красивая фотография!!! молодцы!!!
Isn't it a little weird that in such a time as we live in, meaning after 9-11 that we can look at the whole layout of an airport? See where everything is etc...nice...to bad home land security is too bust looking into what books we check out from the library...guess they are too busy to see how this google earth might not be a good thing after all
This a beautiful picture. Good job!
Here's a story about this Jacks going back over twenty plus years ago. Kenny and I worked on the Aquarius. A sport boat off the pier. One day after work we crossed the street to get some grub. Kenny ordered a burger and when he opened it to eat it, it had no patty. He stormed back in and ask the chick. What the hell is this, a diet burger. This was back when there was no such thing as a diet burger.I guess you had to be there. Goodtimes
I live at the based of the tower that burned. That night, my wife was out walking our dog. She saw the smoke, and immediately phoned me on my cell phone, asking "What's up with the Galaxy?" I dunno, why? "You'd better get the hell outta there... Grab [our child] and whatever you can. Take your phone and find me out front." As I put our baby in the sports stroller and resupplied the diaper bag, flaming rain (molten aluminum window framing) pelted all three of our private patios. LBFD arrived within 3 minutes of being called, and had the fire completely extinguished in just over half hour. During that time, John Crews loudly cursed at the fire department and repeated over and over that he did not want to die. Seconds before firefighters got inside his unit, John Crews caught fire and jumped off of his 18th floor balcony. About 4 seconds later, his body hit hard just outside of our middle patio, setting some of the bushes on fire.
But here's what the papers never published... a week before the fire, Crews' drunken and philandering wife announced her intention to divorce him after 32 years of marriage (they'd been separated for a few years, originally so that she could care for her mother in Grass Valley, but ultimately to stay with her lover). Two days before the fire, Crews (a chain-smoking drinker himself) vowed aloud in the stairwell (he found the elevators to be "too crowded"), "That's it! She ain't gonna get my place."
Ironically, his widow did get his place, and even made openly disparaging remarks about him at his memorial. Presumably to collect some accidental death benefit or other, she pressured the fire department to report that he "fell" rather than what I (and others present) eyewitnessed. She was not present. Meanwhile, she still continues to dramatize her "loss" and pushes the city council to require unafforably expensive (and possibly even dangerous, given the building-wide electric ceiling heat) sprinkler retrofits for all older buildings like ours (the Galaxy predates the fire code which requires sprinklers). So as tragic as this incident reads in the paper, it'll be even more tragic if condo owners are forced to lose their homes for not being able to comply with manadatory fire sprinklers (estimates exceed $60k per unit). Hey, buddy! Could you spare $500/mo for the next decade?
Sorry for the late reply. The photo was taken in 2005, while I was waiting for a friend to arrive at LAX.
Photo is from and of San Pedro (Los Angeles Harbor) Long Beach is several miles to the east. The Vincent Thomas Bridge is in Los Angeles.
This is Tobacco Bay, Bermuda
Magnifica foto, I like.