Sublunar Photography

Here's a Soviet T34/85 Medium Tank. It was built sometime between 1943-45 and this example, which is an early variant of the T34 first produced in 1940, features a larger turret and improved interior layout of its predecessor. This tank employs an 85mm main gun and dual DT 1929 7.62×54R machine guns. The diesel powered V12 motor could propel this tank up to 26 MPH at a range of roughly 200 miles before refueling.

The T34 was Russia's primary tank and it played a major role in the outcome of World War II, after having achieved great successes early on. In 1941, it was described as the "finest tank in the world" by German general Paul Ludwig Ewald von Kleist. After having built over 80,000 T34's, it was the most produced tank of WWII and is currently the second most produced tank of all time, behind only its successor the T54. As of today, more than 130 T34's are still in service throughout the world, nearly 80 years after they were first introduced.

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First post of 2020 CORONAVIRUS MEGA BONUS: Rhymes with Tank

Back in January, 2020 was still a fresh new year full of the promises we make to ourselves out of weary wintertime desperation. There was no zombie apocalypse threatening our very way of life. Spring was coming in a few months and we just had to make it through the last of the cold wintry bullshit. We had been out seeking adventure one such winter's day and decided to finally try our luck at the Bank, a target of my interest for a long time. There were two separate fences to climb, then a courtyard where hopefully some windows would invite us inside for dirty shenanigans. No such luck. The only real possibility for access was a sketchy fire escape with a ladder extending down about 10 feet off the ground. Knowing there was no other option, I sourced some nearby debris and was just able to wrap the tips of my fingers around the bottom rung. The previous fences had already used up most of my immediate energy but the threat of not getting into the bank was taunting me. I made it up and motioned to my comrades that we're in luck. But I probably should have waited because none of the windows along the fire escape would open. Once my comrades joined me on the unstable and widely spaced metal bars that provided unobstructed view of the hard concrete ground far below us, I let them know it seemed like it might be a dead end. The only other route from here was the little ladder at the top, situated at the edge of the platform without guards of any kind to keep you from falling, which made the fire escape itself seem pretty solid by comparison. Luck was on our side and once we got on the roof we found a conveniently placed hatch.

Following some briefly terrifying pigeon shenanigans upon descending the ladder within the hatch, we were finally inside. This relief ran out, however, after realizing we were in a disjointed office building. There was no physical connection to the bank. We went up and down every flight of stairs at least twice in search of a hidden door. I thought I found one such door and, once again, after considerable time and effort, used found debris to convince the door to open unto us by sliding it behind the latch and wiggling with a determination greater than anything I've wiggled before. It was a closet. It didn't even have anything cool inside. Awesome.

Finally, we find ourselves in the basement again. We were on the verge of calling it when we consider the one final option none of us wanted to suggest up to this point. There's this door down there that points in the direction of the bank and seems like it could have been a loading bay. But it was one of those exceedingly heavy metal roll-up doors with electronic locks. The kind you can't lift up no matter how hard you try. Luckily, again, random objects presented themselves for our use which would alter the outcome of this valiant effort on our part to penetrate the dark recesses of this mysterious numismatic institution. The three of us accepted these objects and took it upon ourselves to realize the singular purpose for which they came into existence; to help us open the door to the bank. After several unsuccessful tries, we finally got the door open. Another round of exhausting attempts and we got it propped solidly open just far enough to squeeze through. We start slithering inside only to realize there's a camera aimed right at us. I figured we were already fucked if any of the cameras are active (there were about a dozen in the courtyard alone) so I walk up to it and confirm it's dead.

By the time we got far enough inside to confirm we were in the bank, we were all exhausted and starving. Nevertheless, we then had to explore all ~20 stories of it and enjoy the fruits of our labours. Normally I'd put effort into getting decent shots and maybe even some video. But sometimes, I just don't care enough. The whole point of this hobby is to explore and explore we did. Pictures and videos only get whatever energy I have left and on that day, I already used it all up. But I took a few quick shots here and there and I figured I ought to post something for all that effort.. so aside from the fond memories which I shall naturally forever hold close to my heart, here's the sole reward for a fucking long and grueling day for which three dumb idiots took countless risks and endured hunger and exhaustion to make possible.