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Day 14.
"Slow down everyone, you're moving too fast
Frames can't catch you when you're moving like that"
- Jack Johnson
Well, I tried to blow bubbles at first but they were swept out of the picture by the wind. The bubbles landed in the grass so I decided to lie next to them instead. :P
Meanwhile...
Pinky's latest jump brings him to a densely wooded planet. Pinky decides to explore a bit while his Quantum drive recharges.
His adventures thus far have emboldened Pinky and he sets off into the woods.
Pinky notices that he is walking along a noticeably worn path.
There must be inhabitants here somewhere. Everyone I have met since leaving Phosphoros has been so kind. I wonder who lives here in this forest..
Pinky has wandered quite a distance, lost in the fragrant flora and colorful foliage of the forest around him. Suddenly, Pinky is startled to a halt as he almost walks into a huge...well...something.
It is big and green and box shaped. At first Pinky takes it for a building of some kind. Then he notices the treads on either side. The massive object is silent, except, wait no that is not quite true. Pinky can hear a low hum, almost too low pitched to be audible.
Hello?
Is someone in there?
My name is Pinky...I mean you no harm. I am a Space Alpaca test pilot...
well, I was, at least. Now I guess you could say I am a traveller...
or perhaps wanderer, because I don't really know where I am going...
Is someone in there?
There is no response from the mysterious object. Just that low hum.
I'm sorry if I am trespassing. Your planet is quite beautiful. I will be on my way soon. I'm just waiting for my Quantum drive to recharge....
Can you hear me in there?
Are you going to answer me?
Is there someone in there?
Silence.
The sounds of the forest.
The wind whistling.
The trees creak as the breeze rattles the strangley colored leaves.
Pinky notices for the first time that there are no sounds of wildlife here. No birds singing. No creatures in the underbrush.
Only the low, barely audible hum of the green box.
Pinky, quite unnerved begins to back away from the object. After several paces, he turns and begins to walk a little faster along the path.
Behind, he hears the hum grow louder. The mysterious rover begins to roll slowly forward with a rusty squeal of its treads.
Pinky looks over his shoulder and sees the object beginning to move after him. He breaks into a run. Now in complete terror, Pinky makes his way nimbly through the woods back to the clearing where his rover is waiting. He has lost sight of his pursuer, but can hear it making its ponderous way through the forest.
Please, be charged...please be charged...
Pinky silently begs. He climbs into the rover and closes the canopy. He checks the gauge.
80%...
No, no, no!
82%...
85%...
c'mon...c'mon...
87%...
Pinky catches a glimpse of green moving through the trees.
91%...
The hum is much louder now and the squealing of the treads is almost unbearable. Pinky puts his hoof on the Quantum drive ignition.
94%...
96%...
The mysterious rover breaks through the treeline and enters the clearing only yards away.
98%...
The large object is almost on top of Pinky's rover now...
99%...
Pinky depresses the button just as the green rover is about to crush his smaller vehicle and...
ZZZZZZaaaap
Crackle
Flash
The mysterious object grinds to a halt on the exact spot occupied by Pinky's rover only a moment before. The hum once again diminishes until it is almost inaudible.
This harrier is in low-flying hunt mode. They are so deathly silent. Even when they flap their wings, it's just for a moment and inaudible,
狸五重塔意焦 (The Tanuki Gojū-No-Tō Will Burn)
This is my entry for Keith Goldman's You Control The Action contest. For more information on this MOC, I invite you to listen to my inaudible ramblings in the description video.
"Nearly hunted to extinction, the tanuki is now anything but prosperous. A lone rebel tanuki shape-shifts into a samurai to defend his pagoda, his honor, and the continuation of his species from man."
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The sharply marked Blackpoll Warbler is nature’s hearing test, with a high-pitched, almost inaudible song that floats through the boreal forests of Canada. This long-distance athlete weighs less than half an ounce yet makes the longest overwater journey of any songbird—nearly 1,800 miles nonstop over the Atlantic Ocean to its wintering grounds. In the fall, this black-and-white warbler molts into yellow-green plumage and loses its black cap.
Self-made character. He was almost inaudible behind the gas mask.
SMASH! Sydney Manga and Anime Show, Sydney, Australia (Saturday 20 Aug 2016)
The Song Of The Wild Grasses...(EXPLORED)
in the park that runs beside the Etobicoke creek there is a path that follows the creaks wonky meandering. on both sides of the trail the wild grasses have grown almost four feet tall. They are tall and slender and sway gently and rhythmically in time with the ebb and flow of the wind.
It is an enchanting dance on the invisible breeze and if you listen carefully and block out all the noises in your head.. you will hear the grass rustle as it makes a soothing almost inaudible sound. sometimes even the crickets will join in singing in time with natures melodic symphony.
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Chuck-will's-widow (Antrostomus carolinensis) female with chick.
The chick is at least 11 days old, and probably more like 16 days in this photo. The homeowner who found the eggs said mother and child were nowhere to be found tonight (June 20), so the chick probably fledged today. They fledge at between 17 and 20 days old.
Although I have heard the call of this bird at dusk (mainly where we used to live in north Florida), I'd never seen the bird. It sounds like a Whip-poor-will, but has an extra syllable at the beginning that is nearly inaudible and sounds like "chuck."
As you might guess, these birds rely on camouflage for protection. They did not seem to be bothered by observers and photographers and stayed still the whole time we were near them. And I mean, still!
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"Fairies are invisible and inaudible like angels. But their magic sparkles in nature."
-Lynn Holland
This New Zealand native Tui is in full voice, loudly singing his song of whistles and clicks, some of which happens at a pitch inaudible to the human ear. Active and energetic, he will see off other birds and chase them through the tree canopy, darting this way and that at full speed, his short wings perfect for the task.
We found this bee foundering in the surf-sodden sand in the inter-tidal zone of Cannon Beach. We hadn't planned to be bee savers when we stopped on our way south to Cape Lookout. This was supposed to be a stop like many others: stretch legs, get sandy feet, make a few photos, and go. But there was this bee, stuck in the sand, desperately trying to fly with off to safety with one dry wing and one wing wetly plastered to its back. It was a pointless exercise, he was doomed, his life measured in the minutes it would take for a cresting wave to reach his position... and the tide was coming in.
But lucky for this bee, we happened by and Owen, who prefers his beaches barefoot (the good kid he is) loaned up one of his shoes at my urging. We gently coaxed our briny bee onto his bright blue life boat and gingerly carried him with us as we trekked along the beach, a task that became a bit trickier when his physical exhaustion began to be replaced by his curiosity. Slowly the wing dried out and he demonstrated greater and greater use of it and we knew our time together was drawing to a happy conclusion. I set the shoe down, facing out of the ever-present wind to make a few exposures (including this close up with the pinhole). Owen hunkered down for a closer look between pit digging and that is how the next ten minutes elapsed. Not with a bang, but the practically inaudible flutter of a bee's wings. One moment it was still there, experimenting with a rapidly recovering wing, the next he was gone. I only hope it avoided the wet sand afterward.
Reality So Subtle 6x6
Kodak Ektar 100
SOMNIUM - Subject Zero Set @ The Warehouse Sale SL
Compatibility: Legacy / Jake (soon)
Includes: Gown, Socks, Band
Copy/Mod
PBR & Fall Back Textures
Coordinates:
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Rotten/127/111/24
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Transcript of recovered audio from ██████████████
RE: Contact with Subject Zero
CASE: 0000
ANOMALY: SOMNIO PERENIS
CLASS: KING
INCURSION DATE: 01.16.83
████████:
“Containing Subject Zero has been difficult to say the least. A number of Containment Agents had to be neutralized due to ██████████ inflicted by Zero. Nonetheless, their sacrifice has helped slow The Dream.” For this reason, all personnel in the vicinity of Subject Zero must be completely lucid and awake. Any sign of drowsiness can be detrimental to any nearby agent and - most importantly - to completion of the ██████████████████████.
████████:
“The patient has been fitted with a specialized hospital gown developed by Dr. Alecs Hywel. It greatly reduces gamma wave sensitivity via specialized binaural conductive threads to limit Lucid Dreaming in Subject Zero.”
████████:
Dr. Hywel has restricted anyone who lacks Security Clearance: Gamma or higher from handling the gown. Misuse of the gown can lead to severe damage to the handler’s prefrontal corte-.... Wait… what was that? [inaudible noises in the background]
The sun rising in the distance through beautiful windows inside an abandoned asylum for the criminally insane. This was the forth shot I had taken after waking from a very cold & restless sleep in a hammock inside the asylum. Our goal for the weekend was to spend 48 hours straight inside abandoned buildings which meant sleeping in them. It would be minutes later that I received a text warning advising there was trouble a the mad house! The four of us all met in the central part of the asylum to assess the situation. Security was on a rampage checking doors & shouting in that they knew we were inside. Inaudible voices crackling over the radio which she continuously spoke in to. It was a stressful yet exhilarating explore & one I will never forget. A great weekend with some great people!
Pictober 16 - Inaudible
Unheard conversations at Silver Lake Brewing Project in Perry, New York.
Lanse and I stopped there after hiking at Letchworth.
Ondu 6x6 Pinhole Camera
Kentmere Pan 400 exposed at 800, developed in D76 1:1 17 min
Epson Perfection V500 Photo scanner
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“She awoke in a room she had never been in before. Slowly she rose to her feet, her head and body swiveling to survey the surroundings. What she saw only served to increase her confusion, as none of the four walls around her seemed to have a door. The floor, a speckled blackish grey, was hard and polished. The ceiling, much higher than she expected, seemed smooth and featureless. The walls of the room were all identical - milky white in color, possessing a texture that was almost liquid.
Cautiously she approached one of the walls but as she neared it she stopped abruptly. There was something deeply unsettling about the depth of the wall's surface. It was dizzying, as if she could fall into it if she were not careful. She returned to the center of the room where she first woke up and studied the other walls. Each one had the same creamy consistency that caused her so much unease. After staring at the walls for an extended period of time, she began to hear voices. Faint at first, almost inaudible whispers, they grew in intensity until they echoed in her skull.
The voices beckoned her closer, closer to the surface of the walls. She could make out the shape of limbs and hands seemingly swimming behind the walls. Initially they circled the surface like sharks probing their prey, but soon they reached out and groped at her, outstretched fingers and hands clutching at the space around her. She huddled into a ball in the center of the room, her eyes closed and her body rocking back and forth, commanding herself repeatedly to wake up before the groaning extremities reached her.” -M.D. Walter
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Fairies are invisible and inaudible like angels. But their magic sparkles in nature. ~Lynn Holland
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I received a surprise gift from my sis Mari the other day. It was this beautiful Wisteria Wind design by Elvina Ewing, which just happens to be blue, my favorite color! I was in the mood to be a faerie, so added the wings by Fancy Fairy. Thank you Mari for always being there and having the ability to show kindness and unselfish love to others, even when you have so much on your own plate called LIFE! Love you xoxoxo
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EXPLORE: Jul 8/12 #148
...not alone but
accompanied
companied
by a Silence. a Silence i can
enter at will—i
take
my time.
and Joy begins to reveal
reveil herself in those
tentative entrances into
silent-moments
silence-choices, and i hear from
beyond
Silence,
an inaudible voice singing—I am
Infinity, the God of
despair and silence and
joy. I—the Infinite
Healer—heal
infinitely.
from "in the places where infinity shines through" in cancerwords amzn.com/B008BXBIH2
the corner of my Lake Huron yard!
Gray ghost surprise!!
It's always good to wash your fruit in the morning. You may ask...."But why?".....The answer...because it means you're facing your big sliding glass doors and might spot something wonderful out in the open space behind your house. That's exactly what happened. I saw a hawk come swooping in and land right behind my fence. I assumed it was our resident red-tailed hawk.....but when I went over to look...it was flying away from me and I could see it had a white patch on top of it's tail which could only mean a Northern Harrier. However, what I didn't expect was that it was a MALE harrier or as many call it a Grey ghost!!! We have never seen a male harrier hunting behind our house. I made some inaudible sounds with my excitement.....grabbed my camera and bolted out of the back door. I really didn't expect it to hang around very long, and it didn't. It flew out of sight, but then back in sight, and then repeated this numerous times. Finally he started making some circles and made a few passes right in front of me. He also managed to fly with some very nice fall colors behind him in the distance. I will have a few more to share, but here are some of my favorites.
Nikon Z9 with Nikkor 180-600mm F5.6-6.3 lens at 600mm, 1/1600sec, F8, various ISO's from 360 to 720, handheld and cropped. (Please view images large for best details) Nov 16 2024 Northern Colorado
‘Do you think I could fly off this bridge, Forrest?’
~Jenny Curran in the motion picture Forrest Gump.
The windward Hamakua Coast of the Big Island near Hilo gets abundant rainfall and houses lush forest with serene waterfalls. One could catch a glimpse of several such waterfalls from the scenic Highway 19 (Hilo – Honoka'a beltway). The most pretty of them – if you ask me – is the Nanue Falls on the Nanue stream. 18 miles north of Hilo, a small depression-era bridge – appearing quite depressed itself with its slick sidewalk and lichen covered railings – spans the stream. The stream itself is hidden by a blush of green that is punctuated in the Spring by fiery red flowers of the African Tulip – an invasive implant from Africa. The waterfall is visible from the bridge as a distant siren that beckons, but inaudibly. The sidewalk on the bridge is barely two feet wide and feels utterly inadequate when cars zoom past at 55+ mph a few inches away shaking the rusty bridge in their wake. Setting up a tripod there and shooting from that ledge of sanity is remarkably insane. People have come to this bridge and tried to fly off. This is not a place to mess with. But if crazy was easy and destiny was all preordained, the world would be tremendously boring, isn’t it?
Earlier in the day, we had driven past this bridge and the viewpoint had paradoxically whispered ‘sunset’ to me. That was odd, because this view faces east and sunrise here must be smeared with buttery light reflected in equal parts from the sky and the ocean on the other side of the bridge. But the cloudy day and some subconscious instinct insisted that I drag back my glut-yard there when the sun goes down. Hence, around sunset, we drove back from the Volcano district ‘up’ in the South, barely making it in time due to the Hilo traffic. After parking at a tiny pullout at the end of the bridge, Rishabh and I walked/skipped/jogged to the spot with minimum equipment and set up the tripod gingerly; two legs on the sidewalk, one on the railing. Soon I realized, we had a few problems. One, the light on the vegetation needed polarizing, but my polarizer was in the car. Two, the ambient light was low and exposure needed more time on that shaky bridge than the home-bound evening traffic was willing to allow. And third, the cloudy light was threating a dark mutiny and fading fast.
‘Run dad, run!’ Rishabh hasn’t seen Forrest Gump yet, but few sentiments, I suppose, are digitized in our DNA. I ran to get the polarizer. On my return, I realized a fourth problem had introduced itself to the scene. The ocean behind us had churned up a gale that ran into the lush vista with Forrest Gump’s persistence. At this point, honestly, I was visibly despondent. Hoping for a miracle and cursing destiny, I kept shooting. Most exposures were ruined by cars. Some were inadequate due to excessive wind-blur in the vegetation. Only one, the one above, seemed normal.
‘What's normal anyways?' Quite likely, some questions are also imprinted in our DNA. Like Forrest, I too don't know if "we have a destiny, or if we're all just floatin' around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both."
And, "That's about all I got to say 'bout that."
Fairies are invisible and inaudible like angels. But their magic sparkles in nature. ~Lynn Holland
See blog for credits..
Pictober 26 - Mutation -- with story
This started out as a long-exposure pinhole photograph of one of my stock Argus C3 Brick and one I modified as a pinhole photograph. "Mutation", ok?
Then there was the "inaudible" photograph of my hearing aids in the bottom of a beer goblet with my Mini-Mag flashlight aimed at the base.
Haven't a clue which shot came first. But it is a far more mutant mutation than I had planned. Such is life in my back yard.
Ondu 6x6 Pinhole Camera
Kentmere Pan 200 exposed at 400
Epson Perfection V500 Photo scanner
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Gray ghost surprise!!
It's always good to wash your fruit in the morning. You may ask...."But why?".....The answer...because it means you're facing your big sliding glass doors and might spot something wonderful out in the open space behind your house. That's exactly what happened. I saw a hawk come swooping in and land right behind my fence. I assumed it was our resident red-tailed hawk.....but when I went over to look...it was flying away from me and I could see it had a white patch on top of it's tail which could only mean a Northern Harrier. However, what I didn't expect was that it was a MALE harrier or as many call it a Grey ghost!!! We have never seen a male harrier hunting behind our house. I made some inaudible sounds with my excitement.....grabbed my camera and bolted out of the back door. I really didn't expect it to hang around very long, and it didn't. It flew out of sight, but then back in sight, and then repeated this numerous times. Finally he started making some circles and made a few passes right in front of me. He also managed to fly with some very nice fall colors behind him in the distance. I will have a few more to share, but here are some of my favorites.
Nikon Z9 with Nikkor 180-600mm F5.6-6.3 lens at 600mm, 1/1600sec, F8, various ISO's from 360 to 720, handheld and cropped. (Please view images large for best details) Nov 16 2024 Northern Colorado
Fairies are invisible and inaudible like angels. But their magic sparkles in nature. ~Lynn Holland
Click, click for a better view...:)
A PAINTING
Long-limbed against the languid lake—luminous
on the fleeting space that looms
Innocence & Experience—numinous
Lyca—reborn … reformed
She peers into Huron’s pools cradled in etched limestone—
blue-green in lunar-grey; gentian-sprinkled; cedar-fragranced—
and calls forth her creatures from her vast domain
invisible, inaudible where Imagination has vanished, banished
not here—where Imagination reigns!
Crimson sun-hat a crown and shimmering gold and mahogany curls
rest sweetly against her face and wilt to her shoulders…
her eyes pools for great Huron’s reflections
and as she reaches—slowly, slightly, cupped-palm extended—sunbathed
her frog, princefrog, leapfrog bounds forward at her command
and i paint bluewords, greenwords, aqua, violet—
spectrumwords the colours of pomegranates and grapes
fairies and empresses—
Theodora lifted into God’s great azure apron—timeless
[eep ©] - I wrote this about Theo watching her at Lake Huron almost 7 years ago
...my 16 year old granddaughter's work for her "wild" end-of-term art project for the daVinci program she was chosen for. This is the first part of Theodora's triptych - you can see her working on the 2nd and 3rd in the image 2 before this one...
From the other bank
Always
Friendly overtures
The sea has stayed still
However
Waves are
Ruminations of resentment
Of
Everybody against everybody
All
Made inaudible
Seven grains of sand
Long
In
The violence of the moment
The sea has stayed still
However
Fromont, 2013
(Sorry for the translation in my way)
Gray ghost surprise!!
It's always good to wash your fruit in the morning. You may ask...."But why?".....The answer...because it means you're facing your big sliding glass doors and might spot something wonderful out in the open space behind your house. That's exactly what happened. I saw a hawk come swooping in and land right behind my fence. I assumed it was our resident red-tailed hawk.....but when I went over to look...it was flying away from me and I could see it had a white patch on top of it's tail which could only mean a Northern Harrier. However, what I didn't expect was that it was a MALE harrier or as many call it a Grey ghost!!! We have never seen a male harrier hunting behind our house. I made some inaudible sounds with my excitement.....grabbed my camera and bolted out of the back door. I really didn't expect it to hang around very long, and it didn't. It flew out of sight, but then back in sight, and then repeated this numerous times. Finally he started making some circles and made a few passes right in front of me. He also managed to fly with some very nice fall colors behind him in the distance. I will have a few more to share, but here are some of my favorites.
Nikon Z9 with Nikkor 180-600mm F5.6-6.3 lens at 600mm, 1/1600sec, F8, various ISO's from 360 to 720, handheld and cropped. (Please view images large for best details) Nov 16 2024 Northern Colorado
Tired of all the shopping turmoil on the diagonal alley, Miho easily falls asleep in her bed as soon as that night arrives. She knew that animation would continue in her dreams, after all, in the last few days, Miho had been having a recurring dream: It was the time for the selection of houses, but Miho always had affection for all the houses of Hogwarts, because everything related to the School of magic and witchcraft enchanted her! In her dream, when the selector hat was fit in her little head, Miho crossed her fingers and started an almost inaudible whisper of a single word: Ravenclaw, Ravencław, Ravenclaw... Then, after eternal milliseconds of seconds, she hears in a loud and good sound the selector hat shouting the name of her favorite house, RAVENCLAW! At this very moment, not only the little girl's clothes but also her long black hair were changing to a beautiful shade of blue! What a lovely dream.
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Cansada de toda a agitação das compras no beco diagonal, assim que aquela noite chega, Miho adormece facilmente em sua cama. Ela sabia que a animação continuaria em seus sonhos, afinal, nos últimos dias, Miho vinha tendo um sonho recorrente: Era o momento da seleção das casas, mas Miho sempre teve carinho por todas as casas de Hogwarts, pois tudo relacionado à Escola de magia e bruxaria a encantava! Em seu sonho, no momento em que o chapéu seletor era encaixado em sua pequena cabeça, Miho cruzava seus dedos e iniciava um sussurrar quase inaudível de uma única palavra: Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw... Então, após eternos milésimos de segundos, ela ouve em alto e bom som o chapéu seletor bradar o nome de sua casa favorita, RAVENCLAW! Neste exato momento, não somente as vestes da pequena menina mas também os seus longos cabelos negros mudavam para um lindo tom de azul! Que sonho adorável.
I used the title of this poem, rather fliply, for a painting/collage a couple of weeks ago. Here's Wallace Stevens reading it in 1954. I've added some newly composed music for alto flute, two clarinets and harp. The almost inaudible 'echo' of Stevens in the background is actually derived from a recording of another reading by him of the poem in that year.
Nichée au cœur du quartier historique de la Boucherie, la place de la Barreyrrette tient son nom des barrières qui fermaient les enclos des bestiaux, avant que le boucher ne vienne interrompre leurs paisibles existences. Les animaux ont ainsi été parqués à cet emplacement des années durant, avant la construction d'un abattoir municipal en 1832.
Les habitants ont réinvesti les lieux suite au réaménagement de la place par la Ville, en 1994. Il y a vingt ans, la terrasse d'un restaurant donnait sur la place, sur laquelle la clientèle pouvait se délecter de l'esthétisme des maisons à colombages, et de la quiétude du voisinage.
De fait, même en tendant l'oreille, les voitures paraissent lointaines, presque inaudibles, et on peut profiter du silence seul, ou accompagné, et ce à l'abri des regards.
Jean-Michel, propriétaire de la boutique de jouets Galipettes et Roudélous, récemment aménagée rue de la Boucherie, vante le calme du quartier : « c'est un petit village. Les commerçants se connaissent tous, l'ambiance est bienveillante, et la vue sur la place agréable. Je ne regrette pas d'être venu m'installer ici ».
Nestled in the heart of the historic Butcher's Shop, Place de la Barreyrrette takes its name from the barriers that closed the cattle enclosures, before the butcher came to interrupt their peaceful existence. The animals were kept there for years, before the construction of a municipal slaughterhouse in 1832.
The inhabitants reinvested the premises following the redevelopment of the square by the City in 1994. Twenty years ago, the terrace of a restaurant overlooked the square, on which customers could revel in the aesthetics of the houses. half-timbering, and the tranquility of the neighborhood.
In fact, even listening, cars seem distant, almost inaudible, and you can enjoy the silence alone, or accompanied, and out of sight.
Jean-Michel, owner of the Galipettes et Roudélous toy store, recently built in rue de la Boucherie, praises the neighborhood's calm: “it's a small village. The traders all know each other, the atmosphere is friendly, and the view of the square is pleasant. I do not regret having come to settle here ”.
Gray ghost surprise!!
It's always good to wash your fruit in the morning. You may ask...."But why?".....The answer...because it means you're facing your big sliding glass doors and might spot something wonderful out in the open space behind your house. That's exactly what happened. I saw a hawk come swooping in and land right behind my fence. I assumed it was our resident red-tailed hawk.....but when I went over to look...it was flying away from me and I could see it had a white patch on top of it's tail which could only mean a Northern Harrier. However, what I didn't expect was that it was a MALE harrier or as many call it a Grey ghost!!! We have never seen a male harrier hunting behind our house. I made some inaudible sounds with my excitement.....grabbed my camera and bolted out of the back door. I really didn't expect it to hang around very long, and it didn't. It flew out of sight, but then back in sight, and then repeated this numerous times. Finally he started making some circles and made a few passes right in front of me. He also managed to fly with some very nice fall colors behind him in the distance. I will have a few more to share, but here are some of my favorites.
Nikon Z9 with Nikkor 180-600mm F5.6-6.3 lens at 600mm, 1/1600sec, F8, various ISO's from 360 to 720, handheld and cropped. (Please view images large for best details) Nov 16 2024 Northern Colorado
"Fairies are invisible and inaudible like angels.... but their magic sparkles in nature...." ~ Lynn Holland
***
... all shacking lines transmitting
run of words intended to deliver vibes
like strings from highest tones a-La
ding-dong, from fog to ringing flock
of sounds a-staccato in basement
floor of life habitual inside cemented
bricks in flight of lilacs, and circling
wings of pointing down image
from retina as shortest breathes with
target of current hour far above,
around silently invisible upon and
near Lunar disc, and maybe
(oh, miracles!) a quiet voice touches
You, Almighty, by moving hands off...
from those rusty tikking clocks!
all turning back, and upward vertically
in horizontal trajectory by thinning means
of vain and silent words, dust of
interjections, exclamations, prophetic
dreams, and rustle touch of brittle
pages as Swans all floating a-La mirage
in arms of pyramids, among Carthage,
or Babylon's suspended shards,
satyrs in armor, etc...
"- o!, Almighty, on circles Yours
all lives are weighed by a grain of sand,
or emptiness of frost, deserts, disturbing -
yes, a means in its historical equivalent
of silent Polar Winds, and thereby
extinguishing a chance in hopeless
dumbness, but saved by crumbs
resemblance of the Voice, and tone,
and pulse, that heard afar, not silent
by forever, ahead of hustle-bustle
of weightless words, behind and from
Times immemorial: in silent ranks,
formation by formation from a multitude
of heartbeats flickering among ,
in the departed far away before the eyes
of the crescendo of parade-a-le
in brightness flashing this momentum,
and after, lined behind the ranks
to far up-behind illusive blurred
horizon - the ranks embattled Souls
all vanished silently, forever...
In their silence of abandoned graves.
As one arranged. Inclining all in one
platoon. One battalion, or - a brigade.
Or - warriors. Or - dedicated hearts.
All lined behind the gates. In graves.
All buried names.
No birthdays.
Row after row.
All lie together.
All tied by anger.
Despite the difference between...
...such enigmatic difference for
sake of unity, and pride,
and stripes bleached by the
gushing blood, and wounds
adjoining bayonets to times
alive in citadel's betrayal by
whim off strangers, and therefore,
lost dumped not published days,
events and dates, without face,
off slamming life to missed
deadline without clue.
Chills scorches, and under skin
a waterfall of chilly dread,
and certainly much colder than...
yes, frost paralyzing will to fight,
the cold of autumn embraced
by Rain, from merciless agility
of bayonets, and iron sights, and frozen
breath across soaked by the blood
forgotten fields at so distant maps
on early days cardboardy globs...
"-...please, leave alone all empty
glass-for-schnapps, and leave alone
the blurred and empty liquor's bottles
bitter to the bottom with loaf of bread,
and please relax the shacking feeling
of impotence in clammy hands
for those mournful words inaudible
or - simply say "facade-sonnets" full
by the sham, as song without
honest words, but floating far above
in simulation of grammatical sunset
of waxy clouds, mixed with the fright,
omission, drowning out pain of fear
from bitter truth of words all weighty
aside the volume - along the path
without missed content, and therefore
combustible, and burning words,
by only someone's voice to coin
measures mournfully by tributes
alike a shadow looming over
span of empty basin... "
At the heart of a silent forest, the strange artifact stands, like a forgotten relic of a civilization that never was. Time seems to have halted around it, frozen in a mute anticipation.
Light fractures upon its surface, concentrated into a piercing halo—an unblinking eye staring into the unseen. This tangled ring of metal, rigid yet almost organic in its coils, evokes a mechanism from beyond, a sealed gateway between dimensions. It appears neither fully abandoned nor entirely functional—simply suspended, like an unfinished note in a symphony from another world.
The natural elements observe in quiet vigilance. The trees, silent witnesses to its intrusion, cast fractured shadows on the ground, as if the object distorts even the very weave of light itself. The wind does not stir. The air is dense, heavy with an inaudible resonance, as if matter itself holds its breath.
This anonymous monument holds a mystery, a question posed to the void. Its secret is impenetrable, and yet it seems to whisper to those who linger too long. Is it a key? A scar from an ancient fracture between the real and the unreal? A mere illusion woven from light and shadow?
The absence of human presence is striking. No footprints, no sign of passage—nothing to suggest interaction. As if this place belongs to no one, and yet demands the full attention of an unknown gaze.
A forgotten vestige of the future. A monument to a past that never was. A machine with no function, or a portal to the inexpressible.
"If we opened our minds to enjoyment, we might find tranquil pleasures spread about us on every side. We might live with the angels that visit us on every sunbeam, and sit with the fairies who wait on every flower. " ~Samuel Smiles
"Fairies are invisible ans inaudible like angels. But their magic sparkles in nature." - Lynn Holland.
Stevie: I can't talk to you now, I'm on Time Out...**almost inaudible mumble ...silly wrrraaabbit-dumb-bunny-face**
Alice: ...
The African Bush Elephant is the largest terrestrial mammal in the world. Although this female seems all alone in a sea of grass, she really isn't. She is surrounded by her family unit of which she is matriarch. Family units are made up of a matriarch along with a group of closely related females and their young. Males, once mature, tend to move off into bachelor groups. Her family group as associated with a larger number of other family groups that are spread over several kilometers. Elephants can maintain communication over long distances using low frequency tones, inaudible to humans. Sounds like they won't need a cell phone anytime soon. #iLoveNature #iLoveWildlife #WildlifePhotography in #Tanzania #Nature in #Africa #Serengeti #BushElephants #DrDADBooks #Elephants #Canon #WildlifeConservation