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Peregrine Falcon
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There is a large colony of Fruit Bats ensconsed in some of the trees at Werribee Mansion Park.
As we wandered past, with the usual calling and occassional changing of perches, on a sudden the colony took to air with agitated calls.
The Falcon swept through the panicked bats, circled out, and made at least 4 more runs through the frantic bats.
On short wings it was extremely manoeuvrable through the trees
and kept the Bats in the air.
No doubt pleased with the excitement it had caused, and enjoyed, it disappeared from sight.
Creating curiosity and confusion.
Several years ago while driving the back roads of Harrison County Indiana, I noted a Red-tailed Hawk hunting from a branch directly above the road. My plan was a simple one…open the sunroof, drive up directly under him with my camera already sticking out of the sunroof and get as many shots as I can before he takes flight. My plan worked perfectly as once cars on the road become the norm, the car can be used as a blind. I have always enjoyed those photo based on the subject, the product quality and the simple trickery used to get close.
This past Monday morning while photographing Muscatatuck NWR, the same exact scenario was presented, and the same method used to capture this shot. The only big difference this round was that between my ball cap and the diameter of my lens, my face and head were completely blocked from the hawks view.
With much of my weight on the brake pedal, I was a bit contorted as I elevated from my seat cushion and twisted to the right to steady my periscope. In all of my years of photographing raptors, I have never noted the “what the what” expressions in a subject. His fight/flight response was in overdrive as he preformed the normal pre-flight foot shuffle a dozen times back to back. He just couldn’t take off as he was mesmerized…the curiosity of that big shiny thing, so close that it surely provided a good reflection, he couldn’t stop looking. I couldn’t stop taking pictures and laughing.
The ending of our photo session wasn’t prompted by the normal departure of the subject, this time it was cut short by my spine screaming, “are you seriously going to keep me twisted this way!” It took me longer than most, but I have recently come to understand that when my body screams, if ignored there will be a price to pay. Much like any relationship.
Smiling in gratitude of the blessing and in the understanding of the experience, I lowered my camera, exposing the human behind. He began a much more panicked shuffle as I released my brake and went on my way. Looking back in my side mirror, he chose to remain as he was found. Surely utilizing every cell in his little bird cerebrum to process what had just happened.
Adventure before dementia.
I felt a chill run down my spine as I walked down the dark alley. I could hear footsteps behind me, getting closer and closer. I turned around and saw a spooky guy following me. He had a pale face, sunken eyes, and a wicked grin. He was holding something in his hand, but I couldn't make out what it was. I panicked and ran, hoping to find a way out of this nightmare.
She appeared just after the tide had turned, when the sea whispered low and the sky wore its softest gold. I didn’t hear her arrive, but there she was—seated at the water’s edge, legs tucked beneath her like a folded note, writing in a book the color of aquamarine. It shimmered faintly, as if it had absorbed the light of a thousand twilights.
I watched from a distance, pretending not to. Her hair moved like sea grass in the breeze, and her presence felt... familiar. Not in the way a face might be, but like a melody half-remembered from long ago. I wondered what she was writing. A poem? A letter? A memory she couldn’t bear to lose?
Just then, she turned—slowly, deliberately—and looked in my direction.
I panicked. Looked away. Pretended to study the horizon. But I kept her in my peripheral vision, like one does with sunsets too beautiful to stare at directly. She didn’t smile. She didn’t wave. She simply turned back to her book and continued to write.
And now I couldn’t look away.
It was like trying not to watch the last light slip behind the sea. Something about her presence made the world feel more alive, more fragile. I wanted to speak, but the moment felt sacred, and I didn’t want to break it.
Then, without warning, she stood. Closed the book. Walked into the mist.
No footprints. No farewell. Just the hush of waves and the lingering scent of salt and lavender.
I waited. Maybe she’d return. But the mist thickened, and she was gone.
Drawn by something I couldn’t name, I walked to where she had been sitting. The sand was still warm. And there, nestled in a shallow impression, was her book.
**Ethereal**, it said in silver script.
I hesitated. It felt wrong to open it. Like trespassing in a dream. But curiosity is a tide of its own. I told myself: just the last page.
I opened it.
> *Here I am in a place I call home, where the sea and sky speak to me and allow my heart to breathe. Only today I have company. I wonder what he’s thinking…*
I froze.
And then, before my eyes, words began to appear—my words.
> *I was thinking, I wonder if she needs a friend.*
The ink shimmered as it formed, like dew on morning petals. I touched the page. It was warm.
Suddenly, the mist stirred. A breeze lifted the edge of the book, and I heard a whisper—not in my ears, but in my heart.
> *You found me.*
I looked up.
She was standing at the edge of the mist, barefoot, smiling—not with her lips, but with her whole being.
And just like that, I knew: she was never imaginary.
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I panicked when this topic came up cause we were on vacation, and it would be unlikely I would be in that spot again during the year. But we made it home in time to take it.
So using my Nikon, I will return to this spot at the dam in my neighborhood.
52 Weeks of 2023
Week No. 2 From This Spot”
Category: Creative
Reynisfjara Black Beach, Vik
I hope everyone had a great Christmas & New Year. Hope 2025 will be a happy year for everyone although I do worry what state the world will be in post January 20th !!
Sorry I haven’t been around for a while to post or comment. Initially it was Christmas preparation stuff then the house came down with Novovirus starting on Christmas Day! Most of us are over it now but Mrs P. had it evolve in to a heavy cold/flu and is still suffering. I’ll try to catch up with at least some replies and your postings from the last 2 weeks before I head off to Glencoe next weekend.
For anyone going to the south coast of Iceland Reynisfjara Black Beach near Vik is a very popular location due to the sea stacks and basalt columns similar to the Giant’s Causeway in Northern Ireland.
The other thing the beach is well known for is sneaker waves.
Sneaker waves (also known as sleeper, king, or rogue waves) are massive coastal waves that appear unexpectedly among smaller ones. These waves are significantly larger than the others, surging much farther inland. The interval between sneaker waves is unpredictable—one may follow right after another, or there could be dozens of smaller waves in between. Sneaker waves also rise rapidly before hitting the shore, a phenomenon caused by the steep drop-off of the ocean floor near the coast. Combined with strong ocean currents, these waves create extremely hazardous conditions.
When an ocean wave grabs you, it can knock you off your feet and tumble you violently in the freezing water and rocky shoreline. Regaining balance is extremely difficult due to the wave’s powerful suction, which drags you out to sea while washing away the sand and gravel beneath your feet.
Once you’re in the water, strong ocean currents quickly pull you farther from the shore, making it nearly impossible to return. The water’s icy temperature naturally causes hypothermia within just a few minutes. Unfortunately, under these conditions, rescue becomes almost impossible.
In response to this a ‘Traffic Light’ system has been installed. When the yellow light is on, visitors must not enter the yellow zone. When the red light is on, visitors must not enter the red zone.
The workshop I was with arrived for a very windy ‘sunrise’ shoot and were almost the first people there that morning. After exiting the vehicles we could see some great wave action and that the red light was flashing which, given the conditions, was no surprise.
Our Workshop guide had told us about a case he knew of when someone on a workshop (not one of his) had been killed after being swept out to sea! Needless to say with the waves as they were we played it safe and set up along the back of the beach to shoot. I do like shooting powerful waves so the shutter button was triggering like bursts on a machine gun. After a while I started to see people on the beach and it seemed as the wave got more powerful they walked closer to them!
I think the 2 photos I’ve uploaded give a bit of a sense of the conditions and the risks those people were taking. Thankfully I am not aware anyone did get washed off their feet but I certainly saw some panicked running from crashing waves and think they were extremely fortunate to get away with their actions.
The reason for the title of these photos should be pretty self-evident. It never ceases to amaze me how some people when on holiday (presumably they were visitors) leave their brains behind somewhere!
www.visiticeland.com/article/reynisfjara-black-sand-beach...
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(Philepitta castanea)
Ranomafana
Madagasscar
It's not the photo I would have liked to capture of this species, but it was a unique sighting that only allowed me 3 or 4 shots before it flew away. Despite that, it significantly contributed to changing my mood. This happened on our second day; Ana and Rosa had already given up, and I remained alone with the guide to try, unsuccessfully, for the Rufous-headed Ground-Roller that responded to the sound but never showed itself.
A few minutes before this photo, I had fallen into a hole about 1.5m deep. I fell vertically with the full weight of my body plus the camera being supported by my right leg, which I thought I had broken. I panicked because I thought my vacation was over on the second day. I stayed in the hole for a while until the pain faded out a little, and I realized that the leg was "usable"!
Then, with the help of the guide, I managed to get out of the hole and was limping along when this beauty crossed our path. It happened at the right time because I was getting depressed and frustrated with myself for choosing this destination!
But from this point on, things improved, and on that same afternoon, I managed to photograph the Pitta-like and the Scaly Ground Roller. As we tell ourselves in these difficult moments, when it starts off badly, it ends well. It wasn't exactly the case, but in the end, we were fortunate.
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All my photos are now organized into sets by the country where they were taken, by taxonomic order, by family, by species (often with just one photo for the rarer ones), and by the date they were taken.
So, you may find:
- All the photos for this trip Madagascar (2023) (174)
- All the photos for this order PASSERIFORMES (3553)
- All the photos for this family Philepittidae (Filepitídeos) (4)
- All the photos for this species Philepitta castanea (1)
- All the photos taken this day 2023/11/11 (12)
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Well, on Sunday evening Blanca and I were walking near the harbor when I noticed this little old dog tied to the sign in front of the animal shelter. There was a ferocious wind blowing, and he was shivering and seemed quite upset, staring at me with pleading eyes.
There was a cardboard box with a blanket, some dog food and a bowl of water. Obviously, he had been abandoned. :( Darkness was approaching and I didn't think anybody else was going to come across him. Also, the next day was a holiday (Labor Day). Blanca, who normally is decidedly UNfriendly towards other dogs, found nothing objectionable about this poor little guy, and so I determined to take him home with me until the shelter would be open again.
At first, he seemed so old and decrepit that I thought he might be at death's door. He could hardly walk and I had to carry him all the way home (he's a lot heavier than he looks!). I wanted to let him have some peace and love in a home for the night. On my first attempt to bring him back to the shelter, he panicked and then I also felt emotional and couldn't go through with it. The shelter people agreed to let me keep him a few more days as a foster dog while they sorted out his legal status and got him into their system.
As it turned out, it wasn't his owner who abandoned him. A concerned person found him wandering in another town and then drove him to the shelter, donated the box, food and water and left a message for the shelter.
He stayed with me for four days in all and in that time really perked up. He started eating, wagging his tail and his personality came out. He seemed to be reversing in age and was getting younger. He accompanied us on several beach walks, walked and trotted much farther than I thought he could, and he spent a lot of time sleeping curled up in bed. There is something so wonderful about providing comfort to someone who really needs it!
It was a struggle to come to a decision whether to keep him or not. He had already formed an attachment to me, and I really liked him, too. In the end, I decided that he is not a good fit. My life wth Blanca is pared down and streamlined and we glide along smoothly. His needs are different and it snags our rhythm too much and takes away from my quality time with Blanca.
Sigh. It was very hard to bring him back to the shelter this morning. First, all three of us went for a marvelous beach walk, and then it actually all turned out okay. He seemed to have had a chance to regroup and gather his strength during those four days and now was okay going into the shelter office and didn't panic. Unfortunately, there is still no sign of his owner, but his chances of being adopted are not as bad as I thought when I first saw him. It was lovely to have him for a while, and I think Blanca and I helped him on his journey. It is a no-kill shelter, but I would hate to see him languishing there for any length of time. I'm hoping for the best for Louis. Perhaps the name I gave him will accompany him into the future as the shelter used it in the paperwork on him.
The shelter where he will be available for adoption after being neutered: www.pennies4pooches.com/adopt/
Last, and by no means least, the Puffin wreck.
SS Kaffir Ayr’s Clyde puffer wreck.
There is plenty of farce, mystery and dubious elements to the tale behind the Clyde puffer which went aground in September 1974.
It was on 22 September that her engineer illegally took her, complete with load of coal, out of Ayr harbour, after dark.
A story in Keith McGinn’s fabulous book Last Of The Puffermen has it that, on that night, the boat’s skipper and deckhand were sitting in the pub waiting on said engineer’s arrival, when the pilot, having finished his duty, came in and was surprised to find them there.
He observed that the Kaffir – whose name, it should be noted, is a racial slur – had been seen with her navigation lights on, maneuvering about the docks.
All three ran down to the on-duty pilot and watched as the puffer zig-zagged around the docks.
READ MORE: Whisky Galore. The true story of the SS Politician
McGinn writes, “The police and coastguard were telephoned. The pilot boat was launched. The pilot, police and skipper went out to try and intercept the puffer. Unfortunately they were too late. The Puffer had run aground.
“The police arrested the only man on board… the engineer. The skipper wanted to try and save the boat but it was a falling tide and a slight swell was running, the probability was that she was holed.”
And what was the engineer’s explanation, when he was questioned? That he had arrived on board early, made a cup of tea and fallen asleep, woken two hours later and assumed the skipper and deckhand must be on board and turned in, and set off. Once he did so, though, he didn’t have a clue, on leaving the harbour, what direction to go in, and when he found the skipper was absent, panicked.
Clearly he was not believed – for he was charged with piracy, found guilty and given a jail sentence.
Nevertheless he always maintained his innocence, saying, it was not his “job to go round the pubs looking for the skipper”.
Despite efforts to refloat her the following day, her stern gear had been damaged and she was eventually written off as a total loss, though 118 tons of coal was salvaged. Pounded by the sea for nearly four decades, she is now split in two. The puffer’s plating has deteriorated and the wheelhouse no longer survives, but she remains now as a much-photographed landmark in the sea.
Taken from The Herald, By Vicky Allan
The late and still great Daniel Johnston didn't always know how to go about relating to people face to face but he did know how to ask the most important question.
We're in a really high panicked time where the coronavirus and information about the coronavirus is evolving every hour or faster. With schools closing and some restaurants and businesses, panic buying, and people told that they should be working from home if at all possible, these are dire times.
Definitely the scariest thing about this pandemic is that it seems now there are a high number of people who are asymptomatic in their 20s and 30s especially who are spreading this virus for others who are older and/or immunosuppressed. This is very different from what we were told initially, which was that if we weren't symptomatic, we were just find to carry on about our normal lives. So, if you can, please self quarantine even if you don't have symptoms.
www.cnn.com/2020/03/14/health/coronavirus-asymptomatic-sp...
In a time of self quarantine, we must ask ourselves how we will evolve as human creatures who happen to be social beings. I've always thought of Flickr as a space where I was lucky enough to see photos from around the world in a glance each day. I think we owe it to each other as artists and as humans to share with each other how we are spending this time of self quarantine and to comfort each other. I want to hear from you. I want to comfort you. I want to laugh with you. I want to cry with you.
I want to make sure you're ok. Hi, how are you?
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Here's the Daniel Johnson Hi, How Are You mural in Austin, Texas in 2007:
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The above photograph was taken in Philly in a much different time and space of reality and is myself with my partner, musician, painter, cat lover, drawer, and organic chemist, Cinchel.
May I wish you a very healthy and peaceful New Year, where there is light there is hope.🌞We will get through this.
Right, down to business, do you all remember the dear old fellow who moved into the village during 2019 called Walter Penrose, he fitted in well as he had the look of a rascal you know the type, rosy alcohol fuelled cheeks, big moustache, and a laugh to go with it, plus an interesting looking wine cellar, we like interesting looking wine cellars don’t we Horace.🐷😁🍷🍷🍷
Could you all move a bit closer to your radio as I have something that requires whispering, so keep it to yourselves please. Our Walter has been courting Dorothy Trethewey, yes the lady who is the President of the village runner bean growing society.💕
Just before Christmas Walter had gone to a quiet nearby market town in order to purchase a present for Dorothy, and no it wasn’t something for her bottom drawer.
With an item suitably purchased and gift wrapped by a very obliging shop assistant, Walter began walking back to his car when he panicked a bit as he could not find his car keys.🎁🎁🔑🔑
He recalled Dorothy telling him off on many occasions for leaving the keys in his car and it would serve him right if one day his car was stolen.
Well Walter got to the car park no car!🚙😱
So Walter phoned the Police, he was honest and said he had been a numpty, left the keys in the car and it had been stolen. 👮♂️🚔
Then poor old Walter had to make a very difficult phone call, (have you seen the blood drain from someones face in a millisecond, Walters did) yes to tell Dorothy that he had left his keys in the car and it had been stolen, there was quite a period of silence, in fact Walter thought Dorothy had cut him off. ☎️
Then the silence was broken, Dorothy shouted down the phone, “You idiot Walter are you kidding me, I dropped you off”.😡👹
Well poor old Walter did feel embarrassed and he went a bit sheepish, however he responded “my dear little sugar plumb pie could you collect me please”, to which Dorothy said “I will as soon as I can convince this policeman that I didn’t steal your car”.
Thank you so much for viewing my photos, the comments and banter are so appreciated, take care out there.
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If only you knew.
I miss having it.
today was one crazy day.
i panicked
i cried
i stressed out
i laughed
i smiled
and here i am now.
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this picture was so hard to do! i had to tape the ribbon in place and it kept coming off and stuff. boooo. >:( can you guys see the tape? haha :)
aww, thank you chantal for the cuuuute testimonial! ahhh, seriously i appreciate it so much! :) you're so so niceee!
ahhh, you flickr people always make my day.
thanks, you guys. reallyyy. :)
explore! #215.
thanks yall! :D
My rescue Hedgehog had topped 300g and had become totally nocturnal, and at night she was like a caged lion pacing around inside her box. So I decided yesterday that she was ready to taste freedom, although I had familiarised her with the garden many times. At about 9pm she emerged from her Hedgehog box and went straight to her feeding station, then she started wandering. I watched her eat her first snail, after which she excitedly self-anointed. I lost her for about 20 minutes, then she appeared right where my Badgers feed. I panicked and moved her back towards her box, but she was straight into the flower beds again. I searched the garden many times and could not see or hear her by the time I went to bed, so I was pretty sure she had left the garden through the special opening I had made. I was up at 6:30 to check the camera and after being missing all night, she had walked past the camera at 5:40am, then went straight into her box at 6:05am. So she survived her first night and was out and about for nine hours.
Woke up to this, Moon and Venus together over the barns just at the right moment, completely forgot about it, wrong lens, panicked shot as I'm on my way out the door on travels!
Fanad Peninsula, County Donegal, Ireland
For every new camera I’ve bought over the years ‘Fanad Head Lighthouse’ is my chosen spot for the first tester shots. Keeping with personal tradition I arrived with my new Nikon D850’ buzzing with excitement. Instead of going straight for the famous postcard scene photograph of this lighthouse, I climbed down to the lower rock face to this little rock pool oasis. It always makes me visualise a scene from a distant planet because of its colours & the high jagged rocks surrounding it. As you now know I’m “over the moon” with my new camera & cannot wait to get around all the new locations, in which I plan to bring you fresh scenes from throughout 2020 & beyond ☘️
Fanad Head Lighthouse was conceived as essential to seafarers following a tragedy which happened over 200 years ago. In December 1811 the frigate ‘Saldanha’ sought shelter from a storm. Sailing towards ‘Fanad’ as she frantically fought the raging wind and waves. Sadly, reaching the shore safely never happened and the ship was wrecked off the northern coast with all 250+ men on board.
Believe it or not the ship's captain ‘William Pakenham’ & his pet parrot made it safely to shore! But reportedly he died soon afterwards by the shock of ‘Poitin’ (Alcohol) poisoning which given to him by helpful locals. The poor parrot also met a sad end a week later when a local gamekeeper seen it in his garden. Unfortunately he didn't know what it was so he panicked & shot it 😲 Some people only think they have bad luck....
Soon after this tragedy the 'Fanad Head Lighthouse' was built to help guide ships and sailors safely on their journeys. Still in operation to this day, standing on a rocky outcrop on north Donegal's Wild Atlantic Way blinking its guiding light out to sea to aid ships past its inviting yet deceiving rocky waters.
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newly encarna.
i was so shock when my brother told me that the coronada visited a town near us. he told me that it can't be the callejera that he saw that time coz she is somewhat dark and her hair is different. but when i asked him what template is being used he txt me that is it the dome shaped gold and silver andas. gathering from the infos that he gave i knew that it was not the coronada... but i need to investigate. hehehe
i searched for the whereabouts of the pilgrim. after many visits to diff chapel in that town where my brother saw her i decided to head for the chancery, because i just cant find the callejera.
there at the chancery stood the coronada in her marvelous altar so i am totally correct that the coronada didn't leave her palace.
on my way home while riding a jeepney i heard the hymn of delos remedios being sung. i panicked... hahaha. i asked the driver to drop me off.
she is really there. her hair is made of abaca now. and her complexion is morena. she is still lovely but her face is somewhat a little bit sad yet still enigmatic. i personally love her previous encarna. but there is no doubt that she is still lovely...
she is not wearing anymore the earrings that we gave her, kaya di sya nakilala ng kapatid ko. but i'm so happy that the blue crystal rosary that i made for her is still the one she is holding.
viva virgen delos remedios!
Autumn already puttered out in the St. Vrain Valleys, even regarding many of my old originals I have been posting. I decided to edit this old original that's not really far into the Rockies but rather a view across the quarries just north of above Lyons. This befits all my Lyons, Apple Valley autumn series, location-wise. The Rockies stert standing up at Lyons. This is nothing but a snap of pondersos set off by foggy clouds that frosted everything. The stone is colonized by many species of lichens. a rude change of season! What a space in the shrinking inhabitable world!
Autumn gave up around here when we got a big dump af maybe a foot of snow in the valley, more in the Rockies. Everyone panicked over some sow but dare I tell them of the Rockies record - Snowmass, CO, 24 hrs, 96 inches - find shelter immediately as fast as you can move if this hits again.
I posted views of scenes up Apple Valley from Lyons, a particularly picturesque spot, some time ago and added recent shots looking up over the Olde South St. Vrain Road and abandoned quarry wreck dumped onto the county. That got me off on this tangent for a spell. The sun's working hard to sneak it's way onto this scene. Was Ceran St. Vrain, himself, ever here?
Pictures are everywhere at this spot. I threw this series in just as an example. I returned and found more of my favorite autumn shots at the vertical end to the Colorado plains. It's clear that random life can always manage a foothold on these cliffs. These are the finger prints of Colorado-tough, rough and tumble plant life. Here, I am once again adding to my massive stash of captures to edit. At least this is a smattering of green and I snapped away. Next?
Following an afternoon of exhibition drinking Betty Beswetherick, Trixie Trebillcock and Mrs Trebogus were staggering home when they spotted a horse quietly minding it’s own business.💃🍷💃🍷💃🍷 (It wasn’t our Hoof🐎)
Mrs Trebogus went over and started stroking the horse, like you do, then she got up and sat on it’s saddle, Trixie turned to Betty and said “I had no idea Mrs Trebogus was so good with horses” nor did I responded Betty.🐴👵👵
With that the horse went off slowly, Trixie and Betty were amazed at the horsemanship of Mrs Trebogus, they had no idea she could ride a horse.😱😱
Then to Trixie and Betty’s surprise Mrs Trebogus had it trotting and was in complete control, next with a masterly command of ‘giddy up’ she had the horse galloping albeit with a bit of a wobble, by this time the horse was flying, Trixie and Betty could not believe what they were seeing.🙈🙈
Suddenly Mrs Trebogus lost control of the reins and was hanging on to the horses neck for dear life, bless her with a skin full of beer on board she lost her grip, yet fortunately her foot got stuck in a stirrup, which left her head banging on the road.🍺🍺🍺😜
Betty panicked and screamed for help, with that the security man came out of Asda and switched the horse off.
Thank you for viewing my photos, the comments and banter are so appreciated, have a good weekend.
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Hurry up and wait. My appt was for 10:15. I was about 1/2 hr early - one never knows what traffic will be like. I never got in to see the ophthalmologist until 11:15 for my one week post op follow up.
So, my right eye will need a laser procedure in the dr said there is a bit of a film forming on the new lens - he said it happens. This of course makes me feel panicked. My left - the one I just had done last week has bit of inflammation - he is not to worried right now and I go back on 4 April for a check up. He said the pressure is good in both eyes.
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- Edgar Degas.
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While we were at Convict Lake looking for sunrise location, I had noticed a nice driftwood which I wanted to be part of my composition. But when I returned next morning I panicked as I couldn’t find any driftwood at the location and ended up taking my first shot with some boulders as foreground interest. So was followed was a frenzied search for any decent piece to driftwood and finally we found one about 50 meters away from where we found it the previous day.
One thing that came good from all this was that I managed to get a stronger ND grad out of the bag to take this shot. And managed to get a bit more color in the mountain peak. Also who knew driftwood could drift.
A City of Irvine Police officer panicked when I stopped to take this photo. This is the second time they tried to prevent me from stopping to take pictures.
I was trying to photograph these pigeons drinking water on the ground when they panicked and flew off. I had to crop this very closely to get a halfway decent photo.
You can see their wings (and a couple of sparklies) better here.
Run, Hide
Panicked and petrified
Run, Hide
Thunderstruck
Run, Hide
Good luck, You're fucked
There is no escape from paradise
Welcome everyone to this new episode of NSLS on the road.
Today we are gonna meet a super awesome SL artist.
He really can do magic when it comes to take photos and his images are always intense, perfect and stunning.
He can delight, amaze and inspire thousands of fans and followers.
Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to the incredible, "the king", "the Elvis Presley of SL photography": Mr. Ethan Lane Jaymes !
Cla: Hi Ethan! Thank you so much for accepting to be interviewed and for hosting this episode on your beautiful Tulum sim. I am truly honoured and happy!
Ethan: I am glad to be a part of it! I've been following the interviews since you started and it's amazing what other SL-ers have been doing and getting to know much more of them in depth. I love that you created this platform for us to be able to share a little more of ourselves beyond the pictures that we take.
C.: Aww I'm so glad you enjoy following my little talk-show. So now here you are, and I am very eager to know when and how your Second Life began!
E.: I think I first logged in 9 years ago when I was curious about an advertisement that I saw and created an account to explore this world. At that point, I was mostly jumping around sims, exploring and making new friends. Photography wasn't in my purview at that point, not til about 2 years after when I started to snap pics and create some works. However, due to real life reasons, I left abruptly and forgot all about SL.
When the pandemic started and we all started to work from home and obviously, due to the economic downturn and slow down, I remembered that I had an account here, relogged back in - and took months to update to the new mesh and boms that were around... and started to get back into photography here as well. Since then, there's been no turning back.
C.: How did you start to get interested into SL photography and how this passion grew up with time?
E.: I remember in the early days; I'd click into people's profiles and see their links to flickr and other social media sites. I explored that and thought it could be something I could do as a hobby as well. I'm a creative in real life, hence it felt like it could something I could pursue within SL.
Months later, I also got to learn about blogging through flickr - to be honest - I had NO idea that this world existed til I started reading about it and thought, hey why not, I'll try it out.
Since my first sponsor came on board, I've learnt that creators and their creations inspire me, and started to drive my photography in directions that I didn't know possible - more editing works, fantasy, sci-fi, stories and etc.
On top of that, I got to meet many other friends through photography/flickr and we got to collaborate and teach each other tricks and tips through sharing.
These layers really added to my growing passions and mostly, my eagerness to push myself more and grow.
C.: Can you reveal us two or three of the most important and significant milestones in your Second Life journey?
E.: Oh this is a tough one - I'd say firstly, meeting my partner Kaleb, which was really a chance meeting and how he pursued me even though I didn't want a relationship in SL. He broke down my walls and made me love again.
Second would be the creation of Tacoma Bay and now obviously, Tulum Reserve. The learning curve of building and land editing was something I didn't expect. I had to really pull from within on creating destinations and scenes - almost expanding a concept of a still photography shot into a full sim experience. It was hard but truly enjoyable.
Third would be starting blogging - only because this really pushed me into photography full time, it may be super tiring to do pictures all the time, but I am glad I use it as something to grow and not stay stagnant.
One funny last point - would be meeting Pengu - through one of his sudden asks to collab on his triple-R series. I decided to take the leap as I don't usually collab with random asks. And because of that, our dood-bruh-ship has been growing - and we have a little "crazy" now with Andie , Adianna and Kaleb - playing skipee, collabing on random photos and they have become my family in SL.
C.: You own and manage with your partner Kaleb Jaymes one of the most beautiful and popular SL sim: Tulum Reserve . How did this project come about? Is there a division of tasks between you and Kaleb about the management of the sim?
E.: As mentioned above, we had Tacoma Bay as a starter homestead to build. Before we decided to close it, Kaleb kept mentioning he'd like to build a Tulum in SL. I was resistant as it is a lot of work. However, one day I decided, heck, let's do it and we started from there.
Currently, we share all tasks equally as we are both quite busy in real life. So checking on prims, renters, our Wednesday Parties (with DJ Tony), cleaning up, orbs - it does take a fair bit of time.
C.: You are a highly requested and very popular blogger and blog manager. What are your tips to be a good blogger?
E.: lol!! No I am not highly requested. I do what I can really.
For me - I think the most important tip I can give is blog with your own Point of View. Be true and unique to what you want to do. I think we can emulate and learn from others, but I love just doing what I feel seems right for the shot-blog. Another tip would be, don't take too many brands - instead, learn, craft and grow. It's important that one enjoys blogging and taking photos like art vs work. Blogger burn out is a real thing!
C.: What do you like the most between taking pics and editing them?
E.: I have shared a few gyazos of my process as well as streamed my photos and edit process with my friends. To be truthfully honest, I am not a great editor. I spend a lot of time in world planning and setting up a shot, especially with WLs, light prims, backdrops and poses. When I shoot, it is almost 90% there and the editing is purely toning and light overlays etc.
I love the taking pics part because I can really explore angles and moods and different concepts when I am shooting. I also throw away a lot of shots after putting them in the flickr camera roll after a few days because I feel like it's not done the way I conceptualised it to be and start from scratch. That's the beauty of SL photography - it's unlimited in what you would like to create.
C.: Your spectacular talent is made of...?
E.: I'd say the way I see and conceptualise shots. I hope, and think - I have a vision that I follow through and I am quite clear on what I would like to achieve in photography. I usually can see it in my head before I shoot. So my go-to process is usually really fast.
It all comes together really quick. They call me speed demon. Hahah!
C.: I am not sure if it makes sense to ask you what's your favorite photo among hundreds of amazing photos you took. But here we go, which one would you pick?
E.: When I read this, I panicked. I love every pic I post but if I had to choose one - I'd say this one.
www.flickr.com/photos/ethanlane/52151798112/in/dateposted...
The reason for this -
This picture really represents what is most important to me in SL. My family and loved ones. It was such a fun shot as we couldn't stop laughing.
I also had to pose everyone, create energy through the shot, edit it etc - so it was super fun and challenging at the same time.
C.: In the end, would you like to ask yourself a question and give yourself an answer?
E.: Qn: Do you ever feel burnt out or run out of inspiration with photos and blogging? What do you do to continue?
Answer: Absolutely. I run a company in real life and I'm blessed to be able to manage my own time throughout the days.
However, like anyone who blogs would know, it is constantly difficult to keep being creative or think of new ways to shoot, or new techniques for editing.
I'm very time-limited when it comes to this, so I usually shoot and dash.
In my short time of being a blogger, at the start, I was truly eager to please my sponsors and everyone else - hence I gave and gave, regardless of how I felt. Now, I am much more selective and have dropped many sponsors that I felt I couldn't do justice with. Also - I sat back and re-evaluated why I was doing this in the first place - which was art and creativity.
I'm in a much better place now - I take breaks on and off. I let my creativity ebb and flow when I can, and that allows me to breathe, come back in and express myself more clearly. When the feelings flow, the creativity follows.
At the end of the day, SL is for enjoyment, not pain.
A very huge thank you, Ethan, for accepting my invitation and getting the time to make this interview despite your busy schedule. It was definitely awesome to know better about your amazing skills and personality!
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As Ana packs her bags for her send off tomorrow, her boyfriend, Thorne came to help her pack.
"Ugh, I always forget something. Do you think I brought enough Ramen? Or what about juice boxes?"
Anastasia's suitcase would be packed to the brim full of snacks and junk food, typical to how she packed for school. Maddy always promised her a care package when she ran low, so she would never understand why Ana was soo worried.
"I think you got enough, I mean you even put some in my trunk, and we don't even know if we will be in the same cabin." he gestured to his own trunk he brought to stay the next few nights and leave with Mikhail and the rest of the campers. "I will bring anything I see missing. I got my protean book." he began to chuckle, but then instantly stopped as he saw her in a scattered panicked mood. Thorne moved over and gently kissed the top of her head, "It will be okay,"
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69007 Richard Trevithick approaches Silt Drove level crossing on the east side of March, working 4H98 08.16 March Up Yard - Middleton Towers empty sand hoppers. [Pole, 4/6 sections (~5.4m)]
I'd originally planned to go to Welney Road at Manea again, and extend the pole by one more section (and possibly use a wider lens than previously), but then I remembered this spot. Knowing that this train doesn't normally set off more than a few minutes early (waiting for its correct path, behind a Peterborough to Ipswich "FLIRT"), I cut it slightly fine in getting here and was just setting up when the "FLIRT" appeared (and I panicked a little, as I thought it was 4H98!). I refined my standing position, and was considering whether to change to a wider lens (to show more of the houses) when I heard something that I knew was a 69.
With lots of rain the previous day but a higher than average temperature for this time of year, it had been quite misty when I woke up. There was lots of thin cloud around when I left home, but slightly further to the north it had thinned enough to light the scene adequately - although the sun was still quite weak.
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As a young man while hunting in the NZ bush I well remember a time when a native Pigeon sped past my head flipped onto its side to disappear down the hillside through a tangle of trees and vines.
Just as I was recovering from the near miss another speeding bullet like object repeated the performance but this fellow was a Falcon or bush hawk as we called them in those days.
He or she was in hot pursuit of that panicked pigeon.
I never saw the conclusion of the chase but judging from the occasional pile of feathers often seen it would appear likely this pigeon became a meal for its assailant.
This shot at Little Pic River east of Middleton, Ontario was a bit panicked due to a having to walk from where I parked and mis-judging the train's speed but it worked out OK.
CP 7022 "SD70ACU" nee CP 9146 SD90MAC
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▪Happy Flickr Friday Everyone!
Theme for this week is ARCHES!
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When I realized what today was I panicked and I said, "OH, I FORGOT FLICKR FRIDAY! WHA'TS THE THEME??"
..Then when I seen "arches".. I said, "OH THANK GOD! I already did it!
I actually did a dance, when I realized not only had I done it .. but it was ready to post and waiting for Friday. (Yes I'm posting early!)
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▪ I just thought that everyone should know that TODAY I had an amazing day..
I was so grateful for several different reasons today.. I felt it in my heart! A few times today, I found myself stopping to THANK THE GOOD LORD ABOVE.. For answering my prayers..
& Also for giving me the opportunity to do some things that I'm really grateful that I could do. I thanked God for putting me in the right place at the right time & touching my heart..
In turn, leading me to be able to do something that means the world to me.
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God is so great!
That is all that I want to say.
I hope you all have a beautiful weekend!
A less panicked shot than that of the intercity train from before, with 2063 003 hauling four tank cars from Solin (near Split) to Perković. This was to be the only freight I'd see that day - the afternoon freight never showed up. After the breakup of Yugoslavia, all 14 units went to the Croatian Railways, who renumbered them from 663 to 2063. Today, only two engines (this one and the 014) remain in service. Prgomet, 07-08-2025.
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You know how it goes, one look out the window, and the sky looks bleak. You almost talk yourself out of going but something inside you resists the voice of reason telling you to go back to bed.
As you drive to the location you see a faint blush of colour in the East. You start thinking ”Maybe, just maybe”. By the time you pull up and park, that blush has transformed into a purple glow and you’re now cursing yourself for not getting up 40 minutes earlier.
Panicked and rushed, you drag your poorly arranged camera bag, leave the car and then shamble down the sketchy rock face with reckless abandon. You’re cursing that 2kg telephoto lens, 2 jackets, and a boatload of pointless accessories that won’t be needed for this shoot.
Your heart is racing as you think “Will I get set up in time before this light show fades off?”.
With trembling hands, you yank the camera out of the bag, slap it on your tripod, and breathe a sigh of relief. This is short-lived as the ‘memory card full’ warning diminishes your chances of getting your shit together in time for this fleeting moment.
You also realize you just dropped your lens cap in the wet sand, that’s just great.
You clumsily fumble for a crusty old memory card that still has some videos of the Faroe Islands circa 2019 but there’s a smidge of space left on it, so you accept it.
Just as you’re focusing on your first composition the light goes into overdrive while all earthbound subjects begin to glow an almost eerie red colour. That’s the moment that your battery (currently at 19%) decides to give up the ghost and breathe its last breath.
You stomp over to the camera bag in a fit of rage, plop the battery out of your B camera, stomp back to the camera on the tripod and switch out the battery. At this point, you can’t decide if you’re enraged or enraptured, the two emotions war within you as you finish framing up your first shot.
You shoot that first frame, check the focus, and then decide you are indeed enraptured, rage swiftly forgotten.
Like a maniac, you rattle off several frames, making adjustments to the composition while muttering to yourself and occasionally punching the air in exuberant joy. You hear a ”Wow” from your loved one who’s just decided to leave the warmth of the car to join you on the beach so you turn around and give her the manic grin of triumph.
It’s a golden moment that you’ll cherish for the rest of your life.
These are the moments that we live for. As frustrating and dangerous as they sometimes might be, it’s impossible to live a full life without some element of risk or sacrifice.
Bagging the shot is just part of what I call ‘The Landscape Photographers Condition‘. The rest is that inner war, that delicate balance between crushing disappointment and ecstatic success, and also that indomitable spirit that we all share.
No matter how many times we make the walk of shame, it’s those rare golden moments of spectacular light, perfect tides, and fumbling fingers that make life worth living.
Hopefully, that resonates with you.
This is one of the rare times I showed up to a location well ahead of time, and got a nice little reward for it. I got to the lake to shoot the Milky Way, but got there while the sun was still out. Thought I would take my time, find a composition I liked while there was light out. After finding my comp, I went back to the truck and prepared dinner and as I was eating, some clouds rolled in as the sun was setting and then boom! The sky lit up with all these beautiful colours. So I panicked a little and drank the rest of my spaghetti, there was no time to chew it down and then ran back to the spot I found a bit earlier to snap a few stills.
This is a focus stack of 2 images shot with the following settings
14 mm
2/5 seconds
f8
ISO 64
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Sometimes you see a photograph and it compels you to visit a place. When you get there, you know you won't get the same type of photo, but you'll probably try anyway.
After seeing a photo of a cormorant fisherman, most likely on the Li River, I decided I wanted to go there and photograph that. Sure enough, that's what I did. I was pretty happy with the result, but it wasn't all fun and games in the attempt to get it.
Myself and Greg had been staying with Fun Sam in Yangshuo, Guilin when we mentioned that one of these aforementioned fishermen were on our list of things to photograph. He knew of just the spot, but told us we'd have to get up early. After making him get up and drive us around at 04:00 for couple of days now, he soon realised that this would be no problem for us.
We arrived on location around 04:30 and this fisherman arrived out of the darkness from seemingly nowhere. This was just before sunrise in a reasonably remote location, so light was certainly not abundant. I got my camera out and decided to shoot with the 50mm, as it was so dark. I ended up shooting wide open. At about ISO 6400.
This is when the problems started. Because of the temperature, my lens was completely misted up. I wiped it clean and it misted up almost immediately. I rolled off a few shots, but it was hopeless. I kept trying to get a few exposures, while also getting my other lenses out and wiping them down. The fisherman was getting ready to head off and this was a race against time!
After a few average shots with the 50, I bailed and went for the wide angle. This had started to clear somewhat, partly due to my wiping and partly due to the changing conditions. I ran down to the water's edge, probably getting my trainers soaked in the process and snapped away as he backed off from the shore.
This was such a panicked shoot. Probably the one of the most heart-racing ones I've done so far, as I wanted this shot so much. I reviewed the shots later and I was very happy with a lot of the ones I managed to capture.
Something that I really like about this shot, apart from the obvious, is the fantastic diagonal line that has been fortuitously formed by the pole held by the fisherman and the slope of the karst mountain behind him.
I managed to capture another angle using my phone. It's not as good, but I enjoyed taking a lot of mobile shots on that trip; the benefits being instant results and also being able to keep people back home updated (especially as Facebook and Twitter are blocked in China). If you want to keep track of my mobile shots, feel free to follow me on Instagram.
I hope you enjoy this shot; it ended up being a lot of mental and physical effort!
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The St Marie's River Railroad local crosses a former Milwaukee Road trestle on it's way to the interchange with the Union Pacific at Plummer Jct ID. Trudging through 3 feet of snow up a fire road in order to get this shot was an arduous task at best and I was following my friend's footprints as faithfully as possible too. To add insult to injury, I fell and my camera landed in a snow bank just as the train approached the trestle. I panicked for a second until I realized to just remove the UV filter and lens hood from the lens since the train was going less than 10mph at this point. 3/13/2019.
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i went to paris, did a lot of exploring, and quite a lot of shooting, and, to protect my pictures, i saved them in both a netbook and an external disk. for my trip home, i put them in a cute little netbook bag, along with various cables and accessories, and our passports.
how's that for intelligence..?
so, when i arrived in athens airport and had collected our baggage, i promptly left the netbook in a chair and left.
i had just finished up with the weekly groceries when i realized it was gone.
and i panicked.
thankfully, mr.G kept his cool and called the airport... they connected him with airport police and -- oh, joy -- security had found the bag and collected it.
Haha, not really - Flynn would HATE to be a Jungle Collie - there would be far too many pokey, scratchy, spiky plants & buzzy, bitey, stingy insects around for his liking, not to mention Flynn dislikes both very heavy rain & hot weather (he's such a little fusspot)!! However, Flynn does enjoy slinking through the ferns in our local woods, & watching him reminds me of a creepy, sneaky little jungle cat :)
As you can probably tell, Flynn takes his herding, stalking games really seriously - although his focus is very specific. Flynn stalks me - or whichever human we're walking with, who has got his toy. I've never seen Flynn stalk up on an another animal, not once. Cows get eyed, with extreme suspicion - he expects me to deal with them! He's been around sheep many times & if they're at a distance, he ignores them... if they're super close & stomping at us (sheep speak for "back off!"), the most Flynn will do is lunge at them (in a panicked "argh, no YOU back off!!" response!). Small animals - squirrels, rabbits, pheasants might get chased from time to time but it doesn't appear to have occurred to Flynn that he could try creeping closer first! Quite a few border collies I've known like herding other dogs... but again, Flynn has no interest in that (which I'm pleased about - not every dog appreciates having a wild-eyed little stalker circling them!). I'm even more relieved Flynn's never taken into his head that he should "herd" traffic...that is one fairly common border collie habit which is definitely not fun!!
I have gotten a lot of invitations to join the "We Hate New Flickr" groups. I have gotten a lot of general inquiries about how to customize the settings. I don't know why....I just have.
So...here it is....
It's really not that different. I panicked at first when all the comments I had made had popped up but when I clicked on the button that says "more recent activity" I went to another page where there is a button that says "Activity Settings". All you have to do is click on that and you can customize what you do and what you don't see. It's actually far more functional that the old home page and the only real difference that I've seen is there are more contact photos and the list appears on the left instead of the right... Now perhaps I'm missing something horrid but I haven't found it yet!
It leaves me mystified at the unbending nature of people....change seems to freak everyone out! Fad causes come and go people...pick your causes by what is important and not by what is new. Now that being said...STOP BUYING BOTTLED WATER AND EVERYONE GO READ THESE ARTICLES which should scare the hell out of all of us! www.newint.org/ Plastic really IS forever.
Get ready for the onslaught of photos I took of this flock of sandpipers. Although the sun wasn't as bright as I'd like due to the wildfires smoke, I thoroughly enjoyed being surrounded by this large flock of probably over 2000 sandpipers. Their calls and the whirring of wings as they panicked and settled back down was like music to my ears. For a brief moment in time, I was living inside one of the greatest spectacles on earth!
Well, I think it’s time to start sharing something new. Something I honestly like quite a bit.
The Norway trip I took this summer - weather wise - has been terrible. Like, terrible. Most of the days all I got was a light drizzle and dull grey skies. Don’t get me wrong, you can shoot in every kind of weather - but you know.. Sometimes it’s also nice to get some decent light, or at least a resemblance of it.
After a week of either grey or cyan skies, on the same usual light rain me and @martifrn started the hike, not seeing the horizon and thinking it was just another day of bad weather.
While hiking up though, I started to notice a clearing just above the horizon. I was pumped, I knew that if that opening stayed till sunset I’d get some nice light.
We continued the hike and my eyes were fixed on the horizon, afraid that it could cover up.
Arrived on top a bit early - the sky was still good and I could start to see the first colors on the clouds; I started trying different compositions, as the place is offering a gorgeous 360 view all over the fjords of Senja.
The light show starts: I was prepared and unprepared at the same time! I found a nice composition, thinking of having some good light, but not THAT good - and then rainbows started to appear all over the sky and I panicked!
This rainbow in particular didn’t last more than one minute - just the time to do this pano and it was gone. I still have chills thinking about that moment!
You know the best thing about all of this? We were completely alone. Literally not a single soul in sight. I’m definitely not the first one to shot this place, but in these days having a location all for yourself is a “luxury” that became more and more rare, and made me appreciate that moment even more. I really hope you will enjoy!
📍Senja, Norway, 2022
When an eagle flies low over the canal there is a flurry of panicked wings in the air. This eagle however is obediently following the wife to their nest inland.
Waiting.......
Some of you might not like this one! That guy was very helpful. I can't speak Italian and the penultimate train didn't show despite being listed on the electronic board. Had one more chance to catch the last train back, otherwise would miss the flight home early next morning. He explained to me how it all worked and how you knew the listed train wasn't going to show. Only slightly panicked!
Squirrel is so used to sharing the deck with me that he more or less ignores me when I'm taking photos of him. This moment is him pausing his acorn snack and reacting to a bunch of panicked Blue Jays giving warning calls after an overflight by a large raven startled them. Taken with an old Sony Cybershot DSC-H1 I just bought at a thrift store. Not a bad old camera.
With sad news, this sweet beautiful soul passed away on Tuesday. He had been battling heart disease for a while now. He also had a semi collapsed trachea. On this day he was breathing a bit hard, he had some of those kinds of days. He followed me around and seemed to be normal for him but still breathing hard. I had plans for the afternoon to meet a friend so when I left I took him downstairs to hang out with my husband. I was gone for 2 hours. When I got home he was a bit panicked and I could see on his face he was relieved I was home. I called the vet right away and they sent me to the emergency vet. On the way there he was breathing harder with more difficulty. By the time we arrived, he had gotten worse. He was looking into my eyes like he was saying goodbye. I saw the light leave him as he took his last breath. He was gone when I took him into the building. My sweet boy had passed. He has given me so many years of love, laughter and joy. He greeted me with his sweet smile everyday. My heart hurts for him I will always love him and miss him. I hope you have all enjoyed his smiling face as much as I have 💔🌈🐾
WWT Slimbridge - Estuary Tower.
The Wigeon is a medium-sized duck with a round head and small bill. The head and neck of the male are chestnut, with a yellow forehead, pink breast and grey body. In flight, Wigeons show white bellies, male Wigeons also have a large white wing patch. Wigeons breed in central and northern Scotland and also in northern England. Many birds visit the UK over winter from Iceland, Scandinavia and Russia. With large numbers of wintering birds at a few UK sites, it is an Amber List species. (RSPB).
Easily panicked is the Wigeon. This is a large group of wigeon settling down again after who knows what set them off! They only moved about 20 feet! (Just over 6m). At one point they where walking on land in a vee formation, the bravest of them leading the way… then something would spook them and it was back to the water, quick as you like.
Close up of Wigeon here: www.flickr.com/photos/images_from_nature/53596095137/in/a...
My thanks to anyone who views, faves or comments on any of my photos. It is much appreciated.
Man builds,
and throws away
Man compels man to suffer
for unnecessary goals
and neglects essential ones
Man learns the secrets of nature,
and uses them to enslave nature
as nature enslaves man.
Ruining in glory,
mending in shame
A confused and panicked struggle
The dance in a web.
Yes, its Bruce again! No, I wont stop posting images of him!
This absolute barnstormer of a sunrise coincided with me randomly deciding to head into this wood after I had taken my Mini s drone for its maiden flight nearby. From above I could see the mist was pushing into this small wood and figured there might be a small chance of some rays. Well, I got rays! More rays than a Star Wars space battle in fact. It was the most panicked I have ever been as a photographer, running round this tree-I use the word running but when you have the knees of an 80 year old its more like a drunk pirates staggering gait as he tries to stumble his way back to his hammock-trying to grab as many compositions of it as I could. Literally 5 minutes later the light and the mist were both gone and I was stood in the clearing next to Bruce with a huge grin on my face and my knees creaming at me to go home!
Just as I thought this was yet another fruitless trip from this location, the colours started filling in on the thin layer of clouds behind. I panicked as the colours grew more and more intense, and people were still walking on the sidewalk. Thankfully, a kind couple stopped for me to take the shot in time.
I went to Burray a drive to see the whales, panicked a bit as I didn't know if I'd get back across here as it was rough driving through and the tide was rising. Realised I didn't actually care that much if I saw a whale and I'd rather take photos of waves and clouds anyway ! This was after i got back across and not long before they were closed until it got safer. There have been many instances of car windscreens being smashed by waves coming over
I was taking various shots of this scene when a young couple came out of the registry office nearby with their parents. They asked my Mrs to take a Polaroid for them, she panicked a little and called me to take the shot which I did. I also offered to take some shots for them on my DSLR, which they were more than happy to pose for. Think I took about twenty or so shots for them and created forty different crops from these which I created that night to send to the groom via WhatsApp and email. Needless to say he was happy. I was glad my Mrs and I bumped into this young couple just beginning married life together and being a small part of their love story. Hopefully they will always remember our small act of kindness. It's always nice to be nice.