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O trilho PR1 VRM – Costa dos Castanheiros, na Serra da Cabreira em Vieira do Minho, revela o esplendor do outono através da folhagem dourada e alaranjada dos castanheiros, espécie emblemática da região. Este percurso pedestre serpenteia por entre bosques mistos, onde os castanheiros centenários, com a sua folhagem caducifólia, criam um contraste visual marcante com o verde persistente das coníferas e o musgo que cobre os troncos. A mudança sazonal da vegetação reflete a adaptação das espécies ao clima atlântico, evidenciando a biodiversidade da serra e o processo natural de senescência foliar, onde a degradação da clorofila revela os pigmentos amarelos e laranjas. O castanheiro, outrora fundamental na alimentação das populações serranas, continua a ser um elemento central da paisagem, testemunhando o equilíbrio entre a natureza e a história na Serra da Cabreira, uma área de elevado valor ecológico e paisagístico.
The PR1 VRM – Costa dos Castanheiros trail, in the Serra da Cabreira in Vieira do Minho, reveals the splendor of autumn through the golden and orange foliage of the chestnut trees, an emblematic species of the region. This walking trail winds through mixed forests, where centuries-old chestnut trees, with their deciduous foliage, create a striking visual contrast with the persistent green of the conifers and the moss that covers the trunks. The seasonal change in vegetation reflects the adaptation of species to the Atlantic climate, highlighting the biodiversity of the mountains and the natural process of leaf senescence, where the degradation of chlorophyll reveals yellow and orange pigments. The chestnut tree, once fundamental to the diet of the mountain populations, remains a central element of the landscape, bearing witness to the balance between nature and history in the Serra da Cabreira, an area of high ecological and landscape value.
I love the lighting on this. I have been eying these moss covered roots up at campus for months. I think i got them at a good time of year.
sunshine coast, bc, canada
1971
nicole
chatterbox falls
princess louisa inlet
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
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This cemetery was used from 1870-1937. Because the headstones and pickets were made of wood, they are disappearing. It is amazing to see this place.
Sleeping Giant Provincial Park
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"If it weren't for the rocks in its bed, the stream would have no song."
(Carl Perkins)
This was photographed in White Branch Creek up on Stone Mountain here in Rose Hill, Va.
sunshine coast, bc, canada
1971
nicole
chatterbox falls
princess louisa inlet
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
Photo take on January 17, 2011. Captured by Nikon D300. Aperture Priority. 1/500 sec @ f/2.8. ISO 200. Sandisk Extreme IV. Mrs Echo9er was given this birdhouse as a gift quite a few years ago. It has seen it's share of weather during the time we have set it up. We have Barn Swallows every year. Minor WB adjustments and other adjustments in LR3.
Giant trees and a mossy forest floor in the Hoh Rain Forest, along the Hall of Mosses Trail, Olympic National Park, Washington State, USA.
Moss covering a drystone wall in Eggerslack Wood, Grange-Over-Sands, seen in the first light of the day.
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This would be the 3 and possibly final installment of the trilogy…..If you are interested in reading the storyline complete you may find it enlightening to visit Acts 1 and 2 (respectively) before proceeding any further.
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Act 3(?)
After the Harvest
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The inspector arrives in his rather jaunty sports auto. He emerges with his Detective Sargent, approaching a waiting constable.
The constable’s partner, Archie, is inside with the police matron.
What do we have Constable? The inspector asks quizzically.
Apparently we have a husband and wife teem who own and drive a private rental trolley, that then decides to waylay and rob the entire wedding party they were hired to ferry about.
Way out here, in the middle of nowhere, Constable?
Appears they were going to the Brides summer home to be photographed. The trolley turned down the path to this old deserted manor where they were told there was engine trouble.
And they were robbed, by the driver and his wife you say Constable?
Them, and two others waiting.
4 robbers then,
Who called it in Constable?
Received an anonymous tip
And just what were they robbed of, Constable? The inspector asked, almost wearily.
Stripped of everything down to their bloody knickers, the lot of them. Then handcuffed and left.
Language Mate, the inspector chided his constable, looking at his Sargent, taking this all down?
Detective Sargent nods
Now, he said turning back to the Constable, Just why do you suppose they stripped them of their clothes.
The gowns were worth L3000 pounds each, real emeralds, the brides was worth double that, with real diamonds
So they were robbed for their expensive clothes, then eh Sargent, the inspector leered.
No Sir that was not all the lot were after.
The Bride was wearing diamond jewelry worth L100,000 pounds easy, the rest of the girls were wearing matching emeralds sets that the bride paid L32,000 pounds each.
Each, The inspector arched an eyebrow.
Each of the Bridesmaids, inspector, answered the ridden constable.
That’s a great amount of information constable. Just how did you acquire it.
The bride sir, she won’t stop squawking on about it. answered the Constable
Careful how you talk about your betters, constable, the inspector winked at him.
I’m sure the young lady in question has every right to squawk.
So let me get this straight constable, a bridal party was Shanghaied and robbed of their possessions by their trolley driver, his wife and two other associates. Then someone cordially calls the station to let us in on the joke?
Right sir, no joke though
Then why did they leave their trolley here, for evidence against them?
Asked the Inspector, before turning to his Detective Sargent.
Sergeant. send a man down to the drivers abode, the information should be acquired from the registration from the plates they so handily left.
The Constable cleared his throat, actually my partner Archie already called it in Sir.
The inspector raised an eyebrow, Glad to see someone is on the ball.
The police radio crackles, the constable goes to answer it.
He comes back, standing smartly at attention.
Just received a call, they found the husband and wife tied up in their basement.
Apparently two men posing as a postal worker and driver held them up.
The ones who robbed the bride and her party? Constable?
No sir, apparently the two who brought them here were imposters.
The real uns were held them up at gunpoint, made to strip to their underthings and tied up.
Then Two others, man and woman, took the Trolly to the Manor to “pick up” the Bride and her Bridesmaids.
Has a statement been taken? Yes sir, but there is not much.
Thieves were disguised as postal workers. House was ransacked, safe looted, wife jewel case cleaned out, the usual.
After burgling their manor, the occupants were stripped to their skivvies, trussed up and locked in their basement cannery.
Then a call came in on their telephone, the thieves answered it. After they hung up, the husband heard their phone used to call us, and heard the two thieves leave..
Was anything said by the thieves?
They only overheard the one thing, something one of the postage men said.
Thief posing as one, right constable, don’t want to give anyone a bad rep
Yes sir,
it appears that when the thief - wearing the postman’s costume- answered the phone, he repeated a phrase.
And what would that phrase have been, constable?
Mustard Seed,
Mustard seed? Eh.
Sergeant, the inspector turned to his detective sergeant. That begs the question, why Mustard seed?
The Detective Sergeant mulled it over for a minute. Then offered:
Seed, could be seed money, mustards grow from a small seed into something quite large. This robbery was seed money for something bigger, possibly, sir?
Not bad Sargent, will make an inspector of you yet.
The inspector turns back to the constable, who has had just about enough of his superiors questions.
He is relieved to now hear what the inspector has to say.
Constable, stand pat here while my sergeant and I have a chat with our victims inside,
The inspector turned to his Detective Sergeant :
Let’s get this lot sorted out, and then will we’ll head over and see about the driver and his wife…
The two made their way up towards the decaying deserted manor house.
The Constable, watching them disappear inside, mutters under his breath.
That is an awfully big haul just for seed money. I would be happy with what that lot will get for what they stole. I bet the old man is off target on this one. Thieves probably will be out of the country with the loot and have it pawned in the states by the time he gets done with his questions.
The constable was closer to the truth than he realized…..
Originally the gang planning the heist had meant to carry out the caper then head off to parts unknown with the loot and lay low. During planning the stages of the heist, one of their members infiltrated the group to garner information. Remarks were interestingly overheard by chatting bridesmaids about a lavish affair being staged a fortnight away (only one week after the rehearsal dinner).
From the “seed” planted by that helpful bit of overheard gossip, grew the new job the group was now going to carry out very shortly .
Mustard seed become its code name.
End of Act 3
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In addendum
Now we break away from the crime scene to visit an occurrence that took place some two hours prior to the phone call that alerted the police to the unfortunate incident related above.
The scene: Inside a C. Hoare & Co branch, in a posh end of London..
Two ladies, both, opulently dressed in satins and jewels, their thick fur coats have been carefully hung by a smartly dressed lady porter, nearby, had been seated and served. The pair are now alone in a richly furnished private room of the bank. Wine at hand, they are merrily going through a collection of jewelry glistening from an open safe deposit strongbox brought up from the depths of the banks’ vault.
The fashionable, long haired daughter is half-heartedly trying on one of several jewel encrusted Tiaras…… Her stylish, bobbed haired mother is admiring the sparkle of a diamond waterfall style necklace; the pricy jewels’ matching mates, (earrings and bracelets and brooch) are laid out next to her.
The daughter suddenly lest out a squeal of delight as she spy’s a small sparkling ruby and emerald encrusted diamond cocktail ring , which she grabs and slips on her pinky. She admires the raw, rainbow like fireworks as she moves it under the lights.
Mum, can I? it will go ever so nicely with the gown I’m wearing to Polly’s Soiree.
Hey, that was my Great Aunts , her Mother yelps grasping at the ring. Almost looking like Defoe’s Sunday dressed Moll Flanders snatching at the colourful trinket worn by a young miss, awed by the passing parade of royals.
Unlike that distracted young miss, however, the daughter was able to hold the ring high from the reach of Her mother’s fingertips, giggling as she did so.
Now Millicent, her mother lectured, You know we don’t approve of young Lady Pollyanna’s fancy boy, Raul. He would probably manage a way to slip the ring from off your finger.
Oh, MaMa, , answered Millicent, I’ll be ever so careful, and please don’t you harp on poor Raul. He really is quite a dear, and the pearls were simply lost, nothing more. Let me wear the ring, and I’ll wear whatever jewelry you pick out for me the weekend, Sagely bargained Millicent.
Promise? Her mother asks, relenting in to her daughter’s wishes. It’s just that we don’t you making publicity over getting robbed just before your occasion.
Mum, Millicent says soothingly, nothing will happen to me before my Debs Ball, or occasion as you will call it. She bent over and kissed her mother on the forehead, before going back to her admiration of the pretty ring.
But innocently enough, pretty Millicent has no idea of the prophetic canniness her naively made promise to her mother would soon foretell.
To be continued….
To be continued….
Please see:
Album entitled “Tallie”
For the main story of what the mustard seed turned out to grow into…..
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The narration above is from a play with its roots Derived from a story based on fact.
Do to the rather extensive connections of the Families involved: an official report was never released to the public.
The case was finally Closed without being resolved to the victims,
Apparently the job was perfectly planned and executed by professionals , probably with inside information from never discovered sources.
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This forest rose up the side of a steep hill at the start of the trail. Some creature above us made some really strange calls, we couldn't figure out if it was an animal or bird that we were hearing.
sunshine coast, bc, canada
1971
nicole
chatterbox falls
princess louisa inlet
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
The trees are probably Pacific Madrones. This picture was taken in Olympic National Park, WA, but not in an official rainforest.
For a view of Pacific Madrone bark, not covered by mosses, see here.
Better at larger sizes.
sunshine coast, bc, canada
1971
nicole
chatterbox falls
princess louisa inlet
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
Photos taken during an extended weekend in fall from Copenhagen to Jutland in order to see the Black Sun phenomena and the Wadden Sea which is an incredible UNESCO World Heritage Site. Don't miss the backstory on virtualwayfarer.com.
sunshine coast, bc, canada
1971
nicole
chatterbox falls
princess louisa inlet
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
Proxy Falls is a popular waterfall to visit and photograph in Central Oregon. This photo is of the slightly lesser known Upper Proxy Falls, which is near to the main falls but along a different trail.
The day that the photo was taken was beautiful, bright, and clear, which made it difficult to capture both the streaked water of the falls and the vibrant colors of the surrounding foliage. I also had to actually stand in the stream-bed while taking the picture which also add to the challenge.
Everything worked out though and I'm pleased with how the photo turned out.
NOTES:
My other posted pictures of Proxy Falls can be found here:
Upper Proxy Falls - Hidden Waterfall
My other posted Waterfall pictures can be found here: Album - Waterfalls
Moss and lichen covered branches reach out like arms from an old sycamore tree in Hay Wood. Near Froggatt Edge. Dark Peak. Peak District National Park. Derbyshire, England, UK
UK Cornwall - Near Stithians.
A narrow lane lined with moss covered green trees reflected in a puddle.
sunshine coast, bc, canada
1971
nicole
chatterbox falls
princess louisa inlet
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
One of the mossy banked Streams that runs through Bridal Falls Park, Bridal Falls, British Columbia, Canada
Photograph taken at 11:04am on Monday 9th September 2013 just beside Inversnaid Pier and Hotel on Loch Lomond, looking over towards Inveruglas with the Sloy Hydroelectric Power Station (the UK's largest) that can be seen on the distant mountains.
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Nikon D800 14mm 1/125s f/14.0 iso200 RAW (14Bit) Handheld
Nikkor AF-S 14-24mm f/2.8G ED IF. Nikon MB-D12 battery grip. Sandisc 32GB Ultra Class 10 30MB/s SDHC. Nikon DK-17a magnifying eyepiece. Hoodman HGEC soft eye[iece cup. Nikon GP-1 GPS unit.
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LATITUDE: N 56d 14m 37.34s
LONGITUDE: W 4d 41m 7.51s
ALTITUDE: 25.0m
RAW (TIFF) FILE: 103.00MB
PROCESSED FILE: 16.54MB
Upon arrival in Iceland we were met by news that the winter's first storm was scheduled to sweep across Iceland over the following week. With it, came 14m/s+ winds, dust storms, and harsh conditions. But, it also made for beautiful photography, fresh dustings of snow, and a proper taste of Iceland's harsh but magnificent weather.
These photos were taken over a 7 day, 2,000km road trip along the South East and Eastern Fjords.
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While traveling through the Gifford Pinchot National Forest I kept hearing an extremely loud bird call. Eventually, I tracked the call down to this tiny hyperactive little Pacific Wren that was calling out while bouncing all over a mossy stump.
NOTE: Formerly grouped with the Winter Wren, the Pacific Wren is now considered its own species.
[Troglodytes Pacificus]
NOTES:
My other posted Bird pictures can be found here: Album - Birds
My other posted Animal pictures can be found here: Album - Animals +