Posts for: catterar
Aug 14, 2019 21:21:39 #
D-5008 wrote:
This at Reaford, NC ?
That it is.
Aug 14, 2019 16:34:12 #
These are really just snap shots taken when I was just getting started in photography. They were shot with a Nikon D5300 with a Nikkor 50-200mm lens. Settings were 1/800 sec f5.6 200mm. Had to wait until she was fairly close to ground to get any detail with a 200. Our son who is a qualified sky diver gave her the jump for her 65th birthday. There was a woman who went up just after her who was 85 and it was her third jump.
Jul 24, 2019 12:01:28 #
(Panorama)
Thought I posted this yesterday but can't find in. I must have done something wrong.
Seven image hand held Panorama.
Seven image hand held Panorama.
Jun 19, 2019 12:01:00 #
Great Image! That must be you in the reflection to the right of the sign that says Assistant Director of Nursing?
Jun 3, 2019 20:15:30 #
(Panorama)
UTMike wrote:
Very nice work, Bob! The vertical mode usually works better on something of this scale.
Thank you Mike. I'm just starting on panoramas and have a lot to learn and remember.
Jun 3, 2019 17:22:00 #
(Panorama)
My first attempt at a hand held panorama. Eleven panels.
I shot it in landscape, wish I had shot it in portrait after seeing it put together.
I shot it in landscape, wish I had shot it in portrait after seeing it put together.
Mar 29, 2019 13:01:22 #
I was beesy too, picked up 2 3lb packages of bees. Just a snap shot.
Mar 16, 2019 09:03:48 #
I wrapped my D5300 and lens in bubble wrap and put it in my T-bag. Rode my Dyna Low Rider from North Carolina to Rhode Island and back. No issues still works like new.
Feb 14, 2019 20:59:55 #
Feb 13, 2019 20:58:29 #
Not a great image but one of the last I have of her. One of her better days spent with friends from high school. She left us shortly after 1:00 PM Thursday 2/7/2019. Stage IV breast cancer. Age 47. This is going to hurt for a long time.
Jan 8, 2019 16:54:20 #
That last P3 looks like it could be on final to Moffett NAS. The hills look familiar.
Dec 23, 2018 08:14:06 #
You are correct this is the trip of a lifetime. I went in March 2017 and wish I could go again. Of the thousands of images I took 135 were keepers in my opinion. When I go back over them most were shot at 55mm. Here are a few of my favorites.
Dec 13, 2018 19:35:24 #
Welcome Dan.
Retired HMCS(SS) armed with a Nikon D5300.
Ride a '95 Harley Dyna Low Rider and a '64 Honda Dream.
Look forward to seeing your images.
Bob Cattera
Retired HMCS(SS) armed with a Nikon D5300.
Ride a '95 Harley Dyna Low Rider and a '64 Honda Dream.
Look forward to seeing your images.
Bob Cattera
Dec 12, 2018 12:47:12 #
Welcome to the Hog.
Where in CT are you?
Bob Cattera retired SCPO submarine rider out of Groton for 9 out of 20.
Good to have you here. Look forward to seeing more of your images.
Where in CT are you?
Bob Cattera retired SCPO submarine rider out of Groton for 9 out of 20.
Good to have you here. Look forward to seeing more of your images.
Nov 22, 2018 22:55:08 #
November 28, 1968. Fifty Thanksgivings ago somewhere south of the DMZ and East of Laos on a secured helicopter landing zone in Vietnam.
For days the Marine Corps had been promising us a full Thanksgiving dinner. The 150 plus men of Bravo Company First Battalion Third Marines were looking forward to a break from yet another C-rat meal. The day dawned cold, damp and foggy still we were all excited and looking forward to a hot meal and sharing memories of past Thanksgivings spent back in the world with family and friends. We were in a state of semi-stand down and there were going to be no patrols from our LZ that day. As the morning wore on the fog thickened into heavy cloud cover. We were socked in. Soon the realization and disappointment began to sink in, the helicopters would not be flying and the likelihood celebrating the day with hot food quickly dwindled. Around 1400 the radio in the command post crackled to life confirming our fears. The helicopters would not be bringing Thanksgiving dinner. However, there was a road about 6 kilometers off the ridge we were occupying. Trucks would deliver Thanksgiving dinner in vacuum containers to a specific set of coordinates on that road. About 1600 two platoons of Marines and two Navy Corpsmen left the LZ headed for the road and a rendezvous with dinner. It was nearly 1800 when our two forces connected. Close to 20 vacuum containers each about the size of an ice chest were unloaded from the trucks Thanksgiving greetings and well wishes were exchanged with the truck drivers who soon left to return to the Dong Ha Combat Support Base and the nearly 40 Marines and the 2 Corpsmen began the long trek back up the ridge. By now darkness had set in and we moved up the ridge in a column of twos each man with the handle of a vac-can in one hand and his weapon in the other. The going in the dark was difficult to say the least and the wet muddy conditions along with the weight of the vac-cans did not make for an easy hike. It was after 2000 when we crossed back into our lines. The vac-cans were opened, and steam rose from hot turkey, dressing, rolls with real butter, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes and gravy and vegetables. There was even pumpkin pie. As we sat in small groups enjoying the first hot meal, we’d had in weeks we talked of our mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, grandparents, wives and children back home and hoped that they too were enjoying Thanksgiving and not wasting time worrying about us. As much as we enjoyed this small break from the war that was not a war each of us knew that some of us sharing that Thanksgiving would never celebrate another and we were all sure that would be someone else.
I was 21 years old and had the privilege of being one of the 2 Hospital Corpsmen who humped Thanksgiving dinner to Bravo Company that cold Thanksgiving Day so long ago.
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For days the Marine Corps had been promising us a full Thanksgiving dinner. The 150 plus men of Bravo Company First Battalion Third Marines were looking forward to a break from yet another C-rat meal. The day dawned cold, damp and foggy still we were all excited and looking forward to a hot meal and sharing memories of past Thanksgivings spent back in the world with family and friends. We were in a state of semi-stand down and there were going to be no patrols from our LZ that day. As the morning wore on the fog thickened into heavy cloud cover. We were socked in. Soon the realization and disappointment began to sink in, the helicopters would not be flying and the likelihood celebrating the day with hot food quickly dwindled. Around 1400 the radio in the command post crackled to life confirming our fears. The helicopters would not be bringing Thanksgiving dinner. However, there was a road about 6 kilometers off the ridge we were occupying. Trucks would deliver Thanksgiving dinner in vacuum containers to a specific set of coordinates on that road. About 1600 two platoons of Marines and two Navy Corpsmen left the LZ headed for the road and a rendezvous with dinner. It was nearly 1800 when our two forces connected. Close to 20 vacuum containers each about the size of an ice chest were unloaded from the trucks Thanksgiving greetings and well wishes were exchanged with the truck drivers who soon left to return to the Dong Ha Combat Support Base and the nearly 40 Marines and the 2 Corpsmen began the long trek back up the ridge. By now darkness had set in and we moved up the ridge in a column of twos each man with the handle of a vac-can in one hand and his weapon in the other. The going in the dark was difficult to say the least and the wet muddy conditions along with the weight of the vac-cans did not make for an easy hike. It was after 2000 when we crossed back into our lines. The vac-cans were opened, and steam rose from hot turkey, dressing, rolls with real butter, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes and gravy and vegetables. There was even pumpkin pie. As we sat in small groups enjoying the first hot meal, we’d had in weeks we talked of our mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, grandparents, wives and children back home and hoped that they too were enjoying Thanksgiving and not wasting time worrying about us. As much as we enjoyed this small break from the war that was not a war each of us knew that some of us sharing that Thanksgiving would never celebrate another and we were all sure that would be someone else.
I was 21 years old and had the privilege of being one of the 2 Hospital Corpsmen who humped Thanksgiving dinner to Bravo Company that cold Thanksgiving Day so long ago.
.