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Princess Cruises E629 06-20.08.2016
Southampton-North Cape and the Norwegian Fjords
The ISS passing overhead the Emerald Princess 06.08.2016
The International Space Station passes through Ursa Major on 6/2/2014. Also visible is Arcturus.
Composite of 2x30 second exposures. Canon T3i 10mm piggybacked on an equatorial mounted telescope for star tracking.
Artist's rendering of the Cygnus spacecraft approaching the International Space Station. Launched on Orbital's Taurus II rocket, Cygnus will provide commercial cargo resupply services to the ISS beginning in 2012.
These are the gloves which are used on the space shuttle flights. The box in which they are "has" a vacuum in it. Working in vacuum is really difficult. I'm trying to to attach the clip onto a hook which is used on the exterior of the space station.
Variations on a theme. I would love to know what you think about the differences between this one and the previous one.
This image shows workers in clean suits with the ISS airlock module.
The ISS Hardware Integration Facility runs tests to ensure that all the space station modules, the products of many nations, work correctly with each other before launch. Most, if not all, of the modules seen here are now in orbit.
This image was taken on an April 2001 education trip to NASA for school pupils from Wales and Cornwall. At that time it was possible to go beyond the tourist route; the ISS modules seen here are real and not the mock ups shown to the public. 9/11 changed all that when we returned in 2002.
This image was taken on film and scanned shortly afterwards. The EXIF data refers to the scan.
An attempt to capture the path of the space shuttle and space station on 6/19/07. Unfortunately, I had a little tripod drift. I believe the space station is the brighter of the two streaks.
Scene 1
It smells like… time down here. Not just damp earth or rot, but something older. A primal scent that’s been waiting in the dark for a millennium. I’m recording this at the bottom of the scar somewhere in the anomaly. In my mind, it's called the Necropolis Gully. My helmet is trying to map it—casting these sterile, digital grids over the moss and the stone—but the data doesn’t make sense. It’s glitching. It’s shuddering against the reality of this place.
I don't know why I'm here, looking at ruins. Just... debris. But in the ruins, I found the ghosts of a future that never happened. I was walking over shards of polymerised memories. This was once a city. It was meant to be the heart of a new world that... simply stopped.
It wasn't an engineering failure. It was a failure of existence. Holding that slate, I felt this... weight. The grief of the architect. The "wounds of unbuilt dreams." I realised then that this isn't a graveyard for people. It’s a memorial for ambition.
Scene 2
I felt uneasy. Statues that moved and carvings so lifelike I could converse with them. My suit registered "life signs null," but my mind screamed. A spike of loss and profound love hit me. The narrator dismissed it as a "Psychological stress response. Disregard." Yet, how do you disregard the feeling of being watched by stone?
I walked further; the dust turned to mud. There I saw The Obsidian Sentinel, a life force with a cat's head crouching in the water. My sensors read cold stone, but my gut saw the frozen millisecond before a pounce. It wasn't a statue, but a kinetic trap, a threat assessment. The gully wasn’t a tomb; it was a gallery. I was safe as long as I kept moving.
Turning a corner, I saw the strings—thin, invisible lines stretched from my wrist into the darkness. At my hand's end was a small stone puppet. I moved my hand, and the figure jerked. The true horror wasn't controlling it, but realising I hadn’t chosen the movement. "Who is the puppet?" I asked the dark. "And who is the master?"
Scene 3
JB’s first action would be to blaze away. An irresistible force when in fear, an impulse so primal it bypassed all logic. I can feel it hauling me toward the precipice of no control, that terrifying edge where instinct takes over and the rational mind becomes a mere spectator. But this is my proscenium, the curtain rising on fear that I needed to control and stop. The stage was set for calamity, a destructive, unthinking lashing out that would solve nothing and likely worsen everything.
My answer is to employ fire with purpose, a calculated, strategic act of aggression, a pre-emptive strike not of panic, but of will. I needed to channel that explosive energy into something controlled, something that served a higher, if terrifying, objective. My internal narrator is screaming, a panicked chorus of warnings: 'Motor control compromised! Judgement impaired! Retreat!' but my legs were moving, a terrifying defiance of my own mind. My boots were stomping forward, each heavy tread marking the relentless passage through time on a path I didn’t choose, but which I was now grimly determined to master.
Scene 4
The labyrinthine path continued, each corridor distinguishable from the last, until the sensation of being a hunted, me as a cornered beast began to recede. A chilling clarity replaced the frenzied, self-destructive urge that had driven me forward. Now, a raw, almost incandescent need for survival fueled me, a desperate resolve to comprehend, and ultimately conquer, the inevitable confrontation that awaited. The air hung heavy and motionless, thick with the fine, ancient dust of the Necropolis Gully. It was a place where certainty had dissolved, leaving only one undeniable truth: the 'performance,' whatever cryptic horror it entailed, had commenced.
In that profound shift, my role changed entirely. I was no longer merely a participant, a frantic object in motion, or the passive observer waiting for the final curtain. I became the explorer, a designation that carried a new weight of purpose. I shed the skin of the startled novelty and the unwitting exhibit. I located the lens of objective analysis, then focused, with a magnified gaze, and scraped up as much info as I could. I was precisely where I was meant to be; through my conquering arm, I became the master of my own fate.
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An overview of the Space Station and the microspace display, with Rich's larger craft in the left background, my small craft in front of them, some of Rich's cargo ships in the foreground, my Olympus missile boat behind them, and a rather impressive red capital ship I would've liked to look more closely at. (That's why you get all your building done BEFORE con, BTW.)
The International Space Station passing under Mars and Regulus, 22.08 13th April 2012. Brightness was changing as it moved hence the slightly wonky trail.
Is the entire universe no more than an infinitely vast space terminal?
- J. G. Ballard, Report on an Unidentified Space Station
PictionID:53109371 - Catalog:14_030883 - Title:GD/Astronautics Models Details: Kraft Ehricke and Dr. Friedrich with Satellite Model Date: 07/22/1958 - Filename:14_030883.tif - - Images from the Convair/General Dynamics Astronautics Atlas Negative Collection. The processing, cataloging and digitization of these images has been made possible by a generous National Historical Publications and Records grant from the National Archives and Records Administration---Please Tag these images so that the information can be permanently stored with the digital file.---Repository: San Diego Air and Space Museum
PictionID:50432228 - Catalog:14_027578 - Title:GD/Astronautics Details: MOL Proposal; Astronaut Working on Booster Date: 02/12/1965 - Filename:14_027578.tif - - - Images from the Convair/General Dynamics Astronautics Atlas Negative Collection. The processing, cataloging and digitization of these images has been made possible by a generous National Historical Publications and Records grant from the National Archives and Records Administration---Please Tag these images so that the information can be permanently stored with the digital file.---Repository: San Diego Air and Space Museum
A Bus station, taken somewhere on the way from Evora to the Algarve. The strange green light comes from colored windows in the roof, natural light shines in through the doorways.
In this project I combined classic space with technic. Its possible to control several functions with just one motor. I created this project for Lego ideas:
If you like it. I would be happy, if you could take a minute and support this project at lego ideas:
ideas.lego.com/content/project/link/81b9bd17-5ff5-40a0-ac...
See video showing the features:
PictionID:50432247 - Catalog:14_027579 - Title:GD/Astronautics Details: MOL Proposal; Astronaut Working on Booster Date: 02/12/1965 - Filename:14_027579.tif - - - Images from the Convair/General Dynamics Astronautics Atlas Negative Collection. The processing, cataloging and digitization of these images has been made possible by a generous National Historical Publications and Records grant from the National Archives and Records Administration---Please Tag these images so that the information can be permanently stored with the digital file.---Repository: San Diego Air and Space Museum
DJ Gwinz played a set @ Here aka Lost in Space
Sited between two singularities lies a Deep Space Rainbow Steampunk Reggae Club.
Roots Reggae Dub, Ska & other Rhythmic TUNES.
Friendly Hangout/ Fab Music/ Hopeless Hostess
Open: Tuesdays & Wednesdays 12.15 - 2.30pm SLT
12 DJs take turns to Spin Fab Tunes.
ISS passing over West Berkshire.
note the airliner that also made the shot!
Taken with the tripod mounted iPhone4
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