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Window cleaning the building that Houses the Open Eye Photo Gallery in Liverpool, which is situated at Mann Island, at the Pier Head.
Die Störche sind flügge, Mama kommt nur noch zum Aufräumen.
The storks are fledglings, mum just comes to clean up.
A little Crimson Rosella cleaning and preening. Testing Rob's DA*300/4. It's on lone and I forsee many tears when the time to hand it back comes around. Incredible bit of glass.
King Parrot (wiki)
Australian parrot. This is a male one and in my yard. There was a female one very close to him, too.
Turkey Vultures seem to have a "world weary" expression, as if they have seen it all, and there's nothing that can surprise them.
They truly are nature's clean-up crew, and when there is a group circling overhead, it's a good sign there's been a kill.
I read some time ago that in Africa, poachers kill vultures, as they would provide clues to the game wardens that there had been an illegal kill, and that's how they were finding the poachers. The kill of the vultures obviously created a lot of problems, as they are such an important part of the ecosystem.
Photo taken May 18, 2023
In the long and broken night sticky with the bad dreams
You see the faces of the past slowly floating downstream
Like thieves coming in the dark to steal away your halo
And all the briars and the thorns scratching at your window
You say a clean horizon is all that you need
With nothing heavy in your hands, nothing dragging at your feet.
Sometimes you count the cost of everything you’ve been through
And all the wreckage of those lives strewn all around you
And now you have to be careful where you tread
Trying not to remember what you can’t forget
I’ve seen you tearing at yourself to shed your skin
And how you cannot stop once you begin
It clings to you again and again
But for that clean horizon you’d do anything
Ah, that clean horizon is always the dream
With nothing heavy in your heart or dragging at your feet
Sullivan(2021)
Another from the magic morning at Crimdon, words by Justin Sullivan.
The (almost) clean paw of Linus. He loves to dig in the dirt and as he doesn't do things by halves he uses all four paws. Sometimes you don't even recognize the original colour if his fur anymore but unlike Fynn Linus spends a lot of time grooming himself and usually doesn't need my help to get clean again.
Was listening to some Depeche Mode...Violator era and the words were grabbing hold tonight:
Now that I'm clean, you know what I mean
I've broken my fall, put an end to it all
I've changed my routine now I'm clean
Laid on the beach, letting the water wash over me and feel clean. A recharging feeling.
What I wouldn't give to have our old mix matched bag of shit power back after too many years of orange. However when they were fresh and clean still they were well worth the chase especially on a day like this. MQT 3389, 3391 and on loan ISRR 3388, a beast of a loco at that, lead one of our tonnage trains south out of white cloud on a rare snow covered code blue day. It may not look like a large train but these trains will put a trio, later on quad and some times a quintet of 40's down to their knees on the hills going south from Baldwin to Grand Rapids. The tonnage graph for DC EMD's says 1 Horse Power per ton but we try to keep the trains at about 1.2 or higher to make sure we don't have to double unless the power goes belly up.
Happy Sliders Sunday :))
Happy Selfie Macro Sunday as well :)
When Mrs. Krach tells me to clean the carpet ... I make sure I get all the details cleaning it!