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Doing what it seldom does.... catch some rest... and having some deep thoughts :). Overland Park Arboretum, KS
One of my shots I got of the humming birds when I was at Dead Horse Ranch State Park. It always amazes me how fast they flap their wings. To keep up I had to have a very fast shutter which meant a high ISO as well to compensate.
В этот день мы отправились в страну башен и легенд, небольшую, но очень живописную республику Ингушетию, и планировали снимать закат уже на перевале Цей-Лоам. Тогда мы были уверены, что время на дорогу мы выделили с приличным запасом и полностью учли предыдущий опыт довольно частых остановок, чтобы запечатлеть что-нибудь красивое.
Дорога к перевалу, как изящная лента, свивалась среди еще заснеженных гор, простираясь вдоль хребтов и бархатных лугов. Это была не просто асфальтированная трасса, а настоящий аттракцион пейзажей, устоять перед красотой которых было практически невозможно. За каждым поворотом открывались новые, впечатляющие виды: скалистые вершины, вздымающиеся до самых небес, и глубокие долины, которые убаюкивали своим одиночеством. На остановках мы видели, как дикие цветы распустились среди камней, делясь с нами своей жизнерадостностью. Слышали тихий шепот быстро текущего где-то вдали ручья и гул мириад насекомых, как только стихал могучий ветер.
Говорят, что время в такие моменты замирает. Допускаю, что так оно и есть, просто происходит не с каждым и точно не с нами в тот день. Часы неумолимо отсчитывали секунды и у нас оставалось не так много драгоценных минут до момента, когда солнце начнёт погружаться за горизонт. Свет становился мягче и самые высокие пики уже укутывались в пушистые облака, готовясь провести эту ночь с комфортом. Вскоре небо окунулось в золотистые и малиново-розовые оттенки, а случайные облака, попадающие в лучи закатного солнца, отражали невероятную палитру цветов.
Поднявшись на перевал, мы оказались в плотном облаке, одном из многих, которые эти каменные великаны с седыми головами, укладывали подле себя. Ветер, словно старый и уставший пастух, подгонял белые тучки будто зазевавшихся овечек, открывая на мгновенье сияющие вершины. Некогда бушующее пламя заката угасло, оставив после себя лишь тлеющие угли, которые продолжали искриться, словно напоминая о том, что где-то внутри них еще осталось пламя и они просто ждут, чтобы их разожгли снова.
Может быть, я не успел на закат в его строгих рамках времени, но я получил массу впечатлений, оказавшись на одном из самых красивых перевалов Кавказа, и это для меня гораздо важнее. В итоге мы обсудили планы на рассветную съемку, и отправились устраиваться на ночлег.
On this day, we set off to the land of towers and legends, a small yet very picturesque republic of Ingushetia, planning to capture the sunset already at the Tsey-Loam Pass. At that time, we were confident that we had allotted enough time for the journey, fully considering our previous experiences of frequent stops to capture something beautiful.
The road to the pass wounds like a graceful ribbon among the still snow-covered mountains, stretching along ridges and velvet meadows. It was not just an asphalted roadway, but a true attraction of landscapes, difficult to resist the beauty of which. With every turn, new, stunning views unfolded: rocky peaks soaring to the very skies and deep valleys that lulled with their solitude. At our stops, we saw wildflowers blooming among the stones, sharing their cheerfulness with us. We could hear the quiet whisper of a rapidly flowing stream somewhere in the distance and the hum of myriad insects as soon as the mighty wind calmed down.
It’s said that time stands still in such moments. I admit that it may be true, but it doesn't happen to everyone, and certainly not to us that day. The clock relentlessly counted the seconds, and we were left with not many precious minutes until the moment the sun would begin to sink below the horizon. The light was growing softer, and the highest peaks were already wrapped in fluffy clouds, preparing to spend the night in comfort. Soon, the sky was immersed in golden and rose-tinted shades, while the scattered clouds caught in the rays of the setting sun reflected an incredible palette of colors.
Having ascended to the pass, we found ourselves enveloped in a dense cloud, one of many that these stone giants with their silver heads laid beside them. The wind, like an old and weary shepherd, nudged the white clouds as if they were dozing sheep, momentarily revealing the shining peaks. The once-raging flames of the sunset had faded, leaving behind only smoldering embers that continued to sparkle, as if reminding us that somewhere within them, the fire still lingered, simply waiting to be rekindled.
Perhaps I didn’t make it to the sunset within its strict confines of time, but I gained a wealth of impressions by being at one of the most beautiful passes in the Caucasus, and that is far more important to me. In the end, we discussed plans for the dawn shoot and set off to find a place to spend the night.
Taken at a friend's home
Newnan, Georgia
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Photo series of humming bird or as we call them here blenchi in my mango tree.
I have never seen a nest so small, the eggs looked like jelly beans, at first the color was white then the color changed to brown. When the birds came out the egg they were black and so tiny the mom would still sit on the nest.
Yesterday the last one left the nest.
It was a joy to follow these birds from the making of the nest to last one leaving the nest.
Love these little beauties ... :-)
No use of my hummer image in any form without my permission! Thank you kindly!
Hum u Istri poznat je kao najmanji grad na svijetu, zbog čega je jedno od najatraktivnijih istarskih izletničkih odredišta...
I was experimenting with my flash that I never use. I've had it for years and I've decided I should start learning how to use it. I have two, both Pentax. One the 360 and the other the 540. This is the Pentax AF-540FGZ Flash. It works through the camera and is pretty much automatic. The only drawback is that it limits my shutter speed to 1/200. I got a few shorts though. Still the wings are blurry but you can clearly see the outline.
On April 2nd I was very excited to find a Rufous Hummingbird perched on a thin twig. I was testing out my new Sony a1 II using precapture at 30 fps hoping to get a take off shot. When I saw a blur of action as a second hummer approached the one sitting on a twig and buzzed it. It literally happened in the blink of an eye. My capture times show it all happened in .04 second!! 1/4000, f/6.3, ISO 1250 with Sony 200-600 lens.
I sat on my back porch watching a humming bird contend with a yellow jacket. It occurred to me that this was like me being confronted with a timber wolf wielding a poisonous sword.
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air...
(By Lord Byron)
Part of a wall from 1927 by architect Hendrik Wijdeveld, covered with a granite layer with decorations inspired by the Amsterdam School.
I got the thought of the 3D visualization of humming, but maybe I'm a bit strange....
This image epitomizes my latest problem with my flowers. They're so thick, I can't maneuver into closer or better position for the bird. Probably doesn't matter because there are several of them and they're busy chasing each other in between slurps. They're fast too - I'm convinced somebody's gonna pick me off. Then there's the minimum focus problem, when they decide to hover in my face and look at me. Anyway, bird is far away in this one cropped a lot but I really wanted to show the sea of flowers. You can't see that pink and red salvia, but it's in there too along with poppy orange, Lantana yellow, and the target Mexican Sage.
Haven't had much luck getting a decent Hummer shot this year, so here's one from the archives to celebrate the season... :)
EXPLORE July 109 They don't sit for long, and the whole while they sit, their little heads are turning one way, then the other, ready to chase off any other hummers that enter their territory.
These beautiful little hummers frequent our garden all year.
Captured with a Sigma 150-600mm telephoto on a Nikon Z9 in morning light.
Female Allen's I think. Good to see her in one of these succulent blooms. They're really sucking me dry mostly. Aside from chasing each other, my hummers are actually sharing the feeders on occasion.