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* When we visited Oxford we stayed in the village of Iffley it was a good choice it has a stunning Romanesque church and there are a number of historic buildings. It feels more like a village than a suburb of Oxford. Its possible to walk into Oxford along the banks of the River Thames it took us about 40 minutes from this Lock to walk into the centre of the city
Iffley Lock is a lock on the River Thames in England near the village of Iffley, Oxfordshire. It is on the southern outskirts of Oxford. The original lock was built by the Oxford-Burcot Commission in 1631 and the Thames Navigation Commission replaced this in 1793. The lock has a set of rollers to allow punts and rowing boats to be moved between the water levels.
In addition the lock and weir streams there is stream further to the east which used to be the Mill Stream.
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For Macro Mondays - Chain
The chain on our side gate. Each link is 3/4" long. More of a visual deterrent that I had to put on a couple of years ago after several neighbours said they had had someone in their back yards during the night.
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Lock Keeper's House, Lock 48, Rochdale Canal at Littleborough. (foot of the pennines, UK)
Here the Canal traverses the Pennine hills via a series of Locks, Leading eventually to Sowerby Bridge, West Yorkshire.
The Canal is 32 miles from Manchester to Sowerby Bridge.
The building in view is the lock keepers house at Bratch Locks nr Wombourne on the Staffordshire & Worcestershire Canal .The house is located next to the top lock in a flight of 3 locks......28-05-2016.......mid-afternoon on a beautiful still and warm late Spring day
Locked Up rusty old gate padlocked, just some empty land and a derelict building on the other side, shot in North Carolina.
Europe, Spain, Andalucia, Almeria, Centre, Art installation (slightly cut)
While processing the previous shot, I remembered that I captured another love lock shot some years ago, way down in southern Spain, in Almeria. Itās an art installation and an example of communal art. On the shiny structure in the middle is a fitting quote: āEs propio del amor si es verdadero, compendiar en un ser el munda enteroā ā āIt is characteristic of love, if it is true, to summarize the entire world in one beingā (RamĆ³n de Campoamor).
This is number 43 of Andalucia (& Valencia) Summer 2018 and of course 1391 of Minimalism / explicit Graphism .
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Off the coast of Cayo Santa Maria, Cuba, the shallow clear water provide easy sight for the Pelicans to spot their prey. Up and down the beach pelicans can be found flying slowly against the breeze looking for fish. When they spot one they climb and then dive straight down into the water. This brown pelican was locked in mid dive on his way to catch a little lunch.
Macro Mondays - Keyhole
Samsonite suitcase lock, measures 3/4". Image measures 2" on the long side. The lock is on top of a lavender container with holographic paper in the background. I used a small flashlight to light the keyhole.
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Itās wet outside once again, so delving into archives.
This was taken same morning as previous post, the frost had frozen the dew of the evening before. I was intrigued by the way which the air had been captured, locked into the water and the interesting shapes that they were too.
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Eagle preparing to snatch a fish in the Susquehanna River
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H. Bjorge on the Caledonian Canal at the Corpach sea lock with Ben Nevis in the background.
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THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO: MY LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY TO BIRD PHOTOGRAPHY
If you've set yourself the challenge of exclusively shooting the wildlife in your own back yard, you might find - as I did - that bird photography is really, really hard.
It's not that reptiles are easy to photograph either, mind - but at least the ones in my garden stay (for the most part) on the ground, and one can learn how to carefully approach them with a camera. They're also clearly egoists, which from a photographer's point of view is is a great character trait: if a lizard detects a human in its vicinity, it's only interested in saving its own skin, and it won't alarm its buddies.
But birds... oh man. Over the years, my feathered friends and I have developed a lovely routine that now defines our peaceful co-existence. As soon as I as much as open a window (let alone the door), I'm instantly greeted by an eruption of panicky fluttering and hysterical shouts from my garden: "SAVE YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND FLY FOR YOUR LIVES: THE HAIRLESS, PINK MONSTER IS COMING!!! (Yes, I speak bird, and I know that this is exactly what they are shouting š).
Needless to say, with the exception of the redstart I already showed here, all my efforts to get the kind of detailed shots I usually strive for with my nature photography ended in complete failure and utter disillusionment. I was ready to give up on stalking the winged misanthropes in my garden altogether, but then winter came - and changed everything.
One day this past January I observed my neighbor Signora P - a kind, elderly Italian lady - putting something on the low garden wall in front of my house. At first I thought she was just putting some treat there for her cat Romeo; the young tom patrols that wall constantly (it's his favorite spot in the garden, and during the warmer months he usually lurks in the thick foliage next to it to prey on lizards).
But once I detected a lot of movement on that wall through my window, I understood she had put a little pile of bread crumbs there; she was feeding the birds who soon arrived in flocks. This was certainly well-intended on my neighbor's part, but her noble action came with a catch, and I'm afraid quite literally.
When I took a stroll through my garden the next day I discovered a suspicious amount of feathers on the ground next to the wall. Romeo had apparently switched from his low-calorie summer diet (lizard) to more energy-rich meals consisting of "fowl" (it was winter after all, so from a nutritionist's point of view this made sense).
I would find fresh traces of Romeo's victims (mostly feathers, but also the odd wing) in my garden over the following days; so my first intuition that my neighbor was feeding her cat hadn't been that far off after all, as Romeo was now clearly being "served" fresh birds on a daily basis. And although the hungry visitors seemed to be aware of the danger and became slightly more prudent, they just couldn't resist the tasty snacks Signora P put on that wall - and neither could Romeo.
It was obvious that I had to act, but talking to my neighbor - who is as stubborn as she is kind - would have been futile, I knew that much. I pondered the matter long and hard - until a light bulb went off in my head. The idea was genius. If successful, what I had in mind would not only increase the birds' chances of surviving Romeo's appetite, but also greatly benefit my own photographic endeavors.
I started to enact my master plan the very next day by buying a giant bag of bird feed (consisting mainly of sunflower seeds) from the store. Then I dragged a huge piece of a tree trunk (approx. 120 cm in height) that we normally chop firewood on in the shed out into the garden and emptied almost half of the bag's content on top of it. Signora P's buffet for birds (and cats) was about to get some serious competition š.
My reasoning was as follows: not only would the birds be lured away from the fatally low garden wall to a place where they were safe from the cat - there was nothing around that tree trunk that provided cover for a predator, and the birds had a nice 360Ā° view around it at all times - but I was also able to photograph them while hiding in the shed.
However, in order for my plan to work there was one little extra measure I had to take, and it was one that risked lowering my own life expectancy considerably once the owner of the property - my mom - discovered it. You see, our shed is completely windowless, so if I wanted to use it as a blind, I had no choice but to cut a hole into one of its wooden walls... which I promptly did (I figured all's fair in love - and photography š).
Granted, I have absolutely zero carpentering skills, and it showed. That hole was an ugly mess: the shed's wall seemed to have had an encounter with Jack Nicholson's ax-wielding lunatic character from the film 'The Shining'. Needless to say, I was incredibly proud of my work (I mean, come on: there now was a hole where before there wasn't a hole, and it was big enough for the lens of my camera to peek through, so it was mission accomplished as far as I was concerned).
Now all I had to do was wait for the birds to discover the tree trunk. In the meantime I started to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable confrontation with my mom and go through possible explanations for that splintering hole in the wall (it was either gonna be a rabid woodpecker attack or an emergency rescue mission with a feeding tube for a little kid that had accidentally locked himself inside the shed - both seemed valid options, though I slightly preferred the locked-in kid due to the involved drama and heroism š).
A whole day went by, and not a single bird visited the sunflower seeds. I had expected that it might take a few hours until the first of the ever curious great tits or blue tits would show up, but given how tiny my garden is, an entire day seemed excessive. Then another day came and went: the birds kept flocking to the bread crumbs on the wall, and my tree trunk kept collecting dust. To add injury to insult, a few fresh feathers on the ground were proof that Romeo was still feasting.
It was incredibly frustrating: I provided my winged guests with a much better view - plus a higher chance of surviving the cuisine - than Signora P's place; I risked (almost) certain death at the hands of my own mother (OK, the act of vandalism on the shed I had committed for my own benefit, but still), yet the birds kept ignoring me.
Then, after three days, just before sunset, I spotted a single blue tit on the tree trunk picking away at the sunflower seeds.
When I got up the next morning I immediately realized that the loud noise that accompanies each and every tit activity had shifted from the wall to the shed. At last the dam had broken: there was a flurry of movement around the tree trunk, and I counted at least 5 different species of birds feasting on the sunflower seeds.
From day 4 onward my plan worked beautifully: the birds now indeed mostly ignored Romeo's "snack wall" and kept to the tree trunk. And yes, I was able to play peeping tom from behind the shed's wall and photograph them!! š
Thus, dear readers, I finally managed to produce some acceptable bird photos, and I had even saved my feathered friends from a deadly foe in the process. All through winter and spring I took advantage of my new bird hide, and in late May I started mixing some cherries with the sunflower seeds. The idea was to attract a Eurasian jay (Garrulus glandarius), and as you can see, it worked!
It took me almost three weeks and more than a few tricks to capture that clever fella, but given how long I've been rambling here already, that's a story for another day. As for my mom, she still doesn't know about the hole in the wall, so please don't snitch! š.
I hope you like the photo and wish you all a wonderful weekend! Many greetings from Switzerland, and as always: let me know what you think in the comments š š ā¤!
P.S. if anyone has their own funny tale about the obstacles we photographers are prepared to overcome for a desired photo, please write it in the comments: I love such stories š
Yesterday hubby and I took a lovely walk with Daisy Dog alongside a canal near our home which opens up onto the Blackwater Estuary, we walked to the Marina and had lunch and then walked back passing the quaint and beautiful Lock Keepers Cottage, simply so beautiful, hoping to have brought some of the beauty to this image, have a wonderful Sunday ~ KissThePixel2019