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. . . While I was in Fairbanks, a Bush Pilot took off right next to the riverboat as a demonstration. One out of every five Alaskans own their own private plane, and it was very strange to see so many of them parked in people's back yards! Imagine taking that to work every day . . .
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Despite appearances this has only ever failed one MOT, and that was on a bulb. 80,000 miles at the last MOT and I'm guessing one of the very last Pilots. Ex Post Office obviously.
aDaD-- a duck a day :) 2/365
in keeping with yesterday's space theme (apollo11- first footprint), here's a shuttle pilot.
The Pilot launch makes its way back in along the breakwall at Port Kembla. The Pilot guided the car carrier Salome in to port.
Wollongong, New South Wales, Australia.
DHL Cargo jet at East Midlands Airport at night.
Between Loughborough Nottingham & Derby, Leicestershire. England,
The operator of the pilot boat prevents another pleasure craft from crossing in front of the container ship.
Saint John, N.B.-----view looking eastward from aboard the ferry Fundy Rose. That's the Courtenay Bay breakwater in the middle distance.
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Surprised to see a pilot's glory from the International Space Station This optical phenomenon is often visible from airplanes, or when on a volcano looking down into a foggy crater with the sun in the back. Our shadow is (theoretically) right in the middle of the rainbow, but we don't have a core shadow due to our altitude.
Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer. War erstaunt, diese Glorie zu sehen, ein optischer Effekt in den Wolken, den man vom Flugzeug aus oft beobachten kann. Unser Schatten ist (theoretisch) genau in der Mitte des Regenbogens, aber durch unsere 400 km Flughöhe haben wir keinen Kernschatten.
Find out more: www.esa.int/spaceinimag…/…/2018/11/Astronaut_s_glory
ID: 401U3190
Credit: ESA/A. Gerst CC BY-SA 3.0 IGO
My name is Aaron, and I am alive. Thanks to my father, he is the one that kept me alive through everything. There was more of us at one time...but that doesn't matter, he did what he could. Let me get back to my original point--My name is Aaron, I'm sixteen, I haven't been outside my house for seven months, uh...I've never had a girlfriend, I don't play video games, I don't have friends, I don't go to school, should I continue? Why you ask? Well...to put it lightly, the world went to hell. It literally did...people don't stay dead, and they have a hunger for anything living. My Father, when he heard the reports that the CDC had confirmed this new "virus", and that Homeland Security was moving the President out of country, he began planning what he had to do to protect us. At the time he worked for the city as a maintenance worker, he spent allot of time also repairing rails for the subway. That's where he told us where we were going. We spent three full months of construction building fences and traps to keep the undead out. My family and I never left the subway tunnels, my father only went out alone. He never talked about how bad it was. What he had to do. Then one day, while my mother, brother, and sister where doing work on fortifying the outside walls disaster struck. An undead attacked my mother and bit her, the virus almost instantly took her over--and she attacked my sister. My brother all ready bitten realized what he had to do, he looked at me and screamed "HIDE!" Then he slammed the gate shut and accepted his fate. I locked myself in a closet for what seemed to be days. Then my father shouted my name, he was weeping, I went to him. We've been together ever sense, he forbade me from ever leaving. But today I have to go out, he went missing and I have a feeling he's still alive. I have to find him--he's the only family I have left, besides my dog Cam.
This is my story, these are my trials.
D-Day striped sharkmouth RAF Mustang finishing its landing run at Dunsfold Wings and Wheels after a spirited display and a bit of a moment when the gusty crosswind picked up the port wing: but the pilot put it back on all three points immediately.
My dad, who would be about 102, had a lot of lightmeters. I guess he had as much trouble with them as I do. Some of them are very confusing and give wrong answers. This photo is exposed according to the numbers on the lightmeter. So I guess it works pretty well even after 40 or 50 years.
I got this a while back, but I haven't gotten around to putting a new mirror in it.
It has a pretty low serial number, but has some features of later Pilot cameras. I'm wondering if maybe it was sent back to the factory for repairs or upgrades. It seems to me that it may have been converted from 6x4.5 format to 6x6. So far as I can tell all of the early Pilot 6 cameras shot the half frame 645 format, as 120 film hadn't yet received markings for 6x6 in 1936. Later Pilots are 6x6 format, and perhaps this was sent back for conversion?
IRM's Sleek Streamlined Burlington E5 makes an appearance has the sun begins to set on Labor Day Weekend
Illinois Railway Museum - Union, IL
Pilot boat Lotse 3 in a hurry.
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