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Pieris rapae. also known as the Cabbage White butterfly, have been dancing above my flowers recently. They tend to move quickly, only settling on a plant long enough to make me hopeful of capturing their beauty. After several days of fruitless attempts, I walked into my kitchen to find one waiting on my kitchen window. What a lovely treat! More information can be found here:
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Cape May County, New Jersey. USA
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Look for American Oystercatchers on barrier islands and oyster beds, where these high-contrast birds can be seen a long way off. But check a tide chart first: high-tide searches can be fruitless as the birds wait out the high water at remote roosts. As the tide begins to fall, exposing their prey, they return to productive feeding grounds. The first hint to their presence is often their whistling call, which can be heard from a mile away.
Nikon Z9 camera with Nikon Z600mm f 6.3 PF lens.
1/2500 F6.3 ISO 360
Who should not revere you, O King of the nations? This is your due. Among all the wise men of the nations and in all their kingdoms, there is no one like you.
—Jeremiah 10:7
Having lived close to Collard Hill for a few years now I've been very lucky to see these attractive every year - sometimes in good numbers, sometimes not.
Until now I'd yet to get a really clean profile shot - a text book type shot. I found this smart looking individual late yesterday evening at the end of a mainly fruitless 2 hour walk. The light wasn't too good, though I did get some decent shots, and so decided to have a go this morning. The butterfly was in exactly the same place, unsurprisingly, and had only slightly adjusted it's position over night.
This is the end result of about 100 shots and I feel very lucky to have found this one roosting in the grass.
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After quite a few fruitless visits (and one cock up because my Camera steamed up due to mask wearing) I have finally managed to photograph one of our local Otters. It was great to watch it feeding/swimming/diving for 20 mins. Very poor light and high ISO at 12,500 but I will take it every time.
Shakedown after a fruitless dive - Troon Harbour...they were very active in the area...great to watch them bully their way around.
Tiny, cryptic woodland songbird, unique in North America. White below and streaked brown-and-buff above; blends into tree bark very easily. Also note narrow, decurved bill and long tail. In flight, shows a bold buffy wing stripe. When foraging, often starts near the base of a tree trunk, hitches upward in short, jerky motions until it nears the top, then flies to the base of a nearby tree to begin the process again. Found in mature woodland, especially with conifers. Often joins mixed flocks with other songbirds, especially in winter. Listen for high, thin calls and sweet cascading song. (eBird)
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Walking along the trail, we heard the call of the creeper, so began the usually fruitless attempt to actually see it. A hint of motion and there it was on this huge old tree. Then the attempt to photograph it. For a change, I was successful and got a couple of shots as it searched under the branch for lunch.
Andrew Haydon Park, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. September 2023.
An unfortunately fruitless task of retracing my steps from the evening before in search of my filter pouch and holder. Grey slate and a grey filter pouch aren't the best bedfellows in the conspicuous stakes alas.
On the plus side I had a nice brew on the go behind me.
I found this bird in Madera Canyon a couple weeks ago. My first two attempts hiking up the trail in search of this bird were fruitless. The third try, however, paid dividends: After hiking with my big lens for a while, I sat and waited for a half hour before giving up and heading down, but soon heard the trogon vocalizing nearby. I found him deep in vegetation (which surrounds the trail on both sides), unable to get a clear shot. Still, I enjoyed watching him feed on insects for a while. Then, for some reason, he flew down and landed on a branch not 10 feet from me. I froze, not wanting to alarm him by my movements. It was pointless to raise my lens for a shot anyhow, as he was way too close to focus. So after he seemed comfortable, I slowly crept up the rocky trail while hoping he wouldn’t fly off, turned to grab a shot of his upper body, then climbed a few feet more, turned my camera vertical, and got this shot.
Camera just back from repairs - after a fruitless morning chasing Redwings it was nice to come across this Jay just near the house...always hear them - never see them!
After a couple of fruitless days wandering the heath (but the landscape and views made up for it) finally managed to track down a Male Dartford Warbler - heard him calling and then sat nearby and waited for him to pop up. First time I have managed to get a shot of one of these stunning birds in Norfolk.
In Your Eyes...Spyder's eyes are his most striking feature, so gentle and so thought provoking. I wonder what he is thinking in his eyes.
Posted for Happy Caturday's theme of song titles. Caption inspired by Peter Gabriel' s song "In Your Eyes" from 1986.
Here's an excerpt:
🎶In your eyes (your eyes, your eyes)
In your eyes
In your eyes
The light, the heat (in your eyes)
I am complete (in your eyes)
I see the doorway
To a thousand churches (in your eyes)
The resolution (in your eyes)
Of all the fruitless searches🎶
Always one of the highlights of the summer months to see these beautiful migrant chats. UK Whinchat numbers have fallen steadily since the late-1990s, likely due to habitat degradation. This species is on the UK Red List.
I haven't been able to get out much in the last 3 months, but I woke up early feeling OK on this day and decided to finally head out into the Peak in search of Redstarts and Whinchat.
My initial stop at Padley Gorge and the neighbouring moorland proved fruitless and I'd never seen the place so devoid of birds, so I embarked up a tour of locations for Whinchat. After failing to connect at two sites where I have seen or heard of their presence previously, I finally found a pair at my final location, where after a little patient waiting and stalking I managed to get some shots. The local moorland Red Deer stags also put in a visit. Redstarts will have to wait for another day.
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These ruins were once owned by the poet Walter Savage Landor (1775 - 1864) He wrote of it:
Homeward I turn: o'er Hatteril's rocks
I see my trees, I hear my flocks.
Where alders mourn'd their fruitless bed,
A million larches raise the head;
And from Segovia's hills remote
My sheep enrich my neighbour's cote :
The wide and easy road I lead
Where never paced the harnest steed;
Where scarcely dared the goat look down
Beneath the fearful mountain's frown,
Suspended while the torrent's spray
Springs o'er the crags that roll away...
From Dry sticks, fagoted by Walter Savage Landor
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The flamboyant, chaotic neighbor reaching out to the straight, upstanding citizen as if to say, "What a wonderful night for dance under the stars".
This scene is playing out in incredibly slow motion over decades about 50 feet from my house. These two are greeting me every time I come home.
And when I came home from a fruitless drive looking for an interesting foreground subject for the MW on Labor day, I was so happy to see them and I knew I had my subjects.
After a fruitless search for the ultra rare visiting Night Heron, came across this Robin on the way home...with a luminous snack...Baron's Haugh NR
A 5am start to find some roosting Chalkhill Blues at breezy Barnack Hills and Holes nature reserve proved fruitless, but after an hour and a half of searching I at least found a small group of Brown Argus (Aricia agestis).
All were on ugly roosts except this one on a knapweed bud, which was a fortunate find as by this time the butterflies were semi-active and would not have tolerated being transferred. It was warm enough that this unit flew off without a sunshine bask.
After a very wet, fruitless afternoon on Lewis as we headed back the weather began to get colder and the rain changed to sleet and wet snow. Then, it began to clear. Stopping the car and searching for a suitable location led to this spot on Loch Stranddabhat.
Doing what moose do. This is one of four moose that came to visit; they usually showed up with their partners in crime. Once on my birthday, at Christmas and then New Years day morning, never in good light. If it weren't for them I would have went crazy with cabin fever... some would say I'm already there lol I always thought moose were loners but watching them through my window that just wasn't so with my four welcomed guests. One preferred my vines to eat, another one liked my hay but their main purpose was a drink of water and a lick of salt in front of my red barn. Always moving while eating a survival mechanism against predators imprinted from birth yet they knew by instinct and smell where their buddies were at all times even when out of eyesight. I captured this one off my deck in -36C. My fingers were stinging so bad from the cold with each click. Being 30 feet away It seemed like she couldn't really see me although her big fuzzy ears flicked my way as she paused her munching to hear my clicks. It was obvious they have impeccable hearing as my many efforts to walk off the deck to get better shots were fruitless...one creak of the wood plank made louder by the cold and they were gone silently through the forest which is remarkable for their size. My horses stayed their distance alert and ready to run if necessary, so it seems the moose really do rule the land they walk on. Judging by the thickness of the moose coats we are in for a very harsh winter. It amazed me how they seemed unaffected by the extreme cold. At least they looked in good shape without ticks for they can pass the ticks onto my horses. At one point I could have hopped on a moose back from my patio doors and get my wish to ride one. Wouldn't that be a moose rodeo? Or a very grave moose-take. Sorry for rambling on about my moose musings ;-)
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This four-inch-long critter is a Chinese mantis. I had gone out to the garden on a fruitless search for butterflies and found this insect instead. With the lens in its face, this is a split second before it opened its forelegs wide in a threatening posture and then hopped onto my camera, as if to attack it. Startled at first, I recovered my composure and put it back on the lavender and resumed shooting. Since it was atop the lens, not on it, and because it was much longer than the lens, I have no photos of it on the lens. Here's more information about the praying mantis. One more shot will follow tomorrow.
As I searched fruitlessly for anything approaching a small childhood toy, all I could find in the under stair area was a bag of marbles. Happy Macro Monday everyone:))
Product of a fairly fruitless photowalk around Derby’s Strand…these were in Hobson’s window (a high class cobbler that wouldn’t be out of place in Chelsea).
Anyways, years ago, beyond the veil of the mists of time, people would fill these with clothes and travel freely to other countries…those were the days!
Do they look as if they’re smiling?
On the plus side my aches and pains have largely vanished…happy days!
First thing that came to mind was, butterscotch lol. I don't know, maybe it's a craving, but the colors made me think of it. I always give the title to the first thing that comes to mind.
Fernbird Bowdleria punctata )
After an hour of fruitlessly swinging my camera around trying to obtain an image of these flighty birds, I trained my lens on one spot. Luckily I was rewarded with one good image,when this bird momentarily appeared for a second.... click to enlarge....
Can't believe its been four years since I photographed this, and yet it took me half as long to track it down, making one fruitless search after another.
This beautiful little green butterfly makes it appearance in spring, frequenting woodland clearings, heathland and grasslands. It is found throughout most of Europe and Asia.
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The blizzard in March of 1993 will always go down as one those epic trips in Vermont. There was no way you could be everywhere, as there were countless plows running all over new England after this storm . After spending a day on the SLR and then watching the CPR attempt to go from Newport to Wells River, VT with the freight proving fruitless, they decided to run the plow extra the following Tuesday. Here, we just barely made it as plow extra 1800 south screams past the station and iconic ET& HK IDE building in downtown St. Johnsbury, VT on March 16, 1993. It was all virgin snow from St. J to Wells River and made a spectacular chase.
Finally had the correct 600mm lens with me but still a long way off - we just went out for a drive in Townsville to the Ross River Dam, not really expecting birds. Despite the best efforts of a worker on a ride-on mower, this little beauty sat long enough for me to drag the camera out for what ended up a cropped shot. But isn't it a beautiful blue! Apart from it being small but nevertheless a Kingfisher, I had no idea what it was and a google search failed to help.
Next day, we arrived in Cairns and took a fruitless walk around a local wetland...except it did have a big sign with about 25 local birds, none of which bar a lone Cormorant did we see! But in amongst those shots was one of a Little Kingfisher which was close to this one. Then Eleanor said....Forest Kingfisher and I think that's it, google confirming a long story. Nothing like plenty of rainforest around Cairns.
Traffic on line 85 is completely random. This means that scouting back and forth between Dolno Ezerovo and Debelt is the only way to find a train moving (if any). But when luck finally comes all the fruitless attempts suddenly fade away. Giving place to sight like these...
Note that this is in fact a mixed train, which is quite a rare sight for this branch line. The last three cars (1x Ure + 2x Fals) from the train would be used to calibrate the train weighing scale inside the steel processing plant. Later the same day they would be transferred back to Dolno Ezerovo. But more on that later.
This remembrance plaque is from the 1914 -1918 war dedicated to the men of Borrowdale in the Lake District National Park. It is situated on the top of Castle Crag with beautiful views of Borrowdale. The water in the background is Derwent Water
The plaque can be read in large
We should remember all men and women who gave their live no mater which conflict and pray that we humans learn that war is a fruitless exercise of last resource "We will remember them"
Today I finally got a chance to get some pics of the Short Eared Owls on Portland, it was my 5th visit, on my 1 st it was packed with toggers so I headed off in the opposite direction for a Barn Owl, I had 3 fruitless trips, then today, it was just me and Elaine great, found one but it flew and hid away in a distant field, so we walked on to a regular haunt and found this one, it was very obliging sat on a post and here on the ground with a few fly-bys thrown in, happy days
Ideal soundtrack // Bande-son idéale: PERRY BLAKE ("Weeping Tree"): www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXlq_zfxW8s
"WEEPING TREE... fruitless... stands alone... Where lovers long dead used to go..."
Véritable poumon vert de la commune et du Dunkerquois avec ses 33 hectares, le Parc d’Agglomération du Fort Louis est basé sur le site d’un ancien fort militaire construit par Vauban, dont on peut encore voir la porte d’entrée et, ici sur le cliché, les douves.
Une véritable mutation est en cours avec l'abattage de près de 70% des peupliers qui ornent le parc. Ceux-ci menacent de s'écrouler et vont être remplacés par de nouvelles espèces: charmes, frênes, bouleaux et autres arbustes.
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Green lung of the Dunkirk region with its 33 hectares, the park of Fort Louis is located on the site of an old military fort built by Vauban, which you can still see the front door, and the moat.
A real transformation is underway with the chopping down of nearly 70% of poplars that adorn the park. They threaten to collapse and will be replaced by new species: hornbeam, ash, birch and also shrubs.
"Très belle compo, de beaux ingrédients, lumière, reflet, j'aime beaucoup." (Agnès WOLF / www.flickr.com/photos/agnelou/)
"Absolument magnifique, avec de superbes reflets !" (Gérard MARCONNET / www.flickr.com/photos/grard/)
Found this barn owl early this morning after a fairly fruitless search of the area, followed by close encounters with a roebuck and pair of hares. Never give up hope!
Arundel WWT.
I spent the last couple of days of 2025 in a literal but ultimately fruitless wild goose chase with only this distant flight shot to show for it.
Found in an alleyway...I suspect a small, muddy-pawed dog attempted a fruitless pursuit of a cat or squirrel that had already gained the safety of the top of the wall
"My existence is nothing but a jumbled mess," muttered the room fan to itself as it rotated endlessly in an unsuccessful search for a place to plug in...
Done for Our Daily Challenge: Rough Texture
I know, I know...with this shot, it may look as though I have gone over the edge during this stay-at-home existence, but it's just a stab at experimentation on my part. The fan wasn't rotating; I walked around it and took 10 shots along the way, then merged them together in Photoshop, and added some toning and texture for the Rough Texture theme.
It's my first attempt at a technique popularized by Catalan artist Pep Ventosa (www.pepventosa.com/), and I think I've definitely still got some work to do. However, I thought that this image had enough interest to post, even though my wife doesn't agree. :-)
Thanks to Flickr contact Charlotte Hedman for introducing me to this idea...her photostream at charhedman includes some beautiful examples of the method.
The legendary Lost Dutchman gold Mine is thought to be hidden behind these Superstition Mountains. The mine is named after a German immigrant Jacob Waltz, who supposedly found it and shared clues before his death, sparking over a century of fruitless searches, folklore involving Apache curses, and tragic deaths, all centered around the area near Weaver's Needle. Waltz was a German prospector who, in the 1870s, allegedly found a rich gold mine in the Superstitions, possibly with help from the Peralta family or an Apache descendant. The Peralta's were a prominent family from Mexico said to have established a gold mine in the area in the 1840s, which was later found by Waltz. Described as having exceptionally rich veins, sometimes featuring quartz and hematite, with gold ore so abundant that Waltz's burros were often laden with it. Most stories place the mine in the Superstition Mountains, particularly near Weaver's Needle, a distinctive landmark. The mountains are said to be protected by Apache curses, and many treasure hunters have met with misfortune, including death, adding to the mine's mystique. There are also stories that Apaches started a landslide that buried the entrance to the mine. Over the last century, dozens and perhaps hundreds to as many as 600 people have died searching for the mine. No one has ever found the Lost Dutchman's Mine, though many believe it's a real place with real gold, while others think it's a blend of family stories, myths, and exaggerations surrounding historic mining claims in the region, like the Bulldog Mine.
Japanese gardens were originally designed for Buddhist monks to meditate to attain enlightenment.
The round window of Meigetsu'in facing its garden is probably the most famous window in Japan. It became well-known on SNS for looking typically Zen. It is nicknamed "Satori no Mado (悟りの窓)" meaning "window of enlightenment."
For most of the Japanese including myself, Zen is perceived as something that seems meaningful but actually incomprehensible. The term Zen Mondou (禅問答) or Zen Riddle is often meant for discussions that don't mesh well, are pointless, fruitless, and time-consuming.
It is a Zen principle that enlightenment should be "grok"ed by Furyuu Monji (不立文字) i.e. not being based on the letters (language).
In Your Eyes - Peter Gabriel
Love I get so lost sometimes
Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
When I want to run away I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are
All my instincts, they return
The grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes
The light, the heat (in your eyes)
I am complete (in your eyes)
I see the doorway (in your eyes)
To a thousand churches (in your eyes)
The resolution (in your eyes)
Of all the fruitless searches (in your eyes)
Oh, I see the light and the heat (in your eyes)
Oh, I wanna be that complete
I wanna touch the light, the heat I see in your eyes
Love, I don't like to see so much pain
So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive
The renewal of the leaf is fruitless. From the reformation of bark or branch no fruit will come forth. The renewal of verdure produces nothing. If there be no renewal of fruit from the tree, of what avail is the reformation of bark, blossom, branch and trunk?
-Abdu'l-Baha
There are several Great Blue Herons around this large shallow lake. I see them relocating to different areas along the distant shoreline. They are surprisingly strong flyers and can make progress against the strong winds common in this valley. Sometimes, I see a couple of them sparring in the air. Maybe they are competing for a choice fishing spot or just feeling frisky. Unlike the Egrets and Night Herons, they stay all winter.
However, they are very elusive and will fly off at the first glimpse of a human. My best chance for a photo is to wait in a blind and hope one lands close to the window. It can be a long and often fruitless wait.
This is a scene from the lake’s one viewing blind. I photographed this heron a few days ago from the window of my truck. I startled it during a cold stormy day while driving along a canal. Shooting flight shots from a pick-up window can be tricky. One's tracking is limited to the width of the window. If I have time, I'll set the brake and jump out.
I reduced the size slightly and composited it on the aforementioned lake. I am trying to create painterly wildlife photos but often I feel like I am shooting in the dark--pardon the pun. I have always loved landscape and nature paintings but have never had the patience to paint.
I do sketch a little bit, however. I've been suddenly inspired to do at least one sketch a day in a small 4" x 6" sketchbook with lots of pages. I've done two so far using a light pencil followed by a fine micron pen. I will try to write something for every sketch. This is just an exercise. I'll see where it leads. Art supplies cost a fortune so I'm not in a hurry to paint.
sim: Infinite Darkness
uber: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Infinite%20Darkness/143/10...
See Flower's incredible capture here 💕 www.flickr.com/photos/194995301@N05/53813912061/in/datepo...
Tune:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3kFPBtc9BE
Flower and myself decided to visit Infinite Darkness. I was not prepared for the experience. We walked hand-in-hand around the Casterly Rock. The fog was so thick I could barely breathe nor see where I was going. At one point my hand slipped out of Flower's hand. Her voice became very distant. I felt alone and deserted, lost among the rocks and fog. I shouted out for Flower. I heard her voice in the distance.
Her voice seemed to come weakly from all directions as she said ... 'Look for my eyes. Look for the light in my eyes. Look for the heat.'
I turned around and walked a few paces ... there I saw the warmth and light, the love from her eyes gazing at me out of the depth of the fog.
Oh, I wanna be that complete
In your eyes, the light, the heat
In your eyes
I wanna touch the light, the heat I see in your eyes
In your eyes your eyes, your eyes. In your eyes
In your eyes, the light, the heat
In your eyes, I am complete
In your eyes, I see the doorway
To a thousand churches
In your eyes, the resolution
In your eyes, of all the fruitless searches
Oh, I see the light and the heat
In your eyes
Oh, I wanna be that complete
In your eyes
I want to touch the light, the heat I see in your eyes
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
On a visit to Studley Royal we came across this little beauty.
It was swimming around with a flock of canada geese but clearly stood out from the pack.
At a guess it looks like a cross canada and greylag but I am open to suggestions and help with the ID.
The bird was a nice consolation as our search for evidence of rut activity proved fruitless with no deer evident on our walk.
Canada x Graylag Goose
Studley Royal, Yorkshire - England
Many thanks as always to all who choose to look and a big thank you for those who stop by to comment and fave my photos. It is very much appreciated. Also a big thanks in advance for all help with the ID of the bird.
Apologies in advance... this one has a bit of a back story!
My togging pal (Langstone Joe) and I set off a couple of days ago on a bit of a mission to find a lone tree that one of our local contacts (Peter Hickson) had discovered on the shoreline of Hayling Island. Our trips of late have been fairly fruitless and increasingly rare because we have both struggled returning to the same old local haunts to take pics. Finding something different to snap has been a bit of a crusade for both of us of late so we set off in high hopes.
We would have preferred a nice sunset shot but tides were against us and it was mid-day anyway so we changed our vision to that of an arty lone tree shot sitting in still water with the shoreline of Portsmouth on the horizon.
The reality was that when we eventually found it, we were perched on a minute spit of shoreline wedged between a steep muddy bank and the tree itself. In addition, the wind was a steady 35mph gusting 50mph at regular intervals. We looked at each other and proclaimed it to be a total waste of time but as we were there anyway we went through the motions and set our tripods up.
Within minutes we noticed that sea spray had coated our kit in salt water and it was obvious our cameras were also being buffeted by the gusting wind which isn’t ideal for Long Exposure photography. (I’m used to Joe kicking my tripod mid-way through a long exposure but the gusting wind was another thing altogether.)
So, we took a few pics and then retired to a local hostelry and agreed we would have to return when the weather was a touch more amenable.
Fast forward a couple of hours and having looked at my pics, as expected, I was not overly impressed and as we often do, we send each other our ‘best of the bunch’ for critique or amusement. I sent Joe a pic in both color and B&W. Joe’s critique was non-existant which is normally his polite way of saying he was not impressed, however, he did summarise, ‘you did better than me!’ I had no intention of posting mine and I definitely didn’t think Joe would be posting anything.
Fast forward another couple of hours and low and behold, Joe had posted one. I actually thought it was an excellent pic and IMHO, far better than anything I had come up with. The next day, that pic was doing so-so on Flickr with some die-hard supporters giving it the thumbs up.
Fast forward another couple of hours and I receive an email pointing out his pic was now sitting at No.1 on Explore!
This togging is a funny old game isn’t it.... Well done JD!!
Plumeria (frangipani) flowers are most fragrant at night in order to lure sphinx moths to pollinate them. The flowers have no nectar, and simply dupe their pollinators. The moths inadvertently pollinate them by transferring pollen from flower to flower in their fruitless search for nectar.
Plumeria species are easily propagated by taking a cutting of leafless stem tips in spring and allowing them to dry at the base before inserting them into soil. They are also propagated via tissue culture both from cuttings of freshly elongated stems and via aseptically germinated seed.
Then let my thought contemplative explore
This fleeting state of things, the vain delights,
The fruitless toils, that still our search elude,
As through the wilderness of life we rove.
- from The Pleasures of Melancholy by Thomas Warton
Rainbow Falls, North Carolina.
I hiked to this 125-foot high waterfall in thick fog, and spent the first half-hour scrambling around to find a good shot. But once the fog lifted - wow! A beautiful waterfall framed by fantastic autumn colour. Along with Linville Falls, my favourite of the trip.
And that's it, Rainbow Falls is no. 10 in my collection of North Carolina falls.
The trip didn't do quite according to plan - I slipped on ice at Looking Glass Falls and broke my nd filters; drove into a roadside hole and ripped the front spoiler off my rental truck; fruitlessly searched without a gps for several unmarked falls; and hiked to several only to find low flows had reduced them to a dribble.
So, not the number of falls I planned for, but they make a good set, especially with the wonderful NC fall colours.
Thanks for looking.
Driving home after a fruitless winter morning outing in the New Forest I noticed a group of trees that was being backlit. There had been a heavy frost and the sun was melting the frost on the trees - sometimes steaming. It was a matter of picking out some nice shapes among the trees.
This "Squeaky Hinge" (according to Michelle) was poking itself out of the White (fruitless) Mulberry bush in hopes of me tossing it some tiny pieces of peanut, and I obliged.. boy do the Meadow Brook birds have me well trained ;-)
“Our lives go on at times it seems fruitless. We must always pray to be attuned to the mysterious language of events, and shape our actions accordingly. It requires prayer and humility and vigilance and love. Although it says in Ecclesiastes that there is nothing new under the sun, yet there is always the creative newness of our decisions, in the service of God”
-Thomas Merton, letter to Pablo Antonio Cuadra, 08/22/59