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So hard to get a decent shot with all the tourists in the way!!
Palma, Mallorca, Spain
I was right behind him with lime green shorts & orange tank top.
“Jardí de les dualitats”, Girona, España.
“Girona, Temps de Flors” arranca hoy la 70 edición con 146 proyectos repartidos en 114 espacios que se pueden visitar hasta el 18 de mayo. El Ayuntamiento de Girona ha dado el pistoletazo de salida a la muestra floral esta mañana con un recorrido por algunos de los espacios de la muestra, así como la visita a la exposición "Maestros del arte catalán del siglo XX. Colección Bassat" del Museo de Arte de Girona.
Uno de los espacios que se ha visitado es el patio del Ayuntamiento, donde existe un proyecto conmemorativo de los 40 años de hermanamiento con la ciudad de Albi.
" Esta edición de Tiempo de Flores quiere ser más inclusiva y accesible, pensada especialmente para los gerundenses y las gerundenses. Se han hecho mejoras para personas con movilidad reducida y se ha creado un Espacio Calma para personas neurodivergentes. También se han ampliado los horarios para favorecer una visita más tranquila y adaptada a los ritmos. invitar a todo el mundo a disfrutar de la muestra ”, ha destacado el alcalde Lluc Salellas i Vilar.
“Girona, Temps de Flors” kicks off its 70th edition today with 146 projects spread across 114 spaces that can be visited until May 18. Girona City Council kicked off the floral exhibition this morning with a tour of some of the spaces in the exhibition, as well as a visit to the exhibition “Masters of 20th-century Catalan art. Bassat Collection” at the Girona Art Museum.
One of the spaces visited is the City Council courtyard, where there is a commemorative project for the 40 years of twinning with the city of Albi.
“ This edition of Temps de Flors aims to be more inclusive and accessible, especially designed for Girona residents. Improvements have been made for people with reduced mobility and a Calma Space has been created for neurodivergent people. Opening hours have also been extended to encourage a more peaceful visit adapted to local rhythms. Finally, I would like to thank the public for their involvement and invite everyone to enjoy the exhibition ”, highlighted Mayor Lluc Salellas i Vilar.
Delicious Food - Bathing Fun - Wonderful Scenery ...
I hope you'll enjoy all that too - TGIF !
African Elephant / Afrikanischer Elefant (Loxodonta africana),
Egrets and Jacanas
in the swamps of Amboseli Game Reserve, Kenya, Africa
Drive
The inclusivity of solitude
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Excerpt from AI Overview:
The main Icewine Festival in 2026 is the Niagara Icewine Festival in Ontario, running from January 16 to February 1, 2026, featuring the Discovery Pass for winery pairings, the NOTL Icewine Village (Jan 17-18, 24-25) with ice sculptures and fire pits, and the "Cool as Ice Gala" (Jan 31) at the Niagara Parks Power Station. It celebrates Ontario's unique dessert wine with culinary experiences across Niagara-on-the-Lake and Twenty Valley.
Key Events & Dates:
•Icewine Discovery Pass: Jan 16–18, Jan 23–25, Jan 30–Feb 1, 2026 (11 AM–5 PM).
•NOTL Icewine Village: Jan 17–18, Jan 24–25, 2026 (Free admission with VIP options).
•Cool as Ice Gala: January 31, 2026 (7 PM at Niagara Parks Power Station).
What to Expect:
•Discovery Pass: A self-guided tour with icewine and food pairings at over 20 wineries, exploring sweet, spicy, and savory combinations.
•Icewine Village: A festive winter wonderland in historic Niagara-on-the-Lake with ice carvings, fire pits, live entertainment, and local wines.
•Gala: An all-inclusive evening of premium wines, cocktails, and gourmet food.
All inclusive
While finding an “authentic” place is fashion nowadays in the tourist world , we did the opposite.
The old fashioned all inclusive formula works well enough for us. Just relaxing, eat and drink all you want, enjoy the entertainment and when you want to go somewhere, nobody is stopping you.
And during an all inclusive holiday there is ofcourse one thing a photographer really can enjoy indoor, and that's food photography.
Here are some chocolate cakes and other cakes for you.
Haleakalā NP, HI
Can't have one without the other.
This photo was taken at the exact same place just an hour earlier as the last photo I posted from Haleakala's summit. I think it's a great example of how different lighting and a different camera lens can drastically change the photo. The prior photo had a great view and I would consider it more of a "documentary"-type photo, one that shares more or less what my eyes saw at that time. This photo to me is much more ripe with visual metaphor and meaning to me - one might say "artsy."
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Captured: February 2018
Camera: Nikon D610
Lens: Nikon 70-200 f/4
Settings: ISO100, 145mm, f/11, 1/30 sec
Hace 150 millones de años, en el Período Jurásico Medio Superior, el área que ocupa este Monumento Natural de Bosques Petrificados presentaba un clima estable de gran humedad. Se desarrollaban en esta región densos bosques con árboles gigantescos, entre los que merecen destacarse antiguos parientes de los pehuenes o araucarias. Al inicio del Período Cretácico, erupciones volcánicas, que coincidieron con el inicio del levantamiento de la Cordillera, sepultaron vastas extensiones del territorio patagónico, con ceniza y lava. Parte de los bosques cubiertos por cenizas fueron sometidos a procesos de petrificación. El surgimiento de la Cordillera de los Andes produjo transformaciones drásticas en el ambiente, al cambiar el clima de toda la Patagonia. Desde entonces, la humedad transportada por los vientos del Pacífico se condensa al atravesar las alturas y origina lluvias que permiten el desarrollo de los bosques andino patagónicos actuales. Los fuertes vientos continúan su camino hacia el Este desecando aún más la estepa. Posteriormente, la erosión de un territorio que se fue haciendo cada vez más árido, la lluvia y el viento, dejaron al descubierto grandes sectores de estos bosques que se petrificaron con el transcurrir de millones de años, quedando inclusive algunos ejemplares en pie.
150 Million years ago, in the Upper Mid-Jurassic period, the area that deals with this Natural Monument of Petrified Forests showed a stable climate of high humidity. They were developed in this region dense forests with gigantic trees, among which it is worth stressing older relatives of the puzzle trees or. At the beginning of the Cretaceous period, volcanic eruptions, which coincided with the beginning of the uprising of the Cordillera, buried vast expanses of the Patagonian territory, with ash and lava. Part of the forest covered by ashes were subjected to processes of petrification. The emergence of the Cordillera of the Andes produced drastic transformations in the environment, changing the climate in all of Patagonia. Since then, the moisture carried by the winds from the Pacific is condensed through the heights and originates rains that allow the development of the Andean Patagonian forests today. Strong winds continue their journey toward the further This draining the steppe. Subsequently, the erosion of a territory that was becoming more arid, rain and wind, uncovered the large sectors of these forests that were petrified into with the elapse of millions of years, leaving even some copies on foot.
It's the job of the staff to make us feel like royalty here. They do it with polished warmth, efficiency and style from the moment you arrive at reception. Any attempt to manoeuvre your own suitcase is a non-starter, even though it’s on castors and could be pulled along by a four year old with breathless ease. Try draping a beach towel over your sunbed and watch the attendant come sprinting over the hot sand to take over the job, followed by an eager waiter taking your drinks order. Nothing is too much for the people who work at the Cleopatra. Accidentally mention you’re going to the coffee machine for a cappuccino and Ahmed has raced off to fetch one before you’ve even got up from the table. The young waiters fuss and fawn over Ali, who in many cases is just about old enough to be their grandmother, with a fondness that finds me asking myself searching questions. The almost exclusively male workforce don’t quite understand your average western relationship though. Why are they calling me “boss” when it’s clear to anyone that she's in charge? Some British men correct their Egyptian hosts, pointing at their wives and explaining who really pulls the strings. “She says jump, and I ask “how high” mate,” they guffaw at our bemused hosts.
Then there’s Ibrahim the towel origami king, who services our room and rubs his stomach in genuine concern as each morning he asks us whether we’re feeling better after that unfortunate spell with the pharaoh’s revenge that's dogged the last few days. During our stay the creations he’s left in the apartment for us to discover after an afternoon down at the beach or by the pool have become ever more ambitious. Courting swans, a dog (or was it a pig?), a perfectly formed elephant, a cat with a long tail and an octopus. Although Ali said it looked like something else. Best not to dwell on that. To finish off, we’ve been treated to a monkey suspended from a coat hanger in the doorway, and finally a crocodile, six feet long, with a banana wedged between its wide open jaws. For each of these he’s used two plastic bottle tops to animate his fluffy white menagerie and given them eyes to see with. Ibrahim has earned a generous tip.
We aren't used to service like this and in truth we're not entirely comfortable with it. Wealthy ninety year old widows carrying tiny poodles in their arms at the Negresco in Nice are treated like this. Russian oligarchs richer than Croesus on their superyachts at Puerto Banus are treated like this. It's a big culture shift for a pair of country bumpkins like us. Normally we pick up a small economical car at the airport, drive to the resort and quietly assimilate into the background with as little fuss as possible. We go to the local supermarkets for supplies, just like at home. We take lunch at unfussy restaurants and cafes and sit anonymously at the edges looking in. Independence is our thing, and you can’t watch glowing sunsets on the beach if you’re supposed to be queuing up in the dining hall and filling up on the all inclusive buffet while Ahmed fetches you a glass of red wine.
Getting used to the all inclusive formula is a bit strange too. Neither of us have ever done this before. You could spend the entire day eating if you wanted to. In fact some of the clientele seem to be doing exactly that. People keep bringing us drinks, and apparently we’ve paid for them already. In other resorts we’ve seen the coloured wristbands worn by almost everyone else except for ourselves. The trouble is you risk becoming a slave to the place, tied to mealtimes, not daring to go out for fear of missing what you’ve paid for. Here in Egypt it seems the obvious thing to do, and it's a big success. Perfect for holidaymakers who want to lounge by the pool. The food is far better than we had expected it to be. But I’m not sure we’d do it again.
It’s a regular melting pot here, in a place where even the continents are blurred. I assumed we were in Africa, so it came as a bit of a surprise to be told that this part of Egypt is in Asia. Guests from seemingly every corner of the world, all rubbing along happily together, despite the differences the people who lead the countries they’ve come here from may have with one another. Maybe everyone should move to Sharm el-Sheikh in a bid for world peace. Well, everyone apart from the overly loud and drunken Bristolian who’ll happily tell anybody who happens to be within audible range about his errant brother, currently a guest elsewhere in the world, courtesy of His Majesty’s Prison Service. I suppose at least he’s drowning out the evening entertainment on the stage by the bar, which at this particular moment happens to be the Birdie Song, for which someone has devised lyrics. In French. Just because somebody tells you something’s fun, it doesn’t mean it’s fun. We ask the waiter for four lumps of cheese to insert into our ears. I suppose in this place of relentless luxuries you can’t have it all, can you?
This is the final image from the Egypt series. Many thanks for taking the time to view and comment. And if you're still reading, that especially means you.