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Anything can happen in the next half hour. This juvenile Galah arrived with Dad this afternoon for the first time and was very alert as it surveyed its new world as can be seen by the raised crest.
Young fledged Galahs wear a grey coat over a light covering of their traditional pink feathers and this grey coat thins down as they get older, turning blotchy then to the traditional pink feathers. This one, although on its first visit as far as we know seems to have lost a lot of its grey. They are very cute as they grow and learn about their new world.
The class of '24 really didn't arrive until November. This morning we had a group of six juveniles still very much in grey all together exploring our backyard and a tiny piece of their new world.
The crest denotes a cockatoo as opposed to a parrot.
A trip out to the Chilterns in Oxfordshire to photograph Red Kites with a couple of my photo buddies. We just happened to pick the hottest day in 2020 with no clouds in the sky.
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I happen to have a friend in Wellington called Dawn but she doesn't look like this. The view is from Wadestown looking up the Hutt Valley from our capital city. Somewhere below the tree on left is the major fault line which runs through NZ. Our civil defense built their HQ right on the fault so I guess if there is a major earthquake they will be first to know of it.
It's been a hard day for me but tomorrow is another day.
when me trying to give bath to my love .(which is my car )
than my friend come and try to give me bath .
than this happened,
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Of Course They Didn't Hire You As The Mall Easter Bunny...You'd Scare The Shit Out Of The Kids.
Remember What Happened Last Year?
Dave: Bruno, who is your little friend?
Bruno: He's NewToy72. But sometimes I call him Toppy.
Dave: Well, that's specific.
Bruno: I'm nothing if not specific.
Dave: What happened to NewToy71?
Bruno: Eva. She's also responsible for the premature departure from my life of the majority of my other NewToys.
Dave: And what makes you think that NewToy72 will do any better?
Bruno: I'm keeping him close to me. That and he's a dinosaur. Nothing bad ever happens to dinosaurs.
Dave: Um, Bruno, there's something you should know.
Bruno: Is it taco Tuesday?
Dave: Nope.
Bruno: Then I'm pretty sure that whatever you were about to tell me is 'optional knowledge'. Toppy and me are just gonna hang and rule the family room. Nothing bad can happen when you're hanging with a dinosaur.
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Bruno and his stuffy dinosaur. This is a tribute to Duncan and his human tv writer (link in the first comment). I couldn't believe it when I saw that Duncan had the exact same dinosaur as Bruno. That and the fact that it's Dinovember (a real thing according the the Royal Tyrrell Museum) made for the perfect opportunity to get a photo of Bruno with his new BFF. And yes, Eva is often the destroyer of toys in our house. They tend to do well - until all of a sudden they don't and are transformed into a pile of fluff.
Happened to walk past this little forest today and found Wild Maianthemum bifolium (False lily-of-the-valley) in bloom!
So often it happens that fire escapes on the outside of buildings catch my attention. Later on in my studio, they also invite me to creatively play with them. This one was captured in Enschede, a town in the East of the Netherlands. I turned the construction of round shapes and metal steps into a whirling ballet of rhythm and motion.
While scouting locations for my next character photo, I just happened to see something with a windlight I needed to capture.
Del Amitri - „Nothing ever happens“
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TxbIU0X-lCI
Post office clerks put up signs saying "Position Closed"
And secretaries turn off typewriters and put on their coats
And janitors padlock the gates
For security guards to patrol
And bachelors phone up their friends for a drink
While the married ones turn on a chat show
And they′ll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow
"Gentlemen time please, you know we can't serve anymore",
Now the traffic lights change to stop, when there′s nothing to go
And by five o'clock everything's dead
And every third car is a cab
And ignorant people sleep in their beds
Like the doped white mice in the college lab
And nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
The needle returns to the start of the song
And we all sing along like before
And we′ll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow
Telephone exchanges click while there′s nobody there
The Martians could land in the car park and no one would care
Closed-circuit cameras in department stores
Shoot the same movie every day
And the stars of these films neither die nor get killed
Just survive constant action replay
And nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
The needle returns to the start of the song
And we all sing along like before
And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow
And bill hoardings advertise products that nobody needs
While "Angry from Manchester" writes to complain about all the repeats on TV
Computer terminals report some gains in the values of copper and tin
While American businessmen snap up Van Goghs
For the price of a hospital wing
And nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
The needle returns to the start of the song
And we all sing along like before
And nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
They′ll burn down the synagogues at six o'clock
And we′ll all go along like before
And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow.
I happened to turn around and catch this lovely patch of light where I had just walked through.
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This is what happens when I forget to move the outdoor trash cans away from the screen door. The bowl of cat food is so the neighbor's outdoor cats won't eat my birds & squirrels since I offer easy food up high where only a cat can get to it. But when the trash can is left in reach of the screen door, baby possums have learned how to climb the screen and reach the edible treasure. I saw this guy one night & went out a different door to sneak up and get a few shots before moving the food out of reach. He had just reached the top of the can in this shot. Checking to make sure no one around, didn't see me yet.
Baby North American Opossum /Virginia Opossum (Didelphis virginiana)
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Stripped to the waist we fall into the river
Cover your eyes so you don't know the secret
I've been trying to hide
We held our breath to see our names are written
On the wreck of '86
That was the year I knew the panic was over
Yes, since we found out
Since we found out
That anything could happen
Anything could happen
Anything could
After the war we said we'd fight together
I guess we thought that's just what humans do
Letting darkness grow
As if we need its palette and we need its color
But now I've seen it through
And now I know the truth
That anything could happen
Anything could happen
Anything could
Baby, I'll give you everything you need
I'll give you everything you need
But I don't think I need you
Stripped to the waist we fall into the river
Cover your eyes so you don't know the secret
I've been trying to hide
We held our breath to see our names are written
On the wreck of '86
That was the year I knew the panic was over
Yeah, since we found out
Since we found out
That anything could happen
Anything could happen
Anything could
I know it's gonna be
But I don't think I need you
Ellie Goulding
Something happens on LEA24. Clouds of cubes marauds the most black an white sim an the elements starts moving. (a contrast to the colorful bubbles in my previous picture)
(maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/LEA24/154/131/25)
The "Somewhere in sl" picture series (or "The Adventures of WuWai in Second Life") is my guide and bookmark folder to wonderful, artful, curious or in other way remarkably sims of second life with travel guide WuWai Chun.
More pictures of WuWai's adventures: (Follow this link)
Experiment time! What happens when you grab a grape vine tendril from the garden and try to turn it into a gnarled sculpture? This. It’s not perfect – no experiment is; but you know what experiments are? Fun!
We have some overgrown grape vines in our backyard, partly due to my lack of tending the gardens this year. My focus has been shipping books, prints, and getting things in order for our big move to Bulgaria. A gentle reminder that if you want a copy of my new book, the clock is ticking on placing an order: skycrystals.ca/product/pre-order-macro-photography-the-un... - or get in touch if you’d like a print of any of my work! There is a bit of a backlog for prints as I’m still shipping images from my Kickstarter campaign, but I’ll make it work.
Anyhow, this image: the goal was to find a vine with character. A vine that wasn’t symmetrical or a spiral, something that made its own rules. I think this one tried to wrap around various blades of grass and ultimate failed, but it made for an interesting structure. Then, I started placing the water droplets.
Only a few at first, all placed with a hypodermic needle. Droplets stick very well to vine tendrils of a variety of plants, allowing me to add extra water to make some droplets bigger, or suck up droplets that form in the wrong location and find a better spot. There’s a lot of slight adaptation to the design, and you’re never completely satisfied with the results. The droplet on the right side in the middle, as an example, I now wish was larger.
I didn’t have the right flowers, another drawback. I could only find “mini” Gerbera Daisies for this shoot. I would have liked the black area in the droplets to be smaller, but that would require one of two things: the flower to be closer to the droplets (and thereby being more in focus in the background), or the flower to be physically larger in the same position. A distracting background would ruin the image, so I opted for a larger black border. This could have been solved by another process of shooting with a wider aperture, but then extensive focus stacking efforts would have been needed. Choices, choices!
Shot with a Lumix S1R and a Tamron 90mm F/2.8 macro lens. It was focus stacked, but only two shots required; the high-resolution mode was activated on the camera to allow for more extensive cropping, still yielding a very valuable image.
In the end, I like this image. It’s funky. It’s a little off-beat. It’s fun – and that was the entire purpose of the experiment.
Just happened to see this quaint and very interesting old house in England. The house is probably two hundred years old, or possibly older. The barn seems to be attached to the house, which was not uncommon there a few hundred years back. There are many in England that are this old or much older. Victoria was probably still the Queen when that pram was made. I love the car and the old pram parked outside together. The configuration of the front wheels, on the pram, is quite interesting. I’ve often wondered why they made them that way.
Just about anything can happen and we will go on, as long as we have each other...
One thing that always stands out when I hike here-ducks, geese, even snapping turtles all seem to tolerate each other, and even join in the party at times...
It was blazing hot and I wanted to dip my toes into the water, but snapping turtles?! Maybe next time...;-)
Union empty slabs are being shoved down into ET, while 8 crew works the valley yard, and a random 4 pack of units sits inside the receiving yard inside ET.
As we left there was another 4 pack of units tied down on the siding, where the crew had died on time.
BENNY:
It will be a fun fish and chips party dear Daisy Maude, I promise you! We're going to eat fried fish and....I'm going to surprise you with a "Hollandse Nieuwe". That's a raw herring with onions that you have to slide into your mouth. It's called "Haring Happen".
Typically Dutch
Herring may be called Hollandse Nieuwe if the fish is sufficiently fat, and has been chewed, salted and matured in the traditional Dutch way. (Croaking is the traditional way, while heading is done with computer-controlled machines.) In addition, the herring, like any fish, must be deep-frozen at a temperature not exceeding -20°C for 24 hours. The maturation process takes at least one day and up to seven days at a temperature of 0-4°C. Enzymes from the pancreas and salt play a major role in maturing jerked herring and ultimately determine the flavour.
Dutch herring are served with onions
This was originally meant for a contest but didn't quite work the way I wanted it but I still liked it. Also... my hair is a straight biotch to photoshop!
A short story about what happens when you talk back to your mother. This chick, like most kids, appears to be saying something that his mother does not like. You can view her reaction in the second photo. And in the third photo he seems to say "I'm sorry Mom!". Taken at Cape St. Mary's Ecological Reserve, Newfoundland.
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It looks like I styled this shot doesn't it? Actually I had brushed the leftover basil to the side of the cutting board just before I took the jars out of the water bath. It was only when I was cleaning up that I stopped an looked. Sometimes life just throws you an image.
03-November-2023
It happens on average every 15 years, now around 20, that the south-westerly wind blows strong and prolonged into the Gulf of Trieste coming from northern Romagna.
The gulf is very windy, but there are also long periods of calm, but no wind, even the strong Bora, can create high waves, given that within this stretch of sea the maximum distances between the coasts are between 20 and 30km.
The only exception is provided by the wind that comes from the south-west in the wind rose and enters the only opening towards the rest of the Adriatic between the Grado peninsula (FVG, Italy) and tip/rt Savudrija (Istra, Hrvatska).
Through this passage the wind fishes on approximately 250km of sea surface and manages to generate waves of up to 3/4m (sea force 4/5 on the Douglas scale) which are decidedly important values for the area.
This is what happened on Friday 3 November 2023, to which a strong high tide was added, flooding the adjacent state road 14 (viale Miramare) in the Barcola section and where wood, branches, porphyry cubes, concrete blocks were dragged (dragged for meters and metres) algae, stones, sea gravel and seafood.
The road surface is approximately 6m above the sea level.
The photos were taken in reportage style, so point and shoot without paying too much attention to the composition and limiting the image quality to have a quick shot with very short times.
The purpose is not that of likes, obviously, but to document an event which for those who know these areas with little waves was very significant.
The precedents of the last 70 years are very few (1957, 1969, 1984 and 2003) and each time the seafront and the popular bathing establishments have been strengthened so, from the significant damage that occurred, it can be argued that it could have been the strongest storm ever or, at least, among the strongest for this area.
It happened.. it's not very often that you get to see a rainbow off to the East and a beautiful sunset to the West ... all at the same time... :-)
I was privileged to see it this evening.. :-)
This is the rainbow.. I will show the sunset tomorrow.. :-) anticipation is good.. LOL
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Strobist Info: 1 Pentax AF540FGZ light up the background trigger by on-board flash. 1 Continuous light point up to the ceiling.
No Photoshop here. Took me several hours to get this pictures right.
I would sum up my fear about the future in one word: boring. And that's my one fear: that everything has happened; nothing exciting or new or interesting is ever going to happen again ... the future is just going to be a vast, conforming suburb of the soul
J.G. Ballard
It finally happened. After months, and months, and even more months (15 in total) of longing for a kitten/cat I finally found one. I was to see the breeder today for an in person interview and then this little fellow would be coming home with me. But then I put my back out and couldn't get there. I really hoped she would say not to worry, she would just hang onto him for a week or so but alas that was not to be, He will be going with the next person on the waiting list and I will be going to the bottom meaning another 18-24 months of waiting. In the mean time I will keep looking. There has to be a cat out there somewhere that needs me.