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The adult humpback whale is generally 14–15 m (46–49 ft) long, though individuals up to 16–17 m (52–56 ft) long have been recorded. Females are usually 1–1.5 m (3 ft 3 in – 4 ft 11 in) longer than males.
The species can reach body masses of 40 metric tons (44 short tons). Calves are born at around 4.3 m (14 ft) long with a mass of 680 kg (1,500 lb)] The species has a bulky body with a thin rostrum and proportionally long flippers, each around one-third of its body length.[14][15] It has a short dorsal fin that varies from nearly nonexistent to somewhat long and curved.
Like other rorquals, the humpback has grooves between the tip of the lower jaw and the navel. The grooves are relatively few in number in this species, ranging from 14 to 35. The upper jaw is lined with baleen plates, which number 540–800 in total and are black in color.
The dorsal or upper side of the animal is generally black; the ventral or underside has various levels of black and white coloration. Whales in the southern hemisphere tend to have more white pigmentation. The flippers can vary from all-white to white only on the undersurface. Some individuals may be all white, notably Migaloo who is a true albino. The varying color patterns and scars on the tail flukes distinguish individual animals.[
The end of the genital slit of the female is marked by a round feature, known as the hemispherical lobe, which visually distinguishes males and females.
Unique among large whales, humpbacks have bumps or tubercles on the head and front edge of the flippers; the tail fluke has a jagged trailing edge. The tubercles on the head are 5–10 cm (2.0–3.9 in) thick at the base and protrude up to 6.5 cm (2.6 in).
They are mostly hollow in the center, often containing at least one fragile hair that erupts 1–3 cm (0.39–1.18 in) from the skin and is 0.1 mm (0.0039 in) thick. The tubercles develop early in gestation and may have a sensory function, as they are rich in nerves. Sensory nerve cells in the skin are adapted to withstand the high water pressure of diving.
In one study, a humpback whale brain measured 22.4 cm (8.8 in) long and 18 cm (7.1 in) wide at the tips of the temporal lobes, and weighed around 4.6 kg (10 lb). The humpback's brain has a complexity similar to that of the brains of smaller whales and dolphins.
The structure of the eye indicates that eyesight is relatively poor, being only able to see silhouettes over long distances and finer details relatively close. Computer models of the middle ear suggest that the humpback can hear at frequencies between 15 Hz and 3 kHz "when stimulated at the tympanic membrane", and between 200 Hz and 9 kHz "if stimulated at the thinner region of the tympanic bone adjacent to the tympanic membrane". These ranges are consistent with their vocalization ranges.
As in all cetaceans, the respiratory tract of the humpback whale is connected to the blowholes and not to the mouth, although the species appears to be able to unlock the epiglottis and larynx and move them towards the oral cavity, allowing humpbacks to blow bubbles from their mouths. The vocal folds of the humpback are more horizontally positioned than those of land mammals which allows them to produce underwater calls. These calls are amplified by a laryngeal sac.
This image was taken in Reykjavik, Iceland
Ever since I had my thyroid gland removed in 2016, my eyebrows are virtually nonexistent. My brows are sparse and light, so I have to use an eyebrow pencil to draw them in. I have tried powders, pastes, and a variety of pencils. Thankfully, this L'Oreal pencil seems to do a pretty good job as long as the tip is sharpened. This is the last thing I do with my makeup routine to be ready for the day.
Some photos of the desert around Kanab, Utah. I really enjoy exploring around Kanab with all of the sandstone outcrops and canyons everywhere. However, it can be a bit treacherous because almost all of the roads are on loose sand so traction is almost nonexistent. I’ve had to pull folks out and have come close to needing that service as well. So, if you go out here, come prepared. . I shot this with an Olympus 35 LC rangefinder which has a fixed 42mm f1.7 Zuiko lens. The film I developed in Rodinal @ 1:50
At the moment, I'm not sure exactly where this was other than it's somewhere east of Great Falls. For the first time ever, my camera misfiled this shot. Of course, normally they are saved to the memory card in the order taken, but this one was among shots taken weeks earlier. Buried elsewhere is an identifying shot of the location which for reasons too complicated to go into, I can't access right now.
In any case, it caught my eye as I began the long trek from Great Falls to Washington, DC. The town it sits in is almost nonexistent--a near ghost town (a boring one, alas).
This was my first time in western or central Montana having only briefly explored the far eastern section years ago.
Some photos of the desert around Kanab, Utah. I really enjoy exploring around Kanab with all of the sandstone outcrops and canyons everywhere. However, it can be a bit treacherous because almost all of the roads are on loose sand so traction is almost nonexistent. I’ve had to pull folks out and have come close to needing that service as well. So, if you go out here, come prepared. I shot this with an Olympus 35 LC rangefinder which has a fixed 42mm f1.7 Zuiko lens. The film I developed in Rodinal @ 1:50
The New Flickr Photo Page: Welcome to the Twilight Zone
Flickr’s new photo page has become a dark and dreary world: It has no light or life; It’s completely black. White space is nonexistent. We have gone from bad to worse, from light to darkness, from bright to dark, from cheerful to dreary. Flickr keeps insisting on eliminating white spaces from the website. Light, so essential to photography, is almost totally absent on the new photo page. It seems that the designers of these pages, ignoring the importance of white space and good design, have turned the photo page into nightmarish black hole that one even hesitates to enter. There is enough darkness in life and in the world to have Flickr turned the photo page into a twilight zone. All text is reverse now and difficult to read. Comments seem like an insignificant appendix on a side bar. There’s nothing under the photo. No up and down movement, only on the sidebar.
My biggest complaint is about the black with reverse text. This is not reader friendly at all. It may be great for designing websites with little text, but on Flickr there is a lot of commenting and reading going on all the time. This page design is probably the aborted child of a nonreader (the legions today allergic to books), because a reader would never design a page so anti reading and unpleasant to the eye as this one. Who wants to read and write on a black page with text in reverse? Now if you want to write more than one or two lines, who is going to stay on your page long enough to read it on a black sidebar on the right side of the photo page that minimizes the importance of comments? With the new page design we have one more reason not to comment and to spend even less time on Flickr.
Flickr seems to be autodestructing because they don’t listen to reason. Wisdom is in the counsel of many. They would not listen, even though a Flickr team member, Satish Mummareddy, said that they “have incorporated a lot of the feedback you have been sharing with us and we believe that Flickr’s experience is ready to be the default experience for everyone” . Well, I’m not sure that they really pay that much attention to what we have to say.
The buddy icon now is a port hole. We are all in the same dark and dreary ship, looking out, not through a large panoramic window, but through a tiny port hole. That port hole represents the whole experience on the new Flickr photo page. This new design is so claustrophobic and prison like that it serves to make us feel more isolated and distant from our contacts and the rest of Flickr, not closer and more in touch. Where is the improvement here? I want to know. Speed? Fine, we needed that, but not at the expense of functionality, user friendliness and a really appealing to the eye photo page.
Marissa Mayer said: “We want to make Flickr awesome again”. Well, the new photo page is certainly not the way to accomplish that goal.
The adult humpback whale is generally 14–15 m (46–49 ft) long, though individuals up to 16–17 m (52–56 ft) long have been recorded. Females are usually 1–1.5 m (3 ft 3 in – 4 ft 11 in) longer than males.
The species can reach body masses of 40 metric tons (44 short tons). Calves are born at around 4.3 m (14 ft) long with a mass of 680 kg (1,500 lb)] The species has a bulky body with a thin rostrum and proportionally long flippers, each around one-third of its body length.[14][15] It has a short dorsal fin that varies from nearly nonexistent to somewhat long and curved.
Like other rorquals, the humpback has grooves between the tip of the lower jaw and the navel. The grooves are relatively few in number in this species, ranging from 14 to 35. The upper jaw is lined with baleen plates, which number 540–800 in total and are black in color.
The dorsal or upper side of the animal is generally black; the ventral or underside has various levels of black and white coloration. Whales in the southern hemisphere tend to have more white pigmentation. The flippers can vary from all-white to white only on the undersurface. Some individuals may be all white, notably Migaloo who is a true albino. The varying color patterns and scars on the tail flukes distinguish individual animals.[
The end of the genital slit of the female is marked by a round feature, known as the hemispherical lobe, which visually distinguishes males and females.
Unique among large whales, humpbacks have bumps or tubercles on the head and front edge of the flippers; the tail fluke has a jagged trailing edge. The tubercles on the head are 5–10 cm (2.0–3.9 in) thick at the base and protrude up to 6.5 cm (2.6 in).
They are mostly hollow in the center, often containing at least one fragile hair that erupts 1–3 cm (0.39–1.18 in) from the skin and is 0.1 mm (0.0039 in) thick. The tubercles develop early in gestation and may have a sensory function, as they are rich in nerves. Sensory nerve cells in the skin are adapted to withstand the high water pressure of diving.
In one study, a humpback whale brain measured 22.4 cm (8.8 in) long and 18 cm (7.1 in) wide at the tips of the temporal lobes, and weighed around 4.6 kg (10 lb). The humpback's brain has a complexity similar to that of the brains of smaller whales and dolphins.
The structure of the eye indicates that eyesight is relatively poor, being only able to see silhouettes over long distances and finer details relatively close. Computer models of the middle ear suggest that the humpback can hear at frequencies between 15 Hz and 3 kHz "when stimulated at the tympanic membrane", and between 200 Hz and 9 kHz "if stimulated at the thinner region of the tympanic bone adjacent to the tympanic membrane". These ranges are consistent with their vocalization ranges.
As in all cetaceans, the respiratory tract of the humpback whale is connected to the blowholes and not to the mouth, although the species appears to be able to unlock the epiglottis and larynx and move them towards the oral cavity, allowing humpbacks to blow bubbles from their mouths. The vocal folds of the humpback are more horizontally positioned than those of land mammals which allows them to produce underwater calls. These calls are amplified by a laryngeal sac.
This image was taken in Juneau, Alaska
Westbound Amtrak #337 flies by Rondout Tower with the usual consist nowadays. Signal and track changes have opened the spot up, and lots of obtrusive line poles and lines are now nonexistent around the tower area along the west side of the mains.
Some photos of the desert around Kanab, Utah. I really enjoy exploring around Kanab with all of the sandstone outcrops and canyons everywhere. However, it can be a bit treacherous because almost all of the roads are on loose sand so traction is almost nonexistent. I’ve had to pull folks out and have come close to needing that service as well. So, if you go out here, come prepared. I shot this with an Olympus 35 LC rangefinder which has a fixed 42mm f1.7 Zuiko lens. The film I developed in Rodinal @ 1:50
....with a difference. I was given this rain chain from a friend a couple of years ago. Since rainfall can be almost nonexistent in our part of the country my chances of seeing it in action were rare, so we made a fountain from it and I can see it all summer long!
The ex UP C630's sure never seemed to fit into the DMIR that I remember, but then again they were gone before I ever landed in Duluth. This weeks first SNS is this view of 909 at Proctor in June 1975. Looks to be out of service and probably being prepped for its journey to Cartier. Photographers name on slide has faded to almost nonexistent but possibly is Tom Beldner, Chuck Schwesinger collection.
Shot taken in downtown Beirut, Lebanon.
I have been sharing a few pictures from my last trip to Lebanon. I am always rejoiced to see the reactions from people to seeing their first ever pictures of my country, since many assume (rightfully so) that it is an absolute wreck.
Nothing is ever black or white and there is certainly a lot of beauty in Beirut that waits to be discovered and explored.
It was said that Beirut was destroyed and rebuilt 7 times. In 2020, another carnage hit Beirut through the famous port explosion. The streets seen in these shots were mostly ruined 5 yars ago. They were rebuilt, not through the efforts of the nonexistent government, but rather the individual efforts of the Beirutis as well as aids provided by some NGOs.
Happy Halloween, all! I have to admit... I've been an absolutely horrible Flickr contact lately. My posting rate is dismal, my commenting almost nonexistent. I don't even have the time or energy to keep up with Google Reader lately, which is usually where I see new images from my favorite contacts first.
But what's even more surprising is that my urge to post/be on Flickr is almost absent. I have over 700 postable images, yet it's a struggle to find the desire to upload any. And... I cringe to admit it... I'm not making many new images. Maybe I'm getting out once every few weeks, at the most. Fall is flying by, and all I've got are images from last year to share. (And three weddings and a portrait session to edit!)
But it's all okay by me. Michael and I get the keys to the new place tomorrow (yay!), which means the next week or two will be filled with packing and moving and unpacking and organizing. Which means my Flickr time is definitely *not* going to be increasing until, say... January. In the meantime, though, I'm still enjoying life, even if it's not with a camera in hand. I notice the gorgeous trees, the wet leaves plastered on my car, the sweet drizzle of rain on the windows, the deepening green of the mosses as winter nears...
Image made with my Hasselblad 500 C/M.
there was a flock of children around the fountain in dub-c.
seeing this just makes me think a whole lot about childhood, and how worries are always nonexistent.
i feel like people talk about this a lot, about how children dont have worries. like how this little girl just wanted to touch the water and that's it. all she wanted was to touch the water.
while there are a million and one things going through my mind about relationships and my lack of money and a job and blah blah blah.
i just want to touch the water.
Having spent the better portion of my life in new Jersey, there are many animals with which I am completely unfamiliar. Grouse, and in particular, spruce grouse are nonexistent here, even in the extreme wild areas. There are some small pockets of ruffed grouse in Northern New Jersey but spruce grouse are an absent species here and extremely rare along most of the northeastern United States. It was my great luck to have come across this female spruce grouse while hiking at Chugach State Park. This human-tolerant species gave me ample opportunity to become more familiar with her as she searched the ground for insects and seeds. #SpruceGrouse
A knight's return to their former home...
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Entry for the 12x12 Vignette category of the 2021 Summer Joust.
Last year in Underground Escape, I played around with some use of technic parts in certain areas (obviously on the wall, and also some more subtle ones in the rocks. Here I expanded the use of technic to the max, using pretty extensive amounts of technic to get some smooth/curved textures that don't normally get seen in castle builds. Related to that, I got to work with a few silver/pearl light grey/etc shades that I quite like, although getting the right lighting for them to look good is a bit tricky. I also found out that adding a 5 stud wide window in the middle of a 10 stud wide building can be a bit tricky to work with. The other bit I'll point out is the door, which took nearly a week to design due to my almost nonexistent supply of dark brown...
The ground technique is based on an idea I had around 5 years ago, and to the best of my knowledge was never used in that time?
Probably my only entry this year and my last moc for a while, but we'll see
The support and access structures to the beach (practically nonexistent during the high tide, as you can see in the photo), blend perfectly with the surrounding landscape—I would even say they look camouflaged. This is what the eastern region of Porto Santo Island looks like, towards Serra de Fora and Porto dos Frades.
Porto Santo, Madeira Archipelago – Portugal
As estruturas de apoio e de acesso à praia (praticamente inexistente durante a maré alta, como se pode ver na foto), estão perfeitamente integradas na paisagem — eu diria mesmo camufladas. Este é o aspecto da região Este da ilha de Porto Santo, ali para os lados da Serra de Fora e de Porto dos Frades.
Porto Santo, Arquipélago da Madeira – Portugal
I don't actually believe in luck, but I can't say anything else about this night.
I was nothing but lucky to have witnessed this extremely rare atmospheric optical phenomenon called Light Pillars.
This is one kind of an optical illusion caused by hexagonal-shaped ice crystals floating horizontally in absolutely windless air. This causes an effect like lights beaming up in the sky, however these beams don't actually exist and never did, it's just seen from the observers point of view.
I just can't express the feeling of amazement and joy I received in -15 degrees C. chasing after nonexistent light beams, and getting these unreal shots. (more coming soon)
P.S. It's a selfie, lol
There is already some fantastic philosophical ruminations on Christian Marclay’s masterpiece, The Clock, most notably by Zadie Smith in her recently released collection of highly recommended essays Feel Free. My intent is not to duplicate their thoughts but to gain sense of this experience myself.
Most of the time, when I travel, I don’t go see films in the cities I visit. I sometimes go to see family, friends or to hear music as part of a festival. At other times, I am going for the major photographical experience and will spend 14 hours a day straight taking photos and walking all over the city, making sure I get at least 11 miles in on foot each day.
So, I found myself in Vancouver on a heavily gloomy spell where I felt like I had inadvertently become a goth with the constant drizzle, dark clouds, and crows so tame they could be kept as pets. What to do? Oh, I see Polygon Art Gallery has a showing of the 24 hour wonder that is Christian Marclay’s The Clock, which hasn’t come to Chicago ever! Well, this is how I spent two separate days for a total of over 6 hours. 12-3:15 and 4:15-7:30. Now, you can’t bring in food or drink so that’s something you should know in advance but the seats are super comfortable couches that can hold two average sized people easily and you can tell when you look around who the casual guests are just wandering about and seeing what all the nonexistent hype is about and who are the “lifers.” By, “Lifers” I mean those people who would spend the rest of their known existences riveted by The Clock, their old school Maxell tapes ad like heads leaned back while the light illuminates them just so….these are the real fans. (They probably still camp out somewhere for concert tickets of their favorite bands, too, even if they buy the tickets from their phones while in line)
Now, in case you’re still reading and somewhat intrigued but have never heard of The Clock, let me explain the basic concept. Marclay and his assistants spent years of their lives looking through thousands of films (and a handful of shows) to find instances of each time indicated by mainly an actual clock or watch digital and analog, though occasionally only in speech. There is more of a Western influence to the films overall though Marclay found several examples of Asian films. The films are also spanning from the modern age up until 2010 all the way back to silent film era and there are several films you might recognize whereas others seem far more obscure. Some clips are only a couple of seconds long whereas others are almost the full minute but Marclay manages to splice together a collage of interwoven film segments for each individual minute for a 24 hour span.
In this span, you see some reoccurring characters in different movies, forwards and backwards in time. You see connections between films-one character makes a call in one minute to another character who picks up several decades later. One actor looks over to seemingly another actor in that same minute across continents and years. Time is in flux, it’s wobbly and it’s own protagonist in all of our life stories, whether we want it to be or not. And, though there are many similar themes of travel, courtroom cases, eating, sleeping, and the end of the work and/or school day, there is a definite sense that time is owning us and stressing us out. We are always rushing to either beat the clock or make up for being late. We are consumed as if afflicted by a disease, wandering restlessly and feeling ever more incomplete somehow even as we make our attempts at our best lives. And yet, time or a watch, is the most sacred thing kept to the end…a body is found and a special watch is of course in the pocket. (I usually just keep a lens cloth in mine but maybe that’s just me!)
And what you will find as you spend more and more time there is that you feel every instance of your actual life more completely, not just because you’re engaged in an active watching looking and listening for instances of time but because you are experiencing every minute as they do and each minute (or even second) seems utterly significant. By the end of a single ten minutes, you may have escaped from a shooter, ran to catch a train, gotten hit by a car, made love, woke up from a nap, had a fight over a steak, solved the murder of Laura Palmer, cried at a funeral and it just keeps going on. How do you come out of this film without being in a daze? Your life has changed. You’ve now lived several in real time. How are you still your age? How can you walk outside the same after that?
The answer is: You can’t. You simply can’t. Because, The Clock changes you and you will never be the same. Scientists have said that the cells in your body change over completely every seven years. I think watching The Clock speeds that up to every hour. The reaction is complex-psychological and biological. You can’t beat time, though, so you might as well join it as the expression goes.
In the best films, you feel an empathy towards the main character(s) regardless of how different from them they are and I found myself doing that too. In my own life, I spend a great deal of time contemplating the purpose of life and art. (Life and art as an experience and opportunity for learning both.) I am always learning something about the world and about the people in it. We all exist as one breathing living entity sometimes more harmoniously than not. And, every time I take a photo, it is out of love. I love that person you’re seeing. That person is part of the fabric of our collective consciousness. That person’s life story is worth knowing. That person is also probably living in real time, trying to make her/his best choices despite all the ways life can lead one astray. We all struggle with love and pain and, as A Tribe Called Quest would sing, “We all eat the same ******* food, the ramen noodle!” Being an ethically conscious human being and/or an artist means you are responsible and you must take responsibility for finding the value in not only humans who have had the same experiences but humans who have had different experiences than you. That is at the core of discovering who we are as people is also the very best use of your time.
If you go to the website for The Polygon, you’ll see the quote “…maybe the greatest film you’ve ever seen” by the aforementioned author Zadie Smith. I would agree with her except I wouldn’t say seen. I would say lived.
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Union Pacific's Heppner Local returns to the mainline after switching out its namesake in March 1994. The train is crossing Willow Creek as it rounds Horseshoe Bend near Morgan, Oregon. Abandonment of UP's Heppner Branch had been approved, and service on the line would cease at the end of June. The ratty looking locomotives were symbolic of the branch’s nonexistent future.
Zenit
expired konica centuria 100
“She had never driven far alone before. The notion of dividing her lovely journey into miles and hours was silly; she saw it as a passage of moments, each one new, carrying her along with them, taking her down a path of incredible novelty to a new place. The journey itself was her positive action, her destination vague, perhaps nonexistent. She might never leave the road at all, but just hurry on and on until the wheels of the car were worn to nothing and she had come to the end of the world.”
Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House
I've probably mentioned it more than a couple times that I really enjoyed the CNW out in it's western reaches. Somehow it had a real different flavor than the CNW I was used to in ore and paper country. A pair of SD's rest at Chadron on May 30, 1986. The 6602 and 6610 would idle the day away and leave for Rapid City after dark. Except for a geep working the yard action was nonexistent on this day and I had to content myself with this view.
Small hermit crab in the shell. I was a little surprised when the shell, which I found in the sea and put down next to me, suddenly start to walk away ;) I didn't know that it was inhabited. So, at the end, I threw it back to the sea :)
Hermit crabs are decapod crustaceans of the superfamily Paguroidea. Most species have long, spirally curved abdomens, which are soft, unlike the hard, calcified abdomens seen in related crustaceans. The vulnerable abdomen is protected from predators by a salvaged empty seashell carried by the hermit crab, into which its whole body can retract. The tip of the hermit crab's abdomen is adapted to clasp strongly onto the columella of the snail shell. Most hermit crabs are nocturnal. As the hermit crab grows in size, it must find a larger shell and abandon the previous one. Since suitable intact gastropod shells are sometimes a limited resource, vigorous competition often occurs among hermit crabs for shells. Hermit crabs kept together may fight or kill a competitor to gain access to the shell they favour. However, if the crabs vary significantly in size, the occurrence of fights over empty shells will decrease or remain nonexistent. Hermit crabs with too-small shells cannot grow as fast as those with well-fitting shells, and are more likely to be eaten if they cannot retract completely into the shell.
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Mały krab pustelnik w swojej muszelce. Byłam trochę zaskoczona gdy muszelka, którą znalazłam w morzu i położyłam obok koca, w pewnym momencie zaczęła się ode mnie oddalać na własnych nóżkach ;) Okazało się, że jest zamieszkana, więc w rezultacie jej nie zabrałam, tylko wrzuciłam z powrotem do morza razem z jej mieszkańcem :)
Pustelniki (Paguroidea) - nadrodzina skorupiaków z rzędu dziesięcionogów i infrarzędu miękkoodwłokowców (Anomura). Potocznie bywają nazywane rakami pustelnikami lub krabami pustelnikami. Znanych jest kilkaset gatunków zamieszkujących wody całego świata. Głównie morskie, część występuje w wodach słodkich, a nieliczne na lądzie. Od innych dziesięcionogów odróżnia się brakiem pancerza na odwłoku. Aby chronić miękki, workowaty odwłok pustelnik ukrywa go w znalezionych muszlach martwych mięczaków, w których zamieszkuje (stąd nazwa). Odwłok jest skręcony, aby łatwo mógł zmieścić się w muszli. Również odnóża odwłokowe są zredukowane. Pozostałe odnóża i szczypce (prawe zwykle większe niż lewe) pozwalają mu zablokować wejście do muszli. W miarę wzrostu pustelnik musi zmieniać swoją muszlę na większą. Znalezioną pustą muszlę najpierw dokładnie bada szczypcami, jeżeli uzna ją za odpowiednią, szybko się przenosi. Znalezienie muszli to dla pustelnika kwestia przetrwania, dlatego bardzo częste są walki o nie.
i love this machine.
it always works well--even though my machine sewing skills are practically nonexistent.
yosemite is, in my opinion, as close to "heaven" as i'll ever experience. i've been there before, but the spring was a whole new shade -- literally and figuratively -- of yosemite. mirror lake (above) is virtually nonexistent in summer & autumn; it is simply sand beds. late winter and spring, however, there is a still lake that perfectly mirrors the immense landscape... which, here, includes a piece of half dome. (i have other shots of half dome in mirror lake that i'll upload at some point!) ansel adams famously captured much of yosemite's beauty, but as any photographer knows, light and weather conditions are never the same twice. no matter how many times el cap or half dome or glacier point or tunnel view has been photographed, there is always room for variation.
This is the other version of the image that comes from a sort of antenna array on the top level of the mandelbulb box. That is probably an obscure remark but those who have tinkered much with mandelbulb33d will understand it. In this case it seems to be all glass or crystal bottles with metal caps, each one of which is different. One wonders why there should be such variation in what seems to be a metal cap for a nonexistent glass bottle.
I was not going to post this due to poor quality of the shot, but every time I go though my discards I pause and think I can make something of it. The detail shadows is nonexistent and overall image is soft , but more than likely I will never get the pose again. My "Lowfi" shot
These distortion images are always an actual image of architecture usually in London..........
Office Building Fleet Place London
Please look at the other images in this set as well as my photostream.......
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While hunting for waterfowl this year, (which are almost nonexistent this year because of a 4 year drought by the way) hiking along the river. I spotted 3 Otters coming down stream and 2 of the 3 came up from the bottom of the river with large crawdads, crawfish or even crayfish. Depends on what part of the country you're from. But they were big ones and they were having fun with em. Unfortunately for me, they were about a 100 yds or so from me 20' up the bank wonder how to get down to them without killing myself, to could get a good shot of them.
They saw me eyeing them and were going to make sure I didn't get anywhere close to them. So the chase was on. Me struggling to run through the rocks and thick brush and trees along the bank and them pretty much laughing at me as I stumbled about. By the time I got down to the waters edge panting like a quarter horse after a long run, and shaking like a leaf in the wind. Struggling to get the camera and lens up to my eye which now weighed more than 300 lbs, normally it would only been about 20 lbs, but not now. Thinking I'd out smarted them, before they came around the bend in the river I got down on the ground so I could get a shot at ground level. Laying there with my belly and knees which felt like they were about to pop out of my skin. The Otters suddenly appear on the other side of the river, which is now about 200 yds away, thumbing their collective noses at me. And to make matters worse, I couldn't hardly get back up on my feet. So sorry, this is the best I could do under the circumstances.
Such is life at my age, but in my mind I think I'm still young and spry or perhaps it's just wishful thinking? So the self deception and struggle to keep warm and have fun while you can continues as you stumble along as best a nearly 80 year old "would be wildlife photographer" can do, by the GRACE OF GOD, THANK YOU JESUS. YES WE'RE STILL HAVING FUN. Even though now I am constantly humiliating myself in the process.
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Before the Great Wall got its current name, it was called the Long Wall. The wall near Beijing is in pretty good shape, but the farther you get from the big city it becomes a ruin or nonexistent like in the western part of China. But, if you looking at a big hunk of wall or just a few remnants, it's quite spectacular!
LA&L 428 leads the Northbound leg of a Fall foliage excursion at Papermill Road in Avon, NY on October 18, 2014. Fall colors are almost nonexistent so far in 2018, and there was a dusting of snow on the grass this morning. I'll keep digging through the archives for Fall pictures, until I can take some new ones
Rail traffic around Salt Lake City was all but nonexistent on New Year's Day, 2019. I did however manage to photograph a train I've never had the opportunity to do so before. The YRO78R-30 switch engine (which operates only at night when UTA commuter rail is shut down) was parked on the Univar spur in the former D&RGW Fourth South Yard in Salt Lake City. Does this bode well for further photographic success in the new year? Fingers crossed.
This bridge always marks the border where the fog on the river Elbe immediately stops. Always.
Also I am ever again amazed how the small Sigma deals with flares. They are about nonexistent, just some interesting patterns from the foveon sensor are visible around the sunstar. A nice little (albeit very slow) toy :)
This small falls is probably nonexistent in dry periods. It tumbled nicely over the shale bank along the Rocky River that flows in to Lake Erie. This photo was taken in the Rocky River Reservation that forms part of the "emerald necklace" near Cleveland, Ohio.
Le mâle a le plumage gris-noirâtre avec la calotte grise et une tache blanche sur l'aile. La poitrine est la partie la plus foncée de son corps. Le rougequeue noir a la queue orange brique, les sous-caudales et le croupion roux. Le bec très pointu, les yeux, les pattes et les doigts sont noirs.
Certains mâles peuvent arborer un plumage de type femelle. Des plumes blanches, visibles sur l'extérieur des ailes, apparaissent progressivement avec l’âge. Ils sont très protecteurs envers leur famille. La femelle est plus terne que le mâle, avec un plumage uniforme gris-brun cendré, le roux est inexistant chez elle. Sa poitrine grisâtre est légèrement striée de foncé.
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The male has blackish-gray plumage with gray cap and white patch on wing. The chest is the darkest part of his body. The black redstart has the orange-brick tail, the sub-caudales and the red rump. Sharp beak, eyes, paws and fingers are black.
Some males may have female type plumage. White feathers, visible on the outside of the wings, appear gradually with age. They are very protective of their family. The female is duller than the male, with an uniform gray-brown-gray plumage, the red is nonexistent in her. His greyish chest is slightly streaked with dark.
Est une espèce de petits passereaux partiellement migratrice très répandue, de la famille des Muscicapidés. On l'appelle également rossignol des murailles ou queue rousse.
Adulte, le rougequeue noir mesure environ 14 cm de long et 25 cm d'envergure, et pèse de 14 à 20 g. Ils sont très protecteurs envers leur famille. La femelle est plus terne que le mâle, avec un plumage uniforme gris-brun cendré, le roux est inexistant chez elle. Sa poitrine grisâtre est légèrement striée de foncé.
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Is a species of small migrating partially migrating passerine, of the family Muscicapidae. It is also called the nightingale of the walls or red tail.
As an adult, the black redstart is about 14 cm long and 25 cm wide, and weighs 14 to 20 g. They are very protective of their families. The female is duller than the male, with uniform gray-brown ash plumage, the roux is nonexistent in her. Its grayish breast is slightly streaked with dark.
Nonexistent word of the day. Vintertid. We put the clocks back one hour today, so we are back to normal time this morning, although some people like to call it vintertid, Winter time.
The New River Districts were jumping on Saturday, August 1st, but the train of the day was this NC bound 64M. Foreign power like this is practically nonexistent on NS these days and to top that off, the trailing unit is a very rare ex BC Rail 8-40CM. In this shot, the train is just a few miles outside of Roanoke as it clears CP KUMIS in the early evening on the ex Virginian.
About the size of a quarter, this hatchling Common Musk Turtle (Sternotherus odoratus) has some growing to do...though not all that much. Even adult musk turtles are only between three and five inches in size. And this little one is already fending for himself, zipping around along a shallow riverbed in search of protein-rich morsels of food. As an adult, he will use some interesting defenses to combat would-be predators--he'll have to because his plastron (the part of his shell covering his belly) is smaller than most other turtles' and leaves much exposed. Though it isn't as exposed as the poor snapping turtle, whose plastron is nearly nonexistent and results in quite a necessary and defensive temper.
But musk turtles will bite when they fear that they are being considered as a potential meal. Perhaps more interestingly, they will also secret a wildly foul-smelling, yellow-orange fluid from their musk glands, which reside at the base of their plastrons. Indeed, this is how they received their common nickname...the stinkpot!