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Bison graze and rest in the grassland and forested habitat of the Lake Audy Bison Enclosure at Riding Mountain National Park, Manitoba, Canada.

This is Treaty 2 Territory, land of the Métis, Anishinabewaki ᐊᓂᔑᓈᐯᐗᑭ and Očeti Šakówiŋ (Sioux).

This herd of Plains Bison are descendants of animals reintroduced to the area in the 1940's. While they live within a 500 hectare fenced enclosure, which is divided into two sections (winter and summer pastures), other animals in the park are able to pass through intentionally created "jumps" and "holes" in the fencing, which means it is common to also see deer, bears, and even elk in this prairie habitat. The wolves of Riding Mountain National Park have only rarely entered the enclosure, but there are plans to improve their access to the bison herd to encourage a more natural cycle of predation and herd management.

Camera setting data is inscrutable because this was shot in Manual mode with an old zoom lens...

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I’m heading over to a little darker side of Common Tern parenting today. My friends and I were elated to find this brand new family of Common Terns in June 2017. See the previous two posts for more images from this day. We watched in awe as the tiny terns scooted about and parents diligently brought food and brooded, our hearts filling to the brim. The mood changed on a dime and, without warning, a parent began attacking its tiny young nestling. We gaped in horror as we watched this confusing display. Throughout two days we witnessed this from multiple tern families and I am still unclear about the behavior. My initial thought was the adults educating their young about keeping within their own small region of the larger communal territory. Or, possibly, the young hatchling had accepted food from another tern, not one of its parents. Whatever the reason, I’m certain it is not out of cruelty, but out of some inscrutable instinct deemed suitable for raising their young to become successful adults. A short time after each attack, the tiny tern would push under its mother’s breast as she tenderly welcomed it back into her warm embrace. If you’d like to read more about my thoughts on perceptions of cruelty in nature, please view the article on my website at www.terifranzenphotography.com/perceptions-of-cruelty/

Here, you may see an early morning view along a winding, sylvan path, as you marvel at the sunlit winter trees of the woodland beyond the garden fence, or, you may see only condensation, and nod your head sagely, as you contemplate the perils of single-glazed windows in an old victorian house after a cold winter's night.

The choice depends on your outlook: Is your glass half full, or half empty?

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Is this how a fly might see? Compound eyes are somewhat inscrutable from a layman's perspective, but one would hope that they (the flies) are able to resolve a little more detail than this.

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The inversion of the view in the droplets make them seem as if they are little pits, frost-carved into surface of the glass. If that were so, how many frosty evenings might it take for those pits became holes?

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Despite my love of symmetry, I can't help but wonder why the manufacturers of frosted glass don't have a go at this sort of pattern too. Then, after the windows are replaced, we might, perhaps, get a warm, nostalgic feeling for those cold, frosty nights...

Perhaps they do, those manufacturers, and I just haven't noticed.

Nothing spectacular, but still a sweet sight on stepping out the kitchen door of a morning.

Woo hoo, this Photo has apparently been Explored--picked by Flickr's inscrutable "interestingness" algorithm. I can see it in Explore myself, but the service I usually use to give me more information is not reporting it in Explore. Interesting...

Update: Flickr Scout now reports it as Explored on the 21st, #178.

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Having only been to one good fog occurrence during twilight, in the last few months, this was made late in the night with ambient light. There was no moonlight on this occasion, either, so it was the bay cities' glow, or nothing, which was fun.

Thanks for having a look!

This is one of the camels used on Mombasa beach to give rides to tourists. This is him on his day off!

I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!

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Interesting phenomenon, observed by several photographers at the lake this day. The ducks preferred to walk on the ice from one spot to another, rather than just flying. Loved this trail of footprints.

Inscrutable ducks.

The end of next week is predicted to be a bit warm, and partly sunny. Hope that is more than just a guess.

“In the immutability of their surroundings the foreign shores, the foreign faces, the changing immensity of life, glide past, veiled not by a sense of mystery but by a slightly disdainful ignorance; for there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself, which is the mistress of his existence and as inscrutable as Destiny.”

Joseph Conrad (1857-1924)

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Thunderbird and Heyoka, the Sacred Clown

It was believed among the Lakota and other tribes that if you had a dream or vision of birds, you were destined to be a medicine man; but if you had a vision of Thunderbird, it was your destiny to become something else; Heyoka, or sacred clown. Like Thunderbird, the heyoka were at once feared and held in reverence. They were supposed to startle easily at the first sound of thunder or first sight of lightning. Thunderbird supposedly inspired the "contrariness" of the heyoka through his own contrary nature.

He alternates strong winds with calm ones. While all things in nature move clockwise, Thunderbird is said to move counterclockwise. Thunderbird is said to have sharp teeth, but no mouth; sharp claws, but no limbs; huge wings, but no body. All of these things suggest Thunderbird (and the heyoka) have a curious, paradoxical, contrary nature. You could become heyoka through a vision of the Thunderbird, or just of lightning or a formidable winged being of power. (Steiger 1974)

While clown societies were found throughout the Plains, the heyoka, or sacred clowns, were usually few in number, but were found in almost every clan. Heyoka were contraries, often speaking and walking backwards. They acted in ridiculous, obscene, and comical ways, especially during sacred ceremonies. They were thought to be fearless and painless, able to seize a piece of meat out of a pot of boiling water. They often dressed in a bizarre and ludicrous manner, wearing conical hats, red paint, a bladder over the head (to simulate baldness), and bark earrings. The heyoka was thought to usually carry various sacred items - a deer hoof rattle, a colored bow, a flute, or drum.

His "anti-natural" nature was thought to be shamanistic in origin -- and as a contrary, he was expected to act silly and foolhardy during battle (although this was found more among warrior clown societies such as the Cheyenne Inverted Warriors.)

However insulting or sacrilegious heyoka actions might be, they were tolerated, since it was assumed they were acting on the higher and more inscrutable imperatives of the Great Mystery. Heyoka were freed from all the ordinary constraints of life, and thus were usually not expected to marry, have children, or participate in the work of the tribe. Despite their bizarre acts (such as dressing in warm clothes during summer or wearing things inside out), they were trusted as healers, interpreters of dreams, and people of great medicine.

Whenever they interrupted the solemnity of a ceremony, people took it as an admonition to see beyond the literalness of the ritual and into the deeper mysteries of the sacred. Like the flash of lightning, the heyoka's sudden outbursts and disturbances were thought to be the keys to enlightenment - much like the absurd acts of Zen masters in Japan. (Hultkrantz 1987)

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Our marsh grass shredded light

is little more than ornamental,

shrunken moonplum, flickered out stars,

the dipper's disappearing crystal handle.

The bear fades too

and Hydra's feeble cluster that crown

the sycamore stand, whitening beyond

seeing soon. No matter

to the flowing dark I'm fishing nor

what drifts blind underneath the scud

my filament angles down through;

to feel what moves below in my hand

is all I need know. But cold gnaws

my fingers numb, my cotton gloves

stiff as cardboard, and when geese

zee overhead and spiral down,

I want to cry along.

I cast and wait and read

bottom stones and snag, each

slight nudge, nibble, the changing

braille. Too half-asleep

to find my face rippling under my

steamy arc, I watch the far shore,

less vanished now. You have a bite,

I softly say, breath ghosting

the air. My line

has found a correspondent twelve feet

deep, but now he's paused, still curious,

I hope, still circling

the gut hooked minnow I bled for,

quicksilver long past waterlogged,

desire and its glimmery barb

he rat tat tats back. Not yet

he says in code, enticed, but gone

silent as we wait, my hands alert

to each imagined tap. I watch the tip

where opals of water tremble

and drop. When he runs with it,

whirring the reel I fumble to wind,

my pole bowed downward,

side to side in his escape trajectory.

So much furious energy, I expect more

than what surfaces, a sunfish, too vividly

lustered for this murkish coffee, but

small, a man's hand span, at best. I flop

him to the bank, more alive now as he gasps

the air that will soon kill him.

He's striped and speckled red, gold, aztec

blue, Ra with dorsal fin, olive pitted eyes.

I kneel to grasp him. The hook

is too deeply swallowed, so I snip

the line. He's mine to keep, to carry home

as proof, but as I touch the soft

underbelly, the needled spine, blood leaks

from his mouth, trickles along the pinkish

gill. He watches me decide, inscrutable.

When I ease him into pebbly shallows he lies

motionless. He lists to one side, flutters

weakly, then rights himself and scuttles off.

The wound and buried hook are his to survive.

--Miguel deO

For a Version of I Ching

The imminent is as immutable

as rigid yesterday. There is no matter

that rates more than a single, silent letter

in the eternal and inscrutable

writing whose book is time. He who believes

he’s left his home already has come back.

Life is a future and well-traveled track.

Nothing dismisses us. Nothing leaves.

Do not give up. The prison is bereft

of light, its fabric is incessant iron,

but in some corner of your mean environs

you might discover a mistake, a cleft.

The road is fatal as an arrow’s flight

but God is watching in the narrowest light.

~Borges

Para una versión del I King

El porvenir es tan irrevocable

Como el rígido ayer. No hay una cosa

Que no sea una letra silenciosa

De la eternal escritura indescrifrable

Cuyo libro es el tiempo. Quien se aleja

De su casa ya ha vuelto. Nuestra vida

Es la senda futura y recorrida.

Nada nos dice adiós. Nada nos deja.

No te rindas. La ergástula es oscura,

La firme trama es de incesante hierro,

Pero en algún recodo de tu encierro

Puede haber un descuido, una hendidura,

El camino es fatal como la flecha

Pero en las grietas está Dios, que acecha.

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FOR A VERSION OF THE I CHING

Pero en las grietas está Dios, que acecha.

Non-Sporting Group: The Chow Chow, an all-purpose dog of ancient China, presents the picture of a muscular, deep-chested aristocrat with an air of inscrutable timelessness. Dignified, serious-minded, and aloof, the Chow Chow is a breed of unique delights.

And, while we're at it, there must be some purpose invisible, at least not obvious, behind the curve of this thick vine. Ecology has its mysteries--maybe most of it is mystery--connections at once intricate and far-reaching, Do deer pass under this arch when rising from their bed of leaves? You can see where they've nibbled at the thorny greenery beneath the arch (and how must those thorns taste?). Maybe squirrels use the arch for play, a way to keep above ground? I think surely birds alight here and maybe they sing a little of their inscrutable language before flying on. Little else can I be sure of.

Zonotrichia leucophrys

Shows up for a few weeks in the spring and again in the fall.

(2019-07-17 Explored @ #106) - Thanks, to Flickr's inscrutable "interestingness algorithm"

..but cute at the same time!

"The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,

It isn’t just one of your holiday games;

You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter

When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily,

Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo, or James,

Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey—

All of them sensible everyday names.

There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,

Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:

Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter—

But all of them sensible everyday names,

But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular,

A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,

Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,

Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?

Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,

Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,

Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum—

Names that never belong to more than one cat.

But above and beyond there’s still one name left over,

And that is the name that you never will guess;

The name that no human research can discover—

But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.

When you notice a cat in profound meditation,

The reason, I tell you, is always the same:

His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation

Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:

His ineffable effable

Effanineffable

Deep and inscrutable singular name."

- T.S. Eliot, from "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats" (1939).

* Camera details don't appear because this is a composite image I've spliced together from two shots (if you look closely you'll see the join). It was taken with the Leica D-Lux 7.

When I saw clouds billowing in the splendid skies over our home in this way, I grabbed my camera and drove the mile down to Lake Gregory. I considered God and His inscrutable, magnificent ways. "You cleared the ground before it, and it took deep root and filled the land. The mountains were covered with its shadow, and the cedars of God with its boughs. It was sending out its branches to the sea and its shoots to the river." portion of Psalm 80 How incredible is our God!

How inscrutable and incomprehensible are the hidden works of Nature!

Antonie van Leeuwenhoek

What do you mean, plagiarizing Fallout?

I have no idea what you're talking about. *eyes dart nervously*

Anyway, I'm back for another fig-off with the illustrious EvolvedTurtle and the inscrutable Scott Blankfield! For those of you who weren't around this last time we did this (And I honestly don't blame you, it was almost a year ago) here's how it works: We all build minifigs in more or less the same theme, and then you decide the winner voting for you favorite minifigure in the comments!

Or, y'know, you could not vote, and make the whole thing incredibly awkward... That works too :P

Links to the other's builds:

BrickTailor's Survivors (ft. German Flametrooper)

EvolvedTurtle's Nameless Wanderers

Edit: I know it's kinda awkward how I'm soliciting votes (I FEEL LIKE A YOUTUBER AND ITS FREAKING ME OUT) but the last few fig-offs the others have done haven't gotten any votes at all, sooooooooo

Wild west type youthful villain getting the upper hand over a fragmented universe as reflected in the mirror shattered by terrified disbelief.

//These words suggested by the inscrutable links of friendship serve to add Janos Kepes’s personal verbal articulation to Richard Wohlfart’s photographs, a single if relevant item of an infinite set of possible resonances.//

An alternate angle on this Canary Wharf Station entrance hall. This has a slightly more pleasing symmetry compared to the oblique perspective of the other shot.

I'm not sure quite why I'm drawn to this so much, but possibly it's because this is so difference in style and tone to any other tube station. It's kind of imposing and inscrutable ...

The San Francisco Giants! Thanks again to the awesome people at the stadium for getting us in to take some photos a while ago. Now that I'm down here in NZ, there's no baseball at all — it's all rugby and cricket, and I still have no idea what the heck is happening with cricket. It has very high scores that are completely inscrutable. via Trey Ratcliff on FB at ift.tt/1v05hWZ Snapchat: treyratcliff ift.tt/1qx3iMJ Instagram: treyratcliff ift.tt/1c7s6Uy

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ELEPHANT PLAINS: Located in the Sabi Sand Game Reserve, neighbouring the Kruger National Park, the Elephant Plains Game Lodge promises a Big Five game viewing experience with high class luxurious and comfortable accommodation facilities. From rondavels to intimate honeymoon suites the lodge provides its guests with a vast range of options to choose from for their accommodation. Elephant Plains Game Lodge is famous for the enthralling Big Five game viewing where guests can avail two game drives a day. With amazing facilities like swimming pool, spa, gym, library, games room and much more; Elephant Plains Game Lodge serves the guests with one of the best accommodation services in South Africa. The lodge can accommodate up to 24 guests at a time and also offer wedding planning services for those who wish to celebrate the wedding in the wilderness of South Africa. www.elephantplains.co.za

KRUGER NATIONAL PARK is one of the largest game reserves in Africa. It covers an area of 19,485 km2 in the provinces of Limpopo and Mpumalanga in northeastern South Africa, and extends 360 km from north to south and 65 km from east to west. The administrative headquarters are in Skukuza. Areas of the park were first protected by the government of the South African Republic in 1898, and it became South Africa's first national park in 1926. To the west and south of the Kruger National Park are the two South African provinces of Limpopo and Mpumalanga. In the north is Zimbabwe, and to the east is Mozambique. It is now part of the Great Limpopo Transfrontier Park, a peace park that links Kruger National Park with the Gonarezhou National Park in Zimbabwe, and with the Limpopo National Park in Mozambique. The park is part of the Kruger to Canyons Biosphere an area designated by the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) as an International Man and Biosphere Reserve (the "Biosphere"). The park has nine main gates allowing entrance to the different camps. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kruger_National_Park

SABI SAND: The Sabi Sand Game Reserve is situated in the southwestern corner of the world-renowned Kruger National Park in South Africa and consists of 65000 hectares. It is the most prestigious game reserve in South Africa and is famous for incredible leopard and lion sightings. www.sabisandsgamereserve.com

The mud hen and the duck,

What an inscrutable pair!

In morning, admirals of the pond,

By night, retired to their lair.

Wildlife sanctuary pond, in...

St. Augustine Beach (Crescent Beach), Florida, USA.

2 July 2023.

▶ Their 'lair' (out-of-frame to photo right) is a bank of the pond, protected by dense, low-hanging shrubs.

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▶ "The American coot (Fulica americana) —also known as a mud hen or pouldeau— is a migratory bird that occupies most of North America. Though commonly mistaken for ducks, American coots are only distantly related, belonging to a separate order.

Unlike the webbed feet of ducks, coots have broad, lobed scales on their lower legs and toes that fold back with each step in order to facilitate walking on dry land. Coots live near water, typically inhabiting wetlands and open water bodies, and primarily eat algae and other aquatic plants."

— Wikipedia.

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▶ "The domestic duck or domestic mallard (Anas platyrhynchos domesticus) is a subspecies of mallard that has been domesticated by humans and raised for meat, eggs, and down feathers. A few are also kept for show, as pets, or for their ornamental value. They were probably domesticated in Southeast Asia – most probably in Southern China – by the rice paddy-farming ancestors of modern Southeast Asians, and spread outwards from that region.

The Pekin —also known as White Pekin, American Pekin, or Long Island Duck— is an American breed of domestic duck, seven to ten pounds in weight (3 to 4.5 kg), with white feathers, an orange or pink bill, and orange feet. It derives from birds brought to the United States from China in the nineteenth century. It is now bred in many parts of the world, raised primarily for meat."

— Wikipedia.

— Wikipedia.

— Garden Magazine.

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The bold, open pose of the woman in Evening indicates that she is actively encouraging her partner’s attention. In contrast, the Confidence Man

(unshown), or con man, in the adjacent painting stands aggressively near his female companion. His almost threatening stance and her downcast face suggest that he is not to be trusted.

Despite the physical closeness of these two sets of figures, their faces are inscrutable and the nature of their interactions remains ambiguous. Guy Pène du Bois frequently painted stiff figures with masklike faces, suggesting social alienation beneath the glitter and gloss of the party scene.

I haven't posted a shot of her lately. She likes to sit on the ottoman, looking inscrutable, while I play on the computer.

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pets @ home ; ) - Bandit our Bengal looking inscrutable chomping grass in the garden - and yes we did have to clean the vomit up later : (

Ladder set up to fame and the Parnassus, yes, maybe, with all the necessary requisites, it’s all arranged, return tickets purchased, works of art and tools and fellow climbers ready, but still no, not here, not now, not me, out of the question, in another lifetime.

These words suggested by the inscrutable links of friendship serve to add Janos Kepes’s personal verbal articulation to Richard Wohlfart’s photographs, a single if relevant item of an infinite set of possible resonances.

Perfect Light for those chimney stacks from this angle...

Sorry I haven't been about - I have loads of Barcelona images and it's really frustrating not being able to show them. I've been working in parts of the country with no internet access in my accommodation, only to return and discover that my own broadband connection has been disabled between companies. Officially I get back online by the 4th April, obviously I''ll be quite pleased to manage it before that!

So here I am 'squatting' in someone else's home using their internet connection the minute I'm left to my own devices....flickr eh....it is indeed a terrible affliction.... ;)

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A Wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it! Something of the awfulness, even of Death itself, is referable to this. No more can I turn the leaves of this dear book that I loved, and vainly hope in time to read it all. No more can I look into the depths of this unfathomable water, wherein, as momentary lights glanced into it, I have had glimpses of buried treasure and other things submerged. It was appointed that the book should shut with a spring, for ever and for ever, when I had read but a page. It was appointed that the water should be locked in an eternal frost, when the light was playing on its surface, and I stood in ignorance on the shore. My friend is dead, my neighbour is dead, my love, the darling of my soul, is dead; it is the inexorable consolidation and perpetuation of the secret that was always in that individuality, and which I shall carry in mine to my life's end. In any of the burial-places of this city through which I pass, is there a sleeper more inscrutable than its busy inhabitants are, in their innermost personality, to me, or than I am to them? -- C. Dickens

American Visionary Art Museum, Baltimore MD

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Nik Dfine2

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Nik RAW pre-sharpen

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Topaz Impression

November 14, 2016

Macro Mondays Theme: Mysterious

Mysterious - Difficult or impossible to understand, explain, or identify

-Oxford English Dictionary-

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"When you notice a cat in profound meditation,

The reason, I tell you , is always the same:

His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation

Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:

His ineffable effable

Effanineffable

Deep and inscrutable singular Name"

T.S. Eliot, Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats