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Freightliner Class 66/6 No. 66601 crawls up the grade from Great Rocks towards Peak Forest with 6H41, the 16:12 Tunstead Sidings – Bredbury Tilcon loaded aggregate on 12th July 2024. 66013 on the right and 66142 on the fuel road in the foreground.
Abraham Joshua Heschel says: “Much of what the Bible demands can be comprised in one word, ‘Remember.’”...
...It is no exaggeration to say that the suffering we most frequently encounter in the ministry is a suffering of memories. They are the wounding memories that ask for healing.
-Henri J. M. Nouwen
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Did some new press images for my buddies in Hundredth. Catch them on tour with EveryTimeIDie, Vanna,,No Bragging Rights, and The Acacia Strain.
Strobist
-one ab800 through octabox camera left and high
Canon 5d mark ii
17-40mm f4 usm L
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Taken in September 2009, looking across Thirlmere at the Straining Well and Valve House from the reservoir's south bank.
It was built in 1885-1894 by G H Hill (engineer), for Manchester Corporation Waterworks Committee. According to Historic England it consists of coursed slate nibble walls, with red sandstone dressings and battlemented parapets. The circular tower with lower double rectangular valve house structures, forms an overall V-shape when seen from above. It is a mock castle-like building with plain openings and slit vents. It was given Grade II listed building status in 1985.
I had been taking advantage of almost mirror-like still waters although the wind had picked up a little at this point...
Thirlmere is an artificial lake, having been dammed at its northern end (off to the left above) in 1889 by the Manchester City Corporation Waterworks, resulting in a rise of over 30m in the water levels, drowning two adjoining lakes and two small settlements.
He just managed to catch it. His friends sure throw the ball hard.
Nikon D850
AF Zoom-Nikkor 80-200mm f/2.8 ED
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Introducing The Munnas cafe first landing of UK Cali on the strip . Britscotti Also known as "Dank of England", And the Zheetos
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All Equipment and instructions provided at the all new Munna cafe a spot to chill, shot, party and smoke up in luxury.
Come get some UK flavours .
2012 vs. 2017
Not that it's been that warm, we just haven't had the combination of cold conditions and precipitation. I won't be doing much cross-country skiing for a while; OTOH, I won't be straining my back shoveling snow.
LC Verse Spider-Man #25 "The Alpha"
I fire my dual AK-47s at the large Parasite but it just keeps on coming, I retreat back as it bellows loudly " YOU ARE INFERIOR, I AM SUPERIOR, I AM THE ALPHA, I AM ALPHASITE!" It delivers a large swipe with its abominable hand sending me soaring through the air across the road. People flee in panic as I create a large trail of rubble behind me, I grunt in pain getting up as I let my parasite heal my wounds. Alpha site bounds after me before I can get up and grabs me in its hand like a rag doll throwing me through the air off a nearby building, my whole body throbs in pain and I cry out as I fall to the floor groaning. "Where are you Pete?" I mutter slowly getting to my feet, Alphasites large footsteps get louder as it begins to enclose in on me, I can't defeat it on my own I'm going to have to run. I look around and see a manhole cover, I quickly lift it up and jump down into the sewer for a desperate escape, I pull the cover back over me drowning out the loud bellowing of Alphasite.
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The wretched stench of the sewer fills my nostrils but that's the least of my problems, "How did that thing find me?" I say to myself running through the sewer panting, a large crash erupts behind me and the painful scream of Alphasite echoes behind him and not far behind either. "YOU CANNOT RUN FROM THE ALPHA!" It bellows behind me as I hear it's loud footsteps charge behind me like a stampede of rhinos, I look behind me seeing the large abomination lunge at me grabbing my body in its hand.
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"Aaaah!" I scream out in pain as its claws pierce my back. It squeezes me like a half empty tube of toothpaste, the parasite heals my wounds but even I can tell its straining to keep up with the damage. Alphasites maw stretches open, all around its gums elongated teeth sprout out as if it were a flower opening up to the rays of the sun. I let out a final scream as it crams my body down its wide throat, It's like a sac of sillyputty. It begins to suffocate me, it's gooey insides drowning out my cries for help. I begin to feel like I'm burning, the heat intensifies and my parasitic suit boils shrieking in agony as its singed from my skin.
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I am spat out of Alphasites gullet as if I were nothing but disgusting phlegm, I collapse to the floor crawling away weakened I feel like I've just been drained. I look up at Alphasite with desperation, knowing I am defeated. I am without my Parasite, my lifeline. "THIS WILL LAST ME SOME TIME." It says to itself as it begins to lumber away leaving me cast out on the sewer floor for dead, my body begins to ache and I groan in pain as my cancerous cells begin to once again become active in my system. Only this time I have no Parasite suit to keep them inactive.
I went to Gaja today for really no reason. I accidently took a wrong turn and ended up at this Wat. I was hoping to get a shot of this monk sweeping, but he stopped to rub his back right when I pulled the trigger. The shot's a little blurry as a result, but I really like the pose and crop out of camera so I don't want to pass it up.
This picture again shows the strain on the undercarriage, without the little brick propping up the middle. One of the parts that is fiendishly difficult to picture is the area above the jet intake.
Though petals are soft indeed, to keep their beauty, they must be straining and keeping the most beautiful pose of themselves.
Lake Vyrnwy is man-made, with the dam that created it completed in 1888. The village of Llanwddyn was submerged by the lake. In dry summers, if the water level drops far enough, the ruins of the old village reappear.
The Straining Tower at Lake Vyrnwy looks like part of a fairytale castle. In reality, its purpose is to filter or strain out material in the water with a fine metal mesh, before the water flows along the aqueduct to Liverpool