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A contact mentioned that it had a bit of Trump about it, can't get that image out of my mind now. Thanks Terry :-(
The surrounding of the Combs Lake, a reservoir constructed in 1794 as a feeder for the Peak Forest Canal.
My friend also was also kind enough to give me 5 frames that already has drawn comb. This will save a lot of time, because the bees don't have to work drawing it out. Unfortunately you can't see into the cells which are full of nectar. Looking down at the cells it is shiny and has a "wet" look to it. In the upper left hand side the girls have just started capping some honey. That will be there food reserves during the winter.
60065 "Spirit of Jaguar" curves through the woods at Combs with the 11:53 Ashburys SS - Dowlow Briggs return stone empties.
Comb-crested Jacana
Irediparra gallinacea
September 19th, 2019
Kununurra, Western Australia, Australia
Canon EOS 1D X Mark II
Canon EF 600mm f4L IS II USM lens
Canon EF 1.4x III Extender
A species I absolutely loved spending time with in Kununurra - the fabulous Comb-crested Jacana! Those feet & their lily-walking abilities makes for a wonderful photographic opportunity.
Titled “The James White”.
Fozzie: "I got a job at the factory that makes combs. It's a part-time job, and sometimes it can be a little hair raising. But I did buy my bald friend a comb for his birthday. He said he'll never part with it."
Olympus OM-2N
G-Zuiko Auto-W 28mm f/3.5 (w. orange filter)
Ilford HP5+ (@800asa)
Ilfotec DD-X 1+4 10mins @ 20
These on the southern shore of Buttermere :-)
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Sincere thanks to all who view, comment upon or make a favourite of my shots, for each is a help and pleasure in equal measure. Phil :-)
This picture was merged from 4 hand held shots taken in portrait orientation with the Leica M and the 1,4/35 Distagon in order to get enough angle of view. Green is very intense at Lago Combal as there is a lot of water from the melting glaciers all around there.
Of course she expected to find lots of seashells on the beach…but she NEVER thought she would find a fancy pearl necklace!
These Blythe dolls are Cherry Beach Sunset and Cool Pool Lemonade for “Beach combing”.
Ever since I was small I loved feeling
somebody comb my hair. It made me
go all sleepy and peaceful.
(Sylvia Plath)
Looking close... on Friday! - Made of Wood
(photo by Freya)
Thanks for views, faves and comments! ;-)
In the warm display case of a bakery lived a golden pretzel, proud of its perfect shape and neatly distributed salt. It considered itself indispensable: people pointed at it and chose it without hesitation.
One morning, a caterpillar with big eyes and shaggy, tousled hair like a badly combed cloud crawled to the edge of the display. She looked at the pretzel for a long time with an awkward smile.
“You're so smooth,” she said. “I'm a little prickly and squishy.”
The pretzel laughed mockingly.
“People here love things that are neat and tidy.” Just look at yourself..."
The caterpillar didn't take offense. Every day she came back and told of her dreams: to fly, to see higher, to change without apologizing. The pretzel, initially mocking, began to listen. She discovered that despite her beauty, she remained motionless, destined to disappear as soon as someone chose her.
One morning, the display opened. The pretzel was taken away. The caterpillar, on the other hand, spun its cocoon in the shade of a flour sack. Days later, it became a butterfly, light and colorful, and flew away through the open window.
Moral:
What shines attracts the eye, but what has the courage to change wins the sky.
Don't condemn the disheveled: sometimes it hides wings
Written by ChatGPT
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🐛 Die Brezel und die Raupe
In der warmen Auslage einer Bäckerei lebte eine goldene Brezel, stolz auf ihre perfekte Form und ihr ordentlich verteiltes Salz. Sie hielt sich für unentbehrlich: Man zeigte auf sie, man wählte sie ohne zu zögern.
Eines Morgens kroch eine Raupe mit großen Augen, mit struppigen, zerzausten Haaren wie eine schlecht gekämmte Wolke, bis an den Rand der Auslage. Lange betrachtete sie die Brezel mit einem unbeholfenen Lächeln.
— Du bist so glatt, sagte sie. Ich piekse ein wenig und quille über.
Die Brezel lachte spöttisch.
— Hier liebt man, was ordentlich ist. Sieh dich doch an …
Die Raupe nahm es ihr nicht übel. Jeden Tag kam sie zurück und erzählte von ihren Träumen: zu fliegen, höher zu sehen, sich zu verändern, ohne sich zu entschuldigen. Die Brezel, zunächst spöttisch, begann zuzuhören. Sie entdeckte, dass sie trotz ihrer Schönheit reglos blieb, dazu bestimmt zu verschwinden, sobald man sie auswählte.
Eines Morgens öffnete sich die Auslage. Die Brezel wurde mitgenommen. Die Raupe hingegen spann ihren Kokon im Schatten eines Mehlsacks. Tage später wurde sie zum Schmetterling, leicht und bunt, und flog durch das angelehnte Fenster davon.
Moral:
Was glänzt, zieht den Blick an, doch was den Mut hat, sich zu verändern, gewinnt den Himmel.
Verurteile das Zerzauste nicht: Es verbirgt manchmal Flügel
Geschrieben von ChatGPT
Chlorophina is out enjoying the greens of the garden at dusk. She is looking for any signs of buds on the geranium.
In late May, I transplanted these perennial cranesbill geranium from one garden bed to this one. This one gets more sun and they have adapted well to their new location. No blooms, yet, Maybe next spring.
Blythe a Day - Beach Combing - 7/7/26
Lady Panacea Blythe
Dress - Etsy
In my garden (bearded iris in back and perennial cranesbill geranium on the sides)