Subtly patterned brown-and-yellow warbler, known for constantly bobbing its tail. Often forages on the ground, unlike most other warblers. Breeding plumage shows a rufous cap. In fall and winter, look for pale eyebrow and dark line through the eye, diffuse streaks on underparts, and bright yellow undertail coverts. Two populations: “Western” is browner overall, brightest on the undertail coverts; “Yellow” is more suffused with yellow overall; they overlap extensively in range, especially during fall migration. Breeds in bogs and clearings in the boreal forest. In migration, found in a variety of open, shrubby habitats. One of the more common warblers wintering in the southern U.S.; also winters in the Caribbean and Yucatan Peninsula. (eBird)

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Came across this "western" Palm Warbler a week or so ago. This is the common sub-species of Palm Warbler in our area. The "yellow" sub-species that I posted about a month ago is the unusual version, with just a tiny breeding population in a local bog.

Britannia Conservation Area, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. May 2023.

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Nature is constantly changing and so are we...

Part of getting through life is accepting, and dealing with, our weaknesses. Which doesn't mean they aren't still a pain in the butt.

Me, I'm over-sensitive to all kinds of sensory input - and input affecting my sensors. For instance, even in August in our constant ocean breezes, I daren't go outside without my ears covered.

This is, of course, a huuuge pain. When everyone else is out in shorts and bathing suits, I'm sweating with a big fleecy band around my head. It sucks, but the alternative (excruciating ear aches) sucks a whole lot worse.

I'm also overly sensitive to noise. And bright light. Especially bright flashing light that hits my eyes unexpectedly. So... imagine how much fun I am as a companion at a rawk show. Normally I take along ear plugs. Last night I forgot.

I guess I was lulled into complacency by the fact that the show was at a theatre. A play house. A place I last attended in my teens, when I saw some Shakespearean production there. So yeah... I went in plugless. And immediately regretted it. Still... I was up for enjoying myself... until the %$(*&$%(&ing light show started.

I can't imagine whose idea it was to flash big spotlights directly into the audience's eyes repeatedly throughout the night. Probably the same wise person who decided a super-bright sign behind the band... illuminated by 10,000 1,000 watt bulbs... was also a very good thing to flash repeatedly in the audience's eyes.

What really amazed me was that no one else seemed bothered. Whereas I was in several sorts of agony all night.

The bright flashing lights. Fuck, man. I thought I was gonna have a seizure or something. I ended up spending most of the night doubled over with my head in my lap, eyes closed, hands clamped over my face. Every time I tried to enjoy actually watching the band... zappo! Unexpected blasts of super-bright white light set off pinball explosions in my brain.

So today is pretty much a write-off. Migraine city, man.

And I HATE HATE HATE that my body is so delicate.

I'm from sturdy peasant stock. Why am I so fragile? Why do things that normal people take in stride disable me?

Sorry for the whining self-pity. Kee-rist. At least I know, without a doubt, that I am now too old for rawk shows. Goodbye youth. Your time has come and gone. From now on I'll just satisfy myself by listening to records at home.

"All things change, nothing is extinguished. There is nothing in the whole world which is permanent. Everything flows onward; all things are brought into being with a changing nature; the ages themselves glide by in constant movement."

- Ovid

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In het tropisch regenwoud leven vele plant- en diersoorten. Het regenwoud is zelfs het soorten rijkste ecosysteem ter wereld, en ook het oudste. Sommige Aziatische wouden zijn meer dan 100 miljoen jaar oud, en stammen daarmee uit de tijd van de dinosauriërs.

De dichte begroeiing en de bijna constante bewolking zorgen ervoor dat de temperatuur niet zo extreem is als bijvoorbeeld in de woestijn: de bomen en wolken houden overdag de felle zon tegen en 's nachts zorgen ze ervoor dat de warmte van de dag niet ontsnapt.

De dichte begroeiing zorgt bovendien voor beschutting, zodat kleinere prooidieren zich goed kunnen verstoppen voor de grotere roofdieren.

Dit natuurlijke gedrag is genetisch geprogrammeerd en kan zelfs in de nagebootste, natuurgetrouwe Tropenhal bestudeerd worden.

Duizenden tropische bomen en planten in de 4.000 m² grote tropenhal in Mondo Verde

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a passion in a world I can't touch. It gives me solace :-)

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Constant is what is inconstant, the only thing that is constant is change....

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Escalofrío constante por dentro.

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There'll be times

When my crimes

Will seem almost unforgivable

I give in to sin

Because you have to make this life livable

But when you think I've had enough

From your sea of love

I'll take more than another riverful

And I'll make it all worthwhile

I'll make your heart smile

Strangelove

Strange highs and strange lows

Strangelove

That's how my love goes

Strangelove

Will you give it to me

Will you take the pain

I will give to you

Again and again

And will you return it

There'll be days

When I stray

I may appear to be

Constantly out of reach

I give in to sin

Because I like to practice what I preach

I'm not trying to say

I'll have it all my way

I'm always willing to learn

When you've got something to teach

And I'll make it all worthwhile

I'll make your heart smile

Pain will you return it

I'll say it again - pain

Pain will you return it

I won't say it again

I give in

Again and again

I give in

Will you give it to be

I give in

I'll say it again

I give in

I give in

Again and again

I give in

That's how my love goes

I give in

I'll say it again

I give in

En algún lugar cerca de Gonder (llegaréis a esta ciudad de los reyes y de los emperadores de Etiopía, avanzando desde el Golfo de Adén en dirección a El Obeid, Tersef, N'Djamena y el lago Chad), encontré a un hombre que caminaba del Norte al Sur. Es, en realidad, la única cosa importante que se puede decir de él: que iba del Norte al Sur. Bueno, también se puede añadir que iba en busca de su hermano.

Estaba descalzo, vestía un pantalón corto lleno de remiendos y, sobre los hombros, algo que en tiempos habría podido llamarse una camisa. Aparte de esto, tenía tres cosas: un bastón de caminante; un trozo de lienzo, que por las mañanas le servía como toalla, en las horas del peor calor, para protegerse la cabeza, y durante el sueño, para taparse; y, también, un receptáculo para agua, de madera y con cierre, que llevaba colgado del hombro. No tenía ningún dinero. Si la gente que encontraba a su paso le daba de comer, comía; si no, hambriento, seguía su viaje. Pero como había pasado hambre toda su vida, no había en ello nada de extraordinario.

Se dirigía al Sur porque tiempo atrás su hermano había partido de casa precisamente en aquella dirección. ¿Cuándo? Hacía mucho. (Hablé con él valiéndome del chofer, que sabía cuatro palabras en inglés y toda referencia al pasado la definía con una única expresión: hace tiempo.) Él también caminaba desde hacía tiempo. Había partido de algún lugar cercano a Keren, en las montañas de Eritrea.

Sabía cómo dirigirse al Sur: por la mañana tenía que ir directamente hacia el sol. Cuando se topaba con alguien, le preguntaba si no conocía a un tal Solomón (el nombre de su hermano). La gente no se extraña al oír semejante pregunta. Toda África se halla en constante movimiento, recorriendo caminos y perdiéndose. Unos huyen de la guerra, otros de la sequía, los de más allá del hambre. Huyen, deambulan, se extravían. El hombre que iba del Norte al Sur no era sino una gota anónima en una de las tantas riadas humanas que inundan los caminos del continente negro, perseguidas por el miedo o la muerte, o guiadas por la esperanza de encontrar un lugar mejor bajo el sol.

¿Por qué quería encontrar a su hermano? ¿Por qué? No comprendía la pregunta. Por una causa obvia, evidente por sí misma, que no necesitaba explicaciones. Se encogió de hombros. A lo mejor lo invadió un sentimiento de lástima por el hombre al que acababa de conocer y el cual, aunque bien vestido, era más pobre que él, porque le faltaba algo importante y preciado.

¿Sabía dónde se encontraba? ¿Que el lugar donde estábamos sentados ya no era Eritrea sino Etiopía, un país diferente? Esbozó la sonrisa del hombre que sabe mucho, en cualquier caso del hombre que sabía una cosa a ciencia cierta: que para él, en África no había fronteras ni países, tan sólo tierra quemada, en la cual un hermano buscaba a otro hermano.

(Ébano, págs. 244 y 245) Ryszard Kapuscinski

"Be slow to fall into friendship; but when thou art in, continue firm and constant." Socrates

Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”

― Lao Tzu

the nice thing with November is a pretty constant supply with low clouds... Hohemark, Taunus IMG_6288-2

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In a world with so many uncertainties one thing remains constant, You. Thank You for being the bestest Daddy. ♥♥♥

🎧 Hear what I feel ► to play 🎧

You got a way with me

Somehow you got me to believe

In everything that I could be

I've gotta say, you really got a way

You got a way it seems

You gave me faith to find my dreams

You'll never know just what that means

Can't you see, you got a way with me

It's in the way you want me

It's in the way you hold me

The way you show me just what love's made of

It's in the way we make love

You got a way with words

You get me smiling even when it hurts

There's no way to measure what your love is worth

I can't believe the way you get through to me

It's in the way you want me

It's in the way you hold me

The way you show me just what love's made of

It's in the way we make love

Oh, how I adore you

Like no one before you

I love you just the way you are

Walking in fog often provides a visual representation of my thought process. My brain constantly brings different topics into view, but in the process lets others slide into the periphery. Most of the time they are all still there, competing for my attention, but all in varying degrees. In fog I respond to the overall loss of clarity, but also the nuance that is created by relative distance. It's this layering effect I find most appealing as more distant objects eventually recede into nothingness...exactly the same as my mind reacts.

Walking outdoors this morning felt otherworldly. I love seeing familiar places rendered as ones I'm visiting for the very first time. A rich dichotomy as the serenity of fog is ripped apart by this visceral reaction. In these moments I invariably come up with camera angles that never would have occurred to me in normal circumstances.

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

has always been...

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.

🎶 JASON MRAZ - BEFORE IT ALL ENDS

It hasn't rained in a hundred days

But the waters still rising in other ways

The world may soon be going down the drain

I just want more time with my baby before it all ends

Yesterday was hot but it was hotter today

I hope tomorrow we can still go out and play

Yeah, the world may soon be going up in flames

I just want more time with my baby before it all ends

Before it all ends

Because a meteor came crashing on our beds

Before it all ends

Because our presidents threw nuclear warheads

Before it all ends

Because the world wide web done swallowed all my friends

I just want more time with my baby before it all ends

Of all that's been not much remains

Yeah the only constant thing is change (constant change)

The world may soon be going down the commode

I just want more time with my baby before we explode

Before it all ends

Because the earth is flat and we all went over the edge

Before it all ends

Because we all got anal probed by aliens

Before it all ends

Because everyone thought that dollars made more sense

I just want more time with my baby before it all ends

Yeah, I just want more time with my baby before it all ends

This is not a joke

I just want more time with my baby before it all ends

consistently,

continually,

you.

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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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Constantly drumming on our wooden power pole looking for a mate. Isle LAKE ALBERTA

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Según el poema épico Ramaiana, Rávana, maldecido por los sabios Kumarás a nacer en la tierra por su insolencia, se hizo rey de los demonios raksasa y de los Asuras, deidades sedientas de poder y en constante guerra. En la lucha con los dioses, el vanara (dios mono) Janumán incendió la ciudad de Lanka, dominada por Rávana; al hacerlo se quemó la cara, las manos y la cola; por eso el Langur Hanumán es considerado sagrado como reencarnación del dios.

Aunque se le puede ver en núcleos urbanos, donde incluso es alimentado, el hábitat natural del langur es la selva y las sabanas arboladas. Vive en grupos jerarquizados de hembras emparentadas con sus crías y un macho semental. Una forma de reforzar los lazos familiares es “despiojarse”. El placer es mutuo: a la que se le eliminan los bichicos porque se sentirá menos molesta y la eliminadora, porque muchas veces se come a los parásitos… No hay que desperdiciar proteínas.

Las hijas de Ravi Shankar junto con Zakir Hussainen a la tabla interpretan este precioso tema.

Anoushka Shankar & Norah Jones – Traces Of You

First picture from a little series with experiments, all including this orange square.

Backdrop from the constantly weekend ruining Mr. V.

(Thank you!)

Parque Nacional Las Tablas de Daimiel, Villarrubia de los Ojos, Ciudad Real, Castilla-La Mancha, España.

El parque nacional de las Tablas de Daimiel es un espacio natural protegido español que protege el humedal homónimo. Se encuentra situado en los términos municipales de Daimiel y Villarrubia de los Ojos, en la provincia de Ciudad Real, comunidad autónoma de Castilla-La Mancha. Es además una zona de especial protección para las aves (ZEPA) y parte de la Reserva de la Biosfera La Mancha Húmeda. Con 192 025 visitantes anualmente (2015), las Tablas de Daimiel es el decimotercer parque nacional más visitado de España.

Las Tablas son uno de los últimos representantes de un ecosistema denominado tablas fluviales que se forman al desbordarse los ríos en sus tramos medios, favorecidos por fenómenos de semiendorreísmo y la escasez de pendientes. El humedal se forma en la confluencia del río Guadiana y su afluente Cigüela y es uno de los ecosistemas acuáticos más importantes de la península ibérica por la variedad y calidad de la fauna y flora que habitan en ella, así como por aquellas aves que la emplean en los pasos migratorios. Las Tablas sirve de refugio a más de 2.000 especies (plantas, aves, insectos, peces, réptiles... ).

Las Tablas son el último representante de un ecosistema denominado tablas fluviales que se forman por los desbordamientos de los ríos en sus tramos medios, favorecidos por fenómenos de semiendorreísmo y por la escasez de pendientes.

El parque cuenta con unos humedales formados a partir de la confluencia del río Guadiana y su afluente Gigüela y es uno de los ecosistemas acuáticos más importantes de España debido a la fauna y flora que habitan en ella. También es importante por el gran número de aves migratorias que pasan por la zona como los ánades y los ánsares.

Las Tablas de Daimiel pueden considerarse, dentro de una clasificación hidrológica-estructural de los humedales, como un "hidrohumedal de recarga"; en teoría, con disposición plurianual de agua superficial, que recarga constantemente el acuífero infrayacente. Aunque en los tiempos actuales, a veces se asemeja más a un "higrohumedal", de recarga temporal.

Las Tablas de Daimiel están formadas por las aguas de dos ríos de diferente naturaleza, lo que las convierte en un ecosistema privilegiado: el agua del río Gigüela que procede de los páramos de Cabrejas en la serranía conquense aporta aguas salobres, mientras que el río Guadiana aporta aguas dulces que surgen de sus ojos aproximadamente a unos 15 km al norte del parque nacional, en el término municipal de Villarrubia de los Ojos.

The Tablas de Daimiel National Park is a protected natural area in Spain that protects the wetland of the same name. It is located in the municipalities of Daimiel and Villarrubia de los Ojos, in the province of Ciudad Real, autonomous community of Castilla-La Mancha. It is also a special protection area for birds (ZEPA) and part of the La Mancha Húmeda Biosphere Reserve. With 192,025 visitors annually (2015), the Tablas de Daimiel is the thirteenth most visited national park in Spain.

The Tablas are one of the last representatives of an ecosystem called river tables that are formed when rivers overflow in their middle sections, favoured by semi-endorrheism phenomena and the lack of slopes. The wetland is formed at the confluence of the Guadiana River and its tributary Cigüela and is one of the most important aquatic ecosystems in the Iberian Peninsula due to the variety and quality of the fauna and flora that inhabit it, as well as the birds that use it for migratory passages. Las Tablas serves as a refuge for more than 2,000 species (plants, birds, insects, fish, reptiles...).

Las Tablas is the last representative of an ecosystem called river tables, which are formed by the overflow of rivers in their middle sections, favoured by semi-endorheism phenomena and by the lack of slopes.

The park has wetlands formed from the confluence of the Guadiana River and its tributary Gigüela and is one of the most important aquatic ecosystems in Spain due to the fauna and flora that inhabit it. It is also important because of the large number of migratory birds that pass through the area, such as ducks and geese.

The Tablas de Daimiel can be considered, within a hydrological-structural classification of wetlands, as a "recharge hydro-wetland"; in theory, with a multi-year supply of surface water, which constantly recharges the underlying aquifer. Although in current times, it is sometimes more similar to a "hygro-wetland", with temporary recharge.

The Tablas de Daimiel are formed by the waters of two rivers of different nature, which makes them a privileged ecosystem: the water of the Gigüela river that comes from the Cabrejas moors in the Cuenca mountain range provides brackish water, while the Guadiana river provides fresh water that emerges from its springs approximately 15 km north of the national park, in the municipality of Villarrubia de los Ojos.

Even in the midst of turbulence, there is always something to hang on to.

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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.

It seems like whenever I visit this part of Walthamstow, there is always a bit of road being dug up, a new crane on the horizon or some other redevelopment in progress.

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Waves constantly battering the coastline of Portknockie in Morayshire, Scotland, on a very dark and stormy day.

Arctic terns in Iceland argue and debate constantly.

Vestmannaeyjar.

Meist ist "man" hinterher Schlau :D Beim photographieren lerne ich immer mehr vorher schlau zu sein :D Deshalb habe ich mich nun [endlich!] mit dem manuellen Weißabgleich beschäftigt. Hatte das schon lange vor mich her geschoben, doch in letzter Zeit war genau dies immer häufiger Anlass zu Frust. Hier habe ich mittels Graukarte manuell einen Weißabgleich eingerichtet und das ist meinem Auge doch wesentlich gefälliger als (mein grundsätzlich guter) AWB.

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…”

Constantly saw interaction between the adults and the adults and chicks

Coup de chance miraculeux pour cette ex-BB 25200 livrée béton, sans doute la dernière dans cette livrée en Roumanie et qui circulait le jour où nous allions sur la seule ligne où ces machines sont susceptibles de rouler.

Normalement censées être définitivement retirées du service en janvier 2023, les ex-BB 25200 roumaines résistent encore étonnamment sur la ligne de plaine entre la raffinerie de Brazi au nord de Bucarest et le port de Constanta. Les Jacquemins y sont exploitées par l'opérateur privé Grup Ferroviar Roman (GFR) et semblent servir de variable d'ajustement à défaut de locomotive moins ancienne disponible. Une poignée de machines sont ainsi maintenues, dans leur état quasi d'origine à leur service à la SNCF. La quasi totalité des survivantes sont vertes ex-Fret SNCF, les livrées béton semblaient alors toutes arrêtées.

Ces machines survivantes sont sorties très occasionnellement et de façon tout à fait aléatoire, parfois de nuit et avec des horaires très variables. D'autant plus aléatoire que le fret ferroviaire roumain est très imprévisible, sans vrais sillons théoriques et avec des arrêts très fréquents en pleine ligne qui peuvent durer de quelques minutes à plusieurs jours.

Dans ces conditions et vu la probabilité de voir une de ces machines en circulation sur nos 3 petits jours de présence dans la région, nous n'avons rien osé espérer pour ces machines. Quelle surprise quand nous avons dépassé par hasard le convoi avec une BB 25150 ex-Fret en pousse et la Jacquemin béton en tête, aperçu sur depuis l'autoroute qui longe la ligne vers Constanta.

La faible vitesse du train nous a par la suite permis de le rattraper plusieurs fois après cette photo avant le milieu de journée et le contre jour qui l'accompagne.

Un train qui semble anachronique en 2023 pour une machine proche des 60 ans, à 2000 kilomètres de son pays d'origine et malgré tout dans son apparence d'époque avec les logos nouille. Cette Jacquemin ex-livrée béton n'étant pas sortie depuis des mois laissait penser qu'il en était fini pour cette livrée