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the short eared owl has just caught a vole (brown blob in its claws) the waiting kestrel made a attempt to rob it .
He pried the lid open several times. A brick on top finally thwarted him! 1 of 3 in the series - see next pic.
1. The bald eagle sees the osprey with the fish and gives chase!
2. Eventually the osprey drops the fish and the bald eagle goes after it.
3. The bald eagle picks up the stunned fish from the sea.
4. The bald eagle realises it's being photographed!
5. The osprey comes back at the eagle to try and get the fish.
6. The osprey gives up and the bald eagle leaves with the fish.
Minding my own business on a local walk about, I was alerted to a distant racket afar in the sky. This is a long shot of originally 4 birds.
On checking now, it's obvious that the buzzard had something that the ravens wanted and there was also a kestrel complaining too, but that flew off from this shot.
"The Sinking City"
-9000x5060 (SRWE Hotsampling; cropped)
-Universal UE4 Console Unlocker by Otis_Inf and SunBeam
-UE4 console commands (ToggleDebugCamera, Pause, Slomo, FOV, etc.)
-.ini Tweaks for removal CA, film grain, lens dirt
BILLY MINER:
Ezra Allen Miner (circa 1847 – September 2, 1913), more popularly known as Bill Miner.
Billy Miner was a infamous train robber.
It is believed that he staged British Columbia's first-ever train robbery on September 10, 1904 at Silverdale about 35 km east of Vancouver, just west of Mission City. It is often claimed that Miner was the robber, but neither he nor his accomplices were ever tied conclusively to the Silverdale heist. It is also widely reported that Silverdale's train robbery was the first in Canada.
****My Great Grandfather and family moved to Silverdale, BC just after the turn of the century.
My grandmother and her siblings were young children at the time.
The family homestead was situated just north of the railway tracks. Family stories say that Billy Miner used to jump off the train and seek shelter for the night in their barn.
I highly doubt that my Great grandfather knew at the time that Billy Miner was a known train and stagecoach robber or that he had previously served three prison terms in United States.
www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/william-miner/
The Billy Miner Ale House according to online sources:
The large two storey wood framed structure (left), with its decorative parapet, was a typical main street commercial building back in the day. The Bank Manager & his family were housed on the spacious second floor apartment, which is still in use today. This was the third Bank of Montreal built in British Columbia and it operated as such until the entire Port Haney was ravaged by its third and final fire in 1932. The fire of 1932 is believed to have started in the Knox café due to a motor in a refrigerator. Businesses lost included the Barber Shop, Café, Dr’s Offices, the CPR Stations and the Freight Sheds. The Bank suffered minimal damage and the post office only lost the Mail due to water pumped off the Mighty Fraser River. Previous fires along the waterfront town were in 1910 and 1926. This last fire was the needed excuse for old Port Haney Businesses to move lock, stock and barrel to Upper Haney along both Sides of the newly built Lougheed Highway taking the Bank of Montreal with it. The building was later used for multi-residential purposes including Post World War II housing for veterans and their families awaiting new homes.
The Building had no cement foundation and had seriously deteriorated over the years, until it was purchased by the Gehrings for $11000.00 in 1973. It underwent a lengthy, labour intensive restoration by Don Gehring himself. With restoration complete, a sympathetic addition was built and the structure was opened as the Billy Miner Pub in May 1981, lovingly owned, named and operated by Don and Bernice until 2002.
Resold and undergoing another transformation in 2009, restored the Old Billy Miner Pub into the Billy Miner Alehouse. With an emphasis on reclaiming a Neighbourhood that steeps in history the building was Deemed and Protected under the Heritage Act of British Columbia in 2011.
The Billy Miner Ale House is located across the from the Canadian Pacific Railway Mainline in Port Haney, Maple Ridge, BC Canada. Only a few miles west (down the tracks) of Silverdale.
Did you happen to spot the shopping cart? :)
Thanks for visiting
~Christie
Is this a nice piece usage? Can you name all the used parts ?
As I wanted to build the bench for my MOC I didn't know how I can build it with the limited reddish brown bricks I had. After a certain time of thinking I looked at the book pieces and think about how I can build a bench with them et voila, here it is.
Do you like this bench?
Greetings Kevin
Bag design inspired by Toby (Seen here: [https://www.flickr.com/photos/73042395@N07/17424394574/in/dateposted/]
but it looks shittier because of the little shit I am
The notorious bank robbery gang, known to the public as the "GQ zombie crew" (because of their high-end suits) strike again and bring in a large haul from a local bank.
For weeks now, a blackbird has taken hog food in broad daylight but I thought I'd dealt with that by only putting the dish out after dark. The mouse comes occasionally and the fox often when it's raining. I have rearranged the box in various positions but this last one, I was a bit careless with my thinking.
No food gets wasted.
Great White Pelicans (Pelecanus onocrotalus) at feeding time. Lower Flamingo Pond, San Diego Zoo. Conservation Status: Least Concern
Music by Johnny Keating-- I'm curious to see this 1967 film by the director of Bullitt and The Friends Of Eddie Coyle, Peter Yates--
Die Natur ist wie Robin Wood. Sie holt sich bei dieser Bank zurück, was ihrer Meinung nach ihr gehört und verteilt es unter den Bakterien, Moosen, Flechten, Pilzen und Bäumen. 😛
Nature is like Robin Wood. She takes back from this bank what she thinks belongs to her and distributes it among the bacteria, mosses, lichens, fungi and trees. 😛
The Burning House in Sidney Street where Houndsditch Assassins Perished
This is a black and white printed postcard published by an unknown publisher of the the Battle of Stepney, also known as the Siege of Sidney Street. The postcard has a postmark dated 9 February 1911.
from Wikipedia:
In December 1910 there was an attempted jewellery robbery at Houndsditch in the City of London by a gang of Latvian immigrants. The robbery resulted in the murder of three policemen, the wounding of two others, and the death of George Gardstein, the leader of the Latvian gang.
The police were informed that the final two members of the gang were hiding at 100 Sidney Street in Stepney. The police evacuated local residents from the environs, and on the morning of 3 January 1911 a firefight broke out. Armed with inferior weapons, the police sought assistance from the army.
The siege lasted for about six hours. Towards the end of the stand-off, the building caught fire; no single cause has been identified. One of the agitators in the building was shot before the fire took control. While the London Fire Brigade were damping down the ruins—in which they found the two bodies—the building collapsed, killing a fireman, Superintendent Charles Pearson.
♫ Silverado 05. The McKendrick Attack ♫
🌵Sitting in the shade of a rocky wall, Millie leaned over her saddle horn watching for the signal from her partner, Ella Dunn. Millie's heart pounded in her chest as she took a quick glance at her pocket watch and then slipped the timepiece back into her vest. She reached to stroke her horse's neck, talking to him softly. "Easy there, easy. Ready to go huh? Me too boy. But don't you worry, if things go as planned, we should get a wave from ol’ Ella there in just a minute."
It was just then, from atop a giant bolder, Ella Dun gave her the signal she'd be waiting for “See there son? What'd I tell ya? Right on time."
Millie quickly pulled her bandana up to cover her face then reached for her rifle. She cocked the Winchester and looked down the trail that led through the rocks. It was hot and dry this time of year and she could just barely see a cloud of dust forming beyond the boulders. "Here we go boy," she said to her pony just as the sounds of horse's hooves and the stage coach's wood-spoked wheels grinding into the Arizona dirt got closer.
Gently, she pulled the reins, backing the chestnut up a bit and it was then she heard Ellie's colts fire, and what sounded like a scatter gun blast just beyond the rocks. Shocked, as this was not part of the plan, Millie pulled up her reins turning her horse's head and nugged him into an easy lope. Confused, she wasn't quite sure if Ella was in trouble or not.
Suddenly the stagecoach's lead horses appeared in front of her! Millie kicked her horse up into a full gallop, quickly gaining ground alongside the team when she heard a deafening loud boom close to her ear. The blast nearly blew her hat off and her face was instantly scorched. She hissed out, reaching to knock a piece of fiery hot lead from her neck. Promptly rotating her hips, she looked back and aimed her rifle toward the coach as her horse continued to sprint alongside the others.
Millie could barely see the driver or the other man through the haze of dust but fired a warning shot just as the man with the shotgun turned to fire back at Ella. The resounding blast of Ella's six shooters echoed off the rocks when she heard her friend return fire. But it was obvious Ella was eating dirt from her position and as the man riding shotgun had the high ground, they'd have to shoot him or take a chance.
Ella's screams could faintly be heard from inside the dust bowl that formed around her and the stagecoach, and there wasn't time to consider it. It was then, Millie barely saw the man with the shotgun turn back to reload both barrels. Quickly she thrust out her arm holding fast to the lever of her Winchester. With the bullet chambered, Millie let go of her reins, turned, and pulled the trigger. This time it wasn't a warning and the bullet instantly found it's mark.
The man slumped down in the stagecoach's old rickety driver's seat like a sack of flour as Ella appeared out of the haze. Riding hard along the opposite side of the stagecoach’s horses, Millie could see Ella's left arm dangling by her side, the sleeve coated with blood. Reaching to grab her own horses reins, she kicked at gelding's sides to hurry the chestnut up to meet her pal.
Earlier they'd cut trees and dragged them up, blocking the narrow path out of the rocks, and this was where they'd originally planned to hold up the Black Rock Canyon Stage. While they'd worked on the project that morning, Millie had teased her friend about the less-than-original idea.
Now as she turned her horse to meet the oncoming stage, the huge logs behind them, she shook her head. Millie wished like hell they'd just stayed here in the first place, hold up like any dumbass bandit would have done. But it was too late now so with the butt of her rifle in her shoulder, she squinted in the dust as the stage barreled toward them both.
Through the corner of her eye, she could see her friend sweating profusely; panting as she aimed the nickel-plated colt and called out. "You best stop right there, you son of a bitch!" To which Millie, with her sights aimed at the driver’s head whispered to herself. "And here we go."
🌸These are always a lot of fun to work on. This was Harper Blackwood's creation and set. She did so much work and I want to thank her for allowing me to do this with her. Thank you Harper!♥
This is written from my character Millie Keller's perspective. You can read and view the robbery from Ella Dunn's point of veiw, played by Harper here It's a nicer shot and a great read.
And I want to thank or would love to thank Andrew Harlan for helping us with this pic. The reason I said I wish I could thank him is because I found out only this evening that Andrew is no longer with us.
I didn't know him well. I met him the day we shot this capture. He was such a gentleman and so fun to talk to. I can tell you this. I've been around SL a long time and I could tell Andrew was a decent man from the minute we started chatting. What a sweet spirit he had and what a wonderful artist he was. You'll always be missed Andrew.♥
The telephone exchange building of 1952. I love the masonry title on the building. Far nicer than a screen printed metal sign with peeling paint.
Jay could hear sirens outside the bank as police arrived on the scene. With The Flash's help, the whole gang was in cuffs and waiting for their ride to the station.
"Alright gentlemen, how's about we see who's behind these terrible robberies!" The Flash said proudly as his enemy sat bickering on the floor. Removing The Rival's mask, officers of the Keystone police force gasped!
"Holy smokes! It's Dr Clariss, the world renowned chemist!" One of the coppers said in surprise.
"Ready to talk now, chum?" Jay pestered to Dr Clariss.
"Alright, alright! I confess!" The Rival's head hung with shame, "I wanted to replicate the 'hard water' formula that gave The Flash his speed to increase my own, but my first attempt did but the opposite! I needed money for my research!"
"So robbing banks was the best idea you could come up with, Mister Clariss?” Another officer asked.
"Sure! And I would have gotten away with it too it it wasn't for The Flash meddling with my plans!" Clariss cursed, glaring at Jay from over his shoulder
"Well friend, you'll have plenty of time to study in the cell of Keystone's county jail!" With a slap on the back of the doctor, Jay and the officers laughed as Clariss was picked up off the ground and carried out to the paddy wagon.
"One day Flash!” Clariss shouted, “I will be the fastest man alive! Just you wait! You'll see!" The Rival's voice faded as he was carried off to prison!
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It’d been a couple weeks since Boethius and Sain had retrieved the information in the tombs regarding the Loreesi tax ship’s whereabouts, but the time since hadn’t been spent leisurely, for the most part.
The men had been gearing up for their eventual mission. Sain’s ship had been heavily damaged in his last campaign sailing around Roawia looking for potential work and many of his crew members didn’t survive the last journey as well. Sain joked about how his ship barely sailed into one of the many hidden coves underneath the Shade’s extensive underground waterways. The lack of a well equipped and stocked ship as well as an absence of men to man the ship meant that the Boethius, Algar, Nepos, and Sain had been running around all of the Shade, gathering up as much money and deck hands as they could before they were to eventually leave port. The money the men had stolen from the Loreesi silk merchants was a drop in the bucket compared to what Sain needed.
Sain, with his network of spies, had received word that there was a group of Lenfels who were moving a cart of loot through the city and into the mountains. Obviously the Lenfels couldn’t just ride through the Shade untouched so they were said to be disguised as a group of Locklear’s men. Sain had made various arrangements and deals so that the cart would pass over a very specific street. Boethius, and to some extent Algar and Nepos, had no idea why but that was the way Sain operated.
The sun was just beginning to crash behind the mountains of the Shade when Sain said it was finally time. He led the men to a street that was almost all but deserted and pauses just at the end of an alley way. “Where’s the cart?” Asked Boethius impatiently looking up and down the street. “Aye laddie, it’ll be here. We actually have t’ get ya in position for the ambush.” Sain said with a crooked grin. Boethius said nothing but already had a sinking feeling.
Sain led him off the alley and to a small cellar door. He flung it open and then proceeded down a series of narrow stairs which eventually opened-up to a storage room of sorts. Boethius heard a slow trudge of water trickling all around him. The room had a small barred window and a gated door. Sain unlocked the metal door and swung it open with a clang. “What’s all this?” Asked Boethius hesitantly. “Aye, well we can’t just take their gold and run off with it can we? They’ve got horses and we don’t. So, I figured we’d make away like the rats do; through the sewers!” Sain was glowing with how well he’d assembled this ‘plan’. Boethius peeked his head through the doorway. There was a wooden raft, as wide as the whole sewer, and very hefty. “Aye, we usually use that to move dead bodies down the sewer way, but it’ll move gold just as easy!” Boethius looked up. There was a fairly wide shaft that ascended a few feet upwards. A large stone had been placed over top of it, but Boethius could still see a few streams of dirty light slivering through. “So what’s the plan then exactly?” Asked Boethius a little less unfazed by Sain’s crazy idea. “Well, it be pretty simple. I distract the cart and make ‘em stop right o’er top that tunnel there. Nepos lifts the stone, and throws down a length of rope, and then Algar and him move quick while I keep the tree-huggers distracted. They tie up all the chests and lower ‘em down to ya. You put ‘em on that raft, and then we get out of ‘ere real fast like before they know the gold’s gone.”
At least, that was the plan, until Sain’s little attempt at distraction didn’t work. “Ye there! Get out our way! We don’t want ta hear your sob story and business proposals! Can’t ye see we doing official business for the Baron!” Yelled the main driver who now stood up on the cart’s seat, axe in hand. Sain saw that even though his planned distraction hadn’t worked, Nepos and Algar had already begun off-loading the chests. Sain kept his arguing going as long as he could and Boethius began unloading the chests as they fell down to him. Finally the driver jumped off his stoop, and grabbed his axe, “I didn’t want to waste me time on ya, but you’ve left me little choice.” He lifted his axe high above his head but was stopped when one of the other men yelled out, “Oy! What you think your doing with that?!” as Nepos dropped a golden statue down the shaft surprised by the call. Boethius caught the statue but was soon caught off balance by its weight, which caused him to spin around, tangling him in the rope. As he collided with the sewer walls and slipped around on the raft he let loose of the golden dragon, but still fell into the murky water. He pulled himself up, now soaked in a foul stench. He could hear the clang of swords and the whinny of a horse as Nepos called out, “Last one!” dropping a full chest down the shaft, without so much as a hint to the weight and speed it was traveling at until it struck the side of the raft, sending more water splashing on to Boethius and the shivers of gold coins being jumbled in the chest cascading down the tunnel.
“Let’s get out of ‘ere lads!” Shouted Sain in a frivolous tone as he swung his sword towards one of the men. Nepos took the initiative and slid down the rope and found a completely soaked and miserable Boethius at the bottom, pulling the last chest up on to the raft. “You look like you’re having fun.” He said to Boethius with a smirk. Next down the rope was Algar who also was amused at the sight of poor Boethius. Then they all looked up the shaft, waiting for Sain to drop down.
After a few moments Boethius asked, “How many were up there?” looking to Algar. Algar, without taking his eyes off the stoney ceiling said, “Only three. Sain can handle himself.” Just then a black helm came crashing down the sides of the shaft, popping every which way until it bounced into the sewer basin where it became firmly implanted in the mud. Then came Sain. He pulled the great stone over his head as far as he could, grunting fiercely as he tried to hold on to the rope with his other hand. The stone was almost completely back in position when a quick hack of a sword was heard, followed by the snap of the rope. Sain fell squarely on the raft, both feet under him. He looked at all three of his fellow tunnel rats in amazement and then let loose a robust and hardy laugh. Then he saw Boethius dripping from head to toe, and wringing out his shirt and broke out into an even louder laugh.
“Don’t worry laddie, we’ll get ya some new gear with all this Lenfel coin.” Boethius quickly replied, “I have only one condition; it has to be dry.”
I definitely went a little experimental, at least from my build style, on this one. I think the cutaway could've been a lot nicer, but it was done pretty much on the fly as I was building.
Enjoy!
This is a continuation in the story for my LCC/LOR ( (Formerly Lands Of Classic Castle) Lands of Roawia ) character, Boethius the Exiled (I pronounce his name Boe-THEE-us).
The full story can be viewed here.
Found on the Valley Bank in Kalispell, Montana. There were a few others of these about but this was the best.
1899, the United States of America
Arhtur arrives in the Van der Linde gang camp near Strawberry and Micah, one of the gang members has a mission for him. He wants help to rob a banking coach that heads into Strawberry around this time. Morgan and Micah riding to the spot and wait for the coach. After a certain time, the banking coach appears and the two outlaws block the street.
Will they be successful and rob the banking coach or will they die?
This is my 5th Red Dead Redemption 2 MOC for our collaboration. I liked the robbery mission a lot so I want to build that scene.
I hope you like it, I would be pleased to get feedback.
Greetings Kevin
and many thanks to @Tuxedo Greedo and -Balbo- for some useful advices and tips.
A pair of completely trashed Hanaulux Meblourne surgical lights hidden away in the remains of Mount Street Hospital.
Formerly an orphanage, divided into a hospital later in life, this building will be soon meeting its demise.
There have been a recent chain of robbery's in local businesses and shops on Keystone's side of the river. Being a part of the CCPD Barry has no trouble seeing the damage this does to the owners of these small business. Events like this are leaving them running scared! Residents of the surrounding areas claim to have seen a hooded figure entering and exiting the locations of the robbery's, with nearly all witnesses stating they had heard a 'terrible shrieking' noise from the crimes scenes before seeing an assailant flee the area. Perhaps The Flash can investigate....
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Hartley Rathaway makes his debut appearance in my DC Lego-verse! Yay Pied Piper! :P
Such an awesome character to finally have built to rival The Flash! The design of the fig was based primarily off of his New 52 appearances, with a hint of my own tweaking. Still wish I owned some rat's though... (I don't own a single one, crazy) It would have really rounded out this build for me.
Another wise, what do you guys think? Keep in tune tomorrow, as we get to part 2! :)
Fort Lauderdale is a city in the U.S. state of Florida, 25 miles (40 km) north of Miami. It is the county seat of Broward County. As of the 2019 census, the city has an estimated population of 182,437. Fort Lauderdale is a principal city of the Miami metropolitan area, which was home to an estimated 6,198,782 people in 2018.
The city is a popular tourist destination, with an average year-round temperature of 75.5 °F (24.2 °C) and 3,000 hours of sunshine per year. Greater Fort Lauderdale which takes in all of Broward County hosted 12 million visitors in 2012, including 2.8 million international visitors. The city and county in 2012 collected $43.9 million from the 5% hotel tax it charges, after hotels in the area recorded an occupancy rate for the year of 72.7 percent and an average daily rate of $114.48. The district has 561 hotels and motels comprising nearly 35,000 rooms. Forty six cruise ships sailed from Port Everglades in 2012. Greater Fort Lauderdale has over 4,000 restaurants, 63 golf courses, 12 shopping malls, 16 museums, 132 nightclubs, 278 parkland campsites, and 100 marinas housing 45,000 resident yachts.
Fort Lauderdale is named after a series of forts built by the United States during the Second Seminole War. The forts took their name from Major William Lauderdale (1782–1838), younger brother of Lieutenant Colonel James Lauderdale. William Lauderdale was the commander of the detachment of soldiers who built the first fort. However, development of the city did not begin until 50 years after the forts were abandoned at the end of the conflict. Three forts named "Fort Lauderdale" were constructed; the first was at the fork of the New River, the second at Tarpon Bend on the New River between the Colee Hammock and Rio Vista neighborhoods, and the third near the site of the Bahia Mar Marina.
The area in which the city of Fort Lauderdale would later be founded was inhabited for more than two thousand years by the Tequesta Indians. Contact with Spanish explorers in the 16th century proved disastrous for the Tequesta, as the Europeans unwittingly brought with them diseases, such as smallpox, to which the native populations possessed no resistance. For the Tequesta, disease, coupled with continuing conflict with their Calusa neighbors, contributed greatly to their decline over the next two centuries. By 1763, there were only a few Tequesta left in Florida, and most of them were evacuated to Cuba when the Spanish ceded Florida to the British in 1763, under the terms of the Treaty of Paris (1763), which ended the Seven Years' War. Although control of the area changed between Spain, the United Kingdom, the United States, and the Confederate States of America, it remained largely undeveloped until the 20th century.
The Fort Lauderdale area was known as the "New River Settlement" before the 20th century. In the 1830s there were approximately 70 settlers living along the New River. William Cooley, the local Justice of the Peace, was a farmer and wrecker, who traded with the Seminole Indians. On January 6, 1836, while Cooley was leading an attempt to salvage a wrecked ship, a band of Seminoles attacked his farm, killing his wife and children, and the children's tutor. The other farms in the settlement were not attacked, but all the white residents in the area abandoned the settlement, fleeing first to the Cape Florida Lighthouse on Key Biscayne, and then to Key West.
The first United States stockade named Fort Lauderdale was built in 1838, and subsequently was a site of fighting during the Second Seminole War. The fort was abandoned in 1842, after the end of the war, and the area remained virtually unpopulated until the 1890s. It was not until Frank Stranahan arrived in the area in 1893 to operate a ferry across the New River, and the Florida East Coast Railroad's completion of a route through the area in 1896, that any organized development began. The city was incorporated in 1911, and in 1915 was designated the county seat of newly formed Broward County.
Fort Lauderdale's first major development began in the 1920s, during the Florida land boom of the 1920s. The 1926 Miami Hurricane and the Great Depression of the 1930s caused a great deal of economic dislocation. In July 1935, an African-American man named Rubin Stacy was accused of robbing a white woman at knife point. He was arrested and being transported to a Miami jail when police were run off the road by a mob. A group of 100 white men proceeded to hang Stacy from a tree near the scene of his alleged robbery. His body was riddled with some twenty bullets. The murder was subsequently used by the press in Nazi Germany to discredit US critiques of its own persecution of Jews, Communists, and Catholics.
When World War II began, Fort Lauderdale became a major US base, with a Naval Air Station to train pilots, radar operators, and fire control, operators. A Coast Guard base at Port Everglades was also established.
On July 4, 1961, African Americans started a series of protests, wade-ins, at beaches that were off-limits to them, to protest "the failure of the county to build a road to the Negro beach". On July 11, 1962, a verdict by Ted Cabot went against the city's policy of racial segregation of public beaches.
Today, Fort Lauderdale is a major yachting center, one of the nation's largest tourist destinations, and the center of a metropolitan division with 1.8 million people.
Credit for the data above is given to the following website:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Lauderdale,_Florida
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