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A Ford V8 Pick Up at the Street Mag Show Hamburg.
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Tragedy hits Xingu village August 18, 2011: 17 thatched houses burn to the ground www.24horasnews.com.br/index.php?tipo=ler&mat=382338
Union Pacifics 7309 & 7192 are about to enter Nolan tunnels with their loaded coal-train.
Wederom een klein stukje verderop zag ik de beide diesels op kop de Nolan tunnel inrijden. Op zich een leuke stek, maar met net te hoge boompjes in beeld om te blijven wachten op het einde van de trein...
Op de beide tunnelportalen is duidelijk te zien dat de rechter gebruikt wordt door de diesellocomotieven heuvelop; daar is veel meer roet aanslag te zien dan op de andere tunnel over welk spoor de treinen rustig uitbollend naar beneden rollen...
24 april 2015
What a whirlwind 5 days or so......
Been going pretty much full throttle for last several weeks with Boss on vacation. Then just catching up. And followed by Holy Saturday, Moses, Easter, and Sandra's birthday. Long days and late nights. Followed by marching through monsoons all day yesterday. In 35 degree weather.
You get soaked to the bone and freeze on top of......
And generally l go to bed relatively early. Because l enjoy, ( yes, enjoy ) getting up at 3:00 AM, and taking my time doing my yoga. It really helps to mellow me the entire day. It is truly a passion of mine.
Sooooooooo. Anyways........
Finally caught up to me last night. Got in around 7:00. Took a hot, hot steamy bath..... And laid down hoping to get a nap before Sandra got in.
Well, l slept like a baby.
Sandra and l snap pictures of each other all the time when the other doesn't know. And write little text messages to send with the picture.
This morning was this picture with a very touching thank you for her birthday. Won't get to into. It's very personal. But it did say something about coming home and finding a sleeping Angel God left her. Said she prayed after and thanked Him..........
Damn estrogen. Damn Marcia, Marcia, Marcia..... Damn Lizard Queen.... Damn.... I love her so much........
Later
Spent last weekend up in Quebec where the leaves are at peak. Sucky weather, but beautiful leaves and even better hospitality. Boston hasn't had a leaf turn and even in VT its a bit slow to turn.
BNSF 5666 and NREX 5951 (Ex C&NW 8004!) bring sand mtys to Norma. Not sure how these units ended up on a UP train.
Saturday.
It is half five in the morning, the sun has already risen although is hidden behind a veil of cloud. A family of starlings that has taken up residence in the hedge outside the bedroom window are making one heck of a noise, generally asking where the hell their breakfast is. We lay in bed until six then climb out, get dressed, feed the cat and get our stuff together.
Although Kent is a wonderful place for orchids, not all British orchids grow here, and some have become extinct. One Kentish orchid that is now extinct in the county is the Burnt Tip, which is found in small colonies in neighbouring East Sussex. I had asked one of my Flickr friends for directions to the biggest of these, and so we decided to set off for the 90 mile drive into Sussex and hunt for the orchids.
The roads were empty, and the cloudy and cool morning meant we made good time and fairly relaxed even on the M25 where the roadworks have now been completed and traffic flowed smoothly in the four lanes. A quick blast down the M23 to Burgess Hill, through the places where my ancestor’s grew up: Cowfold, Warninglid and Burgess Hill, places I knew from my childhood, but now are expensive places to live deep in the commuter belt.
Onwards to Brighton and then onto Lewes. At least with the sat nav we found Glynde very easily, found the parking area next to the village cricket green and the railway station. We got out, stretched and consulted the directions and map we have. At first it seemed simple enough, past the playing area, left past the post office and up the path.
Up being the operative word. Above us the South Downs towered. Well, I say towered, several hundred feet of chalk upland, dotted with sheep and it looked like birdmen. But it turned out to be paragliders who were throwing themselves off the down in the hope they did not crash to the ground. So, we tightened our belts and set off scattering shepp in our way.
Through the first gate and in front up us the path went in a straight line up the down. If that makes sense. We took our time, and in time we climbed up through the fields until we reached the second gate, beside which was a fine looking bench. Needless to say we had a sit down and surveyed the scene below us, and very fine it looked, even though the sun had not yet broken through.
Ahead of us now was the summit of the down, a huge round dome covered with sheep. OK, not covered but scattered. We sighed and set off, but taking regular stops to ‘admire the view’ below.
I should explain that what happened next was all our fault, and our inability to read the contours on a map. Anyway, on a small map supplied by my friend was an arrow as to where the orchids could be found, the fences marking the nature reserve seemed to match the area on the map, so the orchids should be a few hundred yards along the crest of the down, away from the iron age fort and paragliders. When in fact the orchids were down below, in the ‘bottom’. Anyway, at some point we would realise our mistake, no?
Well, at least the views were splendid down onto the river valley below, the railway tracks and the occasional train. And over the other side of the hill, the town of Lewes nestled looking all busy buy far enough away.
We found no orchids, but in fact the who nature reserve did not feel right for orchids, as it had been recently grazed as there was sheep and cow poo everywhere, even on the soles of our shoes! I tried the other side of the fence, balancing on the edge of the drop into the bottom below. After an hour I found a few Heath and Common Spotted spikes, but nothing like a small Lady.
It was nearing midday. I went to find Jools who had left me to it. We looked at the map again, and the directions. The I saw that the orchids were on the steep part of the hill in the bottom not on the main part of the down. In order not to miss them, I walked in a straight line down the down and back up the other side of the bottom, whilst Jools took the level but longer route around the top of the bottom.
I had given up all hope if truth be known, and by now the sun had come out so it was getting warm if not hot. And we had not brought our water with us. Silly us. At that point I saw many more orchid spikes, but still just Heath and Common Spotted. And then, I saw something different. And sure enough, standing alone on the side of the down was a single tiny orchid. A single spike which around the top was surrounded by people-shaped blooms which were almost white and the unopened ones which were dark purple, from which the orchid takes its name.
I snapped it from all angles, then moved on. Jools thought she had found one, but that turned out to be a false alarm. But then I saw another. And another. So did Jools. And around us were hundreds of the tiny orchids. We both took many, many shots, and we stunned how an orchid so small, well compared to the related Lady Orchid, could be so wonderful. Anyway, after half an hour and the time edging towards one, we were hot and very thirsty.
Shall we head down and find a pub?
I think we should.
We got up and our legs began to complaining. And they did not stop until we got back to the car. It was a little gentle climb to the top of the down, then a gentle descent to the village below. It seemed to take ages, and we were getting hotter and thirstier all the time. I guess it did not help using the map to identify which one of the buildings in the village was the pub. The thought of a nice cold beer. Mmmmm, beer.
Com on feet, keep on walking!
Down and down we went, down the long straight path, through the sheep, past the post office and to the car park. In the boot we had a nice cold bottle of juice, which we drained between us. We drove over the railway bridge to the Trevor Arms, and both of us had a nice cold drink. That’s better.
The plan had been to take a long slow drive back along the country lanes and roads back to Rye then onto Folkestone. However, we were hot and tired, so we decided to head back up the M23 and M25 and back down the motorway. 90 miles in two hours or so.
Jools snoozed on the way back, but with the air con ramped up to the max, it was wonderfully cool in the car. The miles sped by, and soon enough we left Sussex behind and were back in Kent, heading home.
And by about four we pulled up outside the house, a welcoming committee of hungry cats telling us that the food already out was clearly not good enough and wanted nice fresh food. We had a coffee and chilled inside, I taped the Cup Final, so I could watch it later, and so whilst that recorded, I reviewed my shots from the day, and then cooked steak for dinner, which was very nice with another cool beer.
The match was OK, Arsenal beat Hull 3-2, despite going 2-0 after 8 minutes. However, the modern cup final, with banks of empty seats either side of half time and into extra time. Seems wrong. But by the time the match ended, it was ten o’clock and well past our bed time.
My final working desk.
Logitech MX Revolution mouse
Toshiba NB205 netbook.
19" Sharp Aquos TV with VGA/3.5mm jack ins
500Gb WD My Passport external hdd.
Sigg Widemouth bottle
White Panelboard from Lowes used as whiteboard
2 pieces of cove moulding used as marker shelf.
Children lining up outside with school supplies on the opening day of Westlake Elementary, 1967. Photograph by Ed Lawrence, Ed Lawrence Collection, Thousand Oaks Library Foundation, City of Thousand Oaks, Conejo Recreation and Park District, and California Lutheran University. Call # EL00285.
We’re happy to share this digital image on Flickr. Please note that this is a copyrighted image. For information regarding obtaining a reproduction of this image, please contact the Special Collections Librarian of the Thousand Oaks Library at specoll@tolibrary.org.
Icebergs formed from ancient glacier ice are washed up ashore the black sands shortly after being born in the Jokulsarlon lagoon, Southern Iceland
Hydrangea flower up close. Focus should have been a little further back, but the arrangement is interesting.
Been meaning to pop up to the VW Dealership I used to work in for a while now to check this, and the new Beetle out. Whilst passing Heritage VW in Dorchester today, I decided to stop by and have a look. Though it is better to look at than the previous Lupo and Fox, it is just the same, tinny build quality. It is not a 'Real' VW.
Have just come back today off holiday again so to make sure i git ack i fueled the car up at Mirrisons Rhyl yesterday and decided to come back past Voel coaches yard in case anythoing else was in that wasnt in earlier during the week. SF08VTK a Volvo B12B / Jonckeere SHV C51FT that i didnt know they had thought they only had 2 SHV's R118GNW a Daf SB3000 / Ikarus C55F an unusual one in the fleet as the only daf operated and FJ08FYM ONE OF TWO vOLVO b12b / vOLVO 9700 C49FT operated . sorry about the photo quality but my camara is onits way out. Photo taken 01/11/12
I'm catching up with my Picture Winter prompts. The day after I took a photo of myself bundled up in my hat and scarf and used it for the texture prompt, Tracey assigned us to take a "bundled up" photo. I didn't want to do the same thing and have been trying to come up with something different. I don't love this, but I'm tired of being behind in the project, so I'm uploading it.
Here I am bundled up for de-icing my driveway -- warm boots and snow shoes. I'm wearing the snow shoes because they have crampons on the bottom. Without them, today, I wouldn't have been able to stand. I spent much of the day out there with these, salt, a spade (for cracking the ice), and a shovel. The good news is that my husband will be able to get the car up the driveway when he comes home from work. The top is still like an ice rink though -- I hope he can get from the car to the house without falling.
These are actually my daughters' snowshoes. They are smaller so better for me if I'm just dealing with ice. Mine are basic black and bigger so they support me better on the snow (I need the extra support).
Picture Winter Day 9: bundle up
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Not sure if this is my local friendly fox because I normally only see it in the dark hours. It is usually very nervous about being spotted by the dominant dog fox bully who has injured it on several occasions. This one seems to have a bite injury to it's rump at the moment.
We have an arrangement whereby I open an upper window about 11 pm and the little guy will emerge from a place of safety and come to my front door where I feed it cooked chicken, turkey or raw beef :0)
A line up of locomotives at at Willesden Shed which includes:
92083, 42573, 42102, 42289, 42080
27 June 1964
FG Steinle
[20:12] Taladis Tower wrinkles his nose at Harlequin then Tawney, ignoring his own previous post. Ret-con! Tal grunted out, "Since you're first time fighters, you'll fight to a ten minute time limit. There will be a finish when the time limit is up - or if someone is knocked out, someone submits, or someone is pretty much getting their ass handed to them and can't understand. Marina or I will stop the fight in that case. Do you understand?"
[20:13] Harlequin Salome: Just being sure how hard I can hit you... I really would like to avoid killing you if you're a squishy." He tenses a little, then relaxes... and then suddenly realizses he has his glasses on. Tossing them up to the UAC woman for fun. The rules get a fast nod. "Roger that."
[20:16] Tawney Foxclaw she nodded to tal " yeaup got it rien you get to drag to the mc okay!"
[20:16] Taladis Tower reached up for a moment, and then slapped his hand on the railing, "Then - brawl."
[20:18] Tawney Foxclaw she dropped into t a defensive stance moving to the side a bit tilting her head studing him to see what would be the best way to aproch it " well you gonna stand there all day ?" she was a lil nervous hadnt been in the pit in a long time she had no idea waht she was up against
[20:21] Harlequin Salome smiles and lowers his own stance. he takes a few steps forward. he hooks his foot down and suddenly surges at the woman. he hops off, and lands in a crouch, then surges up with an uppercut for her middle. He's fast. Goddamn fast.
[20:25] Tawney Foxclaw she took the hit to the gut she surged backwards a step to catch her breat fuck he hit hard she growled a bit feeling her adrenalin hit hard she crouched low very low she was short so it was easy she lunged forward hard as she could she wasnt no slow poke for sure attempting to sspear him at the knees she had to get him off his feet that was for sure this would even perhaps knock him off the platform and into the water below
[20:28] Harlequin Salome would have never expected anyone to purposefully go into the water... as he is speared he falls back, his left leg flares as the old knife wound is hit. Water cascades as they splash into it. One hand spears for her shoulder as one of his legs moves in tadem to try and hurl her back into the side of the platform he was just knocked off of.... goddamn that leg was going to hurt later.
[20:30] Taladis Tower blinked a few times as he reached and grabbed onto the railing and hopped onto the platform. He walked over to the edge of it looking down at the two that were now in the water.
[20:33] Tawney Foxclaw she landed wiht a hard thud in teh water is covered her in the nasty much soaking her cloths through the weight of the fall caused her to be hit hard wiht the hand the legs how ever missed there mark she rolled as she hit the concreat moving to stand and fast hopefully before he had a chance to regain his footing she would pounce trying to land so her knees would spread to pinn his upper body ana fist hurled downwards twords his face she wanted blood damn it
[20:36] Harlequin Salome: His face turns to one side as she strikes him, and he gets a taste of the nasty water, now tinged faint red with his blood. He snarls and seems almost excited by this... he turns his head and spits a mouthful of the horrid water for her face.. then smashes his forehead for her nose, while grabbing for her shoulders to try and hurl her again hard into the concrete. His plan is simple. Get her on the wall, then beat her as savagly as possible.
[20:42] Tawney Foxclaw she felt the water hit her face and in reaction turned her head the for head however would hit her squar in the eye boy that was gonna leave a mark she flet his hands as they pushed agaisnt her shoulder she used this to give herself momentem she leaps back wards off him lansing very much on her feet and slipping on the slimmy bottom her back hit the wall she wiped the muck from her eyes locked on him intenetly whispering to her self always a way out remmber always a way out under her breath she waited to see what hed do next
[20:51] Harlequin Salome moves in, as if he's going for the obvious approach, right in. He feints with his left then at the very last second, moves quickly to the right... his right foot lashes for her knees in a sweep, his right hand in a hook for her side. Again, one would notice he's wicked fast... he's not a mech, but he's very obviously not a human nor a hybrid.
[20:54] Tawney Foxclaw she would swing hard an uppercut soon as he was in range aiming for his chin she grunted as the ard blow hit her side and as her feet are sweept she would use that force to also send her knee up hard as she could to hopefully land in his groin as she let the moment carry through and she landed with a tud to the left of him in the water making it to her knees as she tried to catch her breath
[20:58] Harlequin Salome moves his left hand down and across his body to strike at her leg, deflecting it and trying to grab on and throw her with it. Her punch lands and hits his jaw, but he's already commited. his right hand, having hit her side, will slam in again towards her ribs with bone crushing force. He knows time is approaching fast, and wants to essentially break her body, and hurl what is left across the field.
[21:03] Tawney Foxclaw she is kicked hard and feels a rib break but shes caught up in the rage of the fight she makes it to her feet tho she soaked and her lip is bleeding she hit the concreat and busted her lip when she landed she grolwed loud she was pissed now she cahrged for him it hurt like hell but she really didnt care she had been coming at him wiht her fists but at the last instant before inpact she twisted her right foot would shot out powerfully th land right behin his knee she wanted to break it wiht everything she had in her the fired thre hard kicks to the same spot if it landed she would drop her foot and leap back out hte way of retaliation breathing hard
[21:06] Harlequin Salome feels his knee give way under the impact and twists to one side to avoid it shattering... she was fast, that much was sure... hearing the time being called, the ex-soldier's hands grab at her as his one knee slams into the water... and he twists with another snarl. She's quick, but he knows he's faster, and stronger. Throwing style to tbhe wind he lets his natural ability take the day as he tries to just slam her down as hard as he can, through the water and into the stone below. She'd pissed him off, and killing her was no longer a fear, he was fighting as hard as he could.
[21:07] Taladis Tower barked out the word, "Stop!" at the top of his lungs at that. He'd prepared to move down as the two contineud to go on, but he wasn't going to just in just yet. "You two will now seperate. Jan, Rein - come here."
[21:08] Reinhardt Stenvaag: Yo tal. *he says almsot from the cats elbow already*
[21:08] Taladis Tower glances over at Rein, and grunts. "I see you."
[21:08] Janeiro Renard blinked, as his name was called. He looked over to Tal, and quirks a brow. "What? Me?"
[21:09] Harlequin Salome releases his foe and stands, wincing at his now aching knee. He decides better to be in screaming pain later than show pain now, and does his best to stand, though he's obviously favoring one leg. Looking down at his foe, under the water... he laughs.
[21:10] Tawney Foxclaw she leps up at the water to her feet inhaling a breath shed been holding she moved back and tilted her head at him as the adremalin ebed out of her she bowed slightyly " good fight" she offers him her hand
[21:10] Taladis Tower turned his head as he looked over at Janeiro, and grunted out, "Yes - you."
[21:11] Harlequin Salome reaches out a hand to shake it. "How many ribs broken?" He felt the wonderful feel of bone giving way... even the gash on his lip already had clotted over... the grin he gives isn't one of a man who had exerted himself hard. Howmuch of it was an act, who knows.
[21:12] Tawney Foxclaw she grinned " one .. hows that knee?"
[21:12] Taladis Tower turns back to Rein, and grumbles again as he leans towards the large man. About the only time you'd ever see Tal leaning over towards Rein it seemed like. Grumbling something to him, he nodded his head and then looked down at the two.
[21:13] Janeiro Renard pointed to the women, and called back, "I'm fuckin' busy, here." He turned his attention back to the women, and noticed as they were talking about... birds? He furrowed his brow, and tried to catch up.
[21:13] Taladis Tower turned his head again as he grunted out, "Is it a fight? Because I've got something to suggest to you."
[21:14] Harlequin Salome looks up at Taladis. "You called time... I'm prefectly happy to batter her more. Just trying to follow rules and all."
[21:14] Janeiro Renard sighed, as the conversation turned over his head. He walked over to the pit, and vaulted over the rail, meeting the two men.
[21:15] Tawney Foxclaw she turned not paying any mind to his comment her hair was wet as well as her white and rather see through tshirt now waiting to see what was said
[21:15] Taladis Tower quirked a brow at the next comment, turning his head as he looked back towards Harlequin and Tawney, "I was just discussing who Rein thought won with him." The dark cat said, before leaning forward and crouching over to tap his claws on the edge of the concrete, "And it's unanimous, Harlequin is the winner." He said - boosting his voice for the last part. Standing up he turned towards Jan and glanced him over for a few seconds.
[21:16] Harlequin Salome bows in a manner that recalls the Japanese styles, first to his opponent, then to the judges. "Most appreciated."
[21:17] Tawney Foxclaw hse let her eyes look over quin he looked a bit worse fro wear than she did and that was fine wiht her she returned the bow to both thinking atleast now she had valuable information about him for later use.. she moved over to the ladder she wasnt showing any pain if in fact she was in pain and up she whent
((Would have had Rein vs Ash on here, but I crashed, and so did everyone that had it. :\ ))
En la subida del Funicular a Artxanda para ir al mirador, donde Iñakisesupone me hizo esta foto: www.flickr.com/photos/inak-uso/6257927623/in/photostream
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On the way up in the Funicular to Artxanda to go to the viewpoint where Iñakisesupone took this photo of me: www.flickr.com/photos/inak-uso/6257927623/in/photostream
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