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The Pier, Southend-on-Sea, Essex UK. A kind of 'fusion' picture using both a recent and an older photo. The title, in parts, alludes to both the way I feel about this seemingly never ending lockdown and the lack of photo opportunities it forces on me, plus my desire to shake it up style-wise.
Born a year before the BN-SF merger, I've never experienced true Burlington Northern. The pieces of former BN equipment I've seen have all been patched or repainted for the most part. I suppose the nearly untouched cascade green caboose on the Cody local, coupled behind a BN covered hopper with minimal graffiti will have to do...
Frannie, WY
May 27th, 2021
Born in the silence of the south Baffin tundra,
the creek threads its way for hundreds of kilometers,
seeking the wide embrace of Frobisher Bay.
Now winter holds it fast in a frozen grip,
its voice muted beneath ice and snow—
until June returns,
and the thaw releases its song once more.
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It's butterfly obsession time as the large fritillaries are starting to emerge. It's wonderful to see them flying up the slopes, desperate to find a mate. These Common Blues were a small but beautiful distraction. The female kept walking round and round the bracken frond trying to detach the male, it was wonderful dance. New Born is by Muse.
Shot with a Macro Extension Tube 10mm + 16mm
A macro shot of a sand dollar.
Sand dollars, like all members of the order Clypeasteroida, possess a rigid skeleton known as a test. The test consists of calcium carbonate plates arranged in a fivefold radial pattern.
Dead individuals are commonly found with their empty test devoid of all surface material and bleached white by sunlight.
I was never aware of their existence until my visit to Coco Plum Beach, Bahamas.
It's on the north end of Great Exuma island, a spot that has become renowned for its shelling and the wonderful sand dollars you can find there, especially during low tide.
You can watch the beach here flic.kr/p/JLi7yt
Sing me a Song.
----------------------------- JESUS ✝️ SAVES-------------------------------
SALVATION THROUGH FAITH IN JESUS CHRIST - ALONE!
12 Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to men by which we must be saved."
❤️❤️ IT'S ALL JESUS AND NONE OF OURSELVES! ❤️❤️
16 I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God for the SALVATION of everyone WHO BELIEVES: first for the Jew, then for the Gentile. 17 For in the gospel a RIGHTEOUSNESS FROM GOD IS REVEALED, a righteousness that is by FAITH FROM FIRST TO LAST, just as it is written: "THE RIGHTEOUS WILL LIVE BY FAITH." (Romans 1:16-17)
16 KNOW that a man is NOT justified by observing the law, but by FAITH IN JESUS CHRIST. So we, too, have put our faith in Christ Jesus that we may be JUSTIFIED BY FAITH in CHRIST and NOT by observing the law, BECAUSE BY OBSERVING THE LAW NO ONE WILL BE JUSTIFIED. (Galatians 2:16)
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)
1 Brothers, my heart's desire and prayer to God for the Israelites is that they may be saved. 2 For I can testify about them that they are zealous for God, but their zeal is not based on knowledge. 3 Since they did not know the righteousness that comes from God and sought to establish their own, they did not submit to God's righteousness. 4 Christ is the end of the law so that there may be righteousness for everyone who believes.
5 Moses describes in this way the righteousness that is by the law: "The man who does these things will live by them." 6 But the righteousness that is by faith says: "Do not say in your heart, 'Who will ascend into heaven?'" (that is, to bring Christ down) 7 "or 'Who will descend into the deep?'" (that is, to bring Christ up from the dead). 8 But what does it say? "The word is near you; it is in your mouth and in your heart," that is, the word of faith we are proclaiming: 9 That if you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. 10 For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved. 11 As the Scripture says, "Anyone who trusts in him will never be put to shame." 12 For there is no difference between Jew and Gentile--the same Lord is Lord of all and richly blesses all who call on him, 13 for, "Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved." (Romans 10:1-13)
Jesus came to bring spiritual LIFE to the spiritually dead and set the captives FREE! FREE from RELIGION, ERROR and outright LIES, so WE might serve THE LIVING GOD! In SPIRIT and in TRUTH!
So you'll KNOW, and not think you're to bad for God to love. The Christian LIFE isn't about how good WE are, because NONE of us are! It's about how GOOD JESUS IS! Because JESUS LOVES US, so much he died in our place and took the punishment for all of our sins on himself. The wages of sin is DEATH, and Jesus took the death WE so richly deserved for us and died in our place. The good news is, there's no more punishment for sin left. WE, you and I were all born forgive as a result of the crucifixion of God himself on the cross that took away the sins of the whole world. All we have to do is believe it, and put your Faith in the finished work of Jesus Christ. That my friends is REAL UNCONDITIONAL LOVE! YOU ARE LOVED. ❤️ ✝️ ❤️
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Mercat del Born is a former public market and one of the most important buildings in Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain constructed with iron. Located in the lower and eastern side of the la Ribera neighborhood, it is the largest covered square in all of Europe and marked the start of Modernisme in Catalan architecture.
In 2002 work was started to install the Biblioteca Provincial de Barcelona, but during excavations, extensive ruins of the medieval city were discovered. It was then decided to preserve the ruins and move the library project to another location.
Currently, the market covers these archaeological ruins which were part of the la Ribera district that was demolished in the early eighteenth century after the defeat of Catalonia in the War of Succession in 1714. This portion of la Ribera was forcibly demolished to make way for the construction of the Ciutadella military structure as ordered by the new Spanish king, Philip V.
The plan that finally came to fruition in 2013 was to expose the subterranean ruins for visitors while preserving space around the exterior of them for mixed use, cultural center, in addition to having a museum about the War of Succession onsite.
Barcelona
November 2016
Looking as proud and regal as the famous lioness Elsa from the 1966 film Born Free. And just like Elsa, this little snail is being returned to the wild. I have kept this snail along with some friends safe and well-fed over the cold winter months - but now it is time to return them to my garden (away from the hostas) to live free again.
For Macro Mondays theme 'On Top'. I looked in my garden for something suitable to put a snail on - and found several of my small ferns putting up new fronds. This one was nicely back lit by morning sunshine that shows off the translucence of the snail's body. The curled head of the frond was just under 2.5cm across, the photo was cropped to be within the size limit.
No snails were harmed in the making of this photograph.
Explored (Number 23) May 25, 2022 for Explore Macro Take-over.
19:52 Favourite Movie
I realize that a great blue heron is not a lion...but he was born free too.
That movie reduces me to puddles everytime I watch it.
O Paulo (um excelente fotógrafo, confirmem... The_Bat), colocou-me um desafio... "e que tal ilustrar a Fez - Being Born"!
Logo, uma das músicas que eu mais gostei do novo álbum dos U2...
E, aqui está... inspirei-me em pormenores da letra para compor esta colagem de 3 fotografias distintas... o relógio, a auto-estrada, velocidade com o ponteiro das rotações, Cádiz e a sua Baía... o azul do Atlântico, sem horizonte!
Por fim, o coração simboliza África e o amor por "largar amarras" e viajar!
Espero que tenha correspondido ao teu desafio, Paulo...
Um abraço, amigo!
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Six o'clock
On the auto route
Burning rubber, burning chrome
Bay of Cadiz and ferry home
Atlantic sea cut glass
African sun at last
Lights.. flash past
Like memories
A speeding head, a speeding heart
I'm being born, a bleeding start
The engines roar, blood curling wail
Head first then foot
The heart sets sail
* U2 | Fez: Being Born (No Line On The Horizon)
A Pronghorn buck (Antilocapra americana) from Dallam County, Texas.
The day after the big storm, we went out into the damp morning to see if the rains may have spurred some animal movement. After a few miles, Caro spotted a nice pronghorn buck on a yucca-laden hillside. It looked at us for a moment, and took off running to the crest of the hill. A pronghorn in motion is a beautiful thing. Their movements are so fluid-like and effortless. There is nothing on this continent's land that can match their speed, and their aloof attitude makes one think that they know it.
We moved forward along a curve in the road to try to get a closer look at the buck where the ridge intersected our path. There he stopped for a moment to mark his territory and again took to running.
We watched him cross the road and find a small gap in the fence. From there he disappeared over the distant horizon. In all we probably spent 10 minutes or more watching him, and I managed an image of him mid-gallop. It was a special experience, and the first of many pronghorn encounters we would enjoy on our trip.
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In mid-1996, Burlington Northern Santa Fe was looking for an image to represent the new railroad and had VMV in Paducah paint up former BN SD60M No. 9297 in this experimental scheme, with each side being slightly different. Later that year, the “Heritage I” scheme was born, modified from this test scheme. On July 20, 2003, the locomotive still wore its interesting colors as it sat at Sterling, Colorado.
I was born in far away in the West but since birth I have stared over the horizon feeling bonded to something that is a part of me and who I am from a time long ago. A beautiful ancient pure land as old as humanity itself from bustling colorful and cultural cities to the high mountains that abound this land. The connection is so strong in fact that I feel a part of me is missing like having family but never seeing them for your whole life ofcorse I live with family in Palm Springs who I love very much today however there is a mystery. The thing that defies logic is how could this be? Long ago shortly after I was born the so called "alien abduction switch" occurred. "The switch" is something that the family jokes about all the time because the event was so unheard of to be chilling. At about 6 months old I was locked in a crib in an upstairs 2nd floor bedroom secured by a locked window with an alarmed screen. It was afternoon naptime and according to my parents I had gone silent for over an hour because I was usually a pretty noisy baby. When they came up I had disappeared from my crib but they then noticed the window had been opened. Over 12 feet below they spotted me on the concrete slab playing with the grass growing through the cracks. Keep in mind, I am 6 months old in which I had managed to climb out of an elevated crib, figure out how to unlock and disarm the screen and window and jump out 12 feet onto concrete without a single scratch. A complete mystery but from that day on dreams of other places and times from the cosmos took hold searching for something in a place where I felt out of place.
My feelings and emotions about things are tied to a distant land I had never been to for most of my life and then in recent years I feel like someone is feeling the sameway towards me from that distant land. Separated but drawn together. My life is dynamic full of tremendous emotion. So much joy but yet feeling like I am missing something. One half of being whole and she is out there somewhere feeling the sameway. Will it ever be as you can see here? Time will only tell so I throw this bottle out into the sea of cyberspace and hope on that distant shore where ever she may happen to be she may pick the bottle up and read the message. I meanwhile go into periodic spells of tears and sadness only hoping she will respond..............
Day 2
wow, day 2 and the first time, 2 concepts have failed, but fortunately I'm satisfied with this third concept.
oh how I missed you spiders, mosquitos and other bugs. thank you for the warm welcome.
My bestfriend (the one in this picture) gave birth to a cutie baby boy.. and I have a new puppy on my own.. basically full of love for the last few weeks on my end.. and busy scooping poops and wiping pees 😄.. i hope everyone is safe and healthy.. i cant promise to catch up here but i will try..
This is the first tendril spiral photo I took in 2018. I remember the day well. I was walking Spencer in the morning and spotted this tendril spiral with a dew drop. I didn’t have a camera with me and when the walk was done, I returned to take this picture. I was in a rush because it was a Saturday and we were going to the farmer’s market. I hoped the dew drop would still be there and it was. That was the moment my passion for tendril photography was born.
I wrote a blog post you can read if you'd like to learn more about my journey on tendril photography and see a photo of my photography studio in the barn. www.puriscalproperty.com/2024/01/my-photography-studio-in...
Men are born to succeed, not to fail.
Henry David Thoreau
Our monthly Men's Coffee - some serious shit going down - mostly pertaining to sports. One guy got on politics but got shut down promptly.
I love these guys - they are my tribe.
New day! New hopes! New life!
“What a caterpillar calls the end of the world we call a butterfly.”
~ Eckhart Tolle~
“Realize deeply that the present moment is all you have. Make the NOW the primary focus of your life.”
~Eckhart Tolle~
“As soon as you honor the present moment, all unhappiness and struggle dissolve, and life begins to flow with joy and ease. When you act out the present-moment awareness, whatever you do becomes imbued with a sense of quality, care, and love - even the most simple action.”
~ Eckhart Tolle, The Power of Now~
For my friend NatuurfotoRien/Rien in Holland, who loves corvids.
I had this odd notion that when I retire I would carve a totem pole, and so over the years, I learned more and more about northwest coast art, culture, and carving. One of the pieces I studied was this - a huge cedar sculpture carved by the great sculptor, Bill Reid, to whom the telling of this ancient story is credited.
Bill Reid was a Haida indian (Haida is their word for “human”). The Haida tribe lives in the Queen Charlotte Islands off the coast of northern Canada (below Alaska), in a special place they call Haida Gwaii. Bill is widely credited for reviving the arts of the northwest coast - he was an amazing sculptor. I am disappointed I will never meet him.
The northwest coast tribes have many gods - all animals. Raven is the Haida equivalent of “fox”. Tricky, playful, smart, inquisitive - these are all qualities of Raven, whose play and trickery created the stars in the sky, the sun, the ocean and man.
The man-size (literally) sculpture is inside the University of British Columbia museum in Vancouver, Canada. When it was installed, Bill had the children of Haida Gwaii come to the installation - each with bottles of sand from the beach at Haida Gwaii, so Raven, could be installed in his native soil.
Here is his telling of their genesis myth - one of the most sacred stories in Haida culture:
The Story of the Raven Creating Man by Bill Reid
The great flood which had covered the earth for so long had receded, and even the thin strip of sand now called Rose Spit, stretching north from Naikun village lay dry. The Raven had flown there to gorge himself on the delicacies left by the receding water, so for once he wasn't hungry. But his other appetites - lust, curiosity and the unquenchable itch to meddle and provoke things, to play tricks on the world and its creatures - these remained unsatisfied.
He had recently stolen the light from the old man who kept it hidden in a box in his house in the middle of the darkness, and had scattered it throughout the sky. The new light spattered the night with stars and waxed and wane in the shape of the moon. And it dazzled the day with a single bright shining which lit up the long beach that curved from the spit beneath Raven's feet westward as far as Tao Hill. Pretty as it was, it looked lifeless and so to the Raven quite boring. He gave a great sigh, crossed his wings behind his back and walked along the sand, his shiny head cocked, his sharp eyes and ears alert for any unusual sight or sound. Then taking to the air, he called petulantly out to the empty sky. To his delight, he heard an answering cry - or to describe it more closely, a muffled squeak.
At first he saw nothing, but as he scanned the beach again, a white flash caught his eye, and when he landed he found at his feet, buried in the sand, a gigantic clamshell. When he looked more closely still, he saw that the shell was full of little creatures cowering in terror of his enormous shadow.
Well, here was something to break the monotony of his day. But nothing was going to happen as long as the tiny things stayed in the shell, and they certainly weren't coming out in their present terrified state. So the Raven leaned his great head close to the shell, and with the smooth trickster's tongue that had got him into and out of so many misadventures during his troubled and troublesome existence, he coaxed and cajoled and coerced the little creatures to come out and play in his wonderful, shiny new world. As you know the Raven speaks in two voices, one harsh and strident, and the other, which he used now, a seductive bell-like croon which seems to come from the depths of the sea, or out of the cave where the winds are born. It is an irresistible sound, one of the loveliest sounds in the world. So it wasn't long before one and then another of the little shell-dwellers timidly emerged. Some of them immediately scurried back when they saw the immensity of the sea and the sky, and the overwhelming blackness of the Raven. But eventually curiosity overcame caution and all of them had crept or scrambled out. Very strange creatures they were: two-legged like the Raven, but there the resemblance ended. They had no glossy feathers, no thrusting beak. Their skin was pale, and they were naked except for the long black hair on their round, flat-featured heads. Instead of strong wings, they had thin stick-like appendages that waved, and fluttered constantly. They were the original Haidas, the first humans.
For a long time the Raven amused himself with his new playthings, watching them as they explored their much expanded-world. Sometimes they helped one another in their new discoveries. Just as often, they squabbled over some novelty they found on the beach. And the Raven taught them some clever tricks, at which they proved remarkably adept. But the Raven's attention span was brief, and he grew tired of his small companions. For one thing, they were all males. He had looked up and down the beach for female creatures, hoping to make the game more interesting, but females were nowhere to be found. He was about to shove the now tired, demanding and quite annoying little creatures back into their shell and forget about them when suddenly - as happens so often with the Raven - he had an idea.
He picked up the men, and in spite of their struggles and cries of fright he put them on his broad back, where they hid themselves among his feathers. Then the Raven spread his wings and flew to North Island. the tide was low, and the rocks, as he had expected, were covered with those large but soft-lipped molluscs known as red chitons. The Raven shook himself gently, and the men slid down his back to the sand. The he flew to the rock and with his strong beak pried a chiton from its surface.
Now, if any of you have ever examined the underside of a chiton, you may begin to understand what the Raven had in his libidinous, devious mind. He threw back his head and flung the chiton at the nearest of the men. His aim was as unerring as only a great magician's can be, and the chiton found its mark in the delicate groin of the startled, shell-born creature. There the chiton attached itself firmly. Then as sudden as spray hitting the rocks from a breaking wave, a shower of chitons broke over the wide-eyed humans, as each of the open-mouthed shellfish flew inexorably to its target.
Nothing quite like this had ever happened to the men. They had never dreamed of such a thing during their long stay in the clamshell. They were astounded, embarrassed, confused by a rush of new emotions and sensations. They shuffled and squirmed, uncertain whether it was pleasure or pain they were experiencing. They threw themselves down on the beach, where a great storm seemed to break over them, followed just as suddenly by a profound calm. One by one the chitons dropped off. The men staggered to their feet and headed slowly down the beach, followed by the raucous laughter of the Raven, echoing all the way to the great island to the north which we now call Prince of Wales.
That first troop of male humans soon disappeared behind the nearest headland, passing out of the games of the Raven and the story of humankind. Whether they found their way back to the shell, or lived out their lives elsewhere, or perished in the strange environment in which they found themselves, nobody remembers, and perhaps nobody cares. They had played their roles and gone their way.
Meanwhile the chitons had made their way back to the rock, where they attached themselves as before. But they too had been changed. As high tide followed low and the great storms of winter gave way to the softer rains and warm sun of spring, the chitons grew and grew, many times larger than their kind had ever been before. Their jointed shells seemed about to fly apart from the enormous pressure within them. And one day a huge wave swept over the rock, tore them from their footholds and carried them back to the beach. As the water receded and the warm sun dried the sand, a great stirring began among the chitons. From each emerged a brown skinned, black-haired human. This time there were both males and females among them, and the Raven could begin his greatest game: the one that still goes on.
They were no timid shell-dwellers these, but children of the wild coast, born between the sea and land, challenging the strength of the stormy North Pacific and wresting from it rich livelihood. Their descendants built on its beaches the strong, beautiful homes of the Haidas and embellished them with the powerful heraldic carvings that told of the legendary beginnings of great families, all the heros and heroines and the gallant beasts and monsters who shaped their world and their destinies. For many generations they grew and flourished, built and created, fought and destroyed, living according to the changing seasons and the unchanging rituals of their rich and complex lives.
It's nearly over now. Most of the villages are abandoned, and those which have not entirely vanished lie in ruins. The people who remain are changed. The sea has lost much of its richness, and great areas of land itself lie in waste. Perhaps it's time the Raven started looking for another clamshell.