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Small river of the coasts of armor in Brittany, the chaos of gouet. Large granite rocks form the bed of the river.
Chaos ensues after a flyover by a bald eagle, leading to thousands of sandhill cranes (Antigone canadensis) launching into the sky. The birds flew in patterns reminiscent of a murmuration of starlings, with rapid twists and turns that I didn't think were possible for sandhill cranes.
This flock of cockatoos land in this tree every day - they stop for a rest, make a bunch of noise, then spontaneously take flight when one of them makes the call. I've tried to capture the 'feather explosion' moment a few times now, and today I got it!
The beauty is close to us, it's everywhere. It comes out of chaos, just find it and take a picture of it....
Finally, I'm home. Nice to see a lot of beautiful photos of my friends. Thank you for all the comments and favs.
Another little gem from last year not yet published. I loved the rigid trunk centered among the chaos around it. Rendered in autumnal bronze the way only nature can!
Laying down in the middle of the river on some rocks I was finally able to get the shot. Everything in this picture is chaotic from the water to the trees but I like it.
None of my photos are HDR or blended images, they are taken from just one shot
Sony A900 + Carl Zeiss16-35mm + ND8 filter + reverse GND8 filter
Bolonia, Tarifa (Cádiz - AndalucÃa)
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To sit on a bench, five minutes with you
And look at people pass by endlessly
Talk about old time that's maybe not so far
While squesing in my hand your li'l fingers
And feed stupid pigeons
just as an excuse to scare them
And listen to your lauther
that can crawl walls appart
And especially heal all my wounds
To tell you about what kind of kid I was
Those wonderful candies that we stole at the shop
Liquorice, mints, caramels for one buck
And the Mistral gagnants....