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Capturing Rochester is a chance to get out with friends and enjoy their different perspectives on the things that seem so commonplace. New angles, new ideas, and new life.
Lewa Downs
Kenya
East Africa
One minute after the chase scene in my previous image, the two young cheetahs captured their prey. This was a learning experience for them, and their mother did not interfere.
The two young cheetahs were not very experienced in the art of the kill. Once they caught the impala, they did not really know how to deal the death blow. Usually, large cats go for the throat right away in a pursuit, but cheetahs do not do this. Instead, they will first run up to the animal and knock it over; then, they will suffocate their prey by clamping down on the throat. The young cheetahs tried several times to knock the hind legs out from under the impala before it was caught.
Once a cheetah has subdued the prey, it may begin eating it before it is dead. This is to reduce the chances of a scavenger, such as a hyena, or a larger big cat like a lion coming along and robbing the cheetah of the prize it worked so hard to win.
Flash & LED
sferette di polistirolo incollate su filo di ferro a spirale. Rear Sync Flash (flash sulla seconda tendina
Was out in the garden with one of my wee hearts and as i passed this spiders web, I wondered if the heart would get stuck in the web...and it did. Although the spider was none too pleased, more of which later on.
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Parco del Ticino - Sentiero delle Farfalle (Molino d'Isella - PV)
Un Synaema globosum e la sua notevole preda, una Andrena cf. hattorfiana.
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Friendship & Vision emanate at Founders Corner...
Life-size bronze sculptures were unveiled earlier today of Mr Alan Bond and Mr Harunori Takahashi, who shared a vision which became reality... that of Bond University.
Alan Bond, 1987:
'The establishment of Bond University will herald innovation. It will be a practical University. Bond University will set new standards in excellence for other institutions to copy and follow.
'It will be bold and pioneering, resourceful and determined. Its graduates will have demonstrated they are hard workers and will be in demand around the world.
'Bond University will always look and plan for the future - a future where Australia is a partner in business ventures and joint developments throughout the global village.
'Bond University is now in place. Vision has become reality. The way is now - ahead.'
Harunori Takahashi, 1987:
'We are able to join with Australia in the project of Bond University with the highest aspirations and motivation to set new standards of achievement.
'Bond University will offer education in a specialised way to Australia and to other countries, enabling its students to take their place in a world of rapid technological change and equip them to Take advantage of technology to reach out and achieve new goals and new horizons.
'We are honoured to be a partner in a venture which marks an historic new milestone in Japanese-Australian friendship and co-operation.'
A front passes over the Creste Butte area bringing heavy rain over the wild-flower covered terrain. It was nice to finally be able to get out and capture some landscape views.
A few years ago I saw images of the breathe of a bird captured on a cold morning. It became a bucket list image for me. This is about as close as I have come. Winter has been very mild for us and opportunities have been few to see. Red-winged Blackbird in spring mode calling out to the ladies.
He stood on the edge of the world, a lone figure suspended between sky and stone. Before him sprawled New Zealand's Southern Alps, their peaks — Poseidon, Sarpedon, Amphion — rising like silent arguments carved from light and ice. The glacier unfurled its pale tongue, an ancient current arrested mid-sentence, its surface rippled with the memory of motion. The air shimmered, crystalline and unrepentant, a cold clarity that cut to the marrow.
Lake Agnes lay below, a still pool, dark and sharp as polished obsidian. It absorbed the landscape without a ripple, the reflection a perfect inversion—mountains upside down, the sky swallowed by earth. The scene was a paradox: immensity caught in a whisper, time paused on the brink of collapse. He felt the grass brittle beneath his boots, the wind threading through the crevices of his jacket—a touch neither warm nor cruel, merely indifferent.
For three days he had wrestled through the entrails of the land. The rainforest had closed around him with a suffocating lushness, roots coiling like serpents beneath the moss. Streams foamed with a glacial bite, the waters quick and thoughtless, bruising his ankles as he waded through. Thorned thickets tore at his skin with the intimacy of old grudges. He climbed slopes slick with rain, his body folded into painful angles, the horizon always receding. When he reached this place, the fog had been thick enough to erase the contours of the world. His tent had trembled in the night winds, the cold seeping in like an unwelcome thought.
But then dawn came, unburdened and lucid. The veil lifted, and the mountains revealed themselves in their raw articulation. They did not posture or proclaim—they simply were, immutable and unscripted. The glacier’s silence was more profound than any roar; the peaks did not loom so much as exist beyond scale.
Here, in this distilled emptiness, the trivial machinery of the world he had fled seemed absurd. The restless striving, the ceaseless revolutions of ambition and vanity—all of it shrank to the size of a pebble lost in a chasm. There was no wheel here to turn, no circuit to complete. Only the landscape, bare and relentless in its honesty.
He filled his lungs, the air sharp enough to taste. It was an act of quiet rebellion, this deliberate witnessing. In that breath, he found not freedom, but a dissolution of need. The lines between man and mountain wavered, softened by the sheer scale of indifference. If he stayed long enough, perhaps he too would become part of this tableau—his form dissolving into lichen and shadow, his presence no more than a pause in the wilderness’s endless thought.
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I wanted to capture Common Mergansers in flight before the sun got too bright. Unfortunately I only ended up with a series with a less than ideal set of backgrounds. I could change the background to something more natural but I do not like to do that, it kind of feels like cheating. I will think on it more.
Just a few more kestrel images this time of a busy mum about her maternal duties.
Hope you can capture the feel of what we saw albeit happening in a blink of an eye.
Capturing the breathtaking contrast of the Huanglong Scenic Area. The crystal-clear, turquoise travertine pools stand out vividly against the golden hues of the alpine forest in autumn. Snow-capped peaks frame the background of this UNESCO World Heritage site, creating a surreal high-altitude landscape often called the "World of Fairies".