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I sincerely apologize for not paying as much attention to you, my valued flickr friends as I should but life just seems to be taking me in all kinds of directions these days. Lots of traveling, socializing, marriage maintenance, and, of course, photography.
Every now and then I like to dig through old folders and see what I find. Sometimes, I find something that I can't believe I originally passed over.
I took this photo back in the dark ages of film. This was 2004 at Big Bend National Park. I didn't get my first P&S digital until 2009.
Badass windsurfer on the Columbia River by the Hatch, near Hood River OR. I was hoping for a big swell day to see to pros out catching huge air, but no luck. This guy still put on a good show though.
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In 8th notch and down to walking pace, G528 and G543 haul their 40 wagon grain train up Warrenheip Bank in Ballarat as 9156 PN Grain from Manangatang
Quick snap of a digger working on one of the final parts of the once-massive brewery site at Fountainbridge - the brewery once covered several blocks on both side of the road, all long gone now and mostly redeveloped, this being one of the last blocks still being reworked.
The title is - as those of you with little ones may guess - a nod to the children's picture book Dig, Dig, Digging by Margaret Mayo and Alex Ayliffe, all about diggers and other big machines
Meet Reg Deller. I met Reg in the coffee shop where my mum works. He caught my eye as he was extremely cheerful, joking around with the employees, and was extremely well dressed (as he always is apparently). Many people of his age are, they have a lot of respect and discipline, which contrasts greatly with the way myself and most of my generation are. Reg is 85, although my initial enquiry was answered with the standard '21'. :)
Maybe Reg's apparent (or imagined) discipline and tidiness stemmed from the fact that he was in the Ulster Rifles Glider Squadron at a very young age. At 85, Reg must have been 14 at most when World War 2 started. As he fought in France during that conflict, he must have joined almost as soon as he was old enough or before. So in my eyes he must be extremely brave and courageous and also somewhat of a hero.
After the war Reg was a Tunneler, which strikes me as another dangerous job. Basically he was boring holes deep under land and rivers to drive the tunnels for roads and the railways, including the London underground. He was involved in digging the Blackwall road tunnel, about which he told me a story of a lorry being swallowed up, indicating to me how dangerous it could be. He also helped bore the Victoria Tube line, which, until a while ago, I travelled through everyday.
So that is what I learnt about Reg. I also asked him about his family, which was a little awkward as he split with his wife and hasn't seen her or his children from that relationship for a long time. He didn't want to talk anymore, but his already watery eyes welled up and he confessed (whilst I muttered apologies for asking) that he would love to see them again, but it just didn't work that way. So in that brave and courageous man I sensed a lot of hurt and regret. Maybe his outward appearance and jovial character is used to hide that? Maybe I am thinking too much about it, but I think this is a good example of why I am so excited about this project. I was so nice to listen to someone, talk to them and try to understand a little about their lives, characters and feelings.
I like the angle of this picture. He was sitting down drinking his coffee, and it just felt right for me to kneel and get slightly below his line of sight so he looked down a bit. I don't know what it is about that pose, but it strikes me as quite dignified, slight authoritative and gives him a worldly air, like he is saying to me that has experienced things that I haven't and seen things I have never seen and might not want to see. That what I get from this picture anyway! But maybe that is me seeing and feeling what I want to :)
his picture is #002 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at www.100Strangers.com
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De vondsten in de groeve 't Rooth bestaan uit belemnieten (o.a. Belemnitella junior), bivalven (o.a. kammossel Alectryonia Ungulata), bryozoa, koralen, kleine sponsjes (Porosphaeridae globularis), zee-egels (o.a. Hemipneustes), haaientanden (zeldzaam), foraminiferen (o.a. Lepidorbitoides socialis) en serpuliden. De vondsten verschillen sterk per laag. Scharen van krabben (Protocalianassa faujasi) komen vrij algemeen voor. (bron: fossiel.net)
Chestnut-headed Bee-eater (Merops leschenaultia)
Family: Meropidae . Genus: Merops
Size : 21cm
Yala National Park, Sri Lanka .
Nikon d3300 with 35mm 1.8g. I set out to get a long exposure of the sunset with the tide coming in around the rocks with my nd filter or a nice landscape with the recently beached sperm whale in the foreground but... this chap was digging for worms in the distance and I had to go and see what he was up to. It ended up as my favourite shot of the day and we had a nice chat! #dogwoodweek5 #dogwood52weekchallenge
Jippo: "This is useless. There are no treasures in an old flower pot!"
Bones: "We'll just pretend to be digging for a while and then we say we dug a hole all the way to China and found nothing."
(12/30 - Jippo)
After crossing Lummis Mill Road, the engineer running WW 576 will notch out the throttle. The solo GP10 sounded great digging into the slight grade with 33 empty sand hoppers in tow, and the added weight of WW 732 on the hind end.
This Blue Jay found the seed so he could put it into his mouth and grab another peanut before leaving. They are so interesting to watch.
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Mellinus arvensis (the Field Digger Wasp) is a ground nester. The females dig burrows in the soil and provision brood chambers with flies. The wasps sting the flies to paralyse them, take them back to the nest burrow and lay an egg on them. The developing larvae then have fresh meat to eat.
We have around twenty active nests in our Staffordshire garden. I would really love to get a photograph of a wasp carrying a fly or dragging one into the nest. It all happens rather quickly. Anyway, I was waiting by some holes (as you do) when this female starting extending the burrow.
She would exit the nest backwards carrying pieces of soil between her mandibles and front legs. She would then drop the soil a few centimetres from the opening. Looked pretty hard work.