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After finding my 1st a couple of weeks ago, I was amazed and thrilled to find a 2nd one last Saturday! A beautifully marked one too! Shot below isn't great, but shows the lovely markings!
Newport - Shropshire
being is not doing
being is not achieving or aspiring
being is not growing
nor is it receding
not ebbing nor flowing
being is not becoming
being is not transformation
being is not the result of some positive fixation
nor is it the consequence of any particularly negative experience
it’s not static
nor dynamic
not passive
not active
being is not existing simply ‘because’
it's not autonomic
not rote
not step by step by step by step
not part of an incomprehensible process
being is not grand
nor is it insignificant
being is not an outward and visible sign
nor is it a higher order of consciousness
nor the zen of zen-ness
being is not egocentric
nor is it selfish
nor is it gracious
it’s not inclusive
nor is it exclusive
it’s not existential
nor is it nihilistic
being is not a method
not a path to connection
nor connection itself
nor disconnection
nor isolation
being is not anti anything
nor is it pro anything
nor is it any thing, really, at all
there is no sadness
there is no joy
no silence
no noise
no color
no shape
there is no light
there is no shadow
no desire
no longing
no brief interruption
no expectation
in being
littletinperson
The last substantial rain in Kentville was on Saturday, June 7, 2025, when 28.9 mm of precipitation was recorded. That’s 3.5 months of dry, hot and sunny days. We had a small, insignificant shower through the night, September 11th and found a small puddle on this leaf. Please let it rain.
and there is a darn car already in the tunnel. What. This tunnel is almost literally in the middle of nowhere, on a track of the main road and even that is insignificant. And when we arrived, there was already a car heading through.
The tunnel is hewn from solid rock and not lined with the usual brick or concrete. Excavated a distance of 192 metres, the tunnel is the longest unsupported tunnel in the southern hemisphere. However, in more recent times it appears to have been sprayed with shotcrete, probably to stabilise smaller rocks from falling. And what about the bats who live inside, well you can still see their little bodies under the spray on concrete. Ha ha, got you there, there are no bats frozen in time (or concrete) but I must admit, I don't know how they did it!!!
I had read the name "Projection Optics" a couple of times before, but I never would have guessed, that I'd be writing about a small and (in the grand scheme of things) pretty insignificant maker of projection lenses from the US... and yet, after I had stumbled upon an interesting lens from them, I had to take a deeper look.
While (as usual) resources were not plentiful, it was really fascinating to find out some stuff about the small company from Rochester, NY, which has always been focused on projection lenses almost exclusively.
Their Super-Lite and Hilux names were known names in the area of cine projection in the US, but never gained worldwide recognition. What I wouldn't have expected to find is, that the company was very early with their ideas and patents. They certainly always seem to have followed their own unique path.
You can find the article here:
deltalenses.com/the-projection-optics-story/
If you have some additional information on Projection Optics, have used one of their lenses or can share something else related to the article, please don't hesitate to reach out. I don't have a great amount of hand-on experience with their lenses, and am thankful for any contribution!
► █░▓ NO BIKES NEITHER BOATS HERE (so far). Very few people. Just ducks and coots. Trying to get to the harbour over bike and pedestrian paths as much as possible in order to evade the already insignificant village traffic, I ran across this serene park I did not know existed. An elderly lady walking two small dogs around explained to me that the whole aria was taken down two years ago in order to build a park on it. I was taken aback. So. There are still decision-making people not on power trip or profit lust.
This pond is young and probably 'virgin', i.e. there are still no discarded bikes on the bottom of it.
But remember: behind the every successful Dutchman there is a discarded bike. Or two. Or many more.
The village in itself is quite serene. This park is artificial "nature" but a persuasive one. It takes an educated architect to create it like this to just add up to the all-round quiet. I am impressed. Some large cities can't (or woudn't) afford this much.
Up until July 18th I had the longest break in publishing images and following the fellow uploads on Flickr since years. Hope that this less enthusiastic, rather sedentary period in my life is now over. I used it partly to study new software and made my first use of it. Not much, but something I had been postponing for years. A small gain but not a negligible one. My photography was not completely put aside, but I never got it to the editing stage. What I took, has yet to be selected and edited. Many boats taken just before sunset still wait to be denoised! Plus some interesting people, those few that grant me their trust and permission to publish.
THE BACKGROUND - In the morning of July 14th I drove to Sleeuwijk, the village across the river, after a long time. Had a good hour available to walk around. Started my hike from the neighbourhood edge next to A27, a few kilometres away and searched for the pathways through the village in order to avoid the local traffic. Without internet, I still made it! But when I reached the river shore at the Yacht and ferry harbour, the first hour had expired. I decided to press on and found a pathway among the blackberries shrubbery along the shore line. It was a gift from above. Beautiful small beaches, lots of ripe, perfectly clean blackberries, mighty ships sailing by, clean water, lazy peaceful cattle enjoying the shade of large trees at noon, perfect weather with some nice water and background lighting... For the first time in more than three decades that I live here have I hiked along the patch of shoreline and have almost reached the big Merwede bridge. Found the way back through the woods and reached the village starting point just short of 2,5 hours of hiking, berry picking and photographing. What a day! And a good night's sleep after it.
Lumix G90 / 12-35mm f2.8. —At 25mm (50mm in FF) and f5.0 this zoom lens is still very sharp. Unfortunately go wider than that and it loses its fantastic resolution power. This is a sooc jpeg edited in Photos 10.0, exported as 16-bit tiff so that you can enjoy the original Panasonic's jpeg quality ;) Well, I could have exported it to *.heic format, it would have taken 25 times less space on my precious SSD. And I don't see any difference between them, but my screen is just a non-calibrated 16" and my eyes much smaller and aging...
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Was good to find two Scymnus haemorrhoidalis yesterday, and I believe that the one in the main shot and 1st in comments is a male, as the pronotum is more extensively orange, as is the 'rump'! Darker on the female in the other 2 images. It was a tad damp...
Upton Magna - Shropshire
Three early morning Frosts in one week; this was Wellington weather at its best...!!! And so, as part of my (almost) daily exercise routine, I decided to take a walk along the banks of the Hutt River (north-east of Wellington NZ).
The river (looking upstream in this instance) looked fantastic, but in an effort to capture it without the river bank in view, I decided to clamber down the rocks below said bank...
It quickly became obvious that this was a bad move; the rocks were wet and still slippery from the heavy overnight Frost, and so - about half way down the bank and with "warning bells" ringing in my head, I decided it was better to climb back up to the safety of the grass I'd just left...
I almost made it...!
I reached the top of the bank alright, but my foot slipped off the final rock and I ended up sprawled face-down on the wet grass...!
My first instinct was of course to save the camera - which I did... or at least: I thought I did...!
As it turned out, the view from the top of the river bank was actually better than it had been half way down the rocks, but I was so busy focusing on the beauty before me that I didn't notice the water droplets on the Lens in the viewfinder! (A very careless mistake!!!).
It was only when I reviewed my efforts about a kilometre down-stream that I spotted the offending droplets...!
At the end of the Walk, and now back to where I'd taken this first photo, I tried again, but an insignificant wisp of Breeze now ruffled the waters, so this - in spite of those pesky droplets - was actually the better image!
Of course, there's a bit of a moral to my little tale of Woe: don't try to clamber down a steep rocky river bank slick with Ice - unless you want to hear your Spouse mutter, "You could have ended up in the river!" And I had to admit: I probably was lucky - lucky not to have fallen in, but also lucky that the camera only skimmed the top of the wet grass!!!
But hey: I got The Shot never-the-less...!!!
(Left click the Mouse to view Large; click again to return to normal).
I think the best thing about astrophotography is how small it makes you feel. It is comforting in some way to realize that all of the things we fight about on this tiny rock floating through space is really insignificant at the universal level.
“Pawns are such fascinating pieces, too...So small, almost insignificant, and yet--they can depose kings. Don't you find that interesting?”
― Lavie Tidhar, The Bookman
Explore #258, 8/21/09.
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I know. One of the rules of composition is, "Dead center is deadly." But I also know that these rules can be broken, if there's a reason to do so. In this case, I wanted to show how insignificant the flower is, compared to its surroundings, but how it overwhelms the image, due to its brilliance.
David & I went to Cramer Gutter last Thursday to see if we could find this little ladybird. We ended up finding two, both females. Now to find a male too!
Cramer Gutter - Shropshire
A mōlī, or Laysan albatross, effortlessly glides through clear sky over the tropical Pacific to return to land. Albatrosses are built to glide with high aspect ratio wings as displayed in a left banking turn by this beautiful bird. Bones lock joints into position reducing wing extension muscle tension during soaring flight with an energy efficiency that raises metabolism insignificantly above resting rate. Alternately utilizing orographic lift and gravity acceleration, its undulating flight path skims the crests and troughs of ocean waves for thousands of miles while seldom necessitating flapping its six-foot wing span. Laysan albatrosses with established pair bonds are the first of the season to arrive at the breeding colony. After 3 to 5 years at sea, juvenile birds return later in the season in search of establishing a bond with a future mate.
Even though it’s the smallest of the three Rhenish Imperial cathedrals, the soaring steeples will leave you feeling small and insignificant. Built between 1130 and 1181, the church has maintained its Romanesque appearance with lots of intricate details to discover. Unfortunately, the original stained glass windows were destroyed by the explosion of a nearby factory, but there are other things to see. Some of the highlights are the St. Nicholas Chapel, the south portal, a number of beautiful Gothic reliefs and the high altar.
I think we're all pretty much agreed that 2020 isn't going to be a year that too many people look back upon fondly. No doubt some of us have experienced the odd landmark moment that will make the year more memorable for them personally, but for most people, it's been a stinker. For some it's been a lot worse than that.
In our own little world of insignificant first world problems, our plans to spend a fortnight in South Western Spain had been long since shelved when we decided that a few days in the remote Somerset Levels would make a pleasing change of scene. During the first half of last week, the weather in the UK had been unusually hot, a sure sign that thunderstorms were on the horizon. Earlier in the day we'd had lunch at a very exclusive looking nearby hotel before hiking up onto the cooler climes of the Quantock Hills to gaze down over the Bristol Channel beyond the twin islets of Steep Holm and Flat Holm towards the haze of a not too distant South Wales.
After agreeing that Steep Holm would offer better natural protection (the clue is in the name) in the event of an apocalypse where we were among the few survivors we strolled happily back down the slope to the car and headed for the coast at nearby Kilve. We've reached the age where we have started to take camping chairs along with us on our outings, and so we sat by the low cliffs above the beach and watched the sun change colour from yellow to orange and then red as it sunk into the sea near the coast of Exmoor. Needless to say I took photos. We agreed it had been a good day; in fact the most enjoyable day of the year we decided after a little more thought on the subject. Not that it's had much competition of course, but there you go.
I'm never one for leaving immediately after sunset - it's often the best time to take photos. Pink cumulus had formed above us in a manner that both threatened and excited at the same time, and before long, the occasional flash of lightning flickered menacingly behind them. Surely rain was on the way? We watched and waited, spellbound by the unfolding drama as the light gradually faded and the lightning began to spread westwards along the Welsh coast on the opposite side of the estuary. It was getting late, but still we stayed, riveted by the show and expecting to get soaked by the urgent rainfall that never arrived. At some point it occurred to my slow witted brain that putting the camera on the tripod and pointing it across the Severn Estuary might be an idea. I'd always had an idea as to how it might be possible to photograph lightning, but the opportunity had never arisen; at least not until now it hadn't. With a series of 25 to 30 second exposures I hoped that what was mostly sheet lightning might produce the odd fork, which it eventually did - close to the resort town of Barry, which for those of you who are British will know is the home of a much loved sitcom of recent years - hence the title. I was very happy. An already excellent day, completed by watching a thunderstorm from a safe, dry location in the comfort of a cheap folding chair. What's not to love about that?
Italien / Südtirol - Hochleist und Zwölferkofel
seen from Fischleintal
gesehen vom Fischleintal
The Fischleintal/ Val Fiscalina
Town/City: Sexten/Sesto Region: Dolomites Region Three Peaks
The Carnic mountain ridge appears almost insignificant compared to the stately Dolomite rock towers on the opposite side of the Sesto valley. But this impression is deceiving! From Sesto, you can not only reach the Tre Cime Dolomiti, a popular and panoramic hiking and skiing area, but also the western foothills of a mountain range that stretches for over 100 km, almost to Villach in Carinthia. Interesting detail: The Carnic Alps were formed long before the Dolomites. Numerous fossil finds indicate a turbulent, geological past. However, the mountain range also has great historical importance, as it forms part of the Italian-Austrian border. Those who want to experience a border passing on high tracks can walk from the Monte Elmo peak (2,434 m) past the Helmhaus and along the ridge - with their left foot in Austria and the right one in Italy. This is also the starting point of the popular Carnic high route, also called the "peace route", which leads in eight to eleven days of walking to Arnoldstein in Carinthia.
(suedtirol.info)
The Zwölferkofel (Italian: Croda dei Toni; German: Zwölferkofel) or Zwölfer (German for "Twelve" or "Twelfth") is a peak of the Sexten Dolomites on the border between the provinces of South Tyrol and Belluno, in Italy.
(Wikipedia)
Der Zwölferkofel oder kurz Zwölfer (italienisch Croda dei Toni) ist ein 3094 m hoher Felsgipfel in den Sextner Dolomiten.
Seine Schauseite zeigt der Zwölfer von Norden aus dem Bacherntal, etwa vom Aufstiegsweg zur Zsigmondyhütte: Links des auch Hoher Zwölfer genannten Hauptgipfels schließen sich der Kleine Zwölfer 2917 m s.l.m. und der Kleinste Zwölfer mit den bizarren Felsnadeln der Vicentinischen Damen an, nach rechts ist der etwas niedrigere westliche Vorgipfel durch eine deutliche Scharte vom Hohen Zwölfer abgesetzt. Nach Süden folgen zunächst der Mittlere Zwölfer 3011 m s.l.m., italienisch Croda A. Berti und der Südliche Zwölfer sowie einige weitere Erhebungen.
Über das Massiv verlief bis zur Annexion Südtirols nach dem Ersten Weltkrieg die Grenze zwischen Österreich-Ungarn und dem Königreich Italien, heute trägt es die Grenze zwischen Südtirol und der Provinz Belluno. Die Südtiroler Anteile sind im Naturpark Drei Zinnen unter Schutz gestellt.
Der Zwölferkofel ist ein Teil der Sextner Sonnenuhr, die der Bevölkerung Sextens recht verlässlich die Bestimmung der Tageszeit anhand des Sonnenstandes erlaubt(e).
Die Erstbesteigung des Zwölferkofels gelang den einheimischen Bergführern Johann und Michel Innerkofler am 28. September 1874 durch die sogenannte Eisrinne zwischen Mittlerem und Hohem Zwölfer. Der heutige Normalweg weicht dem Grund der ausgeaperten Eisrinne in den benachbarten Felsen aus. Es handelt sich um eine Route im dritten Schwierigkeitsgrad der UIAA-Skala, die von Michel und Johann Innerkofler mit J. Reichl und M. Simon am 6. September 1887 erstbegangen wurde.
(Wikipedia)
Das Fischleintal (italienisch Val Fiscalina) ist ein rund 4,5 km langes, vom Sextental nach Süden abzweigendes Seitental in den Sextner Dolomiten im östlichsten Teil von Südtirol in Italien.
Lage
Es reicht in voller Breite vom Sextner Ortsteil Moos bis zur Talschlusshütte via Fischleinboden mit gleichnamigem Großparkplatz und Buswendepunkt für den Linienbus Kreuzbergpass-Innichen/Toblach. Das sich zum Talschluss hin verjüngende Tal ist durch Wege, Gaststätten und Beherbergungsbetriebe gut erschlossen. Hinter dem Fischleinboden wird die asphaltierte Straße von unbefestigten, aber gut gangbaren Wegen abgelöst.
Das Tal ist für seine landschaftliche Schönheit überregional bekannt und führt in den Naturpark Drei Zinnen, vorbei an einigen Gipfeln der Sextner Sonnenuhr. Hinter der Talschlusshütte (1.548 m) gabelt es sich am Fuß des Einserkofels in das Bachern- und das Altensteintal, welches gegen die Drei Zinnen und den im Ersten Weltkrieg hart umkämpften Paternkofel hinaufzieht. Auf den Zustiegen zur Dreizinnenhütte auf dem Toblinger Riedel und zur Zsigmondyhütte im Bacherntal wird das Fischleintal oft durchwandert.
Das Fischleintal entwässert über den Fischleinbach, der im Sextner Ortsteil Moos in den Sextner Bach, einen Zubringer der Drau, mündet.
Geschichte
Das Fischleintal ist als Hochalpe des Klosters Innichen bereits seit dem 10. Jahrhundert unter der erst später eingedeutschten Bezeichnung „Uiscalina“ urkundlich bezeugt.
Bergsturz
Am Morgen des 12. Oktober 2007 stürzten ca. 60.000 Kubikmeter Fels- und Geröllmassen vom Einserkofel (2.698 m) in den hinteren Talgrund. Es kamen dabei keine Menschen zu Schaden, 30 Urlauber konnten unverletzt gerettet werden. Der Felssturz begrub weite Teile eines Parkplatzes unter Geröllschutt und ließ den Fischleinbach über die Ufer treten. Der Bergsturz wird auf die Sprengkraft von in Felsspalten aufgrund vorausgegangener heftiger Temperaturschwankungen gefrierenden Wassers zurückgeführt. Eine zunächst vermutete Folge der Klimaerwärmung wurde jedoch relativiert.
(Wikipedia)
The number of the breath one does in the life, is insignificant. The moments to one the breath it are important rob....
... to show that they do have wings ... and dandruff ;-)
Best viewed in lightbox and then zoom in, on full screen of course!
You could be forgiven for thinking that the bee has only got one antenna; an observation already made in a comment below. However, if you view in lightbox, zoom in and look very carefully indeed you should be able to make out the first segment (a couple of millimetres of dark brown) going up from where you would expect to find the second antenna.
Are you with me? It gets a little more complicated as you read on, as you surely must ;-)
Then, from the top this segment, the rest of the antenna (a very faint light brown line) is going across its face between its simple eyes on top of its head and its left compound eye as well as away from the camera and thus disappearing out of focus.
This is because my setup (see gear below) provides an extremely shallow depth of field where only parts of the picture in the same very fine plane will appear in focus at any given focal length. A good example of this is in my photo; I've got my eye on you! where only the eye and the sharp claws are realy in focus.
Are you still with me? No? Never mind, but as further evidence that my bee is fully intact, you can see the same bee in my next upload with both its antennae and a smile on its face to let you know that all is well. (ツ)
Tools of the trade! Shh!!! Mum's the word!
Take care and many thanks for calling,
Colin ...
★ Food for thought :
The bee is fast becoming an endangered species in many parts of the world. In France, the newly arrived Asian hornet (new tab) is just another nail in the coffin. Without the bee, we too could well become an endangered species! :-(( - Love thy neighbour and thy bee however small and insignificant it may appear to be.
"If the Bee Disappeared Off the Face of the Earth, Man Would Only Have Four Years Left To Live" - Albert Einstein
God slay the Asian queens and save our noble bees!
(ironically, to the tune of "God Save the Queen")
P.S. Sorry about the dandruff but bees will be bees*
(｡◕‿◕｡)
* allusion à l'expression anglaise: "boys will be boys"
Back to photo page : Leo, the Dande Lion King
a woman steps along the fine line between light and shadow, caught in the geometry of palma’s old town. the wall speaks quietly in stone and font, its message half-covered by the angled cloak of the sun. “antigua palma” stands not just for place, but for time – split here by this transient presence, passing but not insignificant. light cuts across the façade like a memory dividing past and present. in this slice of shadow, everything feels temporary – even permanence.
"The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life's most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?”
Milan Kundera
Dusty Miller (Senecio cineraria) is an attractive bushy perennial flowering shrub with silvery gray, soft fuzzy lobed leaves. Also known as "Silver Dust", the plant is in the family Asteraceae and endemic to Italy.
The small thistle-like cream to yellow flowers bloom in midsummer and are not considered showy. The flowers usually do not appear in the first year; are insignificant and; generally detract from the foliage effect.
Molte volte l’essere umano è viene considerato alla stregua di una insignificante lineetta… Fotocamera: Leica IIIf (1950)
ottica: Summitar 5=cm f/2:0 (1953)
film: 35 mm Ilford FP4 plus
dev: R09 (1+25) 9' a 20°.
stop: B-WORK BW STOP (1+19) 1'
fix: Ilford rapid fixer (1+4) 4'
scan: Epson V500 3600dpi
Removing speck of dust: Photoshop.
Just one image of the incredibly beautiful Moraine Lake isn't enough, so tonight I present to you one more. :-)
This one is taken from the lake level and the water was as clear as glass, which yielded the most amazing reflections imaginable. While one couldn't get the same perspective regarding the color of the water in the lake, one could see the clarity of the water, which was cool to see as well.
I remember standing on the shore's edge and just feeling so insignificant in the grandeur of what my eyes were taking in. It truly felt like "sensory overload", but yet I felt mesmerized and calm at the same time.
Hope that you enjoy this "view" as much as we did. Thanks for stopping by to view and especially for all of your comments.
Happy Monday!
We are surrounded by a certain sort of pessimists who continually tell us that our world is foundering in atheism. But should we not rather say that what it is suffering from is unsatisfied theism? Men, you say, no longer want God; but are you quite sure that what they are rejecting is not simply the image of a God who is too insignificant to nourish in us this concern to survive and super-live to which the need to worship may ultimately be reduced?
-“The Zest for Living” (1950), AE, 239–40., Teilhard de Chardin
David & I visited a site yesterday, in the hope of finding the Spotted Marsh Ladybird, so it was a thrill to find two there!
Colemere - Shropshire
This gorgeous countryside house looks so insignificant with the mountain Mugarra behind it as the sun sets. Mugarras peak is at 969m.
Oldest rock in Hong Kong － Wong Chuk Kok Tsui
The oldest stratum in Hong Kong, as proven by existing fossil evidence, is a bed of Devonian sedimentary rock. It is mainly outcropped on both sides of Tolo Channel. Sedimentary pyroclastic rocks found around Pak Sha Tau and Wong Chuk Kok Tsui on the northern shore are called Wong Chuk Kok Tsui Formation. They are primarily sandstone, pebbly sandstone and conglomerate. The best outcropped areas of this formation can be found around Wong Chuk Kok Tsui at the northern tip of the channel. Influenced by the folding and staggering action of geological movements, the beddings are almost vertical. It is a breathtaking sight.
The rich Devonian fossils found in Tolo Channel provide a strong basis for determining geological age and sequence stratigraphy. They also help us understand how Hong Kong's natural environment evolved during that time.
The oldest rocks of Hong Kong (Devonian) are distributed on both sides of Tolo Channel, i.e. Ma On Shan on the southern shore and the region south of Plover Cove Reservoir on the northern shore.
The latter are known as Wong Chuk Kok Tsui Formation. The faults of this formation, some 800 metres thick, have contacts with other strata both in the north and south. The entire Wong Chuk Kok Tsui Formation is made up of clastic sedimentary rocks like sandstone, siltstone and conglomerate. While rock property variations are insignificant from bottom to surface, ages of fossils within cover the entire Devonian sedimentary sequence, from its early stage to the late stage. By analysing the sedimentation and living organisms of the Devonian in depth, we can see that the region around Plover Cove Reservoir on the northern shore of Tolo Channel today was primarily foreshore, river delta or inshore sedimentary shallow sea during the Early and Middle Devonian. Bivalvia, archaeostraca and conchostracan fossils have thus been discovered in this area. Fossils from the Late Devonian are mainly terrestrial primitive ferns. This indicates the sedimentary environment changed at this stage. The sea receded and land was exposed.
How to get there
Private boat hire is required.
香港最古老的岩石–黃竹角咀
香港迄今發現藏有化石證據的最古老地層是源於泥盆紀的沉積岩，主要在赤門海峽兩岸出露。海峽北岸白沙頭至黃竹角咀一帶的碎屑岩沉積岩主要由砂岩、含礫砂岩和礫岩組成，名為「黃竹角咀組」，當中海峽北端黃竹角咀一帶的出露情況尤佳。這些岩層受到地質構造運動的褶皺和錯動影響，已近乎直立，景貌磅礡壯觀。
此外，赤門海峽還有豐富的泥盆紀化石，這些岩石中的寶藏深具價值，可作為鑒別地層年代及劃分地層層序的依據，同時有助我們了解香港的自然環境遠於泥盆紀發生了甚麼演變。
香港最古老的岩石(泥盆紀)分布於赤門海峽兩岸，即南岸的馬鞍山地區和北岸船灣淡水湖以南的地區。北岸的岩石稱為「黃竹角咀組」。它南北兩側的斷層均與其他地層接觸，厚度逾800米，岩性從下到上變化不大，全部由砂岩、粉砂岩、礫岩等碎屑沉積組成，然而岩石中的化石卻包含了泥盆紀早至睌期的完整沉積序列。假如將泥盆紀的沉積情況和生物組合結合分析，可以看到赤門海峽北岸船灣淡水湖一帶在泥盆紀早期和中期大致是濱海、河口三角洲或近岸淺海沉積環境，所以發現雙殼類、介形類及葉肢介類等化石；至於晚期化石則是陸生原始蕨類植物，顯示沉積環境曾發生變化，海水後退，露出陸地。
如何前往
自行租船前往。沿赤門海峽北岸觀察。
Please view in large size^^
One of the first public flights of the Lockheed Martin F-35 in Europe at the 2016 Farnborough air show (1/3)
[I got sunburnt today, in England! ...
This picture was harder to take than I thought, either the F-35 wasn't cooperating, or that my shaky arms overpowered the not insignificant VR on the lens, which made my ad-hoc criteria of 1) in-focus-ish underbelly, 2) lit engine, 3) vapour trail, quite demanding.
Nonetheless, photography wobbles aside, the F-35 was an awesome sight of engineering to behold and the definite highlight of the show (for this fluid dynamicist). Even more amazingly, it proceeded to hover/stall(!) in mid-air for almost a minute, which was stupefyingly cool.]
500mm, f/11, 1/500, ISO 100
Another shot from this garden:
All things are insignificant, easily changed, vanishing away.
Happy Monday Blues Everyone...HMB~!
I dedicate this shot to one of my good friend Trader Doc, thanks for your beautiful testimonial ^_^
Dad, sometimes I feel insignificant.
"You're not insignificant to me, Clancy."
But in the overall scheme of things, I'm just a dog in, and soon enough out, of this world.
"So am I. Except the dog part."
But that's just it. You ARE human. All humans are significant or have the potential to be. Me, I don't have choices.
"You're making me feel bad."
It's not your fault. And I have plenty to be thankful for. It's just the nature of things: humans are capable of anything; animals are only capable of perpetuating their species. And I can't even do that.
"Clancy, for the most part everything has it's place in the world. That's what makes the whole thing special. If there were no such thing as pets, there would be a hole in my life that could not be filled by anything else in quite the same way. So the next time you feel less than, remember that you're an integral part of what makes my world as good as it is."
...Dad, sometimes I don't know whether to call your bluff or hug you.
"Try me."
I'll take the hug.
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Abandoned Kemp Road, Ottawa, Ontario
532 Clancy 9yrs 35wks
Clancy's YEARBOOK 10: www.flickr.com/photos/130722340@N04/albums/72157720201164845
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You may look at me and think that I am small and insignificant, but I float on a sea of magical colors and they transform me. Look again - now what do you see?
Always love to find the Ivy Ladybird, though this one was on yew next to ivy!
Upton Magna - Shropshire
The security guard leaning against one of the 12 main pillars of Karnak gives a good sense of scale. Being amongst giant and ancient monuments is a humbling experience. You feel the weight of the history contained there and it makes you feel insignificant. Not in a bad way though.
A natural shot for a change, as many are either in pots, trays or my hand!!
Stretton Westwood Quarry - Shropshire
I usually do my photo tours with my Brompton folding bike. When I left very early last Sunday, the morning mood looked rather insignificant. I stopped briefly and looked around when this light situation opened up. It only took a few minutes and I had to act quickly...
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The wild carrot (Daucus carota L.) is a very widespread plant in the temperate areas of Europe, North America and Asia. Its flower can be seen almost everywhere in the summer period (it blooms from April to October), especially in meadows, at the edges of roads, in arid environments, from sea level up to about 1400 m above sea level [Acta].
The flower (in reality it is more correct to call it "inflorescence"), seen from afar, seems almost insignificant, but, seen up close, reveals an almost incredible complexity, so much so that it almost seems like lace embroidery: its English name, in fact, it is “Queen Anne's Lace” (which means “Queen Anne's lace”). When the seeds are formed, the umbels close on themselves to form a sort of nest that protects the ripening seeds. Different species of insects find refuge in these "nests".
Hebrides overture
Last weekend was a very special weekend as Tory and I went over to the Island of Mull for a long overdue visit to my Sister Tania her husband Neil and their daughter Elena.
We were spoilt rotten with amazing hospitality great whisky’s and an amazing spread of fresh crab lobster and prawn’s all freshly caught by Neil.
Sunday morning just after 6 am Tory and I met Neil on the fionnphort pier and borrowed his quite little inflatable dingy to head out to Staffa as the forecast was supposed to be good. It’s approximately 7 miles out to Staffa from the pier.
As we left the sound of Iona the wind was quite a bit stronger than we expected so the 30 mins trip ended up a wet windy 90 mins and midway our wee dingy started to feel very insignificant as we also encountered a rolling Atlantic swell. Also thankfully unseen by Tory was that now mull and Iona had completely disappeared in a rain storm, her eyes were fixed firmly on Staffa, not at all happy I could tell. Undaunted and determined we finally arrived.
We tied up the dingy on what seemed to me quite an exposed pier and headed around to Fingals Cave entrance, now it was raining heavily and the basalt columns were really slippery and treacherous. Poor Tory was shaking with cold but still faithfully holding my umbrella for me, she is a saint. I grabbed a couple of shots then we decided best to quit while we were ahead.
Luckily the Dingy was fine where we had left it and the trip home was a lot more comfortable and only 30 mins. Not our usual Sunday routine but a really great day and memory.
Hope you like the image and that I have managed to capture something of the mood and dramatic emotion this place evokes. Hebrides overture by Mendelssohn was one of my fathers favorite pieces of music and was inspired his visit here in 1829