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As seen from I79, symbol U702 with 96 taconite loads crosses the Kimbles Viaduct along the Porter Cutoff east of Mercer. The bridge crosses Mills Creek, Scrubgrass Road, and the abandoned right of way of the old B&LE main that the present line replaced.
As there were some sunny spells this morning, we decided to have a beach walk.
Auchenmalg is a small hamlet situated on the shore of Luce Bay in the parish of Old Luce, Wigtownshire, south-west Scotland. The light on the sea and the sands this morning was just beautiful.
tras las intensas lluvias, dos bestas de A Groba intentan secarse al tibio sol de una mañana de invierno...
In the Brecon Beacons National Park, Wales.
That is the actual James Bond Aston Martin DB5 as first seen in Goldfinger in 1965. Probably the most iconic and famous car in the world and likely priceless too. If you google that licence registration BMT216A, it will confirm that it also appeared in Thunderball, Golden Eye, Tomorrow Never Dies, Casino Royale, Skyfall, Spectre and No Time to Die. Or you can see the registration here -
www.007.com/the-vehicles/aston-martin-db5/
And now here it is on the Flickr page of old Magoo - who’d have thunk! A scoop or what? Here it has its latest modification to its front bumper - a guy in.a luminous orange jacket trying to take a photograph.
So how did old Magoo bumbling around with his white stick and who can’t tell a farmers truck from a pedal cycle happen to bump into it in the back of beyond on the Brecon Beacons, how did he know what it was and more importantly, is that the real James Bond behind the wheel?
So there I was on a very quiet mountain road in the middle of nowhere when I hear the throaty roar of a vehicle coming up behind me. The road isn’t wide enough for man and car so I step off to allow it through, but it pulls to a halt alongside.…
“You’re looking very official by the side of the road” Says James Bond. It puzzles me for a second and I realise he must be referring to my luminous coat. (I later realise he must have been looking for the camera crew and thought I was with them).
“Oh the jacket” I say “It’s so I can be seen by cars because I can’t see them” and I hold up my white stick. And then, listening to the sweet purr of the engine I say “That’s a beautiful sounding car you have there, what is it?
“An Aston Martin DB5” Bond says.
“Wow” says I “How old?”
“59 years” replies 007 without hesitation because if anyone would know he would, right? “It’s the James Bond car” he adds.
I wrongly presume he means ‘like the James Bond car’ not the actual car itself and so like an idiot I ask - “How long have you had it?”
“We are actually filming here for a couple of days” says James by way of explanation.
“Are you James Bond then?” I ask with a wry grin.
“Well, sort of “ he replies with a chuckle. I expect he was being covert. I’m stood there close enough to touch the car and am wondering whether or not this is Daniel Craig or the new Bond guy driving - I certainly can’t tell, the car is just a fuzzy haze to me and the driver non existent, when he politely excuses himself and drives off. I’m left wondering whether he was pulling old Magoo’s leg or whether this really was the real Bond car and then feel more than a little disappointed that I didn’t get a photo. Wouldn’t you?? Let’s face it, it’s not the sort of thing you expect is it?
I continue on my deflated way when after about half a mile I pass a group of people by the side of the road. There is absolutely never anyone here and even though I cannot see their equipment I presume it must be the film crew. I wander on thinking they must be waiting for me to walk on through so they can do the take, which means the Licence to Kill and his car must be up ahead somewhere - and sure enough, a couple hundred yards on I catch that sweet throaty purr again.
“Would you mind if I take a photograph of your car Mr Bond, so I can see it on the big screen when I get home?”
“Be my guest” says James. Realising I was probably holding things up and I would have only time for one shot I quickly took it and wandered up to his window and showed him the back of the camera and asked if it looked okay?
“Haha” Laughs the Licence 2 Kill “It’s right in the middle”. Well, that was good enough for me, a crackshot secret agent with such an eye for the ladies and who bumps off global super villains for fun should be able to judge a photo right? And after thanks, I wanders on me way, and when I was clear he must have got the ‘camera - action’ instruction because the pedal hit the metal and it leapt away towards the cameras with a glorious roar.
So was that the real James Bond, or another actor filling in for him? I have absolutely no idea, couldn’t see him at all - but I’ll go this far……it wasn’t Sean Connery or Roger Moore, I would have recognised those voices for sure…….
A big thanks to the photography gods for causing James Bond to stop and talk, because if he hadn’t I would have had no idea there was filming taking place and wouldn’t have got the shot - and a double big thanks to 007 for being sociable and letting me take the photo! If you see a tramp in a bright orange coat cluttering up the movie - that’ll be old Magoo……
As dawn breaks over North Texas, a wind turbine on the University of North Texas campus rises tall against the sky.
As if, the sunlight was trapped in between the petals of this pink flowers. No flash, no lighting support, purely sunlight...
Better View On Black
As we were driving down Gaglardi Way in West Vancouver, enjoying the light show of the setting sun,
I was snapping photos of the light on Port Mann Bridge, when Ross exclaimed "look at Miss Baker!" , she was HUGE
and just barely visible. She seems to have the ability to shrink and expand, to hide and to suddenly appear ...
As a big snow storm is approching us, they were calling for 25cm, now it's been upgraded to 40cm... where to put it all! I had to post this pic of my gorgeous Magnolia blossom to remind me there are wamer & prettier days ahead!
As seen at the New York Historical Society;. The painting marks the end of the Revolution in 1783 but the painting was done ca 1857-66 by an unknown artist although it was originally thought to be the work of Felix O.C. Darley. It's been noted that while most of the citizens are celebrating two--the Indian in the lower right and the woman of color in the lower left are looking more skeptical. This painting is part of the Exhibit. Scenes of New York City. Part of the Elie and Sarah Hirshfield collection. It is there until February 17.
As far as I know the first to describe this exuberantly orange Azalea was the well-known German-Dutch botanist Carl Ludwig Blume (1796-1862). He wrote his short description in 1823 almost immediately after becoming director of 's-Lands Plantentuin (Kebun Raya) in what was then Buitenzorg, today Bogor on Java, Indonesia. There has been some confusion about the provenance of our shrub, whether China or Japan. Apparently both varieties are so alike that the scientific name on which scientists agree is Rhododendron molle (Blume) G. Don, subsp. japonicum Kron.
If you want to learn more go to the fine article - including great maps - by Kathleen Anne Kron (1956-) in the Edinburgh Journal of Botany 1993, pp.279-281. Worth a read.
...I realize
Just what you mean
To me
And now
Now that you're near
Promise your love
That I've waited to share
And dreams
Of our moments together
Colour my world with hope of loving you
Inspiration: "Colour My World" - Chicago
Happy New Year!
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As opposed to my near nothing day yesterday, today was magical as you'll see in the coming days.
Thank you for visiting my site and taking the time to leave a comment. Truly appreciated!
In my garden. La Ceja, Colombia.
Because it reached its highest development as an ornamental plant in China, and as most early cultivars were collected there and shipped to Europe, the species was given its name rosa-sinensis or Rose of China (China Rose). Today there is almost unlimited variation in shades of colour.
As evening settled over the Karakoram, the valleys disappeared into cool blue shadow while the highest summit remained wrapped in the day's final golden light. Captured during the last minutes before sunset, this scene reflects one of the mountains' most magical transitions—a brief moment when darkness rises from below as light gently retreats from above.
As the house lights come on during an early December morning, Brooklynites prepare to meet the world. I want to wish everyone on Flickr a blessed upcoming winter season of safety, health and happiness!! John
As the sun declined, I discovered these two cup agrions in this face-to-face encounter.
When night falls, these damselflies group together on common or nearby supports, and hide behind them with their long silhouettes when they detect a presence.
Enallagma cyathigerum, the cutting agrion, is a species of odonate insect that belongs to the European damselflies.
Agrions colonise the banks of clear, slow-flowing, well-oxygenated watercourses that receive plenty of sunlight.
The main threat to the agrionid is the modification of its habitat by man (mowing, dredging, water pollution). A National Action Plan for dragonflies was set up in 2010, with the aim of acquiring new knowledge about the ecology of the species in order to improve the protection of its habitat.
Freehand shot in natural light at the ponds in my village in Haute Normandie (France)
Fujifilm X-T5 + Fujinon 80mm f2.8 macro lens; 1/2000s at f/4; ISO 125
As Belas Flores do Cerrado
Bush flowers - that are born spontaneously, without any care or cultivation. Flowers in nature.
Flores que nascem naturalmente, sem cultivo ou qualquer cuidado. Flores na natureza.
Aristolochia gigantea é uma planta da família das aristoloquiáceas nativa do Brasil
Bioma Cerrado
Área de Proteção Ambiental
Água Mineral
Parque Nacional de Brasília
Brasília, Brasil
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
- BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
Blog Post
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Ralston's Cairn, Glencoe, Scotland
As I’m shortly to set off for a 2 week trip to Glencoe & Isle of Skye I thought I’d post an image I took in Glencoe a little over a year ago.
I’d seen photos of the Ralston Cairn on Flickr and saw a YouTube vlog on it a few years ago so I knew roughly where it was but had not actually tried to find it before. It’s one of those ‘honeypot’ images that divides opinions and given the main subject of the image is man-made even I wondered about shooting it. However, as I’d never shot it before I thought it was worth tracking down and seeing if there might be a nice sunset too. Alas there was nothing going on in the sky so I just fiddled around with various focus-bracketed compositions and chose this. No points for originality but it will do for me and it’s crossed off my list of Glencoe shots…..unless I’m in the area and it looks like a decent sky will be likely. Who knows, might happen this month when I’m up there although I want to seek out a few new places as well as some ‘tried-and-tested’ ones. If I’m absent until later in March you know why!
The Ralston Cairn is dedicated to Ralston Claud Muir, a train driver on the West Highland Line and avid hiker, especially within the Glencoe Glen.
Sadly Ralston fell ill on Christmas day 1999 and died 16 days later on 10 January 2000 from multiple organ failure caused by Leukaemia. He was only 32 years old.
The Glencoe Glen was his favourite place to hike and his friends and/family thought it fitting to erect an everlasting monument to his memory. His ashes are also interred at this spot. His friends and family still visit the monument, often with a wee dram of whisky to toast to his memory.
www.livebreathescotland.com/ralston-cairn-glencoe/
© All rights reserved to Steve Pellatt. Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit written permission.
Sastrugi
Sastrugi, or zastrugi, are features formed by erosion of snow by wind. They are found in polar regions, and in snowy, wind-swept areas of temperate regions, such as frozen lakes or mountain ridges. Sastrugi are distinguished by upwind-facing points, resembling anvils, which move downwind as the surface erodes. These points usually lie along ridges parallel to the prevailing wind; they are steep on the windward side and sloping to the leeward side. Smaller irregularities of this type are known as ripples (small, ~10 mm high) or wind ridges.
Large sastrugi are troublesome to skiers and snowboarders. Traveling on the irregular surface of sastrugi can be very tiring, and can risk breaking equipment—ripples and waves are often undercut and the surface is hard and unforgiving, with constant minor topographic changes between ridge and trough.
Etymology
The words sastrugi and zastrugi are Russian-language plurals; the singular is zastruga. The form sastruga started as the German-language transliteration of the Russian word заструга (plural: заструги).
A Latin-type analogical singular sastrugus is used in various writings on exploration of the South Pole, including Robert Falcon Scott's expedition's diaries and Ernest Shackleton's The Heart of the Antarctic.
Formation mechanism
White and black colors on sastrugi are not lights and shadows, they demonstrate difference in radioreflectivity of snow deposits on the windward and leeward sides of a sastruga.
Under the action of steady wind, free snow particles accumulate and drift like the sand grains in barchan dunes, and the resulting drifting snow shapes are also popularly referred to as barchans. Inuit of Canada call them kalutoqaniq. When winds slacken, the drifted formations consolidate via sublimation and recrystallization. Subsequent winds erode kalutoqaniq into the sculptured forms of sastrugi. Inuit call large sculpturings kaioqlaq and small ripples tumarinyiq. Further erosion may turn kaioqlaq back into drifting kalutoqaniq. An intermediate stage of erosion is mapsuk, an overhanging shape. On the windward side of a ridge, the base erodes faster than the top, producing a shape like an anvil tip pointing upwind.
On sea ice
Sastrugi are more likely to form on first-year sea ice than on multiyear ice. First-year ice is smoother than multiyear ice, which allows the wind to pass uniformly over the surface without topographic obstructions. Except during the melt season, snow is dry and light in climates cold enough for sea ice, allowing the snow to be easily blown and create sastrugi parallel to the wind direction. The locations of sastrugi are fixed by March in the northern hemisphere and may be linked to the formation of melt ponds. Melt ponds are more likely to form in the depressions between sastrugi on first-year ice.
Source: Wikipedia
AS Promised I have added a frame to this shot for amdolu..
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Foxglove thanks for the inspiration in the name
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*In Explore*
Sunset colors over Capitol Peak
Palo Duro Canyon State Park, Texas, USA
Camera: Fujifilm X-T5
Lens: Tamron 18-300 mm
Settings: ISO 500, f/6.3, 1/30s, 60 mm
As the sheets danced on the clothesline, carried by a gentle breeze, and the fragrance of freshly laundered linen filled the air, I couldn't help but be transported back to a cherished memory. It was a magical spot nestled in the heart of the forest, where I spent blissful summers with my Great-Granny. In that quaint yet cozy haven, every corner held a piece of nostalgia, and every moment felt like a warm embrace. It was a place where I truly felt at home, where memories were woven into the very fabric of the landscape.
Story by Duchess
DRD - The Burrow – Building @ Wizarding fair
DRD - Salem - Laundry - clothesline
DRD - Boho Garden Party – Trees
:Fanatik Architecture: WATERFALL
HISA - Rocky heights – rocks
HISA - Aspen Trees Summer
Blog Post
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Your Heart Is As Black As Night
Your eyes maybe whole
But the story I'm told
Is your heart is as black as night
You lips maybe sweet
Such that I can't compete
But your heart is as black as night
I don't know why it came along
At such a perfect time
But if I let you hang around
I'm bound to lose my mind
'Cause your arms maybe strong
But the feelings are all wrong
Your heart is as black as night
I don't know why it came along
At such a perfect time
But if I let you hang around
I'm bound to lose my mind
'Cause your hands maybe strong
But the feelings are all wrong
Your heart is as black
Your heart is as black
Oh, your heart is as black as night
Beth Hart & Joe Bonamassa - Your Heart Is As Black As Night
As you can see Morston can get particularly muddy underfoot. Not only did my trainers jeans and tripod get a good coating I also managed to drop my lens cap!
Taken at Morston, Norfolk, England at low tide.
As near as I can tell this is a young Cooper's Hawk. Feel free to correct me if you can make a more positive ID.
As Hibernia was getting off the ground last March, Alvaro posted their Baserunner, and I loved everything about it. I just had to build one, so I added a removable bed covering to the chassis that still allowed for some cargo to be stowed underneath.
Built for Hibernia: Antares Union Outpost display at BrickFair Virginia 2021.
As the Rio Grande Zephyr traveled between Salt Lake City and Helper, the train faced the morning sun. An exception was three miles of track through Gilluly, where the right of way reversed direction through the Wasatch to keep the grade at or below 2%.
On April 11, 1976, train No. 18 has reversed direction at the lower horseshoe, and will return to an eastward facing direction at the upper horseshoe on the ascent to Soldier Summit.
As we approached the area the seas became much calmer and the sun attempted to peer through the heavy cloud cover. The Antarctic Peninsula is the northernmost part of the mainland of Antarctica, located at the base of the Southern Hemisphere. Antarctica is a continent, bigger than Europe, North America or Australia,