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One of the gates into the most contaminated areas of Hunters Point Naval Shipyard. This section of the abandoned base is the dirtiest superfund site in America.
In 2004, I was granted night access to the long forgotten and neglected, Hunters Point, Naval Shipyard. Over the course of 5 consecutive full moons I photographed in every corner of the nearly 500 acre facility. Originally opened as a commercial shipyard in 1870, the land was seized by the US military in 1942 and transformed into a vital repair base during WWII. The Navy closed the base in 1974 and most of the area has remained uninhabited ever since.
Stories of widespread radioactive contamination, it's location in one of the most crime-ridden neighborhoods in San Francisco and many locked and patroled gates have kept the base out of the public eye for decades. There are dozens of abandoned buildings. Warehouses, offices and drydock pumphouses, some dating all the way back to 1870. These are some of the oldest buildings in San Francisco, just abandoned and forgotten. Giant gantry cranes stand rusting alongside the broken and flooded drydocks. On the hill above the dockyards stands a residential neighborhood. Built in the 1920s and 30s and seized by the Navy for officers housing, it has also stood abandoned for 30 years. The streets look like a post apocalyptic movie set. The entire relic strewn base is just minutes from the downtown of one of the west coast's largest cities.
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Nokia_PT-6: Klokkeslett: 13:00 21.03.2017. Gjeldende temperatur: 4 C. Tidsinnstilling for bilde.
Read Isaac Mao's open letter to Google.
An Open Letter to Google Founders--- to save Google in China and save Internet in China
GFW stands for "Great Firewall" [of China].
The photo above was created using a cool tool courtesy of Zhang Erning: www.sbfun.org/einstein/index.php
Greenpeace activists post a banner on the window of the Prada store in New York City, Feb. 11, 2013. Greenpeace is asking supporters and consumers to challenge luxury fashion brands to clean up their act and eliminate hazardous chemicals and rainforest destruction from their supply chains and products. The Prada store refused refused to disclose information about their supply chains and their willingness to make binding commitments to create fashion free from hazardous chemicals and rainforest destruction. Photo by Jeff Christensen/Greenpeace
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On March 3, 2012 my dear friend Marybeth passed away after a battle with cancer. Losing someone you love is always difficult, losing a friend is something that I never had to do before.
A loss of a friend has never meant death in my lifetime. Losing friends means that you moved away, they moved away, you had a disagreement, you were too involved and didn't have enough time to get together and drifted apart, but death is different. When losing a friend is not because of death, there is still opportunity to talk with them, to visit, to have a facebook relationship, to kiss and make up.
Death has always been sad, but sad for those left behind. The person that has passed has gone somewhere better? I don't know about this, but they are not here to tell us. I will not tell you what I think. I will not tell you about God, heaven or whether I believe this or I believe you close your eyes and life turns off like a light switch. I still have many questions. A lifetime of questions.
What I do know is that I miss Marybeth terribly. I think of her daily. I never believed that cancer was going to take her until the day before she passed. I went to see her. I spent my final time with her, listening to her family members, but not talking with her because she was too weak to speak. I spent my final moment with her whispering silly things to her along with I love you because I was in shock that all this time we had known she had cancer, I was too naive to realize the end result. I didn't know what to say to her. I don't know what knowing would have done, I don't know what it would have changed or if it would have made things worse, but I do know that it took me a year to talk about this.
March 3, 2013 I went out with a friend. We decided to write messages to Marybeth. We each brought a rose with us. We wrote messages on the petals and threw them in the river. I do not know what my friend wrote and my friend did not know what I wrote, but we stood side by side writing on each petal and tossing them into the river which took them away. I wrote words about how I feel, questions I wanted to know, song lyrics, her name, I drew her pictures and I cried. It was a peaceful day for me because I finally figured out in that year that had passed what I wanted to say to her on that last day.
I have not received any answers and I really did not expect to. I still miss her terribly. I am glad that I spent my day, a year later, doing something and trying to still talk with her, see her, visit with her. I love you Mb.
from kobe with love.
akashi-kaikyo bridge, aug 2008
the longest central span of any suspension bridge.
My first attempt on an Ad... Got the inspiration from CVR's(seeveeaar) blog on Cancer !!!
Used the ring which I got during Halloween ;)
Please see it in Large...
From The Independent:
The Governor's press secretary, Aaron McLear, insisted yesterday that it was simply a "weird coincidence" that the email had acrostically spelled out an obscenity. He claimed that the sheer volume of the vetoes that Mr Schwarzenegger has been forced to pass in recent years meant "something like this was bound to happen". ...
But the claim met with a healthy dose of scepticism: the words cited by McLear are four letters long, a length relatively likely to crop up at random. The mathematical probability of the seven-letter phrase ... doing the same is 26 to the power of seven – or about 8,031,810,176 – to one.
I took an old toolbox I had, painted it and used stain glass, glass beads,mirror,tempered glass -- to spell--Art Makes You Smart--words that mean much to me--I will use this box when I do installations on the streets.
At Makena Beach on Maui, Hawaii, where we were married March 17, 1999, we returned to the spot on our 11th anniversary and wrote this message in the sand. A happy little girl just happened to romp through the scene as I was photographing it with my Droid cell phone camera. ("Believe" by Cher was the No. 1 song the day we were married.)
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since yesterday, although nothing particularly got to me, i feel that whenever somebody leaves me a comment, i'm unsure on how to take it. i have had various comments since the misunderstanding with miss emily whoever, but i read most of them in a way which stands to me as sarcastic or just not constructive. i would say recently, even before the incident that i have begun to retire from flickr, much because of the majority of people on here. all my contacts are great, and i really appreciate the support they have given me through my projects and have helped me build the confidence to experiment with different things. one project i am considering ending is my "postsecret", not only due to me not uploading one in a fair while, but because of what miss "right" said yesterday, complaining that i do too much typography, which would have been correct, if she wasn't pointing out my "postsecret" (which obviously, has to include text).
thanks.