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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.
Explore June 2/08 ..Great Blue Heron View Large Argument over fishing rights to this spot! Twilight backlite sunset. IMG_2668
Two Chaffinches having a little argument.
Chaffinch (Fringilla coelebs).
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This is not a medieval ruine somewhere in Europe, this is the Bishop Castle in Colorado. Jim Bishop has built it alone since 1969 against all odds like missing money, hard labor, arguments with authorities, brands, blows, personal strocks of fate... This really incredible building, lost in the wilderness of Colorado, wil probably never be completed, but in this case the way is a goal...
Jouant sur les reflets de la mare je tente de capter les ronds de lumières tout en gardant à l'esprit que cette petite juvénile doit rester nette dans mon viseur... Pas plus de quelques millimètre et déjà tous les arguments pour séduire un photographe de nature.
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Playing on the reflections of the pond I try to capture the circles of lights while keeping in mind that this little juvenile must remain sharp in my viewfinder ... No more than a few millimeters and already all the arguments to seduce a nature photographer.
Philip
j'ai hésité à prendre cette photo, ce n'est pas trop mon style, mais avec la pauvreté et son cortège de misères de plus en plus présents dans nos villes, j'ai finalement décidé de mettre ce triste "clic" dans l'un de mes albums sur la ville !
~{Bs}~ Freya Fur
& //R3D// Dress Rachel
Photo taken at Nørdhjem
Since Viking times, the Nordic people have had a long tradition of celebrating winter festivals. One of the festivals that has survived to this day is called "Yule" or "Yuletide, Yulefest". "Christmas; the Christmas season" is a blend of North Germanic tradition and Christian culture.
There is an argument in the literature that is related to another traditional German festival Mōdraniht (Modranect in English). Mōdraniht means "Night of the Mothers". Bede wrote the following in his De temporum ratione:
“Incipiebant autem annum ab octavo Calendarum Januariarum die, ubi nunc natale Domini celebramus. Et ipsam noctem nunc nobis sacrosa-nctam, tunc gentili vocabulo Modranicht, id est, matrum noctem appellabant: ob causam et suspicamur ceremoniarum, quas in ea pervigiles agebant. ”
According to the ancient tradition of the Vikings, on the night of December 24th, people will pay tribute to the eldest mothers in the tribe and the ancestors and mythology goddesses who have passed away. This includes both Frigg and Freya in Norse mythology in some stories the two often refer to the same person), and the three goddesses Matres (or Matronae) influenced by Roman culture. Source
Music Mood
♫ Daridel | Yule ♫
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]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhF34xLMOpY
"La VIBRATION de l' UNIVERS"
de SERGE - REIVER NAZARE .
vadeker.net/beyond/contact/lois_sur_les_extraterrestres.html
"LOIS et REGLEMENTS sur le CONTACT avec les EXTRATERRESTRES" ... aux USA .
"C' est dans l' air du temps que cette ""paranoïa anti-extraterrestre"" soit devenue mondiale . Il faudrait se méfier de tout contact avec un intelligence extraterrestre ou toutes formes de vie extraterrestre . Et, comme chacun le sait , nul n' est censé ignorer la Loi , même si c' est pour réglementer un contact avec un phénomène qui n' est pas censé exister , car il n' est pas officiellement reconnu , mais qui pourrait tout de même l' être si on ouvre grand les yeux .
Les Gouvernements jouent ainsi avec les contradictions et ils ne manquent pas d' imaginations ni d' arguments pour légiférer sur un contrôle de ceux qui seraient confrontés au phénomène ovnien . Nous retrouvons des Lois à géométrie variable parce qu'on ne sait jamais ce qui pourrait se passer dans la tête d' un terrien ...
Les Politiques en parlent , les Militaires les craignent , les Stratèges ne savent plus sur quel pied danser ...
Un bref aperçu pour avoir une idée du contexte culturel et idéologique dans lesquels émergent ces Lois ..."
(Motion Blur)
Thank you , my Friends , for your Visits ...
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.
The morning air was cool and fresh as my car pushed its way up the Tioga Pass Road toward the Yosemite High Country. It was May in the Eastern Sierra and the snowmelt had made little lakes out of what would be grassy meadows later in the year. I stopped for a bit to walk around one of the lakes… snapping pics and enjoying the quiet. It was a Delightful Day !!
A little further up the Tioga Pass Road lies Tuolumne Meadows, one of the largest high-elevation meadows in the Sierra Nevada, Tuolumne Meadows at 8,600 feet has been also among the most visible to past pioneers, and present visitors and scientists.
There’s a lot of argument about which stretch of the Pacific Crest Trail has the most breathtaking scenery, but for lovers of high-alpine landscapes, it’s tough to beat the stretch of trail through Yosemite’s Tuolumne Meadows, the largest subalpine meadow in the Sierra Nevada. This is stark, fragile, granite country. The beauty of this region's glacial-cut peaks, gem-like lakes, verdant meadows, and abundant wildlife make it a hiking paradise.
Note: The Pacific Crest National Scenic Trail (PCT) is a treasured pathway through some of the most outstanding scenic terrain in the United States. Beginning in southern California at the Mexican border, the PCT travels a total distance of 2,650 miles through California, Oregon, and Washington until reaching the Canadian border.
Nikon Z6, 14-24/2.8 @ 16.5 mm, 8 sec @ f/11, ISO 100, processed to taste)
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.
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
Despededia y cierre para el que fué, durante años, mi mercante favorito de la zona.Personal de la propia Renfe se defiende con argumentos como..."Esas decisiones las toma el ministerio..." Aunque me temo que habrá más razones detras ( las cuales a mi se me escapan...) para desviar tres trenes semanales cargados de bobina de papel finlandesa del puerto de Santurtzi a Azuqueca De Henares en varios camiones...Camiones, si, esos que contaminan tanto...Poco antes de esta, para mi, lamentable desaparición, la empresa consignataria Toro y Betolaza cambió de ubicacion en el puerto y montó unas nuevas instalaciones con dos vias de cargue, en el que habia que dividir el tren en dos y realizar bastantes maniobras por parte de Adif.Tendrá esto algo que ver? Sea como fuere, aquellos que quieren que seamos limpios y ecologicos nos dan ejemplos de mala gestión como éste.A pesar de todo, quedarán imagenes como ésta, de sus últimos años de circulación, ya con los vagones Hbis de ejes bastante maltrechos,como un grato recuerdo.Feliz semana para tod@s.
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* Paisaje típico de la Comarca Subbética desde la ventana de un cortijo andaluz en un extenso olivar. Término municipal de Cabra de Córdoba, (La Igabrum tartesso-romana). Centro geográfico de Andalucía.
* Esta fotografía fue tomada desde la misma ventana desde la que, en mis años juveniles, realicé la anterior 40 años antes (aquella de las granadas y membrillos). El paso del tiempo parece que deja las cosas casi iguales pero la pátina del implacable transcurrir de las horas hinca su mella tanto en los elementos físicos como en el recuerdo.
Se trata de esos pequeños detalles que hacen que nosotros seamos “…yo y mis circunstancias…” como argumentaba Ortega y Gasset, y como suelo añadir a mis alumnos “…más mis recuerdos…”, porque sin recuerdos no seriamos nadie.
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* Bueno traer en nuestra evocación poética la letra de una canción muy bella de Serrat: Para escuchar (To listen) www.youtube.com/watch?v=vo1ceeYqQsk
Pequeñas cosas
Uno se cree
que las mató el tiempo y la ausencia
pero su tren
vendió boleto
de ida y vuelta.
Son aquellas pequeñas cosas
que nos dejó un tiempo de rosas
en un rincón,
en un papel
o en un cajón.
Como un ladrón,
te acechan detrás
de la puerta;
te tienen tan
a su merced
como hojas muertas
que el viento arrastra allá o aquí,
que te sonríen tristes y
nos hacen que
lloremos cuando
nadie nos ve.
(JUAN MANUEL SERRAT. Del álbum musical “Mediterráneo”.)
In which my garden robins refuse to indulge in Christmas spirit and share.
We're Here: Christmas Dysfunction
1 of 4 involved in a territorial dispute...fun to watch the arguments...Marsh Hide at Baron's Haugh NR
When I were a lad there was a man with a horse and cart and the man used to stop in the street where I grew up shouting 'any old iron'. This old Iron escaped his attention and belonged to my gran. Judging by the weight of it this explains why gran had arms like steel girders and never lost an argument with grandad :-)
Canon PowerShot SX430 IS
f/3.5
1/30
4 mm
ISO 200
Dedicated to RHC (ILYWAMHASAM)
HCT 😄
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)
Este estudio podría suponer un paso mayor en los argumentos de como, cuando y por que viene la consciencia y quien o que nos la otorga.
Nota:
Este artículo de fue tomado de su versión en inglés, publicado en: independent.co.uk
Los insectos tienen una forma de conciencia, de acu...
www.montroshead.com/2016/04/30/de-acuerdo-a-un-estudio-lo...
It started with a careless squawk, and now they barely talk.
Arara Azul / Blue Macaw, Pantanal, Mato Grosso do Sul, Brazil
"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.
De hele maand juli zou vervolgens de camera niet uit de tas komen vanwege drukte op het werk en verschillende klusjes in en rondom huis.
Toen naast mijn vakantie ook die van mijn vrouw begonnen was reden we in de avond van 31 juli 2025 weg vanuit Apeldoorn naar Izola voor een welverdiende vakantie. De eerste van de twee weken in Slovenië gaven mij de optie om foto's te maken op de bekende spoorlijn van en naar Koper.
Ondanks dat we om 9 uur bij ons hotel terecht konden wisten we bij het wegrijden uit Apeldoorn al dat we eerder aan de Sloveense kust zouden arriveren. ''Je kunt vast wel ergens foto's maken'' was het argument om toch eerder dan gepland te vertrekken en zodoende stonden we op 1 augustus 2025 niet lang na zonsopkomst bij Dekani.
Daar kon in de kleine 2 uurtjes die overbrugt moesten worden alleen de SZ 363 013 gefotografeerd worden. Met containertrein 42080 was de Brižita net uit Koper Tovorna vertrokken richting Hodoš.
English:
On august 1, 2025, the SZ 363 013 came along Dekani as train 42080 from Koper Tovorna to Hodoš.
Snowy Plovers having an argument...
Last March, I captured this species at Fort de Soto. The Snowy Plover is found mainly on the Gulf Coast and the California coast.
En mars dernier, cette espèce était présente à Fort de Soto. Le pluvieux neigeux est principalement présent sur la côte entourant le Golf du Mexique et sur la côte de la Californie.
Fort de Soto, Florida, USA