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September 26th, 2015
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Found this in my mailbox the day I arrived back in Los Angeles.
They contacted me from Austria last year and this the end product. I think they did a stellar job and it's quite the honor...
Mitzpeh Nevo, Maale Adumim. Appeared in 13 Sukkahs That Will Make Sukkot Your Favorite Holiday on Sept. 17, 2013. Appeared in The Sukkot Enigma, Sept. 2015.
66 097 back on the head of the return service as crane wait for clearance to begin unloading. I'd been asked by the Port along with a DBS photographer to get some images of the DBS services for PR brochures, as usual the weather decided not to play ball.
Published in 'Freightmaster No82'
Kollektiivinen piirros (Collective Drawing), Short story in Finnish 2011
2012 No. 3 / Titanik gallery, 2011
Web version available in Finnish:
MISLEADING SUNDOG
A sundog was recently seen at the Greaves farm near Deerwood, Man. This phenomenon is usually associated with cold temperature, but it was only -10 that day.
My name is Peter,not John!!! :-(...I'm a RSPB member and care for birds,wildlife etc.I'm well fed up!?..The Greater Spotted Woodpecker is one of my photos that was published by the "Surrey Mirror" or surrey error.
Found this in my mailbox the day I arrived back in Los Angeles.
They contacted me from Austria last year and this the end product. I think they did a stellar job and it's quite the honor...
A collaboration of drawings by my friend Alice Pattullo and myself. They were made into a small self-published zine, and a set of 3 posters (digitally printed onto cartridge paper)
Besides here, I publish different stuff in Instagram so you may want to follow me there too (please do!):
Además de aquí, suelo subir fotos a Instagram, así que a lo mejor te apetece seguirme también por ahí, (¡hazlo por favor!):
Instagram: www.instagram.com/tefocoto/
PLEASE
• Do not post animated gifs or pictures in your comments. Especially the "awards". These will simply be deleted and the poster blocked. Unless it's an interesting other picture, for comparison or reference.
• No invitations to groups where one must comment and/or invite and/or give award and no group icon without any comment. These will simply be deleted and the poster blocked.
Nothing personal here, I simply don't see the usefulness of such actions. On the other hand I encourage you to critic my work as I believe that is the best way to improve my photography. Thank you!
POR FAVOR
-No pongas gifs animados, logos o premios (awards) en tu comentario. A no ser que la imagen que incluyas esté para compararla con la mía o para ilustrar un punto de vista borraré esos comentarios y bloquearé al que lo pone.
-No me envíes invitaciones a grupos donde exista la obligación de comentar o premiar fotos, ni a aquellos donde existe un comentario preformateado con el logo del grupo. Borraré esos comentarios y bloquearé al que lo pone.
No es nada personal, es solo que no le veo el sentido a ese tipo de comportamientos. A cambio te animo a que me critiques sin piedad, pero con respeto, mi trabajo, porque solo así puedo seguir avanzando como fotógrafo. Gracias!
yep, that's my pic - may 22/23 on the just released 2010 Weird and Wacky Weather calendar! get your's wherever Weird and Wacky Weather calendars are sold!
The caption reads: "a stick punches out someone's lights - one of the curious effects of an early season tornado that arrived in Denver, Colorado, on May 22nd, 2008. The National Weather Service classified the storm as of moderate intensity, but the poor car would probably say otherwise."
here's the original image. oh, and for the record it was actually windsor, co - not denver.
Published article @Photologio.gr
www.photologio.gr/photo-travelers/skodra-i-diastasi-tou-x...
July 2023
I managed to make two front covers of local magazines over the past couple of months. Very nice to see :-)
Note: this photo was published as an illustration in an Aug 2009 Squidoo blog titled "Timing my Life in Songs." It was also published in a May 1, 2010 blog titled "The Memories We Carry." And it was published in a May 28, 2010 blog titled "The Most Important Thing to Do This Weekend: Enjoy Your Holiday." It was also published in a May 31, 2010 blog titled "This Day Has a Purpose."
Moving into 2012, the photo was published in an Aug 8, 2012 blog titled "‘Moving Wall’ Veterans Memorial Coming to Missoula."
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The Vietnam Memorial opened to the public on November 11, 1982. I visited not too long after that, though I don't remember exactly when. All I remember was that it was a dark, cold, drizzly Saturday afternoon, and that it was very, very sad.
God knows how many times I've been back to Washington since then, but some 25 years after my initial visit, I thought I should come back and see it again ... when the weather was likely to be better, and when I would likely see a different generation of visitors.
I made two separate visits, and got two different impressions. My second visit was just before dawn, at 5:45 AM. There was a crescent moon, and one star, in the pink-and-purple sky; but there were no people at all. Though the memorial is simply a chronological list of names, one can imagine that the 58,261 dead are sleeping in peace as the night fades away and the sun returns to warm the granite stone once again. I took a few pictures of this early scene; you can decide for yourself if it's peaceful or sad.
My first visit was just before sunset, on a Sunday evening. I heard one of the park guides telling her flock that the summer crowds had been smaller this year than in the past, but there were still plenty of people along the length of the wall. What interested me most about the visitors was their age: I saw a few people who looked old enough to have been adults back in the Vietnam era, though I saw no one in uniform, and no one who looked like he or she had actually been there.
But there were far more people of a younger generation: people in their 30s or 40s, whose father or mother or uncle or aunt might have served in that war. Not surprisingly, I saw people carefully searching out specific names, and resting their finger or hand for long moments on a single name, as if they might somehow be able to communicate with a dead relative after all these years.
And then there were the children -- some as young as one or two, but most looked to be 8 or 10 or 12. They may have been the grandchildren of some fallen soldier, or they may have been entirely unrelated to those 58,261 individuals. But one way or another, you could see that the Wall made an impact on them: they were quiet and reverent, respectful of what they could barely grasp, as the list of names surrounded them and stretched as far as they could see, to the left and to the right.
Indeed, the very idea of creating a monument that consists of nothing but a long inclined wall containing a list of names is so simple, so ... well, almost primitive ... that you can't imagine it would have any impact, at least not on the typical jaded visitor. But it does have an impact, it really does...
If you haven't seen this memorial, you owe it to yourself to carve out a little time when you next visit Washington. And if, like me, it's been 10 or 20 or 25 years since you last saw it, I think you need to come see it again.
Rented to Freightliner, 70 808 goes for a ride from track 2 to the release road on track 8.
Didn't have my big camera so had to make do with the pocket point and shoot this time around.
Published in Loco Review 2015
My photo from this Sunday, "Leaving Skyfall" was published in this week's Georgia Straight, after they saw it on Flickr! I even got paid ;-) Many thanks to The Georgia Straight for the compliment you made my week!
Historic photos of Pride festivals in West Hollywood, years 1987 to 1995.
Permission granted to publish, post or use in any manner
In memory of
FLORENCE ETHEL
Beloved wife of
FRANCIS A B JONES
Died 27th May 1946
And their son
MICHAEL FRANCIS RICHARD
JONES
Captain Royal Fusiliers
Born 8th September 1933
Died on Khinyang Chish
18th July 1962
Also in memory of
FRANCIS A B JONES
Died 29th Dec 1979
Aged 87
From The Himalayan Journal Volume 24 published 1963
Article Khinyang Chhish , 1962 by Dr J.P Horniblow
(selected extracts)
A strong reconnaissance, and an attempt on one of the two summits, of the Khinyang Chhish-Pumarikish massif was the object of this year's joint Pakistan-British Forces Karakoram Ex¬pedition. These two mountains are on the north side of the Hispar Glacier, at a point where the States of Nagar and Hunza and the Ladakh Agency meet. Little was known of the area, and such in¬formation as we had was derived from the map made by Mr. Eric Shipton on his 1939 survey of the Hispar-Biafo glacial regions ; correspondence with the late Mr. Wilfrid Noyce, whose ascent of Trivor in 1960 afforded a view of the north-west face of Khinyang (‘Chhish' means mountain); and the secretary of the 1959 Italian expedition to Kanjut Sar. Photographs, taken half a century ago by the Bullock Workmans, also assisted us in our reconnaissance of the southern slopes of both mountains. An aerial survey by the Pakistan Air Force on behalf of the expedition was unfortunately carried out too late to be of value to this year's party.
Difficulties beset us from the start. The expedition was planned under the joint leadership of Major E. J. E. Mills, a member of the successful Forces expedition to Rakaposhi in 1958, and Cap¬tain Jawed Akhter, of the Pakistan Army, who had scaled the East Peak of Malubiting in 1959 when he was a member of the British- Pakistan Forces expedition under Major H. R. A. Streather, and had followed this success by climbing Masherbrum with the 1960 American expedition. Unfortunately, Captain Akhter broke his leg playing football earlier in the year, and was not fit enough to join the party. Squadron Leader Shah Khan, of the Pakistan Air Force, another member of the Rakaposhi team, was nominated as his replacement, but he also had to call off through ill health at the last minute. A second P.A.F. officer also was prevented from coming.
So the party that finally collected at Rawalpindi on June 6 comprised Major Mills (Leader), Captain M. R. F. Jones, of the Royal Fusiliers, Captain A. Hasell, of the Royal Signals, and my¬self as medical officer. We formed the British contingent. Captain Saeed Durrani, Captain Khurshied Ahmed, and Lt. Nisar Ahmed, of the Pakistan Army, were its representatives. These three officers had been introduced to mountaineering by Major Mills when he attended the Quetta Staff College in I960, and were very enthusias¬tic. Durrani in particular showed a great natural ability for the sport. A late choice by the Pakistan Army was Captain Naqvi who, however, was very inexperienced. The last member of the party was Dr. Karl Stauffer, an American member of the Geological Sur¬vey of Pakistan, who originally intended to confine himself to a mineralogical survey of the Hispar region, but who became a climb¬ing member to strengthen the team in the absence of Jawed Akhter and Shah Khan. He had had considerable rock-climbing experience in America and Alaska. Apart from Mills, I was the only member with previous Himalayan experience, but Jones had led a success-ful expedition from his regiment to the Canadian Rockies in 1960, and Captain Hasell had led the Army Mountaineering Association summer meet in the Alps in 1961.
Jones, as expedition secretary, had performed his duties admir¬ably, and the party were ready to move off from Gilgit on June 12, having been flown there from Rawalpindi in a Pakistan Air Force Freighter. It was a great sorrow to us when we later learned that the crew of this aircraft had been killed in a flying accident near Rawalpindi in July.
Mills had planned to reconnoitre the mountain in advance of the main party, and accordingly he, Hasell, Khurshied, Durrani and myself left Gilgit for Nagar by jeep on the 12th. This track along the course of the Hunza river is terrifying at the best of times, and recent heavy rains had played havoc with some stretches, so that our journey took twice as long as usual, and it was an exhausted party that reached Nagar at 11 p.m. that evening, having forded several streams, rebuilt a bridge, and cleared a landslide en route, as well as having had to push our over-loaded jeeps up the steeper hills. The inhabitants of Nagar compare unfavourably with their Hunza and Balti neighbours, and regard a mountaineering expedi¬tion as a heaven-sent source of revenue. Mills had managed to re¬cruit six experienced Hunza porters while we were in Gilgit, but these were personae non gratae with the Wazir of Nagar, who proved extremely unco-operative until we were forced to dismiss them. Other porters were not forthcoming, and the loads they were to carry were reduced to 40 lb. The fact that we had chosen to arrive in the midst of the ten-day Muslim feast of Muharram was another handicap. Finally, we managed to collect thirty-five men to carry 60 lb. apiece, after the Mir himself intervened, but not before he had extracted a promise of ' baksheesh ' to be paid if they worked well.
The walk from Nagar to the village of Hispar, at the foot of the glacier, is remarkably unpleasant, up the forbidding gorge of the Hispar river, mostly trackless, and along sections of scree-slope that are as dangerous as any mountain. On our second night out, we were treated to the spectacle of an earth slide half a mile from our camp that covered the valley floor.
Two afternoons later we reached the foot of the south-west ridge of the mountain, and made a tem¬porary Base Camp for the reconnaissance. This was a pleasant meadow called Bitanmal above the lateral moraine. From it we could see what we named ‘Tent Peak' above us, which subsequently proved to be the penultimate peak on the south-west ridge.
Next morning, Mills and Durrani set off up the steep grass slope of the south-west ridge, whilst Hasell, Khurshied and myself con¬tinued up the side of the Hispar Glacier to study possible routes up the mountain from the Pumarikish and Jutmau Glaciers.
Mills was satisfied with what he saw, and he and Durrani des¬cended. They chose a Base Camp about two miles further up the glacier, at the foot of the south-south-west ridge, at an altitude of some 12,600 feet, another pleasant meadow, though lacking water in the immediate vicinity. From here, with the limited number of port¬ers at their disposal, they began to establish Camp I at nearly 16,000 feet on a southerly subsidiary ridge. This involved a three-hour climb up steep grass and rock to the mouth of a rocky nullah that de¬bouched into a snow basin on the east flank of the south-south- west ridge. The snow level by this time (last week in June) was at about 16,000 feet.
We returned to Base Camp, and on the evening of the 25th the main party arrived. They, too, had had their vicissitudes with port¬ers, and on one occasion, with the help of their few potential high- altitude porters, had formed a 6 thin red line ' to prevent their mutin¬ous coolies making off back to Nagar. However, little of value had been stolen, though a sack of ropes had been lost from a jeep, a fact that was to affect our plans later. Next day, whilst Jones struggled with the thankless task of paying off the porters, we erected a mess tent, and stacked it with the luxurious rations that Mills had obtained for us in England.
During the next few days, all hands were engaged in ferrying supplies up to Camp I. The weather remained persistently bad, and on July 1, the Camp I party, consisting of Hasell, Durrani, Stauffer and Khurshied, returned to Base Camp, as they could make no progress beyond the snow basin. Mills sent them back up again next day though, as the weather showed some signs of clearing, and on July 4 they managed to climb out of the snow basin on to the end of the south-east ridge where it turned westwards to join the south-south-west ridge near the Bull's Head. This involved a steep snow ascent on a slope prone to avalanches, and the four of them worked hard to fix ropes totalling a thousand feet.
On July 6, Mills, Jones, Nisar Ahmed and I passed through and established Camp II at about 18,000 feet on the lip of the snow basin. This was a knife-edge ridge, and tent platforms had to be dug. Over the other side, the ridge dropped vertically for about 3,000 feet on to the Pumarikish Glacier. Sleep in this camp was disturbed until one got used to the airiness of the site.
Now we were faced with our first serious problem. During the next seven days, whilst Hasell, Durrani, Khurshied, and Stauffer slogged up and down between Camps I and II with the porters, the other four tackled the Bull's Head. From Camp II we followed the south-east ridge upwards for some 500 feet to the top of the Bull's Head. At first, it seemed as if we were balked, for there was a sheer drop on the other side. It was impossible to by-pass the Bull's Head to the west, and the east face was vertical rock—interesting enough for a summer's afternoon in Wales but no route for a laden climber or porter. Eventually Mills decided to go straight on over the top. Breaking through the cornice, Jones and he descended a steep snow-face, then traversed on to the east rock-face. When they finally reappeared, Nisar Ahmed and myself were delighted to hear that they had found a difficult, but possible, route down to the Col on the south-south-west ridge leading across to the Ogre. It was a fine piece of route finding by Jones, sustained by the unquench¬able enthusiasm and caution of Mills. During the next five days, the party slowly descended this face, fixing corlene ropes as they went, and returning to Camp II each night. About 1,300 feet of fixed rope were used to descend this face whose vertical height must have been about 500 feet, and included two exposed traverses and a chim¬ney. The weather remained bad during this period.
On the 15th, Mills' party crossed the Bull's Head and climbed a steep snow-slope to the foot of the Ogre. There they found that, though the ascent of the south face of this rock tower offered no great difficulties, the far side was a narrow over¬hanging ridge that was surely unsafe. So they made a tent platform at the foot of the rock, as it was clear that it must be by-passed on its eastern flank. Despite its steepness and the rotten snow, it offered a chance, and so Hasell, Durrani, Stauffer and Nisar Ahmed moved through to the temporary site of Camp III, until they could find a route across the Ogre to the foot of the Snow Dome.
On the morning of July 18, after a night of heavy snow, Mills, Jones, Khurshied and I set out for Camp III with four high-altitude porters, all carrying 40-lb. loads.
Reaching Camp III, we lunched, and then went to the start of the Ogre traverse—or Nymph's Traverse, as Hasell named it. We were glad to find that he and his party had roped a route, which emerged, by a stroke of good fortune, at the one place on the Col between the Ogre and the Snow Dome that offered access on to the ridge. The traverse was some 400 yards, and at one stage involved going on all fours under the overhanging rock. We reached the Col shortly after 2 p.m. to find Stauffer and Durrani had levelled a tent platform on the west slope of the foot of the Snow Dome, and Hasell and Nisar Ahmed just descending the ridge of the Dome itself, happy to have found what Hasell described as a ‘football field' for a camp at the top, some 800 feet away.
Whilst, the six of us rested, Mills and Jones set off up the ridge in the footsteps of the other two. The steps were well on the west side of the ridge, which was the side of the prevailing wind, where the snow would normally be hard packed. The ridge was a single arete, with no cornice on its eastward aspect; and the angle of ascent could not have exceeded 35 making roping unnecessary. They had ascended some 200 feet by the time Khurshied and myself noticed them, and as they were laden, it was clear that Mills had decided to take supplies to the proposed Camp IV site. So Khurshied and myself shouldered our packs and set off in their footsteps. It was still snowing and visibility was poor, and we lost sight of them.
Suddenly, Khurshied shouted that he had seen something fall on the eastern side of the ridge, something yellow and moving at a terrific speed. This could only have been one of our bright yellow sleeping-mattresses which we normally carried tied on to our ruck¬sacks. I crawled to the edge, and saw two ice-axes lying in freshly fallen snow on to the slope below. One was buried up to its head, and the other, sixty feet below, lay on the surface. Khurshied and I turned and slowly made our way down to the tent platform. There were the few moments of utter disbelief that anything could be amiss. Then the mists lifted for a few moments, and above we could see the empty ridge, with a piece of snow, 200 feet long, 30 feet wide, and about 2 feet deep, bitten off about 400 feet above us. It had slipped down the eastern side of the ridge, but it liad taken with it the crest of the ridge and some of the top snow on the western side. Above and below the gap on its extreme west edge were the steps of the previous two climbers. Hasell and I descended to a point on the traverse where he was able to study the slope below the ridge. It fell clear over a cliff about 5,000 feet down on to the Pumarikish Glacier.
Hasell and Nisar Ahmed spent the night at the new tent platform, whilst the remainder of us returned sadly to Camp II. The snow grew heavier, in fact it was another seveiity-two hours before it stopped. The following morning, Durrani, Stauffer and Khurshied made their way round to the head of the Pumarikish Glacier, which they reached on the afternoon of July 20. There, in a snow basin at the foot of the ridge below the Ogre, filled with stones and debris from avalanches, they saw the strap of a pack sticking up through the snow. It proved to be Dick Jones'. Further search would have been hazardous and fruitless. They collected stones and laid them in a Cross near where they had found the pack. Meanwhile, the rest of the party brought down as much equipment as they could carry from beyond the Ogre to Camp II, and the survivors gathered in Base Camp on the night of July 20. The expedition was over.
www.himalayanclub.org/hj/24/14/khinyang-chhish-1962/
There is an obituary for Major “Jimmy” Mills in the same edition.
Early last year I was contacted by ‘Digital Camera’ magazine asking if I would interested in becoming a contributor. They thought some of my winter photos would be a great addition to their Winter Wildlife issue. I’m happy to say they did a fantastic job with my pics and the March 2020 issue should be on newsstands soon.
Published by Dell in 1959. Written by Charles Beaumont, who later adapted it for Roger Corman's 1962 film. Cover artist unknown.
During last night's bomb threat on Forbes Avenue I was able to get some pretty cool shots. Some of them appear on the Pitt News website, this being one of them!
First try, first published and a first win in a comp :)
Now thats what you call a beginners luck!
Digital Camera Magazine - Sept Issue
Normally I don't bother sending my pics to any places but the reasons behind submitting my photo to this magazine was that I needed to have a photo published somewhere so that it would be favourable to pass the interview to join the photography course at TAFE. (TAFE = like a college)
Never thought I'd win anything so it's a huge surprise!
... and a little more on TAFE:
For anyone who wanted to enrol in photography course at TAFE, you have to present your portfolio and go through an interview where you'll get questions like "Do you work or have worked in photography industry?" or "Have you ever had your photo published?" which unfortunately I had answer "no" and had me wondering why I needed experience since I wanted to learn from the beginning.
Anyways, I found out the reason behind the strict student selection was due to limited seat as their photography course is so popular. On my initial application, I was not offered a spot but now with this, I may have a better luck at the next year's interview. :)
Thanks DC mag for the awesome Manfrotto tripod! It's an awesome trophy!
Challenge to use the meta-parts (or mega-bricks) of lego planes to make it a spacecraft : Set 60104, 60102, 60022, 3181, 7893.
Brick number 30201 (Quarter Saucer Base) : in old theme : Aquazone, Space Insectoids and Alpha team Mission Deep Sea
Brick number 30317 (Quarter Saucer Top) : in old theme : space UFO, Alpha team Mission Deep Sea
The central command post is round, as Startrek's spaceships. The central circle is in 2 floors : the officers on the 1st floor on the bridge, and the Commandos Squad/robots on the ground floor. There are 1445 Bricks.
Crew :
3 Officers on the Bridge.
2 Pilots in the cockpit.
3 Battle droids.
6 Space Commandos.
Arms :
1 Double Laser Gatling.
2 Big Missiles (or 2 big Sondes, if we want to explore).
8 small missiles