Wolf Moon Rising – HTT

Wolf Moon Rising - HTT

Taken near the Rogers Limestone / Sand Quarry

ryhttps://www.bizjournals.com/louisville/stories/2006/03/20/story4.html

By Brent Adams – Business First Staff Writer
Mar 20, 2006, 12:00am EST Updated Mar 17, 2006, 12:13pm
Nashville, Tenn.-based Rogers Group Inc. will invest $8 million in a new system to more efficiently process limestone mined from beneath the surface at its mine in eastern Jefferson County.

The company will remove an old conveyor system and install a more efficient version at Jefferson County Stone Quarry, said Rogers Group vice president Les Geralds.

The new system will have a series of rock crushers that will allow various sizes of stone to be produced in less time.

The quarry is located on Avoca Road off Old Henry Road near the Gene Snyder Freeway. Rogers Group began underground limestone mining there in 1999.

Ground was broken on the renovation last month. The work, which is being done by Process Machinery Inc. of Shelbyville, is expected to be complete by July 1.

Per-hour capacity to increase by 200 tons
The new system will allow Jefferson County Stone Quarry to process 850 tons of limestone an hour. The plant, which has a total of 50 employees, currently can process about 650 tons an hour.

The stone is used for driveways, roadways and concrete production.

Geralds declined to disclose the quarry’s annual revenue figures, but he said the quarry ships between 1.5 million and 2 million tons of stone a year at priced at $5 to $7 a ton.

"The key is getting trucks in and out quicker," Geralds said, explaining that each contractor dump truck currently is loaded with stone or gravel and sent on its way in about 10 to 12 minutes.

The new system will allow a truck to be loaded every three or four minutes, which means as many as 1,000 trucks could be loaded each day.

The system was designed by Rogers Group engineers, who have designed similar systems for other Rogers quarries.

From Stone Age to digital age
The loading system is the latest improvement in stone processing and loading at the quarry.

About five years ago, Rogers began assigning truck drivers a radio frequency identification tag. It allows them to arrive at the quarry, have their trucks automatically loaded at a stone-dispensing bin, then check out with a load, all without interacting with another person.

Geralds estimated that about 15 hauling companies regularly buy stone from the quarry, along with various independent haulers that purchase stone less frequently.

The RFID system, which has been in use at the quarry for more than four years, has sped up the paperwork and billing process involved with purchasing stone, Geralds said.

"We have seen a 30 (percent) to 40 percent time savings since implementing this system," Geralds said. "We are hoping that this new system will further cut down the time it takes to load a truck."

He added that computer-controlled machinery that dispenses the stone also is more accurate than humans, ensuring accuracy within 200 pounds. In the past, it was common for trucks, which typically carry loads of 70,000 pounds to 80,000 pounds, to be overloaded by 1,000 pounds or more.

Posted by EX22218 – ON/OFF on 2018-01-02 02:33:54

Tagged: , stone , stones , moon , wires , pole , crusher , rocks , branches , balls , red , wolf , transformers , flag , dust , plant , trees , quarry , 40245 , louisville , kentucky , lines , power , electric , environment , COPD , respiratory , light , full , asthma , 40223 , limestone , grandfathered , trucks , tarped

crete ruins

crete ruins

part of my photography work – I was doing body prints for my graphics which gave me the idea for this. Basically i heard someone say ‘you leave a piece of yourself everywhere you go’, which sparked off my imagination, and i thought that i could use my own body print, to show the places I’ve visited in my life, therefore I’ve edited my photos, put in my print…sometimes you have to look closely to find it, sometimes its more obvious. So it shows that i’ve left a piece of me where I’ve been shown by my print, which seems to be permanently there even though it is not. Hope thats not too confusing.
The print was made, using a similar method to one of jasper johns. I covered my self in baby oil, printed myself onto very large paper, then sprinkled charcoal dust over the baby oil print, i then gently rubbed it in; the charcoal soaks into the paper where the baby oil is, giving a black print of my body. This was then photographed, uploaded to the computer, cut out and put onto my photogrphs where its then all editied.

Posted by HelenaJaneSmith on 2009-01-03 15:07:36

Tagged: , ruins , body print , hidden , rocks , stones , buildings , old , greece , people , stairs

wood

wood

This is from my film camera, so of course i had to scan it onto the computer. and of course even after wiping my scanner down theres still some dust, so sorry about that..

SOOC besides scanning it and adding my name to it!
I LOVE my film camera, it is so old!!

Posted by mariahnmatarazzo on 2011-09-03 12:34:11

Tagged: , sooc , bokeh , wood , rocks , rock , camp , nature , forest , olympus , film , camera , scanned

img_H501c_Ariz_1992456

img_H501c_Ariz_1992456

The Three Sisters, Monument Valley, 1992, along the Arizona/Utah border, Navajo Tribal Park, a storm is moving in. Black and white image made with Hasselblad 501c and Kodak T-Max 400 film. Negative was then scanned into the computer. The dust was really blowing around, just couldn’t keep it off the lens.

Posted by sara97 on 2008-12-01 00:01:15

Tagged: , Arizona , Hasselblad 501c , Kodak T-Max 400 , landscape , Monument Valley , nature , photo by Sara Anne Finke , storm , clouds , rocks , geology , erosion , dust , Arizona Thunderstorms , sky , weather , The Three Sisters , b&w , day

Eat my dust

Eat my dust

‘Eat my dust’ On Black

I had a major hard disk crash today. I managed to save most of my data, including a massive amount of raw files (phew!). This means working all weekend to get my computer running again, because on this laptop here, it’s no fun to edit the pictures at all…

What do I learn from that?
– Do backups more often
– Keep your important data on a different hard drive than your windows installation
– Think about buying an analog camera 🙂

Posted by Andreas Reinhold on 2006-07-14 23:19:09

Tagged: , 123bw , bw , sw , black , white , blackandwhite , truck , mine , mining , stones , rocks , rock , dust , dusty , road , gravel , huge , bergischesland , wuppertal , dornap , mettmann , smoke

Rocky shore

Rocky shore

This is the companion to "Imponded sun" as the portrait version. I managed to nearly dodge the highlite gamut in Lightroom while very slim margins of black gamut showed in this exposure. Warning, if you want to shoot shots like this with the lens pointed directly at the sun, it is crucial that you polish all bits of dust from the front surface of the lens. I stopped to do just that here, knowing it could be trouble if I didn’t, even with this spectacular 24-70mm zoom lens. Note that this specially coated lens is not even a three times zoom, not a 12-16 times zoom. It might be a plan to crank on a much superior single focal length lens instead of that super zoom that packs loads of lens flare. Lately, I am struck by how many posts are put up on Flickr that do not even observe decent exposures. I thought that was rule one? Are these folks overcompensating for flaring skies they can’t control.

On this day of nice skies and water, I came back to this spot I’ve used before with the intention of expanding my catalog. My previous take was one of my favorites. I am still fighting to slow this autumn’s slipping away and I made another loop of the path but there was little breeze and there were only a few ripples on the water that ushered in the fine sky and foliage colors. I got a couple of shots of the foliage in the distance but it is deteriorating. I guess this reflection scene just grabbed me emotionally for some reason. Watch out for this if you are fishing in a belly boat and decide to come in to shore here! Later, I decided to recapture earlier shots. Replacing my productive rippled water scenes were skies with some mixed clouds, water and fading foliage. December is almost here.

I am out here at Golden Ponds, the Longmont, Boulder County, Colorado greenbelt and rec area and fortunately, the turn-off is only a half-dozen blocks down Hover St. I wanted to look for possible locations even though the sky has been the pits lately. I wandered the green space and took some detail shots that were available, Drying cattails surrounded the ponds. The bold sky is gone, the rippling water gone, the bold clouds gone, my favorite cottonwood, brown and most cattails seeding the next year’s supply. I shot few pictures and kept the sky out of the frame but it’s presence shows in the water. The colorful autumn foliage is falling around the ponds and under the water. I love shooting stark scenes with this camera and lens. I have not used any of my old Nikkors even though I programmed them into the computer.

Posted by Rocky Pix on 2012-11-30 03:13:01

Tagged: , Rocky Shore , Golden Ponds Park and Recreational Area , Shore , Rocks , Sun , Water , Sky , Cloud , Reflection , Fall , Foliage , St.Vrain , Creek , Pastoral , Longmont , Boulder , County , Colorado , Rockies , River , Basin RockyPix Rocky Mountain Pix W. , Michel , Kiteley f/16 1/60th/sec 29mm 24-70mm , f/2.8 , f/2.8G , Nikkor , Normal-Zoom , Hand-held

THE FALL AND RISE OF BOOKWORM JANE

THE FALL AND RISE OF BOOKWORM JANE

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The first sounds to enter Jane’s ears as she awoke, were those of the waves crashing against the shoreline of neatly peppered rocks to her left. Bleary eyelids fluttered and fought with the seductive forces of gravity as a stream of light brought her rapidly to a state of consciousness, and with it a painful sensation that crept up her body like mutant ivy strands twisting and wrapping themselves around her very sinews. Somewhat disorientated and perturbed at being pulled forcibly from the pleasures of a dream that involved falling down a dark shaft directly into the arms of none other than George Clooney, suitably attired in a white tux with distinguished speckled grey hair and a charming grin, and a vice like grip that brought both reassurance and a strange sensation in her loins, slowly Jane realized that the aforementioned was merely a dream and that reality was about to slap her in the face like a wet halibut to warm flesh.

Adrenalin kicked in and she felt the pace and beat of her heart increasing as the pain seared with menace and relentless brutality through her limbs. It was all she could do to stop herself screaming, but she knew it would give him such sweet delight to hear her do so and she was not about to give in to his vindictive whims. In her mind she saw that Jackal and Hyde face, so indelibly etched upon her memory. How could one forget such charming characteristics, which had swept her willingly off her feet yet which belied such a blackened heart devoid of compassion or love.

It was obvious that her right ankle was broken, perhaps a rib or two as well as with her right hand, she slowly traced the contours of her body, noticing the numbness in places and the agony that rippled through her side as her fingers delicate caressed her upper right thigh downwards. Eyes still scrabbling for clarity of detail, she fumbled in the soft granules of sand beside her until her fingers fell upon the contours of her spectacles which she held up to the light against the cloudy skyscape high above her prone body. The glasses seemed still to be intact, with the left glass shattered like a starfish shape and the right arm wildly bent in a jaunty angle downwards from it’s true position. Dusting off the residue sand that had clung like limpets to the metallic form, she placed the glasses onto the bridge of her nose, pushing them into position with her right index finger and attempting to squint through the broken glass piece which gave the world a curiously odd perspective. Now she could make out the detail in the rock face directly overhead, from where she had been so unceremoniously dumped by callous hands and mind filled with evil intent.

Pain residing somewhat as the endorphins soothed and bathed her brain, now her thoughts turned to concern, perhaps fear as she realized that he was somewhere in close proximity, possibly watching her every move, maybe making his way down the rock face to finish her off via a less circuitous route than the option she was given no choice but to take. Jane pushed her head back into the sand until her forehead was level with the horizon directly behind her, eyes able to stare up and beyond ascertaining that he had not yet arrived from his descent. Pushing herself up onto her elbows, she felt the pulsing pain in her skull, eyes scrunching up in a tight ball as she yelped. Thoughts of dragging herself outwards to the open shoreline and screaming for help, just like the end of a chapter from "Black heart" that she had read recently on the recommendations of a girl friend, soon evaporated as she recalled that the charcater in the story had also been shot and died alone and pitifully where he lay! She let out an audible gasp as her eyes opened reticently upon the full impact of her injuries. A shock wave raced through her body and she instantly felt an ice cold sensation grip her throat and forehead, a desire to vomit as her eyes picked out the details in the bone fragments peeking from her right ankle like the bones of a fallen desert creature picked clean by scavenging buzzards. The right ankle was no more. Ripped and torn, smashed into fragments with blood pooled beside her body like some colourful mosaic in the golden sands. If it were a motion blockbuster from Hollywoods precotious producers, she would marvel at the computer generated graphics of her crushed bones and mangled flesh, but this was the real deal and not a cause in any way for delirium or applause.

In her mind, Jane relived the memories of the events leading to her unfortunate situation, how she had reported him to the local Police and their futile attempts to place restraining orders upon a violent psychopath. That fateful meeting at Laura’s twenty first birthday bash in Joey’s bar and grill, and the excitement that entered her life as a tall dark stranger made her acquaintance and offered a world of possibilities on happy horizons. It was almost funny now, she felt, pondering how desperation, loneliness and a hundrum existence enlightened only briefly by the company of musty first editions and two demonstrative felines have the capacity to blind an impressionable girl to the false promise of love that a stranger on the scene can offer the weak of heart and mind. But Jane wasn’t laughing now as she realized the hopelessness of her predicament.

From behind she could hear the sound of bramble being pushed aside from the descending footpath behind and to her right at the side of the cliff face. Perhaps a passing resident out for a stroll with their beloved pooch, a jogger perhaps, an early morning photographer looking to set up his equipment to catch those early morning hues from the golden hour around sunrise. Jane used all of her strength to pull her smashed ankle slowly to her right, pushing on her buttocks and swivelling all the while in agony, tears streaming down her pale cheeks until she was up against the rock face, back arched and eyes facing forwards into the clearing with the sea out in front of her. Seated in her own blood, flesh pressing down on tiny splinters of shattered bone distributed in the fall, she swallowed hard and fought the pain with determination and grit. She was about to summon her strength and call for help, when he came into view from the left of the rock face.

Eyes darting about, Jane scooped up a large rock to her right, and a pointed piece of driftwood that was long enough perhaps to defend herself. Those eyes pierced her soul, dark and menacing as he came a few steps closer and smiled with a sickening mischief that filled Jane with fear and loathing. Why had the Police been so powerless in her defence, offering nothing more than cups of luke warm tea and words of hollow comfort? Why had she been so stubborn in refusing to give in to the inevitable and move back in with her parents down in Dorset? It all seemed so crystal clear now to her, as she watched his footsteps growing ever closer, the memory of his breath in her ear as he had held her by the throat and blamed her for the mess he was in just before pushing her so ruthlessly from the top of the cliff. She even remembered the curious weightlessness of the fall before blacking out upon impact. Now she was alone and defenceless, powerless to defeat her foe as he grinned like the cat who got the cream, ever closer, ever more menacing through her broken spectacles.

Just a few feet from her battered limbs, he stopped and reached into his jacket pocket, right hand revealing the blade of a knife which glistened beneath the sunlight, like the harbinger of her demise it promised to be. An ironic smile formed upon Jane’s lips as she dropped the rock and piece of hopeful driftwood, submitting to the inevitability of the final assault which perhaps would free her once and for all from the turmoil and mayhem that had become her life. How life could change in an instant. Unable to defend herself, Jane at that moment felt strangely unafraid of her persuer, for the first time in tese last traumatic months. With nowhere left to hide and a distinct inabilty to run, she was defiant in her acceptance of fate and determined to give no satisfaction to him as he terminated her life. He moved in fast, dropping to his knees and grabbing her hair in his left hand, pulling her face up towards his own as his mouth formed into an angry snarl and he hurled abuse at her as the knife raised into the air. The pain was intense as strands of hairs were wrenched from her scalp, her eyes all the while studying the form of the vicious blade that reflected her features in the morning light. Adrenalin coursing through her veins with one last burst, her left hand grabbed the piece of pointed driftwood, and screaming at the top of her lungs, "Don’t you know in all the best Hollywood films, the bespectacled heroine always defeats her foe!", she thrust the wood directly into his throat, the jagged tip emerging through the back of his neck as he fell sideways, dropping the blade and clutching his throat as a river of rich ruby life force ebbed and flowed from his fatal wound. He flailed and kicked for a short while, eyes glazing over as he drew his last breath before his mouth settled in the sand and he breathed no longer.

Jane propped herself against the rock face once more, eyes looking out towards the horizon where the the waves rolled and crashed. Perhaps as the morning light came, she would be found and saved by a passer by, perhaps the returning tide would sweep her out to her demise. Perhaps this had all been one long and terrible dream from which she would suddenly awake. If this had been a Hollywood blockbuster, how the audience would have cheered and applauded at the conclusion…….

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Written December 11th 2010
Photograph taken on October 28th at Botany Bay in Broadstairs, Kent, England at sunrise.

Nikon D700 14mm 1/25ths f/11.0 iso200
Nikkor AF-S 14-24mm f/2.8 G ED IF.

Posted by DESPITE STRAIGHT LINES on 2011-12-30 12:36:16

Tagged: , horror , abduction , terror , violence , stalker , attacker , heroine , girl , injured , injury , pain , salvation , ‘botany bay’ , broadstairs , kent , england , victim , nikon , D700 , seaside , rocks , cliffs , story , ‘#ilobsterit’

NEW way of doing things

NEW way of doing things

The2OfUsPhoto now on Facebook!~ Flickriver ~ Please check out my blog

Still in hiding? Yes, kinda. I have to let you all in on a little secret. Even if I were shooting right now, I really have no plans on sitting on my laptop all day for processing, so the real reason I am not shooting, or playing around on Flickr, is because I need a new computer. Until then, here is what I did come up with a few weeks ago, just getting around to processing it.

I took a class two weeks ago on photography for star trails. OH how happy did that make me, to be able to take this class for free and such a grand ole topic! Truth be told, I did not learn too much, I have been shooting star trails for more then a year, but I wanted to go any way, you never know what you might learn. Low and behold, I did learn something. A new program! For the past year, any one who knows me knows that I have been struggling with the idea that there were no good or easy programs for stacking star trails on a MAC computer. All the good stuff, easy that is, is made for the PC. As a matter of fact, the program I was using, has not been updated since 2005! Lets just say, someone needed to get on the ball! At this class, I learned about StarStaX, for MAC, PC and Linux. Amazing! Its a wonderful program, it’s free and easy! DONE! Makes me a happy camper, to say the least. I just so happened to already have the 559 images that needed to be stacked, I went home, loaded the software and BAM, with in a half hour, I had my stack. Before this program, it would take FOREVER to stack that many images! I did stack the same 559 images on the old PC using the old software, which did take forever, and there was VERY little difference between the outcome of the PC software and this software. I guess I can finally put to rest the old PC? Perhaps, for now, I will allow the dust to settle on it.

Geek talk:
A total of 559 images, all of which are:
30 seconds long
ISO 1250 (I think, from memory)
F/2.8
14mm

Please, enjoy!

OH, and once again, I was just playing around in my back yard, there is no real foreground here, I just want to be ready for when I am OUT of my back yard, with a great foreground to work with. I STILL want to do a star party!

Posted by CuteAsABugOnARug on 2011-08-27 03:42:35

Tagged: , StarStaX , rokinon , extreme stacking , geek talk , long exposure , star trail , Gail Edwards , 5D MkII , star stacking , sandiego , rokinon 14mm 2.8 , extremeexposure , rocks , samyang , canon , star , Cuteasabugonarug , astrophotography , stars , extendedexposure , the2ofusphoto , star trails , ramona

Monument Valley Sunset

Monument Valley Sunset

Watching last thursday’s episode of Billy Connolly’s journey down Route 66 inspired me to take another look at my Monument Valley snaps. What a place!

I think I’ve got my settings wrong on my pc/monitor because this looks so much more vibrant on my computer than it does on my iPad. The difference isn’t usually that pronounced but with this shot it’s really apparent.

From monumentvalley.org :-

Monument Valley is one of the truly iconic places of the United States. It has been the setting for hundreds of Western movies, and its unique sandstone formations are instantly recognizable the world over.

The Valley is home to Navajo families that have lived there for generations.

Monument Valley is a part of the Navajo Nation. It is located on the Utah/Arizona border, east of Highway 163. The park entrance is in Utah. Admission to the park is $5 per person, and free for children under the age of 9.

For visitor information, contact Monument Valley Navajo Tribal Park.

The park is open daily from 6am to 8pm from May through September and from 8am to 5pm from October through April.

Getting there

From Flagstaff, head east on Highway 40 to Highway 89 (Page, Grand Canyon Exit). Travel north on Highway 89 to Highway 160. Travel east on Highway 160 to Highway 163 (Kayenta exit). Travel north into Utah to Goulding’s Lodge then take Indian Route 40 southeast to the entrance to Monument Valley. The closest airport is Farmington, New Mexico. It is about two and a half hours east of the park.

Most of the scenic locations within Monument Valley are found within the Monument Valley Navajo Tribal Park. At the edge of the valley, there is a visitor center, a small convenience store and the Haskenneini Restaurant, which specializes in both native Navajo and American cooking.

As this is not a federal park, National Park Passes or Golden Eagle Passes are not valid here.

“It’s breathtaking. You can’t believe it. It’s very photogenic; it has a kind of mythic feeling of age, of legend. . . . You’ve seen it in the movies, but when you see it in life, it’s so epic in its proportions that it almost stands for the whole of the West.” -Filmmaker Peter Bogdanovich.

Posted by Paul in Leeds on 2011-10-01 12:06:43

Tagged: , coth , monument , valley , utah , arizona , mitten , sunset , sunrise , sun , clouds , sky , rocks , red , orange , blue , sand , dust , hot , heat , sony , a900 , alpha , united , states , navajo , ancient , sacred , magic , magical , dark , dusk , monolith , geology , geography , interesting , fantastic