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52 weeks in 2016 ... down low ...
... this was quite the challenge ... Drift would nót lie still as I was flat on my belly (not something we're used to haha) and I wanted the shot at f 1.4 for the bokeh and that's kinda difficult if your dog is constantly moving or coming towards you ... but we did it !
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somehow the data was not exported from the new lightroom ...
canon 7D - 50 mm - f 1.4 - 1/1500 - ISO 100
Here she is, my constant companion, my female Japanese Spitz. I couldn't wish for a better friend. Make of her what you wish, I love her and she loves me. Times have changed for me recently, I don't manage to get out much except for our morning walks which sometimes I don't feel like doing at all 😃, but she's worth it and has brought me a lot of joy along the way and many friends too.
Thanks for all your views and comments, faves and just for looking, my Friends.
This portrait was processed in Topaz Studio, PicMonkey and also a bit in Picasa.
I hope you like her !
This nest was right against the wall of my bedroom and there was a constant stream of visitors which didn't appear to bother them in the slightest.
ever changing, constant
rhythmic and random
silence, full of sound
like cold water
soothes my soul
gull cry awakens
saline cleanses
and vastness dwarfs
as I sit and breathe
the hearty air
sometimes I talk
and the waves listen
but mostly the waves talk
while I sit still
and listen
Switzerland, May 2021
My best photos are here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
My latest ANIMAL VIDEO (warning, it's a bit shocking): www.youtube.com/watch?v=4T2-Xszz7FI
You find a selection of my 80 BEST PHOTOS (mostly not yet on Flickr) here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/western-green-lizard-lacerta-bi... (the website exists in ESPAÑOL, FRANÇAIS, ITALIANO, ENGLISH, DEUTSCH)
ABOUT THE PHOTO:
So this photo is a bit of a novelty for me - at least here on Flickr, but it's also a journey back in time in a sense. I've always loved b/w and sepia photography; already as a very young teenager I would go out into the woods with an old Pentax Spotmatic (which I had nicked from my father) whenever it was a foggy day to shoot b/w compositions of sunbeams cutting through the ghostlike trees.
I used films with a sensitivity of at least 1600 (for those of you who remember what that means 😉 ), and the resulting photos had an incredibly fine grain which I loved; I blew them up to the size of posters and hung them on the walls of my teenage man-cave next to Hendrix, Jim Morrison and Slash.
But then I abandoned photography altogether for 20 years, and when I finally picked up a camera again, it was one of the digital kind. Now neither film nor grain played any role in my photographic endeavours - let alone b/w compositions: because the reason I fell in love with shooting pictures once more was the rare and incredibly colorful lizard species that had chosen my garden as its habitat.
It's this species - the Lacerta bilineata aka the western green lizard - that my photo website www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ and also my Flickr gallery are dedicated to, but I've since expanded that theme a bit so that it now comprises the whole Lacerta bilineata habitat, which is to say my garden and its immediate surroundings and all the flora and fauna I find in it.
I like that my gallery and the website have this clear theme, because in order to rise to the challenge of portraying all aspects of a very specific little eco system (which also happens to be my home of sorts), it forces me to constantly explore it from fresh angles, and I keep discovering fascinating new motives as my photographic journey continues.
Which brings me to the horse pasture you see in this photo. This playground for happy horsies lies just outside my garden, and it normally only interests me insofar as my green reptile friends claim parts of it as their territory, and I very much prefer it to be horseless (which it thankfully often is).
Not that the horses bother the reptiles - the lizards don't mind them one bit, and I've even seen them jump from the safety of the fly honeysuckle shrub which the pasture borders on right between the deadly looking hooves of the horses to forage for snails, without any sign of fear or even respect.
No, the reason I have a very conflicted relationship with those horses is that they are mighty cute and that there's usually also foals. The sight of those beautiful, happy animals jumping around and frolicking (it's a huge pasture and you can tell the horses really love it) is irresistible: and that inevitably attracts what in the entire universe is known as the most destructive anti-matter and ultimate undoing of any nature photographer: other humans.
Unlike with the horses, the lizards ARE indeed very much bothered by specimens of loud, unpredictable Homo sapiens sapiens - which makes those (and by extension also the horses) the cryptonite of this here reptile photographer. It's not the horses' fault, I know that, but that doesn't change a thing. I'm just telling you how it is (and some of you might have read about the traumatic events I had to endure to get a particular photo - if not, read at your own risk here: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/51405389883/in/datepo... - which clearly demonstrated that even when it's entirely horseless, that pasture is still a threat for artistic endeavours).
But back to the photo. So one morning during my vacation back in May I got up quite early. It had rained all night, and now the fog was creeping up from the valley below to our village just as the sky cleared up and the morning sun started to shine through the trees.
And just as I did when I was a teenager I grabbed my camera and ran out to photograph this beautiful mood of ghostlike trees and sunbeams cutting through the mist. There had already been such a day a week earlier (which is when I took this photo: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/51543603732/in/datepo... ), but this time, the horses were also there.
Because of our slightly strained relationship I only took this one photo of them (I now wish I had taken more: talk about missed opportunities), and otherwise concentrated on the landscape. It was only later when I went through all the photos on my computer that I realized that I actually really liked those horses, even despite the whole composition being such a cliché. And I realized another thing: when I drained the photo of all the color, I liked it even better - because there was almost a bit of grain in it, like in the photos from my youth.
Since then I have experimented quite a bit with b/w and sepia compositions (some of which I will upload here eventually I guess), but this photo here is the first one that helped me rediscover my old passion. I hope you like it even though it builds quite a stark contrast with the rest of my tiny - and very colorful - gallery. But in the spirit of showing you the whole Lacerta bilineata habitat (and also in the spirit of expanding my gallery a bit beyond lizards and insects), I think it's not such a bad fit.
As always, many greetings to all of you, have a wonderful day and don't hesitate to let me know what you think 😊
Pose: Amitie (edit on the hand)
Hair: Tram @ Collab88
Top Le Fil Casse @ Collab88
Bottom: Vanilla Bae
Shoes: Cult
Even through the darkest phase
Be it thick or thin
Always someone marches brave
Here beneath my skin
And constant craving
Has always been
Maybe a great magnet pulls
All souls towards truth
Or maybe it is life itself
Feeds wisdom
To its youth
Constant craving
Has always been
Small shorebird. Constantly bobs its tail while working edges of streams, ponds, and lakes for invertebrates. Several individuals may be found at the same body of water, but never forms tight flocks. Underparts spotted in summer; plain in winter. Listen for two- or three-noted whistled call as they flush from shorelines. Distinctive wingbeats: snappy and below horizontal. (eBird)
Our first Spotted Sandpiper of the year was not really keen on modeling for us. The log he was perched on bobbed constantly with the motion of the water. With only a tiny window of visibility, it took patience to get a photo without those branches beside him being in front of him :)
Britannia Conservation Area, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. May 2022.
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Photographed in the Cirencester area in the UK, this busy little Whitethroat was constantly collecting insects at an alarming rate for its hungry young.
Even through the darkest phase
Be it thick or thin
Always someone marches brave
Here beneath my skin
And constant (Constant)
Craving (Craving)
Has always (Always)
Been (Been)
Maybe a great magnet pulls
All souls to what's true
Or maybe it is life itself
That feeds wisdom to its youth
Constant (Constant)
Craving (Craving)
Has always (Always)
Been (Been)
Craving
Ah, constant craving
Has always been
Has always been
Constant (Constant)
Craving (Craving)
Has always (Always)
Been (Been)
Constant (Constant)
Craving (Craving)
Has always (Always)
Been (Been)
Craving
Ah, constant craving
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been
(Has always)
Always been
(Has always)
Always been
~EPIC POP | J2 [Feat. Lesley Roy]
Song: Constant Craving
The future of this beautiful old part of Woolwich is still unclear. The cobbled streets alone is surely enough to treasure & protect? Mortgramit square, Woolwich, South East London.
Thank you all for your constant support and love! ♥ It means the world.
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A.
we are all grateful for the dedicated snapper
constantly snappin images
recording our collective histories
moments in time we would forget if not fer da snapper
Thanks, Marian
great work as usual
Dis is how I see you
Listen: constant craving - K.D. Lang (MTV unplugged)
even through the darkest phase
be it thick or thin
always someone marches brave
here beneath my skin
and constant craving
has always been
maybe a great magnet pulls
all souls towards truth
or maybe it is life itself
feeds wisdom to its youth
constant craving
has always been...
Constantly changing, the view from Chicago's Wolf Point is fantastic at early blue hour. The office lights are just becoming visible, but there's still plenty of light --- and the trains are still running frequently enough so you aren't waiting forever between shots.
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💲 check it out:
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A kayaker's dream scene, I had to pinch myself. The water is constantly changing with the light which makes this place quite magical. Earlier in the day I went for a long swim, I was determined not to squeal getting in like some of the old guys I heard. People were looking at me like I was some kind of strange, cold blooded water creature after I dived in without making a sound. The ice cold water isn't easy to embrace but once in, you don't want to get out, so refreshing on a hot day.
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Re-edit of a test of recently acquired Carl Zeiss glass (Exakta mount 50mm f/3.5 Jena Tessar lens) adapted to Nikon Z6.
Image MKZ_1684 copy_DxO.1 copy2
Barbed wire, also known as barb wire, occasionally corrupted as bobbed wire or bob wire, is a type of steel fencing wire constructed with sharp edges or points arranged at intervals along the strands. It is used to construct inexpensive fences and is used atop walls surrounding secured property. It is also a major feature of the fortifications in trench warfare (as a wire obstacle).
Michael Kelly Invented the First Barbed Wire Fencing
The first wire fences (before the invention of the barb) consisted of only one strand of wire, which was constantly broken by the weight of cattle pressing against it.
Michael Kelly made a significant improvement to wire fencing, he twisted two wires together to form a cable for barbs - the first of its kind. Known as the "thorny fence," Michael Kelly's double-strand design made fences stronger, and the painful barbs made cattle keep their distance.
Joseph Glidden Was Considered the King of the Barb.
Joseph Glidden's design made barbed wire more effective, he invented a method for locking the barbs in place, and invented the machinery to mass-produce the wire.
Living patterns of the nomadic Native Americans were radically altered. Further squeezed from lands they had always used, they began calling barbed wire "the Devil's rope."
After its invention, barbed wire was widely used during wars, to protect people and property from unwanted intrusion. Military usage of barbed wire formally dates to 1888, when British military manuals first encouraged its use.
During the Spanish-American War, Teddy Roosevelt's Rough Riders chose to defend their camps with the help of barbed fencing. In turn-of-the-century South Africa, five-strand fences were linked to blockhouses sheltering British troops from the encroachment of Boer commandos. During World War I, barbed wire was used as a military weapon.
Even now, barbed wire is widely used to protect and safeguard military installation, to establish territorial boundaries, and for prisoner confinement.
I found this barbed wire along with the male Blue Dasher Dragonfly perched on it, at a Polk County park along Lake Kissimmee. Polk County, Florida.
Thistles...
The fields are thick with overgrowth, the constant heat and rare rain are a killer for most perennial and annual plants and especially lawns.... but the hardiest and most vigorous growth is always of the weed variety.
though i have to admit some of the wild flowers are stunning and thistles though they be a dangerous plant to tangle with, are among the most beautiful. the flower in its royal regalia and crowned with so many spikes, adorned with thick strong thorns. Is certainly one of the most popular plants to be found on royal crests, coats of arms and on family insignia. .
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River Eden, constantly on the move, creating amazing patterns that last for only a millisecond.
Fascinates me and completely made up for the no show Otters.
Potentential thunder clouds in North Berwick which came to nothing thank goodness. Blustery day with constant dynamic light to confuse us. Lobster on the pier was a glorious lunch :)
Tim Ball has been posting some wonderful film shots of the Torridon area from 1995. I thought I'd post some of mine from 2007. Xpan, Fuji Velvia. The old scans look a little dodgy these days.
Goðafoss waterfall in Northern Iceland.
Arrived at Goðafoss in the late afternoon, a few clouds began to tear. Many visitors and quite a few photographers tried to capture this beautiful fall. It is certainly not the most spectacular or the most powerful of Iceland, but one of the most beautiful. Its harmony astonishes. Divided into two large arms and a small stream in the middle that crosses the basaltic rocks, it inspires peace by its undeniable elegance.
It was not possible to get too close to the fall, the huge clouds of water from the vapors settled on the filters. By their size of 150mm they were constantly envious of drops almost impossible to dry.
Hope to transport you in this atmosphere full of exitation with regard to such forces of nature and desire to make the best shot, thank you for all your comments and support.
Arrivé à Goðafoss en fin d'après-midi, quelques nuages commencaient à se déchirer. Beaucoup des visiteurs et pas mal des photographes essayeient d'immortaliser cette belle chute. Elle n'est certainement pas la plus spectaculaire ou la plus puisante de l'Islande, mais une des plus belles. Sa harmonie étonne. Divisé en deux grands bras et un petit cours d'eau au milieu qui traverse les rochers basaltiques, elle inspire la paix par sa ellegance indéniable.
Il m'était pas possible d'approcher trop de la chute, des enormes nuages d'eau des vapeurs se posaient sur les filtres. Par leurs taille de 150mm ils étaient constament envaie des gouttellettes presque impossibles d'asecher.
Esperons de vous transporter dans cette ambiance pleine d'exitation vis à vis de telles forces de nature et d'envie de faire la meilleure prise je vous remercie pour tous vos commentaires et soutien.
A constant Simple Pleasure of mine. Taking the odds and ends of flowers and making designs with them before I have to throw them out ;o)
Texture: "Textura aguada" by Ana Librillana
My Simple Pleasures set: Simple Pleasures
My Textured set here: Elisa Textured set
Sometimes life surprises you in the nicest way. After a lifetime of having hyperactive small dogs that barked at the slightest noise, I now have a large, gentle dog that basically wags his tail at everyone. The joy he has brought me and the rest of the humans in my family grows every day. Long live Cooper, the wonder dog!
Waves constantly battering the coastline of Portknockie in Morayshire, Scotland, on a very dark and stormy day.
A White-tailed Deer (Odocoileus virginianus) buck is constantly aware of all things in our surrounding habitat as a matter of survival and in matters of reproduction. At this time of the year it is close to the breeding season for these animals and they are tentatively looking for a mate on the National Bison Range near St. Ignatius, Montana, U.S.A.
14 October, 2011.
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i'd like to dedicate this photo to LouLou Hill ~owner and creator of Bauhaus Movement.
She was so very very good to me the other day, helped me with a problem and probably one of the most approachable people i have now met.
Her headphones, have been getting so much attention, people have been constantly asking me where to find them , so i will just say here now.
They are at the Crossroads event have a poke around, you will find them.
Her main store is here:
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CrossRoads here:
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photo shot in Teqi's Lounge , newly rebuilt, very well done ! happy to be a member there !
Busca dentro de ti la solución de todos los problemas,
hasta de aquellos que creas más exteriores y materiales.
Dentro de ti está siempre el secreto; dentro de ti están
todos los secretos.
Aun para abrirte camino en la selva virgen,
aun para levantar un muro, aun para tender un puente,
has de buscar antes, en ti, el secreto.
Dentro de ti hay tendidos ya todos los puentes
Están cortadas dentro de ti las malezas y lianas que
cierran los caminos.
Y sabrás lo esencial de todos los problemas,
y se te enseñará la mejor de todas las fórmulas,
y se te dará la más sólida de las herramientas.
Y acertarás constantemente,
pues que dentro de ti
llevas la luz misteriosa de todos los secretos".
AMADO NERVO
Eurasian Jay (Garrulus glandarius)
My best photos are here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
More TICINO/TESSIN Wildlife Photos (all taken in my garden in Monteggio/Ti, Switzerland): it.lacerta-bilineata.com/ramarro-occidentale-lacerta-bili...
If you're interested, you'll find a more detailed closeup here (it's the 8th photo from the top): www.lacerta-bilineata.com/western-green-lizard-lacerta-bi...
My latest ANIMAL VIDEO (it's very brief but pretty unusual: a tiny wall lizard attacks two young great tits): www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQqkSsyrm7E
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO: MY LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY TO BIRD PHOTOGRAPHY
If you've set yourself the challenge of exclusively shooting the wildlife in your own back yard, you might find - as I did - that bird photography is really, really hard.
It's not that reptiles are easy to photograph either, mind - but at least the ones in my garden stay (for the most part) on the ground, and one can learn how to carefully approach them with a camera. They're also clearly egoists, which from a photographer's point of view is is a great character trait: if a lizard detects a human in its vicinity, it's only interested in saving its own skin, and it won't alarm its buddies.
But birds... oh man. Over the years, my feathered friends and I have developed a lovely routine that now defines our peaceful co-existence. As soon as I as much as open a window (let alone the door), I'm instantly greeted by an eruption of panicky fluttering and hysterical shouts from my garden: "SAVE YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND FLY FOR YOUR LIVES: THE HAIRLESS, PINK MONSTER IS COMING!!! (Yes, I speak bird, and I know that this is exactly what they are shouting 😉).
Needless to say, with the exception of the redstart I already showed here, all my efforts to get the kind of detailed shots I usually strive for with my nature photography ended in complete failure and utter disillusionment. I was ready to give up on stalking the winged misanthropes in my garden altogether, but then winter came - and changed everything.
One day this past January I observed my neighbor Signora P - a kind, elderly Italian lady - putting something on the low garden wall in front of my house. At first I thought she was just putting some treat there for her cat Romeo; the young tom patrols that wall constantly (it's his favorite spot in the garden, and during the warmer months he usually lurks in the thick foliage next to it to prey on lizards).
But once I detected a lot of movement on that wall through my window, I understood she had put a little pile of bread crumbs there; she was feeding the birds who soon arrived in flocks. This was certainly well-intended on my neighbor's part, but her noble action came with a catch, and I'm afraid quite literally.
When I took a stroll through my garden the next day I discovered a suspicious amount of feathers on the ground next to the wall. Romeo had apparently switched from his low-calorie summer diet (lizard) to more energy-rich meals consisting of "fowl" (it was winter after all, so from a nutritionist's point of view this made sense).
I would find fresh traces of Romeo's victims (mostly feathers, but also the odd wing) in my garden over the following days; so my first intuition that my neighbor was feeding her cat hadn't been that far off after all, as Romeo was now clearly being "served" fresh birds on a daily basis. And although the hungry visitors seemed to be aware of the danger and became slightly more prudent, they just couldn't resist the tasty snacks Signora P put on that wall - and neither could Romeo.
It was obvious that I had to act, but talking to my neighbor - who is as stubborn as she is kind - would have been futile, I knew that much. I pondered the matter long and hard - until a light bulb went off in my head. The idea was genius. If successful, what I had in mind would not only increase the birds' chances of surviving Romeo's appetite, but also greatly benefit my own photographic endeavors.
I started to enact my master plan the very next day by buying a giant bag of bird feed (consisting mainly of sunflower seeds) from the store. Then I dragged a huge piece of a tree trunk (approx. 120 cm in height) that we normally chop firewood on in the shed out into the garden and emptied almost half of the bag's content on top of it. Signora P's buffet for birds (and cats) was about to get some serious competition 😊.
My reasoning was as follows: not only would the birds be lured away from the fatally low garden wall to a place where they were safe from the cat - there was nothing around that tree trunk that provided cover for a predator, and the birds had a nice 360° view around it at all times - but I was also able to photograph them while hiding in the shed.
However, in order for my plan to work there was one little extra measure I had to take, and it was one that risked lowering my own life expectancy considerably once the owner of the property - my mom - discovered it. You see, our shed is completely windowless, so if I wanted to use it as a blind, I had no choice but to cut a hole into one of its wooden walls... which I promptly did (I figured all's fair in love - and photography 😉).
Granted, I have absolutely zero carpentering skills, and it showed. That hole was an ugly mess: the shed's wall seemed to have had an encounter with Jack Nicholson's ax-wielding lunatic character from the film 'The Shining'. Needless to say, I was incredibly proud of my work (I mean, come on: there now was a hole where before there wasn't a hole, and it was big enough for the lens of my camera to peek through, so it was mission accomplished as far as I was concerned).
Now all I had to do was wait for the birds to discover the tree trunk. In the meantime I started to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable confrontation with my mom and go through possible explanations for that splintering hole in the wall (it was either gonna be a rabid woodpecker attack or an emergency rescue mission with a feeding tube for a little kid that had accidentally locked himself inside the shed - both seemed valid options, though I slightly preferred the locked-in kid due to the involved drama and heroism 😉).
A whole day went by, and not a single bird visited the sunflower seeds. I had expected that it might take a few hours until the first of the ever curious great tits or blue tits would show up, but given how tiny my garden is, an entire day seemed excessive. Then another day came and went: the birds kept flocking to the bread crumbs on the wall, and my tree trunk kept collecting dust. To add injury to insult, a few fresh feathers on the ground were proof that Romeo was still feasting.
It was incredibly frustrating: I provided my winged guests with a much better view - plus a higher chance of surviving the cuisine - than Signora P's place; I risked (almost) certain death at the hands of my own mother (OK, the act of vandalism on the shed I had committed for my own benefit, but still), yet the birds kept ignoring me.
Then, after three days, just before sunset, I spotted a single blue tit on the tree trunk picking away at the sunflower seeds.
When I got up the next morning I immediately realized that the loud noise that accompanies each and every tit activity had shifted from the wall to the shed. At last the dam had broken: there was a flurry of movement around the tree trunk, and I counted at least 5 different species of birds feasting on the sunflower seeds.
From day 4 onward my plan worked beautifully: the birds now indeed mostly ignored Romeo's "snack wall" and kept to the tree trunk. And yes, I was able to play peeping tom from behind the shed's wall and photograph them!! 😊
Thus, dear readers, I finally managed to produce some acceptable bird photos, and I had even saved my feathered friends from a deadly foe in the process. All through winter and spring I took advantage of my new bird hide, and in late May I started mixing some cherries with the sunflower seeds. The idea was to attract a Eurasian jay (Garrulus glandarius), and as you can see, it worked!
It took me almost three weeks and more than a few tricks to capture that clever fella, but given how long I've been rambling here already, that's a story for another day. As for my mom, she still doesn't know about the hole in the wall, so please don't snitch! 😉.
I hope you like the photo and wish you all a wonderful weekend! Many greetings from Switzerland, and as always: let me know what you think in the comments 🙏 😊 ❤!
P.S. if anyone has their own funny tale about the obstacles we photographers are prepared to overcome for a desired photo, please write it in the comments: I love such stories 😊
This iceberg reminds me of a ramp in a skateboard park. An iceberg’s shape is constantly changing. This shape is unrecognizable from a slightly different angle of the same iceberg, afloat near St. Anthony, Newfoundland and Labrador. This feature plus the fact that iceberg alley even exists is a huge boon to Newfoundland and Labrador these days. Icebergs were a major problem in the past:
“For centuries, this annual iceberg parade was the bane of Newfoundland and Labrador’s cod fishermen, as the hulking mammoths shredded fishing nets and split apart cod boxes while drifting along the coast on their southbound journey.
“Today, people call them majestic,” said Mayor Ernest Simms of St. Anthony…”