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Meet Henry the Hippo
A new residence at the Cincinnati Zoo
Titled, "Who Doesn't enjoy a Waterfall?".
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It just doesn't get any better than this man. I've known Thom now for about 5 months. Over the past couple of months, my interest in and my feelings for him have grown exponentially. I've undeniably fallen deeply in love with him!
Although some of you may be skeptical and say this is moving way too fast, I really don't care, because I can't deny the feelings I have in my heart and in my head for Thom, and I trust him with all my heart when he says he loves me back just the same.
So, I can only hope that my new found friends on here and some of my old friends who I will be adding to my new Flickr page, will be supportive of my new and exciting life to come with Thom.
This cat doesn't have a name yet. Of all the ones that regularly visit my garden (there are about ten of them now) he is definitely the most cheeky and impertinent. He rubs himself on my legs and on those of any other person and demands cuddles but above all food! Then he takes a nap maybe on the roof of my car, as in this case. Finally he goes away as he came. I think he has owners who look for him during the day but only find him in the evening when he comes home. And what do you think?
It doesn't happen often that the dispatcher lets a train through the station while the Zephyr is in it, but on this day the outbound engineer was having a hell of a time with the PTC. After nearly 20 minutes messing around with stuff, the dispatcher decided to let the westbound pass while the engineer played troubleshooter. Moments after this photo was taken, he made a hard reboot of the locomotive with the last-ditch effort to get it working. Sometimes technology doesn't work the way it's intended...
End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take.
J.R.R. Tolkien
It doesn't get much more impressive than the (old) entrance to the Fitzwilliam museum in Cambridge.
This part of the museum is the original, and was built 1837-1843, designed by George Basevi. The museum has seen many later additions, the latest in 2004 and when I visited the museum I entered through its more modern facilities, which did not make quite the same impact and I had to traverse more or less the whole museum to get to this spot. But then again, it is a museum well worth traversing.
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Kneeling doesn’t really come easily to me, I feel a sort of embarrassment. Why? Probably because of the critical, rational, atheistic bit that is part of me as well.
-Etty Hillesum, Etty, The Letters and Diaries of Etty Hillesum (09/24/41)
There is a diffference between hardy and hard. It is often forgotten nowadays.[…] I shall never grow hard nor shall have any need to.
-Etty Hillesum, Etty, The Letters and Diaries of Etty Hillesum (7/28/42)
The name Plain Chachalaca doesn’t invoke images of a very interesting bird, well at least the plain part doesn’t. Chachalaca, on the other hand has to be one of the most fun bird names I know. Admittedly the plumage of these birds is pretty plain and drab but what this species lacks in flashy feathers it makes up for in attitude and raucous vocalizations. We watched a big flock of these “little turkeys” as they impatiently waited for the volunteers to show up with the suet at Bentsen State Park earlier this week. This one almost seemed like a lookout, or at least it did a great job staring me down as I tried to find the ideal spot to wait for a good Green Jay photo. While all the other chachalacas scurried around on the ground this character sat focused on me barely moving for quite some time.
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Ortalis vetula
It doesn't get much better than this.
Can you imagine walking from the parking ground to the forest and looking at the left in order to cross safely?
Can you imagine that you see the sunbeams bursting through the forest?
Surely you understand that I stopped in the middle of the road, took out my camera and tripod and started hitting the button! ;)
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Doesn't the Federal Farm bill help out all these poor farmers?
No. It used to, but ever since its inception just after the Depression, the Federal Farm Bill has slowly been altered by agribusiness lobbyists. It is now largely corporate welfare...It is this, rather than any improved efficiency or productiveness, that has allowed corporations to take over farming in the United States, leaving fewer than a third of our farms still run by families.
But those family-owned farms are the ones more likely to use sustainable techniques, protect the surrounding environment, maintain green spaces, use crop rotations and management for pest and weed controls, and apply fewer chemicals. In other words, they're doing exactly what 80 percent of U.S. consumers say we would prefer to support, while our tax dollars do the opposite.
― Barbara Kingsolver
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The tragedy of our time is that cultural philosophies and market realities are squeezing life's vitality out of most farms. And that is why the average farmer is now 60 years old. Serfdom just doesn't attract the best and brightest.
― Joel Salatin
Doesn't matter where you are in New Zealand every turn brings you headlong into a new idyllic scene of lush tropical green. This one from Maclaren Park - home to a colony of glow worms.
It doesn't get much better than camping beside a wilderness river in the far north, and then being lulled to sleep by the sounds of the water rippling over the rocky river bed. One of the simple joys in life.
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Difficult birds to identify unless they are heard and this one never made a sound. I was thinking Least Flycatcher but the eye ring doesn't seem bold enough.
I wasn't expecting snow when I woke up but was pleasantly surprised. With everything covered in a small layer of snow but with bleak overcast clouds, I decided to go to waterfall glen to see how it looked.
The snow was falling off the branches every seconds and quickly melting off the foreground rocks so I tried to move quickly. As I look outside now, it doesn't even look like it snowed at all.
Waterfall Glen, DuPage County.
Something doesn't quite add up with what's on the roof and what's hiding underneath.
See also: 21 railings.
Rest in peace John le Carré (1931 - 2020).
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Doesn’t it look like fireworks?
Thalictrum is a tall, willowy perennial that produces an abundance of fluffy mauve flowers on glistening black stems during the height of summer.
Meadow Rue is perfect for filling gaps in woodland gardens and shaded borders, particularly as the elegant foliage provides an ideal backdrop for smaller perennials.
The foliage of Thalictrum can be added to summer bouquets for a delicate touch.
Unbelievable, but a member of Ranunculaceae, the buttercup family, its common name is Chinese Meadow Rue.
Gorgeous leafage and pretty flowers, it loves moist but well drained soils.
It has lavender-purple flowers, each small flower is held high and is made up of tiny strands, like downy thistles, giving the plant a hazy, fluffy effect.
The foliage is scalloped and lacy looking.
In my garden, it is next to my Peonies.
So, more flowers from my garden...
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Sounds romantic, doesn't it? Venice..."Bridge of Sighs..." Must be for lovers, right?
Not quite. Actually in the 1600s if you were crossing the Ponte dei Sospiri you were likely going to prison and were having your last look at Venice, at least for a while....
On the left is the Doge's Palace, where judgements were determined, including during the horrific Inquisition period of history. On the right is the New Prison, with the Bridge of Sighs crossing the Rio di Palazzo before it empties into the Venetian Lagoon.
But much of what is said about the Bridge of Sighs is myth, and you can blame Lord Byron for it. The famous British poet popularized the idea that prisoners would sigh at their final view of beautiful Venice through a window before being taken to their doom. Actually the time of inquisitions and summary executions were over by the time the bridge was built in 1600 and the prison was mostly for common criminals.
Having taken the tour of the Doge's Palace (well worth the time and cost of admission), you cannot see much other than the Rio di Palazzo and a portion of the lagoon from the bridge anyway, but hey it is a good story...
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В этот день мы отправились в страну башен и легенд, небольшую, но очень живописную республику Ингушетию, и планировали снимать закат уже на перевале Цей-Лоам. Тогда мы были уверены, что время на дорогу мы выделили с приличным запасом и полностью учли предыдущий опыт довольно частых остановок, чтобы запечатлеть что-нибудь красивое.
Дорога к перевалу, как изящная лента, свивалась среди еще заснеженных гор, простираясь вдоль хребтов и бархатных лугов. Это была не просто асфальтированная трасса, а настоящий аттракцион пейзажей, устоять перед красотой которых было практически невозможно. За каждым поворотом открывались новые, впечатляющие виды: скалистые вершины, вздымающиеся до самых небес, и глубокие долины, которые убаюкивали своим одиночеством. На остановках мы видели, как дикие цветы распустились среди камней, делясь с нами своей жизнерадостностью. Слышали тихий шепот быстро текущего где-то вдали ручья и гул мириад насекомых, как только стихал могучий ветер.
Говорят, что время в такие моменты замирает. Допускаю, что так оно и есть, просто происходит не с каждым и точно не с нами в тот день. Часы неумолимо отсчитывали секунды и у нас оставалось не так много драгоценных минут до момента, когда солнце начнёт погружаться за горизонт. Свет становился мягче и самые высокие пики уже укутывались в пушистые облака, готовясь провести эту ночь с комфортом. Вскоре небо окунулось в золотистые и малиново-розовые оттенки, а случайные облака, попадающие в лучи закатного солнца, отражали невероятную палитру цветов.
Поднявшись на перевал, мы оказались в плотном облаке, одном из многих, которые эти каменные великаны с седыми головами, укладывали подле себя. Ветер, словно старый и уставший пастух, подгонял белые тучки будто зазевавшихся овечек, открывая на мгновенье сияющие вершины. Некогда бушующее пламя заката угасло, оставив после себя лишь тлеющие угли, которые продолжали искриться, словно напоминая о том, что где-то внутри них еще осталось пламя и они просто ждут, чтобы их разожгли снова.
Может быть, я не успел на закат в его строгих рамках времени, но я получил массу впечатлений, оказавшись на одном из самых красивых перевалов Кавказа, и это для меня гораздо важнее. В итоге мы обсудили планы на рассветную съемку, и отправились устраиваться на ночлег.
On this day, we set off to the land of towers and legends, a small yet very picturesque republic of Ingushetia, planning to capture the sunset already at the Tsey-Loam Pass. At that time, we were confident that we had allotted enough time for the journey, fully considering our previous experiences of frequent stops to capture something beautiful.
The road to the pass wounds like a graceful ribbon among the still snow-covered mountains, stretching along ridges and velvet meadows. It was not just an asphalted roadway, but a true attraction of landscapes, difficult to resist the beauty of which. With every turn, new, stunning views unfolded: rocky peaks soaring to the very skies and deep valleys that lulled with their solitude. At our stops, we saw wildflowers blooming among the stones, sharing their cheerfulness with us. We could hear the quiet whisper of a rapidly flowing stream somewhere in the distance and the hum of myriad insects as soon as the mighty wind calmed down.
It’s said that time stands still in such moments. I admit that it may be true, but it doesn't happen to everyone, and certainly not to us that day. The clock relentlessly counted the seconds, and we were left with not many precious minutes until the moment the sun would begin to sink below the horizon. The light was growing softer, and the highest peaks were already wrapped in fluffy clouds, preparing to spend the night in comfort. Soon, the sky was immersed in golden and rose-tinted shades, while the scattered clouds caught in the rays of the setting sun reflected an incredible palette of colors.
Having ascended to the pass, we found ourselves enveloped in a dense cloud, one of many that these stone giants with their silver heads laid beside them. The wind, like an old and weary shepherd, nudged the white clouds as if they were dozing sheep, momentarily revealing the shining peaks. The once-raging flames of the sunset had faded, leaving behind only smoldering embers that continued to sparkle, as if reminding us that somewhere within them, the fire still lingered, simply waiting to be rekindled.
Perhaps I didn’t make it to the sunset within its strict confines of time, but I gained a wealth of impressions by being at one of the most beautiful passes in the Caucasus, and that is far more important to me. In the end, we discussed plans for the dawn shoot and set off to find a place to spend the night.
Sometimes there doesn't need to be anything special about a site or building (like being on the Register of Historic Places) to be worthy of a photograph. Driving by this farm with its great red barn and a field full of beautiful yellow flowers required a stop and the result you see here...most of the time, my photograph subjects are planned, researched, and sought out but others just fall in your lap and you have to seize those moments when you find them!!
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
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Simkha doesn't like to play alone, he always wants to have a companion. Most often he calls Yashka to play, but he also likes to involve me in his games. Yashka doesn't always respond because he has gotten fat and is less playful.
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Today's photo doesn't has to do without water, because the river Alster is about 1 and the Zollkanal is at least half a kilometer away from the Sprinkenhof.
But even without the water reflection and harbor atmosphere, this nine-story building, built in 1925, is an impressive sight. Especially in the evening when the lights come on in the apartments (or offices).
The name “Sprinkenhof” goes back to the fact that in 1384 a blacksmith named Johann Sprink bought a piece of land from the cathedral chapter on which the Sprinkenhof now stands. It's amazing how this can still have an impact 600 years later.
Due to its special construction, the Sprinkenhof has been a UNESCO World Heritage Site since 2015.
Der heutige Foto kommt einmal ohne Wasser aus, denn die Alster ist ca 1 und der Zollkanal zumindest einen halben Kilometer vom Sprinkenhof entfernt.
Doch auch ohne Wasserspiegelung und Hafen Atmosphäre ist dieses 1925 gebaute neunstöckige Gebäude ein beeindruckender Anblick. Vor allem am Abend, wenn in den Wohnungen (oder Büros) die Lichter angehen.
Die Namensgebung „Sprinkenhof“ geht übrigens darauf zurück, dass im Jahr 1384 ein Schmied namens Johann Sprink vom Domkapitel ein Grundstück kaufte, auf dem heute der Sprinkenhof steht. Das ist schon krass, wie sich das 600 Jahre später noch auswirken kann.
Auf Grund seiner besonderen Bauweise gehört der Sprinkenhof seit 2015 zum UNESCO Weltkulturerbe.
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Who doesn’t love a head on pose? The bill and those eyes, I’m not sure which I find more engaging. I was very lucky in my encounter with these birds - typically skittish and out to sea, they became very comfortable with my presence at low tide one late morning with beautiful steel light. Eventually they came close until some idiot in a kayak decided to paddle right beside me and scare them all away. Atleast I got a number of shots of the drakes and a few hen.
Autumn doesn't begin barren and cold.
Decatur (Legacy Park), Georgia, USA.
24 September 2022.
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Doesn't the passion fruit flower looks like an UFO a bit? I think so. I also think this is one of the most interesting and stunning flowers out there.
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Love doesn’t always have to be a shout-from-the-rooftops kind of passion. Sometimes love is simple. Sometimes love is a holy feeling — a quiet moment...
And is those quiet moments in the midst of life that seem to give the rest an extra special meaning.
Oh! Poor Lucky! She doesn’t seem to understand as she mewls piteously after it, that birds generally don’t like to play with cats, and that usually when cats do play with birds, the bird ends up worse off for it. Never mind sweet Lucky, I think it’s time for something to eat, and I know that you never so say no to a decent meal. This is Lucky. She is a very demanding black cat, and she is always mewing for something… loudly! However, I love her so much that with a face like hers, I can refuse her nothing!
The theme for "Looking Close on Friday" for the 24th of May is "cats in black & white". Luckily, this includes felines of the non-real variety, as I have no real animal pets of my own, which is too long and painful a story to go into as to why. I have always loved black cats, and when the theme was announced, Lucky was my immediate thought. Lucky is the lucky Royal Doulton black cat with a white face. She was designed by Charles Noke and was issued between 1932 and 1975. My Lucky is from the pre-war 1932 – 1936 period looking at her green backstamp. I have photographed her against a piece of art paper featuring a print of birds either in a cage or flying free. I have opted for the latter, which I think works quite nicely, and adds a bit of interest to my storytelling shot. I hope that you like my choice for this week’s theme, and that it makes you smile!
Royal Doulton is an English ceramic manufacturing company dating from 1815. Operating originally in Vauxhall, London, later moving to Lambeth, in 1882 it opened a factory in Burslem, Stoke-on-Trent, in the centre of English pottery. From the start the backbone of the business was a wide range of utilitarian wares, mostly stonewares including storage jars, tankards and the like, and later extending to pipes for drains, lavatories and other bathroom ceramics. From 1853 to 1902 its wares were marked Doulton & Co., then from 1902, when a royal warrant was given, Royal Doulton. It always made some more decorative wares, initially still mostly stoneware, and from the 1860s the firm made considerable efforts to get a reputation for design, in which it was largely successful, as one of the first British makers of art pottery. Initially this was done through artistic stonewares made in Lambeth, but in 1882 the firm bought a Burslem factory, which was mainly intended for making bone china tablewares and decorative items. It was a latecomer in this market compared to firms such as Royal Crown Derby, Royal Worcester, Wedgwood, Spode and Mintons, but made a place for itself in the later 19th century. Today Royal Doulton mainly produces tableware and figurines, but also cookware, glassware, and other home accessories such as linens, curtains and lighting. Three of its brands were Royal Doulton, Royal Albert and (after a post-WWII merger) Mintons. Royal Doulton is one of the last great British bone china manufacturers still in existence.
Doesn't need to be anything elaborate. Time together is more than enough for me. Happy Valentine's Day, my love.
If tomorrow's sun doesn't shine
If no creatures stir in the morning time
If the clouds go still in the sky
And the days roll in and pass us by
I will ride your elevator
We'll stay out 'til it is later
If tomorrow's sun doesn't shine
At least I'll have my Clementine
If tomorrow's moon doesn't show
If our dreams go lost in the winter snow
And the flowers wither and die
And the waterfalls go low and dry
Will you meet me in the garden
We'll say 'please' and 'beg your pardon'
If tomorrow's sun doesn' shine
At least I'll have my Clementine
There's a place that nobody knows
There's a packing up of a summer clothes
In the lazy days of my mind
You've always been my Clementine
Clementine
It doesn't seem that long ago when we were looking forward to spring and here we are in autumn. This was taken on a beautiful spring day when the sky was blue! I just love the magnolias in the Arboretum and end up taking way too many photos of them most of which I end up binning because I haven't used them for anything.
Doesn't know the words.
We had at least 10 ruby-throated hummingbirds around the feeders the last two days.
One minute they are feeding nicely then BOOM, they're off.
Archilochus colubris
The Ruby-throated Hummingbird beats its wings about 53 times a second.
Doesn't this look like a mountain with the sea in front?
They're not though, I just found a small puddle and the sunset light did all the rest.
Yoy can even see the sea in the right side, right on top of the "mountains". :)
A woman doesn't shut down because she wants to.
She shuts down because she's exhausted.
From overthinking.
From caring too much.
From repeating herself.
From giving chances.
From trying to explain feelings that were never heard.
She didn't want distance.
She craved connection.
But silence was the only language left that didn't hurt.
And, cat memes for life. 😻