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Dear friends and visitors,
I have to tell you that I’m no longer updating my photostream at a regular rate. My last upload was some months ago and since then I even haven’t had time to thank you for your comments and faves. It was a pretty busy year for me and next year will be not any different. Over the last years, you’ve made my stream a real success by loads of faves and comments and invitations to groups and I’m very grateful for that. However, there came a time when coping with these social media activities put more and more a strain on me and I had to make a decision, i.e. whether I should either neglect my professional and private life or my flickr stream. On the other hand, I didn’t cease to take pictures (NEVER – just scrap it, dude) and actually, I like to show them to other people.
So I’m now trying to establish such a thing as an, mhm, unsocial media agreement with you, and it goes like this: If you like one of my pics – thanx a lot, but don’t fave it and don’t comment on it. If you do it nevertheless, please don’t expect an answer or an reciprocal fave, because it might take months before I check my stream the next time and by then, my activities list will show nilch.
I wish you the very best, and may the gods of light and art be with you!
Picturepest, a.k.a. Michael
With stacks blasting blue exhaust and hot traction motors straining, the 1201 was nearing its destination after a eight mile run from Shelton and was about one mile out from The Dayton Dry Sort yard. The hardest pull on the line is a hill known as The Sand Cut, a one mile long 2% grade, quite a bit of toil for the Simpson switchers even with two manned helpers on the rear of a heavy train of wet logs. The log trains are gone now but tourist rail-bikes still use the railroad in the summer. Perhaps someday scenic excursion trains will utilize the old line where logs were once hauled by train from 1895 until 2014. Note the pop can attached to a tree top like a Christmas decoration
Number 2 in the series folks. As you can see he is still straining to lift the fish up and his body is leaning to the left for more leverage, but again to no avail. Your heart goes out to him and you want to try to help but of course you cannot, and as he struggles you know that he will figure it out, and when he does the drama then continues.
Have a great day everyone, sorry for the long story, as my friend Larry would say Bill it is a little windy, thanks for stopping by.
I know this image looks redundant folks but it is a part of the story, but the look did change, but apologize anyway, the story get better.
I am here for a purpose and that purpose is to grow into a mountain,
not to shrink to a grain of sand.
Henceforth will I apply ALL my efforts to become the highest mountain of all
and I will strain my potential until it cries for mercy.
~Og Mandino
*Taken at Al Muaither park, Doha, Qatar
Have a happy TGIF friends!!!
Taken at 9:01 pm after the sun had given it's last light, this was the show in the sky. Rondeau Bay has the best sunsets. You can make out the barn roofs and silos on the opposite shore silhouetted on the horizon.
Even before we were passionate about photography, this was the place to be.
In 1952, Maurice Smyth built his own Pavilion just outside the Rondeau Provincial Park's gates, The third and last dance hall at Rondeau. On some dance nights there would be over 1,700 people lined up at the Rondeau Pavilion. They had bands like Bob Seeger, The American Breed, CCR and Alice Cooper all play at Rondeau. Maurice decorated the walls in his hall with palm trees, lit up by coloured fluorescent lighting. The timing was perfect for those early Rock "n" roll years. Many of the new groups who would later become famous played his hall.
A sad ending of the hall was on Halloween 1980 when a fire started in a garbage can, likely due to a cigarette. With this dancing in Rondeau was finished, just the walks on the beach, and the strains of music floating through the summer night are now just pleasant thoughts for the lucky people who remember dancing at Rondeau Park. Me included ;-}
Listening to Old Time Rock "n" Roll
North Shore 763 (Standard Steel Car 1930 now at Illinois Ry Museum) at Mukwonago, Wi. (830142)*
Kodachrome by Jim Strain
The extreme large size of this cutthroat trout is unique to the native Lahontan's of Pyramid Lake (a.k.a. Pilot Peak Strain).As residents of ancient Lake Lahontan, these cutthroat evolved into predators highly trained on capturing the native forage fish. The tui chub was likely the most abundant of these forage fish on Lake Lahontan, and is today the most abundant fish in Pyramid Lake.
Colors are beginning to become more abundant as northbound CSX empty coal train E760-16 strains their way upgrade through the North end of the Boody, VA, siding with the string of 103 empty hoppers fighting them all the way on the morning of October 17, 2020.
We are straining toward the vision
while the new golden calf
is a clown
in our wretched loss of vision.
The thing that makes us breath
and cannot be inhaled in our breathing
is so fucking hard to know.
afraid I've had a nasty strain of Pneumonia recently......more like a fever......keep falling asleep can't breath so well & disorientating ....just the job for Christmas
yep I missed Christmas & my birthday & don't remeber actually doing this image.....that was about 12 days ago & the last thing I did until coming round a couple of days ago & now getting over it but just so tired....3 weeks of being in & out of reality & not the nicest way to spend the Hols...
I do remember wishing it was Spring & the bulbs were out in the garden & now just glad to be here.....a scary trip indeed
A reminder of just how vulnerable we humans are & how close to to wind we sometimes sail without even knowing
Hope you have a Very Happy & Healthy New Year
I was going to let you guess what it was as I suspect a lot of people won't know :-)
It is actually a fence strainer, one of those things that makes the wires tight.
Today, we went to the extremely picturesque Llyn Efyrnwy in Powys, with incredible weather too! Our day started at 0300 with the sound of an unwanted alarm. We wanted to be out of the house by 0345 to ensure we hit the lake in time for Dawn. It was worth it! Not a single car or person in sight! We had time to capture a number of shots and then head to the Lake Vyrnwy Hotel & Spa for breakfast before coming across anybody!
What a day for photography. Clear dark blue skies all day, and a great opportunity to teach Gemma how to use her new camera.
This shot was taken at around 0615 just as the sun broke the horizon and lit the western banks of the reservoir.
The straining tower on Llyn Efyrnwy is a a filter which strains material in the water via a metal mesh before it flows along the aqueduct to Liverpool. The tower sits 47m tall (32m of which is above water). The water from Llyn Efyrnwy is carried 68 miles to Merseyside along the Vyrnwy large Diameter Trunk Main (LDTM) aqueduct originally constructed in 1881.h
MRL 355, the last of its kind on the Montana Rail Link, growls and roars as it digs into the grade on the east slope of Bozeman Pass. The grade just started a mile or so back in Livingston, and there's still nearly 15 miles to go for this pair of elderly EMDs.
MRL LB (Laurel to Bozeman and return)
MRL SD45 #355
MRL SD40-2XR #263
Livingston, MT
May 2nd, 2022