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A new Liverpool pilot boat built at Goodchild Marine near Gt.Yarmouth heading out of the inner harbour for sea trials.
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.
Westair Pilot preparing his Cessna for a flight from Windhoek to the NamibRand Nature Reserve - Windhoek, Namibia
Fig Formula: Head (76128: Spider-Man), Torso (75159: Death Star Trooper), Arms (76076: Super-Adaptoid), Hands (76076: Pilot Captain America), Back Hip & Legs (76128: Spider-Man)
An Army Air Corps pilot stands in front of his Apache attack helicopter in Afghanistan.
This image was a winner in the Army's 2011 Photographic Competition.
Photographer: Sergeant Alison Baskerville RLC
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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.
A manifest freight is coming down Silver Zone Pass. The Pilot Valley in the backdrop is looking like a frozen body of water.
I am standing near the upper tracks looking down. Some ten minutes before the train went past me and took the Arnold Loop before emerging in my view again way down below.
February 12, 2009
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
Pilot boat Lotse 3 in a hurry.
RMC Tokina 135mm 1:2.8 @ f/5.6
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This was shot last week in Queescliff at the pilot pier on another one of those dull frustrating mornings. There had been a run of easterly winds over the previous week which left sea mist blotting out the morning sun and clearing into a fine day by half an hour past me packing up my gear.. I originally started off around at the harbour but the wind was causing too much movement across the moored boats so I wandered south along the beach and past the main pier before lobbing here. The actual pier itself is not accessible as it is still used by the port authority and it took a while to work out how to take the shot - without getting wet or cut up by barbed wire.
To complete the composition I cropped it into a roughly 6x7 format and washed out a lot of the color putting a blue grey color tone thorugh the image but keeping the timber stark white to aid in the lead out line. I also softened the sky considerably and darked the end of the pier and mid right hand side of the image to give the mind a bit of room to wander in the shot. Lastly I reduced the clarity across the pier planks (which are those annoying fibreglass ones now) to eliminate moire and clone stamped out the million or so dust spots that my sandbox kindly replicates on any image shot above f3.2.
It's a 530' wide channel. Where does this sailboat think I'm going to go? Disclaimer: No sailboats were damaged in the making of this photo. He eventually moved over when I turned his way.
Taken on the Houston Ship Channel.