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Perhaps the great mystery of the universe is not the invisible, but the visible.
A very difficult photography that required a long processing work. At high iso and without PS, random noise became the main technical issue to solve.
Perhaps a side-door to salvation?
I loved the architecture and stone colours in Stamford... I'd go back in a minute.
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Kudos to the birders who figure out who these drifters are and then take the trouble to help other birders find them.
This guy was way off his patch.
"While today’s vagrant might be tomorrow’s model citizen, destined to become a colonizer and perhaps an established resident, as Grinnell (1922) asserted, most vagrants might be viewed as “failed colonization attempts”. Newton (2008: 267–299) summarized quite well the various explanations of the causes of vagrancy put forward over the past century or so. They include: normal dispersal over long distances, population growth or expansion, drift by winds, migration overshoots, deviant directional tendencies (right time but wrong direction), mirror-image migration, and reversed direction migration. While all explanations probably play a role and explain the occurrence of some vagrant individuals, we address the latter three explanations as they likely involve the vast majority of landbirds. The mirror-image misorientation theory, originally developed by DeSante (1973), and described by Diamond (1982), proposed that vagrants are misoriented by confusion of right and left in relating an inherited migration direction to a compass reference direction. Mirror-image misorientation theory accounts for observations made by DeSante (1983a) that in certain situations large-angle misorientations seem more frequent than small or intermediate deviations from the normal migration course (Alerstam, 1990). Misorientation by the wind has long been suggested as a cause of accidentals (Austin, 1971), but Thorup et al. (2012) found differently, as the authors used radio telemetry to track individual migratory flights of several species of songbirds from the Faroe Islands, approximately halfway between Norway and Iceland, far west of their normal migration route. Birds with expected easterly and south-easterly migration direction departed westward out over the Atlantic Ocean, indicating that these birds are actively flying in the “wrong” direction and that their occurrence is not caused by wind drift. However, on Attu Island, in the Aleutian Islands off Alaska, Hameed et al. (2009) found statistical evidence that the occurrence of spring Asian vagrants on this North Pacific island were correlated with storm winds from the west."
Perhaps some of the graffiti artists adorning this abandoned house were inspired by Jackson Pollock.
If you have been wondering where exactly is the back of beyond I can confirm for you that I drove through it on my trip to the US recently and if you need specific directions just send me an email.
So this shot was taken on the road from Mexican Hat in Monument Valley on my way to St. George, Utah. Nothing and nobody for miles and miles and miles and miles on end ....until this appeared . I was so excited to have something, anything, appear that I skidded the mustang to a halt to have a look. Initially I thought it was a 'bus' stop (!!) , a shelter perhaps - however no shade . Then it had the 'viewing' window which looked out on to a whole load of more nuthin' . It then occurred to me that perhaps it was the viewing area for some 'experiements' in the desert...am I going out a limb in the back of beyond to even suggest this ???? Any ideas ?
Perhaps I'm just not looking hard enough, but I don't see many Collared Doves around my usual shooting spots. This one sat silently in the shade of a riverside tree, just a few meters ahead of me as I walked past looking our for Herons and Cormorants. It let our a song just as I pulled the camera up to my eye.
Life finds a way. In the deepest, darkest reaches of our oceans, on the flanks of soaring mountains, in lands devoid of water, frozen worlds of ice, searing temperatures and toxic environs, life finds a way. And when it does, it is humbling, breathtakingly beautiful. For an all too brief moment, an ivory gull rests on a blue cathedral of serrated ice, before it flies off, the astonishing beauty gone, perhaps forever. Scoresby Sund, East Greenland.
Perhaps this is happiness : to be in peace, with love, together.
And to walk together towards the future
Dalla mi di Steven McCurry a Genova
Dedicata
Perhaps the rarest insect I am ever likely to find!
The critically endangered Tansy Beetle was re-discovered at Woodwalton Fen NNR in 2014 after a gap of 40 years. Until its re-discovery in Cambridgeshire it was only found along the banks of a 30km stretch of the River Ouse around York.
Stitched image.
Apollonia was perhaps the most important of the several classical towns of the same name. It was founded around 600 BC by Greek colonists from Corinth and possibly Corcyra, who established a trading settlement on a largely abandoned coastal site by invitation of the local Illyrians. Corinthian colonial policy seems to have been relatively liberal, focused on resource extraction for the support of their homeland, rather than exploitation or expulsion of the local Illyrian population. Apollonia gradually gained political independence from Corinth and was organized as a polis under an oligarchic system. Aristotle describes Apollonia's oligarchy as a small Greek elite class, largely descended from the original colonists, ruling over a largely local Illyrian population.
From the second century BC Apollonia allied itself with the Roman Republic, which maintained a military base there for a time. The city flourished in the Roman period, housing a renowned school of Greek philosophy, rhetoric, and military training which attracted students from across the empire. Augustus, the first Roman emperor, studied at Apollonia in his youth. The city began to decline in the 3rd century AD when its harbor started silting up as a result of an earthquake. It was abandoned in the 4th century AD.
Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apollonia_(Illyria)
Caddo Lake, Uncertain, Texas, USA
On the first morning of Sapna’s workshop we set off on a boat before sunrise. The start time had to be changed at short notice when it was realised the clocks in Texas went back an hour the night before - a week later than here in the UK.
With Capt. Rich at the helm the 7 of us (6 Participants and Sapna) set off to see what was out on the bayou. For a few seconds on the way out we thought there might be some mist but our hopes were soon dashed. With not a cloud in the sky we knew we would get nothing interesting from it so after a bit of searching we settled on trying to get a sunrise between a group of trees. “Can you stop here please Rich.?”, Can you back up a bit please Rich?”, “Can you move us a bit to the left please?”, Can you turn the engine off please Rich and let us drift a bit”......and so it went on! Capt. Rich must have been used to this as I gather he’s done workshop trips for Sapna before but I did admire his forbearance. Perhaps it wasn’t just coffee in that flask he was drinking from.
Now as you may appreciate even with the engines off a boat is rarely completely stationary. It tends to drift, even if very slowly, so all 7 of us trying to line ourselves up in exactly the right place for where we thought the sun would rise isn’t easy and, of course, moving positions when the boat is drifting just makes things worse. When you are trying to get a shot like this, doing so from a drifting/bobbing boat is not ideal to say the least. So this is basically my excuse for not getting the sun dead centre of the image which I admit was my aim. I shot several images attempting to get a sunstar but only two shots showed any sign of a sunstar and this was the best of the two. I particularly like the backlit Spanish Moss. I admit I’ve tried to clean the image up by removing a phone mast in the background and some branches from adjacent trees that encroached into the image. I know the purists amongst you may not agree with that but I’m OK with doing that and it’s my image plus I’ve declared it.
Once we had all filled our memory cards with our sunrise shots off we went with Capt. Rich in search of our next shooting spot.
If anyone is interested Sapna has fixed the dates for her 2026 workshop here www.sapnareddy.com/products/copy-of-beauty-of-the-bayou It’s a different location for the accommodation next year but I happened to stay there for 3 nights after the workshop finished and it’s probably the best B&B I’ve ever stayed in. I’m not on a commission
Oh, and I expect most of you over the age of 60 got this but the title relates to the 1966 Beatles song of the same name - just thought it was appropriate www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTapImFT9Sc&list=RDLTapImFT9S... Apologies to anyone who now suffers from the ear worm
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Perhaps it is hope, or maybe optimism, but it seems that monsoon season has returned this summer, after a series of years when it was not discernible, and focus shifted to "smoke season."
Crested Butte's wildflower season started late, due to late cold and a paucity of rain, but it has recovered nicely. Lupines have turned the hills blue to the right of the road.
Gothic Mountain, near the towns of Gothic and Crested Butte.
Asclepias curassavica, scarlet milkweed. Perhaps the ant gives a perspective about the size of the flower. The species is controversial. Since this plant is not native to the southern United States, it is believed to disrupt the migration of endangered monarch butterflies. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asclepias_curassavica
Perhaps the darkest of the male varied thrushes to have stayed in backyard over the winter, a challenge to photograph, but when the opportunity arises they make a neat picture, have had 6 of these birds day by day
Perhaps my favorite small bird from my Columbia trip. Multicolored Tanager is a vulnerable species endemic to the Colombian Mountains.
Perhaps the most abundant antelope of Eastern Africa — particularly Kenya and Tanzania. Distinguished from the similar Grant's gazelle by the black band on the flanks.
The preferred habitat is open plains, savannas or short grasslands. They favour terrain where they can use their speed and visibility to evade predators. They may follow other herbivores that trample taller grasses, enabling access to shorter, fresher grass.
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This male hooded Merganser tries to impress a lady. First a little croaking, then some wingflaps, then when rejected, a sorrowful over the should look as he moves one.
...although perhaps resembling a rabbit. Willow is at CatChums and taking good care of her beautiful kittens, as well as cuddling people like me. Supersoft grey fur with huge bright amber eyes make yummy mummy Willow quite irresistible <3
Photos of the kits coming up tomorrow, and once they're hopped off Willow will be seeking a forever home...
Perhaps our most iconic and classic capture of the entire trip.
It was hard to leave our little nest on the sea cliffs outside of Forillon National Park, the quietude, the views, and all the birds right on our doorstep. However, all good things must come to an end. We had given our ourselves 2 days to get back to Halifax for our flight home, and so we weren't rushed, with time enough to do some sightseeing along the way.
Perhaps the 'Fall' is finally on it's way to central Florida as I have seen a few of these birds in the last couple of days. They breed in the north interior during the summer and move south to the coasts as far as South America in the Winter. This was one amongst several spotted at Robinsons Preserve yesterday.
Perhaps like I did, but this time I didn't have the comforts of my own home as seen from last week's shot below. This week, hold up in The Pacific Grand Hotel in Victoria, I listened to John McCain's acceptance speech, and while I offer no opinion on the substance, I will say, in my view, John spoke his best, perhaps ever.
You have to love American Politics.....
Perhaps my favorite shot of this Calabrian trip let alone Belvedere Marittimo it captures all the elegance I find in these small villages, Chiesa della Madonna del Rosario well-worn but loved and a fixture in the hearts of those that love her. Engraved on the sandstone portal of the church is its consecration date of 1091 making this church the oldest in town and recently completely restored to its former glory during the 1978-79 period. The church had been filled with many valuable works of art but the French in 1806 took everything that wasn’t nailed down or painted on the walls but for me this little gem is art in itself.
I took this on Sept 25th 2023 with my D850 and Tamron 24-70mm f2.8 G2 Lens at 26mm, 1/50s, f8 ISO 100 processed in LR, PS +Lumenzia ,Topaz, and DXO
Perhaps if my mind was more focussed I would have got the shot sharp. But Covid was stinging my eyes. It was a glimpse of happiness for me I saw, a remote farmhouse. shed's and barns, chicken coops, stables with ponies, lamas, a couple of goats, sheep, a chugging tractor, crows (not misspelt cows). It all spelt out memories, childhood, laughter and youthful fun, happiness for me.... growing up on a farm. And then I went back to thinking about 'beauty' again. SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL, BUT NOT LIKE THOSE GIRLS IN THE MAGAZINES. SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL FOR THE WAY SHE THOUGHT. SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL FOR THE SPARKLE IN HER EYES WHEN SHE TALKED ABOUT SOMETHING SHE LOVED. SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL, FOR HER ABILITY TO MAKE OTHER PEOPLE SMILE, EVEN IF SHE WAS SAD. NO, SHE WASN’T BEAUTIFUL FOR SOMETHING AS TEMPORARY AS HER LOOKS. SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL, DEEP DOWN TO HER SOUL. SHE IS BEAUTIFUL. Like our countryside, all around, with dips and hollows, sunlight and colour, mountains and lakes..........pah, I've worked way too long and hard today! Time for bed