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La foresa allagata di Punte Alberete rappresenta un biotopo unico della pianura padana. Per qualche dettaglio in più Parco Delta del Po
The flooded forest of Punte Alberete is a unique habitat left in padana plains
Punte Alberete - Ferrrara - Italy
October 15, 2016
Cranberries are floated on the surface of the flooded bog for the annual "wet" harvest.
Harwich, Massachusetts
Cape Cod - USA
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Flooded roadway - Johnson's Hollow - Fayette City, PA during the 3 rounds of severe storms that tore through the Pittsburgh Region on August 9
A storm that rolled through Howard Springs just on sunset. I managed to get a few shots before the rain started then had to sit in the car while it passed over.
D800, PCE 24mm, 1/5, f6.3, ISO 200
This is the 10th Street Bypass, looking eastward. Still flooded but not nearly as bad as yesterday. Unfortunately, I did not get any photos of it at its worst. On the center/ left of the frame, where the trees are, is a walking/ jogging/ bicycling path that is a couple of feet lower than the street. Obviously, it's still submerged in water and probably will still be for the next few days.
UP GEVO 5850 leads the California Zephyr under the old C&NW signals at Tower A2 as it departs Chicago on it's detour over the UP to Omaha.
The tiny town of Glennallen has been fighting off flood waters for several days, and this morning it looks like the high water mark may have been reached and the water is finally receding.
Businesses have been closed which means no banking, grocery shopping, or mail delivery has been able to take place. Everyone will be so happy when things go back to normal. Meanwhile Doc and I just plowed through flood waters flowing across the Glenn Highway to capture a few photos to remember this springs "breakup".
The building in this photo houses our grocery store, police department, and a bank.
The floodwaters crested and the Ohio River Level is slowly dropping. Aurora, Indiana was especially hard hit.
Corazón inundado / Flooded heart
Shooted in an abandoned building in Panama, a mixture of an image shooted in a river with my friend Melanie Frías, a future pilot.
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Flooded Beste meadows, Bad Oldesloe, district of Stormarn, Schleswig-Holstein, Germany.
October 2017.
After the copper pipes were stolen most of the building has been flooded and it has caused quite severe damage at the floors and walls.
Hiking in a slot canyon called Hidden Canyon, we came across this bighorn sheep ram tangled up in the debris of a flash flood. Flash floods don't just take people's lives, they are also dangerous for the local fauna.
Recent flooding in Colombo - it was sudden following heavy monsoonal rains and the overflowing or a nearby river. There was a chaos of activity as people worked to save themselves and their possessions.
Winter trees and their reflections on a flooded Curry Moor near Taunton, Somerset, in Jan 2013. Large parts of the Somerset Levels spent many months underwater in a series floods around this time. On this occasion a relatively dull but very calm day provided a mirror across acres of underwater farmland.
Flooded fields at the Coombe Hill Nature Reserve. They flood every year as the reserve is near the River Severn.
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More of the flooding in Huntingdon, over the river Ouse.
This is a single exposure shot with a polarising filter on the lens, no HDR stuff. I added a graduation to the sky in post.
Monumental
Last week’s flooding wasn’t too severe. It certainly didn’t set records.
But it did cause some disruption.
P1020600 Taken at: North Inch, Perth, Scotland.
The City of Lawrenceburg is cleaning up debris from the recent flooding of the Ohio River. The walkway to the floating restaurant is full of wood.
Stores in Venice have dated water marks on their door frames. The flooding, which usually happened one a year in winter, happens more often today. Global warming.
A flooded house.
The owner has fled.
Noticed on Staines railway station while waiting for a train into London. Tiny worlds and lives spin in detail around us, largely unnoticed.
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This ex J.W. Watt Seddon 13-4 lorry had been dragged out of a vehicle dismantlers yard on the Willowholme Inddustrial Estate during the clear up following the disastrous floods there in February 2005. The Stagecoach Willowholme depot can be seen in the distance where a good number of buses were drowned.
Flooded
My trip out to take pictures last weekend, to the untrained eye, was just another Saturday where John went out at zero dark thirty and tried to photograph something that did not desire to be photographed. On my mental calendar, it was my annual midwinters, oh my gosh…I may just survive till spring trip. A long-standing, much needed tradition that has become ever so more important to maintaining my effervescent, mentally positive glow and outlook.
It was another day that started out dark and around ten degrees as I arrived at my spot (yes I have a spot, and it is mine…100% mental ownership here) to wait the sunrise. I knew the trails would be a mess as heavy rains had closed the refuge earlier the same week. If I were to get anything good on this trip, it would have to be from the auto trail.
As it has for billions of years, the sun arose and I spent the next three to four hours creeping around the refuge looking deep into the woods, watching the shadows and for ripples on the water…hunting for something, anything to photograph. As the day wore on, I let my attitude slip ever so slightly into the negative arena. I started blowing off photos of things like my friend the barred owl, who (no pun intended) was sleeping in his normal spot. I passed on taking any photos as I have photographed him dozens of times. I then came upon the old reliable red tailed hawk, hunting from his normal tree line…I passed again. It was time to start heading for home, without taking a single shot.
Deciding to stay off of the headache known as I65, I choose to take the much more relaxing highway 31 home, a choice that ended up saving the day! Grabbing lunch in Scottsburg and heading south faster than allowed, I noticed the sign for Henryville Forestry. Hmmm…maybe something new is out running around there crossed my mind as I felt the G force from my last minute, ninety degree turn.
Twenty minutes later, I was convinced that it was just as void of visible wildlife as Muscatatuck, a truly depressing thought. As I drove through the campground, something caught my eye. It wasn’t a shadow, movement or ripple…it was something new for this kid, it was a brilliant white light.
The source of the brilliant white light was a well polished by use, slide from the campgrounds sliding board. As I approached the slide, I was flooded with childhood memories. Memories of how dangerously tall it seemed as a kid and how that transition from taking my feet from the stairs to the board always scared me. How we use to line up for that one second thrill ride, face to butt with four or five kids on the ladder at the same time. Touching the slide now in February with my bare hand brought about an instant smile as I stood in wonderment of how something so cold now could be so hellishly, painfully hot in the summer time, and why didn’t our thighs never blister?
I had never enjoyed the thrill of this particular slide, but I’m pretty sure I have taken this make and model out for a million rides at Wathen Park in my day. I enjoyed seeing how worn the handrails were from the countless little hands holding on tight while climbing up. One aspect of this particular slide that immediately caught my eye was the landing area at the bottom. That small area where if you didn’t think ahead (that’s always been a problem of mine) you could easily bust your butt in the dirt, or mud depending on the weather as you came in at what certainly seemed like a hundred miles per hour.
I was happy to note that there was not a big pile of child safe mulch, some type of fancy mattress or a sign requiring the use of a helmet. This slide stood as a glowing example of days gone by. This slide is a life-lessons slide…if you do it wrong, it could hurt. If it hurts you bad enough, maybe, just maybe you could learn to get back on it and do it differently next time, thus learning a valuable lesson.
Maybe that is why is shined so brightly!
A brief calm respite in this winter's extensive flooding on the Somerset Levels. I read it could be March before all this disappears...
My church is just to the right but we could enter it from a different road. It was much deeper before this - the water level is slowly dropping.
More of the floods between Blairgowrie and Coupar Angus after Storm Frank, in black & white. Taken on Canon 6D with Tamron 28-300mm lens.
The floods go on, worse than ever after more torrential rain. We returned from a wet Lake District via a circuitous route as so many of the roads were closed, in fact the one we came on closed shortly afterwards. I feel so sorry for the people affected. We passed a lady trying to dry her writer husband's notebooks in the street, twenty years of notebooks soaked and damaged. This flood has come up so quickly and it isn't due to reach the high point until lunchtime tomorrow. More photos will follow.