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Like camp! Square dancing lessons, Emerson running around, Jess overseeing the painting of the giant postcard.
I like having birds in the garden, so to draw them nearer I but up this coconut filled with birdseed and fat. They like that a lot. It gets attention from Great Tit, House sparrow and as shown here, Blue Tit.
I caught this one on a nice, but very cold morning, just as the sun rose and it's light hit the coconut.
Taken with my EOS 60D and my 55-250mm lens.
Post processed in Aftershot Pro, Paint Shop Pro X5, Topaz DeNoise and Topaz Details.
This picture just reminds me of old movies, with the little children under a big tree and the girl looking like a princess in that cute dress.
Taken in my very own street.
I look like a dope because I barely slept last night. Anyways, the Tokyo tower was built to look like the Eiffel tower but now it just looks like a small little red thing on the skyline.
Like the car in Gendermes de Saint Tropez with Louis de Funès. Great movies that makes me laugh right away.
like this one because of the blur I was able to get in the background :)
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If you, like us, love food, then you'll love Tayyabs (opened in 1972). Hidden away between Whitechapel and Aldgate East it has a small but great selection of Indian dishes. By far, our favourite were the lamb chops. You absolutely must order them (else we'll poke you in the eye with a fork). In this picture, we've got sag aloo, chicken curry (no idea what it was called - our brief was 'get us something awesome') and a lamb curry in the distance. It's not the best place to relax - it's hectic, noisy, the spices make you sneeze - but don't let that stop you from checking out this place. The prices are reasonable and there's free corkage on BYO.
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Manchester Cathedral still looks to all intents and purposes like an especially grand town parish church, exuding civic pride. This is historically speaking the truth, for the diocese of Manchester was only created in 1847 and before being raised to cathedral rank this was the parish and collegiate church of St Mary, St Denys and St George. It is nonetheless an imposing edifice, with reputedly the widest nave of any medieval church in England, owing to the former presence of a multitude of chantry chapels whose internal subdivisions have long since disappeared.
Though a parish church had existed here previously the bulk of the present building is the result of rebuilding in the 15th century when it was promoted to collegiate status. Stylistically the church is uniformly late Perpendicular, and though the upper half of the west tower is a Victorian addition it blends well with the remainder of the cathedral. Unfortunately the original sandstone did not age well, necessitating not only the complete renewal of the external stonework but also much of the internal surface too (which was in poor condition following an ill advised attempt to lighten the interior by applying 'roman cement' and hacking into the stonework to key the new layer, an unrestored section of original stonework at the west end of the nave illustrates the state it was reduced to). The work inside and out respected the original design faithfully, though the cathedral has lost most of its patina of age in the process, and thus despite being a medieval building it now appears as if it is a Victorian one.
Further restoration was necessary following bomb damage in World War II when a high-explosive demolished the lady chapel and much of the north east corner. The rebuilding didn't entirely follow the original form, a new (largely windowless) design was used for the lady chapel, the new north east window was reduced in size and a small chantry that formerly projected from the north wall was not rebuilt.
Another consequence of the bombing was the loss of all the pre-war stained glass. This was almost entirely Victorian and had made the interior rather gloomy so its loss is generally not mourned. Today the cathedral is adorned instead by some very vibrant examples of contemporary stained glass, most notably the sequence of five windows at the west end by Anthony Holloway providing bold splashes of colour in their abstract expressionism.
Despite all the restoration and renewal the cathedral still has much to offer, and whilst the stonework was largely replace there is much medieval woodwork remaining in the roofs and furnishings. The outstanding feature here are the early 16th century choir stalls, some of the very finest in the country with enjoyable misericord seats set beneath wonderfully rich canopies, some of the best late medieval wood carving to have survived.
Manchester is one of the most successful of the 'parish church cathedral' upgrades where new dioceses were formed, and whilst its form still betrays its origins as a collegiate church it possesses the scale, interest and dignity of a cathedral.
The cathedral is normally open to visitors daily.
We went to pull this off our door thinking it was a twig but when you look closer you can see each wing and leg
For the most part, I quite like my apartment. But lately I've been feeling like the decor could use a little... something. Something to give it a touch of adult sophistication. Something that says "a grown-up heterosexual male lives here". Or perhaps just "hey ladies, check out my swinging bachelor pad".
Et voila!
I like the beauty of this bird but, as a pilot, I also enjoy observing the real masters of the skies.
Note the forward projections on the wings called ”alulae" (little wings" or “bastard wings”). These are analogous to the thumbs of a hand and are deployed like the slats of a larger aircraft. They allow extra lift at slower landing speeds without causing a stall.. which could be embarrassing for a bird and worse for a pilot. This bird was dumping altitude for a landing, hence the folded wings and compacted tail, but it still needed some lift.
As the bird neared the nest the wings became more open until they and the tail and were fully flared at the nest resulting in a perfect, full stall landing.
That shot had branches in the way but you get the idea. More at photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=15806012
If only my landings were as graceful.
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On day three of the trek, I woke early to see the sunrise over Bohinj. Our hostel had a private beach situated on the south central side of the like. On the right hand side, the sun was rising between the peaks behind Stara Fužina casting soft beams of light through the valley. To the left side, across the lake,there was a long line of low clouds running above the lake but below the peaks. I later saw the exact same conditions depicted on a postcard so this must be a regular occurrence. This time of day the lake was very quiet but as the sun rose, slowly the lake came to life with rowers, swimmers, and paddle boarders. Looking into the shallows I could see many trout swimming back and forth and the water was so clear you could see every detail of the fish as if they were suspended in air. You could even clearly see their shadows passing over the lake bed below them.
After sitting out for at least an hour I returned to our room where we packed up to start hiking. We went to the building where breakfast was served and got in the breakfast buffet line. We had tea, coffee, apples and Nutella, meat and cheese, and cereal. The room had large windows with a lovely view of the lake just across the street.
We began our hike around the lake and stopped at the west end to get a few Fruitabella bars to snack on throughout the day. It feels notable to mention somewhere in here that by this day it had become clear that Maddie had burnt the ever loving shit out of her skin the day previously with the endless sun exposure on the ridge… Her neck and legs of all places were both absolutely fried and the effects of this would go on to take about the rest of the month to heal, as her skin blistered and developed little pustules; I think skin poisoning…. I was also burnt on my legs and neck and arms but nowhere near as badly. So from here on we were even more careful about applying sunscreen and wearing long pants and hats. But yeah…. CRAZY sunburns!
We began hiking towards the waterfall where many tourists staying at the lake will hike to, called Slap Savica. Apparently a famous Slovenian poet wrote of it and it is considered to be one of the most beautiful in the country. Along the way we stopped at a gift shop across from a restaurant for ice cream and two bottles of water because it was such a hot day and we wanted to conserve our water reserves. My water was lavender flavored and Maddie’s was peach. To get to the fall, we had to pay a small fee and climbed numerous flights of stairs. When we got to the top we were both quite sweaty and my sunscreen was rolling off my arms in white streaks which was also rubbing onto my camera which was clipped to the shoulder strap of my pack. Meanwhile other tourists day hiking were traveling light and looking well dressed. The falls were unique in the way that they emanated from a corner in the rock face and didn’t pour as ver the top but rather came through a hole in the side of the mountain where the limestone had dissolved away. The base of the falls was dammed up the. Flowed over the side. The reason for this wasn’t clear to us but it did create a very beautiful turquoise pool below that added to the mystique. The. We descended the stairs once again, filled our bottle in a fountain, then turned back up the mountain on our trail towards our hut. We climbed many switchbacks and had a few glimpses through the trees looking back at the lake which became farther and farther below. We could see a soft sheet of rain moving through the valley in our direction so we cover our bags with our rain flies but elected to forego jackets because it was so hot. The rain started slow and was a nice way to cool us down. Progressively it began to pour but it didn’t last long until it had passed. Maybe 10-15 minutes. And fortunately it was only rain and no thunderstorms. We continued up and passed through some very nice cool areas of forest that were rich with ferns and other green plant life. This section almost reminded me a bit of Santa Cruz in the Forest of Nicene Marks. Moving on we found a neat human carved cave in the side of the trail which was presumably a relic of WWI. By this point our hut was visible and felt within striking distance. While we ascended a considerable amount from the lake to the hut, this day felt much less demanding than the climbs of day 1, due to the trail quality by having switchbacks and more of a slow and steady approach rather than aggressive climbs straight up scree and boulder fields. Checking into our hut, we were now familiar with the standard processes of removing our boots and putting on the provided hut sandals for Maddie and me putting on my packed Chacos. This hut was a bit bigger but more modern than the first one and had multiple staff working. The guy who checked us in took us to the boot room where sweaty socks were hung to dry from the ceiling. Once they were dropped off we were show up a floor to our bunk room which had a stunning window view facing out to the lake. After dropping our burdens upstairs and meeting our bunk mate, an endontist from the Czech, we went down to get a drink. We asked for the grapefruit radler, but he was quick to offer up the opinion that the he was currently drinking himself was much better, so we took his advice and had two blood orange (I think radlers from RESET Brewery). Later on in the trek we did try the grapefruit radler from Union Brewery and thought it was actually just as delicious in its own right. We sat at an indoor table and looked out the window and at the high quality photos on the wall of our hut, Dom na Kamni in every season. We also enjoying listening to the live versions of Dave Matthew’s and other 90s/00s soft rock bangers that the hut master was playing and intermittently singing along to. Not that we’d been roughing it or too out of our comfort zones, but something about the familiar music and atmosphere of the hut felt so comforting, like there was nowhere on earth where I’d rather be in that moment. After coming for a while we went around the side of the building where there was outdoor tables and lounge chairs. We took two of the chairs 50 yards across the small lawn and onto a flat perch where it appeared that a building used to rest atop. I set my camera for a timeline and took of my shirt to try and even out my ever growing tan lines after hours baking in the direct Slovenian sunshine. Our hut was set in a bowl in the mountains where there were impressive ridge lines every direction you looked as well as the lake. A small rainstorm passed through the basin of the lake below and created a long lived rainbow which was actually a really unique sight because in arced through a blue sky much of the time. Eventually it was dinner time so we went back into the hut and had our meal. We both ordered the bean and sauerkraut soup. I had the one with chunks of ham on top. With our meal there was also mediocre bread and a tasty apple streusel. At sunset we returned to the same spot from before and began recording another Timelapse of the clouds and light climbing up the peaks as daylight faded away. While we sat there, with my legs on either side of Maddie and my arms wrapped around her, she quipped “I pity whatever sucker has to share this sunset spot with us.” At this point we’d been there for at least 20 minutes without anyone else coming up to our viewpoint but ironically at that exact moment a guy with a camera came over the rise and we awkwardly said hello and spaced out a bit. Not surprisingly he only stayed a few minutes. The sunset itself wasn’t too remarkable as all the perfect clouds for two hours before had mostly vanished. But, there was one cloud that got nice color and seemed to stay illuminated pinkish for forever. Our patience to see the color to the end dwindled as our exhaustion increased so we called it quits before the afterglow was done but being 9:30 pm we were still the last ones out watching. After another tremendously long day we went to bed.
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