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This is a teapot by artist Jiri Duchek and the crackling glaze is referred to as 'stingray skin glaze', although it is different from kairagi glaze, which, to my current information, ist the 'real' stingray skin glaze and crackles in a way so that the original clay underneath breaks through. This is not the case here, and also this particular teapot is somewhat hesitant to crackle, as I have seen other examples also made by Jiri that are much more prone to crackle. The tea that was brewed was a puerh from Jingmai mountain in Yunnan.
I have not taken an image of a bird or animal in at least six months. When I heard about this local Mandarin duck my interest was peaked but candidly I was quite hesitant to photograph it. Obviously not a wild bird and everyone with an iphone from hear to Sunday has photographed it. Today I had sometime this afternoon and decided what the heck, I'll go find it and take some shots. Well, I found the people first which led to the duck. It is clearly now habituated as unfortunately it is being fed bread and likely other not so suitable stuff from the human hand. Interestingly, it is near impossible to get at eye level unless you want to put waders on and go into the creek (I actually thought about doing that as I have waders in my trunk). Any who, I did manage to get fairly close to eye level on this shot. The image is also fairly well processed in LR and PS, but I like the end result. The Philadelphia celebrity duck!
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The contrast could not be greater after the mist of Baguio , we visited the Philip-Ann beach resort , Anilao , Batangas Calabarzon on the island Luzon, Philippines
The song: I won't let the sun go down on me , is the theme song there.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNEvxbbyH5A
The info:
Anilao is a quiet barangay on the northern coast of Mabini, a peninsula-municipality that separates Balayan Bay from Batangas Bay. Yep, it’s just a barangay. But Anilao’s popularity prompted resorts in neighboring villages to market themselves as also part of Anilao. These days, as far as tourism is concerned, Anilao is almost synonymous to the whole Mabini municipality.
Thanks to its proximity to Manila (only 3 hours away), it has become an ideal destination for divers, especially to beginners who may be a bit hesitant to travel to the far corners of the country for a first dip. The hidden wonders it keeps in its depths are no longer secret, but they continue to amaze curious souls.
The La Jolla tide pools at Hospitals is a pretty common location for San Diego photographers.
Sunset during the winter months tends to be more colorful and spectacular than summer sunsets, with more clouds and the southern angle of the sun allows for better captures of the coastline. But, it is also so commonplace to see my social feeds fill with these images and I am hesitant to add mine to the pile. So, when I captured this image, which I really enjoyed in color, I thought I might remove all of the color and just focus on the tone and texture of the natural beauty along the La Jolla coast.
I find that the monochrome image takes away all sense of temperature, and the timing between the tide cycles allows for enough of the coast to be revealed without leaving empty space between ocean and continent, giving something of a primordial feel.
A female polar bear checking out the ice. Most of the bears had already gone out onto the ice but she seemed hesitant to go out. Maybe she was a first time mom or maybe it was because the males had also just gone out so she was being extra careful and waiting a few more days.
T. subulata has a body length of around 9 to 15 mm; its colour is varied, from light grey to very dark or reddish brown. It usually has well-developed wings and if scared may fly away readily.
This species frequents mainly wet places: moist grasslands near streams, riverbanks and mudflats, but it is also sometimes found in drier places.
Before mating, the male and female communicate with visual signals. When a male detects a female, he approaches her step by step with a hesitant waggling gait. If the female is mating, she responds to the male's approach by moving her hind legs up and down. Adults lay eggs from August and may be found from June-July of the following year.
"...Whenever we manage to love without expectations, calculations, negotiations, we are indeed in heaven. Although the road is never ending take a step and keep walking, do not look fearfully into the distance... On this path let the heart be your guide for the body is hesitant and full of fear.
..."
Quote by Rumi
...8 more days to wait...a little hesitant still to take a look on the weather forecast...but there are plenty of options if the conditions will be poor....Thanks, Udo.
“If you feel lost, disappointed, hesitant, or weak, return to yourself, to who you are, here and now and when you get there, you will discover yourself, like a lotus flower in full bloom, even in a muddy pond, beautiful and strong.”
Masaru Emoto - Secret Life of Water
I feel undecided , flickering , hesitant to gave you my heart ♥
. . . . . . it's all what I have , will you take care of it !!
or your gonna break , crack ، shatter it !
. . . it's hard to find a person deserves it :)
. . . . . . . . cause of that it's better for me to keep my heart in my thorax ♥.
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“If you feel lost, disappointed, hesitant, or weak, return to yourself, to who you are, here and now and when you get there, you will discover yourself, like a lotus flower in full bloom, even in a muddy pond, beautiful and strong.”
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This black bear cub seemed hesitant to climb down this big tree but mama bear was at the bottom of the tree to encourage him.
"Hold up a mirror and ask yourself what you are capable of doing, and what you really care about. Then take the initiative - don't wait for someone else to ask you to act."
~Sylvia Earle~
"The key is taking responsibility and initiative, deciding what your life is about and prioritizing your life around the most important things."
~ Stephen Covey~
"Chess teaches foresight, by having to plan ahead; vigilance, by having to keep watch over the whole chess board; caution, by having to restrain ourselves from making hasty moves; and finally, we learn from chess the greatest maxim in life - that even when everything seems to be going badly for us we should not lose heart, but always hoping for a change for the better, steadfastly continue searching for the solutions to our problems."
~ Benjamin Franklin~
I believe that today people find it more and more difficult to take initiatives. Everybody seems to me hesitant, suspicious and fearful. I wish I could reassure them and help them understand that nothing will happen unless we take the intiative to do it. Believe you can and you are half a way there!
Happy new week ahead everyone! Thank you for your visits and your constructive and sweet comments always... xoxo
It was quite entertaining but a little hesitant sometimes and I can't say I blame them. They were trainee lifesavers because their minibus had something of that description on it. Ive trawled the net -forgive the pun ;) but couldn't find out anything about them disappointingly..
... with the well-behaved coming home :-((( Monday night Timmy came home at 4:39 a.m. and in the morning I discovered white fur on his claws. He also looked a bit plucked. But he didn't seem to be injured any more. He slept on the terrace until half past eleven and then very hesitantly went out to his territory :-)
In front of the house I picked up some white fur. Our caretaker had already disposed of much more. So Timmy was the winner on points :-))))
I think the white hairs in the picture are from the opponent.
Happy Caturday 25.6.2022 "Hand on fur"
This bird can be found from upper Central America and throughout most of South America. The SC is described as difficult to see because it bounces around mid-level trees, which it does do; however, it is also surprisingly unbothered by enthusiastic birders. The first time I spotted one, I was hesitant to get close because I assumed I would scare it off, but a local told me to get closer even though I had to walk over very dry leaves and twigs. And it stayed put.
Where the western edge of the Great Plains meets the eastern edge of the Front Range, the edge of a snowstorm wandered back and forth as if it were hesitant to leave the mountains.
Ten inches of snow last week, eight inches from this storm--these were the first substantial precipitation events since early July 2021.
The first storm started on December 31, as the ashes of 1,091 houses smoldered--the Marshall fire, driven by 100 mph+ gusts, had spread through the towns of Superior and Louisville on December 30.
This was the last of 30 spoonbills to fly off to roost for the day. This fella had a bum left leg and seemed to bend outward. It was very noticable when it was wading in the shallow waters. Was hesitant to lift off, I can imagine there was some pain when doing so.
As I was leaving to head home I spotted this wonderful scene and couldn't resist sending the drone up one last time. It was on 25% battery and I was hesitant, but I'm glad I risked it. This turned out beautiful!! Vlog below…
I have been hesitant to post much MRL stuff this year, mostly due to the fact that the state has been swamped with people all summer and most are probably sick of it by now! It hasn't stopped me from shooting of course, as history sharpens it's blade, but I haven't felt the urge to post something and have it lost in the sea of other images. However, I finally felt like posting something. Getting a standard cab leading west of Trident is almost impossible these days unless you catch the Logan Local delivering to Trident. Beyond that, standard cabs simply just don't lead. However, an RCL unit from Laurel has snuck onto ballast trains, which unfortunately have featured pairs of ACe's the last two years as opposed to the SD40 pairs they usually rated. As the sun just starts to peek over the foothills of the Trident area, the ballast train loaded and on the move west. Trident used to have an entire town and depot in the background. The depot is now a wonderful museum in Three Forks. I'll go back to digging into the archives for MN stuff until the chaos slows down out here, but this sure was a great dawn.
A very much photographed spot at El Matador State Beach in Malibu, CA.
I took this on New Year's Eve 2018.
There were two other photographers in the same spot as I at this time, right before the sun disappeared below the horizon line. I got to "cut in line" because one guy was hesitant to get any closer since the waves were coming through this rock portal every few moments and he didn't want to get wet.
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I hope they survive out in the open.
Black-fronted Dotterel
Scientific Name: Elseyornis melanops
Description: The Black-fronted Dotterel is a small wader with a distinctive black face-mask and breast-band and prominent chestnut scapulars (shoulder feathers). In juveniles, the breast-band is initially absent but a brown band slowly appears as the bird develops. Legs are pink orange, and the bill is red with a black tip. The dark eye is ringed with red. In flight the wings look broad and the tail short, while the black and white contrast is striking. Flight is slow with almost hesitant wing beats. This species is also called the Black-fronted Plover.
Similar species: The adult and immature Black-fronted Dotterel are unmistakable, though the juvenile could be confused with the juvenile and immature Red-capped Plover.
Distribution: The Black-fronted Dotterel is widespread throughout Australasia.
Habitat: The Black-fronted Dotterel is found in the shallow margins of wetlands, lakes, rivers, sewage farms, storm drains and marshes. It is normally always near freshwater and is not often seen on the coast.
Seasonal movements: Breeding resident.
Feeding: The Black-fronted Dotterel eats small molluscs as well as aquatic and terrestrial insects. When it forages, it keeps its body horizontal while bobbing its head to look for food, often running then stopping suddenly to peck at food items.
Breeding: The Black-fronted Dotterel lays its eggs in a shallow scrape, often on pebbly ground and quite close to water. It may have more then one brood per year. Both parents incubate the eggs and look after the young.
Calls: Sharp 'tip' call, singular or repeated three or four times.
Minimum Size: 16cm
Maximum Size: 18cm
Average size: 17cm
Average weight: 32g
Breeding season: September to February
Clutch Size: 2 to 3 eggs
Incubation: 27 days
Nestling Period: 25 days
(Source: www.birdsinbackyards.net)
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Having just begun playing with composites, I have been hesitant to post any of my first attempts. This is the first one with results that I didn't feel looked cheesy. The bird was shot over the Gulf of Mexico off the Florida Panhandle. She is flying over the Mediterranean off the Spanish coast. Oh what fun!
It was a vile night. One of the roughest for a while. Rain lashing in, wind rising to a low roar as it bashed the trees about. But Phil Hatcher sat beside me was quietly confident. "They'll come in" he whispered, knowing he had never had a 'no show'. And sure enough they arrived on scene, the first I knew was when Phil slapped me on the leg to draw my attention which had been trying to focus on shadowy parts of the darkness where wet ferns and bushes waved and sparkled little eyes at me with the light reflected in quivering raindrops. And sure enough two wild pine martens had dashed into the pool of light in front of us. They move quickly, hesitantly dashing from one branch to another, leaping over impossible gaps to land higher up, and stare back down at us. I enjoyed that moment when I couldn't believe what I had just seen as they disappeared as quickly as they had arrived (a feeling I had enjoyed when I last saw a wild black panther in front of me).
Phil Hatcher in Strontian has a fabulous hide set up with lots of natural props for the wildlife to pose on. There's a reflective pool, lichen covered wooden gate, branches high and low, spaced to encourage the pine martens to jump. It's a wild environment outside his converted conservatory but one he is keen to exploit and encourage nature watchers and photographers to visit for a rare experience that must put it in the bracket of being 'the best'.
I was there for five hours when the weather chucked its worst at us, but two pine martens must have visited about five times, once for only about 10 seconds, but later, for about 10 minutes. It took me a while to adjust to get my settings about right and I found my equipment was slow to focus.......you need to be quick to catch these things, but it was a great experience. I'm lucky enough to live in this area, but still after a year here, only twice before had I had a fleeting glimpse of a pine marten, dashing to get out of my car headlights at night.
The pine marten is the one elusive creature that really states how wild Ardnamurchan is. And Phil Hatcher's hide in Strontian has to be the best place to see them
..we now know the horrible terrible goings-on in the nights at our house and who is responsible.
it's TRISH !
she sent us these 2 horrors from her adventures in new orleans, mama and child.
and now these dolls commit their nefarious deeds in the middle of the night.
digital.
I've been hesitant about posting because of the tragedy in Paris, but I guess life goes on. and I wanted to finish this story.
je suis paris
This duck could feel my presence but was somewhat hesitant to turn around. My camera was in silent mode and she could hear the very soft click click click! She never flew off, she just got in the water and behave like a normal duck ie Stayed calm on the surface but paddled like hell underneath.
Amsterdam - Lange Niezel
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Black-fronted Dotterel
Scientific Name: Elseyornis melanops
Description: The Black-fronted Dotterel is a small wader with a distinctive black face-mask and breast-band and prominent chestnut scapulars (shoulder feathers). In juveniles, the breast-band is initially absent but a brown band slowly appears as the bird develops. Legs are pink orange, and the bill is red with a black tip. The dark eye is ringed with red. In flight the wings look broad and the tail short, while the black and white contrast is striking. Flight is slow with almost hesitant wing beats. This species is also called the Black-fronted Plover.
Similar species: The adult and immature Black-fronted Dotterel are unmistakable, though the juvenile could be confused with the juvenile and immature Red-capped Plover.
Distribution: The Black-fronted Dotterel is widespread throughout Australasia.
Habitat: The Black-fronted Dotterel is found in the shallow margins of wetlands, lakes, rivers, sewage farms, storm drains and marshes. It is normally always near freshwater and is not often seen on the coast.
Seasonal movements: Breeding resident.
Feeding: The Black-fronted Dotterel eats small molluscs as well as aquatic and terrestrial insects. When it forages, it keeps its body horizontal while bobbing its head to look for food, often running then stopping suddenly to peck at food items.
Breeding: The Black-fronted Dotterel lays its eggs in a shallow scrape, often on pebbly ground and quite close to water. It may have more then one brood per year. Both parents incubate the eggs and look after the young.
Calls: Sharp 'tip' call, singular or repeated three or four times.
Minimum Size: 16cm
Maximum Size: 18cm
Average size: 17cm
Average weight: 32g
Breeding season: September to February
Clutch Size: 2 to 3 eggs
Incubation: 27 days
Nestling Period: 25 days
(Source: www.birdsinbackyards.net)
© Chris Burns 2021
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We have been inundated with two packs of coyotes in the ravine so I have been hesitant to go down with my dog by myself. Last night we all went down and I saw a Mallard pair, eight Golden Eyes, a mama Merganser with eleven red-headed chicks, a huge beaver, three different kinds of gorgeous butterflies, five Warblers and this Night Heron! That is what I SAW - but, you never know what else is watching...
This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.
Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.
If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.
John O’Donohue
I took this portrait with permission from her parents. She was inquisitive but shy and a little hesitant about the camera being as close as it was but I like the intensity of her expression. I showed her her portrait, but she remained silent and sought the reassurance of her mum.
Circular Quay, Sydney
January, 2020
I’m hesitant to send this picture into the world. I don’t think it’s very interesting or appealing to anyone, not even sure what it is to me, but I do care for it. It’s not about the circumstances in which it was taken. A sunday stroll like many others, in the dunes of Wassenaar. Almost too late in the afternoon, but we felt compelled to leave the house and our screens for at least a few hours before office life would take over again. So we took the car and drove to the beach. (Sometimes it’s the woods but frankly, this coastal area with its heath and dunes stretching along the entire country, feels like the only proper Dutch landscape, whereas the woods, well, they feel like a poor imitation of what the name suggests). In any case, rather ordinary circumstances, pleasant, but ordinary. It’s about the landscape itself, as unspectacular as it is. It’s an archetype of the landscape that I have known all my life. Not necessarily liked, but known. Trees and shrubs always a bit messy, brownish and barren on a sandy soil. A transitional area just inland, a landscape that has never properly made up its mind. Not very pretty really. But there is a path, of course, with a sign to indicate it’s a path. Because every bit of what we have, and it isn’t much, is made accessible. This particular blue sign has been around since forever, I remember it from my childhood, when I went for sunday walks with my dad. I always felt that its picture represented me and him. I like the different tones of green alongside the path, and how it meanders into the distance, mimicking the twisty branches of the trees.
I had a wonderful morning yesterday, alone on the beach, a stye scudding showers scattered the other hesitant beach walkers. I had to endure a few wet episodes, but the wind was so strong it wasn't long till the sun peeped from behind the silver lined clouds, bathing me in Silver Joy by Damien Jurado.
Momenti dell'indimenticabile periodo a bordo della Princess Cruises, terzo anno:
1) Stringendo felice il Premio Speciale Princess
2) Ingrandimento del Premio Speciale Princess
A lungo sono stato indeciso se postare questo premio perchè non volevo incensarmi, alla fine ho deciso e ve lo racconto:
Al mio terzo anno sulla Princess sono stato promosso Chief Officer e con quel grado dovevo anche assumermi maggiori incombenze e responsabilità. Quello che mi ha fatto guadagnare questo "special award" è stato un episodio avventuroso: In una delle crociere Los Angeles-Messico, al largo della "Baja California" avevamo ricevuto un SOS da una petroliera norvegese (senza medico a bordo) che chiedeva aiuto perchè aveva un malato in precarie condizioni.
A causa del mare molto agitato non potevamo avvicinarci molto con la nostra nave a quella norvegese, però si poteva tentare l'avvicinamento e poi l'affiancamento usando la motobarca. Ci provai assieme al nostromo (anche lui premiato) e, rischiando non poco di esser travolti e rovesciati dalle onde, alla fine riuscimmo, infilandoci dalla parte sottovento (dove i marosi erano minori) ad affiancarci e ad accogliere il malato, calato con una gru. Altre peripezie fra vento ed onde fino a raggiungere la Princess, ancora da sottovento, ed affidare finalmente il malato al nostro medico,
Tutti i passeggeri, avvisati del cambiamento di rotta con conseguente ritardo di approdo al porto di destinazione, stavano a guardare dalla fiancata della nave e, a salvataggio avvenuto, non potete immaginare quanti applausi a me ed al nostromo, quasi come una rete segnata nella finale della Coppa dei Campioni!
p.s.: chiedo scusa per il "cigarillo" giuro che, qualche giorno dopo, ho smesso definitivamente di fumare
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I have been hesitant for long time whether to post this award because I didn't want to boast, at the end I decided and I'll tell you about it:
During my third year onboard the Princess I was promoted to Chief Officer and with that rank I also had to take on more Duties and Responsibilities. The one that earned me this "special award" was a little adventure: During one of the Los Angeles-Mexico cruises, along the coast of "Baja California" we received an SOS from a Norwegian oil tanker (with no doctor on board) asking for help because they had a sick person in precarious conditions. There was rough seas and we had to, without the two ships being too close, make a bit of way with the motorboat that was risking in the rough sea until we went alongside them to pick up the sick man and then retrace the path to bring him on board our ship. I went there with the boatswain (also an award winner) and, with the motorboat that at certain moments seemed to capsize, at the end we managed to solve the case and to entrust the sick norwegian to our doctor,
All the passengers, warned of the change of route with consequent delay in arriving at the port of destination, were watching from the side of the ship and, once the rescue was completed, you can't imagine how many applauses there were for me and the boatswain, almost like a goal scored in the Champions League final!
p.s.: I apologize for the "cigarillo" I swear that, a few days later, I stopped smoking totally