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Their natural habitat is in the mountains of South Western Aftrica where they live in groups of 7-12 animals. They built up families which stay together lifelong. The zebras recognize each other by their fur markings and olfaction.Their neighing is similar to that of horses. . This species in endangered.
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Taken in TP Hellabrunn/Munich Zoo
Canon EOS 450D EF70-300mm f/4-5.6L IS USM
f/5.6
1/640
300 mm
ISO 400
Dedicated to C.F. (ILYWAMHASAM)
A shot from my archives. I turned up at this point to get a sunset shot and was joined by three swans at one point.
Pentax K-x
smc PENTAX-DA L 18-55mm F3.5-5.6 AL
Aperture ƒ/11.0
Focal length 26.2 mm
Shutter 1/125
ISO 100
Horses in the movies only have bit parts.
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A horse is a very stable animal.
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There were three horses on a ship including a sick bay.
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After the horse ate all of his hay he had a baleful look about him.
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One horse said to another: your pace is familiar but I don't remember the mane.
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If you hear it from the horse's mouth you're listening to a neigh sayer.
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Two show stallions are arguing over who should take best of breed.
The first says,
"I'll grant you are the closest I have ever seen to my equal, but my legs are just a bit straighter than yours, and, you know, the legs are of prime importance: no foot, no horse!"
The second horse says,
"I'll allow your legs are just a bit better than mine, but mine are the legs I was born with and I know for a fact you had thousands of dollars of corrective work. Your foals will inherit your natural legs, and will need work when they are older!"
The first horse mulls this for a moment, then says, "You're right. I stand corrected..."
Now I really do like this dress its so nice to have some bright calming colours in an outfit.
The dress does have a slight problem though and that is its just a tad to short for sitting down in.
Trying to remain ladylike when the hem is just below ones rear end when sitting is neigh on impossible and the crossing of legs become a no no.
Me thinks I should wear it more often so as I can master the skill required to wear such a number.
Any excuse lol
I only have to diligently look around for some of the most freshest and thin sliced deli meat, especially in this case being what is paper and wafer thin sliced smoked turkey breast. This is the kitty cat equivalent for a human being eating his or her meat and steak and potatoes and a refreshing cool drink each and every day. Delicious and tiny square sliced peices of lunch meat and a full belly make for one happy and over loved cat.
Storm clouds at sunset gathering over Neigh Bridge Lake.
Pentax K-3
Tamron 17-50mm
Aperture ƒ/18.0
Focal length 34.4 mm
Shutter 1.6 secs
ISO 100
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Previously posted, but it's my favourite photo portraying the tenderness of horses. I absolutely love these beautiful creatures. ❤️
On a recent walk along a side road near home, these horses hurried to the fence to greet me. At least, that is what I would expect from neigh-borly horses! But honesty forces me to also consider the possibility that they were really looking for a handout. Anyway, I appreciated the attention. ️♀️
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Equestrian Lincoln (Lincoln the Itinerant Lawyer) standing in front of Bray Hall on the campus of the SUNY College of Environmental Science and Forestry in Syracuse.
Aonther visit to Neigh Bridge Lake to capture a September sunset.
Exposure 0.125 sec (1/8)
Aperture f/20.0
Focal Length 35 mm
ISO Speed 80
Exposure Bias -1 EV
A shot from tonight's sunset over Neigh Bridge Lake. Not as dramatic as I was hoping for, but every sunset is different.
A ND8 natural grad filter was used on this shot to try and bring out the cloud structure.
Aperture ƒ/20.0
Focal length 17.0 mm
Shutter 1
ISO 100
I havn't done any night photography in ages due to having to focus on my Exhibition work for CUBE.
I'd had this shot in the pipeline for quite a while as i had a new bathroom fitted and saved my old toilet for this shot =]
The moon and clouds were too delicious tonight to not do anything so i chose to get out and shoot this in my back garden =]
Inspired by Chris Benbow's Characters!
Explored! Highest position 116 so far =]
These colts are almost a month old now. They are part of the wild horses behind my house. When they wake, they will be frisky and play.
"There on the tips of fair fresh flowers feedeth he; How joyous is his neigh, there in the midst of sacred pollen hidden all hidden he; how joyous is his neigh."
– Navajo Song
Ivan being Ivan. Not exactly the end result I intended when I set out to do a shoot with the horses but I can't deny Mr. Personality his close-up
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March 9, 2020. 6:45AM. Homestead airport, Florida.
“I’m afraid, the news is not so great.”, Kevin Spiegel, our pilot, announced while scanning radar maps on his iPad. “Winds are strong; in excess of 30 knots. That will be a rough ride. And there is a thunderstorm in the east, which could get tricky. ”
Waking up early on the first day of 2020 day light savings, we sleepily drove down to Kevin’s charter and flight school tucked away at the very end of the little airport. This was our last morning in the Miami area. After three days of waiting for some decent weather, we were hoping against hope for a calm window this morning to fly over Florida Keys for some aerial adventure and photography. But the Atlantic sky was in its typical March mood: grumpy, and utterly uninviting.
After much deliberation and radar data mining, Kevin found a safe corridor to get us up in the air, albeit in very windy conditions. I asked Rishabh if he was going to be okay with a bumpy ride and my adventurous son agreed. We signed disclaimers and other paperwork and approached the airfield, where among several single engine aircrafts, our C172 Cessna Skyhawk stood with the somber silence of a beast contemplating nothingness. In the unlikely event of an engine stall –a voluble ground staff kindly assured us– this particular Cessna model had the design to glide down to safety… unless of course we were over the ocean. Good to know, because 80% of our hour-long charted flight path was over the ocean.
Around 7:30am, a few minutes before the sunrise, Kevin started the engine. It sounded tame, but crispy. “Everything strapped?, Kevin’s voice crackled through my radio earphones. He was referring to two cameras on my lap. “Yep.” We taxied to the end of the runway, where the orange windsock was turgid and almost horizontal. “The take-off will be easy, we will use the wind”, Kevin said and pushed the throttle ahead. All 160 wild horses of the single-piston engine gurgled and neighed. The little Cessna ran towards the 30-knot eastern wind like a possessed spirit, and after a discernable bounce, leaped into the air. Soon, we rounded to the south and gained altitude over the flat and dry Everglades National Park. Within a few minutes, dark nefarious contours of the morning storm came into view out east. The cloud formation was punctuated occasionally in the distance by tender beams of the early sun that penetrated the gloom like eternal hope. And hope, I hope you agree, needs to be celebrated and photographed.
This particular Cessna had an openable window on the pilot’s door. Knowing my intentions, Kevin had taken the co-pilot’s chair and seated me on the pilot’s spot next to this window. Readying my camera, I carefully twisted the window latch. To my utter dismay and mild horror, the window swung open with a mighty force and 100-125 miles/hour air gust hit my face with an untamed ferocity. The feeling of such strong salty gale on human skin is quite hard to describe… it was as if I was bulldozed by a coarse fabric pillow that made breathing extremely laborious. Add to that the constant vertical yo-yoing of the aircraft across 20-30 feet as if it was hopping over a large trampoline; in low light conditions, this was by far the most challenging shooting circumstances for me. Sitting in the rear, Rishabh felt nauseous, but held it together. We enjoyed our stomach-churning ride along with elevated views of the Keys before returning safely to the little airport. In hindsight, it was all airworthy as our last adventure before COVID-related pause in living life to the lees.
PS: The title is adopted from Sylvia Plath’s ‘Heavy Woman’.
A glorious sunset as another summer's day ends.
Aperture ƒ/20.0
Focal length 28.1 mm
Shutter 0.5 secs
ISO 100
The Accademia Degli Incogniti - The Mist by Daniel Arrhakis (2024)
Achlys /ˈæklɪs/ (Ancient Greek: Ἀχλύς "mist"), in the Hesiodic Shield of Heracles, is one of the figures depicted on Heracles' shield, perhaps representing the personification of sorrow. In Homer, achlys is the mist which fogs or blinds mortal eyes (often in death).
In Norse mythology, one of the Nine Worlds was called “Niflheim” which can be translated as “Mist-Home”. It was a frozen and ancient place, one of the two primordial realms of cold and heat from which the steam of creation began.
Mist is often used to symbolize uncertainty and confusion, like a Veil that blurs, and distorts, our vision and Perception it prevents us from "seeing" clearly.
It is the "Gray Zone" between reality and unreality, the domain of doubt ... It serves as a gentle reminder to look for the light of truth and embrace it.
A kind of mist or fog is also often seen when practicing divination through scrying in a mirror or crystal, many psychics report seeing a swirling mist or fog which lifts to reveal the desired vision.
In the context of Genesis 2:6, the mist can be seen as a representation of God's providence and care for His creation. Just as the mist nourishes and sustains the earth, God's love and guidance nurture and sustain all living beings.
In the spiritual realm, mist represents a connection to the divine nature of things, symbolizing a thin veil between the physical and spiritual realms.
It can also represent transitional states, indicating that you are moving from one phase of your life to another, or are in the process of transformation.
The Mystic Symbolism Of Mist In The Ion Mystical World
In the Ion Mystical World the symbolism is deeper and more complex, if on the one hand it symbolizes uncertainty and confusion, like a Veil that blurs, and distorts, our vision and Perception. On the other hand, it is a kind of portal where space and time can coexist in a given place.
Often in certain places where great and dramatic events occurred, spiritual memories remain that vibrate like strings repeatedly and indefinitely; as if the planes of reality intersected with the lines of events on different temporal planes.
The fog with its small water droplets functions as a prism that refracts these lines of events, becoming fleetingly and temporarily visible in the form of passing visions that are nothing more than reminiscences of the past.
But if we can momentarily have fragments of these past events, in certain cases we can also have fragments of future events that have not yet happened.
And these events can also reach us through just sounds that we often identify as voices, footsteps or even the trotting or neighing of a horse.
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O Simbolismo Místico das brumas (Neblinas) no Mundo Místico De Ion
No Mundo místico de Ion o symbolism é mais profundo e complexo, se por um lado simboliza incerteza e confusão, como um véu que confunde e distorce nossa visão e perceção. Por outro lado, é uma espécie de portal onde o espaço e o tempo podem coexistir num dado lugar.
Muitas vezes em certos locais onde ocorreram grandes e dramáticos acontecimentos ficam memórias espirituais que vibram como cordas repetidamente e indefinidamente; como se os planos da realidade se cruzassem com as linhas dos acontecimentos em planos temporais diferentes.
A névoa com as suas minúsculas gotículas de água funciona como um prisma que refrata essas linhas de acontecimentos, tornando-se fugazmente e temporariamente visíveis sobre a forma de visões passageiras que mais não são que reminiscências do passado.
Mas se podemos ter momentaneamente fragmentos desses acontecimentos passados, em certos casos também poderemos ter fragmentos de eventos futuros que ainda não aconteceram.
E esses acontecimentos podem igualmente chegar-nos por intermedio de apenas sons que muitas vezes identificamos como vozes, passos ou até o trotear ou relinchar de um cavalo.
A sunset shot from Neigh Bridge lake, shot using the Sigma 18-250mm travel zoom.
Aperture ƒ/20.0
Focal length 37.0 mm
Shutter 0.6 secs
ISO 100
My first visit to the lake this year to capture a sunset shot. Unfortunately it didn't quiet go according to plan. Just a couple of swans for company and very little sunshine.
Pentax K-3
Tamron 17-50mm
Aperture ƒ/13.0
Focal length 17.0 mm
Shutter 1/10
ISO 800
Day 39/365
Sometimes the horses are very friendly! It was so sweet, we originally went out to do some portraits, (Processed in Lightroom 4 with Whipped Cream Lightroom Preset / Queen Pack) but I saw Sahara (left) in the distance and called her, so she turned around, trotted over and neighed (so sweet!) which caught the others attention, and so they came over too...!
Mr. Peanut brought a guest today, much bigger than he, more than likely his mother or perhaps his girlfriend, but he is very small for a girlfriend.......
History:
These days, it's fair to say that squirrel fever has died down a bit since being imported to the US. We're guessing they won't make it into the newspaper again, but they're still a nice reminder of the natural world. And maybe next time you see a squirrel, you'll take a moment to watch its adventures — after all, that's what it's there for.