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The skies looked pretty innocent when I headed out to the local road end. When I got there the wind was howling and the skies were spitting rain. I had to touch up the photo a bit to remove some rain drops. The best photos seem to come when you least expect it.
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After 10 days of gloomy weather I expected more of the same on the first day of my weekend, Fri 4.24, however it turned out to be a spectacular day. As luck would have it I had chores to do and wouldn’t be able to get out for any pictures until Saturday. Looking at the weather forecasts it appeared I might be in luck as my weather app was showing another day of clear skies. As it turns out that is exactly what happened. After waking up and finishing up my final chores and did some checking and discovered the south freight out of Fairbanks was running very late. The train was re-crewed at Hurricane, MP 281.4, and had departed at 0830. It was currently 0915 and my goal was to catch the train at MP 206.4 as they emerged from the woods with Denali standing tall in the background. I live in South Anchorage, roughly at MP 105, so I needed to go north 101 miles before the freight traveled the 76 miles south to arrive at the same destination. By the time I left my house it was 0920. It was a calculated risk but I was fairly confident I could beat the train here. I also knew the train had to traverse a few slow orders so that was in my favor. Luck was on my side, but just barely, I arrived at my desired location at 1100 and the train rolled past at 1105. Pretty good timing I say. As this was the only train on the system, I headed for home. Of course that was the same direction the train was heading so I was able to capture a few more shots along the way. This shot shows Denali and Hunter with the train. Earlier I posted a shot with just Denali and the train. I think I like this shot a bit better. At 20’308 tall Denali stands tall and dominates the background.in either view.
After a very slow start the butterflies started to show themselves just before lunch. As expected the numbers were less than on previous years visits.
Sliding into to the New Year with best wishes for a happy and healthy 2017 for all of my Flickr friends, and a sincere thank you for all of your wonderful support in 2016!
Happy New Year and HSS!
I'll still be on break from Flickr for a while after today, friends, but expect to be back on a more regular basis soon.
Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.
We're expecting lots of rain tomorrow, and a flood watch has also been issued for our area for tomorrow because we are expected to be in the outer rainbands of Hurricane Idalia which is hitting Florida tonight and then passing on through to southern Georgia and South and North Carolina.
Our biggest concern for tomorrow, with all the rain, is trees falling and knocking down power lines. No power means no Flickr. And just not sure how long I can go without that!?!
So, right now we're trying to be chill, like Frodo here, and enjoy our air-conditioning, lights, and all the good things that come with power. LOL!
As I setup my equipment on the shore of Lake James yesterday thirty minutes before sunrise, I began to permit myself to get excited at the prospects of the possibility of a dramatic, vibrant show of dawn colors on the clouds before me. A hint of pastel pinks began to show on the grey, dull clouds overhead, causing me to hurry, composing my shot as well as making my camera settings in anticipation of what I expected to happen. Standing in the below freezing wind blowing off the lake, enjoying the constant changing of light and color as the sunlight rose above the horizon, and creep down the slopes of Linville Mountain beyond the lake…
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At Manly beach. A king tide. Surfers were expected. They slept in. Later the beach closed for bad weather. Oh well. Definitely need a long lens or extension to get closer up. That's the North Steyne Surf Life Saving Club in the background.
des Cafés des Kunstpalastes in Düsseldorf ...
move quickly, otherwise you will at least get wet ... !
"I'm gonna go out to run and let myself get absolutely soaking wet ... amen and hallelujah ..."
diesen Kommentar habe ich heute Morgen Petra geschrieben und er passt auch hier ...
In Germany, we can speak of a comprehensive weather record since 1881. Since this period, there has never been a year as rainy as 2024.
Flooding of large areas is accumulating and causing major damage (throughout Europe) and causing people to die ...
The severe hurricane "Beryl" has made its way through the Caribbean. According to the US hurricane center NHC, it has been downgraded to the second-highest category 4. Accordingly, the hurricane with wind speeds of up to 250 kilometers per hour is now just below the threshold for category 5.
Never before has there been a hurricane of this strength so early.
Normally there are around 6 hurricanes in the season. This time, meteorologists are expecting up to 13 cyclones.
The seas are too hot. How long will it stay like this?
And in the US, voters are ready to elect a liar and criminal and climate change denier like Donald Trump, whose plans to dismantle democracy have long been known. I'd rather vote for a Biden, even in the ICU, because he has a passable surrogate.
I can no longer understand our friends, the Americans, at the moment.
In Deutschland kann man von einer Flächendeckenden Wetteraufzeichnung seit 1881 sprechen. Seit diesem Zeitraum gab es noch nie ein so regenreiches Jahr, wie 2024.
Überflutungen von großen Flächenbereichen häufen sich und richten große Schäden an (in ganz Europa) und lassen Menschen sterben ...
Der schwere Hurrikan "Beryl" hat sich auf seinem Weg durch die Karibik begeben. Wie das US-Hurrikanzentrum NHC mitteilte, wurde er zur zweithöchsten Kategorie 4 heruntergestuft. Demnach liegt der Wirbelsturm mit Windgeschwindigkeiten von bis zu 250 Kilometern pro Stunde nun knapp unterhalb der Schwelle zur Kategorie 5.
Noch nie gab es so früh einen Wirbelsturm dieser Stärke.
Normalerweise gibt es ca. 6 Wirbelstürme in der Saison. Diesmal rechnen die Meteorologen mit bis zu 13 Wirbelstürmen.
Die Meere sind zu aufgeheizt. Wie lange wird das so bleiben?
Und in den USA sind die Wähler bereit einen Lügner und Kriminellen und Klimaveränderungs-Leugner wie Donald Trump zu wählen, dessen Pläne, die Demokratie aufzulösen längst bekannt sind. Da würde ich lieber einen Biden, selbst auf der Intensiv-Station wählen, denn der hat eine passable Stellvertreterin.
Ich kann unsere Freunde, die Amerikaner, im Moment nicht verstehen.
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The Tylisian army marched along the small road that led from the coast to the city of Alezaria, expecting no resistance until they reached the walls of the town. They were spread out in an orderly column which would later prove to be their demise...
As the Tylisians approached the tiny village of Paphos, they spotted a small squadron of Pierian militia troops in evident retreat towards the town. The Tylisians did not want to let them escape to Alezaria and help bolster the defenses! The Tylisian Commander, Parnassus Ephialtes, quickly ordered an attack in order to engage the small group of the enemy!
Little did they know that two legions of Pierian soldiers were hiding behind the houses of Paphos…
As the Tylisian column swept into the town after the small band of men, the head of the Tylisian force was ambushed on all sides by the Pierians as the militia turned round and counterattacked!
In the rear the Tylisians were suddenly harassed by Pierian archers as a large group of hoplites closed in on their left!
Nearly a third of the Tylisian hoplites were unable to reach the enemy as both the flanks were butchered!
In less than an hour, the crushing Pierian victory was compete. Two of the five Archons of Tylis were killed in the fighting, one Archon, the last in this army, survived. Yes, Archon Bonacellus had joined the invasion force and was now a prisoner of Legate Mark. On the Pierian side the casualties were small but Legate Numerius had perished in the fighting. Numerius’ tribune, Lugustrum immediately took command until the Senate could ratify a new Legate.
Now Tylis was put on the defensive and the state’s continued existence remained in doubt.
To Be Continued!
And here Pieria shall take a pause. Space shall continue until further notice. ;)
UP YPR60B departs for Cragin after finishing its work at the Tribune and Blommer. The U-Haul facility on the right has been vacated for redevelopment around the future site of Bally's Casino. The Tribune is expected to vacate the Freedom Center by July meaning that rail shipments will end sometime before that.
Expecting the Saint Paul Turn to make their usual late morning arrival, turns out it was a DDG train first. They must have been told to wait at Hopkins until this train passed, so they were way later than usual getting to St Paul. At least the ACe was leading.
The Dunnock is similar in size to the House Sparrow or Robin but they tend to be a little sleeker with a finer bill. The plumage is a bit dull being a mixture of grey on the head and chest and brown elsewhere. The upperparts and the flank are streaked with warm brown tones. You usually find Dunnocks foraging on the ground or shuffling about in their search for food and their tails always seem to be moving nervously. The breeding behaviour is a little different than you would expect by that I mean one female bird will mate with two male birds, the male bird pecks at the cloaca to remove any sperm from the female before mating themselves to ensure that the baby chick is theirs, and because of this neither male knows who the father is of each chick so they are both happy to supply food for her chicks which usually number around five or so. Young birds have olive brown eyes and these develop into a stunning mahogany red colour around December in their first year.
Visitors to Morano can expect to be transported to an era where the pace of life was dictated by the ringing of church bells and the rhythm of artisanal crafts. The town's atmosphere is charged with a magical quality, almost as if time has stood still, allowing modern-day explorers to soak in the rich cultural heritage that permeates every corner. These narrow, winding pathways, some chiseled into the very rock, ascend steeply, weaving through a tightly-knit tapestry of homes, religious edifices, and historical structures. The town's layout is a marvel of medieval urban planning, with houses, churches, monasteries, arches, portals, underpasses, stairways, and squares all interlocking in an intimate dance of stone and history. Whether you're a history enthusiast, an architecture aficionado, or simply in search of Italy's lesser-known locales, Morano Calabro offers an experience that is as enriching as it is visually stunning.
I took this on Sept 21rst 2023 with my D850 and Nikon 28-300mm f3.5-5.6 at 36mm, 1/250s, f5.6, ISO 72 processed in LR, PS +Lumenzia ,Topaz, and DXO
Lily likes to push her tennis ball under the furniture, then she looks at me and expects me to get down on my hands and knees and get it out for her and, of course, I do.
For my friend NatuurfotoRien/Rien in Holland, who loves corvids.
I had this odd notion that when I retire I would carve a totem pole, and so over the years, I learned more and more about northwest coast art, culture, and carving. One of the pieces I studied was this - a huge cedar sculpture carved by the great sculptor, Bill Reid, to whom the telling of this ancient story is credited.
Bill Reid was a Haida indian (Haida is their word for “human”). The Haida tribe lives in the Queen Charlotte Islands off the coast of northern Canada (below Alaska), in a special place they call Haida Gwaii. Bill is widely credited for reviving the arts of the northwest coast - he was an amazing sculptor. I am disappointed I will never meet him.
The northwest coast tribes have many gods - all animals. Raven is the Haida equivalent of “fox”. Tricky, playful, smart, inquisitive - these are all qualities of Raven, whose play and trickery created the stars in the sky, the sun, the ocean and man.
The man-size (literally) sculpture is inside the University of British Columbia museum in Vancouver, Canada. When it was installed, Bill had the children of Haida Gwaii come to the installation - each with bottles of sand from the beach at Haida Gwaii, so Raven, could be installed in his native soil.
Here is his telling of their genesis myth - one of the most sacred stories in Haida culture:
The Story of the Raven Creating Man by Bill Reid
The great flood which had covered the earth for so long had receded, and even the thin strip of sand now called Rose Spit, stretching north from Naikun village lay dry. The Raven had flown there to gorge himself on the delicacies left by the receding water, so for once he wasn't hungry. But his other appetites - lust, curiosity and the unquenchable itch to meddle and provoke things, to play tricks on the world and its creatures - these remained unsatisfied.
He had recently stolen the light from the old man who kept it hidden in a box in his house in the middle of the darkness, and had scattered it throughout the sky. The new light spattered the night with stars and waxed and wane in the shape of the moon. And it dazzled the day with a single bright shining which lit up the long beach that curved from the spit beneath Raven's feet westward as far as Tao Hill. Pretty as it was, it looked lifeless and so to the Raven quite boring. He gave a great sigh, crossed his wings behind his back and walked along the sand, his shiny head cocked, his sharp eyes and ears alert for any unusual sight or sound. Then taking to the air, he called petulantly out to the empty sky. To his delight, he heard an answering cry - or to describe it more closely, a muffled squeak.
At first he saw nothing, but as he scanned the beach again, a white flash caught his eye, and when he landed he found at his feet, buried in the sand, a gigantic clamshell. When he looked more closely still, he saw that the shell was full of little creatures cowering in terror of his enormous shadow.
Well, here was something to break the monotony of his day. But nothing was going to happen as long as the tiny things stayed in the shell, and they certainly weren't coming out in their present terrified state. So the Raven leaned his great head close to the shell, and with the smooth trickster's tongue that had got him into and out of so many misadventures during his troubled and troublesome existence, he coaxed and cajoled and coerced the little creatures to come out and play in his wonderful, shiny new world. As you know the Raven speaks in two voices, one harsh and strident, and the other, which he used now, a seductive bell-like croon which seems to come from the depths of the sea, or out of the cave where the winds are born. It is an irresistible sound, one of the loveliest sounds in the world. So it wasn't long before one and then another of the little shell-dwellers timidly emerged. Some of them immediately scurried back when they saw the immensity of the sea and the sky, and the overwhelming blackness of the Raven. But eventually curiosity overcame caution and all of them had crept or scrambled out. Very strange creatures they were: two-legged like the Raven, but there the resemblance ended. They had no glossy feathers, no thrusting beak. Their skin was pale, and they were naked except for the long black hair on their round, flat-featured heads. Instead of strong wings, they had thin stick-like appendages that waved, and fluttered constantly. They were the original Haidas, the first humans.
For a long time the Raven amused himself with his new playthings, watching them as they explored their much expanded-world. Sometimes they helped one another in their new discoveries. Just as often, they squabbled over some novelty they found on the beach. And the Raven taught them some clever tricks, at which they proved remarkably adept. But the Raven's attention span was brief, and he grew tired of his small companions. For one thing, they were all males. He had looked up and down the beach for female creatures, hoping to make the game more interesting, but females were nowhere to be found. He was about to shove the now tired, demanding and quite annoying little creatures back into their shell and forget about them when suddenly - as happens so often with the Raven - he had an idea.
He picked up the men, and in spite of their struggles and cries of fright he put them on his broad back, where they hid themselves among his feathers. Then the Raven spread his wings and flew to North Island. the tide was low, and the rocks, as he had expected, were covered with those large but soft-lipped molluscs known as red chitons. The Raven shook himself gently, and the men slid down his back to the sand. The he flew to the rock and with his strong beak pried a chiton from its surface.
Now, if any of you have ever examined the underside of a chiton, you may begin to understand what the Raven had in his libidinous, devious mind. He threw back his head and flung the chiton at the nearest of the men. His aim was as unerring as only a great magician's can be, and the chiton found its mark in the delicate groin of the startled, shell-born creature. There the chiton attached itself firmly. Then as sudden as spray hitting the rocks from a breaking wave, a shower of chitons broke over the wide-eyed humans, as each of the open-mouthed shellfish flew inexorably to its target.
Nothing quite like this had ever happened to the men. They had never dreamed of such a thing during their long stay in the clamshell. They were astounded, embarrassed, confused by a rush of new emotions and sensations. They shuffled and squirmed, uncertain whether it was pleasure or pain they were experiencing. They threw themselves down on the beach, where a great storm seemed to break over them, followed just as suddenly by a profound calm. One by one the chitons dropped off. The men staggered to their feet and headed slowly down the beach, followed by the raucous laughter of the Raven, echoing all the way to the great island to the north which we now call Prince of Wales.
That first troop of male humans soon disappeared behind the nearest headland, passing out of the games of the Raven and the story of humankind. Whether they found their way back to the shell, or lived out their lives elsewhere, or perished in the strange environment in which they found themselves, nobody remembers, and perhaps nobody cares. They had played their roles and gone their way.
Meanwhile the chitons had made their way back to the rock, where they attached themselves as before. But they too had been changed. As high tide followed low and the great storms of winter gave way to the softer rains and warm sun of spring, the chitons grew and grew, many times larger than their kind had ever been before. Their jointed shells seemed about to fly apart from the enormous pressure within them. And one day a huge wave swept over the rock, tore them from their footholds and carried them back to the beach. As the water receded and the warm sun dried the sand, a great stirring began among the chitons. From each emerged a brown skinned, black-haired human. This time there were both males and females among them, and the Raven could begin his greatest game: the one that still goes on.
They were no timid shell-dwellers these, but children of the wild coast, born between the sea and land, challenging the strength of the stormy North Pacific and wresting from it rich livelihood. Their descendants built on its beaches the strong, beautiful homes of the Haidas and embellished them with the powerful heraldic carvings that told of the legendary beginnings of great families, all the heros and heroines and the gallant beasts and monsters who shaped their world and their destinies. For many generations they grew and flourished, built and created, fought and destroyed, living according to the changing seasons and the unchanging rituals of their rich and complex lives.
It's nearly over now. Most of the villages are abandoned, and those which have not entirely vanished lie in ruins. The people who remain are changed. The sea has lost much of its richness, and great areas of land itself lie in waste. Perhaps it's time the Raven started looking for another clamshell.
Monday morning wake up knowing that youve got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says its right out of the blue
Do you went to work in debenhams, because thats what they expect
Start in lingerie, and doris is your supervisor
And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
For careers you say you went to be remembered for your art
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
Making life-size models of the velvet underground in clay
In the queue for lunch they take the piss, youve got no appetite
And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
While your cleaning up the mess the teachers looking up your skirt
Youve been used, youre confused
Write a song, Ill sing along
Are you calm? settle down
Soon you will know that you are sane
Youre on top of the world again
Monday morning wake up knowing that youve got to go to school
Mum said she had little choice when she was young, so why should you?
Do you went to work in c&a, cause thats what they expect
Move to ladieswear and take a feel off joe the storeman
Tell veronica the secrets of the boy you never kissed
Shes got everything to gain cause shes a fat girl with a lisp
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
cause you cant afford a blazer and youre always wearing clogs
At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room
Heed of english gets you, asks you, what the hell do you think youre doing?
Do you think youre better then the other kids? well get outside.
Youve got permission, but youve got to make the bastard think hes right
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I got out of school early today to go to an orthodontist appointment to make a date to get my braces off!
I'm getting them off in 6 weeks :]
Very exciting. Which means theyll be off by HALLOWEEN! :D
I just have to wear 6 rubber bands for 6 weeks straight :p
Whatever, its worth it :]
Flying directly above me at the Mesquite Sand Dunes at Death Valley National Park. I shot it with my 100mm macro lens, not expecting to see birds that day.
Opening party for the April 2019 exhibition @ Nitroglobus
Starts at 21 hrs Amsterdam time (= 12 pm SLT).
Yeah, I took into account the fact that Summertime in Europe starts on this day.
Music by DJ Ferdy
More info will follow very soon.
Dido Haas
as my 365 project keeps on going, i'll start posting some random pictures i made in the last days. meanwhile, i'll also keep on posting some random pictures of my irish road trip.
it will take a few days to make some order in my photostream
256/365
Take a photo every day in 2012 no restrictions no exceptions
As expected there was just a light covering of snow, in fact at the other end of the street it was raining with everything in between, Over night we didn't have the carpet of snow so there's no "Last Snow Ever To Fall In Yardley Wood" contribution.
Leaves a lot to ignore.
Dance of the Clairvoyants, P.J.
These lyrics are a good reminder that when we only strive to seek things that are perfect we miss out on so much. Snowflakes are rarely the perfect beauties that we see as Christmas ornaments. But they have so much to offer in their "imperfect" beauty. This heavily rimed plate is quite stunning despite, and maybe even because of, its imperfections.
I was sent to Paisley to work this week so I took my camera of course..... put some feelers out and Ian said about climbing up here.......so we climbed this hill from the car park its 475mtrs/1500feet high. and took just over an hour to climb because I'm so unfit.... I only made the peak about 5-10 minutes before sunset and set up! I was expecting the walk down to be easier.... OMG its harder getting down than up! my legs were like jelly at the bottom and I had trouble driving
but was it worth it.... EVERY aching muscle it was....
We've been expecting you...... :-) my previous post wasn't creepy enough for me, shoulda waited for another day. Inspired by wilbur, karen, and peddlehead I had to dig some neglect out. :-)
this is the garage behind the house in yesterday's post, it might be even more scary than the residence. :-)
With withdrawal expected soon 55 year old 86637 and 86622 are seen leading 4L97 Trafford Park-Felixstowe south between Baldwins Gates and Stableford - 30/05/2020
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to photograph a glass of wine from above turned out more difficult than i expected. i wish i could do better
Sheep, Westerhever, North Frisia.
Captured in the morning of the hottest day ever in Germany.
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Schaf bei Sonnenaufgang, Nähe Westerhever, Nordfriesland.
Aufgenommen am Morgen des heißesten Tages seit Beginn der Wetteraufzeichnung.
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Lakeshore Park, Newark, CA. This mating pair is expecting four chicks, or as it's better known in the colony, "the usual number." The male is the larger of the two.
I did not expect something else this morning: two borrowed UP units on the westbound Rocky Mountaineer. I guess the RMRX GP40-3s are in for maintenance. At 10:38 a.m., the luxury train is passing over Colorado Highway 72 at the mouth of Coal Creek Canyon. This location is at mile 23 (from Denver) just railroad east of Plain siding on UP's Moffat Tunnel Subdivision. Photo by Joe McMillan, August 3, 2022, units 4420 and 3814, 10 cars.