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Many people ask, including myself "What did the original scene look like?"
I thought I would let everyone see the original shot of this particular post. A crop, elimination of two crows, add my signature, lighten the scene and that is it. OK. So thats all my eyes and Photoshop expertise will let me do.
Original is in first comment box below.
This is an ASK 13 glider, registration D-4681, short before touchdown at Braunschweig, Germany (EDVE). This upload kicks off a short series of aviation pictures I took in Braunschweig in summer 1999 and summer 2000.
Taken with a Nikon F4E and a Sigma 400/5.6 AF ED attached, Ektachrome Elite 100, digitized from a print.
For those interested some data of the Schleicher ASK 13:
General characteristics
Crew: Two
Length: 8.18 m (26 ft 10 in)
Wingspan: 16.00 m (52 ft 6 in)
Height: 1.6 m (5 ft 3 in)
Wing area: 17.5 m2 (188 ft2)
Aspect ratio: 14.6
Wing profile: Göttingen 535/549
Empty weight: 290 kg (640 lb)
Gross weight: 480 kg (1,060 lb)
Performance
Maximum speed: 200 km/h (125 mph)
Maximum glide ratio: 28
Rate of sink: 0.81 m/s (160 ft/min)
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Love Valley
The length of the Love Valley is 4900 meters. Although the entrance to the valley is not very suitable for vehicles, it is still accessible here. The moment you squeeze your teeth, you will be waiting for a beauty that will never regret you. Right after the landing, the water that comes in front will make your work difficult. However, the only time you have survived this short zone is to remove this pleasure. The most important feature of Cappadocia and the Love Valley and the elements that make this place wonderful are the fairy chimneys. Different sizes, colors, and even the impressive expression of light, these views will make you fall in love with yourself. It looks like the hats of the Smurfs we're fans of. Time travel between vineyards and fruit trees lasts approximately 2.5 hours. If you are accustomed to nature walks, you are sure to remember your moments happily after this region where you can finish in a short time with a slight tempo. But even if you say “I am not used to nature walking “, you will not even understand that you are tired of the beauty of the region. Whatever your choice, you will see it worth it.
This is another shot from the last batch of images from my D5100. Since I now switched to Canon as my 2.nd camera, I guess I will find out if it is the camera or the monkey behind it which causes problems.
The image was taken in Asker last week around sunset. I have previously posted a shot from this location which I like a lot.
www.flickr.com/photos/lars1387/8645966913/
Due to the fact that the sun sets behind some hills, the glorious last rays can not be captured in Asker.
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All comments are appreciated
I ask your indulgence twice.
First, I hope you will read this...please indulge me.
Second, an explanation of this photo needs your indulgence as well.
This has been a pretty bad year. From early spring the pandemic has dramatically limited...well...almost everything. My usual three-seasons daily driver, seen above, has remained parked and covered. Then, to add to the awfulness, on August 10 we had the almost armageddon-like inland hurricane -- derecho -- the 140mph winds of which destroyed so very much in my city. Driving a low-slung super sports car like this was LITERALLY impossible.
By my birthday, mid-October, we had already had three snowfalls, including one substantial one. These cars are not winter driving cars...nor are they much fun in the cold; we've already had too many sub-freezing temperatures.
So today...US election day...we got 'Indian Summer'. Temps into the 70s. Blue sky, bright sunshine. Who could resist taking the car out. Plus, by this date there are still likely to be some migrating waterfowl visiting the lake, so there I went, and had to take the car, top dropped.
Finally, over the last months we've been bombarded to the point of mania by all of the political advertisements and shenanigans. Getting out and escaping...first to the lake, and then on the road a bit...best medicine possible.
This weather is supposed to stay around for some days. Here's hoping. And I hope you enjoy the photo of of one my passions.
“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”
~Sparrowrose Howard Thurman
Since today was the coldest day we have had since May I though that the warmth of Jamaica might be appropriate! I took this one while sitting at the bar on evening, waiting for our dinner reservations. The clouds that we saw while we were there were some of the best I've ever seen!
As for the technical details of this shot, I processed it a while ago and can't remember all the treatment. I don't want to give a partial story, so I will skip them today!
I hope that you all have a great week!
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Lel, It's been quite the work in progress, but I'm extremely happy to announce the completion of Andrew Somers MH-6 Little Bird, and boy oh boy it feels really good to cross something off my to do list, and especially to have something as freaking kick-ass as this little model, which is extremely accurate in every aspect including them swooshes. Anyone with questions about how to build the MH-6 please ask Andrew who I've tagged below.
==The Clocktower- Current Residence of the Bat-Family. One day after the Misfits' attack==
"Thank you, Mr Pennyworth," Needham said gratefully, as he took his cup of tea from off of Alfred's silver platter, and sipped it slowly. “Look," he continued, turning his attention to Bruce. "Fiasco believed that Day was masterminding events; Toying with Carson and the Misfits, maybe King of Cats too, all in a deliberate attempt to lure Walker back to Gotham. As part of a scheme where he needed him, and the rest of his crew, in attendance.”
“And you believe him?” Bruce asked.
"Hhn. I believe something's going on. But whether Day's the mastermind, or he's another pawn like Carson is another matter entirely."
Bruce considered this. “That doesn't absolve Walker. Or Fiasco."
“No," Needham agreed, staring into the cup distractedly. "Still, I had to let them go. I have faith that if they can just put the pieces together, maybe find a way to neutralise Krill, then perhaps-"
"That's not on them, Eric. And it's not on you either."
"But Batman, listen-"
"No. If there is a conspiracy at large, I'll look into it myself, but I need you focused on the False Facers. Word is that Henry Ferris, Iron-Hat, is back in Gotham, operating under Sionis' orders and I need to know why. There's a gang war brewing here; one our new mayor will undoubtedly profit from."
"Batman-"
"That's an order, Spider."
Needham obliged, and rose to his feet, walking towards his parked motorcycle. Turning his head back to Bruce, he spoke. “Do you know why Walker's gotten to you? Because you believed in him. Because you had to. After Dent, and Hush, you desperately needed to believe in redemption; real, honest redemption. But, the truth is, it doesn't exist. Because people... people are ugly and messy. But that doesn't mean you stop trying; It was your faith in me that kept me going and it's my faith in them that's going to save the Misfits."
==Arkham Asylum==
When The Joker had first taken over the Asylum, Jeremiah Arkham had himself been taken prisoner; in the subsequent weeks, he would become an outlet for the clown's musings and sadistic habits. With Day forging documents on his behalf and Zolomon dealing with the odd trespasser, few had even noticed Arkham was missing. And so long as Billings' illusion held, the Asylum would appear to outsiders as it always had; A dark blemish in the Gotham skyline. All except for one man, who watched the building vigilantly, a gun in his hand, scanning the windows for any sign of movement, any hint at the horrors hidden behind its grim facade.
Making himself at home in the doctor's study, the clown had been quick to dismantle his trophies, vandalise his artwork and incinerate his paperwork. "Tut tut tut, a lot of ABBA. You like ABBA, Jerry?" he asked mockingly, as he rifled through Arkham's rather pitiful record collection. "Mama Mia, here we go again..." he muttered under his breath.
His concentration, was disrupted by the sudden crashing of the door, as a black suited man barged into the room; the watcher from outside, who aimed a silver pistol between the clown's soulless eyes, and without a moment's hesitation, pulled the trigger. Before it could reach its target however, the bullet was intercepted by Zoom's gloved hand, who held it between his fingers, mere inches from the clown's face. The breeze from Zoom's arrival had knocked the intruder backwards, separating him from his weapons as he landed at Joker's feet.
"Huh," the clown frowned, an ABBA record still in his hand. "You, sir, look more like a Nirvana fan. You even smell like Teen Spirit to boot. Pwhoar!"
"Youuuuuuuu saaaaaaaaid wewouldbe secure," Zolomon hissed, as he watched the man curiously.
"Uhuh; almost, Hunter. I said almost," the clown corrected him, as he knelt down beside the intruder. "Always read the terms and conditions. You know, I'm slowly beginning to understand what it's like being an Arkham guard... Revolving door indeed... Eraser, isn't it?" he asked. "Awfully hard to keep track of your lot, you know. You multiply like rabbits."
Fiasco snarled. "Go to hell."
"Already been and already barred! It's overrated anyhow and not at all like the brochure," Joker replied.
"Hooooowwwwwwwdid yoooooou find uuuuuus?" Zoom demanded, as he pulled their new prisoner to his feet. Fiasco, stared back at him in utter incomprehension.
"He's asking how you found us, sweetie," Joker said flatly. "In English, Hunter, please."
Fiasco scoffed bitterly. "It wasn't hard; you're all far too sentimental; Day used Arkham as a staging ground in his last big attack. And I knew Crane wouldn't resist getting another shot at revenge neither. Factor in some poetic symmetry, that this was where Drury killed Larson that first time, and boom. Kinda obvious, really."
"Touché..." Joker smirked. "Though I think you'll find it's Carson."
"Daaaaay called him Barson," Zolomon intruded.
"I think you'll find that I don't care either way," Fiasco shot back at them both.
"Oh my, he's a rather sharp witted pencil, isn't he? Adorable," Joker remarked to an unimpressed Zoom. "It's almost a shame that he's been putting threads together. Ones that we simply can not allow to get out... Oh, well."
"Oh, please," Fiasco spat, still struggling in Zoom's grip, "If I know, it's only a matter of time before the Bat does too."
Joker laughed. "Batsy, yes... Now there's an ever present pain in my abdomen; or perhaps that's the appendicitis again... Still, we've got a contingency for that. You've met Spellbinder, wonderful houseguest. Heavy drinker... A real pity, that."
He snapped his fingers, and Billings limped into the room, his eyes widening as they made contact with Fiasco's. "How did you-?" he began, sweating nervously.
"Well, isn't that the question of the hour!" Joker glared maliciously. "I didn't clothe you, feed you and spring you from Blackgate just for some faulty hardware. Imagine if it failed for Batsy, or Drubert, heaven forbid!"
Billings swallowed, avoiding the clown's eyeline. "As I... tried to explain, the illusion holds for long as those affected continue to accept it as their reality. Once rejected or dismissed, however, the illusion loses its hold on the mind and simply... fades away. Like a mirage in the desert."
"Then whatdowe dooooooowith him?" Zoom inquired, glaring at Fiasco, his arm still wrapped around his neck.
Joker smiled. "Keep 'im. I want to have a spare for when Arkham dies."
~-~
Days passed, and still, Fiasco remained The Joker's prisoner. Following a lead from Mr Freeze, Batman had come and gone, with the clown's cabal believing he'd found nothing of note during his brief visit; Fiasco himself had been moved to Crane's old cell.
Meanwhile, in the study, the clown was firing arrows blindly. Strapped to a chair, squirming as each misfire drew closer to his skull, was Jeremiah Arkham, an apple laid atop his sweaty head. About half the arrows had rubber tips; Harmless; The rest, had recently been sharpened. Joker stuck his tongue out, in a display of faux determination and fired his next arrow. "Now, I know you're just a side project, but I can't help but think we've developed a real bond here! And I don't just mean the ropes and zip-ties."
"The Caaaaaaaaalendar Maaaaaan has returned," Zolomon announced, speeding into the room.
Joker turned his head, put his bow on the ground and winked at Arkham. "Goody, send him in. You- don't go anywhere: Can't be far from a nervous breakdown now, huh, Jerry?" he chuckled as strutted over to his captive and took a bite of the apple, spewing chunks into Arkham's hair as he spoke. "Clearly, the apple doesn't fall all that far from the tree. Hah!"
"I know about Fiasco, Joker," Day stormed into the room. "We had an arrangement; The Misfits were mine."
"Yes, an arrangement that was null and void the second that little stripey son of a tree pointed a gun in my face," Joker rolled his eyes. "He's not harmed. Much."
"I trusted you-" Day spluttered.
Joker shrugged. "Eh. You really shouldn't have."
Zoom put himself in-between Joker and Day, placing a hand around the latter's arm. "Enough. Weeeeeeee mussssssssstfind Walker," he insisted. "The Erasaaaaaaaaaser knows Waaaaaaalker. Sohe must bemadeto taaaaaaalk."
"No need," Day replied plainly. "Abner has a lead."
=Tompkins Homeless Shelter. Gotham=
Behind his iron mask, Ferris' nose wrinkled; This was not where he had wanted to meet. He, would've preferred the Iceberg Lounge, even that Olympus bar, run by that delusional Zeus character would be preferable; Provided he'd put a shirt on, that is.
Instead, he was stuck here; in a venue almost certainly chosen to make him as uncomfortable as possible.
The door chimed as a white suited figure entered the building and greeted Ferris. "Hey, don't I know you from somewhere? Maybe an old Hitler Youth ad?" he joked.
Ferris tilted his head upwards. "Krill," he said coldly.
"Adolf," the spotted man smiled snidely.
"Hope you don't mind," he elaborated, as he slid into the chair opposite him. "But the gay bar down the street's closed, and that feminist rally has been rescheduled."
"Sure," Ferris said stiffly.
"Don't worry, you're safe here; free food, doctor/patient confidentiality, the works. Oh, over here, love," Krill called out, as the server, a young Vietnamese woman, placed two hot bowls of noodle soup between them. Krill winked at her, then slurped down the mixture hungrily. Ferris looked back at him, the mask failing to hide the disgust emanating from his body.
"Ordered in advance," Krill slurped, as his free hand waved his phone at Ferris. "Not a problem for you, I'm sure."
"Of course not," Ferris lied, as he watched Krill spoon several clumps of wet noodles into his mouth. "You're a hard man to get a hold of."
Krill raised a warning finger. "And with good reason; I've only ever accepted serious and/or rich clients. Well, and you, I suppose. Might I just say that helmet really brings out your eyes? That is a very deep shade of blue," Krill teased. "Now, you said you had something for me?"
"Correct," Ferris said. "I'd heard you were looking for those... bug boys, Misfits, whatever you wanna call 'em, doesn't matter... About a week ago, I overheard the chi-"
At this, Krill cringed. "Oho, wow. Oh, wow, you're doing a hardcore racist thing- classy. Real high brow," he recoiled.
"Fine," Ferris hissed reluctantly. "I overheard Bookworm mention a school to Sionis. Greendale. Didn't think much of it, until one of my contacts said they spotted Lynns and the ni- Firebug" he breathed in heavily, "In the city center scoffing down ice cream and swinging their swords around."
Krill paused."That's not a homophobic euphemism is it-?" he queried.
"No," Ferris growled, his patience growing thinner.
"Just checking!" Krill shrugged passively. "Still, worth a look. Greendale, did you say? Neato..."
As Krill rose to his feet, he turned back to Ferris, his lip curled. "What is it?" Ferris demanded.
"Y'know, normally, I wouldn't care, but you've piqued my interest... What exactly do you get out of this? If it were Franco, sure, I'd understand, but you? I mean, let's say Sionis got wind of this-"
"Well he's not going to, is he?" Ferris challenged him. Beneath his mask, he smiled as he repeated Franco's own mantra; "The wind's changing, Mr Krill. From what I hear, there's going to be a change in management very soon; I'm just making sure I'm on their side when it comes. And Sionis? Well, Sionis can't exactly weld another mask to my face, can he?"
"No," Krill conceded, a coy smile on his face. "But you can't exactly rule out a codpiece either."
Ask Any Girl has been one of my favorite Poppys for a long time. I never thought I'd get a chance to own her, since she's an older convention doll, but I saw a chance to get her on Ebay and nearly lost my mind. <3 <3 <3 She was transformed into a more natural style by her previous owner but she's still got that AAG thing about her that I just can't pinpoint that I love.
Who are YOUR "Holy Grail" dolls?
Uzak Aşk
Göremezsin sevdiğini
Koklayamazsın, sevemezsin
Elini saçlarına atıp okşayamazsın
Gözlerine bakıp hayallere dalamazsın
Elini tutup umuda doğru koşamazsın
Başın sevdasıyla dönerken yarin
Dizine koyup rahatlayamazsın
Beraberce bağırarak türkü söyleyemezsin
Dünyaya sevdiğini haykıramazsın
Kısacası sevdiğinle hiç bir şey yaşayamazsın
Sadece kalpleriniz birdir
Hayalleriniz birdir
Gönüller birdir.
Sevgiler birdir
İşte bu dur uzaktakini sevmek!
Professor Challenger, who with the two local Indians was in the van of the party, stopped suddenly and pointed excitedly to the right. As he did so we saw, at the distance of a mile or so, something which appeared to be a huge gray bird flap slowly up from the ground and skim smoothly off, flying very low and straight, until it was lost among the tree-ferns.
"Did you see it?" cried Challenger, in exultation. "Summerlee, did you see it?"
His colleague was staring at the spot where the creature had disappeared.
"What do you claim that it was?" he asked.
"To the best of my belief, a pterodactyl."
Summerlee burst into derisive laughter "A pter-fiddlestick!" said he. "It was a stork, if ever I saw one."
Challenger was too furious to speak. He simply swung his pack upon his back and continued upon his march. Lord John came abreast of me, however, and his face was more grave than was his wont. He had his Zeiss glasses in his hand.
"I focused it before it got over the trees," said he. "I won't undertake to say what it was, but I'll risk my reputation as a sportsman that it wasn't any bird that ever I clapped eyes on in my life." - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
They asked me to be home Friday at 6:30.,Then they asked me to make my bag with clothes for summer et to take my passport Then bring me to the airport Theu put a mask and an headphone on my head … ffew hours later I was here
7 cans deep, first one ive been happy with for a while,looks like a late halloween!
ill tune,ill fvideo
Sevdin mi?
Diller susup gözler konuşmalıydı önce
Yalnızlıklar insafa gelip yol vermeliydi aşklara
Sevdin mi?
onu düşünmeliydin onsuzken bile onu özlemeliydin ...
Özlemek kalbine vurgun etmeliydi
Sevinmeliydin güne uyanırken
aynı şehirde olmanın, aynı duyguları paylaşmanın tutkusunu yaşamalıydın
Gözyaşı düşecek olsa gözünden taşan o damla yaş sen olmalıydın...
Dertleriyle dertlenmeyi bilmeliydin..
Birbirlerini tamamlamalıydı aşıklar , hatalarını örtmeliydi
Yüzüne vurmak, anlamsız tartışmalarla boğuşmak yerine,
Bir lokmayı paylaşmalıydı, bencil olmamamalıydılar...
Ağızlara sakız gibi yaşanmamalıydı aşklar...
Sadakat tohumları yeşermeliydi zamana inat
Kırgınlıklar hasta ziyareti gibi olmalıydı
ansızın gelip geçmesini bilmeliydi
Yıllar satır satır roman olmalıydı günün birinde birlikte okumalıydılar hayatı
Çalan şarkı da onlar olmalıydı ...
Ne aşıklar vardı ayrılığa mahkum ama kalpler sabırlıydı
iki ülkenin dikenli telleri gibi
Ayrılıkları aşka gölge düşürmemiş sevdalar vardı...
Güven; salıncağını asla terk etmemeliydi ; sevda eşlik etmeliydi...
Gözler birbiriyle buluştuğu vakit uzun uzadıya seyre dalmalıydı ...
Heyecanları birlikte aynı adımlarle keşfetmeliydiler..
Bunaltmamalıydı sevgi; mutluluklar filizlenmeliydi gönülde...
Artık sevgiler iki günlük samimiyetsizliklerle savaşıyor
Gurursa gardını almış güya sevdayı bekliyor
Evlilikler susuz topraklar gibi çatırdıyor
Çok aşıktım çok sevdim diyorlar yalan oluyorlar
Kırgınlıklar öyle uzuyor ki ölüm kadar insanı boğuyor...
İki sevgili bir bakıyorsun bağırarak kavga ediyorlar
Sevdanın seviyesi düşürüldükçe düşürülüyor
"Sevgi" Yabancı bi kelimeymiş gibi idrak ediliyor
Hala bir yerlerde sevdanın temeli olmalı
Sevmenin sevilmenin saygınlığı biliniyor olmalı
Varsa bir yerlerde böyle sevgi
sevmeyi gerçekten bilenlere ithafen...
ya yaşanmıştır ..
ya da küllenmiştir sevda...
rüzgara karışmıştır...
yada bir yerler de yaşanmak
Senle yaşlanmak için seni bekliyordur
kimbilir...
qamzeli...
YALNIZ BİR OPERA
Ölü bir yılan gibi yatıyordu aramızda
Yorgun, kirli ve umutsuz geçmişim
Oysa bilmediğin birşey vardı sevgilim
Ben sende bütün aşklarımı temize çektim
İmrendiğin, öfkelendiğin
Kızdığın, ya da kıskandığın diyelim
Yani yaşamışlık sandığın
Geçmişim
Dile dökülmeyenin tenhalığında
Kaçırılan bakışlarda
Gündeliğin başıboş ayrıntılarında
Zaman zaman geri tepip duruyordu.
Ve elbet üzerinde durulmuyordu.
Sense kendini hala hayatımdaki herhangi biri sanıyordun,
Biraz daha fazla sevdiğim, biraz daha önem verdiğim.
Başlangıçta doğruydu belki.
Sıradan bir serüven, rastgele bir ilişki gibi başlayıp,
Günden güne hayatıma yayılan, varlığımı ele geçiren,
Büyüyüp kök salan bir aşka bedellendin.
Ve hala bilmiyordun sevgilim
Ben sende bütün aşklarımı temize çektim
Anladığındaysa yapacak tek şey kalmıştı sana
Bütün kazananlar gibi
Terk ettin.
...
Chik-Fil-A called us, and asked us to do a cake for Coke's birthday celebration! This cake was a team effort. It's 30 full sheets of Coca Cola cake, solid chocolate "bottles", sugar "ice", and a big, spinning fondant Coke bottle! Want to know more? Go to www.specialsugar.blogspot.com!
Before asking my wife to take a picture of me as I was heading out the door I asked her if there was anything I could do to improve the look for the night. Her answer: Grow some hips.
I don't think that'll be happening but I may look for bigger pads!
Also just showing off the new things I got at Kohl's during my last D.C. trip. The sweater-dress and the boots together were under $25 so I think I did pretty well.
It was also my first time wearing leggings. I really liked the look so you can bet you'll see more of them in the future.
Aşk Bir Antik Kenttir
Geçmişte kalan günlerden
Bir yığın hüzün kalır elimizde
Ve artarak korkunçlaşan yalnızlık
Ve yaşanamamış hayaller
Kırgındır gönül yaşlıdır
Aşk ise uzaklarda kaybolan
Antik bir kenttir artık
Ok! Asking for some help: I have two Switch heads and I need to get them bodies. Those three are my favourites but I'm not sure about resin match. The easier one to get would be the Littlemonica one (as I can use layaway...) and Sadol's is beautiful too.
But I'm not sure about the sqlab one as the neck seems smaller...
Any help would be wonderful!
NIM and hear Session #41: Ask èm Y - 22.02.2024 - Jazzit Musik Club Salzburg
www.jazzfoto.at/konzertfotos24/_nim-and-hear-ask-em-y-41/...
Besetzung:
Yu Miao: guzheng, electronics
Angelina Ertel: flutes, voice, gemshorn
Stefan Krist: trombone, voice, sound objects
Wang Meng: live visuals
"Ask, and you will be given what you ask for. Seek, and you will find. Knock, and the door will be opened. For everyone who asks, receives. Anyone who seeks, finds. If only you will knock, the door will open."
Matthew 7:7-8
Bir ülkeyi seven insanlar bunca yitirdiklerine rağmen hâlâ o ülkeyi, milleti, devleti temsil eden bayrağa sarılıp onu öpüyorsa onun adı AŞK'tır.
99 yıl oldu rahmetli başöğretmen Mustafa Kemal Atatürk ülkemizi bize teslim edip sevmeyi öğreteli. Hâlâ bu ülkeyi kanla savunmaya devam ediyorsak ve edeceksek bu da AŞK'tır. Belki de tarihin üzerinde en çok kan dökülen topraklarında yaşıyoruz TÜRK MİLLETİ olarak ve kanımız dökülmeye devam ediyor onu bölmeye, parçalamaya, birilerine kul köle etmeye kalkanlara karşı.
Bizi yönetenlerin her devirde yaptıkları hatalara, aldanmışlıklara, aldatılmışlıklara, kibirlere, ihtiraslara rağmen Vatanım diyoruz. Bayrağım diyoruz, Milletim diyoruz, Devletim diyoruz ve onu sevmeye, savunmaya devam ediyoruz.
Allah Mustafa Kemal Atatürk eliyle, beyniyle, arkadaşlarıyla ve ardına düşmüş Türk Milletiyle kurdurduğu bu ülkeyi TÜRKİYE CUMHURİYETİ'ni aziz eylesin, uzun ömürlü etsin. Bizi de kıymetini bilenlerden etsin.
Mustafa Kemal Atatürk ve onun yanında ve ardında ülkemizi kuranların kabirlerini daha da nurlandırsın. Rahmetiyle muamele etsin. O'na düşman olan aslında TÜRK MİLLETİ'nin düşmanıdır, bunu da Milletimizin ferasetini arttırarak idrakını nasip etsin ve bu asalaklardan bir an önce kurtulmayı nasip etsin. 99 senedir devam eden ülkemizi 100. yılına ermeye ve nice uzun yıllar dertsiz tasasız yaşamayı, yaşatmayı nasip etsin.
29 Ekim Cumhuriyet Bayramımız kutlu olsun.
NE MUTLU TÜRKÜM DİYENE.
Fotoğraf sayın Sevgi Aksoy'un bir resim çalışmasının görüntüsüdür. Kendisine çalışması için tebrik ve teşekkürlerimi sunuyorum.
Nikon D300S + Nikon 50mm f:1.8 series E
TC-ASK - Boeing B-767-269/ER - Birgenair (untitled)
at Duesseldorf International Airport (DUS) in 1996
c/n 23.280 - built in 1985 for Kuwait Airways -
operated by Birgenair between 05/1995 and 05/1996- subleased to ALAS Nacionales as HI-660CA from 10/1995 until 03/1996
(after the crash of Birgenair flight 301 - 06.02.96- Birgenair removed the titles)
currently in service with Sunny Airways as HS-KOA
scanned from Kodachrome-slide
In the engine room aboard SS Jeremiah O'Brien
SS Jeremiah O'Brien (ship's web site):
SS Jeremiah O'Brien (Wikipedia):
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SS_Jeremiah_O'Brien
Liberty Ship (Wikipedia):
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liberty_ship
Compound Steam Engine (Wikipedia):
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compound_steam_engine
Engineering Reference
(San Francisco Maritime National Park Association):