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2 Kings 2:11 “And it came to pass, as they still went on, and talked, that, behold, there appeared a chariot of fire, and horses of fire, and parted them both asunder; and Elijah went up by a whirlwind into heaven.”
American Oystercatchers appear to be extremely patient parents. This adult was attempting to feed an insect to its chick of just a few days old. Twice the young shorebird tried and failed to keep the bug in its small beak. Each time the adult picked the insect up off the ground and handed it to the baby, showing no signs of frustration. Finally, after the third try this young chick was able to swallow its meal whole. It would have been a beautiful, heartwarming moment if the young chick hadn’t greedily driven its sibling away only moments before, keeping the food for itself. Don’t judge too harshly though. It’s tough out there in the wild and fighting for food, and survival, is something animals must learn at a young age. Fortunately, both Oystercatcher parents share feeding responsibilities and the chicks were well fed.
One week later at the same location, and it appeared the bulk of the mini-migration was done, with only a few froglets still traversing the lawn on their way to the big pond. Many were found in amongst the reeds.
They hadn't grown much in a week. Most were still only 1 cm long, though they do appear to have filled out somewhat.
Prey species may be numerous at the pond, but so were the predators. I saw a Song Sparrow fly off with a froglet, legs splayed, in it's beak; no doubt being delivered to some chicks in a nearby nest. Also, the ubiquitous, introduced and invasive bullfrog resides here.
Thankfully the managers of this place do partake in a yearly cull of the bullfrogs in a never ending attempt to keep their population down.
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After we went for a walk together in the fog yesterday, today we're taking a look at it again from above.
But don't worry, several photos were taken yesterday that I would like to show you (and will do so). However, I would like to always try to provide a little variety. That's why they only appear here little by little.
Here we are again on mount Rauenstein in the Elbe Sandstone Mountains. But unlike the last shot, sunrise here is still a few minutes away (maybe 15 or 20). In addition, our gaze now goes a little more to the right over the fields and meadows and on the horizon we see the famous Königstein Fortress, where everyone is probably still sleeping.
By the way, it was the forests below this fortress, which are also covered by a sea of fog, that I ended up in yesterday morning.
Nachdem wir gestern zusammen im Nebel spazieren waren schauen wir uns diesen heute nochmal von oben an.
Doch keine Sorge, auch gestern sind wieder mehrere Fotos entstanden, die ich Euch gern zeigen möchte (und dies auch tun werde). Ich möchte jedoch versuchen immer ein wenig für Abwechslung zu sorgen. Darum tauchen die erst nach und nach hier auf.
Hier befinden wir uns nun wieder auf dem Rauenstein im Elbsandsteingebirge. Doch im Gegensatz zur letzten Aufnahme ist der Sonnenaufgang hier noch ein paar Minuten entfernt (vielleicht 15 oder 20). Außerdem geht unser Blick nun etwas mehr nach rechts über die Felder und Wiesen hinweg und erfasst am Horizont die berühmte Festung Königstein, auf der mit Sicherheit jetzt auch noch alles schläft.
Die Wälder unterhalb dieser Festung, die auch hier vom Nebelmeer bedeckt sind, waren es übrigens, in die es mich gestern früh verschlagen hat.
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Hitchcock appears in every one of his films. This scene, almost a crime scene, seemed to be waiting for the master of suspense. Has he arrived?
Dans chacun de ses films Hitchcock apparait. Cette scène, presque de crime, semblait attendre le maître du suspens. Est-il arrivé?
⭐️ Win a challenge on 27/12/24, thema: "Like a film fo Hitchcock" - www.flickr.com/groups/_friendly_challenges/discuss/721577...
This appears to be a custom built bench for the Flat-Green Bowlers, many elderly, to rest their weary limbs whilst playing their matches in Wyndham Park, Grantham, Lincolnshire.
This photo appears to have been sharpened by Flickr - it is considerably sharper than the one I uploaded. I have tried again but same issue. I had the same trouble a year or so ago when some of my textured photos were not as I loaded them! Please squint and imagine it a little softer!
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A photo of the blossom appearing in a tree with a blurred background.
Taken in Cheslyn gardens in Watford.
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Throughout the galaxy the probes appeared. Their purpose and origins are unknown.
On the lithium plains of Xerxes 7 the Zindar went mad . . .
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Merton often appears to be the observer and commentator who borrows everything from outside, from someone else. Sometimes he writes as a kind of contemplative journalist, and in that relaxed mood he is often at his best. What we get from Merton is not a structured, objective vision but the light of his brilliant and sensitive subjectivity, opening the things of this world which we share with him to the beauty, depth, and simplicity within them. Everything is experienced in the music of this spirit. We have left behind the theological score to enjoy the sapiential music itself, the communicated experience.
-The future of wisdom : toward a rebirth of sapiential Christianity / Bruno Barnhart ; foreword by Cynthia Bourgeault ; afterword by Cyprian Consiglio.
It appears that this Snowy Egret is admiring his reflection in a pool of water at Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge, Utah.
During the breeding season, adult Snowy Egrets develop long, wispy feathers on their backs, necks, and heads. In 1886 these plumes were valued at $32 per ounce, which was twice the price of gold at the time.(CornellLab)
'Squeakers' appears to be the correct name of young of Wild boar when they are 10 months or younger, and I guess these two are.
By the way, in the left-hand corner you can see the leg and tail of an adult Wild boar, which shows how small the young are! [Explored on 11/11/2023, #97]
It appears these two old tires were too worn out to make it across the bridge. In The Marbut Bend recreational area near Alkmont, Alabama
Not what it appears to be - a calm spring night under the stars as seen from a backroad along California's Highway 395, which runs along the eastern side of the Sierra Nevada. Rather, the winds were howling like I'd never experienced. My friend and I had planned several nights devoted to dark starry skies. This was our first night out and we had picked this location earlier in the day. So in the wind, we placed a couple of small LED panels and started working on composition. The wind was so strong, it blew everything over, including my camera. No prob - it's a Canon, right? To my horror, the lens and the camera were laying separately in a soft sand. Worse - the lens mount was on the camera, so the lens was history. I recovered, put the pieces in a baggie, and used my 14mm for a few pics before we packed it up. So … I had to spend the rest of the trip without my starry night workhorse 16-35 f2.8. I did manage a few more nights of shooting and Canon service actually put my lens back together for a small fee. And of course, I now own sandbags.
Actually, I love our Milky Way in the Spring - it's low and flat and horizontal as it comes into view in the wee hours of the morning. THAT part I don't like - getting up at 2 or 3 am to get my pic. As the months move on, the MW rises earlier (like before midnight), so we can see it as soon as it gets dark - by September or so, it's much more vertical when it is dark enough to see, and quickly rises virtually too high in the sky to make dramatic starry landscapes.
Autumn appears to be running late in our local woodland this year. This stump was being illuminated by a shaft of light through the trees.
After appearing in the 1974 James Bond movie The Man with the Golden Gun, Khao Phing Kan and sometimes Ko Ta Pu became widely referred to as James Bond Island, especially in tourist guides, and their original names are rarely used by locals.
Is James Bond Island worth it? One harsh truth is that you’re only going to be at Koh Khao Phing Kan (the “real” name of the island) for an hour at most. You’ll have time to admire the island from sea level or to walk up to a viewing platform, but probably not for both.
The island's iconic limestone towers and caves are even more impressive in person, rising dramatically from the emerald-green waters of Phang Nga Bay. The boat ride to the island is scenic, offering stunning views of the surrounding seascape.
Once on the island, I explored the small beaches and marveled at the unique rock formations. The spot where "The Man with the Golden Gun" was filmed is a must-see for any movie fan. While it can get crowded with tourists, the natural beauty and unique landscape make it worth the visit.
Overall, James Bond Island is a spectacular destination that lives up to its fame. It's a perfect blend of natural wonder and cinematic history.
Kaiser appears to have body dysmorphia and thinks that he will be able to fit in something this small - lol.
I had my CT scan last Monday and am still awaiting the results. It was no fun at all not eating for 48 hours. I would love to say I dropped a few pounds but, like Kaiser, I remain well padded. Another raining weekend ahead so I will be surprised if we get out
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This cub appeared from one of the entrances to the badger sett that I'd been watching; just as I was about to head for home. What a lovely surprise!
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Just as the colour starts to appear in the dawn sky I’m still blissfully playing with the movement of the waves trying to catch the right effect, the sky now becomes an added bonus to this fun photo.
Every Autumn beautiful, unusual small nuts appear in the British larder.
They are not dissimilar to a hazelnut, but should not be mistaken for them; the Cobnut is a nut in its own right.
They are super-delicious fresh but can also be dried and eaten later in the season.
Cobnuts, filberts, hazelnuts are all varieties of the Corylus family.
They grow in Britain and can be found fresh from early Autumn, or dried and processed for using year round.
Cobnuts are very distinctive in their pretty, downy cover which, when fresh, is easy to remove as is the shell of the young nut.
Once they begin to dry the shell toughens yet will still only need a sharp tap to break.
When young, the green cobnuts have a taste very similar to coconut and as they mature and become golden, they are much sweeter and juicier.
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What appear to be icebergs here are rock shelves that have frozen over by the waves during last week's 10 below zero weather.
It was -25 F. with the windchill when I ventured out and took this picture. I was dressed appropriately, but I still could only manage 45 minutes before having to get back into my warm car and go home.
The ducks apparently didn't get the memo :)
The sunset colors created this lovely color palette.
The common name of this species of fungus that typically appears as a round piece of black coal-lik ball attached to a dying or dead tree trunks and branches is King Alfred’s cakes. This name originates from legend that King Alfred (who ruled in 9th century) was mistaken for a soldier by a peasant woman in the house were he was seeking a refuge after the battle. She asked him to look after cakes baking on the fire but he fell asleep…, well, another name for these fungi are coal fungi. Whether this story is true or not difficult to say because it was first told 100 years after the King lived, but the name sticks to the fungus forever.
The scientific name of this common and widespread saprotrophic fungus is Daldinia concentrica. The genus Daldinia is named in honour of Agostino Daldini, a Swiss clergyman and botanist. The specific epithet ‘concentrica’ is self-explanatory if you look at the image above showing concentric rings of the fungal body. This is where black spores are matured and then driven up to the surface and expelled outside through tiny openings. The concentric rings are thought to reflect seasonal growth like tree rings - so it is likely to be about 12 years old. Majority of trees were planted here in 2000. This fungus, when dry, can be used as tinder to light fires, hence another name the tinder bracket.
This specimen was neatly sliced in half by a chainsaw I think when this ash tree trunk was fell down and cleared of branches; a cut through the branch seen on the left. Massive clearance is taken place in this Community Woodland as part of removal ash trees infected with dieback fungus, as well as general maintenance. Primrose Hill Community woodland. Bath, BANES, England, UK
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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.
Yes, it appears that "gophersnake" (all one word) is correct, despite "gopher snake" seeming more natural.
This was a small specimen that I noticed just outside my house.
North Peak, Cuyamaca Mountains, California
May 11, 2025
It appears that poppy pods also have 12 stamen(edit: tbc perhaps they're stigma? or?)
I enjoy their architectural beauty.
The sun reflects off the bench behind the tall head. I could study these for quite some time.
Note: pods were discarded by my friendly neighbour and rescued for photos. As if I needed another project 😆
テーブルフォトです。最近、単身赴任なので時間が余るので、練習しています。( ^)o(^ )
It is a table photo. I practice recently because time remains because it is taking up job leaving his family behind. ( ^)o(^ )
The male Northern Pintail is my favourite duck, mostly because of their impressive photogenicity.
This handsome individual appears to be smiling back at me as he takes off in search of new adventures.
(Feel free to compare this male Northern Pintail to an image of a female that I uploaded just a few images prior.)
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There is an old adage in photography that states, "f8 and be there". How else can I explain this epic sunset photo? As it happened, my location was ideal to catch the light that seemed to arch over the clouds. While it appeared to billow in puffy sections above, a very different looking mass appeared at the center point below.
The rest fell into place as the magic of nature unfolded above my water side perch. In an attempt to properly title this shot, the word "epic" kept coming up. Having photographed this location multiple times over many years, this is the most astonishing light I have captured here, to date.
After a day of continuous rain it appeared that a Summer Solstice Sunset was not going to happen this year – until less than 20 minutes before sundown.
Caradon Hill is not strictly on Bodmin Moor as it is technically just outside the Bodmin Moor Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. However, to all intents and purposes, it is a part of the same upland landscape, though not topped by a typical granite tor, but by a very man-made high-tech television aerial. This aerial takes the natural height of Caradon Hill at around 1211ft to a much greater additional 780ft, making a total "top-of-the-mast" height of 1991ft, and making it the highest lump of metal in Cornwall.
The mast has not been the only relic of human impact on Caradon Hill. It is near surrounded by old mine houses and shafts from the copper boom of the 19th century, and also some old granite quarry workings at the Caradon Quarry. There are also remains and evidence of much older uses of the hill, as in the Bronze Age burial cairns to be found on and around the summit.
The walls that appear all over the Yorkshire Moors are incredible, they take years and years to build and last forever it seems, they have a whole character to themselves.
They make amazing places for birds to land and survey their hunting grounds...barn owls really pop on them.
...when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a podenco named boo, who loves her mommy, it's clear.
[she nibbles my nose. I usually have scratches.
boo puts life in perspective.]
alas, now I have poison oak on my arms, on my chest and on my legs. plus the face.
THANKS AGAIN, GARDEN
p.s. pardon my smirky look
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I added two rescue groups at the top of the menu on my website. one of them is jon's
the other is the rescue that provided us with three loving hounds.
This chick appears to be the oldest of the four. She is very active and bossy! Decided not to crop, as I liked the whole view, not sure if it was the right decision!
The Cortina appears to have had only one owner from new!
Car: Ford Cortina DeLuxe.
Year of manufacture: 1965.
Date of first registration in the UK: 5th March 1965.
Place of registration: Pembrokeshire.
Date of last MOT: 11th August 2016.
Mileage at last MOT: 53,620.
Date of last change of keeper: Not applicable.
Number of previous keepers: 0.
Car: Rover 2200SC.
Year of manufacture: 1977.
Date of first registration in the UK: 2nd May 1977.
Place of registration: Exeter.
Date of last MOT: 24th July 2017.
Mileage at last MOT: 58,665.
Date of last change of keeper: 1st September 2019.
Number of previous keepers: 12.
Date taken: 13th February 2023.
Album: Carspotting 2023
A migratory bird that is famous for appearing just before the start of the rainy season. In the countryside, people still predict rains by its sightings. It migrates all the way to Africa and comes back to India just in time for the rains and of course, the breeding season.
This is a brood parasite and lays its eggs in other birds nests. It would eat one of the hosts eggs and drop its own in them. This bird prefers Bulbuls, both Red Vented and White throated, tailorbird etc.. for hosts - all of these birds are in their nesting season now.
Last weekend, I saw 6 of them to my surprise - all were active and hunting caterpillars in the bushes adjacent to the embankment road. They were flying around slowly picking up food from various bushes and maybe surveying the area.
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Suddenly appearing around a bend down a leafy country lane from the A4010 Princes Risborough to Aylesbury road, the pub stands at the entrance to the pretty hamlet of Askett.
it appears we now have pulled out of the drought zone and burn bans, now if we can just dry out for a few days.
I've noticed this about male Annas before this, the iridescent feathers on their heads can appear to be different colors from different angles, and in different lights. I've seen the head feathers flash iridescent orange-gold, but this time, the feathers on the gorget which normally appear red, pink, or black... appear to be iridescing a sort of olive green-gold.
Woodland, Ca. Feb. 2021.
At the ADM plant in Enderlin, this ex IC GP10 resides as the switcher. It appears this did receive a new paint job at some point, but it has faded significantly over the years, and the IC heritage is now quite apparent. Not much info I could find on this locomotive, but it was a neat find. In light of recent news, I went to the tornado path online, and found out this photo was taken less than a mile from where the EF5 had struck. Can't imagine what it must have been like that night.