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Pockets of autumn colour still remain in the sheltered corners of many Manx glens. With this shot I positioned the camera in portrait orientation just above the surface of this small river at Tholt-Y-Will. The shapes and textures in the water as its rushed over the foreground rocks really captured by imagination. A duo of waterfalls cascading into the gorge surrounded by the dying shades of autumn made for a effective contrast in the backdrop of the scene 🍂
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Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it's so white as snow
Privately divided by a world so undecided
And there's nowhere to go
In between the cover of another perfect wonder
And it's so white as snow
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed
And there's nowhere to go
Ho!
The Rising Tide by Jason deCaires Taylor which depicted a series of working horses with riders on the banks of the River Thames at Vauxhall in Central London. It was positioned within sight of the Houses of Parliament as part of the 2015 Totally Thames festival, which celebrates the River Thames every September.
The tidal works, which are loosely based on the four horsemen of the Apocalypse, were revealed and partially concealed by the daily ebb and flow of the Thames.
The sculptures symbolise our desire to control natural forces, but their position in a vast body of moving water highlights our inherent fragility. It is intended to provide a disturbing metaphor for rising sea levels, demonstrating how little time we have to act, yet crucially it offers hope as it resets itself each day, offering us the opportunity for change.
One of those strange dawns with no colour to the sky, mists hanging over the water and a longing for a coffee!
I improvised a light box to shoot this. Not my usual dark and moody shot but liked the almost airport x-ray look to this!
HMM!
Owing to the above zero temperature, last night's snow became soft and fluffy and watery, went down with the light rain. Almost 30 minutes before I went out for those shots, it was still snowing with a bit of rain.The water from the melting snow kept on dripping on my head as I was walking under the tree and I had to take my hat off just to cover the lens. After one hour all the snow on the tree branches all melted away like nothing had happened, as the temperature was climbing up to plus six.
The sun was struggling to come out above the pond but had to give up as the clouds was a bit too thick and dense and it appeared to be the kind of smoky sunshine. Luckily I got a bunch of the scenery which will beautifully recall the magic moments! Please press L for better view!
Characterisic behaviour - keeping well hidden within the tree's branches and foliage.
Brown Goshawk, Namadgi, A.C.T.
I keep finding myself returning to places like this. Lonely stretches of rural road that traverse crop fields and farms. These are not pedestrian friendly, nor were they intended to be. If anything, they are decidedly pedestrian hostile. Dangerously narrow, filled with blind hills and curves, and flanked by deep drainage ditches filled with shards of metal and glass. There's really nowhere to walk but on the pavement, so I'm in some degree of risk from the moment I set foot here until I depart. I seldom see anyone here except motorists in passing cars, and I prefer it that way. I sense that anyone walking here poses some level of threat to me. Or at the very least is facing distress of their own. Accident victims; drivers unfortunate enough to breakdown here. Maybe intoxicated drivers, or worse. Ohio is a concealed carry state, so anyone you meet is potentially armed. I hear the sound of distant gunfire as I walk. Sometimes slow and methodical, giving me the impression of target practice. Other times a staccato rapid fire that sounds wildly indiscriminate. Ahead I see the impressions in the roadside sign left by bullets or maybe a blast of buckshot. This hostility visual reinforced by the poison ivy snaking its way up the pole. And then there's the adjacent acres of field corn, millions of dead leaves rustling in the wind. And a sky filled with clouds as rich in texture as the dreary landscape. I feel a nervous energy walking here, as irresistible as it is frightening. The energy I always feel walking boundary lines.
A little composition that I found hidden behind a big old Beech tree while rambling around Savernake Forest,
The Grand Teton's glacial and seasonal snow melt winds it's way down through Cascade Canyonâs rocky gorge and over the Hidden Falls, before making it's way into Jenny Lake.
We found this Juvenile Red-Headed Woodpecker along the Missouri River close to town. For weeks we have been watching Mom & Dad take care of their young. Juvenile birds lack the crimson cap of the adults and have a grayish head instead. Other than that they are the same size as their parents once they fledge (leave) from the nest. Amazing how well they blend into their surroundings.
The arrow-marked babbler lives in social groups of between 3 and 15 birds (six being the average) that defend large territories, with the size of the territory being dependent upon the number of individuals in the group. They feed on insects, spiders and sometimes snails and lizards, as well as fruits. Foraging occurs near the ground, sometimes in association with other babblers or bulbuls. A dry gurgling babble “gra-gra-gra-gra-gra” is given by multiple birds, keeping the group together.
After many dark and cloudy days the sun finally shined through the cloud cover over Oslo. The few buildings and land areas that protruded through the low cloud cover were gilded by warm sunlight for a few short minutes before darkness descended upon the city.
With a wingspan of just 15 mm, this is truly a tiny moth.
Within the family Oecophoridae, commonly known as concealer moths. So called because they are camouflaged, often resembling bird poo.
Possibly Zonopetala decisana as physically similar to the naked eye.
Caterpillars appear to feed on dead wood and lichen.
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January 03, 2015
"Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within." - Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Well, it was too good to last. I should have known seeing grass in January was too good to be true. *Sigh*
And yes, of course, the wind was up so I froze while out shooting today. If it would just snow without the wind, I think winter would be a lot more tolerable.
But on the upside, I finally got my camera back from repairs, and on the downside, no change in how my camera is operating. I guess it'll be going back in the very near future. Such a frustrating process.
Anyway, hope everyone has had a good day.
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- A different take on the often photographed Quiraing Tree, although it is well camouflaged!
The Quiraing is a landslip on the eastern face of Meall na Suiramach, the northernmost summit of the Trotternish Ridge on the Isle of Skye. The whole of the Trotternish Ridge escarpment was formed by a great series of landslips; the Quiraing is the only part of the slip still moving, the road at its base near Flodigarry requires repairs each year
Quiraing (in Gaelic, Cuith-Raing) comes from Old Norse Kvi Rand, which means Round Fold. Within the fold is The Table, an elevated plateau hidden amongst the pillars. It is said that the fold was used to conceal cattle from Viking raiders.
The coat of the klipspringer, yellowish gray to reddish-brown, acts as an efficient camouflage in its rocky habitat; the underbelly is white. Unlike most other antelopes, the klipspringer has a thick and coarse coat with hollow, brittle hairs. The incisors might even get damaged by the hairs while grooming. However, the coat is a significant adaptation that saves the animal during steep falls and provides effective insulation in the extreme climates characteristic of its mountain habitat. A study showed that ticks occur in larger numbers on the underbelly, where the hair is less coarse. The hair often turns erect, especially if the animal is ill or if its temperature increases. Another feature unique to the klipspringer is its gait; it walks on the tips of its cylindrical, blunt hooves. This enhances the grip on the ground, enabling the animal to deftly climb and jump over rocky surfaces.
Info source URL: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Klipspringer
Photo capture date & Location: 2020-02 Bushtime at Mabula
These abandoned warehouses in Briton Ferry, known locally as Wern Works, have been vacant since 2011. The seven-acre site has been home to many businesses since it was first used by High Duty Alloys in the 1950s.
These photographs, taken in June 2016, showcase the building as it stands today.
Inspiration for the framing of the shots came from the 1975 New Topographics exhibition.
A midnight blue 1950 Ford Custom. A perfect choice for running moonshine on the back roads of Anywhere USA.
The moonshine distilleries favorite Rum Runner car during the 1940's and through the mid 50's was a Ford. The flathead V-8 could be souped up! Moonshine Rummers were never flashy vehicles- no chrome pipes, no loud mufflers, no distinctive paint jobs - plain and dark colored cars were the norm .
:Like old thoroughbreds the aging moonshine-hauling cars sit at the ready. Their rear suspensions are still ultra-stiff and ready to conceal the weight of more than 100 gallons of white lightning that the cars would haul out of the foothills to Winston-Salem, Lexington, or other points east.
They wait for loads that will never come from creek-side stills that no longer exist. The customers are gone, too. The moonshine culture is dead—killed not so much by the persistence of law enforcement as by the spread of legal liquor and ABC stores into previously dry Southern states and counties. The backwoods still, an American tradition that predates the founding of the United States, has all but disappeared from the ravines and hollows of the southern Appalachians.
On the brink of its demise, after flourishing since colonial times, the moonshine business went out in a blaze of iconic glory and real-life drama born of its integration into another uniquely American custom—the hot rod. Big loads, fast cars, and tough law all came together in the 1950s and 1960s in a pageant of high-speed chases, roadblocks, wild escapes, crashes—and on rare occasions, gunplay.
Most of the old moonshiners are now up there in years. Call is 65. They could still stir the mash if push came to shove, but making bootleg liquor is some of the hardest work a man can do. Even if the market still existed, they have long since lost the need to bother. But they did quite well for themselves in the underground business, despite the cars that were confiscated, the stills that were blown sky-high, and the pieces of their lives lost to prison terms.
- Rich Chenet
Hot Rod Magazine
This image was taken back in November 2015 and depicts one of the surviving structures of Kennall Vale nature reserve.
Originally the image was taken as a non-infrared, however recently I've been experimenting with false infrared. Hopefully I'll be able to head out soon with the IR camera and capture infrared images.
An infrared image was taken about two years after this one at the same location. Back then I was experimenting with infrared to capture Kennall Vale and similar locations for a project I was doing.
Before unleashing their speed, cheetahs use exceptionally keen eyesight to scan their grassland environment for signs of prey—especially antelope and hares. This big cat is a daylight hunter that benefits from stealthy movement and a distinctive spotted coat that allows it to blend easily into high, dry grasses.
Info source URL: www.nationalgeographic.com/anima…/mammals/c/cheetah/
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Photo capture date & Location: 2018-05 Ngwenya Lodge
Created for Textures for Layers Challenge #81: Concealed Exits
Original photo mine, one Flypaper texture used and the other is mine.