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Inside the same flower as in the previous shot, moth mullein . These purple structures reminded people of moth antennas, and gave it the name moth mullein . To me they look more like butterfly antennas.
Another of Gallen's Foden tippers. This time a 1973 London registered eight wheeler seen doing duty in Colliers Wood High Street in 1979.
Microficha perteneciente al peunte Chanco. Este tipo de documento fue elaborado en la decada de los 40, por el personal encargado de la mantención de los puentes. El ingeniero a cargo fue el Señor Julio Tapia, importante ingeniero de puentes de la Empresa de los Ferrocarriles del Estado.
Estas fichas aportan datos básicos del conocimiento de los puentes de la red ferroviaria. Un espectacular aporte gracias al último puentero de la vieja escuela, Cristian Carrasco.
" 1. P.R., ladro napoletano. - 2.O..., ladro napoletano. - 3. G. Marini, moglie di brigante. 4. .S., falsario piemontese. - 5. Cartouche. - 6. Desrues, avvelenatore."
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I was really keen to get a photo of this species with wings open . Sadly the only time I managed a decent photo was with one of them that had noticeable damage. To be honest most I saw had damage.
If you have a front-cell focusing lens with a distance ring held by set screws, mark the location of the infinity index on the lens after you remove the distance ring.
Now you can put it back in the correct orientation. Use the original indentations (or drilled pockets as here) for the set screws to make it exact.
In virtually every case, the correct infinity position will be the farthest back that the lens can go with the index lined up. If you have a multi-start thread for the focusing helical that can complicate things a bit, but generally you need to be on the thread that reaches the infinity mark when it's almost seated all the way back. Of course it's always a good idea to check focus after reassembly, but you'll generally find that this has put you in the right place.
The casual dumping of rubbish is one of the pernicious everyday scourges of UK living in the 21st century. Not as serious as knife crime or intolerance to other races/orientations, but perhaps something that we encounter more regularly.
I wouldn't celebrate it but this caught my eye between Clandown and Coombend in Radstock; I have visions of a pensioner stuck at home wondering where their mobility scooter is?