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Flower - Greenwich Park, London, England - Saturday May 31st 2008.
This is dedicated to my wondeful friend & new teacher Amber, for teaching me how to use photoshop..lol...- see her wonderful images here.. www.flickr.com/photos/aswirly/ - Thanks for your help...the lessons have only just started..lol
Wishing her and all of you wonderful people a wonderful weekend...:O))))
My "Great" Grandson Matt stopped in this morning to take over my snow removal job from me. We had 18" of snow today. Thank you Matt.
Two native bees (probably Lasioglossum sp.) enjoy a Podolepis sp. flower. [Kanangra-Boyd National Park, NSW]
Digging for fishing bait, the elusive Lugworm, and if you are lucky, Ragworm
I have done it, it's back breaking.
Sheringham beach, North Norfolk.
Red-cockaded Woodpecker
Picoides borealis
I went to Holly Shelter Game Lands looking to find one of these endangered woodpeckers for the first time. I had thought I had seen them before in GA, but after seeing them over a good period of time, I realized that this was indeed my first time seeing them. I saw at least one mated pair with a juvenile which was a bonus experience.
A few weeks ago, when the sun was out, and the bees were still hard at work, I took this photo near Laburnum Path in Vandusen Botanical Garden.
EF100mm f/2.8L Macro IS USM
f/7.1, 1/80 sec, ISO 1600
Previously,
Found this little number in a seldom visited closet. I really can't remember when I wore it last, other than to say it must have been long ago. Strangely, I suspect it fits better now than then. My dear wife washed it for me and, well, what you see is what you get!
I am curious s to what made this flower like digging in the sand.... Monahan Sandhills State Park, Texas, 19 November 2023
German Army re-enactors, Peak Rail 1940s event, Rowsley.
Taken with a Rolleicord I, Model 2 (Model K3 1934/6) twin lens reflex medium format camera, Zeiss Triotar lens, Ilford FP4 125 mono film, yellow filter.
Reseda, Ca – Had some fun driving my friend’s R/C Truck (Traxxas Nitro Savage). This thing is crazy powerful thanks to the nitro engine and its four wheel drive. Yeah, it’s a toy but it is one hell of a fun toy! Nothing like watching the roost of dirt and rocks fly through the air as the truck surges sideways compressing the suspension as it lurches forward eating the dust and natural debris. The experience makes me want one.
Some schools held lessons in two shifts during the war, the morning might be ordinary lessons in the morning and some practical work out of doors in the afternoon. Another group might have outdoor work in the morning then use the empty classroom for their lessons in the afternoon.
The wind blew peacefully through the trees. Birds chirped, squirrels chattered, and the sound of leaves falling could be heard in the thick, beautiful forest of southern Lenfald. Bits of red and orange were beginning to appear in the treetops. The forest was changing, green was giving way to red.
Sir Glennian reflected on this as he and his companions treaded, almost silently, on the old forest road. So many things had happened recently, the once peaceful land of Roawia was now aching with the pains of conflict and turmoil, and the only plausible outcome seemed to be war. Loreos, only few miles walk southward, was now threatening invasion. Green did indeed seem to be giving way to red.
Sounds of people now reached Sir Glennian’s ears, and he saw they had almost reached their destination. As he came around a bend in the path, he saw it, not a hundred yards ahead of him. A deep hole had been dug in the center of the path, nearly fifteen feet deep, and men could be seen swarming around it.
“Foreman!” Sir Glennian shouted.
All the workers turned and noticed their visitors, and a stout man in a green cloak turned to greet them. He had a thick, curly, brown beard covering his smiling face, which was topped with thick, curly, brown hair.
“Ah, you are here at last!” He greeted them. “We have made much progress on the work. As you can see, the hole is over a dozen feet deep. Just an hour ago the blacksmith arrived with the spikes that will be stuck in the bottom. Then we will cover it with branches spread over with dirt, and the next Loreesi scum who comes through here-”
He broke off with a large wave of his hand, indicating the destruction the Loreesi would face.
Glennian nodded. “Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
He looked forlornly down the path. Somewhere in that direction was a great desert…one in which war was brewing, a war that, he feared, Lenfald could never be completely ready for.
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Well, I was going to enter this into the last Lenfald LC, but I obviously didn’t finish it in time. Congrats to Gary and Paul on the wins! ;)
Soli Deo Gloria! :)
A CN intermodal train storms up Byron Hill in freezing rural Wisconsin. An SD70M-2 acted as a mid-train DPU sounding like it was doing most of the work. A safety inspection boxcar acted as a sort of caboose on the tail end.
Echidna, an Australian monotreme which lays an egg in its pouch. The egg hatches & the baby stays in the pouch until it has spines. They live on termites & ants.
Taken at Shoalhaven Zoo, Nowra. A great place to visit
Adjectives to Inspire- spiky
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.
Under my window, a clean rasping sound
When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:
My father, digging. I look down
Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds
Bends low, comes up twenty years away
Stooping in rhythm through potato drills
Where he was digging.
The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft
Against the inside knee was levered firmly.
He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep
To scatter new potatoes that we picked,
Loving their cool hardness in our hands.
By God, the old man could handle a spade.
Just like his old man.
My grandfather cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner’s bog.
Once I carried him milk in a bottle
Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up
To drink it, then fell to right away
Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
Over his shoulder, going down and down
For the good turf. Digging.
The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap
Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I’ll dig with it.
This is what happens when it rains everyday. Because it's so wet, damp and muddy now, I'm predicting a dry summer. By August, I'll be digging through dust.
20191223_3357_7D2-100 More digging required
The story of the Debbie Jane being on the beach is still a mystery. There are several stories about what it and it's crew of three were doing on Saturday night. What is known is that it hit a sand bar 200m off the coast (what were they doing so close anyway?) and the crew were rescued by the crew from a rescue helicopter (they waded out from the shore).
This morning (Monday) was the first attempt to drag it up the beach (past the high tide level) but the wooden boat is full of water and sand now, so despite the attempts of the two diggers they could not move it.
With the incoming tide approaching the decision was made to leave it to the next low tide (about 8pm Monday night), and then the boat was broken up in place and pieces dragged up the beach.
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Before the Second World War, the area would be described as industrial, because of the presence of wide-scale quarrying and associated activity.
Men came from places such as Bridgnorth and Ludlow to work in the quarries, and the villages of Bedlam and Dhustone on Titterstone Clee were built especially for the quarry workers.
Crumbling remains of quarry buildings now litter the hill, reminders of a bygone industry that once employed more than 2,000 people here.
An old 3 ft (914 mm) narrow gauge railway incline is still visible on the hill and a large concrete structure under which the wagons were filled with stone still remains next to the modern day car park.