A fine day in October for a hike to the Madeloc tower and the faboulous vista, here captured in a stitch of 2 photos.

In the left the lower summit with the fortification Fort St. Elme ( planned by the famous and hyperactive Vauban). Then to the middle the small deep water harbour of Port Vendres. To the right again another military fortification just over the lighthouse at Cape Bear - before we ends up in Banyuls Sur Mer in the right of the photo.

You can also see many vinyard tracks in the hills down towards the sea.

Tootsie, my oldest cat. She is a Singapura, weighs 4.5 pounds & is hyperactive. To catch her sitting still was almost a miracle.

Texture is "Woodland" by me.

Shooting a hyperactive Soldier Beetle feeding on Poppy pollen is probably the most technically challenging macro photography that I've done to date. Lots of deleted frames. Future note to self: Do a study of the critters that feed in Poppies next year starting in May. Stay at about 2 to 2.5x but possibly change the ISO to 200 and the Fstop to 16. A little extra noise and diffraction is better than not getting enough depth or having enough stopping power.

Tech Specs: Canon 80D (F11, 1/250, ISO 100) + a Canon MP-E 65mm macro lens (about 2.5x) + a diffused MT-26EX-RT with a Kaiser adjustable flash shoe on the "A" head (the key), E-TTL metering, -1/3 FEC, second curtain sync). This is a single, uncropped, frame taken hand held.

The night of Sakrain is one such example. Poush Shankranti - the occasion that marks the end of the Bengali month, Poush - is. celebrated through the Sakrain festival. Dates of the event vary, according to different localities. This year, the occasion will be celebrated in Dhaka on 14 and 15 January.

But the festival doesn't stop as the sun.

The entire 'moholla' seemed to transform itself into an open-air nightclub. Beams of light, in red, yellow, blue and every other colour there is, moved about amongst the houses. Beautiful fireworks very often illuminated fragments of the night sky.

Festivals and fire go hand in hand, it seems. So, in addition to the strobe lights, there was also the warm and ravishing glow of fire. From the rooftop, I could see a silhouette of a man whirling a couple of fiery strings. Meanwhile, ravishing flames were brought out from the mouths of the daredevils.

The night ended after having a lot of fun and eating an uncountable amount of sweets.

I went home, with a brain hyperactive from the overdose of sugar; numb ears, from the loud music; a hoarse voice, from shouting amidst the loud music and the equally loud crowd; but also, with a happy heart, because of the beautiful vibe of Sakrain.

Had a great time watching these incredibly cute and hyperactive little animals. They took a while to come in but it was well worth waiting for once they did.

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Shooting a hyperactive beetle feeding on Poppy pollen is probably the most technically challenging macro photography that I've done to date. Lots of deleted frames.

Tech Specs: Canon 80D (F11, 1/125, ISO 100) + a Canon MP-E 65mm macro lens (about 2.5x) + a diffused MT-26EX-RT with a Kaiser adjustable flash shoe on the "A" head (the key), E-TTL metering, -1/3 FEC, second curtain sync). This is a single, uncropped, frame taken hand held.

week 5 - hyper lush pouch - based on a collage i created out of my random collection of utter crap (vintage ephemera, receipts, & paper i find on the street that i stuff into pots & cups on my kitchen dresser)

mirrors and photos

a little hyperactive processing

good for a Saturday night in October!

Happy Sliders Sunday

I think I have that out of my system!

A hyperactive little bird that forages close to water, often getting its toes wet. Airport Road, Swanzey, NH (11 June, 2020)

on occasion we see nature putting rocket behind sun, turning sunset into a creative workshop to give away plenty for. Forever playful it is light painting clouds with fanciful hues and blinding shadows, making our senses go hyperactive. Expect unexpected mantra seems to be turning into a wistful "wish in waiting” to be encouragingly given as a gift.

All what you need is to be there. And that is my New Year wish to you … to give it a shot and go to bed "sun and clouds hungry" for more …

regards and Happy New Year to you too !!!

It's usually quite difficult to take photos of Sethi these days as he is hyperactive and rarely sits still. In this case he was focused on his cousin Fynn who was chasing bugs in the garden. I guess he didn't want to catch Fynn's attention and therefore decided not to move. :)

This was taken a day after Coby's spay surgery. She rarely sleeps as sound as this when people are awake. This was one of those rare occasions when she took over the couch and almost ignored everyone. She was back to her old bouncy, hyperactive self after a few days. We had a hard time trying to keep her from jumping up and down.

These little hyperactive fire-crackers were everywhere around the lakes! Parc de Cidade, Porto, Portugal. 2015-06-08.

A quick visit to ZooMiami to see how much the cubs have grown. Now six months old they are hyperactive and demonstrating distinct personalities.

This is an eagle owl. The bird belongs to a falconry which was part of the show programme at the trade fair "Animal 2014" at Stuttgart last weekend. All birds of prey are amazing but the big round orange eyes of the eagle owl never fail to capture me.

The light was very low and I needed a high ISO and ridiculously slow shutter speed for this shot. Luckily owls are usually not really hyperactive. :)

First Snow buntings of the season for me today. Very approachable but hyperactive birds. A couple more below.

Best viewed large on black - click image

Widespread throughout the neotropics, the Bananaquit has 41 subspecies and maybe some of them will be split in the future. In the meantime I always have trouble getting any satisfactory shots of this hyperactive species. Therefore it was a special treat to come across one feeding on these beautiful white berries below a canopy of palm leaves on the delighful, laid-back island of Caye Caulker, Belize. April 2016

The Pug dog, Monkee, yes he likes it spelled that way. He was curious and agitated by my camera and I think more so by the clicking. With each frame the furrows on his brows deepened and his eyes...well those eyes.

His personality is very true to the monkey of the Chinese zodiac: The Monkey is very intelligent, hyperactive and strong-minded.

Fact, I think you can tell just by looking at his face,

He represents the unfettered mind freed from inhibitions and guilt. Fact, Monkee is without inhibitions and guilt means nothing to him.

Relieving himself from the heavy burdens of a touchy conscience, the Monkey type will not hesitate to test his theories, experiment and think the unthinkable.

Fact, Monkee is constantly pushing the boundaries.

In his domain, everything is possible. What is difficult, he could do right away; what is impossible may take a little longer.

Fact, He's just that good.

ODC is celebrating the year of the monkey

Hereios is studying idioms /expressions

Nikon D810, Nikkor 85mm 1.8G

The goats share their pasture with several alpacas who seem to serve as baby-sitters for the cheeky and hyperactive goat kids. Quite a challenging job sometimes ....:)

These little birds are usually hyperactive, flitting between branches. It was a rare opportunity to have one sit still for a moment in the open.

"The insects are delicious!" ... is about it. Couldn't help myself filming it. Such a hyperactive little Wagtail. And totally unconcerned about the photographer of course. 4k version us on YouTube as always.

The plug of white that has replaced the tip of the abdomen of this Brood X cicada is a mass of spores of the fungal pathogen Massospora cicadina.

Massospora cicadina infects only Periodical Cicadas (both 13 year and 17 year species). This fungus is synchronous with the Periodical Cicadas and is believed to have the longest life cycle of any fungus.

The cicada shown above (all photos are of the same individual) got infected as a nymph as it dug its way to the surface. Our poor cicada has now become a factory of fungus spores (asexual stage -- haploid conidia). The fungus changes the behavior of the cicada by producing cathinone (a substituted amphetamine alkaloid). The infected cicadas become hyperactive and spreads the spores around where they might come in contact with other cicadas. It also alters the cicada’s sexual behavior to increase infection rates through mating (Note – it is probably not a good idea to attempt sex with a partner whose reproductive parts have been eaten away by a parasitic fungus regardless of what species you are).

Once a cicada is infected by another cicada the fungus now produces resting spores (in the newly infected cicada) that reach the ground when the cicada dies. The spores will lie dormant in the soil until the next generation of cicadas emerge.

It should be noted that cathinone, produced by the fungus that affects the cicadas, also affects humans. It is one of the amphetamines (like speed or ecstasy). However, in order to get a usable dose of cathinone for a single human one would have to eat at least 200,000 parasitized cicadas and thus is probably not worth the effort.

Fungal pathogen (Massospora cicadina) on Periodical Cicada (Magicicada septendecim). Beaverbrook Environs, Howard County, Maryland.

A small and hyperactive bird, it won't stop hopping all over the place :-)

Merry Christmas to all, and all the best for the festive season! Cisticole des joncs - Cisticola juncidis - Zitting Cisticola

Quinta do Lago, Algarve, Portugal

It's always a pleasure to see the raccoon dogs awake as they seem to sleep quite a lot during the day. The good thing is that even when they are awake they usually don't move much and are easy to photograph compared to so many other rather hyperactive animals in the wildlife park.

I add another shot of this raccoon dog in the comments.

The silhouette of the Liverbird on the gates of Bluecoat Chambers, (the oldest suriving building in central Liverpool) pictured in front of dozens of colourful floating umbrellas.

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These are tiny and hyperactive songbird with equally tiny bill and tail and an uneven white eyering. Adult male flash a brilliant ruby crown when excited, otherwise, it remained concealed.

A hyperactive little king crowned in yellow. Lake St. Clair.

The earliest 'Hawker' of the season, Hairy Dragonflies are far more hyperactive in flight than other hawkers, rarely hovering. I was fortunate that after a frustrating couple of hours, this one landed in a bush near me for a few seconds.

Such pretty light and hyperactive kittens.

Romanian postcard by Casa Filmului Acin, no. 33102.

French actor of Spanish origin ,b>Louis de Funès (1914 – 1983) was one of the giants of French comedy alongside André Bourvil and Fernandel. In many of his over 130 films, he portrayed a humorously excitable, cranky man with a propensity to hyperactivity, bad faith, and uncontrolled fits of anger. Along with his short height (1.63 m) and his facial contortions, this hyperactivity produced a highly comic effect, especially opposite Bourvil, who always played calm, slightly naive, good-humored men.

Louis de Funès (French pronunciation: [lwi də fynɛs]) was born Louis Germain David de Funès de Galarza in Courbevoie, France in 1914. His father, Carlos Luis de Funès de Galarza had been a lawyer in Seville, Spain, but became a diamond cutter upon arriving in France. His mother, Leonor Soto Reguera was of Spanish and Portuguese extraction. Since the couple's families opposed their marriage, they settled in France in 1904. Known to friends and intimates as ‘Fufu’, the young de Funès was fond of drawing and piano playing and spoke French, Spanish and English well. He studied at the prestigious Lycée Condorcet in Paris. He showed a penchant for tomfoolery, something which caused him trouble at school and later made it hard for him to hold down a job. He became a pianist, working mostly as a jazz pianist at Pigalle, the famous red-light district. There he made his customers laugh each time he made a grimace. He studied acting for one year at the Simon acting school. It proved to be a waste of time except for his meeting with actor Daniel Gélin, who would become a close friend. In 1936, he married Germaine Louise Elodie Carroyer with whom he had a son, Daniel (1937). In 1942, they divorced. During the occupation of Paris in the Second World War, he continued his piano studies at a music school, where he fell in love with a secretary, Jeanne Barthelémy de Maupassant, a grandniece of the famous author Guy de Maupassant. They married in 1943 and remained together for forty years, until de Funès' death in 1983. The pair had two sons: Patrick (1944) and Olivier (1947). Patrick became a doctor who now practices in Saint-Germain en Laye. Olivier was an actor for a while, known for the son roles in his father's films, including Le Grand Restaurant/The Big Restaurant (1966, Jacques Besnard), Fantômas se déchaine/Fantomas Strikes Back (1965, André Hunebelle) starring Jean Marais, Les Grandes Vacances/The Big Vacation (1967, Jean Girault), and Hibernatus (1969, Edouard Molinaro) with Claude Gensac as De Funès’ wife, a role she played in many of his films. Olivier later worked as an aviator for Air France Europe.

Through the early 1940's, Louis de Funès continued playing piano at clubs, thinking there wasn't much call for a short, balding, skinny actor. His wife and Daniel Gélin encouraged him to overcome his fear of rejection. De Funès began his show business career in the theatre, where he enjoyed moderate success. At the age of 31, thanks to his contact with Daniel Gélin, he made his film debut with an uncredited bit part as a porter in La Tentation de Barbizon/The Temptation of Barbizon (1945, Jean Stelli) starring Simone Renant. For the next ten years, de Funès would appear in fifty films, but always in minor roles, usually as an extra, scarcely noticed by the audience. Sometimes he had a supporting part such as in the Fernandel comedy Boniface somnambule/The Sleepwalker (1951, Maurice Labro) and the comedy-drama La vie d'un honnête homme/The Virtuous Scoundrel (1953, Sacha Guitry) starring Michel Simon. In the meanwhile he pursued a theatrical career. Even after he attained the status of film star, he continued to play theatre. His stage career culminated in a magnificent performance in the play Oscar, a role which he would later reprise in the film version of 1967. During this period, De Funès developed a pattern of daily activities: in the morning he did dubbing for recognized artists such as Renato Rascel and the Italian comic Totò, during the afternoon he worked in film, and in the theater in the evening. A break came when he appeared as the black-market pork butcher Jambier (another small role) in the well-known WWII comedy, La Traversée de Paris/ Four Bags Full (1956, Claude Autant-Lara) starring Jean Gabin and Bourvil. In his next film, the mediocre comedy Comme un cheveu sur la soupe/ Crazy in the Noodle (1957, Maurice Régamey), De Funès finally played the leading role. More interesting was Ni vu, ni connu/Neither Seen Nor Recognized (1958, Yves Robert). He achieved stardom with the comedy Pouic-Pouic (1963, Jean Girault) opposite Mireille Darc. This success film guaranteed de Funès top billing in all of his subsequent films.

Between 1964 and 1979, Louis de Funès topped France's box-office of the year's most successful films seven times. At the age of 49, De Funès unexpectedly became a superstar with the international success of two films. Fantômas (1964, André Hunebelle) was France's own answer to the James Bond frenzy and lead to a trilogy co-starring Jean Marais and Mylène Demongeot. The second success was the crime comedy Le gendarme de Saint-Tropez/The Gendarme of St. Tropez (1964, Jean Girault) with Michel Galabru. After their first successful collaboration on Pouic-Pouic, director Girault had perceived de Funès as the ideal actor to play the part of the accident prone gendarme. The film lead to a series of six 'Gendarme' films. De Funès's collaboration with director Gérard Oury produced a memorable tandem of de Funès with Bourvil, another great comic actor, in Le Corniaud/The Sucker (1964, Gérard Oury). The successful partnership was repeated two years later in La Grande Vadrouille/Don't Look Now - We're Being Shot At (1966, Gérard Oury), one of the most successful and the largest grossing film ever made in France, drawing an audience of 17,27 million. It remains his greatest success. Oury envisaged a further reunion of the two comics in his historical comedy La Folie des grandeurs/Delusions of Grandeur (1970, Gérard Oury), but Bourvil's death in 1970 led to the unlikely pairing of de Funès with Yves Montand in this film. Very succesful, even in the USA, was Les aventures de Rabbi Jacob/The Mad Adventures of Rabbi Jacob (1973, Gérard Oury) with Suzy Delair. De Funès played a bigoted Frenchman who finds himself forced to impersonate a popular rabbi while on the run from a group of assassins. In 1975, Oury had scheduled to make Le Crocodile/The Crocodile with de Funès as a South American dictator, but in March 1975, the actor was hospitalized for heart problems and forced to take a rest from acting. The Crocodile project was canceled.

After his recovery, Louis de Funès collaborated with Claude Zidi, in a departure from his usual image. Zidi wrote for him L'aile ou la cuisse/The Wing and the Thigh (1976, Claude Zidi), opposite Coluche as his son. He played a well-known gourmet and publisher of a famous restaurant guide, who is waging a war against fast food entrepreneur. It was a new character full of nuances and frankness and arguably the best of his roles. In 1980, de Funès realised a long-standing dream to make a film version of Molière's play, L'Avare/The Miser (1980, Louis de Funès, Jean Girault). In 1982, De Funès made his final film, Le Gendarme et les gendarmettes/Never Play Clever Again (1982, Tony Aboyantz, Jean Girault). Unlike the characters he played, de Funès was said to be a very shy person in real life. He became a knight of France's Légion d'honneur in 1973. He resided in the Château de Clermont, a 17th-century monument, located in the commune of Le Cellier, which is situated near Nantes in France. In his later years, he suffered from a heart condition after having suffered a heart attack caused by straining himself too much with his stage antics. Louis de Funès died of a massive stroke in 1983, a few months after making Le Gendarme et les gendarmettes. He was laid to rest in the Cimetière du Cellier, the cemetery situated in the grounds of the château. Films de France: “Although fame was a long time coming, Louis de Funès is regarded today as not just a great comic actor with an unfaltering ability to make his audience laugh, but practically an institution in his own right. His many films bear testimony to the extent of his comic genius and demonstrate the tragedy that he never earned the international recognition that he certainly deserved.”

Sources: Steve Shelokhonov (IMDb), Films de France, Wikipedia and IMDb.

This is the last shot of Bailey... we ended letting a co-worker adopt her since she was so hyperactive and needed plenty of space to run around and lots of attention. She was there for a week, contracted parvo (from one of there previous dogs) and died. Very sad ending for such a sweet puppy.

a neighbor's cat - very friendly .. she likes to come sit and taunt my little dog who is a bit leary & too hyperactive when it comes to play and then sometimes i swear he doesn't even know when she's there

Another from Arnarstapi, may 2010, and I have few more waiting for some picture process - well, I have a lot from my travelling last summer and I'm slowly working on them :) It was just so easy to take a lot of photos in the very short Icelandic summer and to stay outside so I didn't spend too much time infront of the computer picture processing. I believe I'm not the only Icelander which becomes hyperactive with the camera at summertime and all the computer work can just wait until winter arrives :o) That precious summertime...

However, this formidable-looking goat is a dwarf 😋

about 60cm (!!) tall.

Like all dwarf mammals, he has not only a small body but also quite short limbs for his body size.

So, in spite of (or maybe because of) his striking head, "The Boss" (when seen in his entirety) just looks cute. So, the photo is a good example of the effects that framing and point of view have on the "truth* of an image.

He is currently the boss of a very amusing herd of dwarf goats. It consists of some females, a couple of younger billygoats, and quite a bunch of hyperactive, newly-born kids.

Whenever the impulse strikes, the kids put on a great, entertaining show of running, jumping, climbing and generally acting silly; just like a...bunch of kids. They are terribly hard to photograph. It is best to give up and make videos.

FWIW - There is nothing small about the smell of these dwarfs. To me, they have the same striking, strong odor as regular goats.

Location: Tierpark Lange Erlen, Basel City BS Switzerland.

In my album: Dan's Animals.

For meh little sis (she's 7)

Loves Ramen, Eats A lot of Ice cream and Snickers

Answers to Emi, Miko, Sorano, or Sora

Wears Accessories from Time to Time

Age: 7

Playful, Shy and Hyperactive, yet sometimes Annoying, Short-tempered, and Demanding (like any other child lolzzz)

I think I should thank calm Long Island people for tolerating my Brooklyn hyperactive (on Fire) personality. But I do try extra hard ... I’m tiny petite under 100 lbs female but people always notice me ... not sure if that’s good or bad but I’m always happy to meet people everywhere I go ♥️

..is what I saw when I was driving along Mulberry River, and took a blind curve. There was a gorgeous bed of Cone flowers and.. wait a minute.. are those butterflies?? Slow down, slow down, stop... But where? The road did not have *any* shoulder (curse of scenic mountain roads!). I did manage to pull off quite a distance from the spot, well off the road- I have to save my car!

Phew! The butterflies were not going anywhere. They were hyperactive though, it was just after a big rain- and there were so many :)

I just realized I am doing a messed up chronology on that day's photos (other photos from the day in comments section)- as I add them I will put in chronological order :) For now:

Have a Fantastic Friday :)

How about ON BLACK?

Our boston terrorist... err... terrier tears through the kitchen during one of her daily bursts of energy.

I gave her a different brand of canned cat food along with her usual mix of raw food due to her allergies. I didn't realise the Aldi canned food has wheat flour. I noticed she became hyperactive, and then the red brown discharge on her eyes appeared and is still there a little bit. I checked the label on the Aldi cans, and sure enough, wheat is in the mix. The canned whiskas don't have any grains. It wasn't enough to puff her paws, but enough to change her personality and behaviour to make me go looking for what had happened.

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Even more hyperactive than usual on our cold (for Tucson) December day.

Catalina Foothills, Tucson, AZ

12-15-15

This little prince is a hyperactive songbird with energy and presence! Lake St. Clair.

When I got Flynn, he was a nightmare in the house - the stereotypical crazy, hyperactive border collie. He had far more serious behavioural problems but honestly, what nearly broke me early on was his total inability to settle at home. Unless I left the house, Flynn simply never stopped - it didn't matter how much physical/mental exercise he'd had, Flynn would be literally pinging off the walls, barking his head off the moment I sat down for a cup of tea. My physical health isn't fantastic & it reached a point where I realised this situation couldn't continue. Even Flynn didn't seem particularly happy - I'm sure he was actually tired too but like a small child who has eaten far too much cake at a birthday party, he just didn't know how or when to *stop*!

Finally I worked out a routine, one which meant that we were doing less & then set about teaching Flynn an "off switch"! Every time I caught him lying down even for a moment, I'd toss food over. If he took himself to the crate, he got treats. Mad behaviour was resolutely ignored, while any & all signs of calmness were rewarded with tasty snacks. All exciting activity - playtime, more active training sessions, etc were restricted to outside. It took painful weeks/months... but finally, something clicked & Flynn began to relax indoors. Turns out, Flynn *really* likes sleeping. He sleeps from after breakfast to late-afternoon, & once he's been exercised & fed, takes himself right back to bed again & sleeps some more, quiet as a mouse, unless he thinks I might be up for another outing. Flynn's turned into quite a relaxing companion & we're both much less stressed with life!

Outdoors, relaxing still doesn't come naturally to Flynn! He is NOT the sort of dog you'd take to sit outside a nice country pub, or cafe (not if you wanted a restful sit down & a drink anyway!)... Once we're outdoors, Flynn prefers to be running & playing & sniffing & exploring. He's busy busy busy!! Even when I'm taking a break, Flynn will mostly be on the go, playing fetch & "herding" games. Sometimes though, for whole seconds at a time, he flops down beside me & we enjoy the peace & quiet together :)

One of those airplane cabin nightmare scenarios...the lady with the massive suitcase that she considers 'cabin sized'. The noisy, hyperactive child, sleeping man who encroaches into your space and interesting passenger in the seat next to you who wants to chat....Ahhhh

Vicar/priest, varsity jacket and Elder 'Enthusiast' from Citizen Brick.

Sleeping man face and grey hoodie on the drinking dude from Firestar Toys.

Carling beer/lager? by Minifigforlife

Suitcase is a LEGO Scala Oval case part 6203.

Replaced original due to 'back to front hand' it was too upsetting, I had to reshoot :-)

Maybe when he grows up, he wants to be Trumpet or a Muppet…

When I hear/read something on the media, I tend to believe it. (And I think I am not an exception). The fact that we are living in an era in which you should always doubt everything you get, is rather challenging for me, and requires investing nontrivial effort.

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I went to shoot at this event ('destruction of leaven') at the Ultra-Orthodox neighborhood of Jerusalem. The combination of many people, fire and smoke often creates interesting effects.

I shoot 'ok photos' until, towards the end of the event, this young liberated, hyperactive, astonishing girl ("And he shall be a wild ass of a man: his hand shall be against every man, and every man's hand against him; and he shall dwell in the face of all his brethren." Genesis, 16:12) showed up with her father and younger brothers. I took _so_many_ photos of her; some of them I really like. Now I struggle with the dilemma which ones to share with you? …

An extremely hyperactive ladybird which I rescued from the compost bag. Much more interested in running up and down my fingers while I tried to place it on the grass flowers; a place of safety away from my secateurs! It was joined by a second, not quite as dark coloured ladybird, but just as hyperactive. They both ended up on the soil and climbed over the crocus leaves and flower buds and I gave up trying to replace them on the grass!

Working high in tall eucalypt trees, the rasping voice of this hyperactive insect-eater gave it away. It took a while for this guy to work its way down to a level where I wasn't just getting shots of its vent!