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Trees on a trail at a small creek in Darlington Provincial park , Martin’s photographs , Courtice , Ontario , Canada , July 14. 2022
American Larch trees with beautiful small cones
Tamarack trees with beautiful small cones
Cones
Blooming Dogwood
flowering white dead nettles
Looking down at the front end of my bicycle
Bicycle
Four days after the destructive storm of 21 May 2022
old apple trees with beautiful blossoms
old orchard on the waterfront trail of Lake Ontario
blue sky in Squires beach
July 2022
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apple trees with blossoms
old orchard on the waterfront trail
Old orchard
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tall grasses
the large stone block walls
system to keep the Carp from entering Duffins marsh and creek system
viewed from the bridge across the marsh in Squires beach
Having a nice walk with granny in the woods
Family
Sunset
Shrubs
Oak tree
Trees with blossoms
Trees
Stones
Reflections
Reflection
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Duffins trail
blue sky
cloud cover
yellow Tamarack tree
Tamarack tree
Tamarac
American Larch tree
Beautiful Nettles and it’s flowers
Nettles
Waterfront trail on Lake Ontario
Waterfront trail of Lake Ontario
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Large mushroom
Bird houses
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Discovery bay
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Mouth of Duffins creek marsh
white Deadnetles
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Duffins marsh
Duffins trail
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I have no love for marauding squirrels, they are so destructive to birds, their nests, their eggs and nestlings. But I will admit their 'cute factor' does prompt me to take a photo once in awhile, before banishment.
Despite the destructive and ugly forces of "Burgweid", the winter storm had also its beautiful side. For example the flooded marsh along a river that created nice reflections in the morning fog.
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From ancient times to the present, philosophers have repeatedly emphasized the importance of living a frugal or minimalist life. The ancient Greek philosopher Diogenes said, “True wealth is not in increasing possessions, but in reducing one’s needs.” Mahatma Gandhi pointed to the destructive side of human greed, stating, “The Earth has enough for everyone’s needs, but not enough for everyone’s greed.” From the Buddha to Karl Marx, across the passage of time, many have expressed similar ideas. This minimalist concept in philosophy has greatly influenced the photographer, and its mark is clearly visible in his vision and framing.
The absence of color or the use of minimal composition in framing reflects the photographer’s inclination toward a minimalist approach. The fog, wrapped like a thick winter blanket, creates a serene atmosphere. In this calm and pure dramatic setting, human presence becomes secondary. Before nature, even humanity’s vast achievements become insignificant. That is why the photographer has kept humans and their architectural achievements in the background, framing the scene in a minimalist style. Here, nature is the primary subject—not humans or their constructions.
According to nihilism, or the philosophy of pessimism, human life does not has inherent purpose. Evolutionary theory has shown that humans are an unintended outcome of nature’s evolutionary process. Yet human beings, regarded as the finest of creations, continue to exploit all their knowledge and effort into seeking meaning in life. They establish ever-greater architectural structures upon the bosom of nature. In proving their superiority, they seem to challenge nature itself. Viewing nature as an adversary, humanity gradually distances itself further and further from it.
Visual pollution of the landscape on a huge scale.
Cyprus for many years now embraced the power of the Sun and harnessed it with very inexpensive solutions for getting domestic hot water. Instead of continuing these pioneering works, the government succumbed to external pressures and ruined the landscape with inefficient (German) wind turbines everywhere.
Brexit is beginning to sound quite liberating.
Piece on display at Corning Museum of Glass by Ginny Ruffner depicts lightening as a "creative, rather than a, destructive force."
The rabbits have been terribly destructive to my perennial garden through the years, but we haven't had as many in our backyard as previously. This little bunny has spent the summer here, though, and I have to admit he's pretty cute!
These little fellows are very destructive to you home and other wooden structures... They don't eat the wood but they cut it out and make their nest there and it weakens the boards, etc... I have to have my house treated 4 times a year to keep them out now that I have gotten rid of them...
In case you are interested, this is info about The Carpenter Ant !!
One of the many Parakeets we have locally, this one was living in this tree, whereas a lot of his mates live in peoples roof spaces, and can be quite destructive.
Taken in Ellington Park Ramsgate in 2015, there is now talk of a cull because of their destructiveness and the fact that local birds, apart from seagulls are being driven out.
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You are working so hard, in so many ways, to keep fighting for life. On this day seven years ago, you chose death…and somehow you lived through your own destructive actions. Contrary to what many people may think, and perhaps even fewer may say aloud, maybe this didn’t indicate you were selfish or a failure. Maybe this was the only way you knew to escape the indescribable pain you felt completely trapped within. Maybe you were not the failure—it’s amazing that somehow you managed to succeed at staying alive this long—maybe you were so deeply failed by individuals who should have cared about you, protected you, seen the signs and your pain and taken action to help you when you didn’t have the resources, understanding or knowledge to help yourself. Maybe you believed the message that had been deeply drilled into you: that you would be doing others and the whole world a favor if you were not here. Now you are trying your best to do the incredibly difficult work—which seems unexplainable with words—to keep fighting for life, every moment of each day and each night and in ways that are often “invisible” to others. Now you are fighting—even though you feel you don’t have any strength left for this—to let the light of hope shine upon all your scars. The scars of the places where you have hurt yourself because you believed the messages that you were worthless and in desperation you tried to do something to help numb the pain of the intense, never-ending, life-altering, life-threatening wounds that were mercilessly inflicted on you by others, which left other types of, even deeper, figurative scars within you. There are no words that seem adequate to describe or explain your experience. And while engaging in the healing process, it can feel as though the life-long pain is even deeper and wider than ever before as you do the necessary work—at a pace that is appropriate for you—of uncovering the truth of your experiences, which had to be pushed as far from your memory as possible for the sake of your survival, though these memories are never fully forgotten…the mind, spirit and body do remember. Though you often feel like a complete failure, it truly is amazing how far you have come from where you once used to be. You did the best you could for your whole life, with what resources you had available to you and within you. And in many ways it is so incredible to see the changes within you that have come through the God-given resources, support, work and wisdom of your mind and body. Though it feels impossible and like too much to handle, please do your best to keep fighting for life.
This Groundhog or Woodchuck if you prefer has not put himself to bed for the winter yet! The days are still pretty warm, in the low 70's F but the nights are getting pretty chilly in the 40's and 50's. I am pretty sure he lives up under my evergreen bushes as I see where he comes in and out.
The rabbits have been terribly destructive to my perennial garden through the years, but we haven't had as many in our backyard as previously. This little bunny has spent the summer here, though, and I have to admit he's pretty cute!
Njord – god of the sea. Storm and calm as one, life-giving and destructive like the waves themselves.
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Aftermath of the terrible destructive force of the tornados on April 27, 2011 ~ Tanner AL- we were away in Orlando FL but our storage unit was hit. All we could think was "Thank GOD our family and friends are okay!" All the rest- just stuff!
And how in the WORLD our family and friends got anything salvageable out for us- beyond me! Forever in their debt.
Our thoughts go out to all those with loss of property, and wost of all- loss of family/friends.
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It seems the love I've known
Has always been the most destructive kind
I guess that's why now
I feel so old
Before my time
Yesterday, when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built to last on weak and shifting sand
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
And only now I see how the years ran away
Yesterday, when I was young
So many happy songs were waiting to be sung
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation I can now recall
Concerned itself with me and nothing else at all
Yesterday the moon was blue
And every crazy day brought something new to do
I used my magic age as if it were a wand
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died
The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the play
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
The time has come for me to pay for
Yesterday, when I was young
Songwriters: Charles Aznavour / Fred Ebb
"At times so self destructive
With no intent on moulding
But behind this emotion
My sensible heart
My sensible heart"
Sensible Heart by Colour and City www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuzLiPxrBhs
As horrible and destructive as fire is, it sometimes leaves in its wake something interesting or striking. I found this charred tree trunk to fit that description. Paramount Ranch, after the Woolsey Fire.
The human capacity for destructiveness is a dangerous zone to wander. Finding oneself in awe of watching the world crumble beneath ones feet as the path on which one walks comes to a closing halt. At the end of the road, pure darkness lies ahead and it could overtake one's assumptions. Although one is to face forward, staring into the future, a continual pattern that is read too deeply to which a falsified scenario can conjure feelings of frustration and emptiness of the past. A feeling that can dwell, swelling the mind with discomfort, like good intentions overtaken by a rainy day. An entity that feeds on our dispositions, growing in time only to explode into a raging mess of emotional pain and anguish; yet accompanied by the warmth and compassionate nature of innocent attentiveness.
"Hope is a disposition of the soul to persuade itself that what it desires will come to pass, which is caused by a particular movement of the spirits; namely, by that of mingled joy and desire. Fear is another disposition of the soul, which persuades it that the thing will not come to pass. And it is to be noted that, although these two passions are contrary, one may nonetheless have them both together, that is, when one considers different reasons at the same time, some of which cause one to judge that the fulfillment of one’s desires is a straightforward matter, while others make it seem difficult.
And neither of these passions ever accompanies desire without leaving some room for the other."
Or Woodchuck depending on what part of the country you're from I think. They are very destructive and I remember well the year I spent the whole summer trying to figure different ways to keep one out of the garden! This one, though obviously young was very busy trying to enlarge the opening in my plastic drain spout which is buried in the ground. I actually stepped outside onto the patio to enlighten him how I felt about those proceedings which put me within five feet of the little beastie. He froze for several seconds, long enough for me to click several times and then turned and with a bound of his fat little self he hightailed it back up into the woods. :) In answer to the question "how much wood could a woodchuck chuck"? I don't know because he was chucking plastic!
Anita and I are off adventuring for the first time in weeks and I can't wait to see what there is to see! Have a fabulous rest of the weekend everyone! :)
The Historic Arkaba Woolshed was built in 1856 and was used as a depot shed for the surrounding properties. The original corrugated iron roof is still on the building to this day. Back in the blade shearing days it was a 40 stand shed but now, with electric wide combs, it is a 5 stand shed.
Arkaba is the Aboriginal name of the tribe that inhabited the area. Arkaba means land of abundance.
Arkaba Station was first settled in 1851 by two Doctors from England called the Browne Brothers. They abandoned their medical careers and started buying property in 1843 at Booborowie Station, near Burra in the Mid North of South Australia.
In 1850 W. J. Browne, J. F. Hayward, G. Marchant and an aboriginal guide, explored for more pastoral country to the North. Heavy rain stopped the party just north of Hawker so they had to return to Booborowie Station.
William Chace, a stockman for the Brownes, was sent later in 1850 to further explore the country. It was then that Chace discovered Arkaba, Wilpena and Aroona country. As a result of this, the range north of Hawker was named The Chace Range. The Browne brothers claimed Arkaba, Wilpena and Aroona and engaged Frederick Sinnett, a surveyor from Adelaide, to survey their claims.
Early in 1851 they placed managing partners (Marchant Brothers) in charge, giving each a half share in the properties.
The Great Drought of the 1860s broke many pastoralists. The Brownes however, had the means of surviving but not the managers so the Marchant brothers left Arkaba.
In December 1862 a camel team returned from Cooper's Creek with the remains of Explorers Burke and Wills and camped at Arkaba. John McDouall Stuart also camped at Arkaba on his exploring expeditions.
During the 1890s dingoes posed a great threat for survival as Arkaba was still unfenced. Otto Batholomaeus, the then owner, spent all his money, and borrowed, to erect a vermin proof fence 6 feet high . Paddock after paddock was fenced. Batholomaeus applied for, and was granted, a perpetual lease. The cost of 14 miles of fencing in 1912-1913 was 954 pounds, labour 324 pounds, material plus freight 630 pounds. A man's wage was 30 shillings. After the Batholomaeus family finished fencing, they fought the dingoes, succeeded and Arkaba became a successful venture.
In 1984 the Rasheeds purchased Arkaba Station from the Bartholomaeus family who had been there since the turn of the century.
When the Rasheeds moved to Arkaba in 1984 there was only one road on the property and so destructive were the rabbits that the country looked like a moonscape.
The first major project was to eradicate the vermin by using bulldozers, explosives and chemicals. This project took 14 years and many hundreds of thousand dollars but the result was magnificent and won them 3 Ibis Awards for Pastoral Management. Bushes and trees that had not been seen for many years returned and the carrying capacity of sheep increased from 3000 to 8000. Approximately 10,000 feral goats have been removed from Arkaba during the past 21 years.
Apparatus for Non-Destructive Transmission of Biological Visualisation (ANTBV)
art work on the Esplanade in Redcliffe by artist Russell Anderson.
Happy Fence Friday/ HFF
Medium: Bronze and Stainless steel
The Princess Theatre was Hopkinsville’s first theater dedicated solely to moving pictures. Located on the south side East Ninth Street between Main and Virginia streets, the 600-seat theater opened on November 27, 1911 with the original name of the Photoplay Palace. The Princess closed and reopened a number of times between its first movie in 1911 to its last in 1972. Following a destructive fire in 1942, the structure was rebuilt with the Art Deco facade that graces East Ninth Street to this day (as seen in the photograph above).
This photo was taken in 2013 during my previous Project 365…please visit my album for this “REMASTERED” Project 365 as I revisit each day of 2013 for additional photos to share!!
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D5200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
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Typhoon koppu was the most destructive ever. It has caused 58 lives, not much, but the damage to agricultural land and harvest and landslides were too much for everybody.. Vast towns were flooded and up to now, there are a few towns under water. Today, the sun came up the very first time. I made the shot with my macro lens at Sidcor. Market. My wife could not walk because of her sore right knee.. Thanks to those who view, comment and fave my photo.
Precious, sweet, loving, friendly, bouncy, entitled, stubborn, mischievous, destructive, curious, funny, beautiful, maddening, disobedient, warm, happy, snuggly, large, furry, endlessly fascinating friend.
My surprise gift one year ago.
I wouldn’t trade him for anything.
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once a year the officials of NYC display this tribute light where the World trade center use to stand, the weather is bad .. but that won't stop me from capturing this 1 night opportunity , and the fog actually help illuminate more glow from the city which is really cool.
hope you like it... BETTER VIEWED IN LARGE
Camera: Nikon D700
Exposure: 15 seconds
Aperture: f/11.0
Focal Length: 35 mm
ISO Speed: 200
Crop: False
Tripod: True
Filter: None
Software: Adobe Photoshop CS4 Windows (raw edit @ 16 bit)
1 exposure shot at 14bit NEF file, opened and edited in CS4 raw as a single shot at 16bit sRGB for a less destructive edit.. not HDR processed
abandoned Mill, Bradford, Yorkshire.
Never, ever underestimate the destructive power of teenage boys
Weather can be devastating and destructive...but also stunningly beautiful. Yesterday's chase started southeast of Globe, took us down to exploding storms near Safford and finally to this spot at the Marsh Station overpass where a huge outflow boundary created a big line of cells and one of the most spectacular sunsets I've ever seen. The bolts were in many directions and it was hard to focus on one area. You can go to my FB page Mike Olbinski Photography to see the live video I did from last night to see how it truly looked.
I went to the middle of this overpass where I've been many times...the time-lapse looking straight down Interstate 10 with the sunset explosion and lightning everywhere is gonna be one of my favs from the summer.
Great having my kiddos along, plus teaming up with my buddy John Sirlin....we've had a two solid chase days together this week and seen two gorgeous sunsets along with fantastic lightning
Alien art
My picture above is showing that an alien bird is picking up a leaf.
Development of some aliens from an animal stage to a developed stage ( at tree of life) might take very long time or the expected development might not happen at all if some components don't come together.
The environment, the world they are in, might not be very rich for the development of the aliens, and/or biological development might head in a very different direction. Their "tree of life" might not have proper branches for a progressive development. The tree would be weak, like a tree in a desert.
For a chemical reaction, we have to have specific atoms. We need substances to create other substances. For reactions to happen, we have to have some conditions present at the place where the reaction should happen.
Already developed aliens would be the lucky ones, passing all hurdles. When we consider the existence of billions of stars, planets and a lot of different places within planets in our universe, the probability would be very hight to be lucky for some aliens.
Another issue is that we might not see any alien at all because of the distance between stars and galaxies. Non of us ( we and aliens ) might reach the very high development to create very high technology to fly that far ( the distance between galaxies getting more in each day, expanding universe ) before our universe collapse, before the black holes pull the galaxies, before the stars of the planets explode, before the artificial intelligence takes over ( AI doesn’t need to be conscious and alive, and doesn’t need to have feelings and emotions. it can survive on its own if it is programmed properly ), etc.
Al might be the biggest threat to humans and aliens, it could wipe out them very easily. The creation of very destructive Al is possible when we consider how much hatred there are in our world between nations, races and between the people with different religions.
I know first hand how destructive squirrels can be, especially in an attic, but you have to admire their agility and resourcefulness. I watched this little guy for about ten minutes. He knew I was watching, but went about his business as if he were totally alone.
“Enlightenment is a destructive process. It has nothing to do with becoming better or being happier. Enlightenment is the crumbling away of untruth. It's seeing through the facade of pretence. It's the complete eradication of everything we imagined to be true.”
― Adyashanti
Macro Mondays – My Favourite Novel (Fiction), Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh.
The first novel by Scottish writer Irvine Welsh, Trainspotting was first published in 1993 and takes the form of a collection of short stories, written in either Scots, Scottish English or British English, revolving around various residents of Leith, Edinburgh who either use heroin, are friends of the core group of heroin users, or engage in destructive activities that are implicitly portrayed as addictions that serve the same function as heroin addiction. The novel is set in the late 1980s and has been called "the voice of punk, grown up, grown wiser and grown eloquent".
The novel has since achieved a cult status, added to by the global success of the film based on it, Trainspotting (1996), directed by Danny Boyle.
Barn Owl (Tyto alba) hunting a mouse at a church bell tower in Heredia Costa Rica. A single Barn Owl family can consume 3,000 rodents in a single 4 month breeding cycle, making them one of natures best pest control. Rodenticides on the other hand are expensive, counterproductive and incredibly destructive to wildlife and our shared environment.