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This is a new project called Traverser Road.I am doing from a seed planted from Ronald Vallenduuk, of his Traverser Workshop that was on display at the AFOLcon 2011 in Shefield England.
RD14444. The GWR STEAM Museum at Swindon commemorates the work of the many thousands of employees that built and ran the Great Western Railway, and those that toiled at Swindon Works until it was closed by British Railways in 1986.
Although much of the old works and equipment was swept away years ago, the museum is in one of the old works buildings and outside is this traverser which still sees occasional use when they need to get exhibits in or out of the museum.
For more details of this splendid look back at the old GWR see their website : www.steam-museum.org.uk/Pages/Home.aspx
Wednesday, 22nd February, 2017. Copyright © Ron Fisher.
On a hochtour to Liskamm (4527m), Zermatt, Switzerland
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T800 Wide Hood with new Fontaine Traverse 40 ton hydraulic tail trailer loaded with cat 420f and John Deere 5085m
New York City Gay Pride Parade (Heritage Pride March) 2011.
Greenwich Village, New York City.
All taken directly across the street from where it all began, The Stonewall Inn.
"The Gay Pride March is an annual march more commonly referred to as the Pride Parade in New York City, traversing southward downFifth Avenue and ending at Greenwich Village. The March passes by the site of the Stonewall Inn on Christopher Street, location of the 1969 police raid which launched the modern Gay Rights Movement.The March, PrideFest (the festival) and the Dance on the Pier are the main events of Pride Week in New York City Gay Pride Week. Since 1984, Heritage of Pride (HOP) has been the producer and organizer of Pride Events in New York City. Source
"The Stonewall riots were a series of spontaneous, violent demonstrations against a police raid that took place in the early morning hours of June 28, 1969, at the Stonewall Inn, in the Greenwich Village neighborhood of New York City. They are frequently cited as the first instance in American history when people in the homosexual community fought back against a government-sponsored system that persecuted sexual minorities, and they have become the defining event that marked the start of the gay rights movement in the United States and around the world." Source
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J'assiste à cet événement depuis 10 ans. La traversée de Paris a généralement lieu deux fois par an. Chaque fois que je viens voir les voitures j'essaie de faire quelque chose d'un peu différent. J'essaie de me faire évoluer ma photographie sur ce sujet de l'automobile, de la bagnole.
Il m'est finalement venu à l'esprit que mes images, pour la plupart, manquent de mouvement implicite. C'est-à-dire que les voitures et les motos bougent et que mes images avaient rarement le sens du mouvement.
Alors cette fois, j'ai commencé avec des voitures en mouvement. Lorsque j'aurai exploré le sujet de cette manière, je retournerai le concept à l'envers et je partagerai le même sujet d'un point de vue conceptuel différent.
The Underwater II / OHÉ DU BATEAU !
SEPTEMBRE 01, 2014 / Presse / Soirée
Ce week-end (29-30 août), alors que l’eau s’était retirée de la piscine Pailleron, c’est une déferlante festive de plusieurs centaines de matelots enjoués tout de blanc vêtus qui ont su re-remplir le bassin de bonne humeur comme il se devait !
Après avoir écouté les conseils du capitaine Igloo et pris un ou deux selfies sur son zodiac, les fêtards ont entamé leur descente vers les mystérieux fonds marins.
En chemin, sur un air de Titanic, ils ont aidé Rose à retrouver son Jack, assisté le chirurgien dans son opération délicate pour sauver un rescapé d’une attaque de méduses ou encore fait un câlin à Gérard, la sirène dans sa piscine gonflable.
Avant de faire le grand plongeon, l’équipage déjà survolté tentait, tant bien que mal, d’écouter les consignes de sécurité de notre commando d’hommes-grenouille aguerris, puis se jetait dans le grand bassin. Avant de courir vers le plongeoir ! SPLASH !
De l’autre coté de la surface, au milieu des mollusques aériens et des algues fluorescentes, les matelots se sont rapidement laissés happer par l’ivresse des profondeurs.
Afin de guider les plongeurs vers l’extase abyssalle, les DJs menaient la danse depuis leur incroyable sous-marin : Ohé Capitaine !
Entre deux apnées électroniques, nos élégants noctambules ont pu rejoindre le triangle des Bermudes où le capitaine Willy Le Borgne leur avait préparé quelques hot-dog saignants en échange de quelques écus trébuchants.
Après deux nuits de traversée onirique, le palais de Pailleron retrouve son calme, les eaux ont de nouveau envahi le bassin, pour le plus grand plaisir des baigneurs habitués.
Earlier this year I planned my first ambitious solo route to celebrate the Solstice by traversing the Cascade Mountains by connecting the valley that 410 follows with the valley that I-90 follows. This connector uses Naches Pass, Green Pass and Tacoma Pass and crosses the Pacific Crest Trail thrice. I left after work and followed the Green River until darkness set in and set up a stealth camp back along the back trails of Flaming Geyser State Park. Unfortunately the weather wasn't as nice as I was hoping so I set out into the rain the next day and connected Mud Mountain Rd to some logging roads then spun up HWY 410 until I could climb out of the valley. I stopped at the last restaurant in Greenwater before leaving civilization behind. I spent all day climbing up the rugged Naches Trail which had lots of large rocks, sticky/slippery mud and unreasonably steep grades. I finally made it to my destination which was a primitive hut at one of the intersections of the Naches Trail and Pacific Crest Trail. I met two very nice older gentlemen that were from Seattle and hiking the PCT in sections so we all spent the evening together sharing stores. Unfortunately one of them had started a fire and smoked out the cabin because we couldn't find the flume anywhere so we laid out our sleeping bags near a doorway. Next day I followed the remainder of the Naches trail and eventually crossed over Green Pass and Tacoma Pass which were totally socked in but still fantastic. I guess I will have to make another trip to enjoy the beautiful ridge line! I descended through Tacoma Pass and had to go around some washouts then ford the river barefoot where a bridge had washed out. Eventually I made it back to civilization and got a yummy veggie sandwich and restocked on beers in Easton. A little before dark I jumped on to the Iron Horse Trail and traversed through the Snoqualmie Tunnel eventually reaching Alice Creek Campground which I had all to myself... well I also shared with those two owls that were having sex overhead. I woke up extra early and hit the trail so I could bomb down the pass and get to North Bend for breakfast at that one crappy Twin Peaks diner. It was underwhelming as always so I didn't hang around long because I had to rendezvous outside of Issaquah with the Swift Industries Adventure crew that had left Seattle and was linking up three MTB trails to arrive at Tolt Mcdonald Campground. A second Swift Industries crew was sticking to the roads and meeting up at the same campground to celebrate the longest day of the year. Mary also was interested in meeting up at the campground so she took her own solo route to meet up with all of us. We had a great evening and I was lucky enough to snag a spot in Monica's (or Larry's?) lean-to which was really nice with all the rain in the forecast. We waited out the rain in the morning and had a fairly dry ride back to Seattle. What a memorable weekend!
repu de soleil et de beauté, de la découverte passionnée et des rencontres humaines innatendues, riches, émouvantes parfois le voyageur laisse une dernière fois la mer et les émotions le porter, sur son chemin ... direction la maison fermée , air lourd saturé de la poussière abandonnée de l'été passé tres loin ... direction le boulôt fatidique, la rentrée des enfants et les premières courses en grande surface ... encore, encore quelques heures d'ailleurs entre livres, moteur aux rythmes sourds, sommeils cahotiques, désign étonnant et décalé de l'embarcation ... Ulysse, Ulysse aperçois tu Pénélope, là bas, sur le rivage ; boucanier, pirate d'occasion la mouette rieuse et le goeland majestueux te disent la terre proche ... et puis une dernière fois le soleil qui vient embrasser la vague, la corde qui vous arrime ... TERRE ! ... vite, la voiture, vite, un Kway, il fait froid tout à coup, vite l'autoroute lisse qui remplace les sentes ensablées et cahotiques ... demain, demain ... TRAVERSéE ... le fil est renoué, la vie me pousse ...