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Another Nam Era build, lots more to come. Not as easy to build in Old Dark Grey, so was tricky at this size of 5 wide and colour, but fun still.
First put into service in Vietnam, the M151 played an active part in American military operations well into the 1980s, when it was phased out in favor of the Humvee. Despite its official replacement, the M151 had some distinct advantages over its much larger and heavier successor, like being small enough to fit inside a CH-53 heavy transport helicopter. This flexibility was one of the reasons the U.S. Marine Corps deployed M151 FAV (Fast Attack Vehicle) variants through 1999, in places like Kosovo. It currently serves in U.S. special forces units as a FAV.
Jeff Churill stickers used again ; )
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I see these 2 men strolling the beach together often, and they always carry their sticks. On this morning, they emerged out of a thick fog bank, so the clarity is a bit off. But I am touched by their constant companionship.
Texture thanks to Dommend.
Ford's Military Utility Tactical Truck. Served mostly during Vietnam war.
New version is definately better scaled up. Some things could be better, but anyway I'm glad that I was able to achieve so small dimensions..
Comments are welcome.
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Abandoned Abused Street Dogs.
Back Story .........................................
Yesterday was a bit different then the usual.
At 11:15 AM a friend gave me a ride out to the
monkey temple. That's in a car, sense Aug 8th
I have not been on a scooter. In time I'll be back
in the saddle again and it will be business as usual.
I hung out with all the dogs till my ride returned at
4PM. One of the main reasons for this trip was to
give the dogs their monthly medications. This is very
important and can never be forgotten. Here in the jungle
heart-worm and a whole host of unwanted guests will soon
take full advantage of any animal not covered by medications.
There was only 6 or 7 photos taken in total as my body just
wasn't in the mood to carry the camera around, so I didn't ...
In this photo Mama is scolding Little Stubby for doing
something stupid. No big deal, this is as far as it went
cuz L-Stubby knew she did whatever it was she did ....
Rocky, being a young boy, of course thinks it's real funny.
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We are always in desperate need
of funding to help the innocent
animals dumped in the
dangerous jungle.
Thank You.
Jon&Crew.
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Playing with my sister's dog. He is loving chasing the ball. You might say that he is just a little bit too enthusiastic! I love the expressions that you can capture when dogs are having fun. 34/125
Mutt Ink is the imaginative effort of Illustrator / Graphic Designer Jeremy Holmes. He begins his ivoteforart innings with two limited edition pieces. Awesome.
a stunning Shepherd-Husky-Collie mix that we initially mistook for a coyote on an abandoned stretch of road
Canon EOS 50e
MC Volna 9
Konica VX100 Super (expired 2008)
PP in Pixlr-O-Matic
A test roll with this well-regarded soviet dedicated macro lens which I got as part of a Zenit outfit from the local classifieds with intent to sell it, as the combo also included an Industar 61 L/Z which looks more like a keeper due to smaller size and weight. The simultaneous presence of both lenses in somebody's arsenal seems a bit strange as they are directly comparable in every respect, even the star-shaped bokeh highlights at f5.6. This was also the first roll from a batch of expired Konica VX100 that I recently got for very little money. I had mixed (bordering on bad) feelings for expired Konica VX200 film, but this time, it being a slower emulsion, I thought perhaps results would be better. Sadly, the pics came out quite bad, colours being completely off, with a heavy magenta cast that was a bitch to get rid of in PP. Having said that, I'm pretty sure that the lomo crowd would probably love it, plus the unpredictability can be a welcome challenge for some creative PP.
Today's story and sketch "by me" began in the middle of the night, not last night but a night a few weeks ago, a night Pat and I will never forget, it started when the man cave interdimension stargate alarm buzzer, was signaling something was about to enter the garage. The incoming object was something very large and was howling as it entered the man cave. It was large and as Black as the back side of the moon, it had large glowing magenta eyes. The beast nearly scared us out of our PJ's, not exactly Pajamas, I was wearing a pair of Sponge Bob shorts, and a Steely Dan T-shirt, Pat in a stylish Silk Yukata with embroidered Saturn Serpents, it's truly quite lovely. I picked it up while on a mission to Saturn with Rescue Randy the most interesting living tissue crash test dummy in the Cosmos, we had to rescue JB from a blind date that went bad, he was served an incapacitating adult beverage at a speed dating club by a tall brunette, who was really a blonde wearing a wig and five inch pumps, but luckily Randy got DNA from her beer mug, and tracked her and JB to her apartment on Saturn, that rescue will have to be a story for another time. The beast was actually extremely friendly and took a liking to Pat, he is a male Martian Malumutt, that had jumped out of a glider in wormhole Nine a week ago, but luckily picked up the scent of Moon Pies to our Stargate, it opened when it responded to its howls. Pat feed the starving beast A dozen pooch moon pies and a half gallon of two percent milk. When we finally got back into bed it was Four am, when it was lying between us, Pat noticed it had an Intergalactic space forces ID number on its black diamond collar, turns out the Malumut named Jumbo had a reward for its return to the Intergalactic Space Agency headquarters north of Pismo Beach where you see us just exiting the "ISA" Stargate with Jumbo who seems happy to be home, until next time taa ta the Rod Blog.
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Patrice and Aleda, sitting on the side wall of the driveway of our Riverside house; the front yard of the house is immediately behind them...
The back yard of the Riverside house. I'm sitting right outside my bedroom, which had a door leading into the back yard. And during the summer, I sometimes slept out in the back yard, under the stars, in a sleeping bag...
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Most of the photos in this album were taken nearly 40 years after we first moved to Riverside, CA, as part of some research that I was doing for a novel called Do-Overs, the beginning of which can be found here on my website
www.yourdon.com/personal/fiction/doovers/index.html
and the relevant chapter (concerning Riverside) can be found here:
www.yourdon.com/personal/fiction/doovers/chapters/ch8.html
Before I get into the details, let me make a strong request — if you’re looking at these photos, and if you are getting any enjoyment at all of this brief look at some mundane Americana from 60+ years ago: find a similar episode in your own life, and write it down. Gather the pictures, clean them up, and upload them somewhere on the Internet where they can be found. Trust me: there will come a day when the only person on the planet who actually experienced those events is you. Your own memories may be fuzzy and incomplete; but they will be invaluable to your friends and family members, and to many generations of your descendants.
So, what do I remember about the year that I spent in Riverside? Not much at the moment, though I’m sure more details will occur to me in the days to come — and I’ll add them to these notes, along with additional photos that I’m tweaking and editing now (including some of the drive from Riverside to Omaha, where our family moved next), as well as some “real” contemporaneous photos I’ve found in family scrapbooks.
For now, here is a random list of things I remember:
1. I attended one school, somewhere in downtown Riverside, when my parents were looking for a house; and when they finally found a house out at the edge of town (at the base of the San Bernardino foothills), I was switched to a different school. This was typical; I usually attended two different schools in every city we lived in, and I attended a total of 17 schools before heading off to college.
2. While I eventually rode my bike to and from the second house to my school, I started off riding a school bus. A bunch of us kids would wait on a corner for the bus to arrive; and it was at the edge of a huge orange grove that seemed to stretch on forever. There were always a few rotten oranges lying on the ground, thoroughly rotten, and these substituted nicely for snowballs. There is nothing like the experience of being smacked in the stomach, of your fresh clean shirt, with a rotten orange.
3. Like most other suburban kids in the 1950s, I was allowed to do all sorts of things alone — as long as I returned home by dinner time. I could ride my bike anywhere I wanted, alone; I could hike way up into the hills alone (as long as I had a pocket-knife, which my father insisted I carry in case I was bitten by a rattlesnake). And I was allowed to sleep outside in the back yard, in a sleeping bag, virtually whenever I wanted to. The weather was always quite mild, the skies were clear (Los Angeles smog had not reached us in those days), and the stars were utterly amazing. There were shooting stars to watch, an experience I have never forgotten.
4. I discovered that marbles were excellent projectiles to shoot with one’s slingshot, and that they would actually travel in a more-or-less straight line. I became pretty good at shooting lizards with my slingshot; all I needed was an endless supply of marbles (because you could only shoot them once, at which point they would generally disappear somewhere). So I began practicing quite hard, played competitive games of marbles every day at school, and eventually amassed great quantities of the little round things.
5. Even better than lizards were spiders; they were everywhere, and they were relatively easy to catch. I don’t think any of them were dangerous, and in any case, none of them bit me. I sometimes put them in my pants pocket for the day, and I often brought them home. And I would put them in the dresser drawer with my socks and underwear; it seemed like a good place for them to relax. My mother discovered a couple of them one day, and was not impressed.
6. We had relatives in the city of Los Angeles, and made the 50-mile drive to visit them once or twice a year. We also made a 50-mile drive once or twice to visit San Juan Capistrano, which my parents thought was the most wonderful place in the world — mostly, they told me, because of the famous swallows that migrate each year from someplace in Argentina. In fact, I think they were impressed because they were old enough to like a 1940 hit song, “When the Swallows Come Back to Capistrano,” which I couldn’t stand. If they had told me the place was the locale of the first Zorro novella (“The Curse of Capistrano,” published in 1919), I would have been much more impressed.
7. Riverside is where I got my first dog—a mutt named Blackie, that was part of a litter produced by the next-door neighbor’s dog. It provided an open invitation for me to visit the next-door neighbors whenever I wanted, and swim in their pool (a rarity in those days). At the end of our year in Riverside, Blackie moved with us to our next location — traveling all the way in a little house/bed that had been made for him in the World War II Jeep that Dad hitched to his Chevrolet.
8. Riverside is also where I had my first exposure, at school, to kids of other ethnic backgrounds. There were Asian kids, and black kids, and Latino kids (whom, sadly, my father referred to generically as “Mexicans,” but whom he also held in high respect because he remembered watching their comrades working harder and longer than any of the “white boys” in the rough mining and ranching camps on the Utah/Colorado border, where he had grown up). All of us were thrown together in the same classroom, all of us traveled to each other’s houses and neighborhoods after school, and nobody seemed to think it was unusual in any way.
9. I learned, to my enormous delight, that I *was* different in one special way: I was left-handed. During the pickup baseball games that we played constantly during recess, lunch, and after school, there were never enough baseball gloves for everyone, so everyone simply shared with everyone else (after all, if your team is at bat, you don’t need your baseball glove). But I was the only left-handed kid around, apparently the only one in the whole school; so nobody ever wanted to share my glove.
I've been dragging my feet (photographically speaking) lately but I'm finally feeling inspired again. I've missed photographing my best girl!
From the same specialist I've uploaded photos from before. I thought this one was quite interesting, I've never seen a Mutt with doors and a solid roof before. Sadly the glass in the door is broken and I'd imagine finding a replacement pane will be quite a challenge
Although I have a Nikon DSLR I find I have been taking more pics with my iPhone. This week a friend gave me their iPhone 6 which was an upgrade for me - someone that doesn’t spend $$ on the latest & greatest technology. So here’s to my first iPhone 6 pic on Flickr - definitely NOT the greatest, but with the best model!
Some silliness that you do when you have 365 pictures hanging around. The first picture I took was of Shy, so here's a mosaic of that picture, made of the other pictures.
This mosaic was sourced from 365 images I took on consecutive days as part of Project 365.
I often see this dog trainer and his pack out when I go for a morning saunter. On this day in August his wife and grandchild were not with them, so it made for a pretty clean shot with the mutts all obediently lined up like that. I did have to clone away the distraction of bits of people coming from the other way. When I say 'bits of people' I mean they were partially hidden by the man and his pack, but they were distracting, so I removed them.
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