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Explosión y derrumbe de edificio en calle Salta al 2100 de la ciudad de Rosario, Argentina, acontecido el 06/08/2013 /// Explosion and building collapse in Rosario, Argentine, on August 6, 2013
Repeating the experiment with hot water, citric acid, and baking soda. It bubbles over and over and over!
Another shot courtesy of Flickr user m20wc51, also taken by Major C.B. White, this one of an explosion of some kind. Not sure if this means that the men and machines we can see on the valley floor to the left are actually under serious attack or not. The original shot can be found here , for purposes of comparison. Since the Major seemed to in the Heongseong area when many of the shots were taken, perhaps this too, is in the same general area.
Incidentally, this looks a bit too large for a single shellburst, so if any military viewers can add some actual facts to the discussion, that would be much appreciated.
This shot had a fine layer of dirt which I mostly removed by using automated dust-busting. I also increased the pixel count by about a third to assist with colour and contrast transitions.
Explosión y derrumbe de edificio en calle Salta al 2100 de la ciudad de Rosario, Argentina, acontecido el 06/08/2013 /// Explosion and building collapse in Rosario, Argentine, on August 6, 2013
Massive thanks to Wayne, Valley Video for this dramatic photo, he is a fellow member of Rossendale Online
Explosión y derrumbe de edificio en calle Salta al 2100 de la ciudad de Rosario, Argentina, acontecido el 06/08/2013 /// Explosion and building collapse in Rosario, Argentine, on August 6, 2013
A minimalist long exposure attempt I took from the back of the Newcastle Ocean Baths the other morning.
After being woken by our dog at 4am - I noticed some potential in the overhead sky - some scattered clouds that I hoped would hang around for sunrise.
Turned out that my hopes were fulfilled - perfect opportunity to experiment with the LE's (especially after I managed to break my Lee Proglass filter (ouch!!) ).
Hope you are all having a great weekend!
Techs: Canon 7D + Tokina 11-16 @ 14mm. 92 secs at f11 ISO100.
Lee Big Stopper used.
Reventador explosiones.
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una explosión de color. la vibración de los rayos no sé si es natural o es la poca estabilidad de mi mano.
(L to R: Dick, Russ, Bob)
Hot lunches! - Yaay!
Hot office! - Boo!
Hot lunches! - Yaay!
Hot field work! - Boo!
Hot Lunches! - Yaay!
Hot bunks at night! - Boo!
Hot lunches! - Yaay!
Cold showers? - Boo!
The explosive ordinance disposal (EOD) guys are blasting away early today down by the Tigris River behind the Palace. Perhaps because my mind is primed by the early morning explosions, at breakfast this morning I’m thinking that the Palace is far enough away from any nonmilitary vehicle access that we don’t have to worry about a car or truck bomber. I recall what had happened to the US Marines in Lebanon some years back. Not a pleasant thought to start your day, but there it is.
The heat is unrelenting now, even at night it’s staying above 100 degrees F. (37 degrees C) The office has a fan to move the hot air around but it’s been up to 110 degrees F (43 degrees C) in the room. We’re lucky that our office faces north so the direct sun doesn’t come in. Offices with a western exposure are particularly bad.
I’m determined to stay hydrated. I always have a bottle of water with me and I drink at least three liters a day, plus some juice, milk, and in the morning, coffee. The Major has warned us,
“If you can see color in your pee, you’re not drinking enough.”
Well said.
The other guys and gal and I talk about our work so far. Our first building assessment report, the Finance Ministry, runs to over ten typed pages; to include an over all description of the facility and a detailed discussion of the major systems and needs to include structural, electrical, heating-ventilation-air conditioning, plumbing, and miscellaneous windows, doors, and general interior. We included a cost estimate, schedule for reconstruction, hazardous materials impacts and concerns, photographs, and a map of the location.
Our intention is to use this first report as a guide for all of our work to follow, considering how much time it took us to produce this first product. We have not received any guidance as to what the report requirements are within the Organization for Reconstruction and Humanitarian Assistance (ORHA) organization. The Major appears to be anticipating a requirement and obviously wishes to exceed this unknown.
The draft reports for our next two assessments utilized the first as a template to expedite the process. The Major responds by directing us to “be creative” with the reports and not “cut and paste” from the first product as to form and organization.
This causes some real friction between the team and the Major. Russ pointedly notes,
“The Major is saying, I didn’t say what were you thinking, I said why were you thinking?”
As a group we are incredulous. “Be creative?” We’re in a combat zone, Iraq has gone to hell-in-a-hand-basket and now we’re to “be creative” with our reports? Is this to make the Major look good on her next U.S. Army performance evaluation? What about the mission at hand? Our grunt-level goal is to get the job done with a quality product; uniformity being a plus for whoever is reviewing and hopefully acting on our documents.
As we leave breakfast, we collectively sigh and vow to be “more creative”.
A DSN telephone line has been added to our office. DSN stands for “Defense Switched Network”, a private-line telephone network for the U.S. Department of Defense (DoD). The value of this for me is personal. I can call an operator on a military base near my home and have them connect me through to my wife, Sylvia. The only question from the operator is,
“Where are you calling from?”
“Baghdad”, is all that I say.
He will then tell me of the ten-minute maximum rule, which I ignore, and I’m patched through. In addition to e-mail access, this is a major morale booster for me.
I call early in the morning, before we open the office at 7 A.M. That works out well as it’s early in the evening back home. The Major locks up the office at night after the secure video conference but leaves our only door key “hidden” just outside for the rest of the team. This morning the key wasn’t there. I was pissed off and hurt.
When the Major showed up I tore into her.
“Being able to call my wife is the only thing keeping me going”, I say.
The Major responded that she just forgot to hide the key last night. I felt a bit foolish making a scene, but it was a genuine reflection on the stress we all are under. I have a photograph of Sylvia with me, but I can’t bear to look at it. I miss her too much. The second anniversary of our wedding is coming up shortly, and I’ll be in Baghdad, of all places.
(While I can call home from the office, I can’t call down the street to the Army Civil Affairs folks we’re working with, one kilometer away. They don’t have DSN, but radio and satellite phone capability, none of which we have. As usual, “Everything is hard in Baghdad”.)
May 14, 2003
Our team is all dressed up in our “battle gear” to go out this morning at 8:45. When we walk out in front of the Palace to the rendezvous point for all transportation needs, the Major is already there and chastises us,
“It’s 8:48. You’re three minutes late”.
At 9:20 the M.P. (Military Police) says, to those that have not already been assigned to a humvee convoy,
“If you’re still here, you’re not going”.
The Major immediately checks with the M.P. and then marches herself back into the Palace and the Transportation Coordination Office just inside. She quickly returns and sends us back into the office to work on our reports. Apparently, our mission today didn’t have priority. It seems like they “over book” these requests or the soldiers and equipment that they expected last night wasn’t ready after all.
Several days later the friction between the Major and we, her civilian charges, boils over. The Major was questioning some of the hours we included in our latest time sheets for our payroll folks back home,
“Just because you’re in the office doesn’t mean that you’re working”.
As a team, we jumped on that remark like a “chicken on a June bug”. Wisely, the Major calls us all outside to the open grounds of the Palace, “to talk”.
The Major faces us and says,
“I expected this to happen, just not so soon. The troops are always complaining. If they’re not, something’s wrong.”
We question the length and “creative” requirements of our reports. We question her motivation. Are we being used to make her look good? In an increasingly familiar way, the Major will not back down from her position. Like the soldier that she is, she will fight.
“We’re falling behind”, she exclaims.
“No”, I say. “We’re going out too much if this is what’s expected”.
“Ma’am”, I say, “I’m 52 years old. I can give you 7-days a week, 12-hours a day. That’s all. If I’m to finish my four-month tour, I can’t do more than that. If that’s not good enough, find somebody else”.
As I get ready to walk away I spit out,
“And Colonel Held is asking”.
The Major freezes at that. Colonel Held is her direct superior. He said some uncomplimentary things about the Major in front of her and us while we were in Kuwait.
“He didn’t ask me”, she calmly replies.
“Well, he asked us”, I respond and turn and leave, behind most of the team.
The Major needs someone to argue with, and that leaves only Russ. Russ is too smart to get trapped like that and he quickly breaks off the “conversation” and heads back into the office.
We don’t envy the Major. We’re not the easiest group to manage; too much thinking going on. There must be little that is more frustrating for a military officer than to be in “command” of a team of civilians. The term, “herding cats” just doesn’t do it justice.
Explosión y derrumbe de edificio en calle Salta al 2100 de la ciudad de Rosario, Argentina, acontecido el 06/08/2013 /// Explosion and building collapse in Rosario, Argentine, on August 6, 2013
A Meth Lab exploded in this nasty old boat house down the river. I actually used to think the place had potential until this happened.
[...] As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world [...]
-- Quote by Boris Pasternak (Russian poet, 1890-1960)
Nikon D70, Tokina 28-70 f/2.8, 70mm - f/14 - 1/100s
Rome, Italy (November, 2007)
Explosión y derrumbe de edificio en calle Salta al 2100 de la ciudad de Rosario, Argentina, acontecido el 06/08/2013 /// Explosion and building collapse in Rosario, Argentine, on August 6, 2013