Nah, ‘Aerial Photography‘, - sounds a little bit too pretentious when you see those hazy images taken at some occasions of flying in middle-late 90s. Like this one that I took on the departure out of Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky in April of 1996. Read the rest of this entry »
It is always an exceptionally enjoyable experience - flying with a former military pilot. Conversation is always a great part of it. Although I was not trained in the Soviet Air Force system, nor I ever flew for them, I’m still able to (at least) ‘keep sustainable level of chatter’ on the topic 
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Neat picture! I’ve got my hand on it courtesy of a friend, who used to be a ‘polarny letchik‘, a ‘polar flyer’. In Russia they use this name (instead of generalized term ‘bush pilot’) for identifying a type of airmen involved in flying up in the Arctic, or down in the Antarctic. I never met this friend of mine in life, we had just bumped into each other on the Russian language equivalent of ‘MySpace‘. Read the rest of this entry »
Congrats to the whole Human Race!
On October the 4th, 50 years ago, Soviets launched Sputnik. Wonder, whose idea was to put the Sputnik image into the Google’s logo? Probably, Sergey’s, who was born in Moscow, and whose family immigrated to the US from the Soviet Union in 1979.
Could the Google’s launch into the Internet Universe be compared to the historic Sputnik launch? I guess so. And it is only THE BEGINNING.
At last I stepped on the Nevada’s soil. It was rather a fun.
It was never a sort of ‘particular goal’ for me, though, - you know, sometimes people would set up a GOAL for the LIFE , - ‘to do so and so’, or ‘to see so and so’, and only after the accomplishment of such a goal they would reluctantly agree to accept the fact the LIFE is going to end some day.
I flew over Nevada quite a few times already, and whenever I would be over it on my next trip, I would always think about an incredible connection existing between this US State, featured mainly by the sheer desert, and my native Semipalatinsk, the prairie (’Steppe’) surrounding this humble city in the North-East of Kazakhstan - and the thousands and thousands miles that separate these two part of the world.
Oh, well, the distance had been quite ’shortened’ with an advent of the era where the ballistic missiles, had they been lauched right across the North Pole would cover the leg in a less than an hour.
And we, folks, who lived then on both sides of this trans-polar route knew about the nuclear power a little bit more than they would tell us in the newspapers.
Lets talk about the ‘History of a Big Clash’.
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