View allAll Photos Tagged Digging
Fish and wildlife biologist Chris Dellith helps a team of 9 and 10 year old students dig a spot for their plant in the new Schoolyard Habitat.
Blooming garden gate fell down at the weekend, so I spent the morning digging out the rotten fence post....the hole was so narrow, I had to use a spoon ....and my hands! :P
This is the entrance for a beautiful cave.
If you expect a tiger or bear to be in this one, then you are in for a surprise. This is in a beach and is constructed by those who can walk only sideways! This is a cave whose entrance was not more than 1 cm.
Audio is live recording capturing the combination of the sea breeze and the sound of the waves.
Digging trip at the bottom of Deep Pot cave - A number of meters of gravel/rock were removed from a phreatic tube as part of an ongoing dig in the cave,
Gradients as steep as 1 in 40 tackled by small engines produced spectacular sights on the Nidd Valley Light Railway. A freight train, bound for the Scar House Reservoir construction site and probably carrying bagged cement, is pictured in 1934 by H.G.W. Household. It is double headed and double banked. The location appears to be on the section beyond Lofthouse station, possibly the approach to Scar House Tunnel. The gradient has just eased, indicated by the angle of the rearmost engine. Note the bicycle leaning on the fence. Most likely, the photographer used it to reach this isolated location near the head of Nidderdale. The railway, opened in 1907 and owned and operated by Bradford Corporation Waterworks Department, closed to all traffic in 1937. Passenger services ceased on New Year's Eve, 1929.
Digging for worms, Penzance
*I think this is the only time I have used a shot, straight from the camera with nothing done apart from re-sizing!
Copyright Geoff Dowling: All rights reserved
The boys were digging a latrine behind the health post. At the bottom of a very deep hole a little boys was digging out the dirt
Yesterday was that unusual day we get along about January some years, a day when it seems like nearly every bird we have that visits our yard decides to come visit at once. And on this day, we had a flock of ten or twelve Northern Cardinals working the feeder while the snow gently fell to the ground around them - multiple males and females alike. That's a treat in itself.
Along with the Cardinals, we had Blue Jays, House Finches, a Downy Woodpecker, a Red-bellied Woodpecker, Dark-eyed Juncos, the Carolina Wren, and a mix of Sparrows of course, all together for a period of about forty minutes. And all the while this was going on, a handful of Squirrels was playing tag among the birds in the trees out back.
DSC_8695-S
Miners work parcels of land which but right up against another man's land. As a result, some mines are carved nearly vertically downward.
More of the story at www.adamcohn.com/thoughts/2008/04/searching-for-diamonds-...
U-717 is having a hard time getting out of dodge as they struggle to climb the grade out of Proctor and into Munger.
I realized I had not shared many of my wildlife photos from our trip earlier this year down south to Joshua Tree NP and Salton Sea. We found this little guy at the side of the road near the visitor center at the Sony Bono Salton Sea Wildlife Refuge. The lady at the visitor center showed us where it was. Would she have been so willing to do this if we did not have two cute kids? I think not.
Facebook | Blog | Website | Google+
Copyright © Leon Turnbull Photography.
This photo may not be used in any form without prior permission. All rights reserved.
Rusty colored tears
Bleed into the darkness
The Hiding of vulnerability
The exposed side
The side that opened up
Only to realize the lie
Painfully aware to see
So blatant…
The truth…right there
The knowing
All things are not what
They seem
The Heart, now weakened
Pierced by the jagged edge
The knife…wounding
Now fatal
Only a matter of time
Bleeding out…
Clinging to life
The hope
The thought
That maybe…
As each drop trickles out
Final spiral
One last twist
Digging into the wound
Deny, deny, deny…
Too late…