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Perhaps no glorious sunset or sunrise over Vestahorn, but plenty of low hanging clouds can make for nice pictures too.
This curious, young red squirrel seems to be wondering about the contents of the pot. Are the flowers good to eat? Or - are there, perhaps, some peanuts in there, too?
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Inspired by Doris Day - Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps
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Perhaps Jennifer sensed we were bored, because she suddenly loaded us into our oversized bus for a ride out of town to a tea plantation; this excursion was not on our itinerary, surprise, surprise, it was another commercial and sales opportunity
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The climate in Guilin is subtropical and quite humid, 2 million years ago it was the floor of an ancient sea, which we were told gave rise to the amazing shaped mountains around the city. Outside the city there are tea plantations on the flat ground between the odd shaped mountains.
Another surprise, we were taken to a government run tea research institute, complete with tea plantation and tourist trap. First we were taken to see tea bushes at close quarters under a misty sky.
Next to a small room where a woman brewed different varieties of tea, and we sipped samples. None was a patch on my tea bags back home, but there you go. Then there was the inevitable visit to the sales room where tea, tea pots, tea sets and tea trash was hawked at inflated prices. Bored and disillusioned, I sat outside on the verandah where I was kept under close surveillance by a minder.
“Accept what life offers you and try to drink from every cup. All wines should be tasted; some should only be sipped, but with others, drink the whole bottle.”
― Paulo Coelho, Brida
La Ceja, Colombia; Central Andes; 2.300 meters above sea level.
Saltator atripennis
(Black-winged Saltator / Saltador de alas negras)
The Black-winged Saltator is a fairly common resident of humid montane forest on the west slope of the Andes from southern Ecuador to northern Colombia. It is more difficult to see than some other species of saltator, perhaps due to its preference for the canopy and its avoidance of clearings.
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Perhaps the most consistently attractive habitat in North America to wintering snowy owls in modern times may be airports, which not only tend to have the flat, grassy characteristics of their preferred habitats but also by winter host a particular diversity of prey, both pests which rely on humans as well as wildlife attracted to the extensively grassy and marshy strips that dot the large airport vicinities.
Pisac, Peru
Pisac is perhaps best known for its Incan ruins, known as Inca Písac, which lie atop a hill at the entrance to the valley. The ruins are separated along the ridge into four groups: P'isaqa, Inti Watana, Qalla Q'asa, and Kinchiraqay.[3] Inti Watana group includes the Temple of the Sun, baths, altars, water fountains, a ceremonial platform, and an inti watana, a volcanic outcrop carved into a "hitching post for the Sun" (or Inti). The angles of its base suggest that it served to define the changes of the seasons.[4] Qalla Q'asa, which is built onto a natural spur and overlooks the valley, is known as the citadel. (Wikipedia)
Días de fulgor vivo en la intemperie
de los cuerpos: aceros convertidos
al silencio del ácido:
noches desdichadas hasta la última harina:
estambres agredidos de la patria nupcial
Pablo Neruda
perhaps this week should be a series, as this would already make it day 2 of *spontaneous shots from a moving vehicle*.
or not.
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Previously unpublished archive shot from February 2019.
The blown out background sometimes impossible to avoid in a city grid at higher latitudes and perhaps why this shot was left in the archive so long. Enjoy.
For the full story see photos before this one.
Many thanks for your visits, kind comments and faves, very much appreciated.
Perhaps one of the most common birds in the US, and one I take for granted or rather ignore because they are so plentiful. When I see a gull, it is most likely a ring-billed. It is the gull I have to scan to see if a desirable outlier might be among the ring-bills.
However, I have decided to photograph the ultra common birds, too, so I thought I would begin a gull series with this ever-present bird.
I found this guy on the shores of Lake Huron.
Perhaps the butterfly is proof that you can go through
a great deal of darkness yet become something
"Beautiful"
SMALL HOUSE
Small house, but throw a ball through it some time
and it becomes quite large. See all those metres,
aren’t they ours? And stroll perhaps as if
you don’t know where you’re going: space is
stretching out and yawns between the walls. Behold:
the wandering that binds the rooms together
has been painted white. There are some stairs,
a hat stand in the cupboard, doors. As if
by accident it lies there like a country
lane, where roads determine goal and starting
point and not the other way around. If you
go out for bread and then return you’ll see
that we can organise a picnic. Quick!
Go now! The shrinking can’t be far away.
Mark Boog
Translation: Willem Groenewegen
Havinng a splashing time celebrating my umpteenth bath day in the company of my eldest granddaughter, back in 2004. Of course there were no masks in those "happy days".
Tip of the day :
In order to achieve this astonishing effect, you’ll need an olympic-size bathtub with loads of suds (or snow if you're into¹ snow bathing) and you’ll also need a beautiful granddaughter! Now if you happen to be a beautiful granddaughter, then you may be looking for a granddad but, not to worry, they’re two a penny² these days.
The picture was taken by her father who was 'filling the gap', so to speak! I just titivated it a bit and called it mine; so it's not exactly a selfie but every bit as good as. It is therefore signed Kittymax & Son, he took the photo and I salvaged it but don't tell him I said that for heaven's sake!
Zoom right in, on full screen, but don't fall in!
Scroll down the page a little to see the original, patriotic version: Red, White ans Blue! Perhaps a little too patriotic; hence the B&W.
Take great care and many, many thanks for calling,
Colin ...
¹ to be into something = aimer faire quelque chose
² to be two (or ten) a penny = courir les rues
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Perhaps it's the amazing amount of moisture we received this Spring but for whatever reason the yucca are exploding with blossoms like I've never seen! Boulder, Colorado.
perhaps this is one of my favorite situations of my work, when a hundred years of life in one click of the camera shutter.
The story develops by itself, it remains only to silently smoke outside the edge of the frame ..
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"..The Old Rock has always been here. But there were many worries, and I looked through it.. When we are young we all run.. Now my children and grandchildren drive cattle themselves. Having grown old, I look at these stones all the days, sitting in front of the yurt.."
They are bound, the old rock, and the old woman. Bound in this desert for a century. Soon the woman will leave, and the eagles nesting on this rock will peck at her body in the desert among these stones, as her mother and father too..
In the corral behind the yurt, a small white kid is closed.. he always wants to run... And a little boy, great-grandson, constantly runs away from the old woman to him too,
He is dressed in the clothes of a small girl - Spirits should not know for the time being..
- he is the heir of this old yurt, near the Old Rock
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filmed on Fuji CU21 S-1600 and scanned
This was a small metal plate about 3x4 inches (7x10cm) nailed on a telephone pole. It was the only one in the area, and I'm not sure what it was pointing to since there was nothing below except weeds.
THE SEEKER
I am in a house, I know it well, but I have never been there before. There is no light, just me. The halls are empty, it is without life, without the things to bring it to life, no pictures, no tables, no chairs. It is a bleak house, dark, shadows, and even the light that seeps through the cracks, is dark. In the middle of the room there is foreboding, it is under the floor. I feel my hair stand on end.
I look to the door, the door, into which one must never go.
I stand and know that I can't run, I can't hide, because the dark of the house, is outside too. And I know it's time to leave, but I find myself walking, walking toward the door, the door that I must never open, as it leads to the room, the room into which one must never go.
I am sweating, I want to call out, I am trying to scream, it's primal, but there is no sound, there is no voice. I am unable to call for help. I try to move my arms, but they are frozen.
I am though the door, the room that vibrates with fear, darkness - something is moving in the secret passage, the secret passage that lies beyond the room. It is a narrow corridor, and I am bending to walk into the passage, and it leads to a room above the house, in the attic, I feel the cold, it is icy, and I fear for my very soul - I feel the negative energy that seeping into my skin. I am trying to shout, trying to leave, trying to turn away, wanting to run. A shape emerges out of the wall, it comes to me, draining all the goodness from me, and I feel terrible fear and dread, I want to fight it, but I am helpless, I am powerless, I can't move, but I know now, I must face it, I must fight for my life, and every fibre in me is screaming - and I remember .
I have been here before, and it is always the same, when the presence comes I wake up screaming and sweating, my pulse is racing. I have been through this many times before, and I am shaking and quaking, but I realize - despite these confrontations - I do not wake up dead, just terrified, and I begin to feel that perhaps, perhaps, these is no danger here. I have spent nights telling myself before I fall asleep that if this dream comes to me again, meet fear with love.
Now I know I was dreaming. I am out of the icy house. I am awake, lying in my bed. I am calmer now, I try to move, but nothing happens. I can't move anything, but I can see my room, and I feel a rising panic, and I feel the icy cold. There is someone standing at the end of my bed, staring at me. I am trying to scream and move my arms, to wake up, nothing happens. I see him standing clearly in my room, he has followed me here .
Now I will need to fight, but I can’t move, and he can, what are the rules in this situation, I am powerless. It is terrifying. Move !, Move !, Run ! Nothing. Then I remember “Do not get angry, that gives it power”. I stop struggling, start to calm down. He isn’t moving or doing anything, he never has, he just stands there.
"Hi", I think to myself.
"Can you hear me" it says in a sweet peaceful voice.
Oh that's great, he isn't even hostile, he’s doing his best not to terrify me and here I am like a wild animal, scared of the unknown, that's just great. He has been coming to talk to me, to give me wisdom -but his presence has seemed so terrifying , that he can’t even talk to me. I guess he has been coming and waiting patiently for me to meet him with love, not anger and fear. Well this is embarrassing.
I didn't expect a dialog, and I am now wanting to wake up. It's not fear this time, this guy had a very calm and gentle voice, but James Bond just climbed through my window and I sensed things were only going to go downhill from here.
Note to self, you got to do something about the quality of your dreams - oh, and thanks for the lesson in love and fear.
PS - The next day, many, many years ago - we went swimming with friends in mountain pools. The river water in Africa is dark and you can’t even see your feet in the water. We swam across a large, deep pool. I jumped into a big pothole at the end of the pool. There was a waterfall crashing into one side of it and the sandy bottom felt soothing on my feet. No one else wanted to jump in, and I realized, I had forgotten to be scared. The dream sequence has never returned.
PPS – Lucid dreaming is common, and trying to wake up during a nightmare is too – the immobility comes from your body preventing you from sleepwalking in response to dream situations – so it can feel disturbing while dreaming, but it is a good self preservation mechanism that is there to protect you from real harm. So the fear is gone and I am happy to dream on. And I work with dreams and treat them as an active state. If something is bugging you, think about it before you sleep, it can help resolve while you are off to never, never land
© G P F for All images and text, please do not use without my express permission. From THE Book That Dreams.
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Perhaps the first time the juvy Green Heron had seen a telephoto lens, at the mouth of Horsepen Bayou.
“Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt hollow and empty and aching.”
― Juliet Marillier, Daughter of the Forest
Music Video Adele "Someone Like You"
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Taken at Kuroshima "Slum Mansion"
Perhaps not immediately apparent what the message is...but a clue is...it is within a few hundred yards from the beach...
irritierend, vielleicht, wen wundert es, dass diese Biblithek von Santiago Calatrava stammt ... aber vielleicht irritiert euch die Abweichung innerhalb der elliptischen Form, die es weder dem Fotografen noch dem Betrachter einfach macht, denn man sucht vergeblich nach einer Spiegelung um eine Mittelachse ;-) ...
irritating, perhaps, who is surprised that this biblitheque is from Santiago Calatrava ... but perhaps irritates you the deviation within the elliptical shape, which makes it easy neither for the photographer nor for the viewer, because you look in vain for a reflection around a central axis ;-)
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According to our homemade recording box—Cornell's BirdNet Sound ID—we have a quite a few Pine Siskins at the feeders this year.
(Most all birds but ravens tend to stop twittering when we head outside.)
Also from the allaboutbirds.org site;
"Flocks of tiny Pine Siskins may monopolize your thistle feeder one winter and be absent the next. This nomadic finch ranges widely and erratically across the continent each winter in response to seed crops. Better suited to clinging to branch tips than to hopping along the ground, these brown-streaked acrobats flash yellow wing markings as they flutter while feeding or as they explode into flight. Flocks are gregarious, and you may hear their insistent wheezy twitters before you see them."
Great to see these little ones again. Would see them in winter months with Common Redpolls irrupting when we lived in Alaska.
(The weather had been cloudy and possibly rainy when I began…then a spot of sun appeared.)
Credit for the composition here must go to Gladys, a new friend & fellow photography enthusiast, who spotted this handsome Fallow buck on this rocky outcrop. Maybe he was using the high ground to survey his patch, keeping an eye out for females, or rival males, perhaps.
Bradgate park in Leicestershire - Oct 2015.
Perhaps the most characteristic architectural theme in Provence is the window chutter. they are used to keep out the heat from the sun, the insects, and the winds of the Mistrals (periods of winds and clear skies that occur in Winter and Spring). This is an image of an old chutter that has wood that fadded into different shapes and colors. Most more modern homes (restored) have painted over such shutters.
LARGE IS BEST
Perhaps the ultimate Venice view: eastwards along the Grand Canal from the Ponte dell'Accademia towards the Santa Maria della Salute Church. This was taken on a bright winter midday.