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La Ceja, Colombia; Central Andes, 2300 meters above sea level.
The Slate-throated Redstart is found from northern Mexico south to northern Bolivia, always in temperate montane habitats. In the north it lives in Pine-Oak forests, farther south in cloud forests and moist montane slopes.
It is a species which shows a high degree of geographic variation. In fact this largely grayish-blue bird with a dark chestnut cap has a striking red belly in the north, and in South America it is yellow-bellied, with orange-bellied forms in-between.
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This, too, is from Point Defiance Park, located in Tacoma, Washington. They have the rose garden at the center of things, and then they decided to try a "temporary" garden of dahlias, and I've noticed it keeps getting larger and larger every time I go back! ha! Just face it, folks, Dahlias are a keeper! Who doesn't love a gorgeous Dahlia?! Hope you all enjoy!
Dahlia Garden
Point Defiance Park
Tacoma, Washington
091617
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As you probably noticed, I am unwelcome author Flickr. My account is "UNSAFE". The photo will be displayed only when you are over 18 but you have to change the profile settings.
Как вы, наверное, заметили, я нежелательным автор Flickr. Мой счет "UNSAFE". Фотография будет отображаться только тогда, когда вы старше 18 лет, но вы должны изменить настройки профиля.
Jak jste si asi všimnuli, jsem nevítaný autor Flickr. Můj účet je "UNSAFE". Fotka se vám zobrazí jen když je vám nad 18 ale musíte to změnit v nastavení profilu.
This was taken the beginning of July at the Riverside International Friendship Gardens, located in La Crosse, Wisconsin. We were getting ready to board the La Crosse Queen Cruise, a paddleboat that goes down the Mississippi River, and we decided to enjoy a bit of their gardens nearby while we waited. These daylilies were just gorgeous, so big and bright! Hope y'all enjoy!
Riverside International Friendship Gardens
La Crosse, Wisconsin
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Heart Spring
Upper Geyser Basin
Yellowstone National Park
Immediately southeast of the Lion Group, Heart Spring is a pretty pool of clear blue water, 15 feet deep and 10 feet across, enclosed by white sinter mats and orange-brown algae. It was named in the 1950s because of its heart-like shape. The pool is generally inactive, its water temperature a little below boiling. www.americansouthwest.net
Yellowstone National Park
Wyoming
081517
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This might come as a big surprise to all my friends here on flickr but there is a new addition to the family. Please welcome wee Tilly. Ashala has got a new baby sister. Tilly is a 5 and half month old border collie and is a wee rescue dog from The Pound. My sister Gina seen a ad for her on one of her Whatsapp groups that she just joined a month before and a member was asking did anybody want to take on a wee rescue pup. Gina phoned up on the Friday and by the Monday the 29th April we brought wee Tilly home. We named her after our Mother who has recently passed away. Tilly and her two siblings were dumped in the dog pound just weeks ago. They had never been handled and would only come out of their shelter for minutes at a time in The Pound before scurrying back in again. The person on Whatsapp was Tilly's foster Mother for just around a week but she quickly gained Tilly's confidence. Tilly is a remarkable wee pup and has come on leaps and bounds since we brought her home 5 days ago. Took her to a dog class that I was taking Ashala to last night to get her socialized and she was perfect. The trainer said she was very bright. She is a very gentle wee thing and has fitted into our home perfectly. There was a wee bit of jealousy between Ashala and Tilly at the beginning but as each day has gone on the jealousy has decreased. The jealousy was more on Tilly's part she didn't want us patting Ashala and would run over to separate us from stroking her. I think Tilly is going to be one very special wee dog especially with the way she is now and how she has over come most of her fears when she hadn't been socilized for the first 5 months of her life. This pic was taken just after Tilly had her first swim in the sea that is why she has the wet look...lol.
Just a wee picture of Asha in her Santa glasses that I added a bit of sparkle to the background to make it more festive. I just know Asha would love to wish all her fans here on flickr a very Happy Christmas.
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It’s been a long time since last time I updated my account. Lots have been changed, yet the passion is still there.
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The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
Olá amigos, com o dólar na estratosfera aqui no Brasil, e depois de 6 anos, não consegui renovar minha PRO. E eles vão apagar minhas fotos!! Uma vergonha!
Hi friends, with the dollar in the stratosphere here in Brazil, and after 6 years, I haven't been able to renew my PRO. And they're going to delete my photos!! What a shame!
Probably the most imperious-looking cat I’ve ever encountered, in Oban.
For an account of my trip to Oban, Mull, Iona and the especially fascinating Slate Islands:
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Location: Goeree, the Netherlands
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Een behoorlijke lading staalrollen laten zich bijna iedere zaterdag wanneer ik me in Duitsland begeef zien achter een duo 151. Of het nu in Bornheim is of zoals in dit geval Lintorf, deze trein met zijn toch net wat interessantere tractie lijkt erg gewillig te zijn op foto te gaan.
De 151 099 en 151 062 zijn samen met een aantal soortgenoten inmiddels eigendom van leasemaatschappij Railpool (zoals ook blijkt aan de inmiddels grijs geworden machine) maar doen in dit geval toch weer dienst voor DB Cargo.
Het grootse gewicht van de trein maakt dat in multiple tractie gereden wordt wanneer het drietal Nederlandse fotograferen passerend op het moment dat Lintorf binnengereden wordt terwijl het geheel onderweg is van Oberhausen Osterfeld naar Andernach.
A pair of retired form MARC commuter rail units sit derelict stored on the property of shortline Columbia and Reading. GP40WH-2s 56 and 58 were heavily rebuilt by Morrison–Knudsen from GP40 freight units (originally IC 3040 and PC 3141 respectively) gaining flared SD45 radiators and wide noses from old F45s at that time. They served as primary MARC power from 1994 until sometime between 2009 and 2011 when the fleet was sold off excepting one retained for non-revenue service. Purchased by M-K successor Motive Power Inc. many were remanufactured again into MP32PH-Q locomotives for use on SunRail as seen in this recent image I shared: flic.kr/p/2kVW4Uj But these particular two have languished here for years along with sisters 54 and 57 which recently departed. It appears that MPI successor Wabtec sold all four to Staunton, VA based Precision Locomotive Leasing account all four are listed on their website here: www.pnlxrail.com/locomotives so maybe their story isn't over just yet!
Columbia, Pennsylvania
Saturday April 3, 2021
I've already written a lengthy account of my visit to Kynance Cove last weekend. You probably don't want to hear any more about it, but there's always another tale somewhere if I can just drag it out of this keyboard on a Friday evening at the end of another long week at the swamp.
Some of you will have read stories on this page of the adventures and misadventures of a wide angle lens that came into my possession in the spring of 2019. I won't go over those again - no need to overuse a well worn saga. Recently I resolved to revive its fortunes because it had lain unused in my spare bag for several months. I was worried that it might start to show signs of neglect, and it had also occurred to me that there may have been a reason why I'd purchased it in the first place. So one evening I resolved to address the situation, deliberately leaving the other lenses at home and took it to Gwithian, where we had a very enjoyable evening together (or at least we did until a large party invaded my space along with an over enthusiastic dog, whose name I learned in full Sensurround more than once was Spencer). If a lens were some form of sentient being it might have felt like one of your children does when you take them somewhere special on their own. Not that I've ever done anything like that or I'd have still been hearing about it twenty years later. My daughter still complains about her brother having a Penguin biscuit when for some unremembered reason she missed out on one. This happened in 1996 by the way.
So that was it. I'd made my point and used the lens and made some shots that I was happy enough with. One of them I shared with you three or four weeks ago, although when I remember the heat of the afternoon that day it seems a lot longer. Now I could stuff the lens back into its bag like the lone occupant of an empty old manor house and everything would return to normal. Except that the lens stayed on the camera. This was partly because I'd forgotten just how sharp it could make an image from back to front, and partly because it just happened that in a couple of subsequent outings it was the only one which was going to swallow the entire composition that I had in mind. Last Saturday at Kynance was one of those days, and this view over the sea stacks could only work if I had some foreground in the composition. For that I needed to zoom out to 16mm.
Standing among this outcrop high on the cliff I moved the tripod about by small degrees, a couple of inches to the left, half a step backwards, trying very slightly different placings and then making a focus stack. Ultimately the ever changing sky decided which version I'd share with you and all of the small and subtle foreground changes became irrelevant.
So now the lens is back where it belongs. There it sits in front of me in the main bag, adding to my options and so also by default my confusion levels as I head out towards the great wherever with that sense of anticipation that makes us all what we are. Tomorrow I have a plan. I want to try and do a better job of an image I took in the summer. Wish me luck. I love having a plan and I love not knowing what adventures tomorrow will bring. Have a great weekend everyone, and remember to dust off that forgotten piece of kit you paid all that money for and have left unused. You won't regret it.
Interior shed view of a recreated Viking knarr (boat) by the name of Snorri. Located at Norstead, Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada.
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This coal burning station began generating in the 1940's. Over time two huge turbines were shut down and left in place. Cincinnati Gas and Electric sold the facility to Duke Energy. Dayton Power and Light bought a minority interest. Duke and DP&L sold out to Dynegy which sold to Vistra. Plans are to shut down the remaining two steam turbines by 2027. At the present time coal accounts for 1243 mw and oil turbines for 78 mw. Located upriver from the confluence of the Great Miami River and the Carroll Lee Cropper Interstate Bridge. Image taken from the Riverwalk in Lawrenceburg, Indiana. Kentucky is to the right of this image.
My Flickr Pro Account will expire this month and have decided not to renew it. The reason....I am sick of people stealing my images and using them as their own on external sites. I will still post images in the future just not as often as I used to and will still comment on my contacts beautiful images.
Thankyou all for supporting and inspiring me especially msummerchick, Anirban Brahma, Annie D62, Oracle, Jmumma, Dogma, Zenotri, Jayspost, Ojoyous,TVWriter and Donna@ALifeinfocus.
This was not an easy decision but one that had to be made.
THANKYOU!!!!!!!
Waxing Gibbous Near Super Full Worm Moon ~ Catford ~ London ~ England ~ Sunday March 8th 2020.
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Here's last night's Waxing Gibbous Near Super Worm Full moon, taken handheld with my Canon EOS 70D camera & Sigma 600-150mm Lens, Shot hand held...:) >
Have a great Monday Y'all
Ah, the campus life for Joe Cool!
Definitely the BMOC, or Big Man on Campus! Or, wait, no he's not a man, he's a beagle. He's the BBOC!
But there's no doubting that Snoopy is one cool cat! Hmm... nope, scratch that. He's a dog. Snoopy's one cool dog!
Everyone who watches Snoopy stride confidently across campus knows he's the bee's knees! Wait, no, not a bee for sure. The Beagle's Knees?
Being involved in all sorts of campus societies, one could say Joe Cool is an eager beaver! Oh... no, he's not a beaver. An Eager Beagle!
Ah, found the answer. Joe Cool is, without any doubt, beyond any possible dispute, the TOP DOG!
There we go.
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Peanuts Snoopy Collection
50 Years Celebration
Joe Cool Snoopy
1998, Flambro
Flambro is another of our favorite brands for the Peanuts license. We had an account with them when we had our collectibles store and Flambro never failed to delight with their colorful and innovative designs.
This series, celebrating the 50th anniversary of Snoopy (Which occured in 2000), features six figurines, each of them incredibly cute, such as Joe Cool here.
It has been a hell of a rock to live under, but I have finally decided to create an account on Instagram: instagram.com/anna_theodora
Saa:ha~!! for Shinji and Kei~!!! sorry for uploading this pic on your account,Kei *sweatdrops* i DID told you that I'll be uploading something on your account~!! and no,im not a Haruno...can't get rid of the Haruno sign...
Well This account It's For my Own Competition called: ' The Model of The Year '.
Only my dolls // Solo mis muñecas, Sorry But I can't make it International because I'm not ready lol // Lo SIento, pero no puedo hacerlo Internacional porque no estoy preparado para hacerlo.
Descrption Translated // Descripción Traducido in English & Spanish (más abajo)
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Language:In English
The competition is based on 6 Girls that They need to be Model Of the Year .
Every MONTH I'll upload 1 photo [1 each 1] with the selected theme of the 3 Judges
Elimination
The girls won't be eliminated, -Yeah I know, 3 judges... blah blah blah- , This Will be with statistics [every month] of Comments, Faves, Viewers and YOU CAND JUDGE TOO! I'll read your opinions and I will also qualify them :) .
I'll compare the statistics of The Girls.
Remember
The girl who has the highest statistics will be ... THE MODEL OF THE YEAR
[Sorry for my bad english, I use the transale of some words]
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Idioma: En Español
Este Concurso Trata de 6 chicas que quieren ser ' La Modelo del Año ' .
Cada Mes se subirá 1 foto [1 de cada chica] con el tema que eligirán los 3 Juzgados.
Eliminación:
Las Chicas no serán eliminadas, -Si lo sé, 3 Juzgados blah,blah,blah-, Se las juzgará con Estadísticas De Comentarios, Favoritos, Vistas y ¡TÚ PUEDES JUZGAR TAMBIÉN! , Leeré vuestras opiniones y las calificaré :).
Compararé las estadísticas de las chicas
Recuerda
La Chica que Tendrá las estadísticas más altas será... ¡LA MODELO DEL AÑO!
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Models at the moment // Modelos ahora mismo
Kalia Hewitt Crawford [Barbie Basics Jeans #.4]
Skipper Scott Thorne [Barbie Sisters (Skipper)]
Bianca Leal Solís [Barbie Fashionista SwappinStyles W2, Glam]
Only 3 Models more... // Solo Faltan 3 Modelos más...
I'll Wait and Buy Them.// Esperaré y las compraré...
This 3 Dolls Will be the next models:
Any Barbie Fashionista Raquelle
Any Barbie Fashionista Teresa
Any Barbie With Dark Skinned , Like Artsy or other doll ...
Also find me on:
... 500px
... Getty Images
... Instagram (inactive)
... Mauritius Images
... or have a look at my old flickr-account
---- some short stories, collected while walking down the street ... offering a last goodbye to the street artist video maker & photographer Gaetano: together we shared many beautiful moments in search of those fleeting moments .... that many times made us laugh because funny, damn because too fleeting, think because life is not always makes discounts .....
goodbye My friend.....
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---- alcune storie minime, raccolte camminando per la strada ... porgendo un ultimo saluto allo street artist video maker & photographer Gaetano: insieme abbiamo condiviso tanti bei momenti alla ricerca di quegli attimi fuggenti....che tante volte ci hanno fatto ridere perchè buffi, dannare perchè troppo fuggenti, pensare perchè la vita non sempre fa sconti.....
addio amico mio.....
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Darkest Hour - Official International Trailer (Universal Pictures) HD
Non prenderanno mai Piccadilly
L'ORA PIÙ BUIA - Scena del film in italiano "L'hai vista questa foto?"
L'ORA PIÙ BUIA - Featurette "L'uomo dietro la leggenda"
Darkest Hour (2017) - We Shall Fight on the Beaches Scene (10/10) | Movieclips
"Train Scene" from Darkest Hour 2017
Darkest Hour (2017) - Saving Dunkirk Scene (4/10) | Movieclips
19. We Shall Fight (Darkest Hour Soundtrack)
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Just a thought: If you're a U.S. Senator attending a fundraiser for a middle school that's been burned down, and a newspaper photographer shows up, and among the people present are a variety of parents and a scantily-clad adolescent girl....you might wanna position yourself squarely among the adults. I'm not making ANY suggestion of even the appearance of impropriety, because I'm sure there wasn't any, but in today's political climate... can you really afford to take any chances?
The event was a bake sale and carwash (which I'm sure accounts for the bikini). Were they trying to recreate the car-washing scene from "Cool Hand Luke" with characters based on "Lolita?"
I may have just outed myself as the biggest prude-Mom on the planet, but I'm really just kinda hoping that my daughter won't be making any downtown public appearances in bikini tops and low-rider shorts when she's just finished the eighth grade...especially if there are politicians and/or newspaper photographers around.