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actually, it was part of courtship display, but this shot here reminds me more of an argument between lovers
Tatsächlich war es Teil der Balz, aber dieses Bild hier erinnert mehr an einen Streit
You are my small green friend
You are always available for admirations or arguments
Shivering in the wind like an old human
Hoping for sunlight to fall across your many bumpy shoulders
As you lift up the weight of worlds.
Some humans think that plants grow stronger and faster
When they are spoken to in a gentle voice
With love and with a touch of acknowledgement
They are the only ones who can keep all your secrets
And still manage to survive
**All photos are copyrighted**
Double-crested cormorants arguing about roosting rights. I took twenty photos of the squabble. I combined two of them to show the best facial expressions and wing positions.
I’m at that stage of my life where I keep myself out of arguments. Even if you tell me 1+1=5 you’re absolutely correct, enjoy.
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A day at Speakers' Corner in Hyde Park, London. A place for free speach and argumentation.
These two were very passionate about their religious arguments, but it was a much friendlier discussion than what it seems.
Lots of photos of that day at: aleadamphotos.wordpress.com/2016/09/10/a-day-at-speakers-...
This morning I was late to the dining room, everybody from my party were already seated when I arrived. I was ushered to a table at the far end of the dining room. I asked to be seated with my party, but this was not possible, I had to sit at the allocated table. Foolishly I pressed my argument, then it dawned on me, I was in some Chinese version of Fawlty Towers and this woman was Manuel in drag. It was pointless to argue.
The toaster worked, they provided soup bowls for the toast, a novel innovation I thought. The bacon was real and the eggs almost speedy.
Outside the day was misty. We took a bus to a wharf on the Li River for a scenic cruise past some of the most spectacular mountain scenery in China. Jennifer, our guide, said the mist would add soft light to our photos, so we should not be despondent.
The plan was to cruise 3½ hours through impressive gorges and tranquil farming villages to the town of Yangshou. There we'd explore the cobblestone streets, experience the local life and do some bargain shopping in the colourful markets before returning to Guilin by road in the late afternoon. It all sounded too good to be true, and so it was.
This photo was taken a short time after we left Guilin, the mountains were spectacular, this landscape on a sunny day would have been amazing.
So, lets get political, why not?! America is about to face yet another intelligence test it will undoubtedly fail, every "democratic" country does! Because voters think voting changes things, err no!
Stay with me. Let's pick a date, for argument sakes say, 1776, the Declaration of Independence of the United States of America. Around the world how many elections have taken place, as in everywhere, the answer is bloody hundreds, now put that to one side; in the world there is homelessness, abject poverty, hunger, unsustainable economies, poor education, needless war, poor healthcare, corruption and so on and so on and so on. Now, think back to all those elections, isn't it weird how every single election that ever takes place, these political stooges promise to eradicate or drastically improve all those aforementioned global ills I just listed? (and that's not all of them by far) and yet here we are, centuries later.
Government, Voter, Media, say I am Government, I could take the voter, beat the living daylights out of them to an inch of their life, hideaway for 4 years, then invite that same voter out to dinner, voter will accept AND pay for the meal, why? Why four years? Because that is about as long as the memory of a voter ever seems to last, and why would they accept the invite and pay for the meal? Because I got the media to convince them that they had to.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is how voting really works.
And before anyone squeals at me saying soldiers died for your freedom to vote, for a start they didn't, they died for the psychopathic selfishness of banking and corporate advancement (without said soldiers even realising it, advancing the ill gotten gains of the very organisations behind Government), plus, nothing said soldiers even today, fight or die for, had or has ever gone away. If our country's military ever fought for our freedom, Capitol Hill would be a crater!
There are 196 countries currently on Earth, and just 10 are NOT currently involved in militarised conflict in one form or another; Corporate and Banking sponsored Imperialism, Zionism and Wahhabism is behind all of it. So you tell me WW3 hasn't started. Politicians are just glove puppets to give you someone to shout at for things that you voted for.
So go ahead and vote America, the same people you do not want in, will win anyway, every... single... time!
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
-- Pedro Calderon de la Barca
[Larger provides further evidence]
I’ve just read a comment from a photographer who said it’s time to stop shooting in black and white. He claimed we don’t see the world in black and white and it was something only done in the past due to the limitations at the time and it’s time to move on. Here’s a number of reasons why I think it’s critical to shoot black and white from time to time, and how it can help nurture your photographic eye.
Ansel Adams, Cartier Bresson, David Bailey, Karsh, Sebastio Salgado, Albert Watson, Peter Lindbergh, Herb Ritts, Irving Penn, Daidō Moriyama, Sally Mann, Avedon – the list of master photographers, alive or dead, who saw black and white not simply as a technical limitation but as a creative choice, could be an entire article in itself. But why did they choose it?
Here are some key reasons:
1. Color No Longer Distracts
2. You’ll See Light Differently
3. It Helps Emphasize Emotion
4. The Timeless / Classic Quality From Black And White
5. It Amplifies How You Use Negative Space
6. It Highlights Shape, Form and Pattern In The Image
7. To Highlight Beauty and Skin Tones
8. It Helps Focus On Composition
So What About Color?
The argument of not shooting black and white because it’s a thing of the past is a little odd to me, especially given that color photography is not necessarily a modern invention. Kodachrome for 35mm cameras has been around since the 1930s. The far more interesting (and possibly meaningful question) may be:“Why is black and white still so prevalent today, given we've been able to shoot color for so long?”.
I still shoot color and love playing with it, but I certainly enjoy the challenge and creative push from shooting in black and white.
Udny Castle is a tower house in the parish of Udny, southwest of the village of Pitmedden and northeast of the hamlet of Udny Green, Aberdeenshire, in the northeast of Scotland. The area is generally flat but the castle is sited on the highest ground and can be seen for a considerable distance. Its exact construction date is unknown, but its foundations probably date from the late 14th or early 15th century. Additional storeys were added and a later extension, described as a "modern mansion", was incorporated but subsequently demolished. It is a Category A listed building.
Sited on the highest area in a generally flat terrain, the castle can be seen from a considerable distance. The exact construction date is not known but it was probably initially constructed by the Udny family in the 14th or 15th century. The property is first recorded when it is shown on a charter for David II instigated by Ronald of Uldney.
MacGibbon and Ross suggested a construction date of the turn of the 16–17th centuries, but the indentation of the upper floors and thickness of the foundation walls suggest a much earlier date. The main construction work of the keep is believed to have spanned over 100 years and been undertaken by three consecutive lairds; it is reported to have "ruined them all".
The Udny family also owned Knockhall Castle and lived there until 1734 when Knockhall was destroyed by fire; they then returned to Udny. Jamie Fleeman, the Laird's fool, was responsible for saving the family papers from being destroyed in the fire.
The castle was abandoned sometime around 1775 then repair work was undertaken in 1801.
Colonel John Robert Fullerton Udny inherited the estate in 1802. He had been an army officer since 1797 but retired after his marriage to Emily Fitzhugh in 1812. Thereafter he only visited the estate occasionally as his main residence was in London. The couple had one son, John Augustus Udny, but he died a bachelor in 1859. The Colonel's wife died in 1846 after which he had an affair with Ann Allat whom he married on 2 January 1854. However, the couple had a son, John Henry Udny, born out of wedlock on 9 May 1853. A legal case was heard by the House of Lords as to whether John Henry was entitled to inherit the estate as his parents had been unmarried when he was born. The legal arguments describe how the Colonel had wished to do restoration work on the castle but could not afford to do so "owing chiefly to his connection with the turf".
The Colonel died in 1861. The House of Lords had decided in favour of John Henry and he inherited the estate as "though illegitimate at his birth, [he] was legitimated by the subsequent marriage of his parents".
In 1887, it is recorded as owned by John Hay Udny and had been in the family's ownership for several centuries.
Bartizans were included when an extra storey was added in the 17th century.
A mansion house in the baronial style was added in 1874–75 to the design of architect James Maitland Wardrop (of the Wardrop and Anderson company) but was subsequently demolished during the 1960s. Wardrop's son, Hew, was also an architect and undertook some of the decorative work at the castle. He died suddenly of appendicitis while working at the castle on 4 November 1887.
In 1964, restoration work was begun on the original tower house and the mansion house was demolished. Historic Scotland listed the castle as a Category A listed building in April 1971.
Brief disagreement, and seemingly over quickly, between a Black-capped chickadee (in air) and a Dark-eyed junco (perched).
Couldn't pass up a slightly almost-sunny day!
Thanks for your comments,
Fortunately, I don't always have to go far to photograph birds. My sister lives just outside Utrecht in a divine location, where it flutters and croaks continuously. Every spring, more and more storks come to nest, and they regularly look down on us with satisfaction from the chimney as we sip a beer on the terrace. We regularly hear tawny owls (unfortunately the long-eared owls have not been sighted for a number of years), and there seem to be badgers that use the facilities of the local swimming pool every night without paying.
There is a very noisy heron colony. At the beginning of spring, the fight for the best nesting places begins, and later in the breeding season the young croak, squeak and burp for attention, because they need as much food as possible, preferably right away.
At the end of the breeding season there has been (I think) a change in the boys and girls behavior. They can now fly and they now stand in places outside the nest, often on branches, or like here on the ground, and it seems that they can no longer stand each other. They stand opposite each other for minutes, screeching and flapping their wings. I wonder if this was the prelude to the family breaking up, and whether they will now gradually go their own way. Who knows, can say so.
An elephant roadblock first thing in the morning; gotta love Africa. Below, an extract from my Journal of this day:
This morning I ate breakfast with Mary and Joe, while Owner cooked for us and waited on tables. Mary said she couldn’t understand a word the man says, and besides, what religion was he? As it happens, I knew Owner belongs to the Zion Christian Church, he wears an insignia on his uniform. Mary didn’t believe me, she had never heard of the ZCC and she hadn’t seen any churches. We had the makings of an argument before we’d had our eggs. Joe said nothing.
Right out of the camp we came upon a family of 8 elephants (see the above photo) which should have been a good start to the day. Mary didn’t want to see elephants, she wanted to see lions. In the next couple of hours we saw impala, lechwe, kudu, tsessebe, warthogs, giraffe and birds, but no lions.
Owner read his new guests really well, he drove past the animals and said nothing unless I asked a question or requested we stop for a photo. Mary again said she couldn’t understand anything Owner said and insisted I “translate” for her. She was the quintessential ugly American and I felt embarrassed for her. Joe said nothing.
Around 10:30 we stopped for refreshments, Mary said she felt the morning was wasted, and asked me if it was always like this. I said game drives were 90% searching and 10% excitement, and yes this was a typical game drive. What I didn’t say was that for me it’s 90% excitement and 10% off the Richter Scale.
Owner confided that two lions had recently passed our way and he was tracking them, but not a word to Mary.
La muralla medieval de Vitoria fue un recinto murado que fortificó en la Edad Media el poblado de Vitoria, y su construcción se cree tuvo lugar a finales del Siglo XI o principios del Siglo XII1, aunque existen argumentos histórico-numismáticos que apuntan que, en realidad, la muralla se erigió en la segunda mitad del Siglo XII.
Se conserva aproximadamente la mitad del volumen total, y fue recuperada a principios del Siglo XXI en una actuación que recibió una mención especial3 en la categoría de conservación en los Premios Europa Nostra en España en 2010.
Una de las puertas de la Muralla de Vitoria, que se ubica en la Calle Canton de las Carnicerias, es conocida como el Arco de la Muralla, en la imagen, y está perfectamente equipada con su reja con puntas de lanza.
– Neil Sedaka
I know this is corny but I love Christmas. It is such a magical time of the year. I know some would disagree with me. Their argument, it is crowded, commercialized and people are cranky. Perhaps.....but, everything is in perspective. Let me explain....yes, I have been alone and sad on Christmas. I have felt times where buy buy buy commercials have frustrated me. Moments where if I got hit by one more person and their rushing cart, that I might lose it. Trust me, I too have been there. But I started to realize, I could either focus on the bad, or the good. Instead of wallowing in self pity because I am alone on Christmas, I can instead go to the local church parish or nursing home and see if anyone needs anything. Someone else is surely lonely too and needs a tender word or a small gift to cheer them. When we see past our own circle around us we tend to see things a little differently. You can truly have your own "Christmas Carol" experience if you only soften your heart. Allow the real magic of Christmas to envelope you this year, see where it takes you. It will be an adventure you won't soon forget.
100 x Scenery 90/100
The Squirrel
A squirrel to some is a squirrel,
To others, a squirrel's a squirl.
Since freedom of speech is the birthright of each,
I can only this fable unfurl:
A virile young squirrel named Cyril,
In an argument over a girl,
Was lambasted from here to the Tyrol
By a churl of a squirl named Earl.
-- Ogden Nash
"The best arguments in the world won't change a person's mind. The only thing that can do that is a good story.”
― Richard Powers, The Overstory
If you read Overstory (and I highly recommend it), you will never look at trees the same way again. "Trees communicate, they take care of each other, they sense the presence of other nearby life, they learn to save water, they feed their young and synchronize their masts, bank resources and warn their kin".
This was taken at Warburton over the weekend. As I have just finished the book it was perfect timing to allow me to "see" the trees and listen.
A forest knows things.
I like the way it looks almost like the forest is closing in, wrapping itself around the Sherpa up ahead. We are nothing without trees.
Trees take care of us but do we take enough care of them?
1 of 4 involved in a territorial dispute...fun to watch the arguments...Marsh Hide at Baron's Haugh NR
There was an argument about Tuesday.
Rosalind thinks it is Coosday
Stumpy the tree thinks it is Tree-mendous Tuesday
As this picture proves, it's both.
Happy, Crappy Tuesday. In beautiful Glen Lonan
I told my wife it was a work of art but she assured me Mother Nature would not be upset if I raked them off of our lawn .... another lost argument ....
Un diverbio finito in battibecco (scatto non ottimale, solo foto documentiva) / An argument ended in a bickering (not optimal shot, only documentary photo)
This Eurasian Magpie was standing on the fence, with another one in the Poplar above it. They seemed to be having a conversation when, all of a sudden, this bird became quite agitated :)
This was one of those reflex shots. These two, what I think are Palm Warblers, suddenly flew out of a tree and had a second or two of arial argument. I’ve tried hard to identify the bird and have come up with our most common warbler, the Palm. But I invite you birders out there to correct me if I’ve mis-identified it. Thanks. (Setophaga palmarum) (Sony a1, 200-600 lens @ 362mm, f/6.3, 1/3200 second, ISO 1250)
"just a little bit left of center."
I am reminded of four definitions: A Radical is a man with both feet firmly planted— in the air. A Conservative is a man with two perfectly good legs who, however, has never learned to walk forward. A Reactionary is a somnambulist walking backwards. A Liberal is a man who uses his legs and his hands at the behest-at the command — of his head :-)
Franklin D. Roosevelt, 1939
HSS!! Truth Matters! Character Matters!
camellia, 'Yuletide', little theater garden, raleigh, north carolina
Kleine discussie tussen twee spelende kinderen op een pleintje in Kroatië. Dertig seconden later waren ze weer dikke vrienden.
The Drake equation is a probabilistic argument used to estimate the number of active, communicative extraterrestrial civilizations in the Galaxy.
There is considerable disagreement on the values of these parameters, but the 'educated guesses' used by Drake and his colleagues in 1961 were:
R∗ = 1 yr−1 (1 star formed per year, on the average over the life of the galaxy; this was regarded as conservative)
fp = 0.2 to 0.5 (one fifth to one half of all stars formed will have planets)
ne = 1 to 5 (stars with planets will have between 1 and 5 planets capable of developing life)
fl = 1 (100% of these planets will develop life)
fi = 1 (100% of which will develop intelligent life)
fc = 0.1 to 0.2 (10–20% of which will be able to communicate)
L = somewhere between 1000 and 100,000,000 years
Inserting the above minimum numbers into the equation gives a minimum N of 20 (see: Range of results). Inserting the maximum numbers gives a maximum of 50,000,000. Drake states that given the uncertainties.
The original meeting concluded that N ≈ L, and there were probably between 1000 and 100,000,000 planets with civilizations in the Galaxy.
Makes you think we might not be alone.