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The establishment is owned by Mr. JD Russel, a distinguished gentleman with rugged good looks and dark hair. It was rumored that he had once stood alongside the President during the famed charge up San Juan Hill, a tale that added to his allure. Whenever he was not engaged in assisting patrons, he took pleasure in offering a complimentary piece of hard candy from his extensive display.
This day, as I approached the entrance, he could be seen diligently sweeping the walkway. Upon noticing my presence, his face brightened with a warm and cordial smile as he stepped forward to hold the door open. “Good afternoon, Miss MacKenna. A truly splendid day, is it not?” he inquired graciously. I responded with a smile, expressed my thanks, and offered a playful wink. “Indeed, Mr. Russel, it is a most delightful day,” I replied.
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Bear Lake in full autumn colors. Love fall at RMNP, but can't wait for winter when all the tourists go home and I get "my" park back. I'm standing on a rock IN the lake to take this shot. Some guy actually got on the rock with me. My tripod was in the water because the rock was not big enough. Yet a man got on the rock with me, and said I was rude because I shook my head, grabbed my tripod and left. Either he was crazy or stupid because I was twice his size, either way I just walked away like my mama taught me to.
In Explore October 26, 2021
Mushroom along the road in October.
Paddenstoel langs de weg in oktober.
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This flower is also known as Nigella. It was growing in my garden for the first time ever so of course I had to photograph it.
This family of Great Horned Owls was seen together after sunset, in Walnut Creek, California. Perhaps they were celebrating Spring!
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“In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you. Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.” ― Nizar Qabbani
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Camera: Sony DSC-RX1RM2 #rx1rm2
Lens: Carl Zeiss Sonnar 35mm F/2
f/8 | 1/400s | ISO 100
Capture One Pro #captureone
The Big Maple Plain (1216 m) is located in the middle of the Alpine Park Karwendel on the Eng Alp in Tyrol, Austria and can be reached only via Upper Bavaria.
The Eng Alp is the biggest alpine pasture of Europe. Here everybody can see how farmers are important for taking care of the landscape. Thanks to their constant care and a regular use of the alpine pastures the big Ahornboden (Maple Plain) can be maintained in perfect conditions. In summer almost 500 cows graze on this alpine pasture and some of the maples are older than 500 years. This splendid tree is one of my most favourite.
In the Dark
Billy Squier
Life isn't easy from the singular side
Down in the hole some emotions are hard to hide
It's your decision, it's the chance that you take
It's on your head, it's a habit that's hard to break
Do you need a friend, would you tell no lies
Would you take me in, are you lonely in the dark
In the dark
In the dark
In the dark
You never listen to the voices inside
They fill your ears as you run to a place to hide
You're never sure if the illusion is real
You pinch yourself but the memories are all you feel
Can you break away from your alibies
Can you make a play, will you meet me in the dark
In the dark
In the dark
In the dark
In the dark
In the dark, ah ah ah
Don'tcha need me, hey, hey
Don'tcha need me, oh yea
Don'tcha need me, hey, hey
Don'tcha need me, oh yea
You take no interest, no opinion's to dear
You make the rounds and you try to be so sincere
You guard your hopes and you pocket your dreams
You'd trade it all to avoid an unpleasant scene
Can you face the fire when you see me there
Can you feel the fire, will you love me in the dark
In the dark
In the dark
In the dark
In the dark
In the dark
In the dark
In the dark
In the dark, ah ah ah ah
Songwriters: Billy Squier
In the Dark lyrics © Spirit Music Group
In Apparents
Ouverture sur le site d'une papeterie abandonnée, Brissac, Herault, 2019
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Photographie Noir et Blanc
Black and white photography
Misaatophotography
wood dung beetle
Waldmistkäfer
[Anoplotrupes stercorosus]
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On our last day in the Kruger we followed the S100, S41 and S37 and then tar roads to Skukuza for breakfast at the Cattle Baron and finally exited at Phabeni.
It started raining towards the end of the S100 and by the time we reached the S37 it was pouring down as can be seen in this picture if you zoom in.
The S37 in the Summer always seems to have some big herds of zebra, wildebeest and lots of giraffes and even in the rain it is worth driving.
Trichardt Road (S37)
Kruger National Park
Mpumalanga
South Africa
© Darlene Bushue 2020
Saw this guy sitting in the willows, and initially there was too much in the way to photograph him. A few minutes later, something spooked him (likely dogs barking in the distance), and he got up and headed out of the willows but only stood long enough for me to capture this shot before sitting down again right out in the open.
Happy Friday!!! Hope everyone has a fantastic weekend.
Taken with 135 film in Mamiya RB67. 180mm SEKOR at f16. Ilford Pan F PLUS 50 at ISO 25. Developed in Fomadon Excel.
Spilling down a 150 foot column of basalt, this is the view from the bottom of Proxy Falls. An afternoon arrival resulted in some surprisingly effective sunny spotlights. I thought for sure the sun splashes would've ruined the scenery for waterfall photography, but in the end I think they added a nice glow to yet another green green green slice of Oregon.
In addition to the Yellow-rumped Warblers, we saw a lot of Cedar Waxwings eating the Cedar berries. In fact that is where part of their name comes from. From allaboutbirds.org: "The birds’ name derives from their appetite for cedar berries in winter." The bird pictured here is an immature bird as evident by the prominent streaking on the breast and faint looking black mask as compared to an adult. Anoka County, MN 10/04/20
In background you can see the famous arctic cathedral, one of the landmarks of the city and the Tromsø bridge
On the first day we’d collected Brian from the offices of the rather wonderful Snail rental company in Rekyjavik. In the car park on the industrial estate at the edge of the city, an entire fleet of mostly yellow, elderly VW campervans had been awaiting our pleasure, and we’d been allocated a marvellous specimen in return for a hefty Icelandic sized hit upon the credit card. Brian had no less than two hundred and eighty-three thousand kilometres on the clock, yet he ran as quietly and eagerly as a brand new California 6.1 model rolling straight off the production line. It was a happy/sad collection in fact. We were excited at travelling along the entire ring road in such a splendid vehicle, but at the same time we were told it was the company’s last year of trading. “I’m sixty-nine and Arni is now seventy,” Siggi explained to me. It seemed that they’d skipped their golden years to run a fleet of VW campers, but retirement now beckoned. As we waited for our vehicle at the forecourt, a man had arrived from Norway to take one of Brian’s friends home forever. “An old customer,” Siggi explained. “He’s buying one of our vans.” Even though we’d just arrived fresh-faced onto the scene with no previous knowledge of Snail, Siggi, Arni, Brian or the Norwegian visitor, I felt like shedding a tear. The end of an era had arrived and we were there to witness the final acts.
Following Arni’s instructions, we headed north towards Snaefellsnes, through the rain, stopping at the Bonus supermarket at Borganes, a ritual which I feel will become an inevitable touchstone on all future visits to the country that haunts me in my sleep as I fantasise about the next visit. Less than twenty-four hours later, with the first adventures at Budir and Kirkjufell behind us on this race against the clock, and the rain still falling softly, we parked very briefly by the edge of the water at Kolgrafarfjörður. Here the glistening highway stretched ahead of us across the fjord and into the low mountains of the northern side of the peninsula. Somewhere, maybe two or three hours away along roads and tracks that seemed almost deserted, lay the main route that would take us around the entire country all too quickly. Today was Monday – by Friday night we’d be back in that car park in Reykjavik, having seen and not seen the whole of Iceland as we passed through it. So much to explore, and nowhere near enough time to do so.
But throughout that adventure, there were moments like this to steal and savour from the long miles in front of us. Moments when I would pinch myself and say things like “we’re actually in Iceland!” I’d been dreaming about these fleeting days in this fantasy landscape so long and it still didn’t seem real. The empty road didn’t seem real either for that matter. Even in the more remote corners of our own nation it’s hard to escape the endless traffic, but here on this breathtaking peninsula, where just a few small towns huddle for shelter along the coast, it seemed at times that we were the only humans left alive. In other moments we might arrive at a well known hotspot to a full car park and bus loads of tourists, but none of them seemed to be interested in stopping in places like this as they raced away from Kirkjufell and back towards civilisation.
And the thing about this image, taken as a passing snapshot from the layby, is that it was completely overlooked in favour of all those hotspot shots from Skogafoss, Dyrholaey, Godafoss, Vestrahorn, Reynisfjara and so many others. I’d also taken a handheld panorama here, but the edit hadn’t grabbed me. It was only when, much later I revisited the single image with the lone car, headlights glowing and breaking through the greys of the dark morning that I thought again. It was yet another shot that didn’t work in colour, but where a high contrast black and white edit caught the mood. I was at the end of the most difficult year of my career when I’d lost my closest colleague and had to step into her shoes and take a seat in the boardroom, while all I’d really wanted to do was gaze into the space beyond the window and dream of Iceland’s waterfalls and mountains and glaciers. I was never a natural high roller. This shot caught how I felt by the end of that long hard emotional year – saturnine and brooding but facing a silvery wet highway that led towards somewhere else. Here in Snaefellsnes it seemed there might be answers.
By the time we arrived back in Reykjavik, just after midnight on the following Saturday morning, we were seriously considering how feasible it would be to hand over the money and take Brian back to Cornwall. He hadn’t missed a beat on our long journey, and we were both smitten. We could take him on the ferry from Seydisfjordur and land on the north coast of Denmark, from where we could gradually roll back to one channel ferry port or another. The odd thing is that the Snail website still exists. Whether they just forgot to close it down, or whether Siggi and Arni found a buyer to take over the family of VW campers remains a mystery. I guess I could try making another booking perhaps?