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Leaping Tiger Gorge

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Leaping Tiger Gorge, Yunnan Province, China. A nearly 13,000 foot deep canyon, Leaping Tiger Gorge was formed by the Changjiang (Yangtze) River and is wedged between the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain (on the left) and Haba Mountain (on the right). About a mile and a half down the river from where I made this photograph, the gorge narrows to about 80 feet in width, and it was at this point that legend says a tiger, seeking to elude the hunters who were pursuing him, made the leap from one side to the other. The Naxi people who live in this area are adept at terrace farming, as shown in this photo. Of this terrain, which is a part of the Himalayas, it is said, "the land is so rugged and steep that not even a crow can fly over it."
 
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I'd have given this 2 likes if it was possible!

Thanks. If you only knew how hard I worked to set that up, light it just the way I wanted. I'd had the concept in my head for several days before I decided to try it.

Beau, much to my amazement, understood what I wanted him to do after only a few tries.

Now, though, as he's gotten older, he's become somewhat lazy and ambivalent about being photographed. Sometimes he'll tolerate it...other times it's like, "Oh, here he comes again pointing that black thing that makes clicky noises at me."

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Shanghai Old and New

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This photograph was made on the roof of an 800 year-old tea house just off The Bund in old Shanghai looking east across the Huangpu River at the new Pudong district, home of the city's financial industry and the Oriental Pearl Tower (the tallest building on the left) a television broadcasting tower. I like the contrast between old and new.
 
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I hear ya Redbert, I always liked being the Indian when playing cowboys and Indians. Once, as a cub scout project, we made Indian gear. Leather fringed shirts, leggings, etc. I loved my outfit.

This was in Munich in the late ‘50s. Our cub scout master was an impressive speciman of a man, lean and mean, an army sergeant who was a mix of black and Native American. He looked ferocious in his get up, and knew cool Indian dances, woodlore and stuff.

We all wanted to be like him.

So, one day I am sitting in my treehouse, more of a tree platform I guess, in my yard, overlooking one of the streets, with my sister. We are both wearing our Indian gear get up. (How she horned in on this manly cub scout activity I have no idea. Maybe ‘cause mom was my den mother.) I am fully armed, with a coupla BB guns, assorted knives and a hatchet.

A car suddenly stops below us. A bunch of German adults starts looking at us, pointing, laughing and such. I give ‘em my best Indian stare of death.

They laugh and drive off.

They were lucky we didn’t have that cub scout master with us!
In the years when I was growing up my grandpa also brought me authentic looking Indian headdresses that I wore outside with pride as well as peace pipes, realistic toy guns and soft deerskin leather moccasins. I loved these gifts he brought me from far away. I can see them in my heart. I wish I had them to show my grandchildren now. You have wonderful memories from your scouting experiences!

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Harry Posey crashed his brand new P-38 airplane in the field across from my house on Dec 2, 1943. He died when his plane stalled and fell out of the air. I rediscovered the crash site in 2013 and have been picking up parts of the airplane ever since when the field is plowed but before the crops get to much of a head start.
This is a piece of the aircraft I found this morning, the day after Memorial Day. No clue what its purpose is but it must have been important as it has a Lockheed part number on it.
Most of what I found are non-descript shards of aluminum, rivets and cast aluminum shards. I did find one of the gauge dials last year.
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Did my 1st tour on Okinawa in 1963. I was with the 3rd Marine Division at Camp Schwab, the northern most military base on the island.

Before I was retrained and reclassified as a field corpsman I was a dental tech. here's some pics from that time and place.

1.Me working the appointment desk
2.The Dentist I worked for and I.
3.Small village a mile down the road from the base, Henoko
4.Outside the Airman's Club on Kadena Air Base.
5.Inside the club. Kadena Air Base had some nice perks for the enlisted types. Life was pretty much bare bones for the grunts.

I'll be back later with more pics from the rock and Mt. Fuji Japan
 

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