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As we explored around French Farm Lake near Mackinaw City, Michigan, the forest floor seemed alive with color. (OE)
Available at www.robertcarterphotography.com under "Autumn" . . .
As I walked up Dengemarsh track I noticed this beautifully marked Marsh Harrier skirting the gravel pit . I waited hidden by a sallow bush and as luck was on my side he flew right by me .
As a German, I'm not used to such memorials for the victorious soldiers of wars past. Obviously, the Brits have another history.
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Holdin' me back
Gravity's holdin' me back
I want you to hold out the palm of your hand
Why don't we leave it at that?
Nothin' to say
When everything gets in the way
Seems you cannot be replaced
And I'm the one who will stay, oh
In this world, it's just us
You know it's not the same as it was
In this world, it's just us
You know it's not the same as it was
As it was, as it was
You know it's not the same
... as the suns light drops below the horizon, and the shadows begin to climb trees, night comes to the autumn fields, with more rain a possibility ...
This is my leather ‘belt for life’. Pretty sure I bought it from either Rhodes or Crete around 30 years ago and I’ve barely worn another since. At macro level it looks like it’s ready for the bin but as the title suggests it’s got a few more years in it yet!
HMM
As always, many thanks for taking the time to view, fave and comment. That's very much appreciated
Stay safe!
This was a drive by shooting. We were driving back from Whistler, and there are such amazing views along the way, but hardly any viewpoints. And the best views are ones where you can't stop. I've tried shooting as a moving passenger many times, and most often, the images are just a blur. This one wasn't as blurry, so I'll take it....
50:52 - Sunset
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As the sunrise started, so did some of the fog burning off, starting to reveal the mountains again during this long exposure at Oxbow Bend.
.. I see this bush that I never photograph because I dislike it .. but who am I to dislike this .. it simply ignores me too .. I don't care to be ignored so.. I photograph a tiny piece of it .. perhaps our relationship will improve.. or so I tell the voices in my head.
Thanks for looking in! - Have a great day!
Kingfisher - Alcedo Atthis
Double click..
The common kingfisher (Alcedo atthis) also known as the Eurasian kingfisher, and river kingfisher, is a small kingfisher with seven subspecies recognized within its wide distribution across Eurasia and North Africa. It is resident in much of its range, but migrates from areas where rivers freeze in winter.
This sparrow-sized bird has the typical short-tailed, large-headed kingfisher profile; it has blue upperparts, orange underparts and a long bill. It feeds mainly on fish, caught by diving, and has special visual adaptations to enable it to see prey under water. The glossy white eggs are laid in a nest at the end of a burrow in a riverbank.
The female is identical in appearance to the male except that her lower mandible is orange-red with a black tip. The juvenile is similar to the adult, but with duller and greener upperparts and paler underparts. Its bill is black, and the legs are also initially black. Feathers are moulted gradually between July and November with the main flight feathers taking 90–100 days to moult and regrow. Some that moult late may suspend their moult during cold winter weather.
The flight of the kingfisher is fast, direct and usually low over water. The short rounded wings whirr rapidly, and a bird flying away shows an electric-blue "flash" down its back.
The common kingfisher is widely distributed over Europe, Asia, and North Africa, mainly south of 60°N. It is a common breeding species over much of its vast Eurasian range, but in North Africa it is mainly a winter visitor, although it is a scarce breeding resident in coastal Morocco and Tunisia. In temperate regions, this kingfisher inhabits clear, slow-flowing streams and rivers, and lakes with well-vegetated banks. It frequents scrubs and bushes with overhanging branches close to shallow open water in which it hunts. In winter it is more coastal, often feeding in estuaries or harbours and along rocky seashores. Tropical populations are found by slow-flowing rivers, in mangrove creeks and in swamps.
Like all kingfishers, the common kingfisher is highly territorial; since it must eat around 60% of its body weight each day, it is essential to have control of a suitable stretch of river. It is solitary for most of the year, roosting alone in heavy cover. If another kingfisher enters its territory, both birds display from perches, and fights may occur, in which a bird will grab the other's beak and try to hold it under water. Pairs form in the autumn but each bird retains a separate territory, generally at least 1 km (0.62 mi) long, but up to 3.5 km (2.2 mi) and territories are not merged until the spring.
Very few birds live longer than one breeding season. The oldest bird on record was 21 years.
They are also listed as a Schedule 1 species under the Wildlife and Countryside Act offering them additional protection.
Population:
UK breeding:
3,800-6,400 pairs
As I said folks it's been an exceptional year for the R.S.H.'s but who's complaining. There will be a few of this species and each one different and no repeats of the same bird, all different.
Thank you so much for visiting and have a wonderful day and evening.
As we're off to see John Cooper Clarke in Bristol tonight, I had to pick one of his tracks, so Mustn't go down to the sea again is fine for this sunset shot at Southerndown. I won't take any notice though, as I always keep going back.
As we were driving to our motel, the clouds started to get colorful, found a place to pull over and got this!! Hope you are having a blessed week, never forget if you are God's He loves you very much!!!
This shot was taken with my macro contraption (50mm f/1.4 lens, 47 mm extender tube on one side and a 250D macro lens on the other). That means the lens was almost touching the butterfly. I have no idea how they let me get that close, but these butterflies did not seem to be frightened.
As a public service, the weather tonight is " not fit for man nor beast"
Out in it
City street:
a slick mash
of ice and sleet
falling, cars
geared down,
store canopies
sagging and
a wind that
seems phlegmatic
suffers through
the night, roofs
glazed, the cold
numbing to those
out in it, man and
dog, patrol officer,
an insomniac who
seeks the silence
of God but hears
a distant siren
wailing her name;
what falls might
be the dust of stars,
chips of light,
crystals swirling
piecemeal
in a brain-
storm I might
only have
imagined
--Miguel de O
font: ER Architect
texture by Remember Remember
More in my Wild Flower album HERE
Alison Ruth Bales
Walk the garden every day,
new growth bursts forth.
Tall spikes of lavender and blue,
a single drop of dew
envelops a rose petal.
Each seed I planted in the earth
now blooms on this balmy day.
yet here I see a sight anew,
as foxgloves tower towards the sun,
these were not sown by me.
Their gentle hues dance in the wind
amongst the shrubs and green.
For these to visit my special place
and shower me with love,
are truly a Gift from God.
As my planned trip to the Farne Islands was cancelled this year I have been looking through some old images not previously posted.
When coming in to land with a mouth full of eels, wings splayed and undercarriage down they provide a great photographic opportunity.
Many thanks to everyone that views and comments on my images - very much appreciated.
And don’t regard yourself as a guardian of freedom unless you respect and preserve the rights of people you disagree with to free, public, unhampered expression :-)
Gerard K. O’Neill, 2081
HGGT!! VOTE!!! RESIST!!!
really quite beautiful in large :-)
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mahonia, 'Skylark', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
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Ni's version and credits here
Thank you so much Ni lovely for letting me do the scene with you. I enjoyed it loads and loads and learned so much <3333
As I already explained in my previous image of similar title, this is what is going on in this Northern Paradise. We passed by watching in horror and pushing the accelerator to the very bottom to get away from this madness as fast as possible. ... Call me selfish, call me a friggin individualist, but I will NEVER stand in a line experiencing such places in a melee ;)
Needless probably to add that their two minibuses were almost blocking a very narrow road while about 500 metres further there was a parking lot! Gosh I hate this new photographic vandalism!
... as long as you believe in yourself.
Michelle Worthington
Topaz Studio
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Please, don't fave and run, you will get yourself blocked.
Known locally as "Whalley Arches", Whalley Viaduct is a 48 span railway bridge crossing the River Calder and a listed structure.
It was built between 1846 and 1850 under the engineering supervision of Terrence Wolfe Flanagan and formed part of the Bolton, Blackburn, Clitheroe and West Yorkshire Railway. It is a red brick arch structure and the longest and largest railway viaduct in Lancashire.[4] It carries the railway, now known as the Ribble Valley Line, 21.3m over the river for 620m.
Whalley Arches, east side, from the road
Over 7 million bricks and 12,338 cubic metres of stone were used in construction. 3,000m of timber were used for the arch centring, temporary platforms and the permanent foundation piles. During construction on 6 October 1849, two of the 41 arches then completed collapsed, with the loss of three lives.
The east side of the bridge, nearest the remains of the Abbey, has the only decorative treatment
A rosy, snowy Mount Baker, WA, USA with Burnaby Hill, Vancouver, BC, Canada in the foreground as the city lights begin to come on.
Merkel has been frequently referred to as the de facto leader of the European Union and the most powerful woman in the world.
My favorite leader! Hats off to her...shall miss her presence in the World forum
an Indian in Saudi Arabia
Commonly known as moth orchids, is a genus of about seventy species of orchids in the family orchid. Orchids in this genus are monopodial epiphytes or lithophytes with long, coarse roots, short, leafy stems and long-lasting, flat flowers arranged in a flowering stem that often branches near the end. Orchids in this genus are native to India, China, Southeast Asia, New Guinea and Australia with the majority in Indonesia and the Philippines. A few to many, small to large, long-lasting, flat, often fragrant flowers are arranged on erect to hanging racemes or panicles. The sepals and petals are free from and spread widely apart from each other. The lateral sepals are usually larger than the dorsal sepal and the petals much wider than the sepals. The labellum is joined stiffly to the column and has three lobes. The side lobes are erect and more or less parallel to each other and the middle lobe sometimes has a pair of appendages or antennae. R_2578
A female Ruby-throated Hummingbird sits on a nest as the male only sticks around for mating and then he leaves. This is the first nest that I have ever seen. We will be going back to check on the little ones . Wish it was a little lower and not so dark. Bucks Co. PA.
“As babies we’re born blank sheets of paper. Not a single mark. As we grow older, lines form, then colors and patterns. Before long that paper is all sorts of brilliant. Like a kaleidoscope, no two exactly alike.” Shannon Wiersbitzky.
Urban kaleidoscope.
“As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
― Pablo Neruda
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=WtfHk2hSlqA
WICKED GAME by CHRIS ISAAK
FIREWORKS IN MY MIND
I feel that I could lose myself
within the warm fold of your arms
the intensity you feel for me
ignites fireworks in my mind
within the recess of my heart
where past love left a void
there's a burning river running through
lighting fireworks in my mind
it's scorching everything I touch
and coursing through my veins
I close my eyes and try to breathe
but still see fireworks in my mind
I feel myself falling deep
in the garden of my dreams
this burning love; intense white heat
creates fireworks in my mind
I walk along my empty beach
and try to stem the flow
I don't want to feel this way
with fireworks in my mind
it feels too much; explosive love
it consumes me with it's madness
somehow you got beneath my skin
caused fireworks in my mind
I'm weakening now as you grow close
but I'm less when you're not here
the coldness that ached and broke my bones
is gone with fireworks in my mind
I need to choose; to do things right
but it's harder when you're here
you took my heart and made it yours
lit fireworks in my mind
If I could choose and have it all
I'd tell you not to go
don't make me choose between the moon and you
with fireworks in my mind
- AP - Copyright remains with the author
'copyright image please do not reproduce without permission'
My artwork is a compilation of 3 of my photographs
Tu sais que tu viens du Midi quand...
Tu mets de l'huile d'olive partout dans tes plats.
Tu as une légère tendance à l'exagération.
Les gens te disent "arrête de crier" mais tu ne. cries pas, tu parles juste.
Tu sais que l'été entre 11h et 16h c'est pas possible de faire autre chose que la sieste.
Tu ne comprends pas pourquoi on te dit que tu as un accent mais que ça te fait plaisir quand même.
Tu sais que "degun" c'est pas une personne;
Tu dis "peuchère" à tout bout de champs.
Toi aussi quand tu étais gosse on t'appelait "pitchoun(e)".
Tu sais que "couillon" n'est pas un gros mot.
Le mot coucourde te fait pas rire, bah oui c'est jamais qu'une courgette.
Tu roumègues tout le temps.
Tu mets les Santons de Provence dans ta crèche à Noël.
Tu as forcément bu du pastaga et ça depuis ton plus jeune âge.
Fin avril tu sors les tee-shirt, et ça jusqu'en octobre.
Ton décor c'est des oliviers et des pins.
Tu fais des soirées sur la plage.
Tu passes des journées entières à la plage l'été.
Pour toi 16° c'est froid.
Tu sais jouer à la pétanque depuis tout petit
Tu payes ton Coca 5€ en plein été (merci les touristes!)
Tu sors acheter le pain et que tu rentres 1h après...Tu as rencontré charette (en même temps tu connais bcp de monde!) et on t'a payé au moins 3 coups a boire!
L’apéro est pour toi bien + qu'une "tradition" c'est un style de vie!
L'été c'est resto au bord de l'eau et soirée sur le port
Tu dis "plein des" et pas plein de...
Tu crains degun!
Dès lors où tu t'éloignes de la méditerranée et du vent marin, tu pleures comme un orphelin.
Tu sais qu'il ne faut pas confondre Marseillais, Toulonnais, Niçois et Corses , C'est pas pareil.
En dehors du Midi ceux sont des estrangés.
Tu dis « boire un canon » au lieu de dire «boire un verre de vin».
Lorsqu'il y a un match de l'OM ou du RCT, tu as l'impression que ta vie va se jouer.
Il te pousse des boutons dès lors qu'on te parle de Paris.
Tu dis « cagole » pour désigner une fille de mauvais genre.
Tu dis « teston » pour dire têtu.
Tu dis « se gaver » pour dire «réussir quelque chose avec brio».
Tu dis « fada » au lieu de « un fou ».
Tu dis « au con ! » cinquante fois dans une phrase.
Tu dis « s'empéguer » ou «se brougner la gueule» au lieu de «se souler».
Tu te mets à klaxonner à tout bout de champs.
Tes amis et ta famille (que tu chambres de longue parce que certains sont montés vivre à Paris! ) te disent au téléphone: "il pleut chez nous" et que toi tu leur réponds "binnnn nous la dernière fois qu'il a plu c'était..... ???????????? heeeeeuuuuu je sais plus!!
Tu viens du Midi quand tu demandes un Gambetta limonade dans un bar à Paris et que le serveur ne sait pas ce que c'est le Gambetta !
Ton père t'a déjà dit ensuqué de Barjolles je vais te destroncher.
Ton vocabulaire est riche de ce genre de mots :
peuchère
chichounet
pichoune
escagassé
ensuqué
ça pègue!
estrasse
kékou
gabian
garri!
fada
nine
gobì
cambouler
caracou
cagade
mèfì!
pebron
pistou
Fan!
Farigoulette
Jobastre
Bader
Bordille
emboucaner
cague aux brailles
Fatche de!
encataner
tété d'ail
"boulégues pas lou batéou"
cafoutchou
au fan des pieds
le capéou
"lou solou mi fa caga"
au coquin de sort
putain d'adele!
Con de manon!
Fan de chichoune
de longue
il a fait fanny
- oh connnnnnnnn!
- oh l'enculééééé!
- tu le crois ça???
- oh juuureuh!
- et pourquoi faire?
Tu dis "putain " au moins vingt fois dans la journée;
Ça t'emmerde s'il pleut deux jours d'affilée!