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Baedekers «Autoreiseführer Oberitalien» in der siebten Auflage ist von 1967/68. Die Nikkormat FT kam 1965 auf den Markt.
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Baedeker's "Car Travel Guide Upper Italy" (Autoreiseführer Oberitalien) in the seventh edition is from 1967/68. The Nikkormat FT came on the market in 1965.
A male red-winged blackbird sings for a mate on a cool morning. When taking this picture, the breath pattern reminded me of a sonogram, a graph representing a sound, showing the distribution of energy at different frequencies, and which are in some guidebooks or bird ID websites. Note that the vapour is rainbow coloured in due to the sun hitting it the right way.
Those dreamy pictures of the Great Wall that I had seen in travel guidebooks, and on the internet, showed a remote setting with few people around. Although I knew that the wall traveled over steep terrain, none of my research prepared me for just how steep and deep the stairs would be – this picture shows you what I mean.
I recently found this male Ruby Meadowhawk Dragonfly in a marshy area of the Leelanau State Park. According to my guidebook, these are "late-season dragonflies," appearing in late summer and the fall. I've had no luck getting shots of dragonflies around home this summer, so I was delighted to find one that would pose so nicely for me.
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This is my first Fall in Oregon. There is no real guidebook on what to shoot when. The darn process of the color change happens so fast. I did not expect that. I want to instantly know what to shoot when and where, but I don't. Its overwhelming to head out the door with the intention of shooting fall. So many things to shoot. So where to start at this first sign of Fall? I started with maples, wherever I could get them. Then to to Columbia River Gorge. This is the whole in the Wall Falls in the Gorge, Oregon side. Not much change yet, but there was some. In the last post form this shoot I explained that I found a fall leaf on a rock in the middle of the Fall pool. That was true. I even got props for shooting where it was and not moving it. Was this where I found it? Um...no. I did place this one. Sorry all you purists. I wanted the depth.
Enjoy the Fall. Ice photos coming soon.
Slottsmöllan (Castle Mill) a historical smock mill in Kungsparken, a park which surrounds Malmöhus Castle. In Malmö, the capital of Scania, Øresund, Sweden.
It was built in 1851 on the area of the former bastion Stenbock. Between 1879 and 1895, Slottsmöllan's millstones were powered by a steam engine, then up to 1930 again with wind power. The regular operation was discontinued in 1945 and the mill was now subject of the museum administration.
The mill and the adjoining house of the miller, including the garden, are fully furnished and show the living and working conditions of a miller's family from the 19th century. The place around the mill is frequently used for open-air concerts and other events during the summer months.
Information Source:
www.guidebook-sweden.com/en/guidebook/destination/slottsm...
According to one of my guidebooks, Terceira is home to over 50,000 people and twice that many “happy cows”. Cattle can be seen grazing all over Terceira as well as the other Azorean Islands. When the Portuguese first discovered the Azores, they left a bunch of livestock to see if they could survive the seemly uninhabitable rocky terrain. Upon their return a few years later they found the cattle to be thriving. Because of these grass fed cows, the Azores are known for its cheese, milk and beef. All of which I found to be delicious. Reportedly (by the same guidebook), The Azores are responsible for almost half of Portugal’s dairy production. When I first saw this group of cows, I hoped they were of the Ramo Grande breed which were developed on the Island of Terceira in the region where this photo was taken. Alas, I believe these cattle to be of the Limousin breed which was developed in France. Someone with more experience with world cattle breeds than I do needs to confirm it. Several cattle breeds have been brought to the Azores.
The Tsibri mountain range, true to its name, resembles a series of protruding ribs (ribs རྩིབ་མ་ rtsib ma, tsibma).
During the 11th century, the remote crags of Tsibri were inhabited by Padampa Sangye, the Indian master who introduced the lineages of Chod and Zhije into Tibet.
The Tsibri mountain range, true to its name, resembles a series of protruding ribs (ribs རྩིབ་མ་ rtsib ma, tsibma).
During the 11th century, the remote crags of Tsibri were inhabited by Padampa Sangye, the Indian master who introduced the lineages of Chod and Zhije into Tibet.
I just got back from a few days of shooting Loons and Grebes around Kamloops, BC. There are many small lakes in the area, most of which see boat traffic. The advantage to shooting in the area is that the water birds are quite accustomed to the boats and are easier to approach in a kayak - after you have been sitting there a couple minutes, most species will essentially ignore you and go about with their business.
This elegant little Eared Grebe is voguing for the guidebook cover...
Slottsmöllan (Castle Mill) a historical smock mill in Kungsparken, a park which surrounds Malmöhus Castle. In Malmö, the capital of Scania, Øresund, Sweden.
It was built in 1851 on the area of the former bastion Stenbock. Between 1879 and 1895, Slottsmöllan's millstones were powered by a steam engine, then up to 1930 again with wind power. The regular operation was discontinued in 1945 and the mill was now subject of the museum administration.
The mill and the adjoining house of the miller, including the garden, are fully furnished and show the living and working conditions of a miller's family from the 19th century. The place around the mill is frequently used for open-air concerts and other events during the summer months.
Information Source:
www.guidebook-sweden.com/en/guidebook/destination/slottsm...
A handsome male Larger Housefly Catcher (Plexippus paykulli) baby in Canberra.
*Note: More pics of Insects and Arachnids in my Fauna ~ Invertebrates Album.
June 2013. If you have my 320-page guidebook "Photographing California Vol. 2 - South", this is on page 74.
The Tsibri mountain range, true to its name, resembles a series of protruding ribs (ribs རྩིབ་མ་ rtsib ma, tsibma).
During the 11th century, the remote crags of Tsibri were inhabited by Padampa Sangye, the Indian master who introduced the lineages of Chod and Zhije into Tibet.
A fierce male Wide-jawed Viciria (Viciria praemandibularis) in Pasir Ris Park. Immerse into nature with me in my blog: Pasir Ris Park 2013 - 2014
*Note: More pics of Insects and Arachnids in my Fauna ~ Invertebrates Album.
The Tsibri mountain range, true to its name, resembles a series of protruding ribs (ribs རྩིབ་མ་ rtsib ma, tsibma).
During the 11th century, the remote crags of Tsibri were inhabited by Padampa Sangye, the Indian master who introduced the lineages of Chod and Zhije into Tibet.
Sooty Antbird is described in my “Birds of Peru” guidebook (Schulenberg et al) as “uncommon to fairly common in Amazonia,” while throughout its range encompassing the upper Amazon Basin it has the IUCN conservation status of Least Concern indicating that its population is plentiful in the wild. Nevertheless, I had just one sighting of this species, at Los Amigos Biological Station on the Rio Madre de Dios upstream of Puerto Maldonado. So I was glad to get this image, which is of a male with black plumage and a pale blue skin patch around the eye. Females have a grey face and breast, rufous crown, and brownish back.
Slottsmöllan (Castle Mill) a historical smock mill in Kungsparken, a park which surrounds Malmöhus Castle. In Malmö, the capital of Scania, Øresund, Sweden.
It was built in 1851 on the area of the former bastion Stenbock. Between 1879 and 1895, Slottsmöllan's millstones were powered by a steam engine, then up to 1930 again with wind power. The regular operation was discontinued in 1945 and the mill was now subject of the museum administration.
The mill and the adjoining house of the miller, including the garden, are fully furnished and show the living and working conditions of a miller's family from the 19th century. The place around the mill is frequently used for open-air concerts and other events during the summer months.
Information Source:
www.guidebook-sweden.com/en/guidebook/destination/slottsm...
Fleninge Mölla
A Historic windmill in Fleninge, Fleninge Mölla is a smock mill from the year 1854, which standing at the edge of the village Fleninge, about 11 kilometers north-east of Helsingborg.
In September 1961, the mill was moved from Hjälmshult to Fleninge, with many voluntary helpers and keen interest of the press.
The mill was dismantled into several large parts, which were transported across railway tracks and rain-soaked fields in a large-scale night operation. Even a tank regiment helped to pull the transport vehicles with the heavy parts over the muddy fields.
After countless hours of voluntary work and under the supervision of an experienced mill builder, the mill was fully rebuilt in Fleninge in 1963.
It is open for a visit on the first Sunday in July, the annual Mill Day.
www.guidebook-sweden.com/en/guidebook/destination/flening...
First off, thanks to Don Delaney for helping me with the ID. After scouring my guidebook over and over, I was thrown off by the colour on the top of it's head, which are brown and buff in this youngster as compared to the black and white in adults.
I see that I had captures of one from 2009. I remember being so excited at getting those shots, a new bird taken from a nice low viewpoint backed by Spring greens. Looking at those shots now, well they were very low res, the bird was tiny in the frame and pretty darned soft. Amazing how one's expectations change over the years. So while this is not a lifer, it is the first good shot I have of one of these guys.
When we selected this canal as the one we would explore the guidebook promised that this was one of the most scenic in the country. I had never heard of it before but round every corner was a new delight. I had to agree with everything that the book said!
In the travellers guidebook we read about a small hidden restaurant in Bukittinggi that belongs to an old Chinese man called Mak. He used to work as a cook for the Dutch colonials.
Here we met other travellers. Mak gave us interesting information on how and where to go and what there was to discover. In times before the Internet and detailed travel guides, we had to rely on our own curiosity, and it was really fun. Last but not least, we went to Mak's kitchen because he prepared tasty and clean food for us, which wasn't always easy to find in this area. His kitchen was an insider tip because he was officially banned from doing business in Sumatra as a Chinese. The Chinese were persecuted during the Sukarno regime in Indonesia.
The photo shows Mak helping his granddaughter with homework for school. This room was the family living room, kitchen and mini-restaurant alike.
Here we met an Australian geologist who, wanted to climb the nearby active volcano Mount Marapi and collect rock samples.
Guess what we were planning to do next … ;)
…. to be continued… ;)
The photo was taken in December 1983 with my analog Nikon FE camera and 35mm slide film, and now scanned with Nikon Coolscan film scanner.
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This classic barn and silo in St Charles is described as the "William Alfred Charles Keetch barn" in a guidebook called Historic Barns of Southeastern Idaho.
An aggressive male Pond Wolf Spider at Simei.
*Note: More pics of Insects and Arachnids in my Fauna ~ Invertebrates Album.
Funeral Home in La Mesa, California. A listing in the San Diego Architecture Guidebook (Dirk Sutro, author; published by the San Diego Architectural Foundation, 2002) describes the Erickson Anderson Mortuary, built in 1930, as an "elegant WPA-era building, mixing Mediterranean with modern". I don't know how much of the building seen here is part of the original structure.
A 2001 guidebook cited the Cranford Rose Garden as having 1,200 varieties of roses. The garden features many varieties of roses including the Knock Out rose, the Julia Child rose, and the Yellow Rose of Texas. In addition, there are numerous All-America Rose Selections, as well as roses honoring celebrities such as actors Angela Lansbury and George Burns.
The guidebook ‘Birds of Peru’ by Schulenberg et al (Princeton University Press) say of this species “Rare (and rarely seen).” So we were lucky to get good, extended views of this individual, and even had it vocalize. (Again, the guidebook says it is “most often heard at night.”) All in all, a fortunate experience, which took place at a private sanctuary on lower Manu Road, Peru. This species is a brood parasite (laying its eggs in the nests of other species) and is widespread—though not with a continuous distribution—through much of Central and South America.
There are, of course, lots of plant and flower guidebooks for the Tropics. But if you're a light traveller like me they're mostly too heavy for those mere 7 kilos hand luggage allowed by most airlines. So if you go to Malaysia you may want to consider acquiring a wonderful little booklet published in 2002 that's always with me when I travel here: A Guide to Taman Botani Putrajaya, eds. Helen Ann Peters and formidable Francis Ng, Putrajaya: Perbadanan Putrajaya. It has photos and excellent, short descriptions of flowering as well as 'green' plants and trees. Moreover, it's a fine guide to the extensive Gardens of Putrajaya. But it's very useful, too, in general.
Of our scarlet Cockscomb it tells me that in other climes it is seasonal, but here in Malaysia it's in continuous flower.
I took this photo right next to those famous, iconic Petronas Towers, where a whole string of these trees has been planted to 'soften' the concreteness of the area between the ponds and the Suria.
PS That little guidebook is good as well for any southeastasian country. The palm and fern sections especially are recommended! The photos are exceptionally clear.
I was feeling slightly apprehensive about the plan. Ali had spotted something in the thirty-two year old guidebook she’d liberated from the local charity shop at a price that wouldn’t be enough to pay for a second class postage stamp. “There’s a monastery up in the hills here,” she pointed at the map. I looked doubtfully at the narrow winding road that led up to it from our sea level base. But we wanted to escape Alykanas, which had suddenly become decidedly bustling with the arrival of half term week, and so I agreed we’d try it. We got in the car and drove a few miles north, hugging the coast, a glittering blue sea filling the view to the right. To the left lay steep wooded hills, centuries old olive groves occupying the spaces between the pine scrub that rose up towards the sky. “Next left,” came the instruction and I sucked in a breath of panic as I wondered exactly how many large vehicles we’d meet coming towards us on bends so narrow that barely one of us could pass without incident.
I needn’t have worried though. The road was mostly wide enough for us to pass any oncoming traffic unhindered, but none came. Not once did I have to squeeze the car onto a tight gravel ledge at the edge of an abyss, as instead I was able to extravagantly employ the entire width of the tarmac, taking the middle of each hairpin, able to see far enough above to know that nothing was heading towards us. Tell tale green nets lay at the side of the road in places, a sign that the annual olive harvest was underway up here at least. Through the open windows of the car, a rush of warm air greeted us, carrying the heady scent of high pine forest mixed with the odd waft of mountain thyme. For a while we stopped and stood at the roadside, gazing out over the green landscape towards distant hills and the Ionian Sea beyond. In the distance we could see the resort we’d left only twenty minutes ago. Down there, noisy bars and all day fried English breakfasts, tourists wearing wristbands entitling them to the non stop beer supply that would almost chain them to their hotel complexes. Up here it was another world, where birds twittered and insects hummed. Two cars went past in the quarter of an hour we spent there. Why can’t all roads be like this?
We found the convent before the monastery, and got talking to one of the five nuns who lived there, working the farm, looking after the animals, making conserves, soaps and olive oil to sell to visitors, and showing those visitors around the small orthodox chapel. “I’ve been here five years,” she told us in a noticeably German accent. “I worked in Stuttgart for forty years and then retired to this place. I love it here,” she continued. We could understand why. Outside the convent wall, the sound of cowbells filled the air. Gentle sounds from soft eyed creatures that briefly stopped their grazing and gazed at us disinterestedly as we paused to listen. There was plenty to keep the nuns occupied here, and it was easy to see how someone would be seduced into a life like this. Well apart from the prayers and the 5am starts that is. You wouldn’t be shooting a sunrise over the Peloponnese here either - you’d be mucking out the chickens and collecting the eggs instead.
After lunch at an open air hilltop taverna we continued our journey to the west of the island. This was our nineteenth day here, and so far I’d bathed in the warm sea on every single one of the previous eighteen. Today I wanted to visit one of the very few places on the west coast where you can drive right down to the water instead of arriving at the edge of the sea and finding yourself hundreds of metres above it with nowhere to descend and dig the snorkel out of the bag. On the way we briefly stopped at the lonely monastery, where there was nobody to guide us through the space except for a dozen or more stray cats, most of whom looked to be fending off starvation in relative comfort. It seemed the monks were caring for their more permanent visitors well.
Finally, on the north side of Maries we found the twisting road down to the coast, again blissfully empty although much wider than the one we’d climbed earlier. I’d already been pixel peeping into the satellite map and worked out that although there wouldn’t be a sunset from the stony cove, a pull in along the first straight line of road above it might offer a pleasing enough view. And after that nineteenth dip, and time spent drinking in the soft yellow rays as they turned to orange while we waited for the remaining stragglers to leave, we pulled in at the scrape of earth where I set up the tripod to capture those glorious saturated Greek colours once again. The island positively shouts colour, screams contrast and yells out vibrance sliders in a joyous sensory overload.
The quiet road had been a wondrous experience - one we wished we’d taken earlier in the holiday rather than discovering it on the third to last day. It’s a road worth taking if you need to get away from the hordes for an afternoon and find a place to while away the hours in peace.
I found guidebooks and websites misleading concerning the plumage and bare parts of the female hooded oriole. I am grateful to Wayne Withers, Engilis Photos and Brennan Mulrooney for engaging with me in the debate which enabled the identification of the bird above to be confirmed. They were responding to the original title for this image which began "Unidentified oriole..."
The breeding range of the hooded oriole is restricted to parts of the western United States, Mexico and Belize.
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Before talking about the subject in the photograph I want to reflect on all the photographs we plan but that never get taken.
My Guidebook to Western Canada describes the road between Vancouver and Whistler as “one of the more spectacular drives in North America that affords many opportunities to photograph amazing landscapes “ . Can I get my money back please as the Sea to Sky Highway was experienced in heavy rain low cloud and fog. It reminded me of driving over the Pennines on the M62 in December when it feels like you have driven out of the world. Apologies therefore for the complete absence of shots from this section of my trip
Back to things I could actually see
I encountered this odd creature on the peak of Blackcomb mountain above the town of Whistler . He was happy enough to be photographed but could not be encouraged to whistle . It was about the size of a small dog but looked pretty chunky The hoary marmot (Marmota caligata) is a species of marmot that inhabits the mountains of northwest North America. Hoary marmots live near the tree line on slopes with grasses and forbs to eat and rocky areas for cover.It is the largest North American ground squirrel and is often nicknamed "the whistler" for its high-pitched warning issued to alert other members of the colony to possible danger.
The little mammal became immortalised due to the change of name of the area. Whistler mountain was once called London Mountain due to the frequency of the rain and fog. They changed the name of the mountain and town to Whistler as it was considered more appealing to tourists . From the weather I experienced up the mountain the change of name had not caused the climate to improve
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According to the guidebook this woodpecker is an uncommon resident in Myanmar. Indeed this was the only one we encountered on our trip.
This is a female as she is lacking any red on her crown.
The Tsibri mountain range, true to its name, resembles a series of protruding ribs (ribs རྩིབ་མ་ rtsib ma, tsibma).
During the 11th century, the remote crags of Tsibri were inhabited by Padampa Sangye, the Indian master who introduced the lineages of Chod and Zhije into Tibet.
A 2001 guidebook cited the Cranford Rose Garden as having 1,200 varieties of roses. The garden features many varieties of roses including the Knock Out rose, the Julia Child rose, and the Yellow Rose of Texas. In addition, there are numerous All-America Rose Selections, as well as roses honoring celebrities such as actors Angela Lansbury and George Burns.
Fairmont Le Chateau Frontenac is a 130 years old hotel, built on the site of residences of colonial governors, and overlooks the old Port Quebec at the mouth of St. Lawrence River (Fleuve Saint-Laurent).
Not surprisingly, this hotel has seen much history, including two Allied conferences during World War II, and counts international royalty and world leaders such as Ronald Reagan among its guests.
The hotel has also been used as location for various films and TV shows, and according to some tour guidebooks, it is the most photographed landmark in Quebec City.
According to one of my guidebooks, when the Portuguese first (re)discovered the Azores in 1427, they put a bunch of livestock on the islands to see if they could survive the seemly uninhabitable rocky terrain and then left. Upon their return a few years later they found the cattle to be thriving. Now there are reportedly more cows on most Islands than people. Because of these grass fed cows, the Azores are known for cheese, milk and beef. All of which I found to be delicious. Reportedly (by the same guidebook), The Azores are responsible for almost half of Portugal’s dairy production. This cow was part of herd gazing in the highlands on Flores Island. I believe the cattle to be of the Limousin breed which was developed in France. Someone with more experience with world cattle breeds than I do needs to confirm it. Several cattle breeds have been brought to the Azores and one breed, the Ramo Grande breed, was developed on the Island of Terceira.
Reaching this site is described on page 138 of my 320-page guidebook, "Photographing California Vol. 2 - South":
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Not far from Dumont Dunes, which is described on page 144 of my guidebook "Photographing California Vol. 2 - South".
Tourist at Place Aristide Briand in the historic centre of Sète, Hérault department
Occitanie, France 21.08.2011
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Touristin an der Place Aristide Briand im historischen Zentrum von Sète, Département Hérault
Okzitanien, Frankreich 21.08.2011
In his Lakeland Fellranger guidebook for the Southern Fells, Mark Richards says of Birker Force – “while the regular tourist is content to stroll up Stanley Ghyll by graded paths and stout footbridges to stand before the plunge pool of shady Stanley Force, the fellwalker will revel in the savage beauty of Birker Force, spilling from a rim of craggy ground fringing the upland pastures”.
We've had such good milage out of the book Photographing South Wales, which we used as a travel guide last year on our two trips to Pembrokeshire, and again just recently when we met with my family in the Brecon Beacons. Whilst I'm the only avid photographer in the group, anything in the book is going to appeal to most people anyway, as the reason you go to a place like Wales is to take in the wonderful landscapes. Anyway, I can't recommend the book enough.
This particular set of trails, called Waterfall Country, was also the focus of an Ian Worth video last year, so it was fun to actually try to apply some of the composition tips he had suggested to the same location - normally when you watch these sorts of videos you never actually apply the learning to the exact same spot!
Anyway, here is my take at the cliched waterfall shot. I don't really have the right gear for this sort of thing - beyond a tripod - but it is fun to do. I made up for the lack of ND filter by whacking the aperture up as high as it'll go, and to hell with diffraction :) The one main tip I took from Ian Worth's video on the topic is you really don't need that long an exposure to get good effects, so at f/22 you can just about pull this off. I also lack a polarising filter that people recommend for this sort of shot. But mostly what I lack is experience in framing these kinds of things, and the only way to get better at that is by keeping on trying, regardless of "correct" gear.
According to one of my guidebooks, when the Portuguese first (re)discovered the Azores in 1427 , they put a bunch of livestock on the islands to see if they could survive the seemly uninhabitable rocky terrain and then left. Upon their return a few years later they found the cattle to be thriving. Now there are reportedly more cows on most Islands than people. Because of these grass fed cows, the Azores is known for its cheese, milk and beef. All of which I found to be delicious. Reportedly (by the same guidebook), The Azores are responsible for almost half of Portugal’s dairy production. These cows were gazing in the highlands on Flores Island. I believe the cattle to be of the Limousin breed which was developed in France. Someone with more experience with world cattle breeds than I do needs to confirm it. Several cattle breeds have been brought to the Azores and onebreed, the Ramo Grande breed, was developed on the Island of Terceira.