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Macro Monday - Hook
Blue and white flash feathers on a size 2 hook. These lures are used for sea fishing and are ideal for mackerel and codling.
Early in the morning with dew still on the grass , this killdeer was attempting to lure me away from either the nest or young chicks.
Macro Mondays: "Hook"
A few old lures made by my uncle (in the 1970's). The old tackle box is full of all sorts on interesting things. I have not been fishing in 30 years.
The image is about 6.5 cm (2.5 inches) on the long edge.
I drove to Lake Lure this week to meet a friend for a few days of getting a break from 'pandemic fatigue'. This was the scene that greeted me when I turned the bend at the end of my almost four hour drive to arrive at Lake Lure, North Carolina, USA. Love those clouds ! ! Just across the street is the 1927 Lake Lure Inn where a part of the movie 'Dirty Dancing' was filmed in 1987.
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Explored Highest position: 374 on Friday, October 2, 2020. Thanks for your views, comments and FAVs.
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Most spoons are used to eat food from the plate. But this kind of #Spoon lures are used to bring food to the plate.
Strobist info:
Triggers: Cactus V6IIS
Flashes: Cactus RF60X, RF-60 and SONY HVL-F60M
Modifiers: 1/2 CTO diffuser dome, 1/2 CTB diffuser dome and white diffureser dome.
One flash right side, behind. One flash left side, ground level. One flash left side, infront.
Beautiful area and beach.
Lake Lure was a primary filming location for the movie "Dirty Dancing", and hosts an annual festival event honoring the movie
I think this bird was a Merlin. The bird was moving very fast so I was very lucky to catch the moment before the bird got the lure in its beak.
Played around with this a bit. Just enough to find out those dang hooks hurt!
Take Aim Fishy challenge
La chapelle Notre Dame de Lure
Suite à notre formidable rencontre des carnets de voyages organisée par la bienveillante et dynamique association Bleu en Lure les 11 et 12 mai 2019 à Saint Etienne les Orgues
Here's a bit from Dan Fogelberg's song The Power Of Gold.
"The story is told of
the power of gold and
its lure on the unsuspecting.
It glitters and shines
It badgers and blinds
And constantly needs protecting.
Balance the cost of
the soul you lost with
the dreams you lightly sold
Are you under
The power of gold?"
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. A 'Fun for Friday' shot. I just loved the intense concentration of the dog being encouraged to walk nicely with a slice of chicken. Wishing you all a wonderful weekend ahead with many great images to be captured!
I noticed this 'hawker' swinging his lure on the top of a hill (Uphill, Weston-s-Mare) and knew a bird would appear.
Exerpt from pixoftoronto.com:
On Bathurst street just south of Dundas on the East side is Alexandra Park. And on the Southwest corner of the park there is an arresting mural with full dramatic scenes and characters. This mural was done in 2014 by Elicser and Other [Troy Lovegates] by city commission. Walking South on Bathurst or through the park it is hard to ignore the lure of this mural.
The mural captures your attention for its sheer size [covering the brick wall of a 3 story building], its almost gaudy colors but most of all for the various objects and characters found in it. Having been to the Mexican muralists works at Dartmouth College by Jose Orozco and Detroit Institute of Art by Diego Rivera one can find similar strong story-telling elements in the Alexandra Park mural.
What captures this viewer’s attention is the personality of the characters illustrated by color glow, juxtaposition, gazing angles and intimation of attachments. A favorite adornment is the speech bubble of at least 2 dozen object and stories.
The calendar close of a year has always been a plumb line in my life since my teenage years. I have used the transition time to set goals for the coming of the new year. I still do this but my goals have changed and I also find the closing down of a year to remember the past decades and events and places that gave shape to my life.
For many of us who are on the downside of the teeter-totter of life, there are scenes, smells or activities that plunge us back into the earlier days of our lives. Normally, our memories sift out the negatives of our youthful years leaving only pleasant and nostalgic thoughts about those times that in retrospect seem pretty simple in comparison to our chaotic world now.
Few scenes grab me more than the sight of an old farmhouse that must look pretty primitive to young folks now. They may wonder who were the unlucky people that grew up in that old place.
The first object that grabbed my attention in this photo was the elevated green fuel oil barrel now leaning against the house much like an elderly widow leans against a shopping cart for stability. We had one similar to this that provided moments of chaos and worry in the winter time in our home.
There were times when we would wake up on cold sub-zero mornings with frost on the windows and no warmth coming up the stairs from our oil burner on the main floor. It had gotten so cold the fuel oil had started to crystalize. Mom’s frantic alert to dad prompted him to bundle up as she heated water on the wood-burning stove. Soon he was out pouring hot water on the copper piping leading into the house. Sometimes this method worked the first time, many times it did not and required at least one more baptism before the fuel oil began to flow to the stove again.
After our tribe scattered from home to make their own fortunes and mistakes in life, there was still a siren song that beckoned us home several times a year. Family gatherings became a lifeline to each other, helping us to keep up with the birth of children and other developments.
But other stages in life became more apparent as the years passed. I remember thinking how small our farmhouse seemed compared to what I thought when I was growing up. Dad’s ability to keep up with repairs and painting had also slowed down as had mom and dad themselves.
There was a growing awareness in us kids that a switch had happened. We were no longer under the umbrella of mom and dad’s protection but now we were in turn holding that umbrella as their steps grew less certain and their mental acuity waned.
Though the circumstances were changed forever, there was still an attraction to the home we scampered around in as kids as it was the birthplace and development center of the foundation of our lives.
(Photographed near Braham, MN)