As the temperature starts to rise, Lake Michigan, Chicago, USA.

Somewhere in Delhi.

Horned Puffins mirror one another against a deeply shadowed cliff face. Little Tanaga Strait, Aleutian Islands, Alaska, USA.

Canon 5DM3 | Canon 400mm f/5.6 | Handheld from boat

Had a great girls' night out last night with some great friends. We had a pj party at my friend, Nancy's house. It was a great time!! On the way home this morning, I ran a couple of errands, stopped for a cup of coffee and to take my SP for the day. Housework and yoga are on the agenda for the rest of the day. Hope everyone had a great weekend!

♫ Daughtry - Over You ♫

Now that it's all said and done,

I can't believe you were the one

To build me up and tear me down,

Like an old abandoned house.

What you said when you left

Just left me cold and out of breath.

I fell too far, was in way too deep.

Guess I let you get the best of me.

I got over you.

For Flickr Group Roulette - For the Love of Trains

As seen on display at the Magical History Tour, Henry Ford Museum, Michigan

poster art for the february installment of an open mic series here in berkeley. art direction by joe christiano of pegasus books.

Processed with VSCOcam with 8 preset

Polygon Breakup explores unfamiliar techniques for achieving visual effects. In place of a standard fadeout, a recursive polygon splitting function slowly shreds the shapes.

Prints are available at www.tylerlhobbs.com/works/item/polygon-breakup.

Broken skateboard poster/sketch/messin around...

everytime you break a skateboard, you break a heart.

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-These photographs were taken September 12th 2009. Funny how I reuse oldies.

-My boyfriend and I are no more.

-I haven't felt able to say it out loud/or write it down...

-It ended the last week of May... (however it wasn't clear till July...)

-I've done badly in both of the exams I took three days after we split... I'm very unhappy.

-Its taking me a long time to "get over." I'm sorry but thats just me.

-One thing that made me happy, who made me happy.... turned upside down and became a source of upset.... :'(

-It was one inspiration for "Torn."

www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0AFsMrxwJ8

-Its hard when both people feel differently.

-I didn't want to let go.... still don't want to let go. I hurt more than I let on.

-I miss everything about him... I feel so lonely now... I want him/it back...

-I'm a single girl... There. I said it. After three months... its about time.

- :'(

** FILE ** In this Oct. 18, 2007 file photo, Mexico's band RBD presents the award for Best Pop Artist during the 2007 MTV Latin Video Music Awards at the Palacio de los Deportes in Mexico City. RBD announced on Friday, Aug. 15, 2008 that they are breaking up after fours years. (AP Photo/Gregory Bull,File)

The ice is breaking up behing the breakwall on lake Ontario in west Toronto.

The grey clouds were soon to be replaced by a pure blue sky and warming sun.

Edited Landsat 8 image of the breakup of the large iceberg that just split away from the Larsen C ice shelf. Processing variant.

Image source: earthobservatory.nasa.gov/IOTD/view.php?id=90627

Original caption: When a massive iceberg first broke away from Antarctica’s Larsen C ice shelf sometime between July 10-12, 2017, scientists knew it would eventually start breaking apart. That’s the normal life cycle of a drifting iceberg, which is at the mercy of the ocean’s battering currents, tides, and winds. Already those forces have turned A-68 into two named bergs, A-68A and A-68B, as well as a handful of pieces too small to be named by the U.S. National Ice Center.

In the two weeks following the initial break, satellite imagery has documented the iceberg’s motion. The southern end appears to have slammed into a mix of floating ice above Gipps Ice Rise—the bump of snow- and ice-covered bedrock visible in the lower right of the image. Then the berg rebounded and its northern end swung back toward the just opened rift. The resulting impact caused both the berg’s north end and the ice shelf to fracture.

“The back-and-forth movement of A-68 looks akin to maneuvering a parallel-parked car out of a tight parking space—like an Austin Powers three-point turn,” said Christopher Shuman, a cryospheric scientist at NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center and the University of Maryland, Baltimore County.

The fractured berg and shelf are visible in these images, acquired on July 21, 2017, by the Thermal Infrared Sensor (TIRS) on the Landsat 8 satellite. The false-color view shows the relative warmth or coolness across the region. White indicates where the ice or water surface is warmest, most notably in the widening strip of mélange between the main iceberg and the remaining ice shelf. Dark grays and blacks are the coldest areas of ice.

So far, the calving and fracturing has taken place under the dark cover of polar night during Antarctica’s austral winter. That makes thermal imagery from satellites a critical tool for “seeing” the action. Adrian Luckman of the UK-based Project MIDAS first saw the berg break away in thermal data from the Moderate Resolution Imaging Spectroradiometer (MODIS), before Sentinel radar data became available later on July 12.

The thermal view above shows a remarkable amount of detail. The bright signature of relatively warm ocean water appears around A-68B, which broke off sometime between late July 13 and early July 14. More subtle fractures north of A-68B are visible on the shelf; these pieces will eventually break free and move out to sea with the rest of the ice.

All of the ice pieces large and small are subject to the water currents of the Weddell Gyre and the strong weather systems that can whip up blinding snow and blanket the region in clouds for many days at a time. This same ocean circulation that will eventually move the bergs northward toward South Georgia Island.

In the meantime, scientists will have to wait until August—the end of polar night here—to get their first natural-color images since the long-growing Larsen C rift became a complete break.

References and Related Reading

NASA Earth Observatory, Rift and Calving at Larsen C Ice Shelf.

NASA Earth Observatory (2017, July 12) Antarctic Ice Shelf Sheds Massive Iceberg.

NASA Earth Observatory (2017, July 12) Landsat Spots Birth of Iceberg A-68.

Project MIDAS (2017, July 12) Larsen C calves trillion ton iceberg. Accessed July 12, 2017.

NASA Earth Observatory images by Jesse Allen, using Landsat data from the U.S. Geological Survey. Story by Kathryn Hansen.

Instrument(s):

Landsat 8 - TIRS

Breakup boots are this year's hottest new trend.

“i’m leaving you” she said as a matter of factly…meghan was sitting beside me at the bar…she had turned slightly so we were almost facing each other…

“ok…but I don’t think anything you’ve got left is going to change my mind…if you want to try and I know you do let’s go to your place…that way I can leave after we’re done…”

Ok so it all started when I was born - literally. My parents were young when they had me, just 19 years old. My grandparents got guardianship of my brother and I when I was about three years old. My family has a history of mental illness on both sides, so I was "doomed" naturally. Schizophrenia, bipolar, manic depression, all disorders someone in my family was diagnosed with. My maternal grandmother is manic depressive, and things were very difficult growing up because it wasn't addressed. She didn't believe in therapy and thought that nothing was wrong. Therapy was only for "messed up" people, and she had an extreme stigma about it. There are so many instances of verbal and emotional abuse towards my grandfather, my brother, my mother, and myself. But if you spoke up, it was even worse, you wouldn't dare speak up against it. It was always better to endure it and hope the next day would be better. She was, and still can be, very unpredictable. You'd think everything was dandy, until it wasn't. Things could switch in a moment into a screaming, "you-don't-care-about-me-how-come-no-one-cares-for-me" mess. I never wanted someone to ever go through that, or to feel like they couldn't speak up. I was often the one to speak up, so my grandmother and I would fight often. Hence, the anxiety, people-pleasing, wanting to always keep the peace mindset that I have as an adult. She's always needed help for her mental health, but you can't make someone do something they don't want. If they won't address what's hurting, things can't progress.

My grandfather, my grandmother, my brother, and I tried going to group therapy once. It didn't go well, and was entirely unproductive in creating any change. The time was spent with my grandmother asking why she was always the bad guy and how no one ever talked about how they hurt her, and essentially made for a bad time for awhile at home. I did go to counseling in school for awhile, but it was in a group setting so it wasn't as exclusive as going to one-on-one therapy. As a teenager, I did got to therapy for a little bit, but I stopped going because my therapists kept leaving for other practices. And I felt like I was "fine". Plus, what good does it do when you live somewhere that's always stressful and you feel like you can't really talk about your feelings anyways? I didn't want that for my life, ever. I knew that I wanted to be different. I was always sad as a kid that I didn't live with my parents. I never had an answer when people asked me why I didn't live with them, honestly I still am not sure completely why I didn't and I'll be 29 this year .

My mother ended up having a drug addiction problem when I was in sixth grade. My mother is also bipolar, although I don't know exactly when this was discovered. My grandmother hated my dad, for whatever reason. So I just had no pull in my desire to want to live with a parent. My mother had always been around, and she lived with us and my grandparents at times. I saw my dad on the weekends and holidays. In the beginning of her addiction, my grandparents got emergency custody of my brother Jacob. So now they were raising three kids. When my mother made the decision to get clean from heroin, I was about 11 (I think, not sure of my exact age). I loved her so much, and I'll always remember driving down the road with her one day as she was crying and saying "I love you, you know I do, right?" I was the one sitting with her in the bathroom while she went through withdrawal. It was hard to see my mother so sick. I stayed by her side and slept in the same room as her at night because I was so happy she was back home. I also went to NA and AA meetings with her. I liked the cookies and snacks they'd have. I really had no business being around so much adult information at my age, but as I see it I was the support in my mother's recovery, because everyone else was just mad at her. Naturally, it makes sense that as an adult my mother uses me as support often. She's better now and has been clean for over 10 years.

Eventually, I did get the chance to live with my father and my step-mom the summer before seventh grade. For whatever reason, my grandmother had a moment and agreed to let me live with them. I was ecstatic! I remember hopping onto the computer and instant messaging my step-mom on AIM. I lived with them from the beginning of seventh grade to halfway through my freshman year of high school. Living there was such a change from what I was used to; more routine and structure, more "normalcy". I moved back in with my grandparents halfway through my freshman year of high school. Around that time is when my father was really starting to struggle with his mental health (that I know of). There was one night I remember he got so angry that my step-mom and I went in the basement with our dog. He'd torn off the keyboard holder from the computer desk, ripped the sliding door off the track, and threw the board into the pool. He wasn't going to hurt us and I think we knew that, but he was just SO aggressively upset. I remember he left and that night I woke up to the sound of him crying in the bathroom pleading to God. He got diagnosed bipolar around that time. I didn't leave because he was struggling, but because I felt like me being there was too stressful and I missed being with my grandparents. Things were still the same when I moved back in, it's like I never left. I think part of me is always going to feel guilty for leaving my brothers there, even though getting out made such a change in me.

I met a junior boy, C is what we will call him, when I moved back. He was my second boyfriend. I'd only dated one person when I lived in Leominster, and it wasn't for long. I didn't really know much about dating, or sex, or how any of it worked really. I feel like I just figured out a lot of it on my own, leading to many poor decisions. Part of the issue is that my grandmother believed that any talk of sex, birth control, or even asking to be on birth control would automatically lead to pregnancy. And most of what I saw growing up was not-so-healthy relationships. C broke up with me shortly after I made the decision to have sex with him, through a note, passing me in the hallway to lunch. One of my first poor decisions, and it got worse because my grandmother found out about it and threatened to bring him to court for statutory rape. For whatever reason I thought that having sex with someone meant love. I don't know where I came up with that, but it was what I thought mattered. And I also couldn't stand to be alone, I somehow put all my worth in being with someone else.

A few boyfriends later, I met P at a little music release basement party for a mutual friend. We were a hit instantly, and I completely ignored all of my friends when they told me the next morning to not get involved with him. Another poor decision. We became boyfriend and girlfriend. I was with him for 3 years almost. We smoked a lot of pot, he skipped a lot of college, he would call out of work to stay with me. My grandmother would call me out sick from school so I could spend a week with him at his dorm in Boston. He practically lived at my grandparent's house with me at one point. It was very toxic. We were very clingy to one another and I had no freedom. I couldn't even really hang out with my friends if he wasn't there too. He didn't like when I colored my hair without asking. One time, I dyed it black without asking and he screamed at me for a good hour through the phone. My friend that was with me had to answer the phone at one point and tell him to stop calling. All my worth and who I was was determined by him. I wanted to stretch my ears but didn't because he got upset and told me that I only wanted to do that so I could fuck his friends. He was extremely emotionally and verbally abusive, narcissistic if you will. And he needed help with mental health, yet another non-believer of therapy in my life, and meds would just make you a zombie so forget that.

When I got to college, P had failed out of New England Institute of Art and ended up at The Mount with me. This was problematic. We had a lot of the same classes and friends. I ended up getting very close to another guy, A, who showed interest in me being who I wanted. I remember being told by A that I was being treated like property. I wasn't happy with P anymore, but I didn't know how to leave. I ended up cheating, which is absolutely against my morals. P found out because A was angry I wouldn't leave P and told him everything. It was a nasty breakup and there was a lot of fighting. We had all the same friends and so there was some division and tension. I failed out of college because I skipped classes so I wouldn't have to see him. But even after the breakup, P found a way to always be involved in my business.

While I was dating P, I stopped talking to my father for about a year. My father was trying to look out for me in a particular circumstance and went to P's house on his lunch one day to talk with him. I was a dumb teenager so I chose my boyfriend over my father. During that year my father tried to commit suicide. I only found out because of someone anonymous on the internet. My father did not succeed and is much better these days.

After P, I had a lot of small relationships. I was trying to find myself and who I wanted to be. I stretched my ears. I went to a lot of shows, and I did get to live with my mother by the way, when I turned 18. Things were hard and she didn't exactly like who I was. A lot of criticism for my boyfriends, who I dated, who my friends were. Because I was already an adult, her trying to parent me didn't exactly mesh. I smoked a pack of cigarettes a day. I was very stressed all the time. I lost my best friend after P, but I also was so caught up in myself I didn't see how awful of a friend I was. She even ended up dating P for a few years, and that was very hard for me. I never took accountability. I was an anxious mess, that couldn't just be by herself. A lot of my relationships felt like I was a "light" for the other person who was looking to fill a void or get over someone else. And even knowing that so many times, I'd just stay sometimes because I was "needed".

Eventually, I would meet my now husband Joe a year (roughly) after P. Joe and I were best friends first. We knew each other first, and hung out as friends first. He would drive from Dracut to Athol almost every day, that's like 2 hours just to get to me, then 2 hours home. We would sit in my room and watch Friend Zone on MTV (how fitting, right?) One day we found ourselves just casually holding hands. This was new for me. I didn't see it coming. Our relationship crept up and blossomed instead of my usual just jumping into a relationship. Joe was the only one to ever stand up to P and tell him he didn't have a place in my life anymore. The only person where I never doubted if I was just filling a void from someone else. Joe cared about my interests and what I enjoyed, and has continued to throughout our 9 year relationship. He showed me what being valued as myself was like. This is love. And I am grateful, because he gives me space to figure out who I am and change if I feel like it.

The lesson from this is that I finally learned that I was enough as me. I didn't have to try to be anyone's ex, I didn't have to try to be anyone but myself. I learned that I had value as a person, and that I could be who I wanted, because I WANTED to be that person. I could be a light in someone's life, without putting out my own light. I learned that my body was not the only thing someone should want in a relationship, and that sex does not mean love. And most importantly, I learned that I didn't need to fill a void in someone, or try to have someone to fill a void in myself. Things don't work that way. You cannot fix a person, you can only be there for them. As far as mental health goes, my intention was always to break the cycle and take care of myself. I knew it from very early in my life. I mentioned that I stopped going to therapy for awhile. Two years ago I did start going to counseling again. After having our second child, I realized that I was really struggling and things were getting hard, I felt like I was falling apart inside. I couldn't cope strictly by myself. Last year I was diagnosed as bipolar 2. My counselor knew a bit sooner than when he told me, but I respect his reasoning. When he diagnosed me, he said that he did not tell me right away when he knew, because he knew that I would have been devastated, since he knew I did not want to be like my family. But I am not like my family. I love my family, and they are not bad people, they just needed help. I am the change in the cycle. I wanted better and I am creating better. I want my children to know stability and that mental health is as important as physical health. I am still working at being better every day, I will always have to, that's okay. I am open, I am accepting of myself, I know healing isn't linear. In healing, I have learned forgiveness.

y bueno , otraves estoy asi , asi perdido , me sentia en el cielo y luego en un segundo todo se desmorona , es tan malo sentirse asi , sentir que aveces la persona que amas , aquella persona que darias todo por aserla felis , te traicione. bueno asi es todo , todos es una real y pura mentira , en este mundo lleno de odio es dificl encontrar el amor y no se como fui tan imbecil para sentir que estoy duraria para siempre , odio esta vida , odio este mundo , odio existir pero no puedo odiarte a ti . en fin aun queda algo y ojala no se acabe porque es lo que me ase seguir . nose comolo aras para recuperame pero costara y no sera facil.

tu eras todas las cosas que yo creia conocer y pensaba que podriamos ser . tu eras todo , todo lo que yo queria , lo que debiamos ser se suponia que eramos pero lo perdimos , todos nuestros recuerdos , tan cercanos a mi se desvanecen .

todo este tiempo estabas aparentando . aun falta mucho para mi final feliz .

es bonito saber que estuviste ahi , gracias por atctuar como si te importara y hacerme sentir como si fuera el unico . es bonito saber que lo tuvimos todo gracias po mirar como caigo y hacerme saber que habiamos terminado

12.17 day 4

broken hearted. :[

today was going ok. other than my usual clutzy self.

than i got a phone call that changed everything. :[

the guy that i had fallen for gave me the most heart wrenching news. i never saw it coming. and ive been crying all day.

i dunno how things are going to work out :'[

</3 brenda

The shelf ice breaking up.

Indiana Dunes National Park

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With all of the technology we have access to today, it can be hard to tell if our phones and computers are bringing us closer together or pulling us further apart. It turns out that they are apparently doing both! Texting and its naughtier cousin, sexting, are both popular and discreet ways to...

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Along the St. Lawrence River at Hoople Point, Long Sault Ontario.

Sometimes in your life you just need to face it, no matter how deep you hide it, there will always come a moment when you will remember.

First you open your wings, you touch the clouds, the borders of the glas are painted with all the smiles brought by good memories, but then you come to the lower part of the glass, the liquor have the need to flush your sore trhoat, throat strangled by the ending, by the injustice, by the strugles that you made in your life, all the sacrifice, that never payed off.

We always will meet new, interesting people in our life, the ugly ones, the cute ones, the realy hot ones, the interesting, boring... every single profile. Some, will pass by our side like the new born breeze, some will tickle our imagination, and sometimes one of the team will decide that tickle to take over your life, and jump right into a new bus, leaving the old companion behind.

The only question is how do we know that the old road trip in time will show that was better then the new one? And if we realise it then, will it be too late to buy that ticket again, because the worst thing in the life is when you come too late.

If you are jumping from one bus to another, you will be stuck playing the same song but only with different instruments, and is it realy fair to replace your for so many years loved guitar with a violin, just to play the same song again?

The thing is, when you find something that you build and trully respect, you will see and visit hundreds of houses, but you will always gladly return to your doorstep, because you made it, and even if other doors look tempting, your is the one you chose, the one that was always there for you. That's a feeling that we often forget.

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"Although all cat games have their rules and rituals, these vary with the individual player. The cat, of course, never breaks a rule. If it does not follow precedent, that simply means it has created a new rule and it is up to you to learn it quickly if you want the game to continue." ~Sidney Denham

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"Way down deep, we're all motivated by the same urges. Cats have the courage to live by them." ~Jim Davis

Ich will die Scheidung - The Breakup

Blue Monday or "Rosenmontag" - enjoy!

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The first tears I cried when my partner of 12 years left me for another woman.

Somewhere in Delhi.

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I want the Rachel hairstyle.

After knocking over a glass table and breaking it, I decided it might be useful for a photo someday, so I kept most of the big pieces (but stupidly, only two of the three legs). I thought of a rough concept pretty soon after that, but as I tend to do every now and then, chose to put it aside just for a short, little while...

So... after about six months of having heavy, jagged shards of broken glass sitting around my apartment (and a couple of incidents requiring bandages), I finally did something with them. In the time that had past I'd also broken three drinking glasses and, naturally, saved them as well (Yes, actually I AM a klutz). So here is the result:

It took a while to arrange a time with Stacia (the model), and twice we had it scheduled but plans fell through (once because of a friend's pregnancy). When the schedule was finally worked out, I had to move several pieces of furniture out into my hallway to get the setting I wanted, as the room is small (a LOT smaller than in looks). Unfortunately the hallway isn't exactly giant, and the furniture basically barricaded the front door, trapping Stacia inside my apartment with me, surrounded by sharp slabs of glass and a hammer. Of course, she had brought her own gun to our previous photoshoot, so I suspect she wasn't too worried:)

The lighting set-up included one monobloc in a softbox high and about 45 degrees camera-right, pointing down at her face. I had another monobloc in a softbox right next to me camera-left a bit lower, bouncing light off the wall (both for fill light on Stacia and to try and get some depth in the objects on the floor). I put two speedlites in the window (one clamped to the handle) with CTO gels, using the curtain as a partial diffuser, to get the shadow pattern on the wall and ceiling. I also had on-axis fill coming from a speedlight stuck in an Orbis ring flash. The flashes were all triggered with Radiopoppers.

I did a lot of post-work to get the look of this shot the way I wanted (surreal), which, on its own, is already quite an involved, time-consuming process, involving two or more RAW file conversions, and lots of contrast masking with filters. There's no automatic action for this, as far as I know.

You've got to get the lighting right first, of course. No amount of editing can make good light when it wasn't already in the original photo; and anyone who thinks it's easy to just photoshop something any way you want and have it look good, please pass on your secrets to me:)

Since I had only kept two of the (table) legs, I used a tripod and moved them around in a couple of different frames and merge them together later to make it look like there were four. Unfortunately, I didn't realize during the shoot (but should've suspected) that I was repeatedly nudging the lens with the ring flash, which slightly shifted each frame. Not really enough to see it on the camera's LCD, but definitely enough to make merging the separate layers a gigantic pain in the... well, you know. Particularly since the six-year-old computer I was using at the time was so terminally ill that it sometimes took 10-15 minutes JUST TO SAVE A FILE. Grrrrr...

At least I can finally throw out those glass shards. Well, wait... hold on. Hmmm... maybe there's another photo concept that I can use them for... I think I'll just hold off throwing them out for a short little while...

P.S. I realize that technically there should be little pieces of glass all over the floor as well, but even I have my limits. Particularly since I'm already running low on glasses...

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Minolta XD, MC Rokkor 35/1.8, Ilford Pan-F+

There's still enough ice to hold them if the dogs tread carefully but big patches of open water, too.

किसी के साथ रिलेशनशिप में होना एक सुखद अनुभूति का एहसास कराता है लेकिन जब यही रिश्ता टूटता है तो काफी तकलीफ भी होती है. अगर आप भी किसी ऐसी ही परिस्थिति से जूझ रहे हैं तो निश्चित रूप से यह समय आपके लिए तकलीफदेह है.

किसी के साथ प्यार भरे रिश्ते में रहने के बाद अचानक से जब यह टूटता है तो ऐसा लगता है...

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Before the breakup of the Soviet Union in 1991, the Soviet Air Force and Naval Aviation had a large contingent of aircraft and weapons stationed in Ukraine. These included the 5th, 14th, and 17th Air Armies plus five regiments of the 46th Air Army, Long Range Aviation, and significant portions of the Soviet Naval Aviation (Black Sea Fleet). After the collapse of the Soviet Union, these forces became the property of the newly independent Ukraine. The Ukrainian Air Force, established on 17 March 1992, inherited a large number of Tu-22M2/M3 bombers from the 185th Guards, 260th, and 402nd Heavy Bomber Aviation Regiments and the 5th Guards, 124th, 170th Guards, and 943rd Maritime Missile Aviation Regiments. These forces were gathered into the Ukrainian Long-Range Aviation Group and the Ukrainian Naval Aviation.

Ukraine’s Long-Range Aviation and Naval Aviation units found it difficult to operate due to the deep economic crisis in Ukraine after the collapse of the Soviet Union, pressure from the U.S. State Department on Ukraine to eliminate its nuclear and strategic forces, the lack of support from production plants and design bureaus which remained in Russia, the reduction in the size of the armed forces resulting in the loss of experienced pilots and supporting personnel, and the life expectancy of some aircraft components and assemblies had expired. On 25 November 1993, Ukraine signed an agreement with the United States to eliminate its strategic nuclear weapons and strategic aircraft. By 31 December 2006, Ukraine had officially eliminated it's Long-Range Aviation and Naval Aviation strategic forces.

This aircraft, Red 07, flew briefly with the 5th Guards Maritime Missile Aviation Regiment stationed at Veseloye, Crimea. This aircraft now rests at the Ukraine State Aviation Museum at the Kyiv International Airport (Zhuliany) south of Kyiv.