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Vincent Kompany, manager of Burnley Football Club, addresses the crowd from the balcony of Burnley Town Hall during the trophy parade celebrating the club winning the Championship title and a swift return to the Premier League.
A rare Saturday working of 6S45 presented a rare winter opportunity to see this working in daylight hours, and fortunately this coincided with an agreeably sunny day. A little after 9am 66744 is seen approaching Winning Signal box only a mile or so into it's journey.
The substantial puddle is an indication of the quantity of rain that has fallen over the past few weeks.
19th December 2020.
An American White Pelican flying by during the morning hours at the pond.
This image won 3rd place in the Wildlife Category at the Mill Valley Click Off 2023 Photo Competition.
Sometimes it's not the species of dragonfly, but the pose, the perch, those things we think of as secondary which then make the image what it is.
In this case, and the only time I had this happen, a Neon Skimmer landed on the very end of a Horsetail Grass stem facing perpendicular to the pond. I've looked at this so many times, and each time I get a kick out of it. But this time, I also got one of the best shots of a dragonfly's wing veins.
Just a note: the dragonflies as you know are 330 million years old. The Horsetail Grass is .... drum roll .... 330 million years old! So, give or take, these two separate species "knew" each other in pre-school
One of the strangest and most memorable things I've lived through is being in Paris when France won the World Cup. The streets were absolutely transformed and I have many photos of people rejoicing (some that I have posted previously).
But, I also tend to be drawn to that opposite feeling and the bipolar sense that happens in reality. Because, it's such a strong current of collective consciousness when that many people are rooting for something that you actually forget it's about sports at all and it feels more about the collective spirit of France or even of humanity.
I could tell that this girl wanted to be a part of that with the way she had decorated her face and with the French flag she was holding but I think she didn't quite know how and that's an interesting thing to capture...maybe even more intriguing for me than all the wild dancing and singing. We are all young and awkward once and some of us know very intrinsically (even when we're older) precisely how this girl felt.
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Atlanta (Reynoldstown), Georgia, USA.
18 February 2022.
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Shuttleworth Collection’s de Havilland DH.88 Comet at Race Day 2023.
The de Havilland DH.88 Comet is a British two-seat, twin-engined aircraft built by the de Havilland Aircraft Company. It was developed specifically to participate in the 1934 England-Australia MacRobertson Air Race from the United Kingdom to Australia. Wikipedia
Engine type: de Havilland Gipsy Six
Top speed: 382 km/h
Range: 4,710 km
Length: 8.8 m
Cruise speed: 354 km/h
Visiting MET1 heads for Bitton in the setting sun with the last service of the day. Avon Valley Railway, 25/10/2015
The photo was entered into YTL's 2015 Photo competition and was narrowed down to the finalist stage where it was awarded a Merit Prize at YTL's Leadership Conference in Kuala Lumpur in December 2015
I'm quite sure many award winning togs do this sort of thing, a wee tweek and a bit of added pazzazz. It makes a prettier picture and that's what we try to do isn't it? No matter what Loch Shiel looks pretty special a lot of the time. Best loch in Scotland! It's not always grey here.
No, not this photo, but if I had managed to get there for the sunrise, who knows, it could have been award winning. If you follow Lynne Berry (and if you don't, why not?) then you will know that I agreed to met her and her donkey at this location for sunrise. The coloured light that morning was spectacular. I know because I viewed it for the whole journey from Craster to Lindisfarne. I just got there too late.But still, always fun capturing these upturned boat sheds and that castle.
Easter weekend gets off to a good start, with fine weather forecast all weekend and even a little mainline steam for breakfast.
60009 Union of South Africa leans into the curves north of Morpeth station with the 1Z10 York to Edinburgh. "Edinburgh Flyer" on the 20th April 2019.
“A winner is someone who recognizes his God-given talents, works his tail off to develop them into skills, and uses these skills to accomplish his goals.”
- Larry Bird
A spectacular head-on collision between two galaxies, known as Arp 143, has fueled the unusual triangular-shaped star-formation frenzy as captured by the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope.
The interacting galaxy duo Arp 143 contains the distorted, star-forming spiral galaxy NGC 2445, at right, along with its less flashy companion, NGC 2444, at left. Their frenzied collision takes place against the tapestry of distant galaxies, of which some can be seen through the interacting pair.
Astronomers suggest that the two galaxies passed through each other, igniting the uniquely shaped firestorm of star formation in NGC 2445, where thousands of stars are bursting into life. This galaxy is awash with new stars because it is rich in gas, the raw material from which stars are made. However, it hasn’t yet escaped the gravitational clutches of its partner at left. The pair is waging a cosmic tug-of-war, which NGC 2444 appears to be winning. That galaxy has pulled gas from NGC 2445, forming the oddball triangle of newly minted stars.
NGC 2444 is also responsible for yanking strands of gas from its partner, stoking the streamers of young, blue stars that appear to form a bridge between the two galaxies. These streamers are among the first in what appears to be a wave of star formation that started on the galaxy’s outskirts and continued inward. Researchers estimate the streamer stars were born between 50 million and 100 million years ago. But these infant stars are being left behind as NGC 2445 continues to pull slowly away from NGC 2444.
Stars no older than one million to two million years old are forming closer to the centre of NGC 2445. Hubble’s keen vision reveals some individual stars, the brightest and most massive in the galaxy. Most of the brilliant blue clumps are groupings of stars and the pink blobs are glowing gas clouds enshrouding young, massive star clusters.
Although most of the action is happening in NGC 2445, it doesn’t mean the other member of the interacting pair has escaped unscathed. The gravitational tussle has stretched NGC 2444 into an odd shape, yanking gas far from the galaxy. NGC 2444 contains old stars and no new starbirth because it lost its gas long ago, well before this galactic encounter.
Aside from the star formation in NGC 2445, another interesting feature that Hubble has uncovered is the dark filaments of gas in the starburst galaxy’s bright core. Those features may have been formed by outbursts of material. Radio observations reveal a powerful source in the core that may be spearheading the outbursts. The radio source may have been produced by intense star formation or a black hole gobbling up material flowing into the centre.
It’s not uncommon for star formation to occur in the cores of galaxies, driven by interactions. Plenty of gas from galactic encounters flows into the centre, which can trigger the birth of new stars. Outflows from these stars can drive material out, but the dust created by these outbursts blankets the core and other regions throughout NGC 2445, making it difficult for Hubble to study in visible light.
However, the NASA/ESA/CSA James Webb Space Telescope will have the infrared vision to peer through the dust covering these regions to reveal the young star clusters that are hidden from view in visible-light images. In this way, Hubble and Webb will provide the full census of stars in NGC 2445. The census will help astronomers answer questions such as what the star-formation rate is, how long it takes for stars to form, and whether the starburst in NGC 2445 is fading or just heating up.
Studying young, massive star clusters still embedded in their dust and gas cocoons is important for understanding how star formation affects the evolution of galaxies. Massive stars that explode as supernovae enrich their environment with chemical elements heavier than hydrogen and helium.
The Arp 143 system is listed in a compendium of 338 unusual-looking interacting galaxies called the “Atlas of Peculiar Galaxies” published in 1966 by astronomer Halton Arp.
Credits: NASA, ESA, STScI, and J. Dalcanton (Center for Computational Astrophysics/Flatiron Inst., UWashington); CC BY 4.0
On 17 August 1988, 37320 passes Winning Junction on the Lynemouth - North Blyth alumina empties. Taken by invitation from the signalbox.
The car park at Sainsburys came as no surprise. It seemed I’d picked my moment well though, as one motorhome space had just been vacated as I arrived, and despite the mass of humanity milling over the concourse between their vehicles and the entrance to the superstore, I reversed into it without issue and went in. Here was Christmas, right in front of me, people scowling at each other in the annual bunfight for the last pack of pigs in blankets and chasing about the place in search of cranberry sauce. Does anyone buy cranberry sauce at any other time of year? When did you last have brandy butter with your eggnog in August? I was only here because neither of us had summoned up the nerve to go shopping recently, and I needed something for lunch. It wasn’t my finest ever piece of pre-togging preparation, but some time later I emerged with a sandwich, a bag of crisps, a bottle of something that was allegedly full of pulped red berries, and a fruit salad that had been reduced in price before it started to grow fur. Quite why I resisted a flaky steak pasty from the Cornish Oven just along the road, I really can’t say. I waited for a gap in the mayhem and pulled away from the car park - away from the madness in my escape to sanity.
I used to like the fact that Christmas delivered ten or eleven days away from the office, but now that I don’t work anymore, the one big plus that the festive season brings no longer applies. In fact now that almost everyone else is at leisure too, it’s merely a big noisy headache, full of the same collection of tedious earworms being played at me on an endless loop by people who claim to enjoy all of this enforced jollity. Much to our mutual relief, Ali and I have stopped buying each other presents. We much prefer to spend our money on holidays. All those anxious years of wondering “how much should I spend?” or “how many presents should I get her?” when I knew that she was having exactly the same struggle. Neither of us misses trying to guess at what the other neither needs nor desires each year. All we really want is an untapped supply of cheese and chocolate, and if one of us has a burning desire for a new lens or a sewing machine, we get it when we can afford to. We don’t miss trudging around busy shopping centres in a state of unbridled panic either. Call me Mr Grinch, but I really don’t care. This year I opened junior ISA investments for my two tiny grandchildren, my children each received a copy of “Tales From the Edge,” my photobook of stories from Cornwall (whether they liked it or not), other family members and a very small number of friends received a copy of the Dom Haughton Photography 2024 calendar (again, whether they liked it or not), and that was it. All from my PC in a safe and quiet place where no strangers would invade my personal space and reach past me to grab a bottle of Bucks Fizz before supplies run out. Besides which, we don’t have any Bucks Fizz in the house. Not even at Christmas.
Where I was heading now, things would be much more to my liking. I knew more or less where I wanted to take my shots from, and although it would only be a couple of hours until sunset, it was a place where only a few would venture on an afternoon in deepest December. And finally, after a number of foiled attempts in recent visits, I managed to find somebody who could help me register as a local resident and park here for free. If you live in Cornwall, wander into the hotel reception with your driving licence and they’ll help you save a small fortune in parking charges. Don’t say you never learned anything useful here. Well not if your home is west of the Tamar at any rate.
A few years ago I came to the cliffs between Land’s End and Sennen Cove at more or less the same time of year, no doubt for exactly the same reasons, to take a long exposure of the sunset glow, and despite somehow having left my ball head at home, I balanced the camera on top of the tripod and improvised. Somehow I got a reasonable result that day, but it was a composition I felt was worth returning to. Except I didn’t quite return to it because I was drawn into a telephoto view instead. Sheltering from a stiff breeze in the shadow of an enormous granite boulder, Longships Lighthouse became the focal point once again, as did the sense of depth offered by the waves cracking over the cluster of rocks at the edge of the mainland and the reef in between. I did try a few longer exposures, but the breaking water and the endless movement of the gulls were winning me over. Even on a relatively benign day, there was plenty of action to keep me interested, but I made a mental note to come and sit in the lee of this rock again when things get tasty out there.
Across the land to the east of me, those endless Christmas tunes were being piped into homes and bustling supermarkets, whether the occupants wanted to hear them or not, but here I was safe from the excesses of my fellow humans. And while I would have to rejoin the rest of the world tomorrow and do Christmas stuff, today was all about headspace. Personal space too for that matter - apart from the provisions stop at Sainsbury’s in Penzance on the way here. It was only later, as I opened the not yet furry fruit salad, that the sky put on a technicolour extravaganza. But that’s another story for next time.