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Spoorgoederenvervoerder Metrans, opgericht in 2003, startte met spotgoederenvervoer tussen Tsjechië en Duitsland onder de naam Railtrans. In 2006 werd gepoogd op de lijn Praag-Ostrava te gaan concurreren met České dráhy, maar omdat de beoogde locomotieven (BR 189) niet werden toegelaten (dat gebeurde pas in 2011) en toegang tot het centraal station van Praag werd geweigerd, stopte Railtrans deze pogingen in 2007.
Metrans werd in etappes tussen 2009 en 2014 eerst gedeeltelijk en later enig aandeelhouder van Railtrans en heeft zich sindsdien volledig gestort op het containervervoer tussen een aantal containerterminals in Tsjechië en Slowakije en vele Europese bestemmingen zoals Rotterdam, Hamburg, Bremen, Rheinhausen en Salzburg. Later werden ook verbindingen binnen Duitsland gestart.
In Nederland rijdt Metrans dagelijks een of meerdere containertreinen van/naar de Rotterdamse Waalhaven Zuid. Deze treinen rijden op zowel Praag alsmede Česká Třebová. Op woensdag 31 maart 2021 stond Metrans met een trein uit Praag uren lang in Oldenzaal over. In het tweede deel van de middag vertrok de trein vervolgens alsnog richting Rotterdam. De opname toont de passage na kopmaken te Deventer ter hoogte van Eefde, zo'n 5km voor Zutphen.
Een paaltje rechts van de trein is digitaal weggehaald.
We were almost halfway to the bottom of King’s Tor from the car park when I realised something was missing. As usual I decided it was Lee’s fault, in a round about way. You know Lee - he goes through more camera equipment than MPB. Over brunch in Morrison’s at Tavistock he showed us his two most recent acquisitions, one of which was a teensy Canon Powershot with a fixed lens, so small that it would almost fit in your back pocket. “It’s got the same sensor as the 80D,” he told us enthusiastically. It looked very impressive, we conceded. Dave reminded us he’d had the same Sony for ten years and was more than happy with it. I kept quiet - I had a bit of a splurge earlier in the year as some of you may have noticed. But examining Lee’s miniscule new camera had left me temporarily relieved of any sense of dimension, and it was only as we all trudged across the boggy ground to our first shoot of this four day adventure that I realised I was feeling distinctly weightless. I’d put my wellies and my waterproof coat on, and then completely ignored the camera bag in the boot of the car before setting off.
Should I try and style it out and pretend I wasn’t planning to take any photos here at King’s Tor? Let’s just for a moment imagine the conversation that might have taken place.
“Where’s your camera bag Dom?”
“Oh, I’ve been here before and I decided just to enjoy the walk this time.”
“So why are you carrying your tripod then?”
Yeah, that wasn’t going to work was it? I began the walk of shame back towards the car, with the echoes of laughter ringing in my sorry ears. As if anyone would have really believed I wasn’t planning to take any photos. At least as I returned ten minutes later, this time with the camera bag, I had the pleasure of marching straight across Dave’s very first composition in my bright red raincoat. You can’t beat a bit of karma to push back against a dose of ignominy. Didn’t stop him getting the shot though!
Now that we were fully convened once more, we began to make our way towards the tor, tottering across a wobbling slab to the other side of the stream at the bottom of the shallow valley and then following the dry stone wall up to the flat ground upon which the Princetown railway line used to run. It’s hard to imagine that trains once passed through this ever rising landscape, no doubt ferrying the latest collection of convicted felons to the famous prison on the moor just a couple of miles to the north of here. It’s not the steepest of hikes in these parts, and it wasn’t long before we’d all wandered off in separate directions to explore the craggy tor and its collection of windblown hawthorns alone. That’s the nice thing about this little gang. You can all enjoy the camaraderie of the adventure, but at the same time it’s possible to disappear and lose yourself for a while.
Autumn had fallen like a guillotine in the last dregs of August, severing the warmth of a few days earlier so decisively that it was as if the long dry summer had never happened at all. The heavy showers that would both dog and define our trip were yet to arrive, but they weren’t far away. Not that we really wanted blazing hot weather for this assignment. I’d been here just once before, with Ali on a hot June afternoon last year, and while she basked in the warm sunshine among the rocks, I explored with the camera. Not that any of my pictures ever even made it into the editing software. But still, I remembered the tree and found it easily enough again now, its two limbs following the contours of the granite boulders from which it grew in perfect symbiosis, almost as if it had been born from them, splitting the rocks asunder in a bid for the light. I set up the tripod, gradually moving closer to the subject until I needed to swap over to the wide angle lens.
The view I eventually decided to compose had been recently enjoyed by a Dartmoor Pony. I could tell this because by now I was kneeling right beside a copious pile of what it had left behind to mark the occasion. Maybe the pony needs to take up landscape photography as a hobby. Hopefully it will remember to take the camera with it when it does.
This is part of an M&S tableware set called Autumn Leaves.
I started collecting it when I got married over 50 years ago and have added to it over the years, often as because it was going out of fashion, but it's timeless to me.
It's stoneware and very long lasting.
On this their first run for the Michigan Northern we find ex Seaboard RS12's 212 & 213 viewed from the M-115 overpass on the south side of Cadillac, Michigan. This run south toward Grand Rapids would not go well as the lead unit kept overheating and the second had so much oil leaking from the block it shut down before too long. It was a long sloooow chase and I gave up at Reed City - August 26, 1978.
We started this trip on the East Coast of India and now we are on the West Coast. Quite an amazing feat given the size of India. I am teasing just a little bit because if one looks at the map we have crossed at one of the smallest points of the huge country.
This is Marari Beach on the Arabian Sea. The stretch of beach where I stayed is rather unremarkable, but very pleasant . The small beach cottage with a huge veranda was the selling point. The name of the property was A Beach Symphony and was made up of only five individual cottages.
An alert Hermit Thrush foraging for its breakfast in my rear yard.
Common migrant. Rare winter resident.
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A perfect start to the new year. An early night on Hogmanay meant I was feeling fresh as a daisy yesterday so after a big run and a big walk, I headed out to photograph the wild weather. I have a few shots of big breaking waves going over the breakwater but I just loved the moody atmosphere and colours in the sky in the few minutes before sunset. This moment didn't last long at all so I was glad to have managed to capture it. What a great way to get the cobwebs of 2018 blown out of my system! This is Portknockie harbour in Morayshire, Scotland.
I was pretty bored yesterday and started walking around my house looking at random things through my macro lens to see what looked interesting.
This most clever Halloween display was seen in my daughter's San Diego neighborhood and uploaded for Smile on Saturday! :-). theme: free theme. Hope this makes you smile as much as it did me when I saw it! HSoS everyone!
Start of the day
I start every morning with a latte. As I was preparing to brew my espresso today, I noticed the light streaming in from a window illuminating the chrome of the Aquila espresso machine. It gave me an idea .. I positioned a camera and grabbed a shot as the delicious espresso was being extracted.
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My first train of 2005 was this eastbound CN 411 in Caffey not long after sunrise on January 4th. I couldn't think of a better way to start the year. 7638 had to be the coolest SD45 still running on CN. By that time WC units were disappearing fairly fast. CN 9455 and WC 3009 trail along with 88 cars of manifest freight for Sault Ste. Marie.
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After starting my day on the Mattawamkeag Sub with NBSR, I then cut across to Greenville to try and lens the rail train working the Moosehead around MP 36. They were dumping out around Squaw Brook for the whole morning and into the afternoon when they would meet 250. As luck would have it they took paper from the West siding switch Moosehead to Jackman immediately after the meet. With the sun fading I knew I wouldn't be getting anything at Parlin, but as I came around the corner on Route 15 at Demo Rd I knew I had them. The sun was nearly head on, if not for that there was no hope, the sun was getting incredibly low in the sky. Veteran SD40-2 5936 was doing the honors with SD60 6258 trailing.