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HMS MOHAWK F125
Class……………………………Type 81 Tribal class Frigate
Builder……………………….. Vickers of Barrow-in-Furness
Yard number……………….
Laid down..………………….23 Dec 1960
Launched….…………………5 Apr 1962
Completed.………………….29 Nov 1963
Propulsion.…………………..1 Shaft driven by COSAG arrangement. 1 set Metrovick geared steam turbines, 1 Babcock & Wilcox boiler + AEI G6 gas turbine
Speed..…………………………27 knots
Range…………………………..4500nm at 12 knots
Fate
1979: Placed in Reserve, the Standby Squadron.
1980: Decommissioned and the following year was placed on the disposal list.
and subsequently sold for scrap.
1981: Mohawk was sold for scrap and broken up at Cairnryan.
HMS MOHAWK in an undated RN postcard.
This is a morning photograph to the East down the Mohawk River from Cohoes falls. The river is again damed just beyond the two bridges shown here.
I gave Tofu a mohawk. I'm surprised he didn't mess it up quickly.
"Photography is an investigation of both the outer and the inner worlds. The first experiences with the camera involve looking at the world beyond the lens, trusting the instrument will 'capture' something 'seen.' The terms shoot and take are not accidental; they represent an attitude of conquest and appropriation. Only when the photographer grows into perception and creative impulse does the term make define a condition of empathy between the external and the internal events." - Ansel Adams
1. Johnny mohawk 1982, 2. DSC09224 - Andrew Marlin with Feather-like Mohawk - Folsom Street Fair 2009 (San Francisco), 3. Isnay Aguehan, 4. Mohawk, 5. mohawk girl, 6. Mohawk, 7. M is for Mohawks, 8. DSC02645 - Oakley OverTheTop Sunglasses - Mohawk, 9. Because sometimes a rainbow colored mohawk just isn't enough!, 10. DSC04330 - Girl with Pink Mohawk Hair - The Great San Francisco Pillow Fight 2009, 11. mohawk, 12. Kiddie Mohawk, albeit badass @ Monolith, 13. DSC09703 - Zobot - Z0b0t - Spiky Mohawk, 14. Great Mohawk, 15. Scary Mohawk Girl - Comic-Con 2008 San Diego, 16. Mohawk, 17. Arbroath Mohawk, 18. Mohawks, 19. Mohawk Barbie, 20. mohawk, 21. ANARCHY ANNIE and her MOHAWK ( punk ), 22. Girl with a Red Mohawk, 23. Boy with pink mohawk, England, 24. Mohawk, 25. mohawk
New Years Eve Mohawk cut just after midnight in San Diego at Embassy Suites. The happy client was travelling with his parents, and I actually fixed his moms work.
Lighthouse Series
Some People Like To Read The Story:
For me Landscape Photography is about challenge and there is no greater challenge that getting to Mohawk Island Lighthouse in cold stormy weather in the middle of the night.
The abandoned lighthouse is located on a tiny island on Lake Erie, about 2 kilometres offshore from Rock Point Provincial Park in Haldimand County, Ontario, Canada.
Due to Lake Erie's shallow depth, storms can arise very very fast. A perfectly calm water surface can turn into raging whitecaps within an hour. I have lost two boats to pushing my luck in bad weather. Along the way I have learned a bit.
The thing is, good dramatic landscape photos do not come on nice, warm, sunny, safe, calm days. I learned this lesson while living and working in the Rocky Mountains. It is no different here.
On this particular day, after weeks of waiting for the right conditions, I found myself at 2am in the morning under completely black skies fighting the breaking surf to get my boat away from the shoreline. Full drysuit and flippers helped but it was still difficult to get into the safety of the large swells.
The type of boat I currently use has 8 drain plugs and is ideal for stormy weather, although one needs to accept being constantly wet. The plugs were left out otherwise the boat would have been swamped immediately. In any case all gear was stowed in dry bags and strapped down to survive the constant inflow of water, waves and potentially capsizing.
The next step was to head out from shore to get around the crashing waves of Rock Point. It was so dark and the swells so big that after some time I could barely make out the shoreline not alone Mohawk island. I followed my compass due East for an hour until catching sight of the dark outline of the old lighthouse, lamp long extinguished.
I approached the island paddling quietly but I knew that the birds, thousands of them, would hear me as the wind was from the southwest blowing in their direction. About 50 meters from the island, in the quiet darkness, all hell broke loose as the birds took off in mass flying right at me, many dropping their loads as they went over. I was laying flat on the boat to avoid getting hit head on by a large cormorant. The coming rains would more than clean up the mess on my boat and drysuit the birds had left behind. It was the off season and people are allowed to land on the Island. In the warmer season the Island is restricted to protect nesting birds.
There was not a chance of landing on the rocky south or west sides with the waves crashing on the rocks. I knew from other trips that there was a sheltered small sandy beach on the east side. I found the beach in the blackness and hauled the boat 10 meters from the water's edge. It would not be an ideal place to come back and find the boat washed away.
There was still an hour or more to go before first light so I set to exploring. The birds did not return to the island or even fly over in the air for my stay but I did run into two dying birds flopping on the ground. I gave them space in their last moments.
Mohawk Island is cursed. You can feel it in your bones, down your spine, and on the small hairs on the back of your head whether at 4am in the stormy darkness or on a nice sunny day. More than a few have met their end on, or in someway connected to this Island. In December 1932 the last Lighthouse Keeper and his son lost their lives after leaving the island at the end of the season in a small boat. The boat's motor broke down at which point they wrecked on the icy shores.
I sat down with my back against the old lighthouse, out of the wind, and reflected on the history of the place, life, death, and the storm moving in, as I waited for and watched dawn arrive to the east. It looked promising for landscape photos.
In the above long exposure image all is smoothed out in the sky and water but the centre of the storm approaching is evident even here. The rising sun shone through the clouds off and on and the magical colours in the clouds began to appear in many subsequent shots as I raced around shooting all the compositions learned over the years.
As I got ready to leave the centre of the storm was almost upon me. I came prepared to spend a few days if need be but the storm was not nearly as big as I had expected. I ended up coming back a few weeks later in even better conditions, for landscape photography.
On the way back, paddling into the fierce biting wind, the driving rain was unrelenting and a thunder and lightning storm was now approaching. I made a mental note to bring my swim goggles next time, assuming my luck held this time.
I was unable to land where I had left from as the waves were too big. It was touch and go whether I would need to go to the shelter of Port Maitland. I finally got through the surf on a sandy beach further along the Rock Point Provincial park shoreline. Once safely on shore I just flopped down on a grassy knoll to rest and let the rain wash the sand off everything before loading up in a parking lot, that was now too far away for my liking.
I used a Rock Point washroom to cleanup, shave and change into dry clothes. Now ready to start the day I drove to the entrance to the Park I went in and told the attendant that I had come in the early morning before they had opened and was leaving now so wanted to pay up the $15 for the day-pass. They had just opened for the day and he said he could understand why I did not want to go out boating in such conditions. I agreed and said I would come back on a nicer day, for landscape photography.
Mohawk Local School District - Wyandot County
Bus 20 - 2005 IC CE
Fostoria Local Schools Stadium, Fostoria, Ohio
NS 127 is seen heading west through the small community of Mohawk,Tennessee after meeting NS 126 at Radar.
Realized my stomach was NOT OKAY and decided to put myself on my ulcer diet for at least a week. (Plain rice, bread, bananas, eggs in small amounts throughout the day. Dinner is a protein shake made with soy milk, protein powder, and a frozen banana. Once I start feeling better and want to ease back into other foods, I'll add peanut butter.)
It's been 24 hours. I want real food.
I have never made a mohawk before, but Shaaza demanded one. She's not used to hearing No and I wasn't about to start!
This is an 8/9 faux fur wig I had lying around that wasn't working for anyone. I cut the sides off and those actually were re-used as the added height/bulk to the top of the mohawk; it was just too flat for our tastes without the help. That was sewn on, along with lots of velcro pieces to keep this sucker firmly attached to her head. All the ends of the wig were sewn under first so you couldn't see the raw edges.
The braids are just jewelry cord with plastic and real metal beads added to weigh the cord down straight as it had decided to curl in weird ways from being in a roll. The silver thread is sauder thread my brother brought me home from work- it is very thin and very flimsy. It breaks easier than normal nylon thread so sewing with it is a challenge, but it wrapped nicely on the cord to make decoration and provide just a teeeeeeeeensey tiny bit more stability for those 'braids'.
So far, Shaaza seems happy. She's OK being nude but I am not, so now to throw some scraps on her to keep her modest. I think she just rolled her eyes at me...
Meet Dave. Dave's a bartender at City Steam Brewery in Hartford. I saw him on my way to the bank walking up the street and thought his mohawk would be a great addition to my 100 Strangers Project. He was very patient and moved a copule times so I could find the least distracting background. He said he didn't like pictures, but he's pretty photogenic. He was on his way to work and I was rushing to the bank, so we didn't really get to chat more. I got to give out the first of my new Moo cards. Thanks, Dave, for being part of my project.
This picture is #17 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page - check it out.
Another Satisfied Mohawked Bro.......Really Getting Good Practice at these Mohawks at the Real Barbers College in Anaheim!