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IT takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home,
A heap o' sun an' shadder, an' ye sometimes have t' roam
Afore ye really 'preciate the things ye lef' behind,
An' hunger fer 'em somehow, with 'em allus on yer mind.
It don't make any differunce how rich ye get t' be,
How much yer chairs an' tables cost, how great yer luxury;
It ain't home t' ye, though it be the palace of a king,
Until somehow yer soul is sort o' wrapped round everything.
Home ain't a place that gold can buy or get up in a minute;
Afore it's home there's got t' be a heap o' livin' in it;
Within the walls there's got t' be some babies born, and then
Right there ye've got t' bring 'em up t' women good, an' men;
And gradjerly as time goes on, ye find ye wouldn't part
With anything they ever used -- they've grown into yer heart:
The old high chairs, the playthings, too, the little shoes they wore
Ye hoard; an' if ye could ye'd keep the thumb-marks on the door.
Ye've got t' weep t' make it home, ye've got t' sit an' sigh
An' watch beside a loved one's bed, an' know that Death is nigh;
An' in the stillness o' the night t' see Death's angel come,
An' close the eyes o' her that smiled, an' leave her sweet voice dumb.
Fer these are scenes that grip the heart, an'when yer tears are dried,
Ye find the home is dearer than it was, an' sanctified;
An' tuggin' at ye always are the pleasant memories
O' her that was an' is no more -- ye can't escape from these.
Ye've got t' sing an' dance fer years, ye've got t' romp an' play,
An' learn t' love the things ye have by usin' 'em each day;
Even the roses 'round the porch must blossom year by year
Afore they 'come a part o' ye, suggestin' someone dear
Who used t' love 'em long ago, an' trained 'em jes t' run
The way they do, so's they would get the early mornin' sun;
Ye've got t' love each brick an' stone from cellar up t' dome:
It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home.
Edgar Guest
DB Cargo Class 60 No. 60010 rumbles through Llanelli on 11th November 2021, while heading 6B33 1335 There Puma - Robeston Sidings discharged bogie tanker. Copyright Photograph John Whitehouse - all rights reserved
Still in Load Haul livery, but now an EWS Class 60, No. 60059 'Swinden Dalesman' is seen 't'uggin' through the shadows at Streetly on 18th November heading 6M82 Walsall - Tunstead empty cement tnakers. Copyright Photograph John Whitehouse - all rights reserved
Saturday night cruising in Paprihaven.
Jimbo Tuggins is prepping for the Christmas holidays. For Jimbo that means he and Carly take their custom Volkswagen Hauler down to the Lake Paprihaven Camping Park.
The camp grounds are not as crowded during this colder time of the year and Jimbo knows the other regulars will be there.
But none of the others have an rig quite like his custom VW bus. In the hauler Jimbo has his deluxe tent, generator, ATVs and all the comforts of camping. It remains the talk of the park!
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Hot Wheels
Custom Volkswagen Hauler
2018 Malaysia
This would make for a good life I reckon...
DxO Optics 10, Perfect Effects' Dynamic Contrast on Tug and buildings...
Home by
Edgar GuestBy
It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home,
A heap o' sun an' shadder, an' ye sometimes have t' roam
Afore ye really 'preciate the things ye lef' behind,
An' hunger fer 'em somehow, with 'em allus on yer mind.
It don't make any differunce how rich ye get t' be,
How much yer chairs an' tables cost, how great yer luxury;
It ain't home t' ye, though it be the palace of a king,
Until somehow yer soul is sort o' wrapped round everything.
Home ain't a place that gold can buy or get up in a minute;
Afore it's home there's got t' be a heap o' livin' in it;
Within the walls there's got t' be some babies born, and then
Right there ye've got t' bring 'em up t' women good, an' men;
And gradjerly as time goes on, ye find ye wouldn't part
With anything they ever used — they've grown into yer heart:
The old high chairs, the playthings, too, the little shoes they wore
Ye hoard; an' if ye could ye'd keep the thumb-marks on the door.
Ye've got t' weep t' make it home, ye've got t' sit an' sigh
An' watch beside a loved one's bed, an' know that Death is nigh;
An' in the stillness o' the night t' see Death's angel come,
An' close the eyes o' her that smiled, an' leave her sweet voice dumb.
Fer these are scenes that grip the heart, an' when yer tears are dried,
Ye find the home is dearer than it was, an' sanctified;
An' tuggin' at ye always are the pleasant memories
o' her that was an' is no more—ye can't escape from these.
Ye've got t' sing an' dance fer years, ye've got t' romp an' play,
An' learn t' love the things ye have by usin' 'em each day;
Even the roses 'round the porch must blossom year by year
Afore they 'come a part o' ye, suggestin' someone dear
Who used t' love 'em long ago, an' trained 'em jes t' run
The way they do, so's they would get the early mornin' sun;
Ye've got t' love each brick an' stone from cellar up t' dome:
It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home.
Thanks Mom & Dad for making a home for me. Heart is where the heart is - and I feel very blessed.
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Lea Marston on 21st January 2011, with Class 60 No. 60040 'The Territorial Army Centenary' droning through heading 6E41 1115 Westerleigh - Lindsey discharged bogie tanks. I think that the tree on the left has since been removed. Copyright Photograph John Whitehouse - all rights reserved
Supposed to storm bad tonight... but for now just a sunny day with my feet up!
Happy Friday :) Have a wonderful, restful, happy weekend!
And each time I leave, Chicago is
Tuggin' my sleeve, Chicago is
The Wrigley Building, Chicago is
The Union Stockyard, Chicago is
One town that won't let you down
It's my kind of town
56091 & 60055 DCRail on 6Z29 14:49 Peak Forest Cemex Sidings - Brandon Down Goods Loop at Peak Forest in the Long Sidings 06/07/2023
Everyday, I take our little buddy, Cumin out,
to poop- & as we climb
the steeply-inclined-cobblestone-street
to “Jardim do Morro”,
Gabi’s singing can be heard-
lyrically-floating over the Parks retaining wall….
&-heard by many (including CUMIN!)
He immediately - begins tuggin' on his leash;
so eager to "quickly get up there-Poppa",
to greet his favorite Brazilian-Buskers-
playing-The-Bossa-Nova-tunes of Antonio Carlos Jobim .
Their ❤️ for Cumin is
as great as their music
and
his ❤️🐾 for these 2 new friends in GAIA!
60026 "Having A Laugh Helvellyn" mrs fail a lot lol seen on 6E09 Liverpool Biomass - Drax at Denton 15/12/2021
DC Rail's 60046 'William Wilberforce' is lost amongst the vegetation and heat haze, as it plods along the last mile of its journey from Gloucestershire with loaded stone for HS2.
6M02, 07:32 Tytherington Quarry - Quainton Railhead
60076 TNT 66725 on the 6M51 Doncaster Down Decoy GBRF - Liverpool Biomass TML GBF at Stockport 17/04/2022
A piece of history now, 'Tugs' on the Kingsbury Tanks. They were still going strong eighteen months or so ago, as on 18th November 2022 No. 60074 'Luke' heads 6E54 1104 Kingsbury Sidings - Humber Oil Refinery discharged tankers through Portway. In so doing DB Cargo seem to have produced a colour coordinated train also. Copyright Photograph John Whitehouse - all rights reserved
60039 "Dove Holes" on 6H02 Arpley Sidings - Tunstead empties at Cheadle Heath 05/03/2021
Screen Shot from Phone Video...
FULL YOUTUBE VIDEO SET FROM TODAY GUYS :):):) www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGnzydAM6Ao
Tug, Ron S. Ledcor on the Fraser River near the Abbotsford-Mission Bridge. Taken from Matsqui Park, Abbotsford, B.C. Haulingl tons of gravel downstream.
So this is my very most popular picture in my whole stream, and is referenced on a number of shady blogs and in dubious dark corners of the Internets. I'd like to give a big shout-out of thanks to all the pervy pervs getting their perv on by looking at my big doofy butt. Thanks for making this pic so popular, darling pervs! Couldn't have done it without you!
/rolls eyes
Taken for the brilliant and beautiful Lasadh, who recently was looking for some butts.
The Crew on the Kentucky go for one last swing through to stir up the ice before waiting off of her starboard side to see if any more help is needed.
60021 "HELVELLYN" on 6M51 Doncaster Down Decoy GBRF - Liverpool Biomass TML GBF at Heaton Norris 19/12/2021
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I woke up this morning at 3:30am and something didn’t feel right. I was instantly wide awake, and had sort of an ‘eerie’ feeling. I got up, checked the doors, checked on my dog Sadie, and everything seemed to be fine. I just couldn’t shake the feeling though, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. Solution: photography.
I checked the weather in San Fran, and it said partially cloudy at 5am (which turned out to be a huge lie). I grabbed my gear in the dark (I’m getting pretty good at that) and headed out the door.
Where to go exactly? Golden Gate? Fort Funston? Santa Cruz? Areas narrowed for this reason or that, and I decided on a comp I had seen before, but that I’d never gotten to myself, the Golden Gate Station/Calvio Point/horseshoe Bay area.
I got there around 4:45 and started snooping around for the comp I wanted. I have to tell you right off the bat, that I nearly got skunked at this location. By that I don’t mean that the conditions weren’t right (although they weren’t prime), but that as I was checking for comps at the end of a pier, I came face to face with a damn skunk! I backed away slowly and headed way over to one side out of the way of this little beast. I’m no sissy, but there are things in this world you just shouldn’t mess with: tuggin’ at superman’s cape, peeing into the wind etc.
I finally found what I was looking for, set up, and fired a shot every couple minutes or so until I figured I had eaten up the best light this morning had to offer. I like this comp, as it’s a little lower than most I’ve seen from here, but that definitely came at the expense of some salt water all up in my stuff (pants, camera, filters etc), and I learned another valuable lesson: ~5 minutes after a freighter goes floating by, move yourself and your belongings away from the waters edge!
As the blue hour faded, I ran up across the 101 to Hendrik Point and grabbed a couple shots up there. More to come from there in the days that follow.
All in all, great morning of shooting that would have otherwise been meaningless, and I was able to get home and bring my wife a Jamba Juice before she left for work. Not to shabby if I do say so myself.
Thanks for looking, thanks for all the comments, and the favs, I really do appreciate it.
Cheers and happy shooting.
Singh-Ray 2 stop soft edge GND
Canon 5DMKII
Canon 16-35 @ 27mm
Iso 200
f/22
99 sec
Singh-Ray 2 stop soft edge GND
I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench an old man was sitting there
I said, your old courthouse is kinda run down
He said, naw, it'll do for our little town
I said, your old flagpole has leaned a little bit
And that's a ragged old flag you got hanging on it
He said, have a seat, and I sat down
Is this the first time you've been to our little town?
I said, I think it is
He said, I don't like to brag
But we're kinda proud of that ragged old flag
You see, we got a little hole in that flag there when
Washington took it across the Delaware
And it got powder-burned the night Francis Scott Key
Sat watching it writing say can you see
And it got a bad rip in New Orleans
With Packingham and Jackson tuggin' at its seams
And it almost fell at the Alamo
Beside the texas flag, but she waved on though
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill
There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard, and Bragg
And the south wind blew hard on that ragged old flag
On Flanders field in World War one
She got a big hole from a Bertha gun
She turned blood red in World War Two
She hung limp and low a time or two
She was in Korea and Vietnam
She went where she was sent by Uncle Sam
She waved from our ships upon the Briny foam
And now they've about quit waving her back here at home
In her own good land here she's been abused
She's been burned, dishonored, denied, and refused
And the government for which she stands
Is scandalized throughout the land
And she's getting threadbare and wearing thin
But she's in good shape for the shape she's in
'Cause she's been through the fire before
And I believe she can take a whole lot more
So we raise her up every morning
We take her down every night
We don't let her touch the ground and we fold her up right
On second thought, I do like to brag
'Cause I'm mighty proud of that ragged old flag
Ragged Old Flag
--Johnny Cash
60016 passes Culvert Road, Clapham working a Hoo Junction - Temple Mills engineers consisting of a partial CWR set and and some ballast wagons to the rear.
Summer 2001 dated shot
60061 passes Culvert Road, Clapham working a Mountfield to Southampton Western Docks empty gypsum service. Class 60's were once common place on this working before being displaced by EWS class 66 locos. Today GBRf 66/7's monopolise this flow, and the small British Gypsum containers have been replaced with blue bogie box wagons.
Summer 2001 dated shot
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UceaB4D0jpo
Rockstar being swallowed up in the sea of fame
All the fans tryna' pull on his rags
While the haters be tuggin' to drag
Model: Jahseh x Juju XII
Thanks for modeling for me!
Playing tug o' war in the yard with a giant leaf during the first week i got her.
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Go ahead and close the door. I'll stand outside in the rain. A little bird just told me. So, it's time to start over again. So, I'll man up and take this boat far away from these shores and I'll reach behind an enemy light and find my terrible cure. 'Cause it's a cruel and beautiful world and I got my girl and if it seems like we're falling behind, we're just slippin' and tuggin' from the mouths of our mind.
Cruel & Beautiful World by Grouplove.
One week in to this year long project :D I'm excited to see myself change again. Last night I was trying to envision what I will look like when I'm a senior in high school... I can't even picture it!
I can actually see my hair getting longer!
My 50mm f/1.8 is on its way to my house! I'm feeling the urge to name it...
A tug boat doing business under some crepuscular rays. I've been here many times and rarely see tug boats come through. I figured I'd zoom in to keep all the gold and yellow light trapped in the frame. Keep on tuggin'!!
A damp afternoon greets DBS Class 60 No. 60020 'The Willows' as it winds up the grade from Walsall station to Ryecroft Junction heading 6E08 1303 Wolverhampton Steel Terminal - Immingham on 2nd March 2016. The train is approaching North Street bridge which has only recently reopened after a prolonged closure for rebuilding work ahead of the line being electrified. Copyright photograph by John Whitehouse - all rights reserved
So, GBRf have toys. Shiny Mirrlees toys. And on this very day, one of those shiny Mirrlees toys has ventured forth from Roberts Road to Tuebrook.
60085 to be precise.
Now, what can that possibly mean? Pure conjecture on my part, but I reckon the days of top 'n tail meekly Sheds on the Bootle branch may be numbered. I understand there may be issues regarding the slow speed control on a class 60, but there's nothing there that someone with knowledge of the system can't fix.
And one Tug shuttling the trains from Tuebrook to LBT and back saves two Sheds to use elsewhere.
Liverpool may be about to get interesting once more.
60011 dragging 6F74 to Fiddlers Ferry out of the docks, 27 May 2014.
ACP (Panama Canal Authority) tugboat CERRO LA VIEJA, built in Spain in 2013, in the new Agua Clara locks on the Atlantic side of the Panama Canal, October 27, 2017. Photo by Joe McMillan.
Autumnal hues are prevalent during a pleasant hour in Hessle.
Silver tug 60066 heads the Hull (Hedon Road) to Belmont (vice Masboro) steel working.
Hessle 29 October 2019
Overcast with some sun
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Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin
Broken down
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don't know
How to smile
Your baby's eyes look crazy
They're tuggin' at your sleeve
You walk the floor
And wonder why
With every breath you breathe...
You prayed to the Lord above
Oh please send you a friend
Your empty pocket tells you
That you ain't got no friend...
Your babies are crying louder now
It's pounding on your brain
Your wife's screams
Are stabbin' you
Like the dirty drivin' rain
Your grass is turning black
There's no water
In your well
Your spent your last lone dollar
On seven shotgun shells
There's seven breezes blowin'
Around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the oceans pounding roar...