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:: " A book can also be where one finds oneself; and when a reader is grasped by and held by a book, reading does not feel like an escape from life so much as it feels like an urgent, crucial dimension of life itself." ::
{Rebecca Mead - My Life in Middlemarch}
... oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre!
One of the most fantastic sunsets I have ever seen. Taken at the Mull of Kintyre on Saturday evening. The islands are, I think, in the front Rathlin Island, and behind that Northern Ireland.
This image was pretty much straight out of the camera (I just lightened the shadows a tiny notch, and added a tiny bit of tonal contrast). I had a bit of a job deciding whether the horizon was straight though---feel free to tilt your screen if not :D
Eurasian Jay (Garrulus glandarius)
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THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO: MY LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY TO BIRD PHOTOGRAPHY
If you've set yourself the challenge of exclusively shooting the wildlife in your own back yard, you might find - as I did - that bird photography is really, really hard.
It's not that reptiles are easy to photograph either, mind - but at least the ones in my garden stay (for the most part) on the ground, and one can learn how to carefully approach them with a camera. They're also clearly egoists, which from a photographer's point of view is is a great character trait: if a lizard detects a human in its vicinity, it's only interested in saving its own skin, and it won't alarm its buddies.
But birds... oh man. Over the years, my feathered friends and I have developed a lovely routine that now defines our peaceful co-existence. As soon as I as much as open a window (let alone the door), I'm instantly greeted by an eruption of panicky fluttering and hysterical shouts from my garden: "SAVE YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND FLY FOR YOUR LIVES: THE HAIRLESS, PINK MONSTER IS COMING!!! (Yes, I speak bird, and I know that this is exactly what they are shouting 😉).
Needless to say, with the exception of the redstart I already showed here, all my efforts to get the kind of detailed shots I usually strive for with my nature photography ended in complete failure and utter disillusionment. I was ready to give up on stalking the winged misanthropes in my garden altogether, but then winter came - and changed everything.
One day this past January I observed my neighbor Signora P - a kind, elderly Italian lady - putting something on the low garden wall in front of my house. At first I thought she was just putting some treat there for her cat Romeo; the young tom patrols that wall constantly (it's his favorite spot in the garden, and during the warmer months he usually lurks in the thick foliage next to it to prey on lizards).
But once I detected a lot of movement on that wall through my window, I understood she had put a little pile of bread crumbs there; she was feeding the birds who soon arrived in flocks. This was certainly well-intended on my neighbor's part, but her noble action came with a catch, and I'm afraid quite literally.
When I took a stroll through my garden the next day I discovered a suspicious amount of feathers on the ground next to the wall. Romeo had apparently switched from his low-calorie summer diet (lizard) to more energy-rich meals consisting of "fowl" (it was winter after all, so from a nutritionist's point of view this made sense).
I would find fresh traces of Romeo's victims (mostly feathers, but also the odd wing) in my garden over the following days; so my first intuition that my neighbor was feeding her cat hadn't been that far off after all, as Romeo was now clearly being "served" fresh birds on a daily basis. And although the hungry visitors seemed to be aware of the danger and became slightly more prudent, they just couldn't resist the tasty snacks Signora P put on that wall - and neither could Romeo.
It was obvious that I had to act, but talking to my neighbor - who is as stubborn as she is kind - would have been futile, I knew that much. I pondered the matter long and hard - until a light bulb went off in my head. The idea was genius. If successful, what I had in mind would not only increase the birds' chances of surviving Romeo's appetite, but also greatly benefit my own photographic endeavors.
I started to enact my master plan the very next day by buying a giant bag of bird feed (consisting mainly of sunflower seeds) from the store. Then I dragged a huge piece of a tree trunk (approx. 120 cm in height) that we normally chop firewood on from the shed out into the garden and emptied almost half of the bag's content on top of it. Signora P's buffet for birds (and cats) was about to get some serious competition 😊.
My reasoning was as follows: not only would the birds be lured away from the fatally low garden wall to a place where they were safe from the cat - there was nothing around that tree trunk that provided cover for a predator, and the birds had a nice 360° view around it at all times - but I was also able to photograph them while hiding in the shed.
However, in order for my plan to work there was one little extra measure I had to take, and it was one that risked lowering my own life expectancy considerably once the owner of the property - my mom - discovered it. You see, our shed is completely windowless, so if I wanted to use it as a blind, I had no choice but to cut a hole into one of its wooden walls... which I promptly did (I figured all's fair in love - and photography 😉).
Granted, I have absolutely zero carpentering skills, and it showed. That hole was an ugly mess: the shed's wall seemed to have had an encounter with Jack Nicholson's ax-wielding lunatic character from the film 'The Shining'. Needless to say, I was incredibly proud of my work (I mean, come on: there now was a hole where before there wasn't a hole, and it was big enough for the lens of my camera to peek through, so it was mission accomplished as far as I was concerned).
Now all I had to do was wait for the birds to discover the tree trunk. In the meantime I started to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable confrontation with my mom and go through possible explanations for that splintering hole in the wall (it was either gonna be a rabid woodpecker attack or an emergency rescue mission with a feeding tube for a little kid that had accidentally locked himself inside the shed - both seemed valid options, though I slightly preferred the locked-in kid due to the involved drama and heroism 😉).
A whole day went by, and not a single bird visited the sunflower seeds. I had expected that it might take a few hours until the first of the ever curious great tits or blue tits would show up, but given how tiny my garden is, an entire day seemed excessive. Then another day came and went: the birds kept flocking to the bread crumbs on the wall, and my tree trunk kept collecting dust. To add injury to insult, a few fresh feathers on the ground were proof that Romeo was still feasting.
It was incredibly frustrating: I provided my winged guests with a much better view - plus a higher chance of surviving the cuisine - than Signora P's place; I risked (almost) certain death at the hands of my own mother (OK, the act of vandalism on the shed I had committed for my own benefit, but still), yet the birds kept ignoring me.
Then, after three days, just before sunset, I spotted a single blue tit on the tree trunk picking away at the sunflower seeds.
When I got up the next morning I immediately realized that the loud noise that accompanies each and every tit activity had shifted from the wall to the shed. At last the dam had broken: there was a flurry of movement around the tree trunk, and I counted at least 5 different species of birds feasting on the sunflower seeds.
From day 4 onward my plan worked beautifully: the birds now indeed mostly ignored Romeo's "snack wall" and kept to the tree trunk. And yes, I was able to play peeping tom from behind the shed's wall and photograph them!! 😊
Thus, dear readers, I finally managed to produce some acceptable bird photos, and I had even saved my feathered friends from a deadly foe in the process. All through winter and spring I took advantage of my new bird hide, and in late May I started mixing some cherries with the sunflower seeds. The idea was to attract a Eurasian jay (Garrulus glandarius), and as you can see, it worked!
It took me almost three weeks and more than a few tricks to capture that clever fella, but given how long I've been rambling here already, that's a story for another day. As for my mom, she still doesn't know about the hole in the wall, so please don't snitch! 😉.
I hope you like the photo and wish you all a wonderful weekend! Many greetings from Switzerland, and as always: let me know what you think in the comments 🙏 😊 ❤!
P.S. if anyone has their own funny tale about the obstacles we photographers are prepared to overcome for a desired photo, please write it in the comments: I love such stories 😊
Wide-angle view of vibrant Tokyo skyline at dusk - one of the few clear nights we have had over recent weeks.
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Off to the left of this American bullfrog was a Green heron, daring the heron, come eat me...Happy to report froggy survived! Wildwood Lake, Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
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... the bokeh is so in love with the flower
in royal blue that it forms a heart :-)
Happy Monday everyone!
"I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We will walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold"
"You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold"
Digital scan made from a 35mm colour transparency using a Dimage Dual Scan and processed with PhotoShop CS2
Taken at Luanes World @ Slice Of Heaven
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Metal blades for Crazy Tuesday, made of metal.
These billhooks would have been kept extremely sharp for coppicing trees and laying hedges, but the ones in this collection look quite blunt now.
10/122 pictures in 2022: blunt
Till the wee hours of the morning till the sun breaks through and you need to go from champagne to coffee to keep going!
Taken yesterday as we were about to return home from our 3 days at the seaside most local to us - after a full english breakfast at the beach cafe off course. I had hoped to catch up a little last night but events caught up with us so I couldn't - and today more stuff happening plus we fetch Leo from school too today. Comments are still turned off till I can peruse your wonderful inspirational photography. I checked my settings and comments are definitely set to off but thank you to those people who accidently circumvented it for your kindness in leaving those lovely comments....the weather was kind and the break was all the nicer for that but off course the news was and still is bad but words of optimism were spoken today so I hope things continue in that vein...Sue x
For personal reasons re a friend of mine ( not a Flickr member ) I shall be off Flickr a while, hopefully not too long if things go well with my friend who is awaiting a life saving operation in the very near future…Sue x
Looking close... on Friday! theme: Shades of Purple
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The Peak District is stunningly beautiful especially at this time of year.
It should however technically be called the Edge district because there are more Edges than I can remember the names of (& I'm not talking about U2 guitarists here)
This particular Edge is called Froggat.
We'd rushed back from Wales on Tuesday night after spending 2 days walking up and down & along very very steep valleys because it was forecast to be a cold cloudless night which meant fog possibly.
Unfortunately the cloudy sky hadn't been paying proper attention to the BBC Weather forecast.
At the end of a dull rainy day we were rewarded with this spectacular moody sunset - we nearly gave up as it was raining on & off which meant continuously wiping the filters but I was hoping that the Sun would get through the small crack on the horizon & it finally did as it was told
If you visit the Waterfalls in Brecon, don't visit Padley Gorge straight afterwards.
Padley Gorge is beautiful in its own way but should be done first to get you in the mood
If like me you do it the wrong way round it would be like a keen hill walker spending a few days in Glencoe then moving to Skegness or the Norfolk Broads :)
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They say you shouldn't photograph other people's art and on the whole I agree with that. In this case however, because this piece was so unique, I thought I would photograph it and show it because frankly it deserves to be seen. This piece is a near life size sculpture by a French artist named Emeric Chantier which we saw displayed in an art gallery in a wing of Chateau Malrome, which is Toulouse-Lautrec's former home near Bordeaux. When you see it in real life it is breath taking, so completely original.
For further info on the artist there is a page on the Chateau Malrome website that tells a little more about the artist:
Hjørundfjord in the western part of Norway, runs like a giant canyon through mountainous landscape. As soon as I have free time for exceptional experiences, I seek out this area and climb up to one of these amazing peaks.
To the right Jakta, and in the middle Slogen (1500m). The combination of endless areas of powder snow, not to forget the view of pointed peaks and deep fjords, hardly find anywhere else in the world. With over 300 peaks of over 1000 meter above sea level, you don't have to worry about stepping into other people's tracks.
This is an older shot taken in Donegal, Ireland. When I think of light I think of this photo so I went back to re-visit it and give it a little bit of a face-lift (a slightly different crop, hue and saturation)
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I am a part of all I’ve met
Taping life’s journey together
Petal by petal, Angel to Angel
Forever wandering
Where frolic may engage
And memories twinkle
Beyond heroic souls
In each special place;
Upon any single day
My purpose holds
As I thrive in age.
I am a part of all I’ve met
My journey has never been better
Endlessly celebrated
Page by page;
Day after day.
By Bambi Chicque
⊱✿⊰
While I love exploring the realms of all Second Life has to offer by visiting astonishing sims and ogling over spectacles and themed venues, I do prefer setting out my own scenery when it comes to a focus on Designer’s reviews. I’ve taken great care and pride in my presentation where I hope to capture the hearts of an artist’s audience and, most especially, to bring forth revenue and customers to the Creator’s I blog for.
Hence….I am proud to present a few Designers that are always tugging at my heart with their creative designs. While I jumped for joy to learn I am one of 6 Finalists in E.V.E’s Blogger Search, I hoped to express exactly what is important to me when I do take on a responsibility to review.Continued
✘❤✘❤✘
Bambi
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down down down the flames went higher
And it burns burns burns the ring of fire the ring of fire
-Tommy Cash
(Johnny Cash's brother)
After setting up their train for the trip west and a drop at Rock 10, PO-75 is seen heading west at the Point-of-Gap..
DL PO-75
DL C424 #2423
DLWR RS-11 #1804
Of wisteria blooms
I caught sight, today, and ever since
As violet
Of the deepest hue, my passion,
Grows ever more profound!
--Lady Ise
Lady Ise (Ise no miyasudokoro) (c. 875 – c. 938) was a Japanese poet in the Imperial court.
Kreative People’s 219th Treat This event is now underway. Source images are provided by Lemon~art. See first comment box below for the original of the one I used.
Orkney
Another one from the archives, this one from beautiful Orkney. Taken from Brodgar looking across the Loch of Stenness, in the distance are the hills in Hoy. Hoy means ‘high island” which it is compared to the other Orkney islands.
Happy Burns Night.
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Another portrait from a wonderful workshop I attended last fall. Thank you for your appreciation, Gail
Schattierungen von #GOLD#
Auswahlfoto:
Für:“Smile on Saturday“ am 17.12.2022.
Thema:“Shades of Gold“
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Part of the main staircase of Woodchester Mansion (nr. Stroud), a 19th Century Victorian Gothic Masterpiece mysteriously abandoned mid-construction in 1873. Hidden in a secluded Cotswold valley, it is untouched by time and the modern world. This Grade 1 Listed Building has been saved from dereliction, but will never be completed. The carvings in Woodchester Mansion are among the finest of their kind in the World. A wonderful place to visit as you can see quite clearly in places how it was built.....a stunning and unusual building indeed!! Handheld, Zeiss ExoLens (Wide-Angle), Shoulderpod S1, Hisy remote, tenderly caressed in 'Photos' on iMac and Snapseed on iPad Pro.
For more info.:-
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Bonn Museum of Modern Art / Bonn / North Rhine-Westphalia / Germany
Album of Germany (the west): www.flickr.com/photos/tabliniumcarlson/albums/72157713209...
Album of High-key photos: www.flickr.com/photos/tabliniumcarlson/albums/72157718851...
Church in the village of Krasnoye, Tver Region, Russia.(1790)
Camera: Nikon F 80;
Lens: Sigma 24-105mm f/4 DG (OC)* HS I AF;
Film: KodaklProImage100;
Filter: No filter;
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Church of the Transfiguration of the Lord - in the village of Krasnoye, Staritsky District, Tver Region, Russia.
In the second half of the 18th century, M.F. Poltoratsky became the owner of the estate in the village of Krasnoye, Staritsky district, who decided to replace the old wooden church with a new one, copied from the famous Chesme church, built in 1777-1780 by order of Catherine II by architect Yu. M. Felten near Petersburg.
His first petition “to build a stone church with his own kosht” dates back to 1783. After a second petition, Bishop Ioasaph Zabolotsky signed the charter of the church on July 30, 1785.
The construction of the temple was carried out under the care and dependency of his wife for five years, and was completed in 1790.
Built in a pseudo-Gothic style, it is an almost exact copy of the Chesme Church in St. Petersburg, built 10 years earlier.
The height of the structure is 24 meters, length and width - about 20 meters.
In 1931, the Soviet authorities closed the temple. The bells were sent for melting down, the stone fence was dismantled and transported to Staritsa, to the city garden. The interior of the church was used for the needs of the local collective farm, destroyed and dilapidated.
In 1997, the restoration of the temple began.
Церковь Преображения Господня — в селе Красном Старицкого района Тверской области России.
Во второй половины XVIII века владельцем усадьбы в селе Красное Старицкого уезда стал М. Ф. Полторацкий, который решил взамен старой деревянной церкви построить новую, скопированную со знаменитой Чесменской церкви, сооружённой в 1777—1780 годах по повелению Екатерины II архитектором Ю. М. Фельтеном близ Петербурга.
Первое его ходатайство «построить каменную церковь собственным коштом» относится к 1783 году. После повторного прошения епископ Иоасаф Заболотский 30 июля 1785 года подписал храмоздательную грамоту.
Строительство храма осуществлялось попечением и иждивением его супруги на протяжении пяти лет, и было закончено в 1790 году.
Построен в псевдоготическом стиле, является почти точной копией Чесменской церкви в Санкт-Петербурге, построенной на 10 лет раньше.
Высота сооружения составляет 24 метра, длина и ширина — около 20 м.
В 1931 году советские власти закрыли храм. Колокола были отправлены на переплавку, каменная ограда разобрана, перевезена в Старицу, в городской сад. Внутреннее помещение церкви использовалось для нужд местного колхоза, разрушалось и ветшало.
В 1997 году началось восстановление храма.
Inside of an old watch..cropped to 3inx3in requirement
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#MacroMondays #Wheel(s)
Helios 44-2 58mm F/2
The second item on my bucket list - a bucket of bolts. According to www.urbandictionary.com, a bucket of bolts is a machine that is old, run-down, or worn out. I think this old truck qualifies!
I got lucky with the horse in the background too. He decided to cross the entire field to get into the photo. Have a great weekend everyone!
AAW Janur 24 - 31: Let's Play!
WIT: Sleight of hand is the only way I'll get a royal flush, I'm sure, lol! Camera on tripod, put on a timer, and a slightly longer exposure to capture the motion blur. Many tries to get a half-decent one. I like the idea of negative space, as a hand like this comes from nowhere!
View of the Mosel river from the Prinzenkopf lookout tower, it's a wonderful viewpoint all year, but on a clear autumn day it feels even more special, my plan is to back there next month, not to the same viewpoint, there are so many spots with spectacular views around there, the problem is the weather, low clouds are drawn to the valley like flies to shit when the vineyards are are at their most colorful, but there can be bright spells in the afternoon, hoping for the best.
The Isle of Arran as seen from the beach in Ayr, Scotland.
Arran or the Isle of Arran is the largest island in the Firth of Clyde, Scotland. With an area of 432 square kilometres it is the seventh largest Scottish island. It is in the unitary council area of North Ayrshire.
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Arran Boat Song
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EDGE OF TOMORROW
Dedicated to my Husband
We know we have
Lived on the edges
We know that this
Day might have to come
But don’t leave me yet
Not when there is still
Light in the day not yet gone
Don’t waste a moment
Don’t ever give time away
Not when you still
Have things left to say
You know I will always come here
Where the land sings like a song
Better than the silence
Of the dead halls of home
The light here shines
As if pure love is the air
Which nourishes your soul
And lessens the despair
I will reach through the barrier
And I will tear down the veil
On the edges of tomorrow
I will find you again
Seek the words in the wind
And capture the truth
Place them together
For all those that feel the same
*****
So I am back after a difficult time, where the cold I thought I had because I got soaked in the rain, actually turned out to be Covid. I think I had been incubating this for a while before. Two days after me, my partner became very ill with it as well. We think we caught it at the same time, when we were out shopping. To jump forward a few weeks as we do not need to go over the experience of having Covid, many know to their cost what this is like, even if you have had the vaccinations, which we had, but suffice it to say here, my partner became very ill indeed, and because of my country’s depleted health system, and the age of my partner, I was starting to think I might have to make some difficult choices.
But thankfully, somehow, with me on twenty-four hour watch for three days and my partner’s resilience, and I think we can say here, that our love for each other, and the wish to remain with each other for as long as we can, helped my partner pull through. We are still recovering, but getting better each day.
I am talking about this because this work, and the work that follows it, is directly influenced by what we have both been through. The work that I have produced already on Flickr is what I experience, what you see on my Flickr page is the result of events in my life. It is a personal exploration, but it is one where others find a similar truth, a recognition, and the fact that I share these works with you means that I am telling others that I understand about the often emotional events in your life.
But this piece, I have dedicated to my husband, and to the God who gave us a little more time.
This image was taken at Glynde Church, East Sussex, UK, before we fell ill, at the beginning of October. This place, as many of you know, is one of my most favourite places to be on earth. It connects me with the divine. And I shall be returning to it as soon as I can.
When I was working on these new pieces, I listened to the music of U2. They are a personal favourite of mine, as I grew up with their music. Bono’s lyrics are poetic. Beautiful. He has always been an inspiration to me.
So with this work, I am pairing it with their track ‘Kite’, as this is what I was listening to when I was writing my poetry and concentrating on my image. This version is live, and sublime.
And if you would like to see more of my work, please have a look at my website:
A bit of colour to cheer a dull day.
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One of the brightest, boldest rainbows I've seen welcomed me as I approached a region of Glacier Park long known for it's mystical and spiritual aura. Named Two Medicine by the Blackfeet peoples who have for centuries sent their young warriers here on vision quests and spiritual seeking.
I too feel that pull and need to return here for rejuvenation, rejoicing and relaxation. Never fails to set my soul singing and reboot my spirit.
Some earlier scenes/moments I've enjoyed from this special area below……..
We're finally having some Spring-like weather here. :-))
Hope you are as well.
Thanks for your visit!
SPRING in Monferrato. Rolling hills characterize this area of Monferrato, a area between the right hydrographic side of the Po River, the Ligurian Apennines, the Langhe and the Roero.
Isola d'Asti locality Isola Villa (or Isola Alta), Tanaro Valley, Piedmont, ITALY.
An amazing "river of glass" surrounds an island in an open courtyard at the Michigan Library and Historical Center, Lansing, Michigan. (Lansing is the State Capital of Michigan).
An 80-foot tall White Pine grows on the "island" and soars skyward through the floors of the building and emerges in the open air behind the entrance to the building. (shown in the first comment below).
The "river" is a remarkable mosaic of glass.
In special moments of mystical awareness among things in nature, we feel and know that what seems so separate is in fact one. We are touching into the wisdom of Sophia in the natural world. We are abiding in the real presence of God, with feminine and masculine energies, always within reach. Such mystical abiding can also happen in an event or with a person. Neither Sophia nor mystical awareness can be limited in how they appear to us, nor where they do so, when, in what or whom.
-Everything Ablaze Meditating on the Mystical Vision of Teilhard de Chardin, David Richo