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Great Spotted Woodpecker (Dendrocopos major)
Samen met Kees , Alois en André naar de Boshut in Clinge geweest.
This leaf clinging on to the rock caught my attention during a visit to Wyming Brook, in the Peak District.
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Balls hangin' low while I pop a bottle off a yacht
Chain swangin', cling clang and it cost a lot
Bitch, I'm always after guala, yeah, and you are not
Badass B, keep on goin' 'til you hit the spot, woah
I'm a big bag hunter with the bow
She got a big bad dumper, drop it low
Mama called me and she happy with the growth
Never ever fold for a thottie, that's an oath (yeah, ay)
Just popped a kidney, I bought a million options of the stock
And I stopped doin' the green
Man, I rock arenas, bringin' the peace and I'm bumpin' that Pac
In the car, pretendin' I got all the eyes on me
Got a bad baby and she's independent
Too many people older than me that's seekin' attention
When they warned me 'bout the goofies, man I shoulda listened
And the smell of the money my strangest addiction, uh
She tip for dick
I let her lick
I had to dip
I'm off a 5th
Am I rich now?
I bought a whip
I paint it pink
It drive itself
The fuck you think?
Yeah, I'm rich now
I had no idea until I downloaded this shot that a bug was sitting on one of the berries. This happens to me a lot.
La Piedad es una escultura de 1952 obra de Juan de Ávalos y Taborda ubicada en la entrada de la Basílica de la Santa Cruz del Valle de los Caídos, situada en el valle de Cuelgamuros. La estatua, además de presidir el acceso a la cripta, sirve como penúltima estación del vía crucis que recorre el recinto del valle
La escultura mide aproximadamente seis metros de altura, nueve de anchura y tres de fondo. Con un peso de entre ciento veinte y ciento cincuenta toneladas, la escultura, de color oscuro debido a la piedra que la recubre, muestra a Cristo en brazos de la Virgen, cuyo rostro sereno deja entrever un gran sufrimiento y tristeza por la muerte de su hijo. La Virgen se aferra a la mano sin vida de Cristo muerto y sostiene su cabeza, que cae hacia atrás junto con el cabello, descansando parte del cuerpo en el suelo. Destacan particularmente el torso y el brazo derecho de Cristo, cuya pose es marcadamente naturalista y detallada en lo que respecta a la anatomía humana, contrastando a su vez con los pliegues de la túnica y el velo de la Virgen.
La Piedad is a 1952 sculpture by Juan de Ávalos y Taborda located at the entrance to the Basilica of the Santa Cruz del Valle de los Caídos, located in the Cuelgamuros valley. The statue, in addition to presiding over access to the crypt, serves as the penultimate station of the Via Crucis that runs through the valley area.
The sculpture measures approximately six meters high, nine meters wide and three meters deep. Weighing between one hundred and twenty and one hundred and fifty tons, the sculpture, dark in color due to the stone that covers it, shows Christ in the arms of the Virgin, whose serene face reveals great suffering and sadness for the death of his son. The Virgin clings to the lifeless hand of the dead Christ and supports her head, which falls back along with her hair, resting part of her body on the ground. Particularly noteworthy are the torso and right arm of Christ, whose pose is markedly naturalistic and detailed with regard to human anatomy, contrasting in turn with the folds of the Virgin's tunic and veil.
Cling to each rock
The wind is not on our side
Not on our side
Not on our side
Pull yourself together, it’s not much further
From the top on high
The smoke is finding its way to the sky
Not a place I want to be, not a place I want to be
She sits pale skinned in a fire light
One message to change her mind
One message to change her life forever
One message to change her mind
He climbs over the top no breath, no breath
In his weak sick lungs, she starts to run to the edge
At last it’s over
Cling to each rock
The wind is not on our side
She’s waiting, she's waiting
She’s waiting, she's waiting
She’s waiting, she's waiting
She’s waiting, she's waiting....
Peninnah Aisley, inspired by this photo of her sister, Ivah Aisley.
Interestingly, it was the aftermath of one of my recent storm encounters when I began to conceptualize the lure. My attraction to boundaries is part of it. There's a thrill-seeking component as well. But that is inextricably linked to a creative desire, rather than unadulterated risk taking. Many is the time I wonder if I would even be in whatever situation I find myself absent the camera. Truly I found myself on a completely different life path once I began devoting serious time and effort to photography. I began to see my world differently, but more importantly actually going out and seeing it in reality.
My realization the other day had more to do with the effect an episode such as this storm has on me (need not be a storm, could be just an event, but the storm will serve for this narrative). I recall how I felt when I turned onto this farm road and realized the extent of the storm. All at once, every last mundane thought of the workday vanished. All that mattered in this moment was the immediate environment. My mind switches into 'event' mode as it considers light, shadow, clouds, weather, wind...all of the factors that feed into the process of composing photos while simultaneously maintaining situational awareness, perhaps more accurately phrased situation appreciation. In this case it was the overarching transformation of a tranquil summer evening into an otherworldly view of light and shadow. Exquisite as always to be right in the middle of this.
Later, heading back home, my mind began to decompress. Suddenly I remembered that I needed to tend the recycle bins and take out the trash. And sort some bills. These thoughts and others quickly siphoned off my 'event' mode energy. I need to reengage my normal life but part of me wants to cling to the adventure, to remain in that other world. And then again the story can't be re-lived or recounted until it ends. A real conundrum. Of course a return to normal life is inevitable. I suppose the high energy moments need a counterpoint in order to be truly appreciated. Still a bummer. But even then, in the back of my mind, the memories remain and they are vivid. And there's the photos...
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This image showcases a striking daylily flower in bold shades of fuchsia and gold. The petals are a deep, vibrant magenta hue with ruffled edges, creating a velvety texture. The center of the bloom features prominent stamens in a contrasting golden yellow tone, adding depth and interest. Water droplets delicately cling to the petals, reflecting light and enhancing the flower's radiance. The daylily stands out against a lush backdrop of green foliage, with hints of other blooms visible in the background. The image captures the beauty and intricate details of this eye-catching perennial, inviting viewers to appreciate the vibrant colors and intricate patterns found in nature's floral displays.
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This photograph captures the joyful vibrance of a yellow rose, nestled among a lush expanse of green leaves. The rose's petals are a bright lemon-yellow, exuding warmth and happiness. They unfurl in a delicate spiral, inviting the viewer to admire the intricate architecture of nature's design. The bloom stands out as a splash of sunlight against the darker green of its foliage, with each leaf serving as a natural backdrop that accentuates the flower's cheerful hue. Dewdrops cling to the leaves, hinting at the freshness of the garden and the early hour at which the photo was taken. This image is a celebration of life and light, embodying the optimistic spirit associated with the color yellow and the timeless elegance of roses.
Pileated Woodpecker male
Dryocopus pileatus
A frequent visitor to my back yard.
Grand Traverse County, MI
Orkney
Deerness, from the Old Norse word Dyrnes, is peninsula of Mainland, Orkney. It is about 8 miles south east of Kirkwall. The Brough of Deerness is the site of an early church, dating from the 8th century, near the north eastern tip of the peninsula. You can just see the remains in the grass on the top left of the photo, close up to follow.
The Brough is reached by a quite steep descent onto the beach, followed by a climb up a path which clings to the edge of the cliff, you can see the chain which has been put there as a hand rail to stop you plummeting into the sea below. Not a difficult ascent in the dry weather, but I should imagine a little more tricky during a wet spell.
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A Utah Juniper (Juniperus osteosperma) clings to rock and life with grace surrounded by the Fisher Towers. Cottontail (l) and Echo (r) towers frame Kingfisher tower (middle) rising up behind them, with the base of the Titan on the upper right side of the photo. The towers are popular with climbers, and most routes have bolts installed to protect climbers and rock.
I took this with a Zeiss Loxia 21 mm f2.8 that I got primarily for night shots, but I've found it is tack sharp for any subject and great for certain landscape shots. I thought I would need to focus stack here, but was happy with the f16 version.
We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.
(Quote from the Zhuangzi, an ancient Chinese collection of stories and anecdotes)
Enhanced with touches of textures by Susan Weller, Flypaper and Parée Erica. The birdies have flown in from Cheryl Tarrant.
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'Cause there are things that I've seen I don't believe
So cling to what you know and never let go
You should know things aren't always what they seem
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The tracks of the Denver and Rio Grande western Silverton branch cling to a narrow ledge high above the Rio de Los Animas. On a warm October morning, we find K 36 number 480 ejecting a Vesuvian plume of smoke skyward as rail fans huddle on a narrow outcropping between the thunderous locomotive and the river far below.
Even in late May, patches of winter snow still cling to the mountainsides, this one on the slopes of Derry Cairngorm as I make my way back to Glen Derry. With Loch Etchachan in front, Cairn Gorm, after which this mountain range is named, rises into a patch of sunlight, a rare sight today!
Derry Cairngorm is my first Munro I have bagged this season, my 24th in total, and stands at 1155 meters (3789 feet). This trip sees me covering approximately 20 miles by Bike & Hike and gaining 2682 feet in elevation, after setting off from the Linn of Dee outside Braemar.
Fears cannot cling to you
Nor hold you down
Stay the path
That you find true
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25-30 year old Fujicolor Super G Plus ISO 800 @ 100
On 11x15" Hahnemühle Platinum Rag.
Classic cyanotype sensitizer + vinegar, turmeric, chili flakes and cling film...
And a whole lot of exposure in my UV-light box.
Citric acid and H2O2.
Untoned.
PS borders.
A lone sycamore tree clings precariously to the dramatic and desolate eastern coastline of the island as it falls steeply down into the Irish Sea. A few days ago, my daughter Isla was born and I can’t express how much joy I feel for her arrival. A truly seismic moment that will shape every second of the rest of my life. It would be fair to say it’s been a difficult journey to get to this point with numerous challenges overcome but in a strange way that makes it all the more special. In the years to come I can’t wait to show her the beautiful island she now calls home. Maybe one day I’ll take her to this very tree, sit under its branches and watch the world drift by 🌳 🌍
The rocky coastline just south from Fenella Beach makes for a great (if somewhat vertigo inducing) foreground for capturing Peel Castle. Cold and dreary winter days can easily be turned to your advantage by embracing the conditions with high contrast black and white photos. I captured this with a 5x4 crop, polariser to darken the sea surface down and a drawn out exposure time to capture a little bit of wave movement 🌊
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For the past few summers I have found myself doing some pretty extensive summer camping trips while working at the same time in the greater Northwest. This decision is sometimes by choice, while other times, I don't have much word on where I go working for the railroad. Regardless, I make the best of where I have traveled too. For three summers in a row now, I have found myself in the Deschutes River Canyon of Central Oregon in the absolute hottest time of year. Now while this area is beyond beautiful in my opinion, the train traffic and accessibility sure lacks. Averaging only 3-4 trains in a 24hr period, the Oregon Trunk Subdivision sure makes a challenge for any photographer trying to get a shot that makes his worth while. After several years of attempting, I was finally able to make this shot work at the " twin bridges" where the tracks cross the Deschutes river, into tunnel 2 and back across the river out the other end of the tunnel. With only a few minuets left to spare before shadows took over on the bridge, a Klamath Falls, Oregon to Pasco, Washington extra manifest treks its way through the canyon in the triple digit heat as I cling to a cliff to get a shot that's only doable a few weeks of the year as the sun leaks farther to the Northwest in the early Summer Solstice.
Sherars Bridge Crossing.
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When the heat settles on my skin and the red velvet clings like sin, I slip into adorsy's Summer Outfit—a dangerously seductive little ensemble that teases with every curve, fringe, and sultry swing.
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Dare to wear less. Tempt them with more.
This summer, I don’t just dress to impress—I dress to possess.
INPOA exits Tunnel 10 as they cling to the side of the cliffs on their westward run through the Feather River Canyon.