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A massive vulture with a bullish, naked, square head, a bulky bluish-yellow beak, and wrinkled loose skin (lappets) on the face. Adults have a brown-and-white streaked chest and puffy white leggings, while immatures are all-brown. In flight, the very broad wings, white leggings, and small white lines at the front of the wing are diagnostic. Rare and declining but widespread in open country; found in drier areas than other vultures. Aggressive at kills, dominating proceedings and opening the carcass for other scavengers. (eBird)
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We found this amazing bird beside the carcass of something unidentifiable. This beautiful bird is obviously doing well, based on his glossy plumage and alert gaze.
Queen Elizabeth II National Park, Uganda. February 2017.
Uganda Eco Tours (ecouganda.com)
The old John Marshall residence, circa 1812, Old Shawneetown Illinois. The first bank of the Illinois Territory was chartered here in 1816. The old stone and brick chimney in the yard bears testimony to another early structure that was probably destroyed by a fire, leaving the fireplace still standing two hundred years later. This had probably been a log structure used to house servants for the big house as they say. This was one of the first points of entry into the Illinois Territory before there was any infrastructure in the future state. Banks would be necessary and crucial for commercial development. John Marshall must have been incredibly bullish on the future prospects of the region to put up a fine house of this sort at such an early date when most settlers were residing in one room log structures. The Ohio River is close by, which served as a superhighway for settlers traveling to the new territory. So important in it’s day, Shawneetown is now mostly an abandonment. Legend has it that a party of businessmen traveled all the way down here from Chicago to see about a lone from the bank but were denied by Mr. Marshall who stated that Chicago was too far away from Shawneetown to ever amount to anything.
This shot I had waited on for a few days, then I realized how I would do this, take out the parking lot, take out the side walks, add grassy field, all in front of the steak house in Broken Arrow. a few other touches to get the look I wanted for this bullish photo.
The Lappet-faced Vulture is a massive bird with a bullish, naked, square head, a bulky bluish-yellow beak, and wrinkled loose skin (lappets) on the face. Adults have a brown-and-white streaked chest and puffy white leggings, while immatures are all-brown.
This was one of several birds seen in Senegal, West Africa.
Magnus, Murdo and Mac had a bit of an axe to grind since Fraser the farmer crushed their testicles and made them into stirks. But this, being Scotland still allowed them to identify as young bulls, although Murdo was talking, even though he didn't have a woman womb, about transitioning into a woman bull (after all it was his right). This did not go down well with his mother who apparently was now a TERF although Murdo, for the life of him, couldn't understand what she had to do with the sodden, well grazed earth he now trampled on. But life out here near Fintry was still pretty good although he and his mates were well looking forward to Friday night, and a pint or two, down at the Fintry Inn. He reckoned all ten of them in his field could get down there, have a good time, and be back by the time before Fraser did his rounds in the morning. If any of them showed any signs of being worse for wear, at least they had no tackle left he could crush as punishment. In other words, they didn't give a bollocks. And that made them bullishly optimistic for the weekend.
Did you wake up this morning with a sense of hope in your heart? I did. I was listening to one of the Sunday talk shows and my favorite economist seemed to have a bullish sense for America in 2012. Good news. This little doe is bounding about with joy in a pristine world and she just seems to symbolize hope to me.
She is pretty large if you've time today.
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New Year Greetings,
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MIke BUllish, This set is dedicated to you my men.
My first try of SLR film camera.
I can feel the power and the true spirit of photography in film.
The Resident Cob Swan Was In a ' Bullish ' Mood This Morning And In Addition To Chasing The Canada Geese (Often) He Also Attempted To ' Bully ' Four Young Coot Chicks (Now a Month Old) Who Just Stayed In The Centre Of The Tree Overhang Moving In Small Circles, Matching Those Made By The Cob Who Circled The Perimeter !
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It’s been a long time since the three of us have gathered. We used to do this at regular intervals, mostly on summer evenings at the coast, but also on the odd Saturday or Sunday during the darker seasons on the rare occasions we were all free. But over the last few years, since before the pandemic, the outings have dried up all but to a trickle. The last one was in August in fact. Maybe it was because we all moved slightly further away from the Falmouth base that we all lived around. Dave lives east of Truro now. That’s almost considered to be in England by many of us whose homes lie west of Chivvy Roundabout. Maybe it was because we each developed our own styles and no longer all stood elbow to elbow on the same patch of sand or grass, taking the same shot, using the same ND filter, with only our varying levels of competence in the editing suite separating our finished results. Dave, a fine art graduate, moved more closely towards abstracts in green spaces, while Lee pursued a minimalist vision, mostly of silhouettes strolling along shorelines through glass extended to three hundred millimetres or more.
For me it always was the epic vistas that caught my attention. As I write this story, I look up at the five large acrylics that fill the wall behind my PC. Big landscapes in every one of them. A pair of cormorants crossing the glowing evening sun at Godrevy (of course – and it’s not even on Flickr yet); incoming surf on the rocks at Trebarwith Strand: A blue and purple long exposure sky at the eastern tip on Madeira and the black church of Budir under that unforgettable pink swirling bank of Icelandic cloud compete for my attention. Along with a shot I took at Botallack last June when the sun set in a peachy glow that coloured the sea and sky before me. All fantastic memories. All big bold stories of sea and sky. All taken last year in fact. I only just realised that. Photographically speaking, 2022 was a vintage year for me.
Not that the absence of company on photography escapades has greatly troubled me. I’m a loner by heart. I love having my own space to sit and think, to take photos or not take them as I gaze out to sea and ponder about something or nothing at all. Ali is a loner as well, and although we remain eternally happy that we each found the one person in the world that seemed to completely understand us and love the effortlessness of each other’s company, we also both recognise the need for the other to have their own space to breathe life in and out. For her it’s unhurried afternoons in the charity shops of Redruth and Camborne or walks with the borrowed dogs on the clifftops of Porthtowan, while for me it’s this. Taking pictures and writing stories about them. Our spaces in life.
But while I’ve very happily continued to head for the coast with my camera alone time and again in recent years, it was quite exciting to have an outing of the Three Happy Snappers to look forward to. That’s what our Whatsapp group is called. After all, it was Dave and Lee who had started to dabble with cameras and then invited me to join the party. What’s more, a location appeared to have been agreed without my involvement, and to my pleasant surprise it was one of my favourite places at the Edge of Eternity. I didn’t even need to drive. Just wait at the appropriate location and Dave would transport us to the west and the lonely precipices above the Crown Mines of Botallack. We’d missed Wednesday and Storm Noa sadly. Check out John Baker’s shot taken here that day and feast your eyes upon those Atlantic beasts about to assault the land. I wish I’d seen that, but other events had taken me away for a few days. Of course, by now the sea and sky were totally benign, with even the predicted two and a half metres of swell looking positively bullish. To add to the challenges, much of the sea was covered with long drifts of milky brown scum, as if Poseidon himself had accidentally tipped a giant cappuccino into the ocean. No colour edits here today then.
Very quickly, three paths diverged. Lee had already vanished in the opposite direction towards Kenidjack and Cape Cornwall, while Dave explored the higher slopes around Botallack. I headed straight across the ledge of doom, still cursing myself at not having had the cojones to do so back in January when enormous blasts of sea spray painted those two old engine houses so liberally. But even a calm sea does rather wonderful things here, as the waves surge towards the rocks, sucking the water from the previous volley towards them and creating all manner of texture in the water. Six stops of light and two seconds of exposure so often produces such pleasing results. For an hour or more I sat here on the rocks watching, contemplating, and zoning out of the world as occasionally I attempted to hit the shutter at the optimum moment.
Even without the brown distractions on the water I think this would have been a black and white conversion. No epic light or colours, just a flat Saturday in spring four hours before sunset. I didn’t think I was much of a fan of black and white as the five epic colour filled vistas on my wall will testify, but recently many of my creations have had a monochrome layer added somewhere along the process. Maybe it’s the conditions that dictate it, or perhaps I’m seeing something that I didn’t before.
And talking of seeing things, have you spotted my brother yet? He’s in the shot, lost in “Dave World” and happy in his own little zone. No cash prizes on offer I’m afraid, but you will at least have the satisfaction of being able to say you saw him first. He didn’t find himself straight away, even though he knew roughly where he was. Whether there will be more “Spot the Dave” episodes to share I cannot say, but do keep watching as we continue in our attempts to revive the group that started nine years ago. You never know, we might have another expedition soon.
On the way home from Viking, Minnesota. All bulls and remarkably mellow. I love the guy on the front right.
Fabulous 'Red Bull' sponsored Sea Vixen FAW.2 G-CVIX - aka XP924 performing at the 2005 RNAS Yeovilton Air Day
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There are some habits that are just so hard to break. I'm sitting on a large pile of shots from Europe and the Pacific Northwest that I am trying desperately to find enough time to work on while trying to keep up with planning for a new semester....but as I glanced out the window, I just couldn't help it. I pulled up the webcam from one of our Southern California beaches and saw high clouds. Then I glanced at Skyfire which was giving the sunset a weak 50 percent and Sunsetwx which was a bit more bullish...and I cracked. I was in the car with my camera bag and tripod within 10 minutes and down at the coast in 40.
I was a bit curious as to whether I could even make it down to this location as the tide was up. I had never tried the hike down there with a tide higher than 3 feet and tonight I was going to hit high tide at 4.6. But as I arrived, the first thing I noticed was that the sea was flatter than anything I had ever seen before. If there WAS any discernible surf, maybe the waves were coming in at a whopping 6 inches. I rolled my eyes thinking back to last December when they were coming in at upwards of 20 feet in Central Oregon.
I made it down to one of my favorite spots plowing through the surf once or twice but only getting wet up to my knee caps. After forcing myself to really look around for some alternate comps (and I definitely tried a few), I noticed that the color on this particular night was lining up with the cave that I have shot from before. The problem with this particular cave is that it's really pretty tiny. I wanted to use my 12 mm Fisheye but my two problems were 1) I wanted to shoot from two inches off of the cave floor and I don't have a tripod that will do that and 2) I had no idea how to focus stack the fisheye as I've never tried it before.
After some thought, I found a small flat bolder to use as a tripod and I experimented with some focus stacking, shooting almost the entire focal range of the fisheye to pull in some detail in the foreground. What you see here is the result of some exposure blending using a luminosity mask and some further blending with the focus stack.
As I stated earlier, this was the highest tide I have been able to shoot at this location and I might try to go a bit higher in the future, albeit not with high surf. I'm fairly certain if I tried a 4.6 foot tide with waves coming in at three feet or higher, I would have gotten nailed pretty hard. I'm still trying to sort out how to estimate where on the beach those waves will fall and what are "safe" conditions when trying to access that spot. Right now I'm working with the idea that the tide level + wave height = a world of trouble if you pick the wrong day. On this particular day, it was almost eery how still the ocean was.
Still not sure what the official limit is to get down there safely. I guess there's only one way to find out! :)
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Wall Street is bullish when it is not bearish on America. ;-) Money can be made during a bearish slide too. I think what is implied with this artwork is that Wall Street’s capital helps build America.
This is The Bull statue, approaching Wall Street. (I did not see a statue of a bear.)
A colourful collection of working traction from 'Harris Old Tyme Fun Fairs' on show at the 2025 Parham Steam Fair
Four AEC Matadors with at the end, a Bedford named 'Grandad'
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Whilst it’s unlikely to find any public objection to attending a flamenco show or admiring Gaudi's architecture, you may find yourself the subject of criticism if you attend a bullfight.
Without a doubt, the bullfighting industry in Spain is one of the most controversial. Fans of the sport and animal rights activists continue to clash over the legitimacy of it as a sport against the welfare of the animals that participate in corrida... Barcelona is one of three Spanish cities that still stages bullfights, along with Madrid and Seville...
I’m not among supporters or opposers of a bullfight, or "corrida de toros", I’m just sharpening my eye and looking around...
Looking at this scene, seams that everyone here is ready for tomorrow’s corrida, even corrida among vechicles: these muleta-colors bikes and strange bullish car. Everyone is ready for competition, even Dali, painted on the window-gard screen of famous bar Mendizabal. But don’t be surprised... You’re here, in Barcelona, where everything is possible...
Much better viewed large.
Explore front page, #15, 06/21/09
The Nuthatch is a very pretty bird and quite distinctive in its plumage which makes it very easy to identify, they have strong bills which they need for removing bark and/or retrieving stored food ie nuts. The Nuthatch is very happy to visit gardens and enjoys the food people put out for the birds, they are also very persistent in ensuring they get as much food as they need by being a little bullish with the other birds around the feeders. They however prefer insects which they collect from tree trunks and branches but in the winter months they conceal surplus nuts in tree bark so they can retrieve them when natural food is scarce, they use their bills to hammer these nuts open. They nest in tree cavities also old Woodpecker nests, they lay between 6 to 8 eggs and it is the female who incubates the eggs and the chicks hatch after about 14 days then both parents feed their chicks and they fledge the nest after about 25 days.
The Nuthatch is a very pretty bird and quite distinctive in its plumage which makes it very easy to identify, they have strong bills which they need for removing bark and/or retrieving stored food ie nuts. The Nuthatch is very happy to visit gardens and enjoys the food people put out for the birds, they are also very persistent in ensuring they get as much food as they need by being a little bullish with the other birds around the feeders. They however prefer insects which they collect from tree trunks and branches but in the winter months they conceal surplus nuts in tree bark so they can retrieve them when natural food is scarce, they use their bills to hammer these nuts open. They nest in tree cavities also old Woodpecker nests, they lay between 6 to 8 eggs and it is the female who incubates the eggs and the chicks hatch after about 14 days then both parents feed their chicks and they fledge the nest after about 25 days.
The American bullfrog (Lithobates catesbeianus or Rana catesbeiana), often simply known as the bullfrog in Canada and the United States, is an amphibious frog, a member of the family Ranidae, or “true frogs”. This frog has an olive green back and sides blotched with brownish markings and a whitish belly spotted with yellow or grey. The upper lip is often bright green and males have yellow throats. It inhabits large, permanent water bodies, such as swamps, ponds, and lakes, where it is usually found along the water's edge. The male bullfrog defends a territory during the breeding season. His call is reminiscent of the roar of a bull, which gives the frog its common name. This frog is native to southern and eastern parts of the United States and Canada, but has been widely introduced across other parts of North, Central and South America, Western Europe, and parts of Asia, and in some areas is regarded as an invasive species. (WIKI)
Explore: 12.14.2008 #123
A group of photography enthusiasts, the Flickristasindios, will have its first photo exhibit entitled "The Indios Experience", on December 15 to 19, 2008 in TriNoMa, Quezon City.
The Indios is an assembly of Filipino Flickr members bonded by their love for life through photowalks and charity works, weekly get-togethers, and most of all, by their serious passion for photographic art. The exhibit will showcase the works of these men and women ranging from the mundane to the surreal, from snapshots of daily life to the unexplored and magical worlds, and everything else in between.
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Fresh off the cam. from the events celebrated a wells international this morning.. Happy Chinese new year to all.. 2009 _ In these hard economic times the OX will protect us all... well maybe because it will be one bullish year.. :-(
The Chinese New Year that is celebrated for about fifteen days is one moment in the year when the whole nation feels united as they can imagine each other's enjoyment. The Chinese New Year gets determined by the Chinese new year calendar and therefore it is sometimes called the Lunar New Year. In 2009, the Chinese Lunar Year Festival would start from 26 th of January.
As every one is aware of its significance, the working people in china can take weeks of holidays so that they can join the company of their near and dear ones and a feast with their family members on the Chinese new year eve or Lunar New Year's Eve.
Although with the changing times and increasing mobility of the people the celebration of Chinese New Year Festival has undergone some changes, everybody still very fervently follow all the customs that their elders have taught them.
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Prise ce matin dans le cadre des festivites pourle nouvel an chinios.. cette annee ce sera au tour du buffle.. Ce qui devrait etre approprie vu l'etat financiers decadents de nos societes.. :-)
Bonne annee du buffle 2009 et un excellent weekend pour tous.. :-)
Have a great OX 2009 and a merry weekend to boot.. :-0
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Walking around Halstead I spotted this modified Rover, very bullish but hiding away in the corner,
The ache in our soul leads us homeward but we are forever hungry in this world .... Quotes by Patricia Bechthold.
Enjoy Your Day Friends :)
bokeh taken the bullish way according to uncle jobie
an imitation
in respect
admiration
appreciation
of papa bullish.
happy birthday.kthanksbye.hihi
Just two leaps out of the chute, everyone looks on as a rider holds on for dear life. I can see why they wear helmets.
I shot this at the annual Pendleton Round-Up. LET'ER BUCK!!
Bullfinch
Irish Name:
Corcrán coille
Scientific name:
Pyrrhula pyrrhula
Bird Family:
Finches
green
Conservation status
Status
Uncommon but widespread resident.
Identification
Named for its characteristic heavy build and thick “bullish” neck, the Bullfinch is a stocky bird. At around 15cm in length they are roughly the same size as a House Sparrow, though often appear much plumper. Their distinctive thick, stubby black bills are the perfect tools both for shearing off tasty flower buds and for crushing tough seeds. Males have a glossy black cap, face, wings and tail, a pale bar on each wing, and striking white rump patch, pencil-grey back and beautiful reddish-rose breast and belly. Females look similar, save that the breast and belly are instead a greyish brown colour. Young birds are browner overall, and lack the black cap. Usually feeds quietly hidden away in a tree or shrub, usually in pairs or small groups.
Voice
A quiet melancholic sounding “peu”, sometimes doubled “peu-peu”. The song is a similar quiet warble.
Diet
Feeds mainly on the buds of native trees (Oak, Cherry, Hawthorn), as well as seeds and berries.
Breeding
Breeds throughout Ireland, usually in hedgerows and deciduous woodland.
Wintering
Widespread, especially in gardens.
Monitored by
Irish Garden Bird Survey.