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I was navigating a complex series of catwalks through a beautiful building in downtown Tokyo. I got so busy looking around at all the amazing structures that I almost forgot to look down. Upon doing so, I saw this, or close to this... after a few minutes of walking around, I found a angle that seemed to make special poetic bits of my brain happy.
From Trey Ratcliff at www.stuckincustoms.com.
A coot leaves a wake as it swims along the River Lea Navigation, just to the east of Hackney Wick station.
A London Overground class 378 crosses above with a 'Mildmay' line service.
The freedom of sailing is palatable...looking at a chart and plotting out the day's journey is an extremely satisfying feeling. Even with GPS capabilities, a map provides so much more visual information and mixed with curiosity and adventure, the world is at hand. At least from a different perspective.
I thought I would hate this part of the sailing course; that it would be too difficult. Ha! I always surprise myself. Whenever I come up to a self placed limit and push through, another world opens up. Basically, I loved navigation and being the captain of my ship.....yar!
A Blue-Grey Gnatcatcher maneuvers the dew soaked cobwebs and fog in the early morning. www.peterbrannon.com
© 2012 Peter Brannon
The Underwater Project.
Documenting life below the surface.
© Mark Tipple / The Underwater Project
I can't think of a better combination. Miami sunset t-shirt, stash, and some 80's tunes jammin' on an old radio in the background.
A swimmer rises to the surface as the wave passes at Bronte Beach, Sydney.
What started as an idea to break into the editorial news industry quickly turned into a project of it's own.
In late 2009 I was looking for a way to bring light to the humanitarian projects I was working on as the reportage series wasn't receiving any interest from the media.
At the time I was working in a photo agency in Sydney sourcing photo essays to publications; through my personal interest in the field when I sent humanitarian articles from renowned photojournalist through the wire they were met with some interest, but usually the magazines opted for human interest (novelty) or celebrity content. I thought that if I could start an easily consumable series to raise my profile in the editorial realm, it would help when I sent my humanitarian work through the wires.
10 years ago after high school I spent a few years traveling around Australia in an old station wagon filming surfing, clutching to dreams of making it in the surf film industry that would facilitate my future of cruising around the world to exotic beaches filming perfect waves. While the surfing and conditions were what I wanted to be filming, the images always left me wanting more. After trying countless experiments of camera positions (helmet camera, board camera) and different places to film while in the water (pole extensions, different lenses), I still couldn't capture what I was seeing in my mind.
Fast forward to 2009 and after directing a film in Mexico on Shark Divers I had an underwater camera which we used to get closer to the sharks than our larger cameras physically could, upon returning to Sydney I started shooting surfing again, however this time from below. A month later I was shooting a small shorebreak and was caught inside by a large set, as I dove under I noticed a group of kids next to me. I turned the camera onto them and shot them as they contorted and struggled to avoid the wave above; surfacing I glanced at the lcd screen and the first Underwater Project image was there. Entitled 'Escape', to this day it's as close to the images that I was chasing a decade ago. Soon after I traveled to remote beaches in the South Australian desert with a good friend to work on the idea further; after 6 hours in the water we ended up with 4 images that made it to the final selection, a solid start to the series.
I continued the project into 2010 with the 'swimmers diving under waves' focus, while winter brought challenges of it's own with few swimmers and rough seas the series morphed into a survival amongst the elements focus. The first editorial send created a reception from the media that is still incredible. Published in a dozen countries and print sales ranging from Brazil to Korea, the response from the industry is more than I had imagined. As 2011 breaks I'm working to link the publicity of the underwater series with humanitarian causes, by collaborating with a core ocean founded organisation for fundraising and project showcasing I'm hoping the new series focus will facilitate my original intentions.
Navegant per el riu Ganges. Varanasi. India.
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On the evening of Good Friday, the 8th of April 1955, the Commanding Officer of RAAF 10 Squadron (Marine Reconnaissance), Wing Commander John (Bluey) Peter Costello MID received a telephone call from the superintendent of Townsville Hospital requesting that a RAAF aircraft be made available to transport a new-born baby to Brisbane for an urgent blood transfusion.
The standby aircraft was GAF Lincoln GR 31, A73-64, one of the last of the long-nosed versions to be delivered to the RAAF. Wing Commander Costello roused his crew from their homes and they gathered at RAAF Garbutt base to carry out their duties. WCDR Costello declined a plea from the duty pilot (now AVM (retired) Alan Read) who was present before take off for him to lead the flight instead of WCDR Costello. As crew to the commanding officer, each person was a senior officer in charge of his particular field of operation.
The co-pilot was Squadron Leader Charles Surtees Mason MBE, the unit's Engineering Officer. He was an experienced Lincoln co-pilot and had served with the RAAF in Malaya and had been decorated for bravery in rescuing members of the crew of a crashed aircraft. Number Ten Squadron's signals officer was Fight Lieutenant William George Stanley Cater who was to operate the aircraft's radio equipment on the flight. My father, Squadron Leader John (Jack) Watson Finlay was the Navigation officer of 10 Squadron. He had recently been promoted to the rank of Squadron Leader after completing an advanced navigation course with high graduation marks in England during 1953/1954. His task was to file the flight plan and navigate A73-64 to Brisbane, a flight expected to take about 4 hours. He had spent the evening working at home on plans for a forthcoming RAAF exercise and was about to retire for the night when the call came to report for duty.
RAAF superior officers required the crew to take along a civilian nurse or Doctor to tend the baby, Andrea Robyn Huxley. Sister Mafalda Stanis Gray had resigned her position at Townsville hospital on the Friday and took the opportunity to travel south to Brisbane while caring for the critically ill child. The aircraft took off normally at 12:30am and the flight proceeded at relatively low altitude in order to accommodate the requirements of warmth and comfort for the baby. An oxygen bottle was strapped to the aircraft in front of the pilot's position in order to provide her with her needs in
the nose of the Lincoln. The weather was fine at the beginning of the flight but conditions deteriorated until late in the trip, at about 4 am, the Lincoln was flying in cloud. Brisbane air traffic control last heard from the pilot at 4:00 am when he advised that he was landing in 10 minutes. He was given clearance to descend to 5,000 and thence to 4,000 feet. At 9.23 am, a searching RAAF Canberra reported sighting wreckage of a Lincoln in the vicinity of Mount Superbus in South Eastern Queensland, almost on the border of New South Wales.
At 9:35 the Canberra confirmed that the Lincoln was at position 28 0 12'S 152 0 23E on the western slope of the mountain, the highest point in the whole South East Queensland area. Some 5 hours later a ground party of civilians from Emu Vale near Warwick reached the crash site and found that there were no survivors. One of the crew had been ejected from the crashing aircraft either during the initial impact or by the force of the subsequent explosions. His body was found suspended in a tree. Another crew member was found forward of the main wreckage, brutally disfigured but virtually untouched by the fires which followed the collision with the solid granite of Mount Superbus. All other occupants were almost completely incinerated when the fuel tanks containing several hours’ flight capacity blew up some 12 minutes after impact. The Merlin-engined aircraft was heavily damaged with the complete section of the fuselage forward of the wings reduced to a molten mass of aluminium. Only the throttle quadrant stood erect with all power levers fully forward, suggesting that the pilot had seen the slope ahead through the cloud and rain. In a vain attempt to lift his aircraft over the last remaining 200 feet of ground, the pilot prevented the nose from concertinaing into the slope and the Lincoln "splurged" through the trees, still with enough force at about 180 Knots to rip it apart.
In the Brisbane Sunday Mail of the 10th of April 1955 featured the crash and a picture which showed the Lincoln remains on Mount Superbus with Wilson's Peak and Mount Lindesay in the background. Bushwalkers in the area at Easter in 1955 had heard the sound of the aircraft flying low and the subsequent impact in the early hours of the Saturday morning and how they and others had braved flooded creeks to reach the crash site in the vain hope of helping survivors. Although there were logging tracks to the Superbus region, the area was heavily timbered and it was very difficult for the searchers to know where the Lincoln lay. A second RAAF Lincoln, one of two which joined in the search for -64, circled the crashed aircraft to aid the walkers and at 2.24pm the crew saw the first rescuers reach the crash site after scrambling up muddy, 60o slopes. The ground party found that none of the crew or passengers had survived the crash. Later, a RAAF party of men reached the scene and on the following day, they carried the remains of the occupants down the mountain and on to Brisbane and Townsville for burial.
It would appear that this engine has been moved to its present position by people trying to carry it away for a souvenir, for it is nearly a kilometre from the site of the remainder of the wreckage.
The remains of A73-64 constitute the bulk of Lincoln parts still in existence in Australia. Only the cockpit section of A73-27 is preserved at the Camden Air Museum. Harold Thomas, owner of the museum worked at the Chullora railway yards where the cockpit sections of Lincolns were manufactured. He was able to save his specimen from total destruction after the aircraft was used as a fire-fighting unit at Mascot on the site of the present international air terminal. Harold also has a control column and a full set of instruments which he plans to install in the refurbished cockpit. The letter items came home to roost in their original position after a chap, whose sons had removed these items from the aircraft as lads, decided to donate them to Harold Thomas.
A tyre and wheel from a Lincoln is preserved somewhere in Victoria while Harold Thomas received a full set of cockpit Plexiglas still in its original container from a friend in Queensland. It is said that a propeller and part of a rudder of A73-64 are on display at Caboolture Aviation Museum but my visit there on 24th March 2005 did not reveal any parts from that particular aircraft.
Source: Edited from “Mercy Flight to Disaster” by Peter Finlay.
both opening prompt and vanishing point for these mostly gestural ink paintings is a quote from artist Alok Hsu Kwang-han –
“the emptiness of the self is the one who can move through the broken heart of the world and feel at home”
the initial impulse to allow the intuition of the moment to guide the brush strokes, as portraits of energy or presencing; a kind of witnessing without accumulation or interference, attunement to murmurations; while occasionally more representational images emerge – as well, entendering – and in the spirit of the initial quotation, everything belongs
Nikon F4
Nikkor 24-70 1/125 @ f11
Svema 125 from the Film Photography Project
Edited in NIK Color Efex Pro 4
Grimsby Town to Bridlington
Harry Needle Class 20, 20311
Calder Grove, Wakefield
6th December 2019
(iPhone Foto)
My sister & her boyfriend like to hang out on the boat naked (or mostly naked). I myself kept my clothes on but I could really care less if they don't. Jeremy enjoys a smoke and cracks us up with his skills on the tiller.
bahahaaaaa
circumnavigating Sucia Island in the San Juan Islands of Washington
I had just met my seat mate and he was waiting to see if the seat on the other side of him remained free so he could spread out and put an empty seat between us. Then someone on crutches slowly navigated down the aisle. A quiet and polite air about him. He may not have needed help, but he humbly accepted it when folks offered to put his crutches or bag up. Sporting an army shirt, signal corp hat, and artificial legs emblazoned with the American flag; he seemed to have close ties to America. My seatmate asked him whether he was a vet and then proceeded to thank him for his service. He humbly accepted the compliment. Shortly thereafter a phrase I heard him repeat, "Life is Good" came up. Meet Johnnie.
The more we talked to Johnnie the more we were in awe. An unassuming gentleman who had been traveling the world and taking part in the Valor Games. He was coming to OKC to train. His favorite sports were archery, shot put, and discus; though he participated in more. One of his current goals was to work on his bench press. Already pressing 358lbs and looking to press 375lbs!
I asked him about his legs as they were quite decorated and even the tops were too. Their look was very customisable. He mentioned they had computers in them. I didn't even know they had such technology! USB ports in each could be used for upgrades and troubleshooting. He said they were old tech and that there are more sophisticated ones these days. These were walking legs, but he had several sets for different sports.
During the flight the engine noise made conversation difficult. My seatmate was not the talking sort and retreated into his earbuds and I thought it rude to lean around him to talk with Johnnie some more, so we each sat through the flight. When we landed we all joined in conversation again and both me and my seat mate gladly waited for the seat to deplane. We were in no hurry and it was a great opportunity to learn from this man.
Johnnie said this was his last year as a competitor in the games and then he had to retire from them. 'Surely you are not too old', both my seatmate and I were thinking. We were informed that 71 was the last year he could play. Next year he would make the move to trainer, but he intended to still be associated with them.
71 and he was still doing sports like a champion? Traveling the world? Bench pressing more than I could ever even imagine? Yes. Something he said to us earlier in our talk came back to my mind, 'you can either watch life or participate'. When his legs were taken from him by a rocket blast he did not stop living.
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Day 14
Today is my Birthday.
After photographing sunrise beneath Mt. Humphreys I started towards Desolation Lake and Puppet pass. I navigated my way up, down , around, over and through rolling tundra covered with a maze of grassy hills and rocky outcroppings. I aimed to stay high without dropping down as much as I could, to avoid having to climb back up. Finally I topped a large steep hill and got my first glimpse of Desolation Lake (11375), The largest lake I have seen so far, the blue waters shimmering with sun glint. I spied an orange speck resting on the closest shoreline that I figured must be a tent. Aiming for that I continued to the lake. The orange speck was a tent, the closer I got the more tents I saw. This looks like the spot where the Sierra Club group, that I hiked with yesterday, set up camp. By the time I reached it they had abandoned it for the day while they went to climb Pilot Knob.
The wind had picked up and was blowing strong now as the hilly terrain I was navigating before opened up and gave way to the massive lake, with whitecaps breaking all across its surface. Passing through the abandoned camp (it covered a wide area) I made my way to the outflow of the lake, then rock-hopped to the other side. From there I made my way to Mesa Lake. Here I meet a hunter with a bow, he was looking for deer. Today, I found out, is also the first day of deer season for bow hunting. After a short conversation he headed up the creek to Wedge Lake and I continued around the northeast shore of Mesa Lake.
Then came the first real climb of the day. I followed a mostly grassy path between two steep, rocky slopes up to the top of puppet pass (12080). At the top I was greeted by a cairn, a rock tower constructed by mountaineers many decades earlier. There I dropped pack and rested, taking in the view. Layed out before me were numerous lakes, oasis’s of blue amongst the gray and white rocks and dry yellow grasses that dominated the landscape. In front of me to the north lay Puppet Lake (11230), the lake I plan on staying at tonight, and Roget Lake, with Merriam Peak (13103) towering over them from the other side of French Canyon. Behind me in the direction I had just come from lay Desolation lake, mostly covered with a hill, and Mesa Lake , which I had just passed, and now Tomahawk lake joined them, with Mt. Goethe (13264), Muriel Peak (12937) and the Glacier Divide rising beyond Humphreys Basin to the south. The jagged ridgeline of Mt. Humphreys scratching the sky to the east, marking the eastern edge of this section of the High Sierra, beyond its jagged ridgeline the grand Sierra Nevada drops down into the desert and the town of Bishop.
After eating a snack I scouted out ahead without my pack to see how the other side of Puppet pass looked. The north side of the pass looked too steep with too much talus and scree. There was no way I way going to go down it, at least not at that spot. So I walked northeast along the ridge and looked for a better, less steep route down. From here I could see more blue lakes joining the view with puppet lake. Blanc Lake, Lorraine Lake, Paris Lake and Alsace Lake.
After finding a route that I liked better I went back for my pack and made my way down rock slabs. At a few spots it got a little nerve racking when I came to a drop off where I had to throw my hiking poles down first then carefully and slowly climb down using all four limbs. I had to double-back a few times because there was no possible way to continue. Eventually I reached the bottom and Puppet Lake. I found an ok spot, dropped my pack and figured I'd spend the night here.
After a nap, I awoke to large cumulus clouds beginning to fill the sky. I explored the area looking for a good spot to photograph sunset and rise from. I didn’t like any of my options. So I walked in the direction of Moon lake to see what options I had there. It looked more interesting. I went back for my pack and discovered about six blue berries growing next to it. After eating those I hiked over to moon lake, navigated down a cliff, around the eastern shore and saw some awesome spots for photography. I found a good spot to camp and decided to spend the night here.
The clouds had now filled the entire sky. Rain began gently falling and I heard a few distant rumblings of thunder. The majority of the storm was to the northwest. After the rain passed I set up my tent with the rain-fly this time, then began taking pictures. The mosquitoes came out, making photographing not much fun. I decided to call it quits and I headed back to my tent. Surprisingly there weren't any mosquitoes here, they were all down by the lake. More, heavier rain moved in and I crawled into my tent to take shelter. The rain sputtered on and off between gusts of wind that shook my tent and a few more distant rumbles of thunder echoed around the lake basin. As it grew darker the rain tapered off again and I was left with just the wind.
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Taken with Sigma 150mm F/2.8 Macro.
My review of this lens: here.
Canadian Musuem For Human Rights - Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada.
I love all the angles and play of light and shadow with these backlit glowing alabaster rampways (of which there is about a full kilometre to navigate).
Redd navigated the O-Line independently for quite some time before this
Photo taken at Smithsonian's National Zoo, Washington DC
Ce gros bateau cargo donne l'impression de naviguer sur la terre alors qu'il circule lentement sur le Fleuve St-Laurent à la hauteur de Ste-Anne de Sorel. (Québec)
Heres a view of the navigating house on board the Mauretania.
The Mauretania was built by the shipbuilders Swan Hunter and Wigham Richardson Ltd, at the Wallsend shipyard and was one of the most famous ships ever built on Tyneside.
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