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This is the view from the Bar on the back of our cruise ship where carlos the most B.A. Bar tender would make us drinks with out us even asking.
This Black Browed Albatross was photographed somewhere in the Southern Atlantic Ocean between Argentina and the Falkland Islands.
Whilst others on the boat were knocking back their cocktails I was often to be found out on deck, constantly being blown around whilst on the look out for seabirds. There were good numbers at times but the Black Browed Albatross and the Southern Giant Petrels were the two species that came close and showed interest. As such most of the photographs I took were of these two species. Both species but in particular the albatross hardly seemed to move a muscle and simply wheeled around floating on the updraft from the ocean.
They’re back again this year but last year’s nesting spot was destroyed by decay and winter weather. I don’t think I’ll ever have the opportunity I had last year to watch these beautiful woodpeckers in such an up-close and personal manner. The Red-headed woodpeckers visit the feeders and suet daily but not nearly with the same frequency as all of the other woodpeckers. I feel so lucky to have them in an area where they don’t generally nest. I believe this is the 4th year we’ve had them. #Redheadedwoodpeckers.
Back Home Again
John Denver
There's a storm across the valley, clouds are rolling in
The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders
There's a truck out on the four lane, a mile or more away
The whining of his wheels just makes it colder
He's an hour away from riding on your prayers up in the sky
And ten days on the road are barely gone
There's a fire softly burning, supper's on the stove
But it's the light in your eyes that makes him warm
Hey, it's good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend
Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again
Image number six from our recent road trip to Cooma and the surrounding area.
This is another Infrared image, shot in the middle of the day, while the sun was high in the sky.
Hope you like "Back Home Again"
Cheers, Mike
This is the last straw, I'm throwing in the towel. I'm use to things not going my way, I was just born unlucky. But seriously.. like seriously? Some how all my photos on my iPhoto got deleted, all you photographers can imagine how upsetting this is. All those photos gone, that I didn't back-up yet. My wisdom teeth hurt. My school didn't receive my payment for my classes. And ugh soo many other things. I just give-up.
Take one day at a time, they say. Forget what they say, lets go back to yesterday.
The spectacular whale-back ridge of Suilven hidden from view.
My dog Bert and I spent a couple of days walking in Assynt, mainly around Suilven. It was a rather memorable walk.
Midge attacks, knee deep bog, disappointing weather followed by the most amazing light I have seen in a long time.....
Stay tuned.
UP 587 is seen in the evening crawling east to Truckee at Casa Loma. That same morning, 587 had made a westbound run from Truckee to Roseville with two other GP38s. Those other motors would be dropped off in Roseville then the 587 would turn around and head east back to Truckee.
I had a somewhat crazy idea to try and make a sunrise in Torridon this morning. Thankfully Iain made me see sense, along with the realisation I would need to be leaving home around 0145! However, the thought that I hadn't really made the effort to shoot either sunrise or sunset, at least not successfully, for several months was playing on my mind so when I woke just before 0400 and there was a hint of colour in the sky, I grabbed my gear and headed down to Findhorn's back shore. I think the colour was already waning well before I arrived and the tide was a little further out than hoped but it was still a good feeling to have given it a go and a brief burst of sunlight as it broke through a cloud layer gave me something for my efforts.
En el lugar donde habitaban sus héroes y sus mitos ,
Hay gritos tenues hundidos por los picos.
Fuenlabrada , Madrid.
At the end of this week I will be moving back to Japan to teach English, which means that my dolls have to go into storage for the next year or so (actually breaks my heart). This time I'm going to Mobara, Chiba which I'm super happy about. I wanted a Chiba placement so bad!
Although my dolls are going into storage, I am planning to take Hayden and Shunsuke with me because I missed Hayden so badly last time I can't leave without him again.
For the next short while until I get settled and have internet again, there won't be any pictures. This is only temporary though! I love photographing my dolls more than anything.
Wish me luck! *crosses fingers* :D
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Taken while on a photowalk a couple weeks ago. This was in an alley...back of a building in Grand Rapids.
Thanks for views, comments and favs:)
Vermont Railway's GMRC 264 descends into the final stretch before Rutland at North Clarendon. VTR 432, GMTX 2684.
Found this slide when I was filing my films in the weekend. I think this was a collaboration of Mr. V and Mr. H. :D
This is a back burn operation in the Hawkesbury, NSW, Australia. We are approaching spring and summer with little significant rainfall and a fuel load that could be disastrous. I saw the potential for some late afternoon photography and took my chances.
This particular image is an 8 shot vertical HDR pano that I have edited in LR & PS.
Elizabeth has been happy to be back home with her daughter Tulley, for whom she purchased a wooden toy duck while in Munich, Germany. Also in the photo are Tulley's playmates, Kyle and Bonnie (children of friends "Booley" and Maddy). Where are their parents? Off enjoying their freedom from parenting now that "Aunt Stick" is back in town. ;)
just in case you have nothing to talk about^^. In the distance Stuttgart's broadcast tower, first of it's kind in the world (concrete construction, 217m)
3 pic HDR, +-2EV, Photomatix, PS, Topaz
Thanks for visits and faves, comments highly appreciated and will be responded a.s.a.p!
Cheers
Joerg
Atlanta, GA. This facility, owned by Shaquille O'Neal, was destroyed by fire. Let's hope he restores it back to it's former glory or even better.
There is quite a difference in winter versus the warm months in observing the eating habits of pheasants. In the summer time unless you are out very early in the mornings or happen to catch them searching for bits of gravel to serve as grit to help their digestion, pheasants often are more hidden as they seek things to eat. They normally have a menu with more entries on it than they do during the winter.
The phrase “scratching out a living” goes all the way back to the 14th-15th centuries when in the older farming communities the farmers “scratched” the land using more primitive tools.
By the 18th-19th centuries, the use of the phrase gained uses beyond that of farming to include anyone who was barely making ends meet in their day to day struggle.
Jump ahead until today and the phrase applies to a broad spectrum of normally physically hard, low paying jobs or an unstable work life.
I grew up in an era when there were only a few government help agencies and can well remember my folks talking about people around them during the Depression and beyond who spent many years on community “poor farms”.
Poor farms were quite prevalent at one time in the US and folks who were unable to work due to age, disability or other factors were housed and fed in exchange for helping to produce food and maintain a farm. Local governments ran the farms as they were considered a cost-effective way to care for the needy rather than simply doling out monies to individuals.
It carried negative connotations for participants, particularly because they were labeled “inmates.”
Poor farms gradually petered out by the middle of last century with many in Minnesota closing in the 1930s due to government programs starting up such as Social Security in 1935 and the growing prevalence of nursing homes.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)