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In a country full of spectacular waterfalls, and despite the obvious drawback in that one can never expect to experience this place alone, Skógafoss has been the one to set my pulses on red alert each time I’ve visited. Ok, so that’s only twice - well three times if you count the very brief pit stop we made here on the long journey east to Stafafell - but the mere sight of it makes for a display of extraordinary power. Not only in terms of the improbable physics that are happening right there in front of you, but also in the hold that it will take on your senses as you stand here at the bottom. Sixty metres tall and twenty-five wide, this is where the highlands end abruptly as that huge curtain of water crosses the divide and plummets down to earth in a resounding crescendo right there in front of you. There are bigger waterfalls in Iceland, but you can’t stand underneath many of them like this. And this one has such pleasing dimensions, that clean and uncomplicated single drop perfectly proportioned and surrounded by clouds of vapour that make you wonder whether you should have brought some shower gel and a bath towel. And a thermos full of piping hot coffee to help with the hypothermia afterwards.
We’d come here after breakfast on our third morning in the area, having agreed that the misty grey conditions would suit the subject well. Ironic that when we’d passed through here a week earlier, there had been a bright rainbow right in front of Skógafoss. There had also been a large number of visitors, taking endless Instaselfies as they tripped from their coaches and raced excitedly towards the action. That day we had to wait for a space in the large car park, such was the popularity of the place. Finding the visitor numbers too distracting, we soon moved on, although perhaps we should have photographed that rainbow and made merry with the clone tool later. At that stage we were getting rather blasé on the subject, having spent the previous day photographing a particularly fine example at Háifoss. But there were no more waterfall rainbows for the rest of the trip, and little did we realise we’d missed our chance.
Arriving in the middle of the morning seemed to have paid off. Although far from empty, the car park was noticeably quieter than last time, and with the aid of that trusty pair of welly boots I was soon paddling about in the shallow river, setting the tripod low to bring that foreground rush of water towards the bottom of the frame. And miraculously in these moments there were chances to get the shot with only minimum numbers of stragglers to contend with. There’s always someone standing as close as they dare to, but I only had to airbrush two spectres from the scene here. Bring your wellies and you can often go to places where others can’t.
Last time we came to Iceland, on that final night before heading back to Reykjavík, I got what became my favourite shot of the trip in the form of “Sandwich Bags, Spray and Spectators,” where I was that person standing as close to the white wall as I dared to. And now, an hour after this, I took my favourite shot of this second adventure with “The Watchers.” Very possibly my two most loved images of all time in fact - from a personal point of view anyway. I’m starting to wonder whether or not it’s a coincidence the place delivers pictures that make me feel this happy. I’m quite content with this one as well for that matter. While Skógafoss keeps giving me moments like these, I’ll carry on coming back for more.
Sandwich Bags, Spray and Spectators: www.flickr.com/photos/126574513@N04/50702613408/in/album-...
The Watchers: www.flickr.com/photos/126574513@N04/52420303660/in/album-...
It was a balmy 22 degrees high up in the Alleghenies on a stunningly beautiful winter morning as an improbable scene played out before me this past Saturday. A 1949 Baldwin, lettered as it originally would've been for the C&O railroad, is in it's second life hauling a heavy passenger train up the steep grades of the Western Maryland scenic railroad. Acquired and restored by the WM, it normally sports their Fireball scheme, but was recently temporarily put in C&O for some events. Fortuitously, the railroad left the lettering on for its winter trips this weekend. I didn't want to pass on the unique opportunity to shoot it in this livery, and diverted to Cumberland for a day from my already planned weekend railfan travels to go see it. I'm sure glad I did, because the show they put on Saturday is one of the best steam events I've seen. Long live 1309, and all the folks who put their heart and soul into restoring this magnificent locomotive.
The largest on in this grouping is 5 inches (~13 cm) in diameter.
They just seem so improbable, popping up in suburban lawns.
The improbably named Lower Slaughter is quite simply one of the prettiest villages that I have come across. With its beautiful Cotswold stone cottages, its shallow river, old watermill and low footbridges it reminds me of Bourton on the Water, which lies just over a mile away. The River Eye (seen here) feeds into the River Windrush to the south of Bourton on the Water.
The Grade II-listed water mill, dating from the early 1800s, has an undershot waterwheel and a chimney for additional steam power. The building is now a museum having last been used commercially as a mill in 1958.
La scène du groupe CHADANE, juste avant leur concert du 13 juillet 2023 au 'bar de plein air' de la brasserie Garatelle à Vairé (85) France.
Scientific name: Amphipyra felis.
The elusive Cat-eared Caterpillar resembles its closely-related caterpillar brethren except for its unique vestigial ears, which resemble those of the common housecat, Felis catus. Fresh fruit, especially those of the orange variety such as peaches, apricots, and kumquats, are edible favorites. However, during mating season, this species is known to gorge itself on wild catnip, which leads the caterpillars to stagger around drunkenly for some random one-night encounters.
En début de matinée, goupil a traversé l'étang au beau milieu des canards.
Un grand merci à Sylvain Crassous qui me l'a signalé.
"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. ...
Let come what comes, let go what goes."
Happy Wednesday, all!
Having brought this train down from Ayer the conductor climbs into the cab for one last time before bidding farewell to the pride of his former employer's fleet. Unless by some highly improbable miracle that CSXT chooses to keep these for their OCS fleet it is not likely he'll ever see them again.
This is CSXT train M427 destined from Rigby Yard to Selkirk where the duo will catch a ride south to Waycross, GA home of CSXT's office car fleet. Momentarily paused at New Bond street at the south end of the former Pan Am Worcester Main, the ST crew has tied down the equipment where it will be fueled and wait until early afternoon when the CSXT Boston Line crew will come get it for the journey west across the old Boston and Albany.
While looking resplendent in fresh paint, CSXT AC4400CW 235 is a veteran herself more than a quarter century old having been built by GE in Jul. 1996. But that still makes her nearly four decades PAR2's junior as she was built by GMDD in Jan. 1957 as CN 6516.
Worcester, Massachusetts
Monday June 20, 2022
Panel of a mural by Belin aka @belin.es, seen at 641 West 50th Street in New York, New York.
Photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
Edit by Teee.
Le probabili impossibilità sono da preferire alle improbabili possibilità.
Aristotele, IV sec. a.e.c
Non c'è nessuna elaborazione o manipolazione in questa foto: un alberello è riuscito a nascere perpendicolarmente ad un muro di mattoni... e a dimostrare come la tenacia possa superare le probabilità avverse.
Buona serata :)
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Straight down into the fish pond at Tvrdalj Castle. I suppose this improbably complex structure must have served its architect’s unknown purpose.
07:15 CST
Improbable as it may seem, it's the middle of summer and Buba caught a cold.
The vet says it's nothing serious but she should take things slow and easy for a few days.
As you can see, she has no problems with that.
In fact, with the way she enjoys lazing on the sofa, we suspect that maybe she's faking illness to get even more sofa time...
No, just kidding, poor girl. Get well soon :*
Première neige. Rose de novembre. Deux improbables blancheurs pour le marcheur du matin.
First snow. A november rose. Two improbable whiteness for the morning walker.
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“You are not a drop in the ocean... you are the entire ocean in a drop.” Poet RUMI
Challenge on flickr. CoF166 - WATER & WORKED
©annedhuart
Night comes on. Looking east to New Jersey from Delaware on a still December evening a few years back. A Lonesome Duck headed across, leaving an improbable wake on mirror water. I was standing on a dike in the Bombay Hook National Wildlife Refuge.
Lost In Time Jungle region Lost In Time in Nadejdae grid, Opensim
I decorated this chapel a long time ago.
indigo, mottle of purple and amber, ink,
Damson whipped with cream, improbable colours of sea
And unanalysable rhythms--finger foam
Tracing, erasing its runes, regardless
of you and me
And whether we think it escape of the straight way home.
[from Littoral by Louis MacNeice]
I discovered this poet yesterday thanks to Lune Rambler www.flickr.com/photos/39981363@N04/16470173821/ and so I dedicate this to her. I'm so grateful, and I wonder why we didn't study MacNeice in my English Specialization.
my textures applied to this teeny-tiny, smaller than the top of my pinkie, flower