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Astrakhan city. View from the embankment in the center across the Volga to Trusovsky district.
Город Астрахань. Вид с набережной в центре через Волгу на Трусовский район.
Like two ships passing in the night, two souls toil on, unaware of each other's existence.
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Verreaux's sifaka (Propithecus verreauxi), or the white sifaka, is a medium-sized primate in one of the lemur families, the Indriidae. It lives in Madagascar and can be found in a variety of habitats from rainforest to western Madagascar dry deciduous forests and dry and spiny forests.
Its fur is thick and silky and generally white with brown on the sides, top of the head, and on the arms. Like all sifakas, it has a long tail that it uses as a balance when leaping from tree to tree. However, its body is so highly adapted to an arboreal existence, on the ground its only means of locomotion is hopping. The species lives in small troops which forage for food.
Four subspecies of this lemur are described. Many things are unknown about Verreaux's sifaka, their lifespan in the wild has not been approximated, but in captivity, they generally live to up to 18 years old. – Wikipedia
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I'm tired of the Earth, of these people, tired of being caught up in the confusion of their existence. They claim to be working hard to build a paradise, and their paradise is populated by horrors. Perhaps the world is not made, perhaps nothing is made, a clock without a craftsman. It is too late, it has always been too late, and it will always be too late. (Mr Manhattan in Watchmen)
Je suis fatigué de la Terre, de ces gens, fatigué d'être pris dans la confusion de leur existence. Ils prétendent s'acharner à bâtir un paradis, et voici que leur paradis est peuplé d'horreurs. Peut-être que le monde n'est-il pas fait, peut-être que rien n'est fait, une horloge sans artisan. Il est trop tard, il a toujours été, et il sera toujours trop tard. (Mr. Manhattan in Watchmen)
December in the California desert is an awesome time if you can stand the extreme weather. It can be cold, windy and raining at the same time while taking photos.
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Nombre común: El flamenco del Caribe o flamenco rojo
Nombre en wayunaiki*: Tococo
Nombre cientifico: Phoenicopterus ruber
Nombre en ingles: American Flamingo
Nombre en alemán: Kubaflamingo
Nombre en francés : Flamant des Caribes
Lugar de la foto: Santuario de Fauna y Flora Los Flamencos,Camarones, Riohacha, Guajira, Colombia
* Dialecto Wayunaiki, propio del resguardo indígena ubicado dentro del Santuario de Fauna y Flora Los Flamencos.
"A long time ago in the heart of Africa there was a lake of fire..." This is how a DISNEYNATURE documentary called THE MYSTERY OF THE FLAMINGOS begins. Recommended to see, understand and admire the beauty of this species.
"Hace mucho tiempo en el corazón de Africa había un lago de fuego ... " Así comienza un documental de DISNEYNATURE llamada EL MISTERIO DE LOS FLAMENCOS. Recomendada, para ver, comprender y admirar la belleza de esta especie.
EN : EN PELIGRO DE EXTINCIÓN
Union Internacional para la Conservación de la Naturaleza - UICN-
Libro Rojo de Aves de Colombia
En peligro de extinción se encuentra una especie animal, cuando su existencia y reproducción no se puede desarrollar en ninguna parte del mundo. Es decir que ya nunca se podrá volver a ver.
An animal species is in danger of extinction, when its existence and reproduction cannot be developed anywhere in the world. That is to say, it will never be seen again.
Eine Tierart ist vom Aussterben bedroht, wenn ihre Existenz und Fortpflanzung nirgendwo auf der Welt entwickelt werden kann. Das heißt, es wird nie wieder gesehen.
Une espèce animale est en danger d'extinction, lorsque son existence et sa reproduction ne peuvent se développer nulle part dans le monde. C'est-à-dire qu'on ne le reverra plus jamais.
The monastery's unique architectural ensemble was developed over the years of its existence and harmonically fits in the picturesque landscape of the Dnieper's right bank.
The compositional center and the main building of the modern monastery is the St. George's Cathedral, built in 1701. It is considered to be one of the best samples of the Cossack Baroque. Almost simultaneously with it, the Church of the Saviour famous for its unique carved iconostasis and the refectory appeared on the cloister's territory. Another inherent element of the Vydubitsky Monastery's architectural ensemble is the bell tower that combines two styles: baroque and classicism. Initially it had three tiers: the first one was the driveway to the cloister, on the second one the Church of the Prophet Daniel was located, and the bells hang on the third tier. In the 19th century, the belfry was reconstructed and as a result it obtained another tier with cupola, originally designed as the firmament.
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A Marbled White (Melanargia galathea.) and a Cuckoo bee (Bombus vestalis) sharing a Common Knapweed flower (Centaurea nigra). Bath Skyline walk, Claverton, BANES, England, UK.
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not wallflower (shrinking violet?) with shadowy existence -> walltree with sun
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Eurasian Jay (Garrulus glandarius)
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THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO: MY LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY TO BIRD PHOTOGRAPHY
If you've set yourself the challenge of exclusively shooting the wildlife in your own back yard, you might find - as I did - that bird photography is really, really hard.
It's not that reptiles are easy to photograph either, mind - but at least the ones in my garden stay (for the most part) on the ground, and one can learn how to carefully approach them with a camera. They're also clearly egoists, which from a photographer's point of view is is a great character trait: if a lizard detects a human in its vicinity, it's only interested in saving its own skin, and it won't alarm its buddies.
But birds... oh man. Over the years, my feathered friends and I have developed a lovely routine that now defines our peaceful co-existence. As soon as I as much as open a window (let alone the door), I'm instantly greeted by an eruption of panicky fluttering and hysterical shouts from my garden: "SAVE YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND FLY FOR YOUR LIVES: THE HAIRLESS, PINK MONSTER IS COMING!!! (Yes, I speak bird, and I know that this is exactly what they are shouting 😉).
Needless to say, with the exception of the redstart I already showed here, all my efforts to get the kind of detailed shots I usually strive for with my nature photography ended in complete failure and utter disillusionment. I was ready to give up on stalking the winged misanthropes in my garden altogether, but then winter came - and changed everything.
One day this past January I observed my neighbor Signora P - a kind, elderly Italian lady - putting something on the low garden wall in front of my house. At first I thought she was just putting some treat there for her cat Romeo; the young tom patrols that wall constantly (it's his favorite spot in the garden, and during the warmer months he usually lurks in the thick foliage next to it to prey on lizards).
But once I detected a lot of movement on that wall through my window, I understood she had put a little pile of bread crumbs there; she was feeding the birds who soon arrived in flocks. This was certainly well-intended on my neighbor's part, but her noble action came with a catch, and I'm afraid quite literally.
When I took a stroll through my garden the next day I discovered a suspicious amount of feathers on the ground next to the wall. Romeo had apparently switched from his low-calorie summer diet (lizard) to more energy-rich meals consisting of "fowl" (it was winter after all, so from a nutritionist's point of view this made sense).
I would find fresh traces of Romeo's victims (mostly feathers, but also the odd wing) in my garden over the following days; so my first intuition that my neighbor was feeding her cat hadn't been that far off after all, as Romeo was now clearly being "served" fresh birds on a daily basis. And although the hungry visitors seemed to be aware of the danger and became slightly more prudent, they just couldn't resist the tasty snacks Signora P put on that wall - and neither could Romeo.
It was obvious that I had to act, but talking to my neighbor - who is as stubborn as she is kind - would have been futile, I knew that much. I pondered the matter long and hard - until a light bulb went off in my head. The idea was genius. If successful, what I had in mind would not only increase the birds' chances of surviving Romeo's appetite, but also greatly benefit my own photographic endeavors.
I started to enact my master plan the very next day by buying a giant bag of bird feed (consisting mainly of sunflower seeds) from the store. Then I dragged a huge piece of a tree trunk (approx. 120 cm in height) that we normally chop firewood on from the shed out into the garden and emptied almost half of the bag's content on top of it. Signora P's buffet for birds (and cats) was about to get some serious competition 😊.
My reasoning was as follows: not only would the birds be lured away from the fatally low garden wall to a place where they were safe from the cat - there was nothing around that tree trunk that provided cover for a predator, and the birds had a nice 360° view around it at all times - but I was also able to photograph them while hiding in the shed.
However, in order for my plan to work there was one little extra measure I had to take, and it was one that risked lowering my own life expectancy considerably once the owner of the property - my mom - discovered it. You see, our shed is completely windowless, so if I wanted to use it as a blind, I had no choice but to cut a hole into one of its wooden walls... which I promptly did (I figured all's fair in love - and photography 😉).
Granted, I have absolutely zero carpentering skills, and it showed. That hole was an ugly mess: the shed's wall seemed to have had an encounter with Jack Nicholson's ax-wielding lunatic character from the film 'The Shining'. Needless to say, I was incredibly proud of my work (I mean, come on: there now was a hole where before there wasn't a hole, and it was big enough for the lens of my camera to peek through, so it was mission accomplished as far as I was concerned).
Now all I had to do was wait for the birds to discover the tree trunk. In the meantime I started to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable confrontation with my mom and go through possible explanations for that splintering hole in the wall (it was either gonna be a rabid woodpecker attack or an emergency rescue mission with a feeding tube for a little kid that had accidentally locked himself inside the shed - both seemed valid options, though I slightly preferred the locked-in kid due to the involved drama and heroism 😉).
A whole day went by, and not a single bird visited the sunflower seeds. I had expected that it might take a few hours until the first of the ever curious great tits or blue tits would show up, but given how tiny my garden is, an entire day seemed excessive. Then another day came and went: the birds kept flocking to the bread crumbs on the wall, and my tree trunk kept collecting dust. To add injury to insult, a few fresh feathers on the ground were proof that Romeo was still feasting.
It was incredibly frustrating: I provided my winged guests with a much better view - plus a higher chance of surviving the cuisine - than Signora P's place; I risked (almost) certain death at the hands of my own mother (OK, the act of vandalism on the shed I had committed for my own benefit, but still), yet the birds kept ignoring me.
Then, after three days, just before sunset, I spotted a single blue tit on the tree trunk picking away at the sunflower seeds.
When I got up the next morning I immediately realized that the loud noise that accompanies each and every tit activity had shifted from the wall to the shed. At last the dam had broken: there was a flurry of movement around the tree trunk, and I counted at least 5 different species of birds feasting on the sunflower seeds.
From day 4 onward my plan worked beautifully: the birds now indeed mostly ignored Romeo's "snack wall" and kept to the tree trunk. And yes, I was able to play peeping tom from behind the shed's wall and photograph them!! 😊
Thus, dear readers, I finally managed to produce some acceptable bird photos, and I had even saved my feathered friends from a deadly foe in the process. All through winter and spring I took advantage of my new bird hide, and in late May I started mixing some cherries with the sunflower seeds. The idea was to attract a Eurasian jay (Garrulus glandarius), and as you can see, it worked!
It took me almost three weeks and more than a few tricks to capture that clever fella, but given how long I've been rambling here already, that's a story for another day. As for my mom, she still doesn't know about the hole in the wall, so please don't snitch! 😉.
I hope you like the photo and wish you all a wonderful weekend! Many greetings from Switzerland, and as always: let me know what you think in the comments 🙏 😊 ❤!
P.S. if anyone has their own funny tale about the obstacles we photographers are prepared to overcome for a desired photo, please write it in the comments: I love such stories 😊
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Definition of REFLECT (verb): surface: show the image of something; show the existence or nature of something; think about something carefully.
A year ago, no load-bearing ice at all that winter... ~sigh~ but an early spring with backlash and snowfall the day after this picture was taken.
One of the most relaxing things for me it's to be on a big beach with no one else. Just the sound of the waves...
Today was the time of one of those moments.
Into the motion of life. The never stopping wheel of destiny and fate. Sometimes not such a linear path. Yet the freedoms we need for love and peace.
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Here the air is crystal and it could crack....
But the abyss without you, is worse than life in a maze...
I will erase every sound of my voice....
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Per ricordarci che nulla è scontato, che anche le piccole, trascurabili cose hanno il loro posto e la loro funzione nel complesso meccanismo dell'esistenza.
To remember taking nothing for granted and realize that even minor, little things have their place and importance in the existence fragile balance.
Apr 11, 2009 # 4
“Once you accept the existence of God, however you define Him, however you explain your relationship to Him, then you are caught forever with His presence in the center of all things."
Still older fossils document the genus since the Late Oligocene onwards. The genus seems to have originated in the Southern Hemisphere, in the general region of Australia. By the Pliocene, it was probably distributed worldwide:
Gallinula sp. (Early Pliocene of Hungary and Germany)
Gallinula kansarum (Late Pliocene of Kansas, USA)
Gallinula balcanica (Late Pliocene of Varshets, Bulgaria).
Gallinula gigantea (Early Pleistocene of Czech Republic and Israel)
The ancient "Gallinula" disneyi (Late Oligocene—Early Miocene of Riversleigh, Australia) has been separated as genus Australlus.
Even among non-Passeriformes, this genus has a long documented existence. Consequently, some unassigned fragmentary rail fossils might also be from moor- or native-hens. For example, specimen QM F30696, a left distal tibiotarsus piece from the Oligo-Miocene boundary at Riversleigh, is similar to but than and differs in details from "G." disneyi. It cannot be said if this bird—if a distinct species—was flightless. From size alone, it might have been an ancestor of G. mortierii (see also below).
In addition to paleosubspecies of Gallinula chloropus, the doubtfully distinct Late Pliocene to Pleistocene Gallinula mortierii reperta was described, referring to the population of the Tasmanian native-hen that once inhabited mainland Australia and became extinct at the end of the last ice age.[6] It may be that apart from climate change it was driven to extinction by the introduction of the dingo, which as opposed to the marsupial predators hunted during the day, but this would require a survival of mainland Gallinula mortierii to as late as about 1500 BC.
"G." disneyi was yet another flightless native-hen, indicative of that group's rather basal position among moorhens. Its time and place of occurrence suggest it as an ancestor of G. mortierii (reperta), from which it differed mostly in its much smaller size. However, some limb bone proportions are also strikingly different, and in any case such a scenario would require a flightless bird to change but little during some 20 million years in an environment rich in predators. As the fossils of G. disneyi as well as the rich recent and subfossil material of G. mortierii shows no evidence of such a change at all, "G." disneyi more probably represents a case of parallel evolution at an earlier date, as signified by its placement in Australlus.
Contemplating life, why are we here?
Clinging to existence on this earthly sphere
Sitting by a lake, thinking and wondering
Listening to the sound of the sky thundering
Are humans meant to contaminate the air?
Or strip the forests until they are bare
Are humans meant to kill and to maim?
Is it all part of the evolutionary game?
Maybe there really is an omnipresent god
Looking down, thinking they’re odd
I gave them a lovely planet, full of many wonders
They keep making, such elementary blunders
Like filling the oceans full of nuclear waste
Destroying the ozone layer with indecent haste
Pretending they don't see, others dying of need
Declaring wars, until the earth it does bleed
Contemplating life, why are we here?
Clinging to existence on this earthly sphere
By a lake, that is mysteriously gleaming
I stand contemplating, life's real meaning