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In previous posted Denali images, I have mentioned the full-day Kantishna experience bus tour. This episode is a key reason why.
Although from a photographer's perspective, shooting from a bus full of tourists isn't ideal, the opportunity to see caribou, moose, grizzlies, and even lynx is unsurpassed.
Probably the most elusive mammal in Denali, the Canadian lynx predominantly preys on snowshoe hares, squirrels and ptarmigan. But, in this instance, when hyperphagia has its grips on the grizzlies, you can’t blame the lynx for doing the calculations on one of the two cubs near this sow.
None of these animals are the least bit interested in the busload of tourists behind them by about 100'. It's August and snow will come soon, meaning it's time to consume as many calories as possible before the lean months until the following spring. Within a couple of moments of this image, the sow picked up the scent of the lynx and went to investigate. The cubs hesitantly followed her, and the lynx disappeared....only to reappear again, coming from the brush where the most prominent of the two cubs in this image can be seen. During our brief stop to observe all of this, no interaction between the predators occurred, but I often wonder if the lynx ever plucked up more courage or decided the better option was to find something more manageable and less risky.
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#195 ⭐ September 21, 2021
Hardware: Nikon D750, Nikon 14-24mm f/2.8
Settings: 14mm, f/2.8, ISO 800, and exposure 30s
I submitted this image to the Arizona Highways magazine 2020 photo contest. It required a title and description. I struggled most with a title, and ultimately called it "Camping Reflections" based on my description below:
I am an amateur photographer and decided that while camping at Big Lake, I would attempt to photograph the milky way over the lake. Camping at Big Lake is something of a tradition among the men in our family, and on this trip I was with my brothers-in-law and two of my nephews. I’d researched some locations as well as various tips/tricks to get a starting point for capturing something worth printing. I drove out to Reservation Lake the night before and took several shots of the milky way, which I shared with my nephews the following morning. The night this photo was taken, I’d calculated the drive and setup time so I could be in position to shoot the galactic center of the milky way. It had rained heavily at the campground all afternoon, and was still cloudy as it approached the time to leave. I was hesitant to go as I believed more rain was coming, but decided to give it a shot at the last minute. As I informed the family of my intentions, much to my surprise, but my nephews both jumped up and said, “we want to come.”
We got there, setup the gear, and waited to see what the night had in store. As luck would have it, there were clouds blocking our view. We watched, waited, and managed to get several shots between cloud banks. Just when we thought we would have to call it a night, the clouds overhead started to thin. Soon, we had an unobstructed view of the milky way, and could see the occasional flicker of lighting off to the southwest. We saw the thunderstorm was moving into view when my nephew asked if we could “get the lightning too.” We spent the next hour playing with the settings trying to find a setup that worked for both the storm and milky way. We progressed to a point where we’d open the shutter, and hope that we could get a flash of lightning during the exposure.
I struggled to title this picture as it captured so much in one image. The power of the storm crossing the horizon, the sound of the rolling thunder, the insignificance felt standing under all those stars, the glow of the warm campfires across the lake… But the feelings the image is unable to convey is the fun we had capturing it, the excitement we felt when the lightning would flash during an exposure, nor the anticipation waiting for the image to be saved so that we could view it. Over the years our camper ranks have dwindled. Primarily as the younger generations graduate and move on to college or careers. It won’t be much longer until, like my son, my nephews will have obligations preventing them from camping with us. But every time I look at the image I will be reminded of that night and how much it meant to me.
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Another image from the Almenara wetland in Castellón, Spain. I was hesitant about uploading it since I wasn't convinced about its aesthetic quality, I think is a bit over saturated.
Single RAW, non-HDR image. 0.6 ND Gradual Lee filter.
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Have a nice weekend!
Hard to believe it's almost mid November. Half of the leaves are fallen from this local tree and winter is not far behind. I chose to do an HDR image on this capture to bring out the colors. I'm always hesitant to use this technique as one can get drunk on over exaggerating the capture.
Mike D.
I happened to be around the swampy area of the Lake when a very young Wood Duck brood took to the water. They seemed quite nervous and hesitant to enter the water, but, like many other animals, after one entered there was a mini-stampede behind it. This duckling fairly quickly found the lily pad, and found sitting watching the brothers and sisters from a floating pad was more to its liking. At this time of year, and given the heat and low water levels, there is a virtual canopy of reeds and other vegetation over that part of the Lake - which is just as well, given the presence of multiple species of hawk. This duckling though was in the open, and I was able to hide well enough not to alarm the adult female supervising them.
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Er hat gerade ein paar Schafe gesehen und weiss nicht, wie er reagieren soll...
He's a little hesitant because he's just spotted a few sheep among the vines and isn't sure how he should react...
These two plants sit in our garden, the purple one has these pretty little flowers on it, but you can also see those nasty prickles too. There’s usually a sparrow that nests in here so again rather hesitant to cut it down. The yellow colour is from a variegated plant that grows up through the first plant.
It had been a glorious day yesterday and we took full advantage of the fine weather, 100k ( 63 Miles) on the bike from Cardiff over to Porthcawl, I took a photo of Port Talbot but made sure that the polluting clouds were just out of shot, ( might post sometime to show that PT is not the most polluted town in the uk ;) ). We then spent some hours gardening before finally having some time for some photos. Was I tired or what?!
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Sometimes good news kind of get so into you that you feel you are floating off
Out of a body experience
Full of feelings, soo happy, joyful, anxious at the same time, hesitant, "is it true" comes to your mind
It may take a while to land and actually understand the whole concept because it's kind of unreal
Unreal that things can go your way
But I believe that the universe has a plan
Meant to be is a saying
Yes I think so
How happy I am right now
And I know that another one is happy too and I love that guy
I bet the energy string that goes across the pond, all the 5100 km, is full of love
So if you come across the string, take care of it, suck it in, breathe it in
It's one of a kind
It is ours to behold
But we will always share
I'm a bit hesitant to post this as the first one had so many views and I was swamped with new followers. Sorry I couldn't respond to everyone but just my usual contacts.
Hope your weekend is going well.
I was hesitant to post this one. There are many things I like about it, but overall it is so terribly busy. Basically I was try ting to show two things, the mist coming off of the water and the the snag that I have photographed many times before, which is now all but down for the count being held off the ground seemingly by one branch.
It is pretty much impossible to get a clear unobstructed shot of the snag, so I did my best to come up with a pleasing composition that was as simple as possible. A tall order.
Taken ten minutes after yesterday's post, there is still some brightly coloured sky coming through bits of the trees on top, but for the most part much of what is seen here is lit from above. Only at the bottom of the frame is there mist, slightly obscuring the foreground that is backlit and taking on a bit of an orange glow.
A severely reprocessed version of an earlier, more hesitant image, this time relying heavily on Photo Ninja and Viveza. To paraphrase Adams, this one "has some beans in it" !
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.
The front door is open inviting me to venture inside to explore....but, fearful of any lurking snakes I am hesitant to walk over that corrugated iron!!
With quick steps the Archmage entered the great hall. After spotting his noble lad, he adjusts his uniform and walks up towards her. Gracefully he bows the knee and lowers his head while speaking. "Milady. It has been done. The palace is secured." Her gaze thoughtfully wandered across the landscape outside the window. The sun rises, tinting the sky in a crimson red. She nods slowly. "So be it.", she speaks. Silence falls upon them. After a long pause she adds: "You may take your leave." Without lifting his glance, the mage dips his head at her once more and prepares to move back. In this moment the lady quickly turns around and grabs the colloar of his coat. "Azariel." Her voice is barely more than a whisper while her eyes search for his. "Milady.", he answers in a formal tone, hesitantly lifting his glance to look at her elegant features and trembling lips. It feels like an eternity passes by while they stare at each other, until the tension becomes unbearable.
"Did you really think you could leave like that?", she asks resentfully. "I was hoping so, Milady.", he replies in the same formal tone, dipping his head. "Come on. Pass them over already." Her lips curl into a victorious smile. "I know you have snacks in your pockets." He sighs in defeat and rolls his eyes in a not-so-formal manner. "How foolish of me to believe I could outsmart Milady."
- Credits -
Asahi:
Hair: Dura - B100
Ears: [TWC] - Diesel Ear @Engine Room
Top: [Salem] - Commanders Coat @Engine Room
Cloak: CURELESS REDLABEL - Donatien Manteau
Pants: [ContraptioN] - Deck Crew Jodhpurs
Hands: [ContraptioN] - SK3LET0 Series Prosthetic Arm
Legs: [Cubic Cherry] - {Aurum} doll leg @Engine Room
Staff: SEMPITERNAL - The Throne's Staff @Engine Room
Mechanic Arm: [ContraptioN] - Machinist's Assistant @Engine Room
Akira:
Hair: Raven Bell - Luxe Hair @Engine Room
Dress: Violent Seduction - Cosette @Engine Room
Boots: Eudora3D - Della Boots @Engine Room
Nails: [S] - Dies-sheveled @Engine Room
Necklace: !dM VictorianGothic - Crystal Cross
Decoration:
Skybox: VARONIS - Lueur Skybox
Curtains: [MF] - Burlesque red and gold curtain
Lanterns: DRD - Mystic Bastion - chained lantern
Bar: DRD - Mystic Bastion - globe bar
Rose: DRD - Mystic Bastion - enchanted rose
Candles: DRD - Mystic Bastion - small chandelabra
Chair: Atelier Visconti - Vanessa Ottoman
Rug: Apple Fall - Althea Rug
Trees: Skye - Sakura Tree
As I drove the Teller Highway in search of animals and adventure, I came across a small flock (7-10) of Willow ptarmigan on the side of the road. I captured a shot or two but didn’t even get out of the car as they are like back road chickens on the county roads of Southern Indiana…slow to get off the road and totally confused on which way to go.
As I started to proceed, they decided to cross right in front of me and then freeze in the middle of the road. Proceeding like a sheepdog pushing a herd of sheep, I drove forward at a much less than a walking speed to try and force a decision on one side of the road or the other.
What I assumed to be success became frustration as all but one crossed into the brush to the right and disappeared. The one, stayed in the middle of the road for another 15 feet or so then as if it made eye contact with Medusa, froze at full attention in place. Just as I started to honk the horn to get it moving again, the nose of a red fox began protruding from the roadside vegetation on the left side of the road maybe 20 yards ahead.
The fox entered the side of the road now fully exposed…my heart started racing as I maintained eye contact with the fox as it glanced at the ptarmigan, then me, then its prey again. I was reaching for camera gear without trying to move my head or torso…much like way back in high school trying to hide a beer once pulled over by the police! When a second, but much more cautious fox stepped out, the awareness of the undeserved blessing that I was being granted sent shivers up my spine.
As the poor ptarmigan stood frozen between a car/human and now two foxes, I captured this shot, one of my favorite wildlife shots obtained during the entire two weeks of searching the Alaskan wilderness. I took dozens of shots as the lead fox came closer and closer…wanting the ptarmigan so badly but being hesitant to get any closer to me. I began to wonder if this could possibly be the young kit that I sat with on my visit last year on the open tundra and talked to for 30 or so minutes? I was probably within a mile or two of the little guy’s den, but didn’t know if there were four or four hundred foxes living in that area. I did tell the little guy just 13 months before that I hoped to see him again.
I have no way to know if he was one of the two as photo comparisons did not yield any evidence either way. The blessing of this encounter multiplied a hundredfold with even the slightest possibility of it being the kit from last years visit.
When one considers that all things are possible with God…and that odder things have happened to odder people…. the “Maybe” has to be considered!
Adventure blessings before dementia!
She heard his whisper, his voice as if he was calling to her. She went to the Balcony doors, hesitant at first, then slowly stepping out to see. To see if he was there, down below calling to her, declaring his love for her, her White Knight coming to whisk her away to their "Happily Ever After" ?
A worried look from my Birthday Boy. Tug turned seven years old this past Thursday. Between the left over fireworks and all the thunderstorms my boy hasn't had a fun month. When it's hot and humid he knows the thunder is coming and is often hesitant to go out in the backyard. I stayed out with him yesterday. While Della was happy sniffing around in our woods Tug laid down on the little deck by the stairs going into the woods. He kept a close eye on the sky and calculated his fastest route to the back door and into the house.
Wild cat Timmy in action :-)
Happy Caturday 9.7.2022 "wild cat"
What happened this week:
A successful mission for Django
I had to go out into the garden on Friday night shortly before midnight on a peace mission, armed with a torch and a
water-MP. Timmy and a stranger black-and-white tomcat were
at each other. The stranger was even smaller than Timmy.
I guess he wanted revenge for all that plucked white fur the other day :-)
After a first salvo, the stranger disappeared into the big rosemary. Timmy went around and into the rosemary from the other side. Inside, the two of them then started to spit at each other again. Unfortunately the water-MP does not shoot
down well. But it was enough to get them both out of there.
Then I was able to shoot the stranger and keep him at a distance. When he was a little away, Timmy finally came to me,
albeit very hesitantly. After a bit of stroking and cooling down
he let me take him in my arms and I went inside with him.
A can of his favourite food calmed him down further :-)
Then he disappeared through the cat flap in the dark. When I
wanted to go to bed at 1 o'clock and whistled for him, he did indeed arrive immediately and I was able to close the gate for an undisturbed night's sleep. After some cuddling and feeding, he came to bed with me.
It is still nonsense to walk in slippers into the garden and the embankment in the dark. One day it will go wrong and I'll break something :-((( But then Timmy will have to lie in bed with me day and night and comfort me ;-)
Boo's eyes are such a beautiful blue that I was hesitant to try a B&W, but ended up liking it. Probably because it's Boo. :)
I was hesitant to post this as it was so far and such a big crop, but it really displays the agility and gymnastic abilities of the peregrines. Dad is flying upside down like its nothing and seems to be looking at the camera to make sure we got it. The neighborhood is in the background.
“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
I'm sure you are strong enough my love...
Black Redstart / phoenicurus ochruros. Flamborough Head, East Yorkshire. 21/10/22.
One of three Black Redstarts watched feeding actively in the lighthouse garden at Flamborough Head. There was another female plus a male, both more hesitant in showing themselves.
Shortly after I arrived, fog came rolling in and never really lifted, unfortunately. Poor light scuppered any decent photographic opportunities.
BEST VIEWED LARGE.
Leading lights from cultural and political circles in the big cities have also been stranded on this barren stretch of heath … With one mighty convulsion all their scenery has collapsed about them, and now they stand around a little hesitantly and awkwardly on this drafty, open stage called Westerbork. These figures wrenched from their context still carry with them the restless atmosphere of a society more complicated than the one we have here. They walk along the thin, barbed-wire fence. Their silhouettes move, life-size and exposed, across the great stretch of sky. You cannot imagine it … Their armour of position, esteem, and property has collapsed, and now they stand in the last shreds of their humanity. They exist in an empty space, bounded by earth and sky, which they must fill with whatever they can find within them–there is nothing else.… Yes, it is true, our ultimate human values are being put to the test.
-Etty: The Letters and Diaries of Etty Hillesum 1941–1943, Complete and Unabridged, Klaas A. D. Smelik (ed.), Arnold J. Pomerans (trans.) (Eerdmans Publishing Company; Novalis, 2002),
I was hesitant to add this image to my Flickr account, but truth needs to be said. As much as I love watching great blue herons hunt I find this image a little disturbing. We all have to eat. These are three juvenile herons at their rookery nest on an island in the middle of the Mississippi River in Minneapolis a few weeks ago. One of the parents dropped a sizable muskrat into the nest for the three to eat. All three took a shot at trying to swallow this large prey. All failed. Life goes on.
Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,
hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees.
- Rilke
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Thanks to ASfotos, borealnz & Steffen J. for the textures.
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When I arrived in Borken there was a light drizzle. I parked my motorbike and went scouting for a good spot to take my photo. I got my camera and the rest of the gear, set up the shot and made one exposure. I was sort of hesitant to leave immediately and waited around for a few minutes when the sun came out and gave me an altogether different and better light on the castle. I just turned my film holder around and made this image. Happyness ensued.
Shen Hao PTB45, Schneider Kreuznach Super Angulon 5.6/90, no filter, Adox CMS II 100 developed in Rodinal 1+25 using the SP-445 developing tank, scanned on an Epson V800.
Encerrado en una casa mas pequeña de lo que necesita, tiene un rictus como implorante, pero da reparo, esa mano que sale y esa mirada vacía de unos ojos azules que parecen los de una acuarela desvaída. Está encerrado en la entrada de la Cartuja de Sevilla, junto a la entrada...
Locked up in a house smaller than he needs, he has an imploring grimace, but he is hesitant, that hand that comes out and that vacant look of blue eyes that look like those of a faded watercolor. It is locked in the entrance of the Cartuja de Sevilla, next to the entrance
Pulborough Brooks, Sussex
I was hesitant about posting this over-cropped and over-processed record shot, but nevertheless, I like it's autumnal feel and, given the distance involved (I've measured it at roughly half a mile), it's come out much better than I expected.
This morning I watched a Bobcat saunter in from the woodline up to my watering tank. I just happened to be looking out our Kitchen window to see this. He spent a good 5 minutes drinking and then sauntered away. Funny thing, it wasn't 2 minutes later that 3 Deer wandered in for their morning drink. the Deer were hesitant at first, I'm sure they caught scent of the cat. But they got a good drink also.
This pic is from my Trail Cam, the light was very dim so the pic was very grainy. I worked on it in PS a bit and sized it small so it would be more presentable.
Ahh.. to be young and in love …… And WAY more innocent than we are now. 😂 at least in a mannor of speaking. I think at this time we were still hesitant to express our kinks. But anyways.. just an appreciation post to my Love. He makes my heart have the tingles, among other things >.> hehe. Shoutout to our “coolkid hipstur” styles and somewhat candid photo. :3
Thank you very muh for the visits, faves and comments. Cheers
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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Ladies and gentleman, if I may… the National Bird of the United States of America. Pardon my drama!
I’ll call this a “life bird” as this is my first time seeing one in the wild. I have been watching eBird... and Mike Stoy continues to say we need to go there… but I am hesitant to believe we will see one… finally, we go with Jan Ward, and there are two on a tree behind the southmost pond. There are four other photographers there already below the birds, giving us the hairy eyeball, as we slowly approach by car and park some distance away…
We are lucky to get some shots off before they finally fly. Exhilaration. We also saw and photographed Kestrels, a Red-tailed Hawk, Wild Turkeys, a photogenic GRBH, Canadian Geese, Cackling Geese, Grebes and Hooded Mergansers… a great morning - the Birding Gods were smiling…
The continuing story of Bobby the blackbird. As previously mentioned our lovely friendly blackbird is looking after his offspring well and will come to tell us at the window, when they need more food.
We have now taken to feeding him either at the back door, or on the side garden, as Billy the less confidant one seems to have an aggressive streak and chases poor Bobby.
Here's Ken, with his head chopped off, feeding Bobby who's caught in flight, with a mouthful of sultanas.
I've no idea where the name birdbrain came from, as this little character is so bright.
He now not only comes to the kitchen window ledge to see if we are there, he's taken to fluttering at the patio door, landing on an ornamental umbrella, just watching me on the computer. He then follows me around to the side of the house to be fed.
I had a bit of a fright this morning, having said there were no Magpies about, two appeared, along with some larger black Crows or Rooks.
Bobby seemed a little hesitant and waited a while before flying off.
I'm growing even fonder of my little friend, if thats possible :)
lots of memories I've in this road ways ! we always crossing their when we go here & their !
This is the bridge through which my childhood passed through my youth !
All those feelings that I passed through this bridge and felt them changing too !
I must have been just seven-eight years old when I finished Kindergarten and was sent to school for further general education, it was probably the time of the torrential rains of 1994. At that time, I was afraid of being away from home and was hesitant to go to a new environment, even though my father had brought me along, I was crying. Now it was another matter that in the next fourth class, I would also meet Jackie in the same circumstances as I was experiencing that day.
I love this angle looking northeast toward downtown St. Paul. This photo took a long wait, as the glaciers probably moved faster than did this manifest trying to make a start down the Mankato Subdivision. This train left Hoffman Yard and slowly worked its way to under the Wabasha Street Bridge then stopped for 10 minutes. The train then moved the distance of two city blocks near Ontario Street then stopped. I figured there had to be opposing traffic or something causing them to be so hesitant. Sure enough, a long manifest was ending its journey on the Mankato Subdivision and coming into St. Paul. Another 30 minutes went by, perhaps to give traffic downtown a break - the first manifest occupied Chestnut Street for 15 minutes. Finally, this westbound finally moved onto the Mankato Subdivision and completed a glorious scene here viewed from the High Bridge. I estimate it took 1 hour and 30 minutes for this to get here from Hoffman Yard - a distance of only three miles away.
Lady Harriet Hartley hunts hesitantly for a hedgehog through a hedge on her Hereford estate, careful not to let the branches ensnare her hair or hat, or scratch her delicate hands and face. Why? Well, that I cannot tell you. You had best as her yourself.
The theme for “Smile on Saturday” for the 24th of May is “here is the H”, a theme where it is required to take a photo where something beginning with the letter H should be the main subject of the picture. In this case, I have managed to capture a few items that begin with the letter H. Lady Harriet Hartley wears a lovely Nell Gynne hat (the first H) in a most becoming shade of mauve. Her hair (the second H) is set in a stylish coiffure and she holds her hands (the third H) to her chest as she walks. One could also identify that her head (a fourth H) is the main focus of our attention. Lady Harriet Hartley is also a half-doll (another potential H, although I am not counting it because it hyphenated). I think that makes this photo perfect for the theme! I do hope you like my choice for the theme and that it makes you smile!
The "half-doll" is a dainty porcelain or bisque figurine, fashionable in the early Twentieth Century with an upper body, head, arms, but no legs. These dolls were produced in the thousands at the height of their popularity by German factories such as Dressel and Kister, Heubach, Goebel and Kestner. Later they were produced in France, America and later still, in Japan. They commonly served as handles and toppers for fabric covers made for powder boxes on ladies’ dressing tables and small brushes, however they were also made for jewellery boxes, pincushions, tea cosies and other covers. In this case, my beautifully hand painted German half-doll with her Seventeenth Century style dress and floppy Nell Gwynne picture hat, would have been made for a lady’s boudoir. She is one of my larger half-dolls and nine centimetres in height, so I imagine she would have probably been a topper for a jewellery box, brush or pincushion.