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Day 181/366 of Project 365 (Monday, June 29 - 50th consecutive daily photo): Mature beech-maple forest at Warren Woods State Park (south tract), Three Oaks Township, Berrien County, Michigan.
This one struck me as a mature bird for some reason. Anyway I like this shot as this was as close as it got.
She could deal with constantly forgetting her shopping list, and she'd made a habit of writing down where she'd parked her car, each and every time. But in her mid-60s, Joan's memory problems started costing her independence.
"She wanted to think she was just getting older, but her fear is that it is Alzheimer's."
Annoying senior moments are the result of a decline in brain activity that shows up in your 50s and affects most people older than age 65.
Forgetting people's names, where you left your keys, or what you were doing a moment ago are normal. But forgetting the name of a family member or what those keys are used for is a sign of more serious problems.
Lifelong learning: Acquiring a new skill, whether it's dancing, sudoku or skydiving, helps sharpen your ability to pay attention. The effects extend beyond the task at hand: Solving a puzzle can improve your ability to concentrate while driving.
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Candid street shot, Wellington, Somerset, UK.
Explored 24-07-2018.
A l'intérieur du Prieuré Saint-Pierre-et-Saint-Paul de Souvigny (Allier, 03), et devant les fresques représentant Saint Mayeul et Saint Odilon, deux illustres abbés de Cluny.
La construction de l'église prieurale, sur le site de l'ancien monastère du Xème siècle, a débuté dès le XIème siècle avec des travaux jusqu'au XVème !
Cette église fait partie d'une abbaye devenue un lieu de pèlerinage où même le roi de France Hugues Capet se rend en 994 après la mort de Mayeul. Wikipedia
Floribunda rose ("Grand Prize") growing in my garden. San Diego, California. It is described as lightly spice-scented blooms of a creamy primrose with hints of pink that mature to pure white
Had to have a comparison shot with Vanessa, the inspiration. As much as I love this Vanessa, Kesenia holds her ground quite well. She's the fresh and young foil to Vanessa's mature fashionista.
The ongoing photo story;
The majority of capelin are three or four years old when they spawn.[2] The males migrate directly to the shallow water of fjords, where spawning will take place, while the females remain in deeper water until they are completely mature. Once the females are mature, they migrate to the spawning grounds and spawn.[5] This process usually takes place at night.[2] In the North European Atlantic spawning typically occurs over sand or gravel at depths of 2 to 100 m (7–328 ft),[6] but in the North Pacific and waters off Newfoundland most spawn on beaches, jumping as far up land as possible, with some managing to strand themselves in the process.[4][7] Although some other fish species leave their eggs in locations that dry out (a few, such as plainfin midshipman, may even remain on land with the eggs during low tide) or on plants above the water (splash tetras), jumping onto land en masse to spawn is unique to the capelin, grunions, and grass puffer.[8][9] After the female capelins have spawned, they immediately leave the spawning grounds and can spawn again in the following years if they survive. The males do not leave the spawning grounds and potentially spawn more than once throughout the season.[5] Male capelin are considered
to be semelparous because they die soon after the spawning season is over.[2 ][Wikapedia}
I have not been able to determine what happens to the masses of eggs on the beach. presumably they get taken out to sea at various stages depending on the tides
NOTE
The eggs are buried in the sand. They will hatch there in about four weeks and the larvae will wash out to sea.
Capelin tend to go in for the ménage-a-trois, with two males flopping about with each female. A hugely important forage fish feeding many predators, the population is prone to large fluctuations that are poorly understood. Thanks to To Hamel
Let's rock - enjoy black biker jacket, white shirt, black shiny leggings combined with black-white highheels
Awena 💋💋
Poem.
The hilly hinterland
of the Moray Firth
is a gentler, softer world than
the grandeur and ruggedness of
the North-West Highlands.
Glacial, Ice-Age, till has made
for a fertile hundred-mile crescent.
Wheat, Barley and Oats
grow in profusion.
Grass, too.
So, plenty of pasture for cows and sheep.
Strath Nairn harbours the River Nairn,
a water-supply that takes habitation
back 4,000-5,000 years ago at Clava Cairns-
stone-built Burial Chambers.
Farms, lodges, villages and isolated dwellings are numerous
between swathes of mature deciduous woodland
and Forestry Commission plantations of Spruce and Pine.
Here, in late Autumn, the low sun’s rays
catch the broad-leaved metamorphosis,
and glows like the embers of a homely fire in a hearth.
Castles and rivers,
waterfalls and gorges,
hills and valleys,
viaducts and bridges,
fields and Whisky distilleries
are but a few of the convivial offerings.
Love her slightly rough soles and this white callous around her
heels which means that she didn't wash her feet for quite a long time. Nothing better than bury your nose there and taking
a deep long inhale of this intoxicating scent. Her long toenails
are so sexy.! hope getting a special treat from her this weekend...