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The waves of the Pacific Ocean crash down over Seal Rocks at sunset. Taken from the Sutro Baths area of San Francisco, California. © 2013 www.paulreiffer.com
Caída de John Hopkins. Kawasaki Racing Team. Entrenamientos libres del Gran Premio de España de Moto GP
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I threw in a little twist. I hope you don't mind Alice....
This photo crashed my Mac in Ultra mode [1st October 2023]. It was the photo I wanted and it was lost. I had a big hiatus until I tried taking photos again. I have lost my fave season: October.
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Species Of Fishes - Crash Recovery
Bus crash in Rotherham Bus Station 9th December 2000. Bus gone through barrier and hangs over the River Don.
B-24J # 42-50564 crash site.
The flight began in Sioux City, Iowa with 2 planes ordered to fly in formation on a special night training mission to Walla Walla, Washington. Leaving Sioux City late in the afternoon they were around Casper Wyoming when the sun was setting the 2nd plane of the flight developed radio and compass problems and followed the lead plane to Boise, Idaho where they both refueled and took off again without fixing the radio and compass problems of the second plane.
The crew we are here to honor was the lead plane who were all combat veterans of the European theater yet fate with this mountain got in the way of their destination. In the dark, with a weather front and rain moving through the Blue Mountains they mistook the lights of La Grande for the lights of Pendleton and turned onto a heading to take them to Walla Walla. Beginning to lose altitude for landing brought them to this spot and nearly leading the second plane to the same fate. Seeing the fireball, the pilot and copilot of the second plane pulled up adding power not before caving in its Bombay doors and losing the left-wing tip to the trees here on the ridge. Yet they were able to fly their crippled bomber on to Walla Walla and landed safely.
Swiss Jazz Club series Crash Cruise
Gig Poster [non commercial In the meanwhile work]
B2 CMYK print on paper. Unfinished.
the often photographed remains of the Boeing Superfortress B-29A which crashed into Shelf Moor on Bleaklow in November 1948.
When you feel all alone
And the world has turned its back on you
Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart
I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you
It's hard to find relief and people can be so cold
When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore
When you feel all alone
And a loyal friend is hard to find
You're caught in a one way street
With the monsters in your head
When hopes and dreams are far away and
You feel like you can't face the day
then come closer to me
“I don't care to be involved in the crash-landing unless I can be in on the take-off”- Harold Stassen
This is a picture of one of my ART trials that goes towards my exam work. the exam question is force so I looked at destruction and showed it with a limo crashing into a wall. this was a quick tester and I think It looks quite smart!
what do you guys think??
The NASA Ames Research Center Fire Department, Moffett Field Fire Station undertook their FAA mandated annual Airport Rescue & Fire Fighting training at Moffett Field in October 2011. The training exercise utilized the mobile Aircraft Rescue Fire Trainer from Kellogg Community College in Michigan, the nations first FAA approved mobile simulator.
Four of the Fire department's Crash rigs participated in the three day exercise, which include a night training session. All the crews at Moffett Field fire station rotated through the exercise over the three day period.
Moffett Crash 8 is an Oshkosh Ti-1000 ARFF Engine.
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Friday, July 19th
Waking up occurs far too early. Having been freezing all night, I am suddenly too warm.
The campsite is in a cow parsley field, and I spend most of the holiday sick with hayfever, struggling to enjoy the things I'd usually love. My head is thick, my stomach churns and I use too many packs of tissues, as well as too many pills to try and cure it.
We head for Whitby town, and meander around until we find a dog-friendly cafe. Lewis's breakfast is the biggest I've ever seen, and my hot chocolate and cake nearly kills me with sweetness. I can still taste sugar hours later. The town has the charm of a seaside resort, but the absence of arcades and seeming affluence comes (I guess) from the fact it is a fishing port, rather than a beach. It's awash with tourists and dogs, but its presence is very much a local one.
We drive round the abbey (it's too misty to see, or want to pay to walk around), then head out to a small mining village on the coast described in our wild swimming book. I'm intrigued and not disappointed by the description - it's eerie, with spookily derelict houses and a pier which is crumbling and plastered with red warning signs saying 'DANGER'. A few fishermen have ignored this and stumbled over the rock infill in the pier, and we do the same. I wonder if it will collapse even more, and why this town has been so severely deserted. It has the potential to be very beautiful, but I kind of enjoy its scariness. This is taken from the pier. We don't swim; the water is rough, and the edges rusted.
In the evening we walk down into the bay, and the dog, mum and I paddle briefly. Amy mistakes a man's crabbing net for a stick she can fetch, and while he isn't looking she snatches it from his hands, much to his bewilderment. I feel bad for the man, but I am crippled with laughter. Eventually, she returns it, and he sees the funny side too (thankfully, and perhaps thanks to his young son).
We head to the pub and I drink Pimm's thirstily, managing to become a little tipsy in the long wait before the pub serves food. It's delicious, though; a hearty lasagne. Back to the tent, to bundle beneath blankets in camping chairs and read my kindle by torchlight while the dog snores from Mum's bed.
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