Boundary Markers in the UK
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An corrugated iron fence that angles down at the street end, meeting up with the panel added to cancel the lowered height.
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I walked out beyond the boundaries of the usual spots in Arches and found this beautiful view ... I like it beyond the boundaries.
Arches National Park
LaSal mountain range
Utah, USA
THANK YOU for your visits.
Tumbling boulders provide a rock boundary for the waters of Burbage Brook; an incredibly scenic feature of Sheffield’s Padley Gorge and the Longsaw Estate; Hathersage, Peak District.
NB: It would be a crime as a photographer to visit this place without a camera of any description.
Created using: Topaz Labs, and Topaz Studio
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Happy Fence Friday seems to be a bit of a thing and I honestly have no idea why.
This barbed fence bordered a track near to the campsite at Staffin on the Isle of Skye. Captured while on a campervan holiday in September 2020 as the mists started to fall.
The shot was not entirely hand held - 1/60th at 200mm so I used a monopod and a little bit of lateral image stabilisation, a tool I have always owned but rarely use.
Wishing you all a fantastic weekend of photography. Enjoy!
This is one of my favourite lone tree locations, nr Bentley, Farnham.It sits on this field boundary of 2 levels.
The right is about 3ft higher.
Boundaries can be grave matters, especially when they keep people apart. In this case, the boundary between the physical objects and the sky was quite appealing to my cryptic eye.
Happy Slider's Sunday everyone.
Half Moon Bay CA
I was on my way home from my Antelope Valley outing to see the poppies, but I still wanted one more thing - a sea of Desert Dandelions. They're a real wildflower favorite of mine, a subtle pale yellow, and they could be seen along the highway I was traveling. Of course, I wanted something a tad more picturesque, like maybe a Joshua Tree surrounded by the Desert Dandy. The Joshuas can also be seen along this highway of the Mojave Desert. They are special, since they only occur between 400 and 1,800 m (1,300 and 5,900 ft) elevation, mostly within the boundary of the Mojave. What luck - a spot to pull off the busy highway, and there was my tree in the field of Desert Dandies. The snow-capped San Gabriels in the background were a big bonus, a great way to finish off a successful day trip. If you're wondering about the several blooms in the tree, they're over the hill - typically giant white kinda pineapple shaped blooms. One other note - if you watch the Rose Parade or Rose Bowl in Pasadena on New Years Day and the TV camera cuts to the nearby mountains, these are the ones, from the other side.
I've always been fascinated by the visceral sensation on approach to blind hilltops. It's an offshoot of my attraction to boundary lines. But in this case it adds a layer of uncertainty as to what lies on the other side. Even in cases such as this rural road where I know full well what's on the other side, I still feel that emotional tug. As a child I approached scenes like this with a sense of trepidation. I had an irrational fear at times that there would be a great chasm beyond a blind hilltop. Or a storm-churned ocean, seething with massive waves. Those concepts were scary enough, but greatly magnified by the thought that the unknown thing would suddenly engulf me were I to poke my head over the top. Sort of like a jack-in-the-box...the sudden pop-up was actually scarier than the thing itself. I left most of that anxiety back in childhood. Yet here I am now, decades later, still feeling the pull of blind hilltops. Just can't let some things go (or maybe they can't let go of me). The exhilaration these days seems centered on the approach phase rather than the crossover. I'm comfortable right on the edge.
The fence that marks the boundary of Brush Hill Nature Reserve as seen from the car park at Whiteleaf Cross, contains a treasure trove of scenes as I found before when all was green. I was taken by the green of the ivy against the orange autumn foliage as well as arboreal goings on past the fence line.
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Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Previously unpublished archive shot from April 2019.
It’s quite amazing that—after the devastating and confusing things you’ve experienced—you’ve been able to recognize, learn about and grow in boundaries. It’s also amazing for you to see that healthy boundaries are not selfish but are beautiful, serving a purpose of having healthy relationships with yourself, others and God.
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Another of many images I’ve taken from the passenger seat on a drive home from one of my neurofeedback appointments. I never know how these images will turn out as we’re driving down one of the highways or the interstate we travel. This process of making photos of my surroundings really is helpful and calming for me.
About 30 minutes prior to my last post from Kaw Point. Snowflake crop circles floating down the Missouri River. The wall in the water is actually where the Kansas and Missouri Rivers meet. A boundary/divide of two states in the chilly waters.
Mike D.
Muntjac Deer - Muntiacus reevesi
Doe
Reeves’ muntjac are small, stocky and russet brown in colour in summer and grey/brown in winter. Bucks have short (10 cm) antlers growing from long pedicles. Antlers are usually unbranched but a very short brow tine is occasionally found in old bucks. They also have visible upper canines (tusks) suggesting that they are a primitive species. Muntjac have two pairs of large glands on the face. The upper pair are the frontal glands, whilst the lower glands, below the eyes, are called sub-orbitals. Both glands are used to mark territories and boundaries. They have a ginger forehead with pronounced black lines running up the pedicles in bucks, and a dark diamond shape on does. The haunches are higher than the withers giving a hunched appearance. They have a fairly wide tail, which is held erect when disturbed.
Muntjac were brought from China to Woburn Park in Bedfordshire in the early 20th century. They are now widespread and increasing in number and range. Deliberate releases and escapes from Woburn, Northamptonshire, and Warwickshire led to the establishment of feral populations. Movement and release by humans led to their rapid spread across south and central England and Wales, however, north of the Humber distribution is patchy but reaches close to the Scottish border.
Muntjac like deciduous or coniferous forests, preferably with a diverse understorey. They are also found in scrub and overgrown urban gardens. Unlike other species of deer in Britain, muntjac do not cause significant damage to agricultural or timber crops. However, high densities may prevent coppice regeneration and the loss of some plants of conservation importance, such as primulas. Muntjac trophy hunting has only recently become popular so there is little tradition of muntjac stalking on country and forest estates. The most significant direct economic impact that muntjac have on human interests is in collisions with cars. However, this has welfare as well as economic implications.
In contrast to all other species of deer in Britain, muntjac do not have a defined breeding season (rut). Instead, they breed all year round and the does can conceive again within days of giving birth. Bucks may fight for access to does but remain unusually tolerant of subordinate males within their vicinity.
Does are capable of breeding at seven months old. After a gestation period of seven months, they give birth to a single kid and are ready to mate again within a few days.
Bucks can live up to 16 years and does up to 19 years, but these are exceptional.
Muntjac are generally solitary or found in pairs (doe with kid or buck with doe) although pair-bonding does not occur. Bucks defend small exclusive territories against other bucks whereas does' territories overlap with each other and with several bucks.
They are known as ‘barking deer’ from the repeated loud bark given under a number of circumstances. An alarmed muntjac may scream whereas maternal does and kids squeak.
Muntjac are active throughout the 24-hour period but make more use of open spaces during the hours of darkness in populations subject to frequent disturbance. Peak activity is at dawn and dusk. Long periods are spent ‘lying up’, where the deer lies down to ruminate after feeding.
Easter Sunday at St John the Baptist (Markyate, Hertfordshire). The boundary between the sacred and the profane, between life and death has been removed. Has it?
Fuji X-E2 plus Helios 44M-7 at approx. F11. The gatekeeper used to control the boundary. Making sure that only those could get in who were invited. Keeping out the riff-raff and those who challenged the established order. Things have changed these days. Boundaries are now for sale. So is the gatekeeper's place.
Foggy Morning on the Korana Promenade
Fog in Karlovac is more than a weather condition — it’s a state of mind.
In this quiet, grey morning, a couple slowly dissolves into whiteness, like a thought that still lingers, yet is already leaving.
The Korana promenade becomes a boundary between what is seen and what is felt, between now and what comes next.
Black and white photography here doesn’t seek drama.
It seeks calm. A pause. A breath.
A reminder that even in the densest fog, there is always a path — you just have to start walking.
Karlovac, the city of rivers and fog, has known such stories for centuries.
I merely pressed the shutter.
Maglovito jutro na Koranskoj šetnici
Magla je u Karlovcu više od vremenske pojave — ona je stanje duha.
U tom tihom, sivom jutru, par polako nestaje u bijelini, kao misao koja još traje, ali već odlazi.
Koranska šetnica postaje granica između viđenog i naslućenog, između sada i onoga što dolazi.
Crno-bijela fotografija ovdje ne traži dramatiku.
Ona traži mir. Pauzu. Disanje.
I podsjetnik da i u najgušćoj magli postoji put — samo treba krenuti.
Karlovac, grad rijeka i magle, zna te priče već stoljećima.
Ja sam samo pritisnuo okidač.
Production Diary — “Color Boundaries”
It was a cold, gray morning — no sun, no reflection, just waiting. The wind kept tearing across the pond, breaking every chance of a clean surface. But I knew if the sun broke through even briefly, the colors would come alive.
After half an hour, light finally spilled through the clouds. I watched how the ripples moved, waited for the ducks to glide in, and caught that moment when color, motion, and reflection briefly aligned — the boundaries between red, gold, and green shifting like liquid paint.
“ If someone throws a fit because you set boundaries, it’s just more evidence the boundary is needed.” - unknown.
It is becoming more evident that landowners have to set boundaries to people using their land due to the disrespect some people have for other people’s properties. This pertains equally to hikers, bikers, hunters and snowmobilers. On our hikes on the trails, we have encountered several reroutes, some of them being due to landowners wishes. It is sad to see but I can understand their concerns. So on this Fence Friday, let’s all show respect for other people.