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Wow!! A close encounter with an Osprey. The bird was on his post and I was less than 15 feet looking up I was able to photograph this beautiful bird. We both looked at eachother.
While on search for cranes, which are regular autumn visitors to northern Germany , I stumbled upon a rather unexpected sight: a white peafowl. Clearly, it belonged to a nearby farmstead, yet it was roaming around freely.
Although it might not strictly qualify as "wildlife shot" it quite felt like one. It was definitely an unexpected encounter with a rather strange looking but fascinating bird.
Barnstorf, Lower Saxony, Germany
Possibly one of the best photography days of my life, so far. I took many, many shots of a couple of female Crossbills leading up to this set. At this point I was directly under her as she enjoyed the pine cones and kept a watchful eye on me. These are exported directly from Lightroom with little or no edits at all, in fact, I had to back off the lens to keep her in shot. A wonderful experience that she allowed me to share
During the early stages of our climb on Sunday we met a few other hikers heading in the opposite direction. John (JJFET) is seen here in discussion with one. This chap like others had turned round on account of the poor weather and was heading back to the relative comfort of the valley. It was true that conditions would worsen, but within reason that's carachter building.
The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun ~ Christopher McCandless
On Niima Outpost, Unkar Plutt is anxious to get the droid from Rey. In fact, he is so headstrong about it, that Unkar has come to outside from the market stall to perform another lawless action against scavenger, this time on one of the best scavengers on Jakku. You know, Unkar's business is to resell the parts to spacers who wants to buy parts off-the-books and being one of a kind on this galaxy. Here, however, I’m not quite sure whether Rey agrees to sell the droid to Unkar… And is there Teedo with a luggabeast about to score the scene?
Oh boy, (and a girl, too), did I had a pleasant times with the latest Lego summer set; 75148 Encounter on Jakku. Albeit, I’m still not convinced fully about the set, it’s sure brings me enjoyable times with the camera. It’s just too tiny for a collector like me, but maybe there will be another set a few years later, which could be a good addition to this set, who knows! Also, I’m very positive about the new sand I’m using, which I've got it from the local hobby-store. It has lead to me to pick some bricks from the Bricklink to be added on this set exclusively. It’s just something very small but it expands the scene a little in the future sessions.
… my first encounter with aurora ! Panorama taken at the Vik of Iceland. It was cloudy with snow showers and with really strong wind I almost cannot stand still that nothing was on the sky at first, but suddenly clouds went away a while so i took the chance keep pressing the shutter … not good shot but my first trial …
Note: You will need to read the first few paragraphs with your best Rod Serling (Twilight Zone Host) impersonation either aloud or in your head for the full effect of this encounter!
“There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge.”
Imagine if you will…a lone man, walking a long flat stretch of a Sanibel beach. Engulfed in total darkness, his only means of light, that of a very small and weakening by the minute flashlight. His mission…to collect shells that he does not need…for a collection that has grown too large.
We will call him John.
What happened next can only happen…can only be explained…in the Twilight Zone.
When the alarm rang out a full hour and a half before sunrise this past Wednesday morning, my initial reaction was to make it stop and grab a few more hours of sleep. It was the reality of knowing I will never know when my last ocean sunrise might be that put my feet on the cold hotel room floor. My normal shell hunting partners, Joann and Marilyn had bailed out the night before so I knew I was all alone in this quest. The treasures the waves have been granting all night long await, so I dressed quickly, grabbed a small flashlight and headed out the door minutes later.
Once I cleared the building in our hotel complex, I immediately noticed how quiet and dark it was. The total cloud cover blocked any possible light from the moon and the stars. It was as dark as dark can get…my only light source was that of a very small flashlight…with batteries running low. Glancing both east and west on the beach, surprisingly, there wasn’t another soul to be found.
It was my fifth consecutive day of pre-dawn shell hunting (fifth day...fifth dimension…) and with the exception of there being no wind and the waves were much smaller and quieter than previous days…it seemed pretty normal, at least in the beginning. As I walked along at surfs edge, my left hand was full of shells and my right, busy swinging the flashlights beam from side to side. My full and undivided attention was on the sand and shells. And then the craziest…the strangest thing happened.
Without warning something started hovering above my head…inches to a foot away, but not more. My initial thought was that someone had come up behind me and was shaking something like a towel above my head. I started swinging the flashlight frantically in all directions… no one was there…nothing but darkness. I don’t mind saying that I have not been startled/scared like that since childhood. I will long remember the electrical shock of fear that went from the top of my head to my feet…it took me to my knees in the shells and sand. I was wearing a ball cap but could distinctly feel the downdraft from what I am assuming were wings on my ears and down the back of my neck. There were between seven and eight very distinct, sharply separated downdrafts, each sent the same shiver. Whatever it was it was big and it was powerful…and it was completely silent. And then as suddenly as it started, it stopped.
It took me a few minutes to remove the sand from my knees and the shaking from my hands. I looked around and could see a few flashlights off in the distance. I was disappointed that there wasn’t anyone near by that could tell me what just happened. It was then that I realized that there were no shore birds anywhere around, for the first time all week. The rest of the morning I hunted for shells and tried to process what it could have been. It was only while talking the experience through with Marilyn and Joann that I have come to the conclusion that it had to be an owl…a large one. Sanibel has two to choose from, the Great Horned and the Barred Owl.
I cannot image why an owl would hover above me so closely while both standing and, on my knees, unless it was a bet with a friend to see if he could put the old guy on his knees. If so, he won.
Someone very wise once said "Life is not about the number of breaths we take, it is about the moments that take our breath away".
Shot last night at Glacier Point, Yosemite.
Pano of 5 shots stitched in PS. Used Topaz denoise for the first time. Impressive results for this software.
My wife and I were staying down at Victor Harbor for a couple of days last June.
This was taken a year ago today so I can't remember much about the shooting conditions. No doubt it was a pretty cold morning due to it being the middle of winter here in Australia.
Frankenstein Castle (1252)
There is much historical evidence to suggest that Mary Shelley's world-famous novel "Frankenstein or Modern Prometheus" actually originated at Frankenstein Castle.
copyright: gerd kozik/ yarin asanth 2018
Hello dear Flickr friends of my colorful photography. It was a cloudy afternoon on the Lake Constance, the wind warm the water wonderful. A wonderful day for paddling. In the background the hills of Austria and in the background to the left the Austrian mountains to the right the mountains of Switzerland.
I used my hardware glas filters in front of the lens to underline the beautiful atmosphere on the lake.
Happy day my Flickr friends!
Always on tour for you and me! :)))
See you soon.
Yarin
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Devils Tower in the Black Hills of Wyoming, USA.
This monumental butte is made from igneous rock and is 265m high from summit to base, although it rises 386m above the Belle Fourche River. Those of you who have seen 'Close Encounters of the Third Kind' may recognise it!
Explore #6 30/04/2020
Chance encounter - A snow covered Batty Moss illuminated by the setting sun sees 61306 LNER B1 'Mayflower' and 35018 Southern Railway Merchant Navy Class 'British India Line' double head the Winter Cumbrian Mountain Express as they cross Ribblehead Viaduct on 2 February 2019.
This was no chance encounter - I'd been after this shot for over 5 years and it requires the perfect combination of factors to bring the scene together. With only a couple of occasions every winter when the timings place the return leg of the steam hauled train crossing Ribblehead at, or close to sunset, the chances of the scene falling into place are very slim.
Early last year, however, everything fell into place for once; with the added bonus of not only a double header, but a snow clad Batty Moss too. A unique scene as both locomotives gently steam their way southbound on the return trip to London from Carlisle with a subtle exhaust emanating from both engines, backlit by the setting sun.
Ribblehead Viaduct, Yorkshire Dales National Park
Two emersed monk seals faceoff whisker to whisker in the surf zone. This male and female Hawaiian monk seal pair spent the night on the dunes high above the strand to avoid 25’ surf crashing on the beach. In the morning, they galumphed down to the shoreline, entered separately, located each other, then headed out into deep water. Endemic to Hawaii, this species of monk seal was established in the archipelago millions of years before the current human populated main volcanic islands emerged above sea level. Hawaiian monk seals are critically endangered and among the rarest of marine mammals.