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This is near my house in a little park at the edge of the woods. I see deer quite frequently as they roam through the neighborhood, but it's hard to have the camera with zoom lens handy since I'm usually out walking Blanca when I see them. Lately, though, I've been lugging the camera around for every walk, hoping to have another encounter with the twin fawns I saw a few days ago.
It's always somewhat doomed when you chase after a moment that has already happened. You can never get it back. But my futile search for the twin fawns has brought me some nice moments with other deer, like this young buck in the last light of the day.
(PS: Don't worry, he is not eating the toxic digitalis plant.)
The picture has notes. If you can't see them, going to lightbox and back again should do the trick. It's simply a Flickr quirk.
Zoom right in while on full screen, and roam around to discover, in detail, the extent of the damage.
The photo was taken in late November at the base of an oak tree. You can see the brown oak leaves in the top right-hand corner of the picture. These escaped the destruction while those scattered around on top of the nest had fallen after the event.
I found these 'ruins' of a nest in 2008 while walking the dogs along the river, only 100 yards from where we live. It was just a few months after my first encounter with an Asian hornet on the kitchen floor. The nest had been destroyed by local authorities in a desperate but somewhat futile attempt to curb the spread of this orangey yellow peril. The nest was virtually empty and would never have been reused!
It was this scene of utter devastation that sparked my interest in the Asian hornet. I must have taken nearly a million photos of them over the past three years. You see, if I think I've got one chance in a million of getting it right, then I do what any respectable Shadok would do and go for the million as fast as I can. So, since I haven't quite reached the million yet, there's still some hope - albeit very slight for the Gibi* that I am! :-(
* Gibi = GB (Great Briton) (ツ)
Take that little extra care my friends and many thanks for calling,
Colin ... (ツ)
Back to photo page : Out of Asia ...
Udaipur, Rajasthan, India - Lake Pichola, an ox ambles down the pathway beside the lake! The continuing atempts to erase or cover the graffiti seem futile!
#windowwednesday
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A break from the Olympic Stadium with another capture of the newly opened cube berlin located next to the Berliner Hauptbahnhof (central station). From this point of view the cube looks huge, almost like "bam, straight in-your-face!", as if it were dominating every single building there, the Hauptbahnhof included. But actually it isn't that huge and complements the architecture there in a very pleasing way. When you zoom in you can see quite many martlets above the cube's roof and also next
to the building. The martlets were there before the first tenants moved in, I'm sure they think it's their very own building ;-)
Happy Window Wednesday, Everyone!
Eine kleine Pause vom Olympiastadion. Dies ist wieder der kürzlich eröffnete cube berlin am Hauptbahnhof. Aus diesem Blickwinkel sieht der Cube riesig aus, als würde er die gesamte Architektur dort dominieren, HBF inklusive, aber vor Ort wirkt er gar nicht so riesig, im Gegenteil, er fügt sich schön in die bereits vorhandene Architektur ein. Wenn Ihr ranzoomt, könnt Ihr über dem Dach und auch an den Seiten des Gebäudes Mauersegler entdecken. Die Mauersegler waren schon da, bevor alle Mieter eingezogen waren, bestimmt glauben sie, dass der Cube ihnen gehört ;-)
"Whether we consider the individual, family, local, national or international level, peace must arise from inner peace. For example, making prayers for peace while continuing to harbor anger is futile. Training the mind and overcoming your anger is much more effective than mere prayer. Anger, hatred and jealousy never solve problems, only affection, concern and respect can do that". (Dalai Lama)
Credits: Tree: Little Branches -Wild Banyan Tree {Animated}*4Seasons @Sense Event
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Les ciels de Poësia
Je marche, sans but, sur une vaste étendue de neige sans relief
Et mon ombre me suit de près
Comme si elle était effrayée de se trouver là, avec comme seul repère
Cet arbre décharné, planté là comme un épouvantail
Face à la vastitude de l’univers.
Qui sait où ce sentier conduit?
Il n’y a rien d’humain ici
Sauf … ce ciel imaginé qui vous hypnotise.
Dans le monde imaginaire de Poësia, le ciel n’est pas au-dessus de nous, il est en nous.
Voyez-le plutôt comme un immense miroir qui réfléchit les émotions tapies dans l’âme de son créateur.
Les poètes ont écrit de bien jolis mots au sujet du ciel.
Ils le décrivent, avec lyrisme, comme « un océan bleuté à l’envers du monde »
Ou comme « la robe dont s’habillent le jour et la nuit ».
Mais les ciels de Poësia ne sont sont pas des réalités physiques
Comme cette voûte étoilée qui guidait, jadis, les voyageurs.
Les ciels de Poësia sont un langage, une émotion traduisant la sérénité ou la colère, la douceur ou la force, la peur ou la confiance.
En visitant Poësia, ne cherchez pas de futiles repères dans ces ciels improbables
Essayez plutôt de les ressentir…
Qui sait où ce sentier conduit?
Seul le temps le sait
Je vous le dis en toute confiance.
Patrice photographiste
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Skies of Poësia
I walk aimlessly over a vast expanse of snow without relief
And my shadow follows me closely
As if she was afraid of being there, with only one point of reference,
This emaciated tree, planted there like a scarecrow
Faced with the vastness of the universe.
Who knows where this path leads?
There is nothing human here
Except ... this imaginary sky that mesmerizes you
In the imaginary world of Poësia, the sky is not above us, it is within us.
See it rather as a huge mirror that reflects the emotions lurking in the soul of its creator.
Poets have written very nice words about the sky.
They describe it, with lyricism, as "a blue ocean on the other side of the world"
Or like "the dress that we wear day and night".
But the skies of Poësia are not physical realities
Like that starry vault that once ago guided travellers.
The skies of Poësia are a language, an emotion translating serenity or anger, gentleness or strength, fear or confidence.
While visiting Poësia, do not look for futile landmarks in these improbable skies
Rather try to feel them ...
Who knows where this path leads?
Only time knows
I tell you that with confidence.
Patrice photographiste
♫ MEG MYERS - HTIS (Ft. Luna Shadows & Carmen Vandenberg) ♫
I am learning more as I'm dying
I'm more sensitive and more emotional
And as I look inside myself I'm finding
This is spiritual
Ashes slowly rising
From the undertow
Fight or flight, I'm lightning
I've been hiding that I'm sexual
So now you know
I've been hiding that I'm sexual
So now you know
I've been hiding that I'm sexual
As I awaken this curiosity
I embrace myself, every part of me
I have been hiding my body
To protect my soul
All these insecurities
I've been hiding that I'm sexual
So now you know
I've been hiding that I'm sexual
So now you know
I've been hiding that I'm sexual
We Are The Borg
We will add your Biological And
Technoligical Distinctiveness To
Our Own. Your Culture Will Adapt
To Service Us. Resistance Is Futile.
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Un million de soleils
Je fais de la photographie … pas vraiment pour reproduire la réalité visuelle qui nous entoure, mais d’abord et avant tout, pour créer des univers imaginaires que j’aime habiter…
Ce sont… des mondes imaginés où des millions de soleils peuvent briller en même temps; ou alors des univers impensables (fantasy worlds) qui font paraître le grand fleuve auprès duquel je suis né, comme un poème glacé à la chaleur infinie; parfois aussi, des rivages improbables qui nous convient à la découverte de nos océans intérieurs.
Vous pourriez penser qu’il s’agit de non-sens, de fantaisies futiles. Mais, dites-moi, que seraient nos vies sans la lumière d’un million de soleils imaginaires?
Patrice photographiste
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A Million Suns
I do photography. . . not really to reproduce the visual reality that surrounds us, but first and foremost, to create imaginary universes that I love to live in...
They are. . . imaginary worlds where millions of suns could shine all the time; or else, unthinkable worlds that make the great river next to where I was born, appear like an iced poem of infinite warmth; sometimes also, improbable shores that suit us to discover our inner oceans.
You might think it's nonsense, futile fantasies. But, tell me, what would our lives be without the light of a million imaginary suns?
Patrice photographiste
Life’s a waiting game
When we gonna see that life is happening?
And that every single body bleeding on its knees is an abomination
And every natural being is making communication
And we’re just sparks, tiny parts of a bigger constellation
We’re miniscule molecules that make up one body
You see the tragedy and pain of a person that you’ve never met
Is present in your nightmares, in your pull towards despair
And the sickness of the culture, and the sickness in our hearts
Is a sickness that’s inflicted by this distance that we share
Now, it was our bombs that started this war
And now it rages far away
So we dismiss all its victims as strangers
But they’re parents and children made dogs by the danger
Existence is futile, so we don’t engage
But it was our boats that sailed, killed, stole, and made frail
It was our boots that stamped
It was our courts that jailed
And it was our fuckin’ banks that got bailed
It was us who turned bleakly away
Looked back down at our nails and our wedding plans
In the face of a full-force gale, we said
“Well, it’s not up to us to make this place a better land
It’s not up to us to make this place a better land.”
Justice, justice, recompense, humility
Trust is, trust is something we will never see
Till love is unconditional
The myth of the individual has left us disconnected, lost, and pitiful
Amsterdam - Nieuwezijds Voorburgwal - Café Scheltema
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You need a haircut ;)
#MacroMonday
#Redux
#Brush
#High Key (sort of)
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I've missed so many themes in 2020, so there was plenty to choose from – but the "Brush" theme from March actually wasn't on top of my list of what to do for Redux at all; in fact when I flipped through my "MM 2020" folder I even noticed that I'd skipped the theme already back in March: So how should I be able to come up with a nice photo just now?
Well, first of all there is this new brush that I've just bought and which is still in it's "virgin" state, because I thought I'd take a macro of it before I start using it in undoubtely futile attempts at taming my by now totally come apart haircut. So far, so boring. And I really thought that the first few test shots were kind of boring, until... well, until I looked at them on the monitor and noticed this perfectly sharp reflection of the bristles in the round tip of one single bristle (which is only 3 mm / 0,11 inches long). Something I hadn't even noticed while taking the photo.
Unfortunately, this first chance hit wasn't such a well composed image, because the in focus bristles are not where one would like to see them (rule of thirds), so I tried to reproduce the reflection. Have you ever used a magnifying glass to check your camera screen? This is what I did. And while I managed to get sharper, better composed images, I wasn't able to reproduce that clear and sharp reflection; I got reflections, but they never looked as nice and bright as the one(s) I got in my first attempt. So I decided to go with what I already had, clumsy composition or not. I thought about cropping the image, but that would have taken away the nice bokeh and golden sheen (light reflected by a piece of golden tinfoil) from the upper part of my image. What I also like are those "eyes" on the bristle tips, although they seem to say "Forget it, you'll never get your hair right!" ;)
HMM, Everyone! I wish you a Happy, Healthy New Year. Let's hope 2021 will be a better year than 2020. Stay safe and take care!
So if four pencils w/erasers looked good, 77 would look even better. At least that's what I was thinking as I was crafting up an idea for the group, "Looking close... on Friday!" with the theme "Eraser". After I organized the pencils into neat rows, my first thought was that they looked like some kind of choir; yeah a choir, that would be good, "The Singing Pencils", I liked that. Looked like this week was going to be a piece of cake. Then, without warning and quite unexpectedly, this innocent assemblage of pencils started to look like your typical alien invasion and I could hear one proclaiming, "Planet Earth, Resistance is Futile" I'm sure the pencil heard that line while monitoring our airwaves and for the life of me I can't place the line, Star Trek, Dr. Who, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, OK, maybe that line is used a lot, maybe even by you and me at different times. Perhaps it originated in Arthur J. Burks’s (1930) Monsters of Moyen, I don't know. All this led me to my current dilemma of what to title this group of pencils (w/erasers of course because that's the theme). It was about this time that the thought bubbles popped into my head and here we are! I will leave the final decision to the viewer, I just can't decide...
BTW: Do you know how to stop an invasion of alien pencils?
ANSWER: Send them crossword puzzles with mistakes.
Taken at Tamala Park Conservation area near joondalup. I walked into this place. The paths were all overgrown which is a good sign dogwalkers havent been around for a while. The sand was beautiful and undisturbed, except by the wind. This plant is probably trying to establish itself in these moving sands. It is probably futile but its moment in the sun is glorious (literally and metaphorically). Every day is different here due to the shifting dunes and relentless wind. I love this place. Its good for the soul to be here alone and away from humanity. :-)
The perch is raising his dorsal fin in an effort to discourage the Great Crested Grebe from swallowing it. A futile effort, as it turned out. Water fowl always swallow fish head first to minimize damage from those spiky fins.
I must be watching too much Star Trek!
My husband ordered a bunch of electronic supplies online and when they arrived, I was almost as excited as he was, because they are so cool to photograph.
In case any of you couldn't tell by my title, these are called resistors.
Branching Out..
The first snowfall in January was a pleasant surprise as the weather was quite warm and the snow fell for the better part of the morning letting up in the afternoon. we made our way to Heart lake,
This photo of a big gnarly old tree looks like some strange monster hunched over and reaching out to the frozen lake, trying to trap those innocents who would unwittingly pass by.... or so i imagined in my futile but slightly twisted mind.
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Not much of a selfie guy but ‘Resistance is Futile’
Inspired and meeting an unspoken rapturous challenge of sorts it seems
Catwalks along through the tall sea cliff grass making my way to Barton, leaps over the fence and patrols the inner boundary leaving my scent and markings behind in strategic locations…. Finds a cozy warm spot smothered in sunshine under a tree in the Fantasy Dome and purrrrrrrrrs while catnapping with one eye open
This bald eagle is drying off after diving into Leech Lake in a futile try to take a fish. It's not often that they miss like this.
This is on the Northern side of the Vattenfall Power Station, I was here before when I took this...
This was the location where my D3400 decided to die on me, before investing in the D5600. The photo above is a few yards down the road on the same side, I was playing around with the Hue when I noticed this distinct alien green colour, so I enhanced the saturation and thus got this shade that instantly reminded me of the Borg Cube from the latter day Star Trek with Patrick Stewart before the PC brigade ruined Star Trek for everyone! As was understandably noted, the Borg was perhaps the most terrifying villains in the Star Trek saga, we all know the quote...
" We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender your ships. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile."
So you could say this is colour is Borg Green. Oh and if you're wondering about the title, I took it from those annoying Garnier adverts that always ended by their slogan, "Formulated by Laboratire Garnier." My version is far more interesting!!
I hope everyone's week gets off to a great start and so as always, thank you! :)
.... the sheep are taken down from the higher ground to the lower land at lambing time. An interesting feature of this landscape is that in the middle ground you can still clearly see the outline of what were known as Lazy Beds. In Famine time when the potato crop in lower areas was being destroyed by potato blight people moved higher up - often into areas with little or no soil, and unsuitable for tillage - trying desperately to grow enough potatoes to feed their families. The hope was that their might be no blight on the higher ground. Sadly they were wrong. Their futile efforts at cultivation still mark the landscape in many areas such as this in West Mayo, one of the areas worst hit in famine times (Circa 1847).
cuz I'm totally gonna find you and get you *winks* and like you wanna resist me anyways hehehe
Pose: Diversion - Cyber War Poses - Pose 1
Naturally Naughty Studios: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Coast%20of%20Passion/164/2...
Pulling on to the drive after a photographically futile wander along the Erewash canal, we saw this fine specimen on perched on the fence and surveying our garden - waiting to swoop on one of the small birds that we feed throughout the year.
It worths continuing to try to fix something you love.
As futile as it may seem, κeep trying.
Listen to your heart, nothing else.
Pose by me
A few traces of blue canvas still adorn this decaying Rockford area barn in what was a futile attempt to slow its decay many years ago. It is the last remaining structure of a once proud farm that was probably sold off for land development many years ago. Progress has its price...
HSS everyone!
...Said everyone's favourite Borg Seven of Nine after smoking some... No, no, not what you think ;) But this semi-translucent, lavender-coloured fluorite, which consists of many cubic shaped crystals with many #corners, has always reminded me of a Borg cube. Albeit a rather psychedelic, flower power, rock'n'roll-type of Borg cube, because the way the cubic crystals are shaped and arranged also conveys a certain kind of cheerful chaos. And lavender also definitely isn't your typical Borg colour. Which makes this a peace and love hippie Borg cube :)
Explored January 10, 2022
Photographed with the M.Zuiko 30mm F3.5 macro lens, the 60mm's little brother. Unlike the 60mm, which is a "true" macro lens with a 1:1 magnification, the 30mm gives you a magnification of 1,25 (2,5 in the MFT world). The fantastic Laowa 50mm Ultra Macro lens offers even more magnification (Goodbye extension tubes!), and it's still on my list, but Olympus – or rather OM System, as the company is called now – had a lens promotion, so I was able to get this already very affordable lens literally dirt-cheap, so I went for it. It's not a pro lens like the 60mm, it's all plastic, no weather sealing etc., but it supports the in-camera focus stacking function, and together with the 16mm extension tube and the Raynox DCR-250 close-up lens (which I've both used for this shot) it's only as long as the 60mm without any extensions. And last, but not least, the image quality is excellent, too. Of course it won't replace my trusty 60mm, but it's a great addititon to it with its extra magnification (and the length of this technical description gives away that I still had to justify the purchase for myself, because Santa had already brought me another new lens). The minimum focusing distance is a mere 14 cm (5,51 inches) which means that you can get really close to your photographic subject, and with extension tubes and close-up lens mounted that focusing distance shrinks considerably once again. In fact, for this image I was so close that the Raynox close-up lens actually touched the upper part of the fluorite. Soft light from above prevented shading from the lens (to which it is prone also without extensions due to the super short focusing distance). OK, enough tech talk, more info on the programmes used for post processing is in the tags ;)
P.S. Thank you wolli s for the tip to slightly oil the subject after dusting it to keep it lint-free, it works!
Happy Macro Monday, Everyone, have a nice week ahead, and stay safe!
I'll catch up with you tonight!
Sunset at Polo Beach, Maui, Hawai'i
Bathed in warmth
and light
and hope
Fleeting moments
gone too soon
A futile grasp,
they fade away
Leaving only wisps
of dreams
in gilded memories
Romans 1:21
New International Version
21 For although they knew God, they neither glorified him as God nor gave thanks to him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened.
These amazing Dryad's saddles sure get your attention out in the woods these days. Often called the pheasant back mushroom for the feather-like markings on its cap, this edible mushroom can save a futile afternoon spent trying to find the more famous morels since it is much more common and easier to see. Though they don't melt in your mouth like the buttery morel they are still a much better option than store-bought mushrooms as a supper side dish.
Scattered...
From life to death, everything has its season and everything has its time, though ever so brief. our time here is but a vapour, a mist that is here today and gone tomorrow. At times life seems so futile and insignificant. yet there is one to whom your life is more precocious than gold.
Take time to remember we are all significant and valuable in his eyes.
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We will assimilate you. This is my AVI sooo
Skin
-Nivaro- 'Harley' Fantasy Edition Appliers - Golden Drow - (For Catwa and Signature)
Parts: (Gachas)
ANTINATURAL[+] Metamorphose2077 / Bodysuit / PURPLE / SG
ANTINATURAL[+] Metamorphose2077 / Cruz Choker / TEAL
ANTINATURAL[+] Metamorphose2077 / Cybersnorkels / BLACK
ANTINATURAL[+] Metamorphose2077 / Helpmet / BLACK
ANTINATURAL[+] Metamorphose2077 / Spinal Inputs / BLACK / SG
ANTINATURAL[+] Metamorphose2077 / Watcher Mask / BLACK
FOXCITY. SkinFX - Volume I (Boxed HUD. Wear me)
Charging Station (Gacha)
ANTINATURAL[+] Metamorphose2077 / Charging Station / TEAL
This scenario has repeated over and over for the past several years. A juvenile Cooper’s hawk will land on the backyard fence, and the grey squirrels seem to consider it to be an opportunity to play a game of chicken. A squirrel will approach the hawk until it is within inches. In previous years the hawks would just stare or even turn their heads and ignore the harassment, but this year’s young hawk tried, albeit unsuccessfully, to nab a squirrel.