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The NTWLAU manifest continues west with only 2 units now. Guess they didn't want all that power for the rest of the trip.
No todos los días se puede contemplar esta isla junto a la que pasa este arenero de FEVE dirección Balmaseda.
Not every day you can see this island in the Ebro Swamp, because usually there is less water than when I got this picture. The freight of sand goes from Arija to Balmaseda.
The light from above the dark bank of clouds made the sea look wonderful.
More or less as taken.
The Isle of Wight is in the distance
I’m sure I’m not the only one whose emotions are influenced by the weather. During the winter of cold days, rain, wind and early evenings, it’s hard to be joyful, upbeat and positive. And then as Summer comes we’re outside more, warmer, and generally happier.
This is a spot in the Little Lakes Valley of the Sierra Nevadas, and this particular area is around 11,000ft in elevation. Air is really thin, and there are only a few months of the year where it’s accessible with no snow. I took this in early October last year and they got their first major snow storm the week after. But the sun will always come out eventually. Patience. Summer is less than three months away. And San Diego is less than three hours away, and we all know who is in San Diego right?
Although we had less butterflies throughout the cooler months in Florida, butterfly season never completely ended. Monarch's, gulf fritillaries and zebra longwings were flitting about in small numbers even during the winter months. Although winter is not officially over, I am pleased to say the number of butterflies in the yard has started increasing. I look forward to the return of the spicebush, giants, tigers and more. It won't be long :)
I really am feeling inspired lately, i was kinda MIA for a bit. I was kinda in a rut and just feeling burnt out but i feel a lot better about photography/ my classes has been really inspiring and Im just having fun again, but the last 2 weeks of the semester are coming up and its gonna get real.
p.s. The colors on here look a little muddy compared to the original.
The beech tree avenue at Moor Crichel is most frequently shot from the centre of the road for its pleasing symmetry (being careful not to be run over), but I've had this shot in mind for a little while now, so a week or so ago when fog was forecast I took the opportunity to grab the shot I'd envisaged. Something a little different - I hope you like it!
Bergger Pancro in Acurol
Polychromeprint onto Record Rapid RRW112
When i hear a bird singing, I don't wait for the chorus anymore (Joan Baez, yesterday)
During a reprieve in the freeze.
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De la fenetre de mon hotel, un plaisir pour les yeux...:)
From the window of my hotel, a feast for the eyes ...:)
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It's really hard for me to try to explain how hard it is to motivate myself to do any photography these days whilst I continue to recover from my knee injury. Recovery has been seriously interrupted by lockdowns and closures of gyms...indeed, I've not even been able to see a physio for over 6 months. With all of that my fitness has suffered considerably and so even short excursions can sometimes feel like I'm hitting the wall at mile 22 of a marathon. Therefore, the thought of making the effort to climb a hill for photography when the conditions are less than ideal...well, it doesn't appeal.
When on the hill, a different fear now presents itself. Fear of another injury. I used to head out without a care in the world really. Sure, I might slip and fall, but I always felt that I was the master of my own destiny, even in those circumstances...but now it is different. My body just failed when I injured my knee, with very little in the way of warning, just a little knee pain like I've had for years anyway. The actual step I took when my tendon snapped was so incredibly innocuous, it's the type of step I've taken thousands, if not millions, of times before...it was just like going down the stairs at home...but in that moment, my tendon chose when I was alone, on a hill, in inclement weather and without a mobile signal, to snap...not at home, going down the stairs. And now, although the injured knee presents no pain, my other one does, so the fear is that that will someday go too, as so often seems to happen with people who rupture one tendon, eventually the other one ruptures too. Add to that a lack of strength in the injured knee, some balancing issues and a tendency to give way without warning...that all adds up to a heck of a lot of nervousness when going off the beaten track.
The day I took this photo was no different in many ways. I was solo. The weather was inclement. There was no-one really around. I did have some extra protection in the form of a satellite transceiver that enables me to send an SOS and I did tell my wife where I was this time. But with boggy conditions underfoot, it still meant my mind wasn't wholly invested in photography until I'd set up my tripod and decided to wait, in the cloud and drizzle, for things to happen. And so I waited...and waited...and waited. About 2 hours later I felt the subtle change in temperature on my neck as the sun tried to break through the misty conditions. Poised with my finger on the shutter just hoping for the mistiness to clear a little to reveal the landscape, the conditions brightened to the left of the scene you see here until not only were the two tress visible, but also the landscape beyond...and low and behold, a rainbow. What resulted was a stitch pano consisting of 7 vertical frames and 160 megapixels of Lake District loveliness. This scene lasted for all of 30 seconds...and then it was gone.
I don't tend to big-up my photography, especially these days. I tend to work behind the scenes, especially for anything from Snowdonia, where I spend most of my time, refining my project and building, what I hope will be, a quality book. However, when I go elsewhere, it is sometimes nice to share what I captured, and I think even I like this one enough to shout about it.
This is lit by hand in less than one second!
he past few months have been mostly about producing higher quality work. This is not very relevant for social media, but I'm obsessed with the idea of scaling up my images for some future projects.
This is a single exposure, fresh from today. Check out the close-up: twitter.com/ericpare/status/1587956945994108928 😱💙🌟
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1.5 seconds exposure (0.8s for the light-painting), using my usual tubes lightpainting.store/
- www.kevin-palmer.com - It was supposed to hit the previous night. But the aurora runs on its own schedule. Only after the solar storm watch was cancelled, most skywatchers had written it off as a bust, did the northern lights show. The late arrival ended up being a good thing because this night was crystal clear in Wyoming. Temperatures below zero and a bitter breeze brought frosted eyelashes and numb fingers. But I've been waiting 3 months for a night like this one. Geomagnetic storms are less frequent in the winter and often hidden behind clouds when they do happen. So when conditions are perfect I have to take advantage. Pillars appeared briefly at 11:00 and faded, then the real show started after 1AM. This is a location I found while exploring the local backroads. After marking it on a map, I waited until the time was right to return and capture the northerly view. In recent months more sunspots have been appearing on the Sun. As we head towards the maximum of the 11-year solar cycle, views like this will only become more common.
Less smoke this afternoon made for a sunset not seen much in the last few weeks, one with blue sky.
6/13/2023
Maryland Heights, MO
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“SPICE ISLAND, PORTSMOUTH
Located on the Portsmouth waterfront with fantastic views overlooking the harbour, this traditional spacious pub has a beautiful outside patio area perfect for soaking up the sun in the summer months with a refreshing drink.
Our Grade II listed Spice Island pub is less than a ten minute drive from the Portsmouth and Southsea train station. We’re surrounded by natural beauty and close to local attractions such as Portsmouth’s Museum & Art Gallery, and the historic dockyard.
A PUB FOR ALL
A pub for everybody and every paw, being both dog and family-friendly with wheelchair accessibility and free Wi-Fi.
DELICIOUS FOOD AND DRINK FOR ANY OCCASION
Whether you’re a meat-lover, vegan, vegetarian or non-gluten, there's a dish for everyone at Spice Island. Our appetising menu has plenty of options and is enjoyed by both tourists and locals alike. We serve British comfort food with great flavour, including seaside favourite fish and chips, plus sharing platters and ice cream.
ABOUT OUR PUB
Built on the harbour front in the 1700's, the name derives from being the first place spices from around the world landed. We were historically located just outside the gates of old Portsmouth thus was lawless and home to press gangs for Nelson's Navy. Having just survived the ‘Blitzkrieg' in WWII, you can still find us with the best view in the heart of historic Portsmouth.”
Explored with thanks on the 07/07/2017 #33
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"Smile on Saturdays" Less is More!
Less & old :)
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Near Healy, Kansas. This lek was kind of disappointing photo-wise, mostly because no females were present an the guys seemed a bit subdued as a result. Not a lot of jumping or tussling.
Da 2 ob us was enough! Not sharin!!
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The California Dancer (Argia agrioides) is a damselfly of the family Coenagrionidae, native from Oregon south through California to Arizona, as well as adjacent parts of Mexico.
The male have brilliant sky-blue; thorax shoulder stripe variably forked (lower stripe can be only interrupted); blue and black abdomen with pale spots usually at side of black ring, blue "tail" segments 8-10.
The female have less colorful, thicker bodied than male; usually tan and black, one form male-like.
Huntington Library and Botanic Gardens. San Marino. California.
"....two roads diverged in a wood, and i
took the one less traveled by, and that
has made all the difference." -robert frost, The Road Not Taken
autumn in West Duwamish Greenbelt , seattle
Upon seeing the announcement of Union Pacific's new paint scheme, I couldn't help but wonder why we have gotten away from simplicity in design. Everything now has to be shields, logos, slogans, writing, flags- when some of the most iconic schemes were always the most simple. Here are 2 UP Pushers far away from home in Ferrum, Virginia. The wings will be replaced by a horrendously large and out of place shield, and the new design is WAY too busy for my taste. I wish railroads would go back to simple classy designs on their locomotives. Less is more, and I wish the folks at UP would have gotten the memo.
Not often I post a shot on the same day I took it but today is that day. I had certain photographic plans but the day was autumnal perfection, just a light breeze, beautiful blue skies, just cool and a fabulous atmosphere demanding of a change of plans. So we still went to Sandgate which is only ten minutes down the road and then Woody Point over Redcliffe way and shot the world as it passed by more or less during the best time of year.
No perfection about this shot but you get the idea - the jetty at Woody Point is a place to add your love locks. We liked these which we spread out to get this endearing message. Some diamonds or whatever in the water as well. Love is forever!
As an aside, we did this once in the supposed city of love, Paris but you just wrote on the things in Nikko Pen. I guess if the expensive locks they sold were master keyed, they could recycle them when they faded (yep, I have a suspicious mind)! Sadly for all those proclaiming their love this way, it seems the bridge got so overloaded with metal, parts of it fell into the Seine! There must be a lesson in that somewhere! Probably, love isn't necessarily forever.
A note from google about the bridge problems in 2014, a year after we attached our lock (there was still a little space!)......"A section of the metal mesh on the Pont des Arts footbridge over the Seine in Paris collapsed last night under the weight of the thousands of "love-locks" attached to the bridge by couples. The bridge was immediately closed to the public and was under repair today".
Coyote Buttes South is less visited than the North and access is difficult which is good for me... less crowd.
“It is not doing the thing we like to do, but liking the thing we have to do, that makes life blessed.”
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Less well known than Cawdor Castle is the small village of Cawdor, which lies just to its west, across the steep-sided valley of the Allt Dearg as it flows north to meet the River Nairn. This grew largely as an estate village serving the castle, and much of it comprises attractive stone cottages set in beautifully tended gardens. The link with the castle is very obvious and direct: for example one cottage bears an inscription over the front door: "21 April 1881. In memory of Sarah Mary, Countess of Cawdor."
The Canada Goose (Branta canadensis), sometimes called Canadian goose,[2][3] is a large species of goose with a black head and neck, white cheeks, white under its chin, and a brown body. Baby geese (goslings) are similar to ducklings and cygnets but are unique in many ways too.
Goslings are much lighter than ducklings and lack the black stripe through their eye, with overall less-defined colouration. Overall, goslings are more yellow than cygnets, which tend to be a light grey.
Goslings are also quite large with long necks and triangular bills, which contrast with the flatter bills of ducklings.