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Catalog #: 10_0012668
Title: Airmail Crash
Additional Information: Aircraft Accident Image
Tags: Airmail Crash, Aircraft Accident Image
Repository: San Diego Air and Space Museum Archive
Catalog #: 10_0012874
Title: Airmail Crash
Additional Information: Aircraft Accident Image
Tags: Airmail Crash, Aircraft Accident Image
Repository: San Diego Air and Space Museum Archive
Here is an example of what not to do!
I arrived at this before the emergency crews did.
The driver of the pick-up truck was trying to pass on a two lane road, while driving too fast and he lost control. He is the one crouched down to the left wearing the white shirt and was being assisted by someone.
Note - there are auto parts debris stuck into the passanger side windshield of the Honda car. No one was seriously injured.
Photos of an overturned garbage truck being delivered brand new from it's manufacturing plant in Minnesota. There were no injuries in the crash. But, it took several tow trucks hours to extract it from the ravine in which it ended on its side.
First bus SN11FPA after it had crashed into the railway bridge on Cook Street Glasgow on Sunday 21st May 2023
Joost Conijn Solo - March 3, 2007 - May 6, 2007 in Museum Boijmans van Beuningen Rotterdam -
The wreckage of the selfmade airplane is hoisted into the inner garden of the Boijmans van Beuningen Museum in Rotterdam. After its maiden flight late 1999 in the middle of a Moroccan desert the artist also flew the plane in Czech Republic. In an attempt to stay clear of highv-oltage powerlines Joost Conijn crashed the plane. Nobody got hurt but the plane was damaged beyond repair. Now it's part of an exhibition showing films and other creations by the Dutch artist.
A wood-burning car, a self-constructed aeroplane and a bicycle that rides backwards. Joost Conijn (Amsterdam, 1971) builds vehicles and travels with them to the fringes of 'modern' civilisation. He records his experiences and encounters along the way on video. The people he comes across take him, his vehicle and his camera to their hearts. The viewer thus gains access to an unconventional reality that is at once infectious and confrontational. www.boijmans.nl
Joost Conijn *1971, lives in Tilburg and Amsterda Airplane, 2000, video film, 28 min
Ever since his childhood, Joost Conijn has been travelling the world. He never misses a chance to go somewhere. What fascinates him in his travels is the meaning of transportation and situations that travelling leaves imprinted on his mind. When he was 20, he reached as far as India by bicycle, and two years ago he got his flying licence. And this is in fact the point of departure for the work he presents at Manifesta 3. It starts with an uncontrollable urge to fly. He produces concrete objects, mostly made of metal, and most of which are functional. He uses iron, motorcycles and bicycles as literal extensions of his body, and video as the narrative extension of his appearance. He is constantly asking himself where the human body ends and where the machine begins. His work is centred on the elements common to man and machine, as well as on relations between society and art. At the same time, he investigates the frontiers that go beyond mental and cultural tenets. He is primarily interested in experimentation and risk-taking and in the realisation of impossible projects, particularly those projects which are considered unfeasible by most people. His plans are always brief and simple, formulated with a few words. The realisation of these projects means months of work and learning experiences involving the most diverse events and challenges. He uses the objects and opportunities that are offered to him in his project. He comes to situations with the broadest of horizons, so that both the work process and the final result are revealed without any great complications. In 1999 Joost Conijn was building an aircraft. He exhibited it on the roof of De Fabriek in Eindhoven. The true meaning of the aircraft is not in its artistic value, but rather, in its functionality, as the aircraft was built with the performance of its primary function in mind - namely, flying. The artist scheduled its maiden flight for late 1999 in the middle of a Moroccan desert. The desert as a space excites him particularly, due to its vast landscape, the infinite space and total boundlessness. And the desert is also a space where there is nothing - no houses and no rules. The Sahara was thus the closest space for unhindered testing of the aircraft. The entire process from design, its installation on the rooftop of De Fabriek, testing of its functions, the transport - including all the vicissitudes of travel to and across the Sahara - and finally the first flight tests were recorded by the artist on film.
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One of the Israeli pilots in the Battle of Mansoura
Flight overalls and a crash helmet of an Israeli pilot
These belongings were collected from the fields of the residents of Mansoura Center after the fierce aerial battle that took place on October 14, 1973
Dutch Intelligence Agency AIVD.
Twee van de vele crashpalen rondom het gebouw. De crashpalen aan de Europaweg / Zwaardslootseweg zijn voorzien van een lampje. Erg mooi ’s avonds. Helaas hebben niet alle crashpalen een lampje.
Two of the many crash poles around the building. The crash poles along the Europaweg/Zwaardslootseweg have a little lamp inside. Very pretty sight at night. Unfortunately not all crash poles have such lamps.
The monitor of my crashed Dell GX180. It was scheduled for replacement next month, but fell ill a few weeks too early. I hope the hard drive can be recovered.
Later became a professional baseball player whose career inspired the movie Bull Durham
Repository: Duke University Archives. Durham, North Carolina, USA. library.duke.edu/uarchives
Looking back up the trail from where I landed. This trail down to the Obleralp Pass was crazy steep (see the elevation profile), tight, and rocky. I launched over the bars for this one, landed fine on my hands (no bruising, thankfully), and then decided this would make a good photo.
1946 --- Howard Hughes After the Plane Accident.
After miraculously surviving the terrifying impact, Howard managed to free himself from the crumpled cockpit, but collapsed on what was left of the burning wing. In another extreme stroke of luck, a Marine,William Durkin, who happened to be in a nearby house heard the crash and came running. He carried Hughes away from the burning wreckage, saving his life. That marine refused all offers of riches by Howard, saying, he just did what was right.
Pedestrians and police run as a tower of the World Trade Center collapses, after two planes crashed into the complex destroying New York's mighty twin towers September 11, 2001. Three hijacked planes crashed into U.S. landmarks on Tuesday, destroying both of New York's mighty twin towers and plunging the Pentagon in Washington into flames in an unprecedented assault on key symbols of U.S. military and financial power. REUTERS/Reuters TV
A truck today that blew through a major intersection in front of our shop. The driver wrecked 5 vehicles when he ran through the light at what was believed to be 70-80 mph. Witnesses said they saw the truck above the roof level of a line of Escalades parked on our front line. The driver ran(!) through the parking lot as two men gave chase. He was tackled between our shops by our 68 year old body shop manager! Police quickly arrived. It was a very strange scene I saw unfold here today.
The other side: www.flickr.com/photos/ewh442/2949717323/in/photostream/
Francesco Guccini - La Locomotiva
Non so che viso avesse, neppure come si chiamava,
con che voce parlasse, con quale voce poi cantava,
quanti anni avesse visto allora, di che colore i suoi capelli,
ma nella fantasia ho l'immagine sua:
gli eroi son tutti giovani e belli,
gli eroi son tutti giovani e belli,
gli eroi son tutti giovani e belli...
Conosco invece l'epoca dei fatti, qual' era il suo mestiere:
i primi anni del secolo, macchinista, ferroviere,
i tempi in cui si cominciava la guerra santa dei pezzenti
sembrava il treno anch' esso un mito di progresso
lanciato sopra i continenti,
lanciato sopra i continenti,
lanciato sopra i continenti...
E la locomotiva sembrava fosse un mostro strano
che l'uomo dominava con il pensiero e con la mano:
ruggendo si lasciava indietro distanze che sembravano infinite,
sembrava avesse dentro un potere tremendo,
la stessa forza della dinamite,
la stessa forza della dinamite,
la stessa forza della dinamite..
Ma un' altra grande forza spiegava allora le sue ali,
parole che dicevano "gli uomini son tutti uguali"
e contro ai re e ai tiranni scoppiava nella via
la bomba proletaria e illuminava l' aria
la fiaccola dell' anarchia,
la fiaccola dell' anarchia,
la fiaccola dell' anarchia...
Un treno tutti i giorni passava per la sua stazione,
un treno di lusso, lontana destinazione:
vedeva gente riverita, pensava a quei velluti, agli ori,
pensava al magro giorno della sua gente attorno,
pensava un treno pieno di signori,
pensava un treno pieno di signori,
pensava un treno pieno di signori...
Non so che cosa accadde, perchè prese la decisione,
forse una rabbia antica, generazioni senza nome
che urlarono vendetta, gli accecarono il cuore:
dimenticò pietà, scordò la sua bontà,
la bomba sua la macchina a vapore,
la bomba sua la macchina a vapore,
la bomba sua la macchina a vapore...
E sul binario stava la locomotiva,
la macchina pulsante sembrava fosse cosa viva,
sembrava un giovane puledro che appena liberato il freno
mordesse la rotaia con muscoli d' acciaio,
con forza cieca di baleno,
con forza cieca di baleno,
con forza cieca di baleno...
E un giorno come gli altri, ma forse con più rabbia in corpo
pensò che aveva il modo di riparare a qualche torto.
Salì sul mostro che dormiva, cercò di mandar via la sua paura
e prima di pensare a quel che stava a fare,
il mostro divorava la pianura,
il mostro divorava la pianura,
il mostro divorava la pianura...
Correva l' altro treno ignaro e quasi senza fretta,
nessuno immaginava di andare verso la vendetta,
ma alla stazione di Bologna arrivò la notizia in un baleno:
"notizia di emergenza, agite con urgenza,
un pazzo si è lanciato contro al treno,
un pazzo si è lanciato contro al treno,
un pazzo si è lanciato contro al treno..."
Ma intanto corre, corre, corre la locomotiva
e sibila il vapore e sembra quasi cosa viva
e sembra dire ai contadini curvi il fischio che si spande in aria:
"Fratello, non temere, che corro al mio dovere!
Trionfi la giustizia proletaria!
Trionfi la giustizia proletaria!
Trionfi la giustizia proletaria!"
E intanto corre corre corre sempre più forte
e corre corre corre corre verso la morte
e niente ormai può trattenere l' immensa forza distruttrice,
aspetta sol lo schianto e poi che giunga il manto
della grande consolatrice,
della grande consolatrice,
della grande consolatrice...
La storia ci racconta come finì la corsa
la macchina deviata lungo una linea morta...
con l' ultimo suo grido d' animale la macchina eruttò lapilli e lava,
esplose contro il cielo, poi il fumo sparse il velo:
lo raccolsero che ancora respirava,
lo raccolsero che ancora respirava,
lo raccolsero che ancora respirava...
Ma a noi piace pensarlo ancora dietro al motore
mentre fa correr via la macchina a vapore
e che ci giunga un giorno ancora la notizia
di una locomotiva, come una cosa viva,
lanciata a bomba contro l' ingiustizia,
lanciata a bomba contro l' ingiustizia,
lanciata a bomba contro l' ingiustizia!
This is what my first motorcycle looked like after I threw it down the road.
Photo taken at the recovery yard.
So, after a succession of named storms through the end of 2024, 2025 was blown in by the most severe one, at least here in Kent, and appeared to be un-named.
The wind blew through most of New Year's Eve, causing hundreds of celebration events to be cancelled, so the country battened down the hatches and waited it out.
New Year's Day, at dawn, the storm had reintensifed and was gusting to nearly 70mph. The wind howled around our house up here on the downs, though the house seems undamaged.
High tide was just before midday, so at eleven we went out, first to St Martin's Battery, then down onto Shakespeare Beach itself, where the waves were crashing on the beach, and in little more than ten minutes we got soaked, but I got some shots.
The winds suddenly dies at three, and all was eerily quiet.
Having gone to bear early, we were up at six, and the wind was wild outside. We had coffee and breakfast, then waited until near high tide to go out.
I passed the time watching planes land at LHR in the strong crosswinds courtesy of BigJet.tv.
The roads were quiet, and only one ferry in dock, though there was inbound, but we couldn't see it quite yet.
Up at the battery, I went out and took shots of the waves crashing over Dover Marine station, and then the incoming DFDS ferry that was battling against the waves trying to get into the harbour.
That would have been a very rough crossing.
We then went down to the bast of Admiralty Pier, lots of parking at the pier was closed, so grabbing the camera we walked round to the track to the beach, and full force of the wind hit us.
That and the sea waver flung from the top of the crashing waves.
We struggled up the beach to the high tide mark, than we could see the waves beaching a few yards in front of us.
We struggled to stay upright, and were getting wet by the rain and waves, so after rattling a few shots off, we scuttled back to the car and came home.
The wind did drop, but as the Met Office promised, the winds were replaced by four hours of heavy rain, though by then it was really too dark to see it falling, though in the bathroom you could hear it beating down on the flat roof.
At three, Norwich kicked off on the tellybox, away at Luton. Never a happy hunting ground for us. And after a bright first half, we faded, until Núñez let rip with a shot from distance, that went through several players, out of the reach of the keeper and into the corner of the net.
1-0.
There was more football, but there had been five hours of it up to that point, so soon after supper, we both headed to bed to read before turning in at nine, as tomorrow we were both back at work.
This poor fellow wasn't able to drive his boat too straight and crashed into the reeds. Taken in Lake Titicaca, Peru.
This pic goes back to the beginning of summer. We came home on the evening of Memorial Day to see a ruckus in our neighborhood. As we drew closer it appeared to be a traffic accident. As we got even closer we realized that a Jeep had run off the road and crashed through our back yard privacy fence. We were very glad that the dogs were not outside.
Just one of the things that has kept me busy this summer.
© 2012 A L Christensen
Catalog #: 10_0012703
Title: Airmail Crash
Additional Information: Aircraft Accident Image
Tags: Airmail Crash, Aircraft Accident Image
Repository: San Diego Air and Space Museum Archive
No idea what happened. Well, I have some idea what happened. Someone drove their vehicle off-road and into some parked vehicles, a utility pole and a tree. Why they did that I can only speculate.
Per Bath Police via Twitter: 'West Market St in the City of Fairlawn is COMPLETELY CLOSED between Ghent Rd and Morewood Rd. East bound and West bound lanes are closed.'