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This was taken near the entrance to Lost Prairie campground along highway 20 in the Cascades. The trees were so filled with snow it was just beautiful. At first I was a little sad there was no sun, but then if there had been I would probably have had a terrible time not blowing out the exposure. The snow plows were doing a great job and we had no trouble at all navigating the winding roads.
Inspired by a RL convo a dear friend and I had about her trepidation of going to the dentist for a follow up procedure.
To be fair she told me i should do a pic about it, so i had to. So fair warning to all, anything we discuss at any time could become a pic. Only the names will be changed to protect the innocent.
As a westbound intermodal blows past on the middle track, an eastbound manifest was heading for Chicago in 2006.
With a former Santa Fe B40-8 leading a mixture of other stuff, the Dash Eight looked halfway descent in BNSF's Heritage One paint job-although it looked fantastic in original Santa Fe paint.
This picture is more and more common in my neighborhood. Last year amazing old forest full of spiritual energy, this year desolation. Those few trees left are going to be ripped off by the first wind blow anyway. Yeah. Good job...
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Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat 'til the neighbors gonna die of fright
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red
I am the one hiding under your stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
'Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can
Something's waiting now to pounce and how you'll scream
This is Halloween, red and black, slimy green
Aren't you scared? Well, that's just fine
Ride with the moon in the dead of night
I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace
I am the who when you call, "Who's there?"
I am the wind blowing through your hair
I am the shadow on the moon at night
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody is waiting for the next surprise
Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back
This is Halloween, everybody scream
Won't you please make way for a very special guy
Our man Jack is king of the Pumpkin Patch
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King now
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
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I guess you wonder why a ski chalet is located here on the shore of Virginia among the rivers, creeks and the Chesapeake Bay.
This is a ski instructor training facility. It isnβt very big because, frankly, not too many beachy young folk in swimwear want to be ski instructors. Also we get very little snow here. A couple of inches at a time.
So how this works is the applicants (or applicant) gets to live in this marvelous chalet to give them the feel of a real mountain retreat.
The training begins with the students putting on their snow suits, helmets (now required by the State when skiing), gloves, etc. Then they put on their skis and proceed to the back of the chalet where there is a rope tow to take them to the top of the roof. The teacher stands a safe distance away on the ground. (Donβt they always!)
Once they are balanced on the peak of the roof, the teacher blows the whistle and the student skis down the slope of the roof. It is more difficult than it looks because 98% of the time there is no snow.
Trees are placed strategically around the roof to help break their fall and to teach them to watch out for hazards on the slope.
After a hard day of training the students get to sit on the screened porch and drink a hot toddy in front of the fake fireplace. Ski instruction at its best.
I only know one fellow who graduated. After his broken legs healed he took a job in Vale, Colorado at a lovely ski resort.
I think this photo might qualify for Slider Sunday, because it is all about sliding. One other interesting point. There seems to be a mummified bird in the window just above the porch roof. It is hard to see the bird because I had to take this picture on the fly (haha) and the focus could be better, if Iβm honest.
Another shot from my day out in Utica and Rome last fall. What a great weekend trip. I totally need to do this again!
For the New Englander needing to get a big time Alco fix the Delaware-Lackawanna down in Scranton is the obvious choice. But, if you want something different that is about the same drive (time wise, but much easier!) the D-L's sister Genesee Valley Transportation road out in Utica is a good choice.
Operating on some disconnected former New York Central Railroad secondary lines the Mohawk, Adirondack and Northern has been in operation since 1991. While the paper mills that once sustained these routes are all gone, smaller carload customers, transloads, and storage cars have kept the railroad afloat and the lines intact.
While you won't find giant grain trains and six axle Centuries here one thing the MHWA (these are the road's reporting marks) does have that their sister doesn't, is 11 miles of trackage rights on CSXT's busy Mohawk Sub mainline to access their trackage in Rome, NY from their Utica Yard headquarters. I know of nowhere else where you can see classic Schnectady or Montreal built units smoking it up as they truly fly at up to 60 mph! It really is a miraculous sight to behold!
Once they reach Rome things slow down a bit as they trundle about on their former Rome, Watertown and Ogdensburg (NYC) and US Air Force rails. The latter trackage is what we see here on the former Griffiss Air Force base that existed for more than half century from its opening in 1942 to its closing in 1995.
While the loss of the base and its 5000 jobs was a huge economic blow to the community, I am sure we can all be grateful that their is no longer a need to base B52 strategic bombers here with the end of the Cold War. Repurposed as the city owned Griffiss Technologies and Business Park the MHWA provides rail service to the former Air Force Base. To learn more check out this article: www.uticaod.com/news/20200119/griffiss-growth-leaves-lega...
The major customer that the MHWA serves in the park is is Sovena USA which employs about 175 people at their plan. The company was founded as the East Coast Olive Oil Corporation in Utica in 1991, and 80 percent of it was acquired in 2005 by the Portugal-based Sovena Group, which two years later renamed it Sovena USA and moved it to Griffiss.
Here is a MHWA 2453 (Alco C425 blt. Oct. 1964 as Erie Lackawanna 2453) long hood forward with a string of tank cars in tow on former USAF trackage after having switched out Sovena at the end of the line. They have just just passed the former base power plant which once received coal by rail and are approaching the Otis St. crossing on the way back to the small storage yard on base where they will make a few moves before heading back out to the CSXT main for the short fast sprint home to Utica.
Kirchhorst Impressionen / 11.05.2022 / Niedersachsen / lower saxony
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Die guten Geister. In einer Kurve entlang der StraΓe festgesteckt.
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So they can't blow away, the good spirits of the street β the trees are pretty steadfast. And unshakable, despite the wind and freezing cold. And β such a flurry of snow can do magic. Right?
Although it seems like I gave my last in image editing, my camera did a great job here and conjured up this mood in advance :-)
So kΓΆnnen sie nicht wegwehen, die guten Geister der StraΓe β die BΓ€ume sind hΓΌbsch standhaft. Und unerschΓΌtterlich, trotz Wind und EiseskΓ€lte. Und β so ein Schneetreiben kann zaubern. Oder?
Obwohl es so scheint, als hΓ€tte ich mein Letztes gegeben bei der Bildbearbeitung, hat meine Kamera hier ganze Arbeit geleistert und schon vorher diese Stimmung gezaubert :-)
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The wind was blowing quite strongly and contributed to the crazy bokeh, obviously by shaking the branches. This is another one where I didn't have to go far, just a few feet from my house.
I had just taken this lens apart to clean the glass and I needed a shot to see if I did a good job, or least didn't destroy it.
Self shot with hand and Flash light of Camera
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Have a Good Evening Night and Morning to all over the world
Whenever the south west winds blow the Breakwater at Newhaven is a magnet for sightseers and photographers. Watching the drama unfold as Mother Nature sends waves crashing against the side of this concrete structure really is an energising experience. So to experience this location on a calm morning shortly after sunrise with no one around, I became curious and started to wonder more about what I was pointing my camera at.
In the summer of 1879, the massive job of building this concrete structure began. The cliffs behind the structure were dug out by hand with pick axes and shovels and the rubble was used as infill for the promenade.
The Breakwater was built on a base of 100 ton concrete bags that were dropped into the sea by a special steam vessel called the "Trident". This vessel collected it's loads from the concrete hopper situated on the East Quay, eventually these 100 ton bags reached the surface, mass concrete was then added to the base, enabling the workers to finish the top half and then the arches.
All this work probably took the best part of a decade, an amazing achievement considering there was no heavy machinery to aid construction. The Breakwater lighthouse was then erected in 1891. A few years later a tramway was extended up to the Breakwater lighthouse, this allowed the Fenchurch to travel the entire length, providing a means to service the Breakwater.
I appreciate itβs not the prettiest man made structure, but at certain angles can be considered quite appealing. I wonder how long it will continue to survive against the wrath of Mother Natureβ¦
Thanks very much for viewing, take care and have a great weekend:-)
Carolina Coastal Ry Wilson to Chocowinity turn job #120 on their eastbound leg passes a Southern Railway-era whistle board, a.k.a. blow post, along the way. This is original Norfolk Southern Ry trackage that was taken over by the Southern Ry in 1974.
I did a better job of timing this one this time
This is pretty simular to the previous upload. However if you look close you will see that this is the other hand and a different nailpolish. And some purple glitter was added to match the nailpolish.
For lightening I used a ledlenser from below. Pretty overkill but it made the job:p
Captured in a rare bit of sunshine again using my iPhone so donβt get too excited lol..
Itβs a good job I am NOT a landscape photographer or I would be gutted by the mainly wet and windy weather but Iβm not, so Iβm not - if you know what I mean?
I ruined another filter yesterday from the sea salt spray yet was well away from the tide which was going out.
I was p***ed off to be honest as the only halfway decent shot of the sun setting the greasy filter made the sun look like an exploding firework lol with smudges and flare apparently catching the salt or something on the filter.
I had on a 6 stop filter and the lens hood as the evening before I got flare using stacked oblong ND filters meaning I could not use the lens hood.
I thought I would fare better with the round 6 stop and hood but proved not to be the case...Think I was on a hiding to nothing anyway with that wind as even using my heavy manfrotto pro tripod it vibrated in the wind but never mind....the dogs were happy, making it their business to leave paw prints as in above pic and I was well wrapped up for the blustery weather which was err very bracing - more like Skeggy so felt like home from home. We go back to partial lockdown on Saturday I believe so this break was very welcome before the next wave of Covid gets another grip...take care all..
Ps if anyone knows how best to clean up those filters I would appreciate it. Advice on DPreview I believe was simply breathing on the filter and start using a micro fibre cloth from the centre moving outward ( after using a rocket blower ) I did this but it just seemed to swirl the greasy finish round and round.. I bought two new filters for this holiday but both look ruined to me..
Not the dearest but not the cheapest at Β£65 each multi coated...
Or should I not go near the sea when itβs blowing a gale ?
how many can relate this situation,
it's extirpation a stern job in itself
it's the pronounced joy of friendship
the loan of the warmth of friendship
praise be to all my dear friends!!!
and thank you very dear Anneli so much~~
something is up with the sky on this and the edit made it all whack and I can decide if it's really there or it's just my eyes going all crossed because I've had one too many ibuprofen today.
pretty sure it's the former, but I would rather the later.
because from here it looks like I did a crappy masking job and I swear, that's not the case. LOL
**ETA: you know what, it must be dust. This hill is grass and then you go down the other side and it's a big dirt field and the wind was blowing something fierce, so maybe it's a big thing of dust moving past? That's all I can come up with. Whatever.
Peanut time in South GA - Worth County, to be exact...the "Peanut Capital of the World." This is one of the buying points in our town where the farmer brings in the crop on the wagons seen in the background. It is a full-time job for someone just to keep the wagons coming back to the field! When we farmed that was my job.
So as www.flickr.com/photos/116895768@N03/ often says, "Blow it up and look around," there's lots to see if you do!
Too bad a breeze wasn't blowing. It would have made a better pic with the flags flying. Another forgotten tripod morning..;)
My new job said I could have off Memorial day, but I would have to make it up?? What's up with that. Doesn't seem very American.
Anyway, looks like it'll be a great weekend. Plenty of sunshine.
The location of the Veterans Memorial, on the corner of Hopkins Street and Riverside drive, is on the entry to the past of the Downtown Historical District, the present being a part of the San Marcos River Park and the future represented by Texas State University Campus, in the hills adjacent to the memorial. Being on the San Marcos River and Ranch Road 12 it serves as a gateway to the City of San Marcos, Hays County and the Texas Hill Country.
long stories shortened... (discarded and abandoned and intertwined short stories) well..actually they are chunks and fragmets and notes of stories that never made it
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a young PhD math candidate writing his dissertation on an obscure arab mathematician from the middle ages who specialized in cycles and periods in infinite series and develops a process to determine prime number density in a large number space. (which is all and good) except this makes it an excellent tool to decrypting military grade encryption, which is based on the computational difficulty of factoring large numbers into their prime components
the arab mathematician was ultimately censured by the religious mullahs for developing tools to rationalize the infinite, which is of course the nature of Allah and for man to attempt to place Allah into a human scale is blasphemy
so the arab mathematician disappears and the young phd candidate finds that his dissertation has been suspended pending review but cant get any information on who is reviewing it
finally another young mathematician approaches him and starts a long discussion on math and the nature of numbers and the mathematicians love of the underlying structure of reality that math represents. the phd candidate is leary of this mathematician cause he wont answer what he does or where he went to school or how he knows so many cutting edge fields in math
eventually, the young mathematician offers the phd candidate a position with the NSA, National Security Agency, (where all the big crypto and high math goes on) but explains that if he accepts that he will essentially disappear from his current world. his work will be classified, he will not be able to publish in academic journals or speak in public, or talk about his work to his friends on the outside, but the compensation is that he
would be able to work unfettered with the greatest math minds in the country, totally funded, free to explore any field or fancy he thought. after a few moments of thought, the phd accepts.
then the story will go back to the arab mathematician who is also approached my a young beared mullah, who offers him a position within his group of thinkers who do ponder and explore the nature of nature reality and Allah through mathematics, but that by joining them he would need to disappear from the world, after a few minutes of thought, he too accepts...
Daniel sipped his 6th coffee (colloidal suspension for caffeine transport) while his batch jobs on ramanet, the Indian supergrid, finished their checksum verification. His chin, a bit stubbly, itched. His eyes, a bit red, were sore. The goa trance shoutcast feed had mushed into a fast cadence drone. The flat screen monitor warped and bulged with the oscillating fan blowing on Daniel's face
'O' glamorous larval life of a PhD student...' he jotted and doodle-circled on his notepad.
Daniel cracked his neck and jutted his jaw, stretching out the accumulation of kinks, as RamaNet finished the final integrity check on his dataset. this two hour round of processing on the Indian supergrid would cost about $130 out of his precious grant fund, but you couldnt beat the bargain. 120 minutes times 150,000 PCs in the RamaNet processing collective = 1,080,000,000 seconds or 18,000,000 minutes or 300,000 hours or 12500 days or 34.25 years of processing time for the price of a video game. Calculation was commoditized now. You uploaded your pre-fromatted dataset to RamaNet. the data was packeted and sent to out to 150,000 Indians who lent a few percents of never-to-be missed CPU cycles off their systems for background processing. when their alotted package was completed it was sent back to RamaNet for re-assembly into something coherent for the buyer. in return the Indians got a rebate on their net access charges or access to premier bollywood galleries or credit towards their own processing charges. a good deal all the way around. Daniel's dataset, an anthology of complex proofs from a long-dead arab mathematician, was queued with amateur weather forecast modeling, home-brewed digital CGI for indie movies, chaos theory-based currency trading algorithms,
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