As promised, train
The train was a little late. For a moment I thought I’d gotten it wrong again. My friends who struggled to the tracks two days running would NOT have been happy with me.
But, no. It came at last. I must say, it wasn’t a very steamy steam train, which seriously impacted it’s photogeneity. Um. Photogenicness. It wasn’t as purty as it could have been.
Photo by Onkle B.
But so very sad to see the passing of Diana Rigg. I will forever be pissed that I never looked like that in a skin-tight leather cat suit. I thought sure that was a promise made to me by The Avengers.
Posted: September 10th, 2020 under plague.
Comments: 8
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Comment from The Neon Madman
Time: September 10, 2020, 10:20 pm
I’m glad that they still have some of these old boys running. I had a chance to see the Union Pacific Big Boy #4014 last year.
Comment from dissent555
Time: September 10, 2020, 10:20 pm
Ciao, Olenna!
Comment from durnedyankee
Time: September 10, 2020, 10:27 pm
Adios Dianna. I’ll never forget the leather suits.
Comment from Randall
Time: September 11, 2020, 1:23 pm
No link to rull resolution image? No color version? A little disappointed… I like trains too.
Comment from Uncle Al
Time: September 11, 2020, 6:37 pm
Not seeing much steam from that locomotive means it was well designed. Any steam escaping or being vented outside the system represents energy not used to move the train.
Top marks for efficiency.
FAIL for photogenicitynesstude.
Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: September 11, 2020, 6:57 pm
I complained too, Randall (it looks awful in B/W). But you know how it is… you can’t get the staff these days.
Comment from durnedyankee
Time: September 11, 2020, 9:06 pm
Uncle B. You could consider what they tend to do here in the US, farm the work out to a Photography graduate from the University of Mumbai.
Comment from jwpaine
Time: September 12, 2020, 5:21 pm
I had a serious case of the hots for Diana Rigg. She was the only reason I watched The Avengers.
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