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SUNSET ~ Florida Everglades U.S.A.
Loxahatchee National Wildlife Refuge
Moody Winter Sky ~ Touch of Red
South Florida ~ Palm Beach County, FL
The NTWLAU manifest continues west with only 2 units now. Guess they didn't want all that power for the rest of the trip.
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!
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?
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)
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.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
Lord Byron
Taken @ China
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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During a reprieve in the freeze.
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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 😱💙🌟
Please stand up for amazing stillness skills by Kim Henry www.instagram.com/kimhenry.dance/
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1.5 seconds exposure (0.8s for the light-painting), using my usual tubes lightpainting.store/
I've called him Punky from his peculiar "punk" dark crest. Here photographed in a macro on top of a real mirror in one of his first exits from the nest at the age of a lil less than 1 month.
Very satisfied just after the meal, he could not stand due to his full stomach.
Punky is a cockatiel of the Pearl variant.
Today it's his 2 months birthday! (Same as for my cinnamon cockatiel Sconsy).
At present his plumage is almost completed: black background completely dotted with white-yellow polka dots, just beautiful but, most of all, he is my hero, a braveheart warrior and in the next few shots I will tell his extraordinary story...
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And the happy end: "The return of the prodigal son"
Up-date 2023: it's few months Punky is pairing with Francesco, an Albino cockatiel. Yesss Punky is female ! <3
For further pictures and the continuation of her wondrous story with the happy end, please, read my comments in the first boxes here below or consult the following photos of Punky in my Parrots album : www.flickr.com/photos/white-angel/albums/72157719072298993
Ref.Puppies 027 (120dpi, 10,7MB) Macro shot in natural daylight on a real mirror. No retouching.
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June 28 2023 manually selected & explored # 108 from the Explore TakeOver Contest on #Birds by Flickr Socialmedia.
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My favorite thing to do is not have a plan when I go shoot. I love to get in my truck, point it in a direction and go. The "NOT" knowing is the fun part because all I do is chase the light. I captured this image after rounding a curve in the road. You never know what you'll find just outside your door.
My word for 2014. To fear·less, to face my fears, to push through them and come out okay (and hopefully in a better place).
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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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Dakar, 2011
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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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From this photogenic angle, the high throne or monolithic chair becomes less obvious and the ramp behind, a far away detail. The surface of this man-made alcove is smooth and extends to the floor. From details visible from behind, it would seem that the alcove was at some point in the distant past vandalised and transformed from a resounding amplification of voice into an arch. This sort of troglodyte amplificatory space can also be seen in the nearby Cova dels Moros, Cova de Sa Tuna and, to an extent, the extension of the natural Cova de Cala. Despite the obvious local appreciation for this scale of man made alcove / cave, I will argue that each site needs to be looked at in relation with local issues and geographies.
The monolith is found on the high point of a mining area that was used for constructions in the Baix Empordà of northern Spain between the broad dates of protohistory and prehistory. Whilst difficult to date, I would want to place it's first shapes as far back as the late neolithic or bronze age. But, with dynamic transformations into the early years of history, over writing and wear the site may not give up all of its archaeology with ease.
AJ
"....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
A west facing diner. That illuminated the simplest of furniture fixtures indoors at sunset. 3500 ft. New Mexico. Indigenous flavors and colors. I wouldn’t do justice in selecting a favorite. I can’t thank them enough for the best green chili pork stew and jalapeño tamales ever.
. . . the "speckled one".
This particular rocky eminence will be familiar to observant travellers as it hems in the busy A83 road to the south-west whilst ascending the well-known 'Rest-&-be-thankful' pass.
From certain angles it can appear as a reasonably elegant point; this view (from its it's lower outlier, 'Cruach Fhiarach') presents something less graceful, but no less impressive (in my opinion).
No more no less
eaten away our days
for a hunger to reign
longing for carefree ways
battered by stormy words
the cruelty of which remains
from embittered souls
where spite never refrains
isn't life a pain, sometimes
our precious space and placement
that feels like home, for a time
until burgled by vitrolic intrusion and defacement
necessitates the sowing of boundaries
no longer fertilising a crop of outlandish vocabulary
closed to the ostentation of ineffable beings
their self-seeking bilge of vile preambulatory
they lead the way in singular arrogant quotation
free from depth, shallow by sly name
their midst be a dumping ground for ungraciousness;
a ruth outcrop crossed by their own disrespectful shame
it's becoming a world away
endured once, but no longer commensurate
for a verbal spillage once is a stain forever
upon the word of Earth such obloquy does supersaturate
our space, no more no less
free to respire without cause to choke
upon the stench of others wasteful tirades
our phoenix-Oak protects from all that the fox may provoke.
by anglia24
11h40: 09/03/2008
©2008anglia24
Fred: Agnes, wanna hear a joke?
Agnes: Nah, I'm good.
Fred: Really? It's funny?
Agnes: Is this like when you ask "do you want me to chew your face?", then I say "no", then you say "too bad, I'm gonna do it anyway!"
Fred: Quite similar.
Agnes: Well, I'm still not interested in your squirrel joke.
Fred: Noted. What is a squirrel's favorite number?
Agnes: I'm not that interested.
Fred: Wrong answer. It's TREE!
Agnes: [quietly groans]
Fred: I kill me. Tree. Ha ha ha!
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Fred can get on the bed at the cabin as it is a little lower and he uses a bench to climb up. Agnes is less than impressed.