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I love the calm that a cat exudes! A little bit of this could do each of us good to slow down the day sometimes!
This little figure reminded me of George Michael so in honour of him I've named it after one of his songs. :)
Created for the Vivid Art Group Contest Vivid New Energy
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This little fast moving cutie paused for a few seconds! It is a sport to follow these little ones around as they move from branch to branch. A Golden-crowned Kinglet foraging for insects in the moss and lichens. Photo taken at Washougal River Greenway Trail.
Fast forward 6 years from yesterdays post and the yellow and black of the SLR is now taking over the former Grand Trunk. SLR M420 3569 is in charge today setting out the local power SLR GP9 #64. On a trip that SDC and I did back in 1999, the sunny days the CN painted MLW's lead, on the dark overcast days the SLR yellow M420's lead... our luck I guess.
Scanned from a slide K64 Canon A-1
I'm still on a quest to catch one of these little welcome swallows at the moment it dips into the water. I'm slowly getting closer! I still haven't figured out whether they are just having a quick dip to bathe or are just grabbing a very quick drink. Either way, it is very entertaining to sit and watch them.
Happy Wing Wednesday!
How fast do we forget?
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Recently I've been spending time photographing this summer visitor. I've been trying to get inflight shots of them skimming for fish. So far I have not been able to get any images the make the grade. They are fast and maneuverable fliers!
For now, here's a portrait shot.
I'll keep working on the action images!
A few months ago I was walking in a forest near the Naarderlake when I heard a lot of rustling going on around me. And then suddenly I saw a large group of bank voles running around, the first time that I ever saw that sort of spectacle.
But goodness how fast they were and how unpredictable. They popped up everywhere, but also they hid under leaves, went into little holes in the ground, and came up in a completely different place.
I felt like a predator not knowing were to look or on what animal to focus so most of the shots I took were awful. This is the only shot that more or less is acceptable. But what a treat it was to observe them!
These old and now unused mooring points tell a story of a busier port with fishing vessels and traditions now long gone. For me they are a reminder of things we have lost. Still standing strong is the Forth Bridge her usefulness remains thankfully
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Lesser yellowlegs (Tringa flavipes)
Sainte-Martine, Québec, Canada
Rio Grande train 79, the "Ford Fast" glides downstream along the Spanish Fork River near Gomex, Utah the morning of Dec. 5, 1976.
Leading the charge, GP40s No. 3087, 3051, and SD45s No. 5319, and 5330 provide the necessary muscle and dynamic braking.
“Recall the moment that recalls you,” the Core sang, its voice a melody braided from collapsing epochs. “It is older than stars, and younger than your next breath.”
The harmonics deepened.
“All time bends toward you. All time breaks because of you. All time begins again through you.
You will end what cannot end. You will begin what cannot begin. You will stand where time kneels.”
“I don’t understand,” Adrienne whispered. “Stop speaking in riddles. Just tell me what I’m supposed to do.”
The Core answered on a soft tone, “Stand upon the Ovum Stone… and open your mind.”
Adrienne looked down. At her feet rested an egg-shaped stone, smooth, pale, impossibly ancient — a relic of the first moment, humming with energy.
She stepped onto its center.
The floating rings around the Core shifted, descending through her body like luminous vertebrae. They passed into the ground beneath her. Her muscles loosened; her weight dissolved. She hovered above the stone, suspended in a cradle of unseen force.
Unfamiliar thoughts surged through her — not memories, but possibilities. Her arms rose on instinct. Lightning crackled around the Core, spiraling upward like a storm learning to speak.
Symbols flashed before her eyes, too fast to grasp, too old to name.
The voice whispered, “Stand before the sum of all moments. Every beginning is still beginning. Every ending has already ended. Every possibility exists in superposition.”
Adrienne didn’t know how she knew — but she knew. She was the conduit. She was the interface. She was the one who could command the Core.
“Time has now ceased,” the voice murmured.
All machinery froze. The ground shuddered once. Silence swallowed everything.
Adrienne hung suspended — not breathing, not feeling, only existing. Terror flooded her.
“What have I done…”
Moments — or eternities — passed.
Then the Core spoke again, no longer melodic, but absolute, “Begin the sequencing of moments.”
Conduits erupted with blue white chronal fire. Gears slowly began to rotate, aligning constellations of runes that had not been seen since the universe was young. Pendulums resumed their swing, counting centuries, correcting drift, stitching time back together.
A haze lifted from her. Breath returned. She collapsed to her knees, trembling, exhausted.
“Reset complete,” the Core intoned.
A pause. Then, almost gently, “Would you like me to foretell your future?”
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You can view Quantum Fold II episodes in order from the beginning in the album titled, "Quantum Fold II":
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Hooded Mergansers fly very fast and very low so I was excited to capture this one at E B Forsythe NWR
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This little calf was on the west bank of the Sagavanirktok River, commonly called the Sag River, and its mother was on the east side. When I first arrived, I seen a small herd of muskox on the east side of the river. I heard a sound coming from north of my location but had no idea what it was. As the young muskox came closer and seen me, it started wailing really loud. In an instant, the entire herd stared running towards the Sag River at full gallop. When the herd got close to the bank, they stopped, they too had noticed the photographer taking pictures. After a few minutes, the calf wailed again and off they went to where the calf was, but, they stayed on the east side of the river. The calf's mother, waded into the river but would not cross. She kept calling to the calf but the calf refused to cross. The herd walked slowly to the south, which put me between the calf and the herd. The calf began a fast gait towards the herd, which put me right in its path. There was no time to retreat back to the truck, so I stayed put and took photos.
In this photo, the calf was about 20 to 30 feet away. It kept its eyes on me as it passed me by. About 200 yards south of where I was standing, the calf finally had enough courage to cross the river and rejoin its herd.
Mein erster Besuch heuer im Altmühltal war leider mit sehr wenig Erfolg gekrönt. Als ich unterwegs zum Standpunkt war, kamen gleich drei Güterzüge hintereinander. Dann war aber für fast anderthalb Stunden Schluss. Erst danach kam 159.214 von EccoRail mit einem Kesselwagen-Ganzzug ums Eck. Im Gegensatz zu meinem zweiten Besuch war jedoch die Natur noch grün😉
In the course of our first visit to the Altmühl-valley, unfortunatelly, we did not mange to capture too much interesting locos. As we were on the way to the spot, not less than three trains came after one other, but then, a pause of one and a half hour followed. The only real highlight that we could capture is Ecco’s 159.214. In contrast to our second visit, however, the nature was still green 😉