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Or is it the other way around? In the battlegrounds of middle earth, rampaging Orc scouts found their match in the Rohirim riders hunting them down.
Rohirim riders equipped with BrickWarriors helmets and swords/battle axes.
Quite a bit of action last night with 3 owls out hunting at the same time so very hard to whittle out these from the loads I took. Excuse some the noise but some are at ISO12,800.
late spring steelhead fishing on the Muskegon River. The water was a bit high for wading but it was worth the trip
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Autumn is underway in Alaska. Hunting camps have opened - the State Fair has opened - schools have reopened - road construction is winding down, boats are being pulled from the waterfront and stored in backyards until next spring, and tourists in RV's are fleeing our state in great numbers. All of this activity takes place in the space of about two weeks.
In this image you see a hunting camp that is road accessible. From here you can either fly to your favorite hunting spot, or go by horseback. It is an area with abundant wildlife, and spectacular scenery. If you run into some miserable weather - the cabin will wrap you in it's warmth and comfort, while you enjoy a "mug up".
"Where is that pesky updraft," asks Gregory Golden Eagle. This last weekend, I got cross-eyed at all the retouching and went for a stroll down to the the McIntosh Lake loop trail from the Agricultural Heritage Center, The Lohr McIntosh Farm, but saw the growing sky to the west. The previous shot was from last autumn. eDDie stopped by from his trek and we chewed some fat (no carbs). However, when I swung away from the MAC parking lot, I headed out across the farm when I saw the old windmill against the clouds in this sky and needed to shoot it yet again. What else is left to find? I needed to shoot this sky first. Is there another view against this interesting sky if I crop in tight? We could use some serious clouding around here, PLEASE!
There is always something at McIntosh. I couldn't help myself and had to throw up another sky over the Dickens farm house. I think that sky sets off the windmill at the McIntosh Agricultural Museum. I tried to keep the tones as they were.
This is the McIntosh-Lohr Farm Agricultural Museum on Highway #66, (not the same as Route #66) It goes up to Estes Park and mostly ends @ east Flatteville and Hwy. #66. I dropped my intended walk when I saw this clouding that really popped the windmill.
My first successful encounter with a pygmy owl was incredible, yet flawed. Twenty feet off the road and at shoulder height, the owl stood atop the branch of an old snag. It was hunting in a snowstorm. I wasn’t the only visitor to stop. A dozen other passers-by were mesmerized at the flurry of activity so close to the road. It might have been the best morning of a hundred visits to the park but for the fact that I had not driven alone. For on this occasion I had come with a coach and there was no place for the driver to park. A ranger showed up quickly, angrily threatening to ticket everyone involved. The hunting gaze of the owl made me feel twice as threatened. It was a great few moments and dozen snaps but I can’t help thinking of the opportunity lost.
Day 5 of our vacation trip
Charleston, SC - Savannah, GA (~175 M, 280km)
On out trip to Savannah, GA we made a detour to visit the Hunting Island Light which is located in Hunting Island State Park on Hunting Island near Beaufort, South Carolina.
Construction started in 1859, but was set back as the tower was destroyed during the Civil War in 1862. Major George H. Elliot is credited with the 1860s development of what is known as the "segmented cast-iron" light house design. In the United States, two were constructed: the Hunting Island Lighthouse and subsequently Florida's Cape Canaveral Light House. Hunting Island’s Lighthouse was designed to be disassembled and moved if required. It consists of cast-iron sections, each weighing up to 1200 pounds which are bolted together to form the shell. the shell is lined with brick, which constitutes the main load-bearing structural element. Erection commenced in 1873, and was completed in 1875.
The Lighthouse was first located on the northern portion of Hunting Island, South Carolina, but severe beach erosion threatened the light station and its structures. By 1888 it was reported that the Atlantic Ocean’s high tide had reached within 35 feet of the keeper's house. As a result, the Lighthouse, the keeper's home and two other structures were relocated a mile away in 1889 to their present locale.
The Light House continued operation until deactivation in 1933. As part of Hunting Island State Park, the tower remains open to the public and is listed in the National Register of Historic Places. (from wikipedia)
In this scene, one of the most recognisable constellations in the night sky — Orion (The Hunter), with his famous belt and sword — rises over the slumbering Swedish-ESO Submillimetre Telescope (SEST) at ESO’s La Silla Observatory in Chile.
More information: www.eso.org/public/images/potw1728a/
Credit:
Y. Beletsky (LCO)/ESO
A Cheyenne hunting party looking to bring home the bacon.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic
Came upon this one while I was investigating an animal call I wasn't familiar with.
I was able to get some photos while it made some slow laps around the field. I like how some of the bushes in fall colours blurred out with the wide aperture.
A wolverine (Gulo gulo) hunts for small mammals in a high elevation meadow, Absaroka-Beartooth Wilderness, Montana.
My hiking partner and I stood on a small granite knob to the side of the valley, resting for a moment in the afternoon light and taking off the packs for a minute. We arrived at this point after having been off-trail in the mountain wilderness for 15 miles. Our route led over several passes, up and down drainages that were first choked with downed logs in the forest, and were then transformed by elevation into rock-strewn, twisted heights. Prior to this point, we saw zero mammalian wildlife save the regal Least Chipmunk and the scolding Chickaree Squirrel. There were plenty of deer, elk, and moose tracks and lots of fresh scat, and we also noticed several places in which elk had bedded down the previous night. We must appear oblivious to them, since they were all able to avoid us for many days.
As we stood plotting a route across the stream and consulting the map once more to re-affirm the path we wanted out of the meadow, this thrilling animal moved with singular purpose into view. It pounced into hollows near the stream looking for rodents to eat, and it dug furiously into one of the stream banks. It was unclear whether the effort resulted in a meal due to the angle of observation. It then crossed the meadow, and as it did, it would sometimes leap into the air and pounce with its front paws, similar to what I have seen coyotes and dogs do when hunting rodents. It ultimately leapt across the stream, hunted along another bank, and then it climbed up a granite shelf and disappeared from view amongst the rocks and low vegetation. We stood for awhile just gibbering about the probability and luck involved in us being there to watch and photograph. The wolverine didn't bother to look at us once, though I have no doubt it knew we were there and immediately pegged us as doofuses.
This photo is an extreme crop due to a stripped-down camera setup for backpacking, and I admit is of poor quality. However, I never thought I would see this species in the wild, let alone photograph it, so I decided to post it anyway. The essence of wilderness cannot be more absolutely defined than by the presence of the wolverine.