis, M.D., USA (Retired)
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