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Coastal fog covers the harbour on a bright sunny day

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

 

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Olympus OM-2 35mm camera, Fuji 400 film, CineStill C41.

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

 

Foggy evening in the St John, New Brunswick harbour.

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60095 & 60026 on 6E17 12:28 Liverpool Biomass TML GBRF - Drax AES GBRF at Heaton Norris 25/03/2023

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

60092 passing Hebden Bridge with the 10.37 Knowsley - Wilton loaded bins on Tue 23rd July 2019.

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

Tinder and Puffin

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*Previous Story*

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

60087 on 6E10 Liverpool Biomass TML GBRF- Drax Aes GBRF at Stockport 24/10/2021

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

fucking around with this steez, shitty sharpies and gloss paper

 

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

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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...

 

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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'!!

 

tuggin on the cigarette gimme gimme nicotine! She actually doesn't really smoke

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

14 December 2019. I was with my dog and he kept tuggin on me, whoch made this a challenge.

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.

Shot this photo in Alaska in July of 2013

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.

My roomie Sabina tuggin on a grit.

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...

    

My cakes of love tuggin on her lady wear <3

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