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München-Riem
1980
EC-DFP
Sud Aviation SE-210 Caravelle 10B3 Super B
257
Trabajos Aéreos y Enlaces (TAE)
EC-DFP is coming in to land on Riem’s runway 07.
Information from flick - thanks to Kerry Taylor:
Delivered new to Sterling Airways as OY-STF on 12Feb69. Leased to Sterling Philippines on 04Oct75 and reregistered to RP-C123 in Nov75. Leased to TAE as EC-DFP in Mar79. Returned to Sterling as OY-STF in Jan81. Back to TAE as EC-DFP Jun81. Back to Sterling as OY-STF on 07Nov81. Leased to Baltic Aviation on 26Oct88. Returned to Sterling 24Mar89. Sold to Aerosucre Colombia as HK-3806 on 26Nov92. Reregistered to HK-3806X in Dec95. Grounded around 2001 and scrapped.
Registration details for this airframe:
www.scramble.nl/database/civil/details/se210_259
This airframe as RP-C123 with Sterling Philippines at FUK in December 1977:
freighter.flyteam.jp/photo/1124693/960x960.jpg
EC-DFP with TAE at HAM in August 1981 (slightly modified colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/digro/50956151118
OY-STF with Baltic Airlines at SEN in November 1988:
www.flickr.com/photos/chrischenn76/6852031722
This airframe as HK-3805X with Aérosucre Colombia at REC in 1992 (basic Sterling colours):
imgproc.airliners.net/photos/airliners/3/7/2/1050273.jpg
This airframe as HK-3805 with Aérosucre Colombia at BOG in August 1994:
www.planes.cz/photo/1116/1116143/1116143.jpg
Scan from Kodachrome slide.
Now let me tell him my long long list as sissy has to wait.
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This is my LC Verse Carnage, I decided to keep the torso and legs for him because I thought it suited him more than anything I tried out. I gave him a more "Superior Carnage" look to his head and tentacles rather than the simple venom looking one. I also changed his name to something I found kind of interesting. The people who created Carnage were apparently going to call him "Ravage" but decided to change it to "Carnage". I thought this suited him quiet well however so decided to go with it.
Tell me what y'all think! My version of his backstory is below!
LC Verse Spider-Man
Ravage - Cletus Kasady
- Normon Osborn realised after the "betrayal" of Parasite (Agent Venom) he needed a more savage version of the creature. One who doesn't have a cool head to gather his thoughts, because that's what caused him to lose Parasite to join Spider-Man when he was convinced by the hero to be good. So Norman used his OSCORP facilities to genetically alter Banshee (Scream) so she produced 1 offspring through Asexual reproduction. He then realised that the symbiotes mimicked their hosts personalities so he decided to select a crazed individual and who better than a psychopath?
- Cletus Kasady was approached by OSCORP and was fused with the symbiote, immediately it took on the savage personality and radiated with rage. He called himself Ravage and now follows Norman Osborns orders to kill Spider-Man.
“Has any bear seen Barnaby? I think the man is looking for him so he can make his usual mess of our picture.” Said Posh Bear looking around his friends for help.
“Not today, Posh, I saw him just before last sleep.” Said Bertie trying to think when that was.
“Me neither, Posh, I am sure he will be found soon.” Said Sky feeling self-assured that his friend was not lost.
They all heard a little laugh and then a voice that sounded a little like that of Barnaby but slightly muffled.
“I’m here all the time. You can’t see me though because I am hiding in campyflauge like a secret agent.”
“Where are you Barnaby, the man is looking for you?”
“It is a secret Posh, I am on a secret mission and so must not reveal my identity or where I am.”
“Barnaby, what is your secret mission?” Asked Bertie looking confused.
“I can’t tell you, Bertie, it is a secret. In fact, it is so much a secret that even I do not know. What I do know is that hiding and being cabbageflauged is good fun. I think I am very good at it for none of you can see me and even the man is not seeing me.”
“Can you give us a clue as to where you are, Barnaby?” Asked Posh Bear.
“No, that is a secret, plus, I am not sure that I know. Posh, I think I have decided that when I become a genius, like our best friend Sky, I want to become a secret agent.”
“Barnaby, do you know what a secret agent does?” Asked Sky sounding like he was fed up with losing all the attention he normally gets.
“Of course not, silly Sky, that is why they are called secret agents. I do know they have to be good at countryflauged just like me. Anyway Sky, you being a genius like you are, I am surprised you do not know already.”
“As it happens Barnaby, I do know what a secret agent does.” Said Sky confidently, even if he didn’t really know.
“Sky, can you tell me then please? I think I do need to know before I devote myself to this calling.”
“Of course not, silly Barnaby. It is a secret and that is why they are called secret agents.” Said Sky grinning ear to ear.
“Okay, I don’t mind, I will ask Ellie and see if she knows when I find her. Has anyone seen Ellie about please?”
“No Barnaby, perhaps she is also camouflaged.” Said Bertie and they all giggled even Barnaby.
“I would not be surprised Bertie, is a lot of fun.” Said Barnaby.
Moments later the man having given up on finding Barnaby set his camera up and took the photograph.
Just as the man was taking the photograph a little voice was heard by the bears.
“Bertie, what is camouflaged?”
“It means it is hidden away, Barnaby, just like you.”
“Like cabbageflauged I suppose.” Replied Barnaby feeling very satisfied that his mission had gone off successfully.
Photo from the Herwart Schneider collection and kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.
München-Riem
Summer 1990
F-GKES
Grumman G-159 Gulfstream I
166
Air Provence International
F-GKES is taxiing to Riem’s runway 25 for take-off. Air Provence International operated this airframe between March and December 1990 only (source: planelogger.com).
Information from airhistory.net - thanks to Paul Seymour:
Registered as N791G in 1965, N67CR in 1966, N20CR in 1969, N75DM in 1977, N725RA in 1985, F-GKES then HB-IRQ in 1990, 4X-ARG in 1993 and D2-EXB in 1999. Scrapped at Lanseria in 2009.
Registration details for this airframe:
www.planelogger.com/Aircraft/Registration/F-GKES/776835
Detailed history of this airframe including photos:
This airframe as N20CR with National Cash Register Co. at LGA in June 1971:
abpic.co.uk/pictures/view/1938113
This airframe as N75DM with NDM Corporation ca. 1978:
g159hrm.com/_Media/14461116914167_med.jpeg
This airframe as N725RA with Royale Airlines at SHV in April 1986:
www.flickr.com/photos/61478228@N03/52918493804
This airframe as HB-IRQ with Leopair at GVA in January 1991:
www.flickr.com/photos/134062278@N02/50901828562
This airframe as 4X-ARG with Aeroel Airways at ATH in December 1993:
www.flickr.com/photos/gp707/54131986055
This airframe as D2-EXB with Intertransit at JNB in October 2003:
www.flickr.com/photos/158949556@N05/39004259400
D2-EXB at HLA in September 2007:
www.flickr.com/photos/11292749@N00/2915636904
Scan from Kodachrome slide.
Splendid pink male Galah is posing beautifully for me at the top of an Umbrella Tree.The ripening fruit makes a nice perch for him and tones in with his own colouring.He was only there because I'd come down to take some pics and he'd flown there from the feeder.Broke my own "rule" about fitting in the end of branches, as you can see :-( .
BNSF's Cowley Turn twists slowly thru the scenic Himes Canyon. The canyon is located where the Bighorn River cuts thru this mountain between Kane and Himes, Wyoming. .... The Cowley Turn originates at Greybull, Wyoming and serves the numerous mineral and agricultural producers north along the scenic Bighorn River.
This is a re-worked version of the earlier MOC I uploaded this week.
The Tree and bottom bits, roots and things have been re-done. Also, you can't see him in this photo, but all four hobbits are now the right mini-figs (in the previous version, Pippin was just the Frodo figure from the Gandolf Arrives set).
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VV1XWJN3nJo
I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm, he came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well, you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know
Seem to care what your heart is for
But I don't know him anymore
There's nothing where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine, I'm torn
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late, I'm already torn
So I guess the fortune teller's right
I should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light
But you crawled beneath my veins
And now I don't care, I have no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can't touch, I'm torn
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late, I'm already torn, torn
There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's right, I'm torn
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see
The perfect sky is torn
I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late, I'm already torn, torn
A friend was in town over the weekend, took some photos for him at a local park. Striking fella, ain't he!
Red Light District has some really naughty items out this round! Come check it out July 15th - 12pm SLT noon!
"Him & I"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SA7AIQw-7Ms
Credits:
[Aleutia] Jesslyn (Maitreya): @ RLD July 15th
Thirst: THIRST-XHARNESS @ RLD July 15th
{Ghoul} Runa Legband: @ RLD July 15th
Figure 8: Narcissus Mirror RLD July 15th
Never Totally Dead...: Bar Stool RLD July 15th
Ahegao - Crystal Collar: RLD July 15th
DOUX - Lucia Hairstyle [M]
.03 [ kunst ] - Vintage photo backdrop RARE
.03 [ kunst ] - Vintage chair
.07 [ kunst ] - Vintage studio soft lamp (a)
Catwa Lona Head
Maitreya Lara Mesh Body
The Vietnamese gentleman was jokingly trying to get this young woman to give him her cell phone for a souvenir He was a new citizen and celebrating his first 4th of July. Quite a character.
Photo taken by Herwart Schneider and kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.
München-Riem
September 1979
Three Aeroflot aircraft types on the Riem ramp at the same time: a Tu-134A (unidentified), Tu-154B CCCP-85220 (c/n 77A220) and Ilyushin Il62M CCCP-86485 (c/n 3830912). They wear additional "Official Olympic Carrier" titles. The tails of a Swissair DC-9 and Capitol DC-8 are also visible in the background.
Scan from Kodachrome slide.
This was taken at midnight. When I turned away from looking in the viewfinder, there was a man standing directly behind me, apparently he'd been looking over my shoulder. He told me that he was trying to see exactly what I was seeing. He told me he was there to commit suicide, that he had intended on jumping from the bridge we were standing on. We talked for quite a while and I managed to talk him out of it. You never know what you'll come across in the city at night.
After the death of his beloved Rancor, Malakili, the Rancor Keeper, was inconsolable. Fearing the wrath of an angry boss, the in-house entertainers, the Max Rebo band, decide to cheer Jabba the Hutt up with a swinging symphony of sounds. After hearing Malakili wailing in the lonely corridors of the palace, the band invite him on stage to close out the gig with a sombre blues original called "Jedi scum killed my dearest one.”
Several inches of fresh snow is not quite how I was hoping to start off April, but it sure makes for photogenic settings. I couldn't resist visiting this guy who was cooperative as always. I've yet to capture him in full display but have seen him perform this behavior more frequently over the past few days, so hopefully after a week of nice weather things will start getting interesting.
One morning, back in 2001, I embarked on one of my many bargain-hunting excursions with my childhood mate. Our plans included him taking me to a couple of his favourite NYC outdoor flea markets.
One could call me a skeptic long before it was supposed, so I really never thought I'd find a bargain in NYC - much less in trendy Chelsea. He & I had grown up in S.C. & had thrifted our way from there to NYC, so this market was more-or-less just supposed to be about spending a quality time with a mate.
After digging through many piles of crap that I knew these sellers had grabbed for nothing elsewhere & were selling for not-so-bargain, bargain prices, I stumbled across these four metal claw-foot, with glass ball end "thingies".
They were in a massive junk pile in a basket on the ground & I was immediately & inexplicably drawn to them. Without thinking, I'd decided I HAD to have them - whatever they were - and didn't know why.
I managed to haggle the merchant down to $5 and as the burly stall-holder was placing them in a paper bag, he explained they were old piano stool leg ends. I repressed a smile, because without knowing it, he'd answered the "I don't know why the hell I'm buying this" question rattling silently about in my mind.
You see, my Mum's a pianist. Growing up, she was actually the lady in church pianist. I remember sitting in the pews, watching her play & it made me feel so proud - that was MY MUM up there! My great Grandmother - long gone before I was born - had also been a musician. She was actually a music teacher - an educated woman in America - way before the education of women was the "norm".
So, there I was, in NYC, digging through piles of crap - the energy of my ancestor deftly guiding my hands to these objects I felt I HAD to have, but wasn't certain why. And before I even had the chance to contemplate the matter, here was this surly gentleman unwittingly tieing my illogical impulse purchase neatly together.
Sometimes, life seems so clear. Sometimes, we think it's clear & we have retrospect moments when we realise situations weren't as they had first appeared. Life gets messy. We tend to get mired in the insignificant & don't even know it's occurring.
On this day, in Chelsea, without expectation or want, I'd received a gift. I decided to honour this gift by designing a pot rack entirely around my find. The wall-mounts are adjustable Umbra curtain rod mounts (Bed Bath & Beyond), the white bars are simple wooden dowels (hardware store) painted white. The cast-iron skillets are my Grandmother's & the ends are, well you know what they are.
This wall's just to the left of my bedroom entryway & every time I walk through, I smile & remember the day my great-grandmother guided & spoke to me, though we had never met.
I try to stay humble & kind & to remember the simple things in life are the things which hold the most meaning. It is now 2008 & I am again reminded that wherever I go, the spirit & the strength of my ancestors surrounds me. For this, I am grateful. To you all, a loving thank you, for I know we shall meet one day.
photographer: a. golden, eyewash design: 01 Jan. 08, NYC
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The cow on the left and the calf in the middle are the ones I posted earlier this month. The cow on the right was peacefully grazing nearby and kept getting closer. I thought maybe the mom might get a bit defensive, but all remained calm. Again, this is two cows and one calf...not a cow and two calves. The cow on the right is on lower ground, making her looks smaller.
This was taken during the rut and there was a large bull nearby but he stubbornly remained in tall, dense willows so no shot of him on this day.
Bighorn National Forest, Wyoming.
en.easternlightning.org/videos/offering-a-heart-up-to-God...
Introduction
Hey, brothers and sisters, let’s sing and dance to praise God!
Okay!
Brothers and sisters, let’s swing into action; don’t be embarrassed or feel shy.
God cares not if our movements are good or bad, only genuine praise makes Him happy.
If you want to praise Him with all of your heart, set aside your pride and swing into action.
God cares not how old we are, nor how many of us here stand.
Sincere praise sets our spirit free. Give all glory to God.
Praising God with our whole heart brings joy, God’s grace is surely bestowed on us.
Brothers and sisters come and praise God; it’s our duty to praise Him with all our heart.
Those who praise Him will receive His blessings, for which all wealth on earth cannot be traded.
We are fortunate to be raised before God; it’s God’s grace and profound love.
No king is more blessed than we are, we shall not look down upon ourselves.
Offer a sincere heart up to God, all created beings praise Him heartily.
Today we live in the kingdom, uplifted by God to be His people.
All glory be to Almighty God; those with a heart of love for God come and praise Him.
All glory be to Almighty God; those with a heart of love for God come and praise Him.
Those with a heart of love for God come and praise Him, praise Him.
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I'd come over with a camera because there was a juvenile male king parrot about. The handful of seeds was to encourage him to come into the open where there was more light and he wouldn't be backlit.
That's when an adult male flew into him and spoiled everything. Now there was no chance of him coming out of cover.
None of that meant a thing to these opportunists. This pair of crested pigeons pounced on the unattended goodies. Personally, I think of them as pointy pigeons — it makes more sense, and rolls off the tongue more easily. The female is on the left. The big lump, his head a blurred pecking machine, is the male. I know this for certain because he'd done his silly tail up jig. She was having none of it. What she wanted was lunch.
There's other different things in the frame: a horseshoe, complete with still clinched nails and in the background, a very rusted, very, very large bit. I have no notion how that shoe with clinched nails could have made it off a hoof, but it conveniently stops bird seed flying everywhere. There was a horse's skull in the paddock for a time so I do wonder if the two things were related. Stuff like this keeps turning up: broken china, odd spoons, bottles of all sorts, even a Victorian Era Army belt buckle, pre-Federation, with the British Royal motto. Yep, that's different!
He stood on the edge of the world, a lone figure suspended between sky and stone. Before him sprawled New Zealand's Southern Alps, their peaks — Poseidon, Sarpedon, Amphion — rising like silent arguments carved from light and ice. The glacier unfurled its pale tongue, an ancient current arrested mid-sentence, its surface rippled with the memory of motion. The air shimmered, crystalline and unrepentant, a cold clarity that cut to the marrow.
Lake Agnes lay below, a still pool, dark and sharp as polished obsidian. It absorbed the landscape without a ripple, the reflection a perfect inversion—mountains upside down, the sky swallowed by earth. The scene was a paradox: immensity caught in a whisper, time paused on the brink of collapse. He felt the grass brittle beneath his boots, the wind threading through the crevices of his jacket—a touch neither warm nor cruel, merely indifferent.
For three days he had wrestled through the entrails of the land. The rainforest had closed around him with a suffocating lushness, roots coiling like serpents beneath the moss. Streams foamed with a glacial bite, the waters quick and thoughtless, bruising his ankles as he waded through. Thorned thickets tore at his skin with the intimacy of old grudges. He climbed slopes slick with rain, his body folded into painful angles, the horizon always receding. When he reached this place, the fog had been thick enough to erase the contours of the world. His tent had trembled in the night winds, the cold seeping in like an unwelcome thought.
But then dawn came, unburdened and lucid. The veil lifted, and the mountains revealed themselves in their raw articulation. They did not posture or proclaim—they simply were, immutable and unscripted. The glacier’s silence was more profound than any roar; the peaks did not loom so much as exist beyond scale.
Here, in this distilled emptiness, the trivial machinery of the world he had fled seemed absurd. The restless striving, the ceaseless revolutions of ambition and vanity—all of it shrank to the size of a pebble lost in a chasm. There was no wheel here to turn, no circuit to complete. Only the landscape, bare and relentless in its honesty.
He filled his lungs, the air sharp enough to taste. It was an act of quiet rebellion, this deliberate witnessing. In that breath, he found not freedom, but a dissolution of need. The lines between man and mountain wavered, softened by the sheer scale of indifference. If he stayed long enough, perhaps he too would become part of this tableau—his form dissolving into lichen and shadow, his presence no more than a pause in the wilderness’s endless thought.
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For those of you that raised Millennial kids you might recognize the character HIM as one of the main villains from the animated TV series The Powderpuff Girls. www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrObWOgsGhc&ab_channel=Thelce...
Another shot from February, this dash 8 was leading two other units and a handful of cars when I caught him head on at Culver.
Photo from the Michael Bernhard collection, scan kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.
München-Riem
June 1976
F-BUTA
Fokker F-27-200
10229
Touraine Air Transport (TAT)
F-BUTA was noted at Riem on 6 June 1976.
Information from flickr - thanks to Ken Fielding:
First flown with the Fokker temporary registration PH-FEU in Jun-63, this aircraft was delivered to ANA All Nippon Airways in Jul-63 as JA8618. Ten Years later, in Jul-73, it was sold to TAT Touraine Air Transport as F-BUTA. In Mar-78 it was leased to Air Guadeloupe as F-OGIF and returned to TAT as F-BSIF in Mar-80. In Sep-80 it was sold to Air UK as G-BHMW. It was leased to BMA British Midland Airways in Dec-82 and returned to Air UK in Oct-83. In Jan-98, now aged 35 the aircraft was sold to WDL Flugdienst for spares. It was registered D-BAKK and stored at Essen, Germany, where it was broken up in Jun-99.
Registration details for this airframe:
www.planelogger.com/Aircraft/Registration/F-BUTA/906902
This airframe as JA8618 at Kumamoto Airport [KMJ/RJFT] in July 1964:
freighter.flyteam.jp/photo/3064736/960x960.jpg
This airframe as F-OGIF with Air Guadeloupe in October 1979:
www.flickr.com/photos/132136457@N04/16716677264
This airframe as F-BSIF with TAT ca. 1980 (basic Air Guadeloupe colours):
cdn.simplesite.com/i/28/27/284008260057638696/i2840082645...
This airframe as G-BMHW with Air UK at MAN in April 1981:
www.flickr.com/photos/kenfielding/6870111021
G-BMHW with British Midland at EMA in June 1983:
www.airhistory.net/photo/262741/G-BHMW
G-BMHW with Air UK at LHR in November 1993 (later colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/167887025@N05/51892811956
This airframe as D-BAKK at ESS January 1981 (basic Air UK colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/64863821@N06/49812785517
Scan from Kodachrome slide.
**Max, at Work.**
Watching him paint was, for me, much more than simply a photographic opportunity.
It meant entering his world, respectfully and on tiptoe. A world made of silence, thoughts, glances, gestures, and that deep concentration that belongs to someone who has devoted an important part of his life to creativity.
While he paints, Max seems almost to forget everything around him. He is immersed in his own time, in his ideas, in the emotions that slowly take shape on the canvas.
And perhaps this is the most fascinating part: not knowing what is passing through his mind, yet somehow being able to perceive that something is happening.
What he sees and feels belongs only to him. It comes from sensitivity, experience, empathy, and everything that, throughout his life, has settled within him.
I simply tried to capture a few moments of that experience, allowing his gestures, his eyes, and his work to tell what words cannot fully explain.
Because sometimes, there is no need to explain what happens inside.
**It is enough to look.**
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**Max, al lavoro.**
Guardarlo mentre dipinge è stato, per me, qualcosa di più di una semplice occasione fotografica.
È stato entrare, con rispetto e in punta di piedi, nel suo mondo. Un mondo fatto di silenzi, pensieri, sguardi, gesti e di quella concentrazione profonda che accompagna chi ha dedicato una parte importante della propria vita alla creatività.
Mentre dipinge, Max sembra quasi dimenticare tutto ciò che lo circonda. È immerso nel suo tempo, nelle sue idee, nelle emozioni che lentamente prendono forma sulla tela.
Ed è forse questo l'aspetto più affascinante: non sapere cosa stia attraversando la sua mente, ma riuscire comunque a percepire che qualcosa sta accadendo.
Quello che vede e sente appartiene soltanto a lui. Nasce dalla sensibilità, dalle esperienze, dall'empatia e da tutto ciò che, nel corso della vita, si è sedimentato dentro di lui.
Io ho semplicemente cercato di fermare alcuni istanti di quel momento, lasciando che fossero i suoi gesti, i suoi occhi e il suo lavoro a raccontare ciò che le parole non riescono a spiegare.
Perché, qualche volta, non serve raccontare ciò che accade dentro.
**È sufficiente guardare.**