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The small emperor dragonfly typically lays its eggs in tandem flight, with the female inserting the eggs into living or dead plants near water with her ovipositor. The larvae hatch after about 2-3 weeks and develop in the water, often in shallow water areas with abundant vegetation.
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Die Kleine Königslibelle legt ihre Eier in der Regel im Tandemflug ab, wobei das Weibchen die Eier mit ihrem Legebohrer in lebende oder abgestorbene Pflanzen in Wassernähe einsticht. Die Larven schlüpfen nach etwa 2-3 Wochen und entwickeln sich im Wasser, oft in Flachwasserzonen mit viel Vegetation
For the art lovers amongst us...
This is a sculpture called "Butterfly" created by Henry Moore.
Seen and admired in October 2006 at the Henry Moore exhibition in Museum "De KunstHal" in Rotterdam. You can find more information HERE
“The secret of life is to have a task, something you devote your entire life to, something you bring everything to, every minute of the day for the rest of your life. And the most important thing is, it must be something you cannot possibly do.”
- Quote by Henry Moore -
I live less of an hour from Mabry Mill the most photographed subject on the Blue Ridge Parkway. So at least once a year I feel obliged to go there. Fall season is the best time of the year because the trees color and reflections in the water create a special atmosphere. Late afternoon is also the best time to be there because the side light and the fact there are no hundreds of people....
Mabry Mill was originally constructed in 1905 by Ed and Lizzie Mabry. It was in operation by 1908 and was used by many in the region who brought their corn to be ground. The mill had a lack of water power, earning it a reputation as a "slow mill," but because of this, the mill would not grind too fast or scorch the corn, which resulted in the Mabry's mill being known for producing some of the finest tasting corn meal in the region. Ed would eventually construct a sawmill and woodworking shop alongside the grist mill, and a number of the tools he used in the shop were powered by the waterwheel. He would also go on to build a nearby blacksmith shop (and a distillery for Moonshine...). Ed Mabry passed away in 1938 and the National Park Service purchased the property from Lizzie. The Park Service completely restored the facility in 1942 and continues to preserve the area as a celebration of the rich culture of Virginia's Blue Ridge.The mill still stands as a unique symbol of the region's heritage and has attracted visitors from around the world (www.visitroanokeva.com/things-to-do/blue-ridge-parkway/ma...).
This is for now my last image on the Blue Ridge Parkway series.
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Less than three weeks ago this wetland overflow from the adjoining lake was topped with thinning ice and the edges of the pond had varying depths of snow on them. But when the ice and snow made a lingering departure, water rose nearly 10 feet in this pond and encroached on the paved road separating the pond from the normal swampy area on the other side.
However, yesterday’s sunrise seems to have forgiven everything negative it heard about our Minnesota winters and instead flooded an observer’s senses with the sweet foretaste of the warm days that will court us for a few months before once again disappointing our friendship with the return of the cold months.
But for now we don’t focus on what will eventually come again but instead on more immediate pleasures and in the ears of our heart if we are still, we can hear the hum of boats and the sound of fishing line whining through the air as the smell of hamburgers cooking on a grill near the lake mixes with children shrieks as they delight at the coldness of the splashing water.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
Named for its least obvious field mark, a faint blush of red on the belly that is rarely seen, the red-bellied woodpecker is the largest common woodpecker of the eastern United States. It can be found in almost any wooded area, including suburban neighborhoods and parks. It is immediately recognized by the black-and-white zebra barring on the back and the red cowl, which is limited to the back of the head in females. Tolerant of humans, it is a regular visitor to feeders, favoring sunflower seed, suet, and fruit. Highly vocal, the most common call is a loud, rolling churr, less sharp than that of the similar red-headed woodpecker. They also make softer kek notes in short series, similar to the call of a flicker. Red-bellied woodpeckers have slowly extended their range north in the past fifty years and are now found to extreme southern Canada.
While we're on the subject of the magic of sunlight, I spontaneously have another, no less beautiful example.
In my last photo from here (Peace and Freedom) you could already see this building in the background and hidden behind some fog.
It is the famous Bastei Bridge in the Elbe Sandstone Mountains on the rock of the same name.
In retrospect, I would have liked to have been here a little earlier to catch the moment when the sun shines through the crack in the rock below where you see it now.
But I was stopped at another point that, in my opinion, was absolutely worth it. What you will soon be able to judge for yourself based on the results. Plus, as we all know, you're always smarter afterwards and so I'm very satisfied and happy with this result.
Weil wir gerade bei der Magie des Sonnenlichts sind, habe ich spontan noch ein weiteres, nicht weniger wunderschönes Beispiel.
Auf meinem letzten Foto von hier (Frieden und Freiheit) konntet Ihr dieses Bauwerk bereits im Hintergrund und verborgen hinter etwas Nebel sehen.
Es ist die berühmte Basteibrücke im Elbsandsteingebirgeauf dem gleichnamigen Felsen.
Im Nachhinein wäre ich gern ein wenig früher hier gewesen um den Moment zu erwischen, wenn die Sonne durch den Felsspalt unterhalb der Stelle scheint, wo Ihr sie jetzt seht.
Doch ich wurde an eineren anderen Stelle aufgehalten, die es aus meiner Sicht absolut wert war. Was Ihr in Kürze an Hand der Ergebnisse selbst beurteilen dürft. Außerdem ist man hinterher bekanntlich immer schlauer und so bin ich sehr zufrieden und glücklich mit diesem Ergebnis.
more of this on my website at: www.shoot-to-catch.de
Sorry guys I won´t be around for some time - next 4 weeks will be just about exams.... I have a lot of work ahead :´(
But hey in less than month and half I am gonna be in the USA - cannot wait for that ;-)
Have a great time everybody!!!
Some frosted Glass beads lined up like little aquamarine jelly donuts. What a treat. Redux of "One Color" and Glass.
Lesser Jacana Microparra capensis
This little guy (weighing only 40 grams – 1.5 oz) is the smallest member of the Jacana family, and is an uncommon resident in the Southern African region. It is found most abundantly in the Okavango Delta region, and therefore is a rare sighting for a location so far east of the Delta.
As is the case with the more common African Jacana, the female is somewhat larger than the male; but unlike their cousins they are monogamous and the hatching of eggs and raising of young is a shared responsibilty of both parents.
This image was captured on the Chobe River, near Kasane, northern Botswana, Southern Africa while on photo safari with CNP Safaris. www.cnpsafaris.com
©2014 Duncan Blackburn
I am moving towards a minimalist lifestyle, decluttering and subtracting the things from my life that no longer bring me joy and happiness.
Deerfield Beach, Florida
Continuing my theme of various ecosystems with some wildlife residents of the prairie.
The prairie ecosystem occupies the lower and mid-latitudes of the Interior Plains of Canada, the United States, and Mexico. It includes all of the Great Plains as well as the wetter, hillier land to the east. From west to east, generally the drier expanse of shortgrass prairie gives way to mixed grass prairie and ultimately the richer and wetter soils of the tallgrass prairie.
Lesser Prairie-Chickens inhabit shortgrass prairies of the southern Great Plains, especially areas where shinnery oak, sand sagebrush, and bluestem grasses (such as little bluestem and sand bluestem) predominate.
The northern population of the LPR is listed as threatened/vulnerable while the southern population is listed as endangered. This is due to significant habitat loss and fragmentation of their native grassland ecosystems. This habitat loss has been caused by various factors, including conversion of grasslands to cropland, livestock grazing, energy development, and fire suppression. Additionally, climate change and the use of herbicides further threaten their habitat.
Having made a quick turn of less than an hour the Juniata Valley Railroad is heading back west on Water Street climbing up a gentle hill from the Main St. intersection with two boxcars and an empty gon picked up at the big Standard Steel mill in Burnham. Leading the train in sharp PRR styled heritage paint is SW900 2106 blt. Nov. 1953 for the Pittsburgh and Shawmut Railroad as their number 236.
To learn more check out the detailed caption from my visit back in July: flic.kr/p/2jrGuHm
Lewistown, Pennsylvania
Friday November 13, 2020
Less than a mile from the Garden is where I did much of my first "birding" such as it was. And one of my first encounters with what was one of my longest lasting nemeses, the male Belted Kingfisher.
First, this was at Heather Farm Reserve when it was more wildlife than human. There is a very large pond with an island that creates a lagoon. And in this lagoon lived (maybe still does) a Belted Kingfisher which have a ratcheting call and a bill like an Australian Kookaburra. He would perch on a favorite snag (which the city cut off five years later) and call. As soon as you'd come running, he would fly to the other side of the island and, dutifully, I would run to try and get just one decent shot. This training of humans - I wasn't the only one - went on for almost five years when I spotted him before he saw me.
This was not the greatest shot, and it has been archived for eight years until my software came with a clarity brush and I was able to bring this character out in the open.
I keep mentioning the male. That is because the female Belted Kingfisher was only seen once and that was in 2019. The female has two bars across the chest, an example of sexual dimosphism. I saw her once, and never again.
When the City began pruning, chopping, fencing and doing other inane things to a park that had existed for over 100 years, the wildlife left and me along with them. I saw one of the people I used to see every day at the Reserve (now at the Garden), and she told me it has been dead as a doornail for three years. That includes the dragonflies because the ponds are low, no fish, and unsuitable for even the small number of Odonata we used to have.
I feel like a Burrowing Owl who keeps getting moved by planning developers, something I witnessed first hand and four times with the local colonies. Now, they're too far for me to go...
I was looking to pare down the two hundred (literally) shots uploaded to Lr from my wonderful Summit Lake hike and thought of this one first. I remember when I took this thinking 'this isn't gonna work', but I loved that tree and rocks and that snag, maybe it would be good enough for FB so my Dad can see it. I blew it up and it was chair spin time!
I looked at my photostream last week and decided I was showing too many Rainier shots, so here's a little less...... :-) (Oh, I crack myself up!)