Joel Dinda's photos with the keyword: Print Scan

My Valentine. At Horseshoe Bay, just north of St. Ignace, in June of 2000.

New Hampshire's Mount Washington. Well worth the trip, even in the heavy fog we had on this August, 2002, day.

...and the Central Highlands of Vietnam in the background. Pleiku, RVN, 1970 or 1971. Jim Lovins photograph

Pleiku, Republic of Vietnam, 1971. Another Jim Lovins photograph. Not sure who the GI is.

Pleiku, Republic of Vietnam, 1971. Jim Lovins photograph, considerably touched up. Looks a lot like the original was a terrific photograph. Even now I've got mixed feelings about hiring local women for a few cents a day to do our chores. While I'm certain that they welcomed the income, there was something about the situation that didn't sit right with me. All the same, I helped pay for them, and depended on them to keep things in order.

Another Jim Lovins photograph; Pleiku, Republic of Vietnam, 1971. I have this feeling that if I were better with my graphics tools I could turn this into something quite remarkable. Beyond me, I'm afraid....

Jim Lovins photograph; Pleiku, RVN, 1971. Jim & I both came back with photographs from what appears to be the same party. Obviously related to this photo , and at the location shown in this one .

Jim Lovins photograph; Pleiku, Republic of Vietnam, 1971. This building housed Republic of Korea troops and was just outside Pleiku's central MACV compound. It was roughly half-way between our "home" in the hospital complex and our "office" in MACV. The damage was done by a 122 mm rocket. Every couple weeks the VC would fire missiles at us. While the rockets certainly weren't harmless--people died in this incident--they were far more scary than they were dangerous. Typically, we'd be ducking nine rockets in a day: Three in the early morning, three more around noon, and three before supper. They'd set up the rockets on the outskirts of the city--near the whorehouses, I'm told--and retreat into the town before the Hueys could respond. The intended target was usually the local military headquarters (II Corps). Since our Commcenter was on the line defined by the launch site and the target, we had more than a few close calls. But by the second rocket in each set, we'd be in the bunker, wearing tin pots & flack jackets.