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I am delving deeper into my personal discoveries in the New Topographics genre by foregoing any hint of prettiness and allowing the reality of man’s intrusion upon nature take a brazen central role in my work.
No fish, no crawdads, instead asphalt predominates where there should be a lake.
Man’s intrusion into nature borders on the absurd. Here they installed a sculpture which is intended to mimic and “blend” into the environment. I have to give them credit , yes they did leave a lot of this area untouched, so let’s move along.
Nonostante il degrado è ancora possibile percepire il fascino di questo cortile ad Afragola (Napoli)
Ho alterato il cromatismo originale per mascherare in parte l' evidenza delle intrusioni moderne .
I have no idea what traveled through the scene, but it made sure the well-lit steps were spared the smearing due to shake. The intrusion there must have coincided with the shaky part of the exposure. This was an attempt to hand-hold with a >1s shutter speed. It was bound to fail with a lens this long, but I was thinking it'd fail in an interesting way. Well, here it is. The next time I try this I'll keep my other eye open...
I noticed my reflection when out on a photo walkabout in London. Not sure if I’m the subject or an intrusion.
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I love this shot of Snugs as I think the background autumnal bokeh emphasis her beauty. She was looking at me in query as Lu the neighbour was paying us a visit that Snugs was not really impressed with. But she behaved like, the gentle lady that she is and coped well with the intrusion.
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Startled by a scrub-jay, the Canyon Towhee sprang backward into the air, belly exposed to the camera. Wings spread wide, it hovered for a split second, reacting to the sudden intrusion—a fleeting display of surprise and agility. What brings me joy is the unique power of still photography—capturing an instant too fast for the eye to see and impossible for video to preserve.
Luckily, even though there was no dew, it was cool enough at sunrise so that this female Halloween pennant dragonfly was not inclined to move from its overnight perch despite the intrusion into its private space by the photographer. Photographed in the La Crosse River Marsh.
Desperate for sleep, but keeping one eye open to watch the rude intrusion by a photographer.
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Namafjall is a high-temperature geothermal area with fumaroles and mud pots. At a depth of 1000 meters the temperature is over 200 degrees C. Cold ground water seeps down to magma intrusions, where it is heated and transforms into steam, and then comes back to the surface. Along with it comes sulphur gases.
While spending time with a small herd of muskox along the Teller Highway just north of Nome, the bull decided that it was time to mount this female. The rut was on and the males were noticeably more aggressive than last years trip that took place a month earlier.
Just before this shot was taken, the female dropped as if interested 2-3 times and the bull would begin to mount her, just to have her spring to her feet in rejection. My thought…ok…I guess I’ll photograph muskox mating in the wild, not a dream scenario…but unique! When she swung around to come face to face with him, I captured this shot. As I witnessed the moment, my mind plugged into the humanistic side of the moment. Maybe she just couldn’t relax with a human so close, pointing a lens right at them.
Even though I wanted to spend more time with them, my desire to not become the first Hoosier to ever fully stymie a bull muskox in the wilds of Alaska kicked in. Although it is a resume builder!
I verbally thanked and apologized for my intrusion and started the treck back to my car.
These birds can sense your presence and they do not appreciate your intrusion at all!! I've not been able to identify the fruit this bird is feasting on. I am waiting on the land owners permission to get a close up view of the berries and vine itself. It has drawn in every species of woodpecker I have in the area plus blue birds, pine warblers and crow! Great to watch but just a little too far to get good detailed captures!
Prairie Dogs live in family groups that include one male, sometimes more than one female, and their litters. All eight seen here look like pups to me, so I assume more than one female lives in this burrow (litters generally have one to six young). Although a lot of eyes are fixed on me, you can see that they have the 360° view pretty much under full surveillance.
Highly intelligent animals, they have evolved a complex system of vocal communication to warn other colony members of danger or intrusion. They are able to identify humans by the colour of their clothing and their body shape, and share this info with neighbouring prairie dogs. They know the difference between a dog and a coyote, and whether this is the same dog that was with you yesterday. Remember, these are rodents!
Pretty amazing!
This is a family group from last June, photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2024 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
"Unexpected intrusions of beauty.This is what life is "
~ Saul Bellow
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A red admiral poses for me on a cedar tree. This has been by far the most common butterfly here so far this year.
This species overwinters in south Texas, and most of North American must be recolonized each spring by southern migrants. In North America, the red admiral generally has two broods from March through October. Male red admirals are territorial and perch during the afternoon until sunset. Larger territories are optimal and subject to intrusion by other males more frequently than smaller territories. Territories tend to be oval, 8–24 feet (2.4–7.3 m) long and 13–42 feet (4.0–12.8 m) wide. Males patrol their territory by flying around the perimeter between 7 and 30 times per hour.
Source and more info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vanessa_atalanta
Les vaches écossaises highland participent à l'écopâturage en baie de somme, mais les mouettes avaient fait de cette bande de terre au milieu du marais leur territoire pour pondre. Elles essaient de chasser ces intrus pour protéger leur progéniture qui ne sait pas encore voler; les vaches impassibles continuent de brouter sans dégâts apparents pour les juvéniles.
Kakopetria, a village on the Troodos Mountain range in Cyprus, has preserved its old quarter free of intrusions of any modern buildings.
The old buildings were restored in the last decades under very strict specifications and today reflect the old image of the village in all its glory.
Due to this fact and that it is not far from the bigger towns of the island, and that it offers some small hotels and good restaurants in its new part, Kakopetria is now a popular destination for excursions or short breaks.
You can find some more photos in my Album "Troodos Mountains"
Quartz intrusion in granite. Shot from a kayak. Deep Sea Bluff, Broughton Archipelago, British Columbia, Canada
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This flight of steps runs diagonally upwards between the Garret and Braich Districts following the line of ingenious intrusion.
The common starling (sturnus vilgaris) has iridescent plumage that is not to visible against the palo verde blossoms. Captured at the beautiful Gilbert Water Ranch, a great place for birding. The starling was raucous and ruffled over my intrusion.
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Southern end of Bunga Beach. Lots of varied rocks. These black rocks are upturned layers. Mimosa Rocks National Park Far South Coast NSW.
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During the autumn rut the red deer stag will gather his harem and protect it from intrusion by bellowing warning off other stags. Bellowing also attracts other females..
“It’s got an amazing coastline. You’ll get loads of great pictures there!” I forget where we were discussing. Bali perhaps, or Western Australia - places I’ve never even been close to. Most of my Irish cousins are far more well travelled than I am, at least where long distances are concerned. Especially since two of them moved to Perth about fifteen years ago within a few months of one another. Neither of them have ever shown any signs of coming back to the northern hemisphere for anything more than a family visit. One day I might finally see those distant worlds, but my response was a simple one, and I had my cousins’ own backyard in mind. “I can’t think of many places I’d rather go to than the west coast of Ireland,” I replied. “Filthy weather, lonely clifftops, fleeting moments of spectacular light, and a wild and beautiful coastline.” I could have been talking about home. But I’d heard Ireland’s call and my flights were booked.
I should have known that a certain airline, famous for a long list of optional extras, would deploy its well known tactic. Fare creep is an insidious beast. I suppose at least they let you sit down for the flight rather than strapping you to the fuselage unless you cough up another fifty quid each way. A normal person with a normal hobby wouldn’t have this problem, but Muggins here needed to take a bagful of camera equipment, and even the smaller pack was pushing the boundaries when I reached for the tape measure. That telephoto lens is a beast, but I couldn’t have left it at home. On the plus side, the additional forty quid I was about to part with entitled me not only to bring the camera bag into the cabin with its own seat, extra leg room and complimentary snacks from the lite bites menu, but also made me one of the chosen few. Priority boarding no less. I’ve never felt quite so important. I imagined the conversation at check in. “Priority boarding? Oh yes it’s quite popular. See that couple over there sharing the battered looking tin cup, drinking coffee out of a thermos flask? They’re the only ones who haven’t purchased it for the flight to Dublin this afternoon”
“Laptops and kindles in a separate tray!” sings the operative for the hundredth time this morning. I point to the one where I’ve already placed mine. “Belts and watches off. Empty your pockets. Are you wearing boots today sir?” I nod at the other tray where I’ve already put all of these items. Yet no matter how much I’ve prepared for the walk of intrusion, I almost always set off the metal detector. I could be standing there in my underpants and it would bleep in indignation. Sometimes I can almost hear the imaginary rubber gloves snapping onto eager fingers, yet I'm not Carlos the Jackal, neither am I doing part time work for a group of Colombian businessmen. I have never had surgery involving insertion of ironmongery in replacement of missing bones, nor do I have gold teeth. But still that infernal machine sings at me like an over excited whistleblower. At least this time the camera bag and the laptop made it through without drawing unwanted suspicion. To my left stood a man nursing a pot belly that he’d no doubt lovingly crafted over many decades of real ale consumption. There was no option other than to reach out across his protruding gut to retrieve my laptop and Kindle. Which was almost as uncomfortable as the sound of those rubber gloves snapping away in my subconscious.
I’d only now realised that this was my first solo mission. I’ve been away on photography trips with Dave and Lee plenty of times, but never before was there nobody to please but myself. If I was prepared to sit on top of a freezing cold headland in the pouring rain, waiting for the light, there would be no need to worry whether everyone else was enjoying themselves quite as much as I was. I’d already dropped some very subtle hints to my Irish family, gently letting it be known that I will often stay in the same place for two or three hours, even though nothing much might be happening. Watching landscape photographers at work is by no means an exciting pastime, especially in adverse conditions. This was going to be a trip where there would be no compromises with anyone except for myself. I needn’t have worried though. Everyone needed to go to work, and I’d deliberately chosen the middle of the week for my jaunt down west.
And then there was the subject of locations. The family had a long list of suggestions, many of them very distracting - and by that I don’t mean the guided tour of the Jameson’s distillery in Midleton. The south west corner it would definitely be, in either Cork or neighbouring Kerry, but I didn’t want to be spending big chunks of short November days driving long distances in and out of the five toes of rocky land that lay dipped into the edge of the Atlantic on the map. With just three afternoons of shooting ahead of me, I needed to keep it simple.
In fact with the two locations that were at the forefront of my mind, the decision was a very easy one. The Dingle peninsula promised everything I was looking for. So Kerry it would be. I booked the hire car, found a small cottage and started my research. I’m rarely happier than when I’m making plans. And sometimes those plans are interrupted by an unscheduled stop to grab that fleeting moment of spectacular light, a rainstorm crossing the semi-mythical, but very real Macgillycuddy’s Reeks, which is exactly what happened here. Told you I needed that telephoto lens.
A volcanic dike cuts trough volcaniclastic sediments on a hillside along the North Fork Highway (US 14/16/20) near the Fishhawk Trailhead in Shoshone National Forest Wyoming. Since the intrusive rock making up the dike is more resistive to erosion than the surrounding volcaniclastic rock it cuts through, it appear wall-like. These rocks belong to the Eocene Absaroka Volcanics Supergroup which is the remnant of a volcanic field that was active in the Eocene between 53 and 43 million years ago.
An Igneous dike is a planar to irregularly planar igneous intrusion that cut across country rocks in a vertical or oblique orientation. A dike forms when lava pushes up through cracks, fractures or fissures in a host rock. In the Absaroka Volcanics dikes usually radiate out from volcanic centers in swarms. This dike is part of a swarm of dikes that radiate out from the Sunlight Volcanic center which was located north of the present day North Fork canyon. Radiometric dating (40Ar/39Ar) places the activity of this volcano from 49.6 ago to 48.1 million years ago. The emplacement of the dikes occurred in the later stages of vulcanism.
At this location the host rock is a volcaniclastic which is made up of sedimentary rocks composed of eroded volcanic material. These volcaniclastic rocks formed in alluvial aprons surrounding the eruptive centers. They are made up conglomerates, breccia, sandstone, siltstone and claystone derived from eroded volcanic material. The volcaniclastics were deposited by debris flow, lahars, as well as streams. After they were deposited the dike was intruded into them.
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This little one was sounding the alarm due to the intrusion of this human with a camera into his woods.
Algonquin Provincial Park, Ontario, Canada