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Wikipedia states...Jumping spiders have some of the best vision among arthropods and use it in courtship, hunting, and navigation. Although they normally move unobtrusively and fairly slowly, most species are capable of very agile jumps, notably when hunting, but sometimes in response to sudden threats or crossing long gaps. From MY perspective, jumping spiders might be the most interesting spiders of all. For more information, here's a link: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jumping_spider
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Beautiful, but Moody September……
Last September was quite rainy here in Belgium, though not cold…I decided to walk with my dog that lovely , calm afternoon , around lovely Lake Genval…
A certain moment I entered into the Yachting Club lovely area, and proceeded onto its wooden platforms to take some pictures. It was really so lovely and calm, though cloudy..
right before sunset we found a pride of 18 lions at the edge of the western sector of the Serengeti.
This is the largest of the 2 big males that rule this pride and there were also quite a number of young cubs in this pride.
This is a different pride than the previous lion posts of the western corridor. As mentioned with these posts we saw that other pride with 18 lions 4 or 5 times but there was never an adult male present.
male African Lion
panthera pardus
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A beautiful , but chilly day today ! Time to have a practice with my small glass orb. Problem was it was very bright and difficult to see what I was focusing on ! But this one wasn't too bad .
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“I was going to kiss him, and I was going to regret it. But at that moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care.”
I’m on a quest to photograph the covered bridges in Connecticut. Figured it had to be a few in my part of the state and sure enough this one is really not very far from where I grew up. None of us knew it existed until Google gave us the location. Probably no more than 15 minutes from my parents house. Can’t wait to photograph it with snow.
But unfortunately this was at dusk and very little light. Plus, I would click....he would move....I would follow slowly and quietly, he would move! He had his eye on the fish below! So not the best but since my first...it is my best! lol.
Edensor (pronounced ‘Enzer’) is a small but pretty village situated within the grounds of the Chatsworth House estate in the Peak District National Park.
The original village was recorded in the Domesday Book of 1086, at which time it was located along the River Derwent, where the buildings were visible from Chatsworth House. This view displeased the then Duke of Devonshire, William Cavendish, however, and between 1838 and 1842 the entire village was dismantled. Many of the residents were moved to the nearby Chatsworth villages of Beeley and Pilsley, and the planning and building of a new village, over the brow of a hill and out of sight of Chatsworth House, was managed by the famed architect Sir Joseph Paxton.
Only one of the houses, Park Cottage, was allowed to remain in its original position, reputedly because its elderly tenant at the time did not want to move and the Duke took pity on him.
The village is made up of a charming, slightly eccentric mixture of different house styles, from Tudor to Norman, with Swiss-style cottages and Italian-style villas. Rumour has it that the architect who worked with Paxton to produce the designs for the houses, John Robertson, presented the Duke with a selection of house styles to choose from at a time when he was particularly busy, and the Duke – rather distractedly – chose ‘one of each’.
The original church of St Peter’s dated back to the 12th Century. However, in the mid-19th Century it was rebuilt and expanded for the 7th Duke of Devonshire, and its beautiful spire now dominates the skyline. The churchyard contains a number of graves of the Chatsworth’s Cavendish family, including a memorial to Kathleen Kennedy, sister of the former US president John F Kennedy, who was the wife of William Cavendish, Marquess of Hartington. The churchyard also contains the grave of Sir Joseph Paxton, the famous architect of the Crystal Palace in London.
THE SEEKER
I am in a house, I know it well, but I have never been there before. There is no light, just me. The halls are empty, it is without life, without the things to bring it to life, no pictures, no tables, no chairs. It is a bleak house, dark, shadows, and even the light that seeps through the cracks, is dark. In the middle of the room there is foreboding, it is under the floor. I feel my hair stand on end.
I look to the door, the door, into which one must never go.
I stand and know that I can't run, I can't hide, because the dark of the house, is outside too. And I know it's time to leave, but I find myself walking, walking toward the door, the door that I must never open, as it leads to the room, the room into which one must never go.
I am sweating, I want to call out, I am trying to scream, it's primal, but there is no sound, there is no voice. I am unable to call for help. I try to move my arms, but they are frozen.
I am though the door, the room that vibrates with fear, darkness - something is moving in the secret passage, the secret passage that lies beyond the room. It is a narrow corridor, and I am bending to walk into the passage, and it leads to a room above the house, in the attic, I feel the cold, it is icy, and I fear for my very soul - I feel the negative energy that seeping into my skin. I am trying to shout, trying to leave, trying to turn away, wanting to run. A shape emerges out of the wall, it comes to me, draining all the goodness from me, and I feel terrible fear and dread, I want to fight it, but I am helpless, I am powerless, I can't move, but I know now, I must face it, I must fight for my life, and every fibre in me is screaming - and I remember .
I have been here before, and it is always the same, when the presence comes I wake up screaming and sweating, my pulse is racing. I have been through this many times before, and I am shaking and quaking, but I realize - despite these confrontations - I do not wake up dead, just terrified, and I begin to feel that perhaps, perhaps, these is no danger here. I have spent nights telling myself before I fall asleep that if this dream comes to me again, meet fear with love.
Now I know I was dreaming. I am out of the icy house. I am awake, lying in my bed. I am calmer now, I try to move, but nothing happens. I can't move anything, but I can see my room, and I feel a rising panic, and I feel the icy cold. There is someone standing at the end of my bed, staring at me. I am trying to scream and move my arms, to wake up, nothing happens. I see him standing clearly in my room, he has followed me here .
Now I will need to fight, but I can’t move, and he can, what are the rules in this situation, I am powerless. It is terrifying. Move !, Move !, Run ! Nothing. Then I remember “Do not get angry, that gives it power”. I stop struggling, start to calm down. He isn’t moving or doing anything, he never has, he just stands there.
"Hi", I think to myself.
"Can you hear me" it says in a sweet peaceful voice.
Oh that's great, he isn't even hostile, he’s doing his best not to terrify me and here I am like a wild animal, scared of the unknown, that's just great. He has been coming to talk to me, to give me wisdom -but his presence has seemed so terrifying , that he can’t even talk to me. I guess he has been coming and waiting patiently for me to meet him with love, not anger and fear. Well this is embarrassing.
I didn't expect a dialog, and I am now wanting to wake up. It's not fear this time, this guy had a very calm and gentle voice, but James Bond just climbed through my window and I sensed things were only going to go downhill from here.
Note to self, you got to do something about the quality of your dreams - oh, and thanks for the lesson in love and fear.
PS - The next day, many, many years ago - we went swimming with friends in mountain pools. The river water in Africa is dark and you can’t even see your feet in the water. We swam across a large, deep pool. I jumped into a big pothole at the end of the pool. There was a waterfall crashing into one side of it and the sandy bottom felt soothing on my feet. No one else wanted to jump in, and I realized, I had forgotten to be scared. The dream sequence has never returned.
PPS – Lucid dreaming is common, and trying to wake up during a nightmare is too – the immobility comes from your body preventing you from sleepwalking in response to dream situations – so it can feel disturbing while dreaming, but it is a good self preservation mechanism that is there to protect you from real harm. So the fear is gone and I am happy to dream on. And I work with dreams and treat them as an active state. If something is bugging you, think about it before you sleep, it can help resolve while you are off to never, never land
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I am absent but at the bottom of this absence
There is waiting for myself
And this waiting is another mode of presence
waiting for my return
I am in other objects
I'm on a trip giving a little of my life
To certain trees and certain stones
who have waited many years
They got tired of waiting for me and sat down
I am not and I am
I am absent and I am present on standby
They would want my language to express themselves
And I would like theirs to express them
Here is the mistake, the atrocious mistake
heartbreaking pitiful
I'm getting into these plants
I'm leaving my clothes
My meats are falling
And my skeleton is covered with bark
I am becoming a tree
How many times have I turned into other things...
It is painful and full of tenderness
I could give a shout but the transubstantiation would be frightened
We must be silent, wait in silence
by Vicente Huidobro
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I've often discovered that the smallest things in life are pretty powerful. This small cluster of blossoms were waving about in the breeze, all the while calling attention to themselves. I could almost hear them shouting, 'Take our picture.' I thought I should oblige them.
Sometimes love is just something very fragile, almost did not touch. But who of us feel it, enjoy it, receive it.
Do you want my love forever even a lifetime?
I spent a good hour with this fellow, lots of photos with branches in the way but managed a few I am pretty happy with, more to come.
Genesis is alpha, Apocalypse omega. But Hebrews is the hinge that joins the other two together. Genesis says that we began in a swamp teeming with life, but that something went vastly wrong one evening at dinner. Apocalypse says that the difficulty was finally resolved into something called the Banquet of the Lamb. Hebrews tell how the resolution was accomplished, not in an orchard set in pleasant countryside but in a butcher shop located in the city's center. The World's story from beginning to end pivots upon this resolution, a resolution the faint of heart, the fastidious, and the squeamish find hard to bear.
--Aidan Kavanagh, On Liturgical Theology
A male Wren at close quarters, they might be small but they're definitely mighty when it comes to singing.
Hoping to find some waterfowl to photograph, I headed out to the lake. The birds were not cooperating (as in there were none to be seen).
A half hour later and only a few gulls in the distant sky. I was ready to head home, and then the sun started to set. At least I was able to capture the reflection of the sunlit trees on the water.
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This is long, but I found it fascinating.
30 million years ago a gigantic caldera was formed by the sudden collapse of overlying rock into an underground reservoir of molten rock. The resulting eruptions produced massive amounts of ash and debris which nearly refilled the depression. These deposits hardened into rock.
About a half million years ago flows of basalt lava poured into this area and capped it off. Over time, erosion by the Crooked River has exposed and sculpted the landscape that you see here. Nice work!
Taking this shot personal safety never crossed my mind
And why should it?
But imagine if mother nature had played her cards differently...
Making this brute of a bird twice it's size and us humans half our size!
It'd make this a truly terrifying sight
A common garden bird throughout much of Asia, found in open forests, fields, and parks; introduced to several regions around the world. Often tame and approachable. Brown overall with a rosy breast and a unique white-spotted black nape patch. Plumage shows slight regional variation: western birds have dark centers to wing feathers, lacking in eastern birds. Turtle-doves are larger, have black centers to wing feathers and stripes rather than spots on the neck. Coos loudly and often: “coo-a-roooo”. (eBird)
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A familiar bird to us but welcome nevertheless. We saw or heard this pretty dove most days during our time in Singapore, usually deep in the trees or on the ground.
Lorong Halus Wetland, Singapore. March 2024.
Birding Singapore.
I was happy to find some Painted Ladies on a meadow at the local nature reserve yesterday. They all looked a bit tattered but it was great to see them again as butterflies have been extremely scarce this spring.
There is no world without Verona wall , but purgatory torure hell itsele. Hence banished is banished from the world , end world's exile is death ........
William Shakespeare
Ringing Roger, Peak District, UK
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Possibly my favourite composition at Ringing Roger with the foreground rock creating an 'x'. I've stood here many times perfecting the composition. It felt quite precarious yesterday with the frozen rocks.
These are the best conditions I've had. Often, patchy doesn't work, creating too much contrast. But the hard frost decreased the contrast on the rocks.
I couldn't fit the foreground rock into one frame for the previous upload as I only had 24mm equivalent lens. This is good though as going wider reduces the impact of Loose Hill and the Great Ridge.