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It was turning into one of those indecisive mornings. “Shall we go and lounge by the pool and read until lunchtime, and then head down to the beach? Or will we get in the car and head off for the day?” Neither of us could make our minds up. It’s often like this, and until we close the front door, we could be heading anywhere between fifty yards away and the other end of the island. It’s part of what makes us so fascinating, and no doubt would drive anyone else unfortunate enough to end up in a long term relationship with either of us to the edge of their senses. All things considered, it’s a good job Ali and I found each other. Neither of us seems to mind when one asks the other what we’re going to do today, only to draw a distant gaze and a blank response.
If anything, I’m a little more driven than she is, and so I made the call. “Right, we’ll go back to that place in Femes for lunch, then we’ll go and visit one of the bodegas at La Geria, and after that I want to go and walk up the red mountain for sunset” – that’s Montana Colorada by the way. “Ok,” came the predictable response. And so we had a plan; a nice simple one that didn’t require too much thought or too much driving. We’d drive up the mountain pass from Playa Blanca to the village of Femes that sits on the saddle, and the rest of the day would follow as planned.
Except that it didn’t. 12:30 we agreed was a bit early for lunch, and so we drove in the other direction and headed for a menu del dia at the place we’d stumbled across in Teguise a few days earlier. And just to make things interesting, we decided to go along the main road rather than the wine route, just to have a bit of a test run for that inevitable drive to the airport just over a week later. “It’ll be faster” I reasoned. It wasn’t, especially after a couple of wrong turns, one of which almost had us heading into the jams of Arrecife, the island capital. Eventually, we arrived at a dinner table to be served by a very harassed looking waiter, whom it seemed was working solo through the busy lunch hour. As he unceremoniously thumped our drinks onto the table and feigned no interest whatsoever in our opposing views on the inclusion of tuna in our ensaladas mixtas, we wondered who’d thrown a sickie and left him in the lurch. After the meal I was too frightened to ask for coffee as well, and spent the next twenty-five minutes looking for another establishment to replenish the caffeine deficit. The first such attempt found us hastily evacuating our seats, scarpering around a corner and tracing an elaborate circuit of the town after Ali had seen the price list. Six euros for a scoop of ice cream? Not on your Nellie!
Some time later, happily refuelled with coffee and ice cream we sat at a bench in the church square. By now it was some time after 4pm, and with less than two hours until sunset we considered the options. At the far end of the island, just another twelve miles or so away lay the Mirador del Rio, offering a classic view of the three small islands that fan away from the northeast corner of Lanzarote, while retracing our tyre treads down to the coast would bring us to the wreck of the Telamon, a long exposure magnet that lies a few yards out to see between Costa Teguise and Arrecife. Tentatively, we set course for the former, where the road rides up to its highest point on the island between Los Valles and Haria. And still several miles short of our target, as we sat at a layby gazing down at the white coastal villages of Punta Mujeres and Arrieta far below, we changed our minds again – and then furthered the endless mystery of our final destination by missing the turn without signpost that was supposed to take us to the Mirador del Risco de Famara.
As you can see, the error turned into what Bob Ross would call a happy accident. Finally, somewhere around five, we ended up here, at the lonely and altitudinous Ermita de las Nieves. Quite how often there’s ever been snow here, even at this distance above sea level I’m not sure, although I did need to put my long sleeved top on over my tee shirt to brave the last hour of daylight on this late November afternoon, as a fellow visitor from France told me his wife was very jealous of my telephoto lens. The view across the volcanoes that dominate the landscape over to the west from where we’d come was, well you can see for yourself can’t you? Even before the golden hour, it seemed evident that we were going to be in for a show, as layers of cloud allowed sunbeams to filter through and light up the spaces in between the distant cones. For an hour I watched from behind the long lens transfixed, as the colours deepened and the sunbeams bounced and weaved their way into ever more epic frames. As the sunbeams moved, I continually followed the drama, recomposing and focussing as quickly as I could keep up. It’s not often that I get to spend time in a landscape like this, and certainly I’d never seen a sunset sky such as the one we were witnessing now in the mountains. Eventually, the sun having disappeared for the day and the magic leaving centre stage almost instantaneously, I headed back to the car with an enormous grin on my face. The day of sliding door decisions had given us the best possible outcome with a sunset we’d never forget. It’s a good job we’re not that great at making our minds up, or we’d have probably missed it.
its towlie again there.....
this was taken while goin before we went to the photowalk.
and the smoke is done from by burning of mango leaves
My last posting for a couple of weeks or so as we head North to Northumberland and Scotland tomorrow. My view here is looking out towards the English channel over the clump of trees on the hill known as Lancing ring, sadly these trees are slowly being cut down due to Ash die back, the sky was so lovely which is what originally drew my lens plus the the layers of shadows flying across the landscape.
Hardly had the snow disappeared before we got a heat wave in northern Sweden. The spring has already changed to meteorological summer here (on 13 May, wich is early). This day it was 26-27 degrees C in the afternoon and the evening was completely magical at the lake! Quiet, calm, just a few birds and frogs that sounded.
Knappt hann snön försvinna innan vi fick en värmebölja i norra Sverige. Våren har redan övergått till meteorologisk sommar här. Den här dagen var det 26-27 grader varmt på eftermiddagen och kvällen blev helt magisk vid sjön! Lungt, stilla, bara några fåglar och grodor som lät.
It began raining yesterday, altho it was just a gentle downfall. I woke up in the middle of the night to a torrential downpour which continued all day and will keep going all night. Throw it some tornado warnings and high winds and you’ve got a recipe for an exciting weather day. Creeks are overflowing their banks so I need an alternate route for work tomorrow morning. And my dogs are already sick of their paws being wet. And it’s supposed to rain every day next week. Ugh.
Zephaniah 2:1-2 “Gather together, gather yourselves together, you shameful nation, before God’s decree becomes reality and the day of opportunity disappears like windblown chaff, before the Lord’s raging anger overtakes you—before the day of the Lord's angry judgment overtakes you!”
Thanks to my brother-in-law Mark W for this shot of an iconic Christmas beetle which has almost died out in Australian suburbs. He has recently moved to a rural property in the Brisbane (River) Valley north-east of the city and has reported seeing many of the beetles, thankfully! We haven't seen any in years and we miss the classic smell that heralded the oncoming Christmas season and their special look and little sounds.
Here is a snippet from Google AI that sums the disappearance up followed by a link to an item from the Australian Museum with background to this little special creature and more info on human's impact on its existence.
"Yes, Christmas beetles are widely reported as disappearing or declining, especially in urban areas, with scientists citing habitat loss (eucalypt trees), climate change (droughts), urban sprawl, and insecticides as likely causes, though formal long-term data is lacking, making citizen science projects crucial for tracking them. While some regions still see them, their numbers are significantly lower than in past decades, affecting Australia's iconic native insects".
Why They're Disappearing
Habitat Loss & Urbanisation: The biggest factor is the clearing of native eucalypt forests and woodlands for housing, removing the beetles' food (leaves) and breeding grounds (soil near trees).
Climate Change: Droughts and drier springs can stress eucalypts and affect beetle emergence.
Insecticides: Pesticides used in gardens harm the beetle larvae (curl grubs) in the soil and the adults.
Light Pollution: Bright city lights can disorient and attract them, leading to death.
How We Know (and Don't Know)
Anecdotal Evidence: Many Australians report seeing far fewer beetles than in the past.
Citizen Science: Projects like the CSIRO's Christmas Beetle Count and the iNaturalist app collect sightings to build data.
Lack of Formal Data: No long-term government monitoring exists, making community efforts vital to understand the true extent of the decline.
How to Help
Plant Eucalypts: Plant native trees in your garden.
Avoid Sprays: Don't use chemical sprays on your lawn or plants.
Report Sightings: Use apps like iNaturalist to log any Christmas beetles you see.
Shoshoni, Wyoming. Say good-bye, a local told me this entire block has been condemned and is slated to be torn down next week.
ODC-Time
If you're a devotee of taking sunrise/sunset shots you know they last a very short TIME! This one disappeared as fast as it showed up!
They were walking into the sunset, or so it seemed. Our American Mustangs ARE in danger of disappearing. The Bureau of Land Management is hell bent on removing them from our western lands. These horses are located in the West Desert Onaqui mountain area, of Utah.
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Duo of Czech 740-class locomotives (740.426 and 740.638) with international freight train 661010 from Meziměsti to Rogoźnica (here you can read the story about this very train, worth reading) approach Boguszów Gorce Wschód junction. Before it happens, the train will pass the area that used to be a freight station (Boguszów Gorce Towarowy, formerly Fellhammer Güterbahnhof) just after this curve. It seems more than 50 years ago the station tracks were dismantled. July 4, 2021.
Photo by Jarek / Chester
Duet czeskich kocurów (740.426 i 740.638) z międzynarodowym pociągiem towarowym 661010 z granicznego Meziměsti do Rogoźnicy (nawiasem, warto przeczytać ciekawą historię tego pociągu tutaj) zbliża się do tarczy ostrzegawczej posterunku odgałęźnego Boguszów Gorce Wschód. Za chwilę, za tym łukiem, który widać na zdjęciu, pociąg minie teren byłej stacji Boguszów Gorce Towarowy. rozebranej ponad 50 lat temu. 4 lipca 2021 r.
Fot. Jarek / Chester
Thursday evening it looked like a good sunset. For the pictures I went to Cabo Falconera because from there you have a good view over the bay of Roses and Empuriabrava. But unfortunately, shortly before the lower cloud bank pulled in front of the setting sun
Donnerstag Abend sah es nach einem guten Sonnenuntergang aus. Für die Bilder bin ich zum Cabo Falconera gefahren da man von dort einen guten Blick über die Bucht von Roses und auf Empuriabrava hat. Doch leider zog sich kurz vorher die untere Wolkenbank vor die untergehende Sonne
A pair of Northern class 142 Pacers, unit 142078 bringing up the rear, disappear around the curve at Heaton Lodge Junction with what I believe to be the late running 10.08am Wakefield Kirkgate - Huddersfield local (2O67).
Introduced from 1985 and built with just two axles they became known as Nodding Donkeys, a less than friendly reference to their poor riding qualities. Designed around a Leyland Bus body, they were seen as a cheap stop-gap until something more suitable could be introduced, but in the end would survive on the Network for around 35 years, the last members of the class being withdrawn in 2020. And not beforetime either - they had long been a touchstone for politicians and consumer groups alike referencing the gap between the quality of rolling stock in the North and that in the more affluent South.
This shot was taken in the year before the Pandemic but hasn't featured on Flickr before. Couldn't help but be drawn by the gritty combination of industry, housing and hills that are so typical of this part of West Yorkshire.
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10.53am, 25th February 2019
Disappearing down inside
Searching for a place to hide
Down below in the deep
Lake, as the waves they leap
Over the surface, under which does hide
The fence that disappears down inside
It looks so serene, yet this was taken on a day of fierce winds. You only have to look at the waterfall to see the wind speed . There was a brief few seconds of good light in an otherwise wild and grey day. Magnificent weather.
Everyone of us always have some limited functions, when they're disappeared, we will be nothing.
Like these flowers :)
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Tired....ps: thanks for everything you've done for me :).....See ya soon!
“Today, as a matter of fact, there is very little real freedom anywhere because everyone is willing to sacrifice spiritual liberty for some lower kind. People will compromise their personal integrity (spiritual liberty) for the sake of security, or ambition, or pleasure, or just to be left in peace.”
- Thomas Merton from Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander p. 78
Poof! Sometimes I wish I could just go away.. or be invisible.
I should probably be very careful what I wish for.
Handheld from the bottom of a rushing creek. I went in thinking the shot would be perfect from up above on the bridge behind me but after some exploring...
It's the unintended shot that makes my day.
If I begged and if I cried
Would it change the sky tonight?
Would it give me some light?
Should I wait for you to call?
Is there any hope at all?
Are you drifting by...
When I think about it
I know that I was never there or even cared
The more I think about it
The less that I was able to share with you
I try to reach for you, I can almost feel you
You're nearly here
And then you disappear . .. . . >>> Hugo Chakrabongse
I was out at Whale Rock a few days ago and was lucky enough to see an Osprey fly in and land on this pole with a small fish. He ate the fish, cleaned his beak on the top of the pole, and ruffled up before taking off. again - just as the sun was disappearing behind a hill. The last rays of light lit him up beautifully.
Pretty much overcast all day and when our for my walk Arran was beginning to disappear!!
Our Daily Challenge ~ Disappearing ...
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Sgùrr Fiona disappears in the mist, shortly after we reached the summit of Bidean a' Ghlas Thuill. Within a couple of minutes it had disappeared altogether and we returned to Dundonnell by a slight variation on our ascent route.
An old shot taken with my first DSLR.
August 11, 2015
"If we wait until we're ready, we'll be waiting for the rest of our lives." - Lemony Snicket (Daniel Handler)
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I was walking back from my coffee break this morning when this leaf caught my eye.
Not entirely sure why, but it seems to perfectly suit my day.
Anyway, hope everyone has had a good day.
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Although it might have been done for maybe a 1.000.000 times, I just can't get enough from these kind of forrest lanes, autumn colors and some heavy fog.
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