View allAll Photos Tagged rollercoaster
A flipped photo of the Turbo rollercoaster at the end of the Palace Pier in Brighton. I'd planned to photograph a car at the top of the loop but as this was taken shortly after the pier opened in the morning and the ride wasn't running yet.
You can see more of my Brighton photos here : www.flickr.com/photos/darrellg/albums/72157711496500242
From Wikipedia : "The Brighton Palace Pier, commonly known as Brighton Pier or the Palace Pier is a Grade II* listed pleasure pier in Brighton, England, located in the city centre opposite the Old Steine. Opening in 1899, it was the third pier to be constructed in Brighton after the Royal Suspension Chain Pier and the West Pier, but is now the only one still in operation. It is managed and operated by the Eclectic Bar Group.
The Palace Pier was constructed as a replacement for the Chain Pier, which collapsed in 1896 during construction. It quickly became popular, and had become a frequently-visited theatre and entertainment venue by 1911. Aside from closures owing to war, it continued to hold regular entertainment up to the 1970s. The theatre was damaged in 1973 and following a buy-out was demolished in 1986, changing the pier's character from seaside entertainment to an amusement park, with various fairground rides and roller coasters.
The pier remains popular with the public, with over four million visitors in 2016, and has been featured in many works of British culture, including the gangster thriller Brighton Rock, the comedy Carry On at Your Convenience and the Who's concept album and film Quadrophenia."
My Website : Twitter : Facebook : Instagram : Photocrowd
© D.Godliman
Oktoberfest is a 16-day to 18-day festival held each year in Munich, Bavaria, Germany, running from late September to the first October week-end.
It is one of the most famous events in Germany and the world's largest fair, with some six million people attending every year.
The Oktoberfest is an important part of Bavarian culture.
Other cities across the world also hold Oktoberfest celebrations, modeled after the Munich event.
@Wikipedia
Here's another MOC from my past! This roller coaster segment was built for the 2011 MIT hosted on MOCpages. Yeah, I know it's backwards. The chains balanced the use of dark blay in the color scheme, so my inner artist trumped my inner engineer.
For a closer look at the details of this build, click here!
God bless!
"It's like being at the start of a rollercoaster ride. We're just inching our way up that first steep incline and then once we go over the top we have to cling on and not look down. I'm grinning stupidly and thinking to myself "this is interesting" because I haven't got a clue what's happening, while everyone else looks terrified."
Lucy's analogy summed it up pretty well I thought. Two months ago, just after the last ride was completed she joined the college as my replacement, full of enthusiasm and new energy. Everywhere around the place you can can almost taste the tension as you look into peoples' eyes at the dawn of a new academic year. People around us who've been promoted recently look especially nervous - "should I have kept my head below the parapet?" you can almost hear them asking themselves. I see colleagues I've known for so many years, their faces full of resignation in the knowledge that the brief summer respite has passed, and many of us non-teaching staff have barely had a holiday at all. I want to hug them all and tell them they'll survive (although there's a pandemic on), but I know what they're all about to endure and how tired they'll be by Christmas, which will arrive before they blink. Our college prides itself on being graded as outstanding by Her Majesty's government inspectors each time they visit, but it doesn't half depend upon every inch of good intentions from its seemingly inextinguishable workforce; all of them insanely jealous of their friends beyond the walls who can take quiet, budget friendly September holidays when the crowds have gone and the kids are back at school. Plenty of them have ridden the rollercoaster more times than me - how they keep on going with such apparent cheer and vigour I've really no idea.
We've scarcely batted an eyelid since the last time we were all up here twelve months ago, buckled into those inescapable cars with sweaty hands over screwed up eyes, not daring to look at the view in front of us. For me I knew it was the last ride, but it didn't make it any less bewildering. The last few months have been especially tiring, so much so that I began to think I was unwell by the end of the summer term. In the evenings, plagued by fearsome headaches I could barely stay awake and the notion of going out with the camera was unthinkable. I even went to the doctor, but it seems I've become a hypochondriac because everything was "normal" as the doctors like to describe one's health. A week after the end of term we were walking here in the Brecon Beacons of South Wales, the first time we'd been away for almost a year. It was only later when it occured to me that I felt absolutely fine. Better than fine after more than thirty miles of walking in fresh mountainside air. The last rollercoaster ride had obviously taken its toll, but with a little bit of self administered social prescription, the damage was easily repaired. Maybe that's what happens when you know you've almost made it to the end. You're just holding on and thinking about the quiet journey home.
On Tuesday, our much loved long serving colleague Ruth climbed out of the rollercoaster and disappeared off into a happy retirement. It was an emotional farewell - we were together for twenty-one rollercoaster rides, longer than any other working relationship in my life. So far she's enjoying late mornings and coffee she tells us. In three short weeks from now she'll be waiting for me at the opposite end of the escape tunnel holding a set of plain clothes and false identity papers as I make the final bid for freedom - maybe a discreet wig as well. By that stage the rollercoaster will be halfway down the first hair raising descent, somewhere between Fan y Big and Cribyn in the landscape before you, with the monstrous slope to the summit of Pen y Fan lying further along the ride.
I think this will be the final shot I post from that ridge walk. There are other stories to tell, and I know some of you who've been keeping up can barely wait to hear the tale of the naked man who ruined my sister's attempts at wild swimming later in the week. Since this adventure Ali and I spent a couple of nights in the wilds of Dartmoor in the van - there are pictures to come from there as well.
I hope you're all enjoying the beginning of the weekend and the brief interruption of your own rollercoaster rides. Keep holding on and don't look down - you'll be just fine.
Yerba mate tea toned cyanotype made from an enlarged pinhole camera paper negative.
Bockingfort HP White paper.
Here is another perspective that includes both, the Tiger and Turtle Magic Mountain Staircase and the silhouette of the smelting works of Krupp Mannesmann in Duisburg in front of that gorgeous sunset.
I wrote a blogpost on my new website to Tiger and Turtle which includes some more images from that location. It's in German, but with the help of Google Translate, you can also read it in English as well. I hope the translation is not to bad.
Have a great weekend, folks.
All aboard ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Crazy, but that's how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it's not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate
Mental wounds not healing
Life's a bitter shame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
Let's go
I've listened to preachers
I've listened to fools
I've watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules
One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you live the role
Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I know that things are going wrong for me
You gotta listen to my words, yeah
Heirs of a cold war
That's what we've become
Inheriting troubles I'm mentally numb
Crazy, I just cannot bear
I'm living with something' that just isn't fair
Mental wounds not healing
Who and what's to blame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
Crazy Train.
Ozzy Osbourne.
This is a manipulated image created from an AI base, please do not invite to your groups if you have a no AI policy.
You can read a little breakdown on how I create these images on my 'About' page if you are interested.
Stable Diffusion/PhotoShop/Gigapixel AI
Dipping through the Rollercoasters between Lascelles and Speed is a lengthy Pacific National freight heading towards Mildura with triple box cabs BL31,BL28,8166 on 8-5-2018
Get on a LEGO Roller coaster ride with the front cart view :-)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQZcFJY0Rc0
For more amazing LEGO creations subscribe to my youtube channel
www.facebook.com/ChairudoCreations/
This is a pure LEGO fully functional Wooden Roller Coaster inspired by El Toro at Six Flags. Model is made out of little under 90 000 pieces, it is 6,5 meters long 1,2 meters wide and 1,4 meters tall. It has a 26 meters of track which in reality is about 1200 meters long and 60 meters high Roller Coaster.
No, it's not really a rollercoaster, but it reminded me of one ;) It's the same sculpture as in the previous photos.
The weather was pretty good today, so with Sunday train 962 rumoured to have four locos on, Mr Jokertrekker and I set sail southward, only for the weather to immediately turn more and more inclement.
Train 962, Sunday Dec 11 2016, DXB 5097 + DFT 7295 + DFB 7239 + DC 4012, Moeraki
This photograph is copyrighted and may not be used anywhere, including blogs, without my express permission.
Accession Number: 2000.100.3080
Creator: Bailey, Alton R.
Summary: Lincoln Park roller coaster
Date: unknown
Medium: Negative, Nitrate
Dimensions: 2.75" x 4.5"
General Information about the New Bedford Whaling Museum is available at www.whalingmuseum.org
For information on obtaining reproduction rights or purchasing prints go to: www.whalingmuseum.org/shop/prints
Or contact the New Bedford Whaling Museum Photo Archives at
508-997-0046 ext.207 or 131 or e-mail photoresearch@whalingmuseum.org
There is little opportunity to enjoy the view, for no sooner have I climbed a hill than I am plunged back down the other side.