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Avoiding the Moon, Milan bound British Airways A320 G-EUUP in the climb through FL180 as BA592
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47 569 takes the 13:40 Yarmouth - Liverpool Street past
Cremorne Lane and Crown Point depot onto the Wensum avoiding curve at Norwich
Norwich Thorpe station was shut for the Easter weekend to allow resignalling and track rationalisation to take place ahead of electrification
Hope my boss doesn't see this but...
One day at work I was really annoyed with everyone and everything, so I put on my rain jacket (it was pouring), grabbed my film camera (I always have it with me) and went outside for a bit. This is one of the results.
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The Spur-winged goose (Plectropterus gambensis) is a large, Sub-Saharan African waterbird in the family Anatidae, which includes geese and shelducks.
This species often occurs in open grasslands with lakes, seasonal pools, rivers, swamps and river deltas. Large inland rivers and lakes are perhaps most commonly inhabited, with saline lakes and upland areas generally being avoided, although the species can occur to an elevation of 3,000 m in eastern Africa. It is also absent from arid zones.
This bird is often poisonous due to its diet of blister beetles. The poison, cantharidin, is held within the tissue of the fowl resulting in poisoning of those that eat the cooked goose. 10 mg of cantharidin can kill a human.
This lovely Spur-winged goose was captured on a photography safari during late evening game drive inside the Ngorongoro Crater, Tanzania.
47 222 Appleby-Frodingham on the avoiding lines at Newcastle Central with a southbound cement working
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During the time of the coronavirus pandemic and social (physical distancing), early morning became my ecological niche to enjoy life while avoiding contact with other people. Although it would have been most obvious to take pictures of places without people and practice the Japanese art style of absent motifs (留守模様), nothing drew me to anything human.
I preferred nature and particularly trees that became my personal obsession of that time. Whenever looking at these different trees, there always came a quotation from the ancient Chinese Daoist philosophy of Zhuangzi to my mind 是不材之木也，無所可用: “It’s not a timber tree, there's nothing it can be used for” ―― except of course for enjoying it just as it is …
However, I think that there is more behind the tree pictures than Zhuangzi’s typical praise of uselessness. Eventually, I became aware of a state of mind I never thought of as a possibility, but that became appealing: Biedermeier. Although I had never thought of Biedermeier art as anything other than "stuffy" or "boring," I could suddenly understand the concentration on the domestic and the non-political, the longing for stability, security, honesty, modesty, decency, sobriety, a simple elegance. I am also able to empathize with the predilection for everyday life and its details, ist tranquility and coziness. Am I becoming Biedermeier’s best friend?
Finally, I have to ruminate over a quote from a philosopher of the Biedermeier age who died from a pandemic of that time (Cholera):
“History is not the soil in which happiness grows. The periods of happiness in it are the blank pages of history.” (Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel)
{Zeiss Loxia 2/50 Planar on Sony Alpha 6600}
Lots of crab movement on the low tide at the edge of the mangroves. This small, reddish crustacean was on a decaying log revealed by the tide.
A game that involves throwing a bottle so that it lands upright...
It's all the rage among kids...
Avoid glass bottles...
So, its me.
I've been avoiding uploading to Flickr for quite some time, for the sole reason that i just wasn't satisfied with how my work was turning out. I knew the vision i had in my head, but what i churned out never matched that. not even in the slightest. So, I went about trying to find a new way to do it. It was then that I stumbled upon a customiser whose style of creating I really liked. And so I thought I'd give it a go. and honestly, I think this new way of doing it is a lot more effective than the way i did before, because now what I make is closer to the vision I've had in my head. And that's all I can ask for. I will be forever grateful to this customiser and their work for inspiring me to get back to my passion.
Check them out on instagram instagram.com/legocustoms00/
So yeah, here's Two-Face in my new style. I'm open to any feedback any of you might have, and I'm hoping to be posting fairly regularly from now on. At least for a little while.
All The Best.
My first attempt at HDR and rather pleased with it.
Taken whilst on a quick but very enjoyable trip to Stresa on Lake Maggiore.
A truly beautiful place. One recomendation though, go for the official harbours to get around the lake and avoid the "Captains" hanging around the car park. I have seen bigger rip offs before but these guys are still over charging on the official boats and for less of a service.
\this was a compostioin from nine shots, overkill I guess but as my first attempt at HDR I didn't want to miss the range. Processed in Photomatix with slight touching up in CS4. I haven't got light room yet.
The next time I try this with sky or water I will attempt to build a delay into the shots to add some more movement into the sky and water.
Double the fun.... unusual to get both native swan species in frame with a DCCO
Double-crested Cormorant DCCO( Phalacrocorax auritus)
2 Species Swan
Adult
Tundra Swan TUSW (Cygnus columbianus)
&
1st year bird
Trumpeter Swan TRUS* (Cygnus buccinator)
Pendray Farm
North Saanich
Saanich Peninsula
British Columbia
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in our area TRUS are typically the "Default" Swan... looking to discover TUSW is the "challenge -- game"
In this case although the adult TUSW did not have signature yellow in the lores, it was the easier ID
..i know this photo makes ID look easy...more on that subsequent postings
With out using the dreaded H word, fairly safe to lump to TRUS since it is meeting criteria of general structure as well as other head features
The immature bird is larger than the adult TUSW , but a runt by TRUS standards.
There are lingering questions however, which bring up the "Hybrid" word
Habits observations did not have the immature individual integrated into the TRUS flock even when it easily could have I.E. when TRUS flock was also feeding near reservoir
but it kept to itself, often opposite side of the the reservoir
Perhaps in its run down state was just avoiding possible "bullying " interaction.
It has been at times with the TUSW .
Perhaps it approached...and was not a threat due to its (slightly ) smaller size.
The TUSW is also "off" and seems to be trying to recuperate from a weakened state.
The flock of 30-50 TRUS that had been present wintering ,are now gone on Northbound migration.
The Amata sperbius moth mimics wasps to avoid predation and manages to look pretty damn beautiful while doing it.
This specimen was found at the Phu Quoc Bee Farm in the northern part of the Vietnamese island.
Part 1 here: www.flickr.com/photos/tinyturtle/27071601978/
Part 2 here: www.flickr.com/photos/tinyturtle/46714447144/
Part 3 here: www.flickr.com/photos/tinyturtle/51264486908/
More shots of the same wasp here: www.flickr.com/photos/tinyturtle/43186928725/
All but the first six DL500Bs built in Australia were double ended, unfortunately the B end being a lot less photogenic than the A 'cab' end.
Wherever possible I avoided pics of them B end leading, but for historical relevance I include this shot of 4471/4497 climbing Exeter bank with empty limestone 2Y11 from Berrima cement works to Marulan quarry on 22 March 1994.
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Another open air museum village I visited last week. Much larger and much more longer established than the other one, and also going back a bit further in history in what it depicts from what I could gather.
Looking at pictures are one thing, being there in person is a whole different story. The atmosphere in those buildings, the smell somewhere between soot and campfire in them, because that's what they were fueled and heated with. Smells we rather associate with the outdoors today. The stove in the kitchen is also the heating, and the main light source. If one goes out, they all go out, save for some candles perhaps. Connected in a similar fashion are the air conditioning and the refrigerator. With the difference that those go out every time spring is coming and won't start again until fall. That also explains the few and far between and minuscule windows these buildings tend to have. That and the fact that glass was a rare and expensive commodity. Not like gold but a luxury item nonetheless. Just how dark it was inside, that was quite something, and something distinctly positive.
Strolling these grounds here, I couldn't help thinking that I could totally imagine living like that at a regular everyday basis. Now, I would probably be doing finer than most in such circumstances, not owning a cell phone or TV and many other techy things already as it is. But it also didn't take me very long to figure out where my thinking was going wrong: I was imagining a car or at least a bus stop at my disposal and a modern supermarket somewhere nearby. I also imagined modern indoor plumbing. Which would be especially helpful to avoid infections considering the burns and scalds people tended to have on their hands at all times from handling open fire and metal containers on a daily basis as the only means to get hot water. And probably also would have been caught off guard by the fact there's no computer anywhere, on which I could play some games and edit some pictures when there's nothing to do and it's raining outside.
Long story short, what I had in mind was not living history, but more like a vacation here in the museum. That being said. I could totally see something like that being a business model, and one that will become ever more viable now that the right to disconnect (finally!) becomes an ever louder cry. And places like this do in fact exist. Cabins somewhere in the wild, that writers, artists and musicians sometimes book as a retreat for creative stimulation. What's good for them can't be bad for ordinary people. Heck, artists... just staying alive back then looks like an artform in hindsight, that only the best got any good at. Which I guess it indeed was, looking at average life expectancies in the 1800s and prior.
Seriously though. The modern way the human mind works, combined with the ancient simple down to earth way of living, that could really be a best of two worlds situation right there.
Fun fact: I've read once, every single modern skyscraper contains more glass than the Roman empire produced over the entire course of its existence. But then, that's a very different episode of history yet again.
A challenging image for the 5th in the 'overcast' mini-series. Mainly in the processing and getting it to a point where I got near liking it. Compositionally OK, but just the balance of dark and light, and avoiding an over-processed look. Listening to a bit of Brendan Perry while I did the work on this one helped to set the mood!
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I'm seriously avoiding my face too much! I friggin' hate pictures like this, and I hate this one. So, I have a photo planned for tonight.. It'll be up! I just need the sunset :)
- - By the way, these strawberries ARE HEAVENLY. My grandma sweetens them, and cuts them, and they are just sooooooo tastey. (i don't normally play with my food like this)
I've been looking at all my contacts photos for like, hours.. and i've gained some inspiration. Haha, I don't know what inspired me to do this though.. my stomach?
Tell me what you think, and be honest. I like honest people :)
See you later gators!
ctb.
Cuando empecé a hacer fotos, estaba obsesionada con evitar las sombras... ¡Qué tontería!
When I started taking pictures, I was obsessed with avoiding the shadows ... What nonsense!
Hugger Mugger
Part 2
We found a pub, the Ranting Raven or some such tomfoolish name,
I helped her slip off her wrap and holding it, pulled out a stool for her.
I still had the kind of feeing that one gets when having avoiding an embarrassing situation...
Ordering a pint I took a good long swig. Meanwhile My friend excused herself to the loo with a perky chirp as she patted my cheek
I watched her swish her way off, noticing that several other ‘s had also taken notice. We were both entirely overdressed for the premises and so would naturally attract the local hooligans notice, though there were one or two other handsome devils there ( aside from meself of course..lol). I also knew my flirty colleague was entirely aware that she was being watched, and I pondered if I would be leaving the pub alone..
But I was alone now for a few minutes, so I abandoned that line of thought and allowed my mind to wander back to the reception, and the reality of what I had seen that made me decide suddenly to take wing and flee the premises like a blind bat out of hell.
Blimey! was what I had uttered under my breath once I had confirmed that me eyes were not playing tricks on me as I was watching the young Grandmother as she danced so charmingly with her young lad of a grandson.
I had noticed that, although her earrings and rings were glimmering under the incandesant lighting, but nothing was rippling fire around her throat, for her neck was bare, , as barren of her fine (bloody expensive) diamond necklace as had the young brides,maid had been of her fake rhinestone one a bit earlier after dancing with the same lad.
Blimey I had thought again, had I created a monster? Had he lifted her necklace to have me do the trick for his Grandmother? I had immediately known that that was a path I did not want to follow… too many questions would have likely been asked by his Grandmother, and with my thoughts that had been conjured up the thievery that had taken place in the movie I had once seen, I did not want to risk anyone else drawing up the same conclusions... Rhinestones were one thing, real diamonds were another...!
And, What If?,...
So while I waited for my colleagues return, I let my mind play out a scene similar to that of the movie, adapting it to the circumstances of the reception venue as opposed to the movies luxury liner casino night club version
A lady’s real necklace of diamonds would have been a lure…
In my mind I envisioned a suave James Bond type( Sean Connery?) was dancing with the grandmother....
As the music wafted away he would lift her hand, kissing her jeweled fingers. “Thank you for the dance my lady” he would say, his Scottish brogue spoken words melting her heart. “ I do so apologize for being so clumsy, perhaps too many martinis?” ( shaken not stirred)
“That’s ok dear” she would twitter totally fallen under his charms as she placed her free hand to her chest, her fingers not reaching quite high enough up to discover her missing necklace.
He would look over her shoulder, “that’s your grandson over there then lass?”
As she turns her head he continues on In his richly deep accent, “a handsome lad, perhaps he would also like a dance with such a charming lady?”
My mind shook out that thought, and still not seeing my chum returning from the loo, I took a long thoughtful swig, and went to the scene I had actually witnessed, the lad dancing with his classy Grandmother. I played out what they would have been saying..
She would of course, been praising her grandson as they swept around the dance floor.
“You look very handsome me darling” the grandmother would say as she looked into his smiling cherubs face with his pink cheeks.
“And you are very pretty also Granma,” he would also say, as his arm gipped tighter the nicely feeling material of her dress.
“Thank you she would say” her hand reaching up to happily adjust her necklace as she has already several time that long day spent.
Only this time her fingers fail to find it!
She stops , her hands searching .
“What’s the matter Gram?” The lad then asks seeing her look of alarm.
“Granmas diamonds are gone!” she would answer with worry as her heart starts sinking, she would look around rapidly along the wooden planked floor.
He just smiles with that cherub’s innocence. “ Tis ok Grandma, there’s a magician here, he made Sadie’s necklace disappear and reappear. Here, he’s over at the bar, lets go find him !” he happily says as he tugs her hand.
That was the thought that had made me bloody scalp prickle, and did so again now as I thought how close I had been to being blindsided
My chum meanwhile had come out of the loo and was by my side.
“Whats up luv?” she asked seeing the look on my face.
“Nothing really.” I said, “just thinking how disappointing it twas not getting a dance in.”
“Should have cut in!” she scolded squeezing me arm, “I was actually getting bored anyhows!” she very prettily lied to me, in an effort to ease my thoughts.
I smiled and raised my glass, she did the same and we clinked them , cheering to the rest of a wonderful weekend ahead.
We drank for a couple of hours, chattering amiably amongst ourselves.
But Her wiles had failed her at the Ranting Raven, no one ever made the attempt of approaching her from the gathering of patrons, and she did not want to walk alone back to the hotel where we both were staying.. so when I said I was finished, she left the pub with me.
Then, arm in arm, We decided to take a long stroll along the waterfront.
And so I did after all, manage to get me a dance in!
It was on a pier overlooking the river that was just downhill from where we were staying…. We danced in the pool of light caste onto the wooden dock by an ancient overhead lamp.
And no! , cause I know where your minds are at my fine inquisitive friends, , there was no purloining of my dance partners necklace, though it was a pretty thing at that! But it was too raw,the timing, if you know what I mean!
But I did have an idea for a new trick for the next time I danced with a young lady sporting a similar glittery necklace!
And there is that upcoming posh Charity Ball my colleague is always doing puppy whines about never being invited to…
Fini, and Cheers to everyone
Ps
This story is based on an actual event. It was at a wedding I had attended to several fortnights ago. The situation was very similar, and I found meself deserted by cohorts and in a position preventing me from leaving. I had witnessed the antics of the lad hugging about and certain comments made by a pratty bridesmaid led me to come up with the phrase hugger mugger. In my isolation I then started to come up with the story above.
Pss
The movie I mentioned in part one is of course the French one about Arsene Lupin..
though there is also the one that stars Russian actress Svetlana Khodchenkova as a female pickpocket lifting jewels at a posh events. but I do not for the life of me remember the name, for it has escaped me.
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narcissus fly creeping around the garden trying to avoid anything that looks remotely like a fish slice...
a field stack of 30 images, handheld, natural light
The whole shoot was basically "let's go for a walk!" It was right around rush hour, so there were a few too many cars on the street (lookeeloos, too many off those), but the sun was Perfect, we had a fine time with it, just before golden hour, the light was warm, the clouds were nowhere to be seen.
Polaroid film currently works best at that time of day, the sunlight is weak enough to avoid the film's many sensitivities, I can take whatever shots I want, fairly secure in the idea it'll do what I fucking tell it to.
I don't really work with Shadow. That's a thing. I'm all about light, more light the better, I want to see everything in a subject's face, I want You to see everything in a subject's face...but we tried this, it worked, we were giddy and skipped around the neighborhood for several minutes.
Color Matching & Catching (Good) Delta (Flight To New York City) - IMRAN™
Have to be rocking matching the aircraft & airline color scheme when catching a good Delta, a first class TPA-LGA flight, hopefully avoiding the other delta in the news.
As is tradition, when I’m on time, my departing flights are delayed. But today’s delays were from tornadoes in Atlanta, according to one of my Delta airline pilot friends. It gave me a chance to grab some after sunset food at TPA, and get into my seat without rush. Being first to board, I took the mask off to take a selfie.
Checklist: Mask back on, seat belt fastened, GPS tracker enabled, bags stowed, Apple AirPods Max great active noise cancellation on, iTunes/Music “5-star Songs Unplayed 60 Months” playlist on, Maghreb prayers done, loved ones messaged, gratitude to Allah the One God of all…. ongoing.
Think, as the shirt says. And you’ll never run out of things to be grateful for, daring new experiences to be savored, deeper love to be experienced, new chapters to keep unfolding, and love to be shared. Always keep me in your prayers, friends and loved ones.
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The blue-tailed bee-eater (Merops philippinus) is a near passerine bird in the bee-eater family Meropidae. It is widely distributed across South and Southeast Asia where many populations are strongly migratory, and seen seasonally in many parts but breeding colonially in small areas across their range, mostly in river valleys, where they nest by tunneling into loamy sand banks. They are seen mostly in open habitats close to water.
This species, like other bee-eaters, is a richly coloured, slender bird. It is predominantly green; its face has a narrow blue patch with a black eye stripe, and a yellow and brown throat; the tail is blue and the beak is black. The three outer toes are united around their bases. It can reach a length of 23–26 cm, including the two elongated central tail feathers which can be just two inches more than the remaining ten feathers. Sexes are alike.
This species is usually found near water and like other bee-eaters it predominantly eats flying insects, especially bees (as large as the Xylocopa sp. wasps and hornets, which are caught in the air by sorties from an open perch. They may also forage in flight over estuaries, backwaters and even over the sea but not far from the coast. This species probably takes bees and dragonflies in roughly equal numbers. The insects that are caught are beaten on the perch to kill and break the exoskeleton. This habit is seen in many other members of the order Coraciiformes.[5] They call mainly in flight with a rolling chirping whistling teerp.
The only confusable species within its range is the blue-cheeked bee-eater which however tends to be found in drier areas. The blue-tailed differs in having the rump and tail blue rather than green and black. The undertail feathers are bluish rather than green in the blue-cheeked. The blue cheek patch is much smaller while the chestnut on the throat and breast darker and covering a larger area.
They breed in April to May in India nesting colonially with closely placed nest holes in a vertical mudbank or even burrowing into gently sloping land. They tend to choose sandy and sandy clay loams but avoid heavier clay loams. They also prefer clear mud banks without any vegetation cover.[7] In Sri Lanka, they have been noted to breed in artificial sand dunes created by dredging of sea sand.[8] The nest tunnel can run nearly 2 metres deep. About 5 to 7 near spherical eggs are laid.
Both the male and the female take care of the eggs. The parents guard the nest to prevent intraspecific brood parasitism and extra pair copulation. These birds also feed and roost communally.[5] One or two helpers may join the breeding pair after incubation begins. Although males and females appear similar to the human eye, males tend to have longer central tail feather extensions and UV reflectance studies demonstrate that healthy males had darker chestnut throats and brighter green body plumage while females showed brighter blue rumps and yellow chins.
This image was taken in Sri Lanka.
The original photo was of a plaza in Southern Spain. Photoleap Tiny Planet was used to create this image.
Avoiding Freeway to Yakima by taking State Route 821 through the Yakima River Canyon which has man stunning views and a lot of various basalt and wild vegetation