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As soldiers and marines perish in Iraq, headlines and funerals mark their passage. Never Coming Home details a deeply personal and public bereavement, and shows a portrait of grief and sacrifice of families with a hole in their lives, nothing but memory where once there was a living son and brother.
Enough with the procrastination.
Mark Stokoe
Design Portfolio 2009
In Print June 21
Coming Soon To A Good Design Firm Near You!
Hopefully.
See the work at www.markstokoe.ca/works
I have to give my husband credit for setting up this composite shot. I handled the post-processing, which merely consisted of cutting and matching columns from multiple photos. The ambient light provided the pleasing colors and tone.
Took the 2nd try at a new Sigma 10-20mm 1:4-5.6 DC out for a quick walk today to get some test shots to compare to the previous one I had ordered.
The first one was soft on the left hand side and seemed to focus at about 3' even thou I was center-point focused at close to infinity. this one is working much much better. I had it cranked up to F/32 to get a long exposure in the sun, this was hand-held on my knee at 1/6sec.
Also tried out the new Photomatix 4 (I've tried 3.X but never liked it) and enjoyed the results here from a single shot RAW file.
Methow Valley Pursuit Race. Rendezvous Trails, MVSTA, Methow Valley, Wa Jan 25 14 3935Jan 25 14 3795
Metrobus' 487 (YN53 RYZ) heads into Redhill on a 460 to Epsom. There's quite a good view around East Surrey from deckers, especially of the North Downs.
Brighton Road, Redhill, Surrey.
I wake up in the morning so far away from home,
trying to make it through the day.
Many miles are between us, I'm sending my love from this payphone.
Through the storms we've wandered, many mountains we have climbed
but all the bad times are behind.
The road is free -
I'm coming Home.
Without you I am like a ship without it's sails, calling the wind to save me.
I'd climb the highest mountain,
I'd cross the seven seas just to see your smile again.
All the trust that was built along the years is coming back to stay I know.
Just look ahead the road is free -
I'm coming Home.
With every step I'm closer to home, when I'm back you won't be alone.
Soon I'll see the familiar door before my eyes and you.
A Fleet Week Saturday aboard the USS Nimitz.
The day began at San Francisco Airport, where I boarded a US Navy C-2 transport plane at sunrise for a flight out to the aircraft carrier USS Nimitz, which was cruising 50 miles off the California Coast. After landing on the flight deck, we disembarked for a tour while the ship sailed toward San Francisco to participate in the Fleet Week "Parade of Ships." Upon clearing the Golden Gate Bridge, the Nimitz launched three F-18s from the flight deck as we cruised past Fisherman's Wharf. From there we continued onward, under the Bay Bridge to an anchorage in the middle of the San Francisco Bay, just off South Beach. And then I had to go home.
It was a very remarkable day. Many thanks to the US Navy for extending the invitation, and the kind sailors who showed us around their ship!
For more photos, see the rest of the A Day Aboard USS Nimitz Set
St James, Newton-in-the-Isle, Cambridgeshire
I left Ipswich under a clear, starlit sky on the early train, and by Bury the sun was up and shining. It was still shining at Ely, and it actually felt quite warm on my face at Downham Market where I met up with John Vigar. But by the time we got to Wisbech, barely ten minutes away, the shelf of cloud was coming in. We crossed the Nene into Cambridgeshire and headed out into the increasingly grim fen, the rain starting to spatter on the windscreen, to Newton-in-the-Isle.
I had made arrangements for the church to be open, although though ordinarily it is kept locked without a keyholder notice. We stepped out of the wind and rain into a vast, gloomy 14th Century barn of a church. The hexagonal 15th Century sandstone font was melting away. It felt like a symbol for what might well be a dying church, now only in use by its declining and elderly congregation. Despite the gloom of the nave there was an interesting and early restoration of the chancel with good 1850s glass by Heaton, Butler & Bayne, stencilled roof and the highest quality tiling. There is a dubious Hugh Easton window of the early 1930s in the north aisle.
In an antiquarian exercise, the rood loft was rebuilt in the 1890s, and is the most significant feature of the church. Iit was possible to go up - but it was very precipitous, I don't have a good head for heights, and it was much easier getting up than coming down again. The Hanoverian royal arms which previously fitted into the chancel arch are now reset above the tower arch. They are in poor condition, but it is hard to see that the parish will ever have either the money or motivation to repair them.
The church is close to its neighbours West Walton, Walpole St Peter and Leverington, but is very different in feel to those three. It is, I fear, not a church to lift the heart, if only that it feels very unused.
Outside, the wind and rain whipped across the bleak churchyard. We had met an old man in the churchyard who told us he's retired to the village from south London, and how much he loved it, but I couldn't imagine ever wanting to live in a place like this, or what effect it would have on me if I did. It was a relief to move on up through the lanes to the larger village of Tydd St Giles.
Just having a bit of fun here, showing Mars about to disappear behind the moon at the bottom, and reappearing again at the top.
It’s funny, Mars looks so much bigger in movies.
I'd love to tell you this was enhanced in Photoshop - but it wasn't. As a matter of fact, this was taken a few years ago on my old Canon ZR-10 camera... not exactly known for resolution or color range.
However, this was a great storm heading our way just as the sun was going down - the reason for the dramatic lighting.
It was a whopper.
Analog film shot with Mamiya Sekor DSX500 Camera and Pentax Takumar 55mm f2 M42 lens, agfa agfacolor film
From a hillside N. of Belmont, NE we spy BNSF coal loads and empties coming and going on this gorgeous 8-24-2008 day. Within ten minutes of the passing of these two trains, the wind blowing through the pine trees and the chirping of the birds was all that could be heard.
Storm Cloud over France illuminated by the setting sun.
Our flight home took us from Alghero Airport in northwest Sardinia past the west coast of Corsica and over France and southern Britain to Dublin. I got a window seat on the right hand side in the hope of getting some aerial shots of Corsica but due to a late departure , it was too dark to get anything useful. However, once we were at altitude we stayed in the sunset all the way to Dublin – I guess our northwesterly flight track took us towards the sun and towards longer day length and that meant we were able to keep up with the sun. Shooting through the average thick and scratched airplane window gives lots of dud but I liked this one.
This picture was really hard to scan, but I tried my best. It shows the coming soon sign for the Country Bears at Disneyland.
Scanned from the book Disneyland, Then now and forever (2006 Edition)
Two A Stock Trains pass each other in the cutting between Ruislip Manor and Eastcote on the Uxbridge Branch of the Met.
The typical railroad clutter can be seen as Ohio Central 6325 leads a southbound excursion train through Baltic, Ohio. (Scanned from a slide)
Scattata con Nokia Lumia 925 - Sistema: Windows Phone 8.1 Dev. Preview - Applicazione: Nokia Camera Beta 4.7 - Ritaglio: Nokia Creative Studio
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Sutlej River (Punjabi: ਸਤਲੁਜ, Sanskrit: सुटुद्रि Hindi: सतलुज also known as Satluj), is the longest of the five rivers that flow through the historic cross-road region known as the Punjab in northern India as well as Pakistan, and is located north of the Vindhya Range, south of the Hindu Kush segment of the Himalayas, and east of the Central Makran range in Pakistan. Its source is in Tibet near Mount Kailash, and its terminus in Pakistani Punjab near the port city of Karachi via the Indus.
It is the easternmost tributary river of the Indus River, which overall, drains the ancient and historically important region of Greater Punjab. Located in the shadow of the Vindhya range, the region to its south and east is arid and known in different regions as the Great Indian Desert or Thar Desert, which more or less parallels both the river and the border between Pakistan and Rajistan. Flowing generally south-southwest from its headwaters, the Sutlej River joins first with the Beas River in the state of Punjab, India and continues south-westerly into Pakistan to mix with the Chenab River, forming the Panjnad River south of ancient Multan. From the confluence near Khanpur, the Panjnad joins the Indus River at Mithankot, whereafter the large river flows through a gorge near Sukkur and flows through a fertile plains region known as the Sind until it reaches the Arabian Sea.
The Sutlej was known as Shatadru or Suṭudri to Indians in the Vedic period.
Sutlej Valley from Rampur ca. 1857
Sutlej Valley from Rampur ca. 1857
A heavy freight canal, known as the SLY (Sutlej-Yamuna Link), is being built eastwards through Punjab near an ancient caravan route and highlands pass from the Sutlej watershed to connect near the source of the largest tributary of the Ganges, the Yamuna river, and when complete will allow shipping from India's east coast to the west coast.