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Los sélknam, pueblo indígena que llevaba habitando la Isla Grande de Tierra del Fuego desde aproximdamente el siglo XIV tras irrumpir desde la Patagonia continental, llamaron al lago Kakenchow que significa Agua Grande. Después se lo conocio como Lago Fagnano. Increíble lugar de nuestra tierra Argentina.
As promised, I grabbed my easel and paints and headed up to Nova Scotia to capture the colors and character of the harbor towns on the North Atlantic. A beautiful sunny and calm day provided the perfect canvas for today's Street View scene.
Water color rendition of a Google Earth Street View
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For my new Flickr friends,
I love to investigate the world via Google Street View, and occasionally I set up my watercolor easel (figuratively) and create a Plein Air painting of a scene. I use the digital art program called DAP to create these paintings. I try to find places that are not so well known, and today's painting is definitely not well known.
"So much earth, so little time"
As the sun was setting and a large cloud bank coming in, made for a moody scene. The dark blue hues with the tinges of the setting sun made for an amazing scene. Oh and a few icebergs didn't hurt.
As we walked back to the carpark in Otmoor, this beautiful Muntjac were standing with the gate in lovely sunlight
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All life, as if an endless moment...
Seasons change after season.
This whole wonderful world was in white,
Then suddenly it becomes green again...
Where is the line, the one beyond which this life is?
Where is sensuality, and where is rationality?
Where is what we call MIRAGES,
And where is the inexorable reality?
And the world - it is as if woven from problems,
The mysteries in it are sometimes inexplicable,
But we live in it for some reason, why?
Everything in this world is so inexplicable...
We want it to be simple, why?
To understand everything that we do not understand?
So that no one understands
Everything that we feel and everything that we know?
What are we striving for, what do we want to understand?
First we create, and then we destroy again,
We are so used to losing so much,
That our souls become hardened from losses.
We are used to life, and it is only a moment!
I just started living, and life is already coming to an end,
And this world remains a fairy tale
A mystery, once unsolved...
As I prepare for my annual October fishing trip to Lake George and the Juniper Club, I decided to review last years photos.
This photo is of one of the two Osprey that laid claim to Silver Glen over the past few years. They spend as much time fending off the eagles as they do providing for themselves.
My hope is that they are well after spending another year in the wild as I hope to be seeing them soon!
As the title indicates - an edit of a previous image I took one sunrise at Bar Beach, NSW; Australia a few weeks ago.
I've altered the composition slightly from the original in an attempt to help the viewers eye follow the line of rocks front and back through the image - hope it works!
Have a great day and weekend!!
Thanks once again for any comments, views or favorites for this or any of my other images - always very much appreciated!!!
As above, so below
In the water, green does flow
Wildly sinking into the deep
Waking the water from its sleep
In natures mirror, beauty seen
Declining down and coloured green
As I explained in the description of the last picture, the houses along the canal are very new, but still built in the traditional style. Here you can get an impression of this.
Andrey Kurkov: “This war will last as long as Putin is alive”
www.newstatesman.com/podcasts/world-review-podcast/2022/0...
As mentioned in a comment on a previous photo in the series, these are generally pictures taken straight down on a grey cement floor. Colors appear during post-processing that depend in part on processing choices and in part on the quality of interior and exterior light on the scene. It didn't look like this when I saw it.
Thanks very much to all for the positive comments!
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As deep shadow creeps across the face of Steamboat Rock, Union Pacific's ZDVSC 02 UPS train glides west through Echo Canyon the afternoon of Oct. 2, 2021.
As close as you get to my cat's nose.
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As evening descends over the Rocky Mountains with Union Pacific's Moffat Tunnel Subdivision therein, the rumble of a train can be heard through South Boulder Canyon as they work their way up the 2% grade into Pinecliffe, Colorado. Framed from atop tunnel 29, we see an empty UP westbound oil train pass the sight of the daylighted tunnel 28 in the backdrop, then wrapping around the bend past the Boiling Gulch just before entering the east portal of the short tunnel 29.
The roar of six locomotives working their train through some of the most impressive railroad engineering for its time, the sounds of the South Boulder Creek below and the cool evening air all from my vantage point overlooking the canyon was truly breathtaking and a mere image just cannot do justice.
As indicated by the sign pole extending from under the gable, this building housed many different small businesses in the past.
As I've mentioned before on some of my other photographs of Cork, the River Lee can yield some amazing reflections. Here is another image captured on a "wind-calm" day in downtown Cork.
El origen del Campo das Hortas se sitúa en el medievo, con la construcción de la muralla de Santiago. Una de sus siete puertas, la Porta da Trinidade, se encontraba muy cerca de la zona, en la calle Carretas.
Por esa puerta, que servía como punto de inicio del Camino de Santiago a Fisterra, también llegaban la mayor parte de productos hortícolas a la ciudad, lo que le valió el sobrenombre de Porta dos Carros.
La Rúa das Hortas también recibe su nombre de aquella época, en la que atravesaba dos grandes agrupaciones de parcelas dedicadas al cultivo.
El desarrollo urbano de Santiago a lo largo de los próximos siglos no afectó a los usos de uno de esos espacios, situado tras la Igrexa de San Fructuoso: el Campo das Hortas.
Texting in my group chat doesn't count as therapy
But all my friends are there for me
Don't need prescription clarity
I won't pay to have a weird old lady stare at me
I just wanna laugh, you're scaring me
I'll make my life a parody
I love my delusions
I find them amusing
It might be confusing to you
As if to say... are you here again!
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As the sun was going down at the Cheesering on Bodmin Moor it was obvious that bank of cloud was not going anywhere. Just thickening if anything so we just sat and waited as as I knew.. err hoped it would become wedged like a star between the land and those clouds. By this time only two other people remained sitting not far from us just watching the spectacle as we were...
I am not an experienced landscape photographer so it’s a good job I had plenty of time to choose the best options for this shot but even then I could not balance the brightness and shadows successfully to my satisfaction.
I tried hard grads, soft grads and stacked grads..no good.
This is a blend of three shots...
One for the top, one for the middle and one for the foreground rocks. Impossible without a tripod so I’m pleased I took it along.
Well Jonathan took it along actually like the gentleman he is..
The same place as the previous shot as that was my preferred composition.
The Cheesewring is a short walk (approx. 1½ km the north) across the moor. On a clear day its distinct shape can be seen from most parts of the Minions moor - standing on the edge of the Cheesewring Quarry. Its shape has been the subject of many debates; the result of weather erosion on the granite strata of the moor over many years. From the Cheesewring the views across the Cornish countryside and into Devon are nothing less than stunning on a clear day.
As the fog cleared on the day I shot the ribbon of fog coming up the river, the sun says good morning to Pittsburgh.
As FlyFisherMike and I were scouting Hatchie NWR and Oneal Lake, we were finding some nice driftwood pieces. This is one put to use in the backyard area.
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As traditionally defined:
a. To sail or travel about, as for pleasure or reconnaissance;
b. To go or move along, especially in an unhurried or unconcerned fashion;
c. To travel at a constant speed or at a speed providing maximum operating efficiency for a sustained period;
d. To move leisurely about an area in the hope of discovering something.
All perfectly characterizing my dear loons who remain still, providing the ideal canoe companions and the perfect example of how to best utilize the lake. Here, the male shown in the morning fogs which now characterize the lake, they will stay until the first signs of ice arrive.
I watched as a young boy played on this precarious perch. He walked the log as his mother prodded him along. "How does she not see the danger", I kept thinking. This could turn into an awful situation.
A few minutes later, after the boy got wet, but remained unscathed, they left. Then I figured it was time to go back to the image I had in mind, and capture the action of the waves. Glad for the outcome, or lack there of, this is the shot I had envisioned, in place of what almost occurred.
this is a picture i took last spring in my mum's garden! i love her garden in spring, it's always full of beautiful flowers; i know this picture isn't spectacular, but sometimes simple is just as beautiful!
As we walked along the beach we noticed the skimmers were getting a little nervous as other people walked nearer to them. They would takeoff and circle around, re-settling a little further up the beach. They did this several times as we observed them, making some great opportunities for in flight shot as they made another pass.
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Sadly, as of March 2025, the historic Bull Run Bridge (also known as Jenkinsburg Bridge) was permanently closed to vehicles due to safety concerns and to prevent damage to the bridge. Built in 1912 by the Canton Bridge Company, the stunning through-truss bridge traverses West Virginia's very remote and scenic Cheat River Canyon. It rests about 70 feet above a pristine setting on the river known as Blue Hole. [Flickr Explore, November 23, 2025.]
As viewed from the Erba Park path above the Main-Danube Canal on a sunny day in June. Monochrome emphasizes the apparent simplicity of the scene. Lens: Tamron 28-200mm for MInolta A + Sony AF adapter. [SNY03525_lr_3000]
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Charleroi - Marchienne-au-Pont - Rue de Châtelet
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As its still Ferrari Friday, here is a shot from the assembly road at Goodwood of chassis 2129GT, a Ferrari 250 GT SWB/C sold to Garage Francorchamps for Willy Mairess to race in 1960.
This car took the victory at the Tour de France on its maiden race, driven by Willy Mairesse and Georges Berger, under number 157. It then took second at the 1000km Paris with Wolfgang von Trips partnering Willy Mairesse.
In 1967, under the ownership of Bill Lake, the car had sliding windows fitted rather than the factory vent windows.
In 2001 Adrian Beecroft took ownership, and the car was fitted with registration "SSL 899".
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