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Although it appears that Conrail C630 6769 is in a scrap yard environment, the big Alco still has life, and is on a servicing track at the engine terminal in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.
It appears to be a vast hole that can take in an endless stream of water, but it's a lava tube that empties into the ocean. The action is great at high tide as the waves rush in, cover it, and then it all drains away into Thor's Well.
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'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]
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.
This guy appeared outside of my second-floor home office window yesterday while I was in a meeting. I wasn't directly participating, so I figured I wouldn't be missed for a couple of minutes... I grabbed my camera (which sits next to my desk for occasions like this) and fired off a bunch of shots, with a number of keepers among them. I just love the way the background turned out... Glendale, Missouri
It appears that an interloper is in this eagle pair's territory and the female (the larger of the two) doesn't like it. Bald eagles are very posessive of their riverfront, and each resident pair along this stretch of the James River "owns" about a half-mile of it. ©2015 | John M. Hudson
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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EN: The photographer was completely surprised when the last Re 4/4 II in "Swiss-Express livery" appeared in front of train 915 on the morning of 28.03.2021. According to plan, a normal red Re 4/4 II would have been assigned, but apparently there was a change.
The locomotives in this livery, along with matching type EW III carriages, were to herald a change in Swiss long-distance traffic in the 1970s. The Swiss Express was the SBB's showpiece train at the time, serving the SBB's most important transport axis, the Geneva-Lausanne-Bern-Zurich-St. Gallen route. Unfortunately, not much remains of that time and only 2 locomotives still exist in this colour scheme. Due to its advanced age, however, only locomotive 11109 is still used as scheduled, 11108 meanwhile leads a survival with overrun and towing trips. It is not known how long these two unique locomotives will continue to exist, but the time of the Re 4/4 II has definitely also passed.
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DE: Völlig überrascht war der Fotograf als am Morgen des 28.03.2021 die letzte Re 4/4 II in "Swiss-Express-Lackierung" vor dem Zug 915 auftauchte. Planmässig wäre eine normale rote Re 4/4 II eingeteilt gewesen, doch anscheinend gab es eine Änderung.
Die Loks in dieser Farbgebung sowie passende Wagen des Typs EW III sollte in den 70er Jahren eine Wende im Schweizer Fernverkehr einläuten. Der Swiss Express war damals der Paradezug der SBB, er bediente die wichtigste Verkehrsachse der SBB, die Strecke Genf–Lausanne–Bern–Zürich–St. Gallen. Leider ist von dieser Zeit nicht mehr viel übrig geblieben und es existieren nur noch 2 Loks in dieser Farbgebung. Aufgrund ihres fortgeschrittenen Alters wird aber planmässig nur noch die Lok 11109 eingesetzt, 11108 führt mittlerweile ein Überleben mit Überfuhr- und Abschleppfahrten. Wie lange die beiden Unikate noch existieren ist nicht bekannt, doch die Zeit der Re 4/4 II ist definitiv auch abgelaufen.
Got nuts?
This squirrel wasn't interested in my peanuts, he brought his own nuts to the party and wasn't interested in sharing either.
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1. Now, brothers, I want to remind you of the gospel I preached to you, which you received and on which you have taken your stand. 2. BY THIS GOSPEL YOU ARE SAVED, if you hold firmly to the word I preached to you. Otherwise, you have believed in vain.
3. For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, 4. that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures, 5. and that he appeared to Peter, and then to the Twelve. 6. After that, he appeared to more than five hundred of the brothers at the same time, most of whom are still living, though some have fallen asleep. 7. Then he appeared to James, then to all the apostles, 8. and last of all he appeared to me also, as to one abnormally born.
9. For I am the least of the apostles and do not even deserve to be called an apostle, because I persecuted the church of God. 10. But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. No, I worked harder than all of them--yet not I, but the grace of God that was with me. 11. Whether, then, it was I or they, this is what we preach, and this is what you believed. (1 Corinthians 15:1-11)
7. Therefore Jesus said again, "I tell you the truth, I am the gate for the sheep. 8. All who ever came before me were thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. 9. I am the gate; whoever enters through me WILL BE SAVED. He will come in and go out, and find pasture. 10. The thief comes only to STEAL and KILL and DESTROY; I have come that they may have LIFE, and have it to the FULL. (John 10:7-10)
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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.
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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.
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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Doug Harrop Photography • November 1972
From one of Doug's earliest journeys to Tehachapi Pass, a Santa Fe Railway eastbound train tackles the 2.2% ruling grade through Woodford, California. It appears Doug was standing on the shoulder of the Blue Star Memorial Highway bridge (SR 58).
A four unit "point" helper is in full play, with an EMD GP35, GP35, GP30, and GP35 combo. The road power includes a quartet of 9800 series Alco RSD-15 locomotives.
Imagine what this must have sounded like . . .
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.
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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The title above is actually a misquote of an expression that first appeared in Shakespeare's Richard Ii. When one gazes upon scene like this it's not difficult to see why he would want to wax lyrical about such beautiful countryside.
“This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,--This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.” William Shakespeare, Richard Ii.
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.
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.
SUNSET - Florida Everglades
Palm Beach County, Florida USA
Spring 2020 - June 9th, 2020
As the sun dropped down, she only wanted us to see a glimpse
of her through her red-veiled glow. She never actually came
out...but we all knew she was back there! Thanks for looking.
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The last in-air transfer of a rodent today was between the papa and mama white-tailed kite, much to the displeasure of the 3 fledglings. These parents appear to have started a second nest and will possibly have a new set of chicks in a few weeks.
Taken at Lake Louise on a recent trip to Alberta. Coming from Ontario, it's always a treat to see the Rocky Mountains. Unfortunately, the haze, coupled with the falling snow, almost completely obscured the mountains from our view. The weather didn't appear to bother the lone kayaker and his four-legged co-pilot!
Sunbeam cars first appeared in 1901 and, from the outset, were involved with racing, competition and land speed record attempts. Bought out by the Rootes brothers, the name Sunbeam was then linked with Talbot until 1954, the year this car was built.
Based on the Hillman but with better performance, Sunbeam was the sportiest of the Rootes Group’s range. The Mk IIA had engine refinements and ventilated holes in the wheels to help cool the enlarged brakes. The flowing lines of the bonnet and wings were aerodynamically designed and wind noise was reduced to a minimum. The standard column mounted gear change was so unreliable that dealers offered customers free conversion to floor change.
Sunbeams were popular as rally and competition cars, with successes in the Monte Carlo and Alpine rallies. In production from 1952 to 1954, only 9,708 of this model were made.
This blue 1954 Sunbeam Talbot 90 Mk. IIA, TYJ341, is on display at Haynes Motor Museum.
The first stars are appearing, almost completely dark, this was the last shot before I started preparing for my first astrophotography experience.
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The horizon appears a bit jagged because out in the lake are literally thousands of geese. I assume they are congregating prior to their flight south. Would love to get an image that would show it clearly but this was at the full 400mm and even on the original there wasn't enough resolution to really define them well.
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On New Years day I was returning "home" from the El Paso airport. I decided to watch the sunrise on the east side of the mountains, and afterwards I was headed down the western side of Transmountain road when I saw this image. Part of what is amazing is that from within the cities of El Paso and Juarez, Mount Cristo Rey appears to tower over the city. However, from this vantage point we can see that it is a small mountain in the valley compared to the others in the area. Behind Christo Rey are the mountains that are part of the Sierra Madres that go south into Mexico.
I am drawn into the multiple layers in this image.
Appearing like a photograph taken in the 1960s, a trio of Rio Grande GP30s pull the Roper - Provo UT04L local through the Salt Lake Valley between Midvale and Riverton, Utah on Feb. 13, 1994.
D&RGW 3015, 3003, and 3007 have 93 cars out of Roper Yard, and 63 of them are coking coal for Geneva Steel.
Umi appears with one of her favorite classic artworks, The Great Wave off Kanagawa, to vividly illustrate her name.
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Created for the Smile on Saturday theme, "What's in a Name?".
"Why are the woods so alluring? A forest appears
to a young girl one morning as she combs
the dreams out of her hair. The trees rustle
and whisper, shimmer and hiss. The forest
opens and closes, a door loose on its hinges,
banging in a strong wind. Everything in the dim
kitchen: the basin, the jug, the skillet, the churn,
snickers scornfully. In this way a maiden
is driven toward the dangers of a forest,
but the forest is our subject, not this young girl.
She’s glad to lie down with trees towering all around.
A certain euphoria sets in. She feels molecular,
bedeviled, senses someone gently pulling her hair,
tingles with kisses she won’t receive for years.
Three felled trees, a sort of chorus, narrate
her thoughts, or rather channel theirs through her,
or rather subject her to their peculiar verbal
restlessness ... our deepening need for non-being intones
the largest and most decayed tree, mid-sentence.
I’m not one of you squeaks the shattered sapling,
blackened by lightning. Their words become metallic
spangles shivering the air. Will I forget the way home?
the third blurts. Why do I feel like I’m hiding in a giant’s nostril?
the oldest prone pine wants to know. Are we being freed
from matter? the sapling asks. Insects are well-intentioned,
offers the third tree, by way of consolation. Will it grow
impossible to think a thought through to its end? gasps the sapling,
adding in a panicky voice, I’m becoming spongy! The girl
feels her hands attach to some distant body. She rises
to leave, relieved these trees are not talking about her."
-- Amy Gerstler
Life on Mars? NASA says planet appears to have flowing water...
What will come out of this planet do not know, call it Earth's twin, I dare not think what has happened to....
I know it's enough worry about Our Planet, but the universe is too fascinating to me ....
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Standing at the viewpoint, waiting for blue hour, there suddenly appeared an amazing display of colour in the sky just as the sun was setting and the lights went on in Tromsø.
More wabi-sabi, and yet another tulip; there appears to be no end to these tulips, as there's a seemingly endless supply at the grocer's, and since I almost never throw them away, the supply just keeps growing. Indeed, I strongly suspect that at least one of these beauties has already appeared in another image in my photostream.
I think what I like most here is the way the image pulls my eyes back and forth from one blossom to the other, and then down to the dancing stems. And, of course, I'm always smitten by the texture and color of these withered flower parts.
The result of a multi-image focus stack, this image should reward pretty close examination. Maximum viewing size on your computer can be found by opening the image in a separate window, making that window maximum size, typing the letter "L" on the keyboard, and then clicking the cursor as long as a '+' appears in it, typically twice.
If you find this image to your liking, you can find more wabi-sabi - and an account of my understanding of the meaning of that term - in my wabi-sabi album, more tulips in my Tulips album, and more dancing flowers in my Tiny Dancers album.
BTW, I've taken to putting a white rim around these images on black because, on my iPhone flickr app, it is otherwise difficult to discern the image's edges. I made it tiny because, while large mats look lovely on my desktop monitor, they make it hard for my tired old eyes to view an image on my iPhone's small screen.