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Mayako Nakamura Solo show
"One equals two equals one"
Gallery Hinoki BC / Kyobashi, Tokyo
2011.10.17-22
中村 眞弥子 展 ふたごの部屋
ギャラリー檜BC / 京橋
2011.10.17-22
ふたつがひとつ。ひとつがふたつ。
ふたごの部屋で
ふつうではないけれど、ふつうなことを。
ふしぎではないけれど、ふしぎなことを。
そっと、感じてみたい。そっと、感じていたい。
one of the really quick grass shots I did for a killer duo. They are called One Whole Year and within an extremely short amount of time have managed to produce an EP. Look for their music soon!
Also I finally upgraded my ebay V2 triggers to cybersyncs. Flashes are about to get a hell of a lot more reliable.
strobist:
Canon 430ex camera left shot down bare.
Vivitar 285HV bare camera right show down
sunshine overhead.
"I don't know
I don't know which side I'm on
I don't know my right from left
Or my right from wrong
Say I'm a fool
You say I'm not for you
But if I'm a fool for you
Oh, that's something
Two hearts beat as one
Two hearts beat as one
Two hearts...
Can't stop the dance
Honey, this is my last chance
I said, can't stop the dance
Maybe this is my last chance
Two hearts beat as one
Two hearts beat as one
Two hearts...
They beat on black, beat on white
Beat on everything don't get it right
Beat on you, beat on me, beat on love
I don't know
How to say what's got to be said
I don't know if it's black or white
There's others see it red
I don't get the answers right
I'll leave that to you
Is this love out of fashion
Or is it the time of year
Are these words distraction
To the words you want to hear
Two hearts beat as one
Two hearts beat as one
I try to spit it out
I try to explain
The way I feel
Oh, yeah
Two hearts
I can't stop the dance
Maybe this is my last chance
I said I can't stop the dance
Maybe this is my last chance
I said don't stop the dance
Maybe this is my last chance
I said I can't stop the dance
Maybe this is our last chance
I said don't stop the dance
Maybe this is our last chance"
[U2 - Two Hearts Beat As One]
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"I can't eat just ONE " OREO cookie!!!
I love Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies and Mint Oreos!!!
Can you?
And, I will have to admit, I can't eat just one Lay's potato chip or just nacho flavored Doritos.
Just like in the the study with rats, the pleasure portion of my brain say's,'don't quit' while that little health conscience angel sitting on my shoulder is yelling,"STOP! Quit! Don't even eat one!"
"A new and published study suggests the brain responds to Oreo cookies quite like it responds to actual drugs – at least if you’re a rat. The “pleasure center” of the brain, the nucleus accumbens, apparently gets just as activated in response to Oreos as it does to cocaine and morphine, which could actually have some major public health implications. While the study was done in rats, the authors say it’s likely relevant to humans as well, and could explain why people have such a hard time resisting eating an entire sleeve of the cookies. The study, which will be presented at the Society for Neuroscience’s annual conference next month, also made another discovery: Rats, like humans, like to eat Oreo’s creamy center first."
www.forbes.com/sites/alicegwalton/2013/10/16/why-your-bra...
Taken in summer when the Umbeliiferae were in bloom. Common Nettle-tap micro moth (Anthophila fabriciana). See you in a couple of weeks, as off to try for some sun!
These pictures are dedicated to my “make-up” day that I stole from southern Gansu earlier in the week. As mentioned in the Singing Sand post, I was having breakfast at Charley Johng’s on Wednesday morning and talking with the owner who recommended this day trip.
It started at 8:00 a.m. on a coach that picked me up outside her restaurant (before proceeding to a hotel to fill out the rest of the 45 seats). I wasn’t the only foreigner, but I was the only one who didn’t look Chinese (or speak fluent Mandarin). I met some friendly Chinese who were living in Vancouver, and some Hong Kong folks (who are Chinese, but they most certainly distinguish from mainlanders…and most foreigners understand why).
So, off we went on our sojourn with six or seven stops. We drove west through the aforementioned “real” Dunhuang for about 15-20 minutes before the mountains and desert landscape began to resume control.
Our first stop, less than half an hour out of town, was “Old Dunhuang.” Really, they mean to say, “Old Fake Dunhuang,” but I jest. It’s…an area that shoots as a television studio when someone wants to shoot things that look like the Old West, Chinese style. For the bargain price of 40 RMB (about $7 in the current market on 1/10/16), you get to wander around this fairly decent-sized fake fort with fake everything inside…and a random prop fighter jet inside…and, outside, the backdrop of both mountainous sand dunes and snow-capped mountains off in the distance. All in all, it was a rather unique setting – at least one I’d never experienced before.
After 40 minutes there (not 35, not 45, but 40…per Mr. Coach Driver), we all climbed back aboard and headed a little farther west to what I think they call the “Western Caves.” This is a repository of Buddhist art in grottoes west of town, but since the world-famous Mogao Grottoes are nearby (and also in my personal plan for tomorrow morning), I didn’t feel particularly inspired to spend the very cheap and fair price of 15 RMB to see a few pieces of art. In retrospect, perhaps I should have, but who knows? I may be back this way again someday. I did spend my time at the Western Caves enjoying the panoramic view of the same snow-capped mountains and desert from Old Dunhuang with the juxtaposition of this particular oasis (which is apparently why this grotto/temple was built here in the first place).
A few minutes later, we kept making our way west towards Xinjiang. At some point just west of Dunhuang, the old Silk Road split into a northern and southern route. One of the first mountain passes (and forts, where we were heading) along the southern route is Yangguan Pass 70 km. southwest of Dunhuang. It was built in the 1st century AD during the Western Han Dynasty. This place was particularly enjoyable for me. Having been to quite a few sections of the Great Wall (and very much looking forward to the westernmost terminal of the Ming Dynasty Great Wall here in Gansu a few days later), I’m very much accustomed to these historical reproductions…and really love when I find some “real” history; the authentic walls and posts, though 500 years later, are just weather-worn rock.
Yangguan had a very nice mix of both the fake and the real. For 60 RMB (roughly $9), we had access to the completely remade fort with its bastions, gift shops, museum (a very nice one, admittedly), and what not. Out the back of the fort, and about a mile in the distance on a hill, is the original: one of the watchtowers that helped guard travelers for centuries along the Silk Road. To get there, you can walk, take golf carts on steroids (the kind you find at zoos that carry about 12-15 people), or rent a horse. Since I’d ridden a camel the day before and have ridden horses quite a few times, I went the lazy way…and got chauffeured up the hill. The watchtower itself is fenced off – and rightfully so – but, right next to it is a fantastic place to take in the surrounding landscape, with views of the mountains about 50 kilometers off. After a delightful two hours or so at Yangguan, we had lunch as a group at a Chinese restaurant near the fort. (It’s fun to eat with Chinese; the whole table of six, eight, or ten people just order random dishes of food. Everyone gets a bowl of rice then it’s a mini-buffet with your chopsticks from then on out.)
After being well-fed for about $3, we boarded the iron stallion and headed back down to the main road, then back east about 5 kilometers to the only road that turned off this western highway. The only point, it seems, of this side road is to go to Jade Pass (which follows the northern route of the Silk Road about 30 km down and, beyond that another 70-80 kilometers, it ends at Yadan National Park.
First stop down the über-long spur road: Jade Pass, 90 km WNW of Dunhuang. To get there, all vehicles have to pass through a random checkpoint about 20 minutes down the road. Aside from that, it almost feels like you leave planet earth. I have never seen a flatter, more desolate landscape anywhere in my life. I almost imagine it’s what the lunar surface would feel like, with the exception of having a different atmosphere, gravitational pull, and what have you. Anyway, you catch my drift…
Jade Pass is beautiful landscape, minus the fort that you find at Yangguan Pass. The watchtower is in much better shape than those you find at Yangguan. But, unlike Yangguan, where they take better care of the watchtowers, over here at Jade Pass, you find plenty of pea-brained tourists ignoring signs (and fences) and climbing all over the watchtower as if it were a jungle gym. It’s times like these that it’s probably good my Mandarin is so poor. I would probably manage to somehow get myself deported, ironically, for yelling at idiots when I’m frustrated that they have no concept of conserving their own heritage. Running away from idiots as quickly as possible, I snapped a few pictures of the scenery…where more buffoons were blatantly ignoring signs and going where they oughtn’t. So, I cut my time at Jade Pass short and returned to the bus, which was waiting next to what looked to be a promising museum that we didn’t have the time to visit. We were apparently on a pretty tight schedule now.
Boarding the bus, we went a whole five minutes farther north for a stop to see the Han Dynasty Great Wall. Now, a few things to know. When people mention the “Great Wall” of China, it’s actually a series of walls that form a patchwork length that crosses from Shanhaiguan at the eastern terminal (ending famously in the sea), though there is a section in Liaoning province called Hushan that borders North Korea that I’ve been to and claims that it is the rightful eastern terminus of the wall. The western terminus of that wall is nearby (relatively speaking) at Jiayuguan here in Gansu province. The whole patchwork nature of that wall is emphasized by sections like Hushan. I only mention it now because the Great Wall of China refers to the Ming Dynasty wall…mostly built between 1368-1644 (with some sections marginally older, like Juyongguan, which dates to the Yuan Dynasty, immediately before the Ming).
The Han Dynasty wall out here dates to the original dynasty of China…in the 3rd century BC. So the wall here, while not as impressive as the rebuilt Ming sections of the wall in terms of visual appearance floored me because it’s original and almost 2,500 years old. The way the wall here was built (mud, adobe, etc.) is completely different than the Ming wall that came 1,500 years later. It’s shorter – in length (obviously) and height, but much longer in history. There is so little of this wall left here, though, that it would never be worth visiting on its own…or possible. Ten to fifteen minutes here is more than enough to get the “wall experience.”
From there, we were on to the ultimate destination of the day: Yadan National Park. I also discovered the reason we were on such a tight schedule. Yadan National Park is a very large park. Though this is lost in translation, I think the Chinese market it as sort of an “out of this world” experience, though I could be way off base. In reality, this used to be a seabed tens of thousands of years ago and the rock formations that are left here are the remnants of harder rocks that didn’t erode as quickly over time…which gives this park its current appearance.
Yadan National Park is strictly controlled. Admission was 150 or 180 RMB from what I recall (no more than $30) and, like Jiuzhaigou in Sichuan, getting around the park is tightly controlled. (You have to take park-controlled buses from point to point, though at the various points, you can go out and explore the area.)
The landscape at this park, as mentioned, is quite unique. For anyone who has seen Chinese movies (Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, for example, or Zhang Yimou’s Hero), the landscape will be familiar. The “far west” scenes in those movies were filmed near here in areas with identical landscapes. (I’m about 90% Hero’s western landscape was filmed just over the provincial border in Xinjiang. Crouching Tiger’s…I’m much less certain.)
After a few stops, we found that we were out in the middle of this out-of-this-world ghost city (Chinese definitely like to call these ghost cities) for a stunning sunset. After staying around for sunset for 30-45 minutes, we finally headed back to the visitor center and then boarded our own coach for the long, flat, 2-3 hour ride back to Dunhuang, where I gladly spent my last night in the nameless hotel before starting Friday’s slow trip back towards Lanzhou. Before bidding farewell to Dunhuang, though, Friday morning had an incredible trip – mostly unphotographed (as photography is forbidden and I tend to follow rules when traveling) of the Mogao Grottoes. More to come…
As usual, I hope you enjoy the pictures. Please feel free to leave any comments, questions, or suggestions.
One more time for the good times
That far out weigh the bad
One more time for the good times
When love was all we had
I'm going way down south to Baton Rouge
Well, I'll just close the door
And turn out all the lights
And all the images dance by
Of folks and friends who lie
Back home where things are slow
And easy going
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This had been from one of my shoots in a grave yard. I was at first skeptical about it, but they ended up not looking creepy at all.
There is to much technology in todays world and I can definitely be blamed for it. I spend countless hours editing+ I am a full time insurance agent and spend 7 hours a day on the computer... So for my new years resolution I am going read more... There is just somthing about old books.
Hope you like it.
One of the many ways of riding on the relaxing bike lanes of Copenhagen.
Copenhagenize - Copenhagen Bike Culture Blog
Plovers
Deux Pluviers argentés derrière un Pluvier bronzé. / Two Black-bellied Plovers behind an American Golden Plover.
Une comparaison facile des deux espèces ! / An easy comparison between these two species !
Seen at the bar at Silverton Casino.
Don't order a beer from the blue tap :)
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Spring Break 2014 Day 12: Last day. Goofing around, then flying home.
The Coast Guard Academy welcomed 284 men and women into the Class of 2023 for Day One of Swab Summer, July 1, 2019.
Day One marks the traditional start of Swab Summer, an intense eight-week training program designed to transform civilian students into military members ready to accept the challenges that await them in their pursuit to become Coast Guard officers.
U.S. Coast Guard photos by Petty Officer 2nd Class Lauren Laughlin
i like how these two sisters are interacting in this blurry scene. play acting yet not clear whether they are happy or upset. a family christmas can have many feelings.
Shirt>>Men's XL shirt found in trash made smaller and sleeveless
Belt>>Mom's waitressing days
Pants>>??
Boots>>Doc's found in a completely different trash pile
Point of Fashion>>Hourglass to the max
Current Obsession>>Trash day in a good neighborhood
Pauli "pocket" with a one foot table top @ our homespot in austria
strobist info: sb 26 rigth and left to te rider
This is a part of big park where one of my friends live nearby. It is so big that we 'd better go around here by bike, not walking.
葛飾区に住んでいる友達の家の近くにこの公園があります。キャンプやBBQもできるそうです。歩いて回るには広すぎます。自転車を借りて回った方がいいでしょう。
Ricoh GR
All Saints, Laxfield, Suffolk
Laxfield is a large, relatively remote village, and its church has a surprisingly urban setting, with its railings onto the wide main street, the shop on one side, the pub on the other, and the former guildhall opposite. This could easily be a quiet part of a former medieval city, Norwich or Bristol, perhaps. That Laxfield is very much off the beaten track makes it doubly surprising. Unusually in Suffolk the tower is faced in stone, the knapped flint has been used only sparingly. It is reminiscent of Eye, and Sam Mortlock thought his might be because Eye priory held the living here, although, as Simon Cotton has pointed out, this tower is a little older than Eye's. Redenhall church in Norfolk is another similar tower which is called to mind, and it seems likely the same masons were involved in all three. Shields of the Wingfields bear witness to the involvement of that most influential of families in this part of Suffolk. The nave is perhaps the work of a century earlier than the tower, and the disappointingly dumpy porch is a result of the removal of the upper storey some time after the Reformation.
As if the stonework of the tower were not singular enough, the rebuilding of the east end of the nave and of the entire chancel was carried out in white brick in the 1820s. This is too early for the influence of the Liturgical Movement of that century to have insisted on the proper medieval materials, but it is attractive in its way.
William Dowsing, the great iconoclast, was born in Laxfield, and retained his family house and land here, but he spent most of his time at his other houses in Baylham and Stratford in the south of the county. Interestingly, the visit to Laxfield church to check it for Catholic imagery that is recorded in his journal on Wednesday, 17 July 1644 was in isolation from the rest of his tour around Suffolk and Cambridgeshire's churches. This suggests that he was already in the area for other reasons, perhaps connected with collecting rents on land he owned in the parish.
Dowsing found rather more at Laxfield to disapprove of than he had in many churches elsewhere. There were angels and crosses on the roof and porch, images in stained glass, possibly a stone carving or two, possibly two bench ends of evangelistic symbols, and brass inscriptions indicative of Catholic practice. He also ordered the chancel steps to be levelled. These had been recently uplifted as part of the Laudian reforms, which the Puritans thought suspiciously Catholic. Laud would be beheaded six months after Dowsing's visit here. Dowsing entrusted the work here to his nephew in the village, also called William Dowsing, one of numerous Dowsings in 17th Century Laxfield, and there is still a Dowsing Farm in the neighbourhood. The younger William and his wife Sybil are buried under ledger stones in the church.
Dowsing is often accused of being solely responsible for the wrecking of Suffolk's churches, which, quite plainly, he wasn't. The great holocaust of Suffolk church interiors had been carried out a century earlier, by Anglican vandals in the last years of Henry VIII, and under the thankfully brief fundamentalist regime of the boy-king Edward VI. This was when altars and statues were smashed, rood-lofts and images torn down, vestments and mass-books thrown on to bonfires, gold and silver plate looted and melted down. Much of this was likely to have been carried out by mobs in a drunken frenzy. Dowsing's was a mopping-up operation, checking for 'that which was not formerly removed'. His hit-list was the chancel steps recently introduced by Laud, images in stained glass (many of these had survived the Anglican reformers, because of the sheer inconvenience of replacing them), angels on the roof beams, crosses and statues in inaccessible places, and brass inscriptions referring to the cult of the dead. Occasionally, he circumscribed a font, as at Hacheston.
This is interesting, because in three of the Suffolk churches he visited, Badingham, Cratfield and here, at Laxfield, there survive three of the finest seven sacrament fonts in the kingdom. These fonts are the height of Catholic imagery, and were produced at the highest moment of Catholic popularity and practice in the middle of the 15th century. Why did Dowsing not destroy them? Perhaps he felt that simply mutilating them was enough, although he does not mention doing this, and there is some evidence that this had occured 100 years before. Perhaps he did not think them superstitious, in the sense that worship was unlikely to be offered to them. This was probably how the font cover at Ufford survived, presuming the statuettes had been removed before he got there. Most likely of all, they were hammered flush, and plastered over, a century before Dowsing's visit.
The first impression on entering this great church is its sheer size. There are no aisle, no clerestory, just a vast roof spanning 36 feet across the mighty space, one of the widest in Suffolk. Hemmed in by doored pews set at a camber at the west end is the Seven Sacraments font, a breath-taking object. If this was in the V&A in London, people would happily travel just to see it. It is set at the centre of a great Maltese cross, the gaps between the arms of the cross intended for priest and baptismal party. The bowl has no shaft and is set directly on the base.
The seven sacraments are set in arcades. The north-east panel shows the baptism of Christ, and then the others, in clockwise order, are matrimony, baptism, ordination, confirmation, mass, confession and last rites. It is common for the odd-panel-out to face east or west, so this bowl may have been moved at some point. It would be fair to say that the scenes are not as intricate or artistically fine as at neighbouring Cratfield, as characterful as at Badingham as close in the other direction, as mysterious as Westhall. But they are very fine, and probably have more in common with Westhall than the others. Simon Cotton tells me that will evidence dates this font to the 1460s.
The banked sets of early 19th Century box seats in the north-west and south-west corners of the nave were intended for scholars, and you can still make out the labels on them. You can see something similar on the other side of Suffolk at Kedington. There are other good benches from a century or so either side of the Reformation, although not much survives of medieval evidence. Traces of paint at the east end of the mighty roof suggest that there was once a canopy of honour to the rood here. Unlike at nearby Metfield, it was painted directly onto the beams. Above the west door there is an unusual plaster royal arms of Queen Anne. Francis Spear's crucifixion in the east window is a suitably striking end to the view down the drama of this grand space.
And there are the little details. Look at the reading desk in front of the pulpit. It must date from the late 17th or early 18th centuries, but the two supporting figures are exotic in the extreme. They depict two buxom figures, typical subjects of the time on domestic furnishings, but they do not appear to have been reused from elsewhere. It is tempting to think of them as pagan, but they are more likely the work of a local carver. Perhaps he had visited the south seas on a trading ship in his youth, and had never forgotten it.
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Well, not exactly. Apparently Air Force One is the call sign of the plane that carries the president of the United States, so if the president it not on board it is technically not Air Force One.
Anyway, it was a fun to walk on the same plane that carried Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon, and other luminaries such as Kissinger and Khrushchev.
Bab Agnaou (Arabic باب اكناو) is one of the nineteen gates of Marrakech, Morocco. It was built in the 12th century in the time of the Almohad dynasty.
The name Agnaou, like Gnaoua, in Berber refers to black people (cf. Akal-n-iguinawen - land of the black). The gate was called Bab al Kohl (also referring to black people) or Bab al Qsar (palace gate) in some historical sources.
The function of the gate must have been representation, first of all. The corner-pieces are decorated with floral decorations extending around a shell. This ornamentation is framed by three panels and on these panels is an inscription from the Quran in Maghribi, foliated Kufic letters, which were also used in Al-Andalus. Bab Agnaou was renovated and its opening reduced in size, during sultan Mohammed ben Abdallah. Forerunners of this horseshoe-shaped gate with its corner-pieces, framed by inscriptions from the Quran can be found in the Mezquita in Cordoba. It shows many similarities to the contemporary (much simpler) Bab Er-Rouah in Rabat.
Bab Agnaou gives entrance to the royal kasbah in the southern part of the medina of Marrakech. The kasbah, built by the Almohad sultan Yaqub al-Mansour, is the site of El Mansouria (the kasbah mosque), the El Badi Palace and the Saadian Tombs.
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John Lee Hooker "One bourbon, one scotch, one beer"
Wanna tell you a story,
about the house-man blues
I come home one Friday,
had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job
She said that don't confront me,
long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent,
and out the door I went
So I goes to the landlady,
I said, "You let me slide?"
I'll have the rent for you in a month.
next I don't know
So said let me slide it on you know people,
I notice when I come home in the evening
She ain't got nothing nice to say to me,
but for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy,
I come home one particular evening
The landlady said, "You got the rent money yet?",
I said, "No, can't find no job"
Therefore I ain't got no money to pay the rent
She said "I don't believe you're tryin' to find no job"
Said "I seen you today you was standin' on a corner,
leaning up against a post"
I said "But I'm tired, I've been walkin' all day"
She said "That don't confront me,
long as I get my money next Friday"
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent,
and out the door I went
So I go down the streets,
down to my good friend's house
I said "Look man I'm outdoors you know,
can I stay with you maybe a couple days?"
He said "Let me go and ask my wife"
He come out of the house,
I could see it in his face
I know that was no
He said "I don't know man, ah she kinda funny, you know"
I said "I know, everybody funny, now you funny too"
So I go back home
I tell the landlady I got a job, I'm gonna pay the rent
She said "Yeah?" I said "Oh yeah"
And then she was so nice,
loh' she was lovy-dovy
So I go in my room, pack up my things and I go,
I slip on out the back door and down the streets I go
She a-howlin' about the front rent, she'll be lucky to get any back rent,
she ain't gonna get none of it
So I stop in the local bar you know people,
I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender
Said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want?
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when,
I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin
Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose,
need me a triple shot of that juice
Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
But I'm sitting now at the bar,
I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow
I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' beer
Looked down the bar, here come the bartender
I said "Look man, come down here"
So what you want?
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last,
gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed
Gonna get high man I ain't had enough,
need me a triple shot of that stuff
Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here,
I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Now by this time I'm plenty high,
you know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty high
Looked down the bar I say to my bartender
I said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said "Look man, a-what time is it?"
He said "The clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for alcohol, so what you need?"
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week,
gotta get drunk man till I can't even speak
Gonna get high man listen to me,
one drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three
I wanna get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear,
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer.
This traditional sportsman in Esfahan wears a pair of glasses that make his eyeballs appear much bigger than they are in reality.
An evening shot of VIP United States Air Force Boeing VC-137 '26000' from the 89th Military Airlift Wing based at Andrews Air Force base in Maryland, framed by the tail of a recently delivered Turkish Air Force Boeing KC-135R Stratotanker 62-3512.
RAF Mildenhall 26th August 1997.
Both Boeing products but the VC-137C is actually a Boeing 707, whereas the ex USAF Turkish tanker is the military version of the earlier design, the Boeing 717, a somewhat different machine based on the original Dash-80, similar in appearance but with a narrower fuselage and shorter in length to the standard 707 'airliner' that the original four-engined concept was developed into.
VC-137 26000, c/n 18461 is the ex 'Air Force One' - relegated to VIP duties when the USAF acquired the current two VC-25 (Boeing 747) versions for Presidential use. She currently resides in the 'Presidential Collection' at the Air Force Museum in Dayton, Ohio.
The fin of the Turkish KC-135 also belies it's former USAF identity where with minimal alterations the original USAF serial is still present, if slightly modified, with the 'USAF' titles and fuselage 'Star-and-bar' being hastily replaced by the Turkish National Flag and roundel.
Note the 'prop' under the fin of the tanker - used to eradicate those 'embarrasing' moments when under certain loading conditions, the tail becomes too heavy!
Scanned 35mm transparency
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Two Nikon SB800 flash units controlled by an Arduino microcontroller. Triggered by a piezo sensor on the air gun.
Thx for assistance and location to Jürgen Stemper // Bloemche