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Swallow - Hirundo Rustica
The swallow, or 'barn swallow', is a common summer visitor, arriving in April and leaving in October. It builds mud and straw nests on ledges, often in farm buildings and outhouses, or under the eaves of houses. Swallows are widespread and common birds of farmland and open pasture near water. They are agile fliers, feeding on flying insects while on the wing. Before they migrate back to their wintering grounds in Africa, they can be seen gathering to roost in wetlands, particularly reedbeds.
The swallow is a glossy, dark blue-black above and white below, with a dark red forehead and throat, and a black band across its chest. It has a very long, forked tail. Often spotted perching on wires in small numbers.
Habitats
GrasslandHeathland and moorlandFreshwaterFarmlandCoastalWetlandsWoodlandTowns and gardens
Did you know?
Until the 19th century, people thought that the swallow hibernated over winter. Of course, we now know that it migrates to South Africa from the UK, undertaking a perilous journey, during which it is vulnerable to starvation and stormy weather.
but it is mainly the outcome of the need we have felt for making democracy such a good thing, like a scrubbed and shining schoolboy. Actually democracy partakes of the sweat and blood of the real world. It is grimy and dangerous and will never survive until it can learn to understand the ways of bullies and take its own part. I happen to care for it not because of any moral perfection it may have, but because it is by and large the best instrument I know for giving us the kind of world we want to live in :-)
Max Lerner, 1938
HFF!! Truth Matters!! Character Matters! Impeach the bully!
john moulton homestead, grand tetons national park, wyoming
Sometimes Fate and Mother nature conspire to sabotage my fun. When I arrived on the island the local buzz was that there was a major swell heading towards the islands from the north. The following day it hit in full force, closing or battering most of the beaches on the island of Oahu which is where I was headed. The 30-40 ft waves that day were the highest recorded since 1969 and trying to approach a beach was risky if not perilous.
This shot was taken from the wayward side of the island on the first morning of my trip before the swell hit the islands. I noticed this petrified tree stump poking out of the sand and thought it would make a nice foreground element. When I returned later that week and the beach was littered with piles of driftwood and most of the trees had no sand under them, standing solely on their roots. Mother nature can be both vicious and ruthless.
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Swallow - Hirundo Rustica
The swallow, or 'barn swallow', is a common summer visitor, arriving in April and leaving in October. It builds mud and straw nests on ledges, often in farm buildings and outhouses, or under the eaves of houses. Swallows are widespread and common birds of farmland and open pasture near water. They are agile fliers, feeding on flying insects while on the wing. Before they migrate back to their wintering grounds in Africa, they can be seen gathering to roost in wetlands, particularly reedbeds.
The swallow is a glossy, dark blue-black above and white below, with a dark red forehead and throat, and a black band across its chest. It has a very long, forked tail. Often spotted perching on wires in small numbers.
Habitats
GrasslandHeathland and moorlandFreshwaterFarmlandCoastalWetlandsWoodlandTowns and gardens
Did you know?
Until the 19th century, people thought that the swallow hibernated over winter. Of course, we now know that it migrates to South Africa from the UK, undertaking a perilous journey, during which it is vulnerable to starvation and stormy weather.
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The Bewick’s Wren
If you come across a noisy, hyperactive little bird with bold white eyebrows, flicking its long tail as it hops from branch to branch, you may have spotted a Bewick’s Wren.
These master vocalists belt out a string of short whistles, warbles, burrs, and trills to attract mates and defend their territory, or scold visitors with raspy calls. Bewick’s Wrens are still fairly common in much of western North America, but they have virtually disappeared from the East.
The severe declines of Bewick's Wren in the eastern United States coincided with range expansion in the House Wren. It is suspected that the House Wren, which frequently removes eggs from nests in cavities, was directly responsible for the decline. The increased availability of nest boxes may have helped the spread of the House Wren, and therefore the decline of the Bewick's Wren.
Courting Bewick’s Wrens normally form monogamous pairs. While they’re setting up house and even after the female has begun incubating eggs, the male and female often forage together. This may help the male prevent his partner from mating with another bird.
A young male Bewick’s Wren learns to sing from neighboring adult males while he is coming of age in his parents’ territory. The songs he develops differ from his father’s, with a note changed here, a syllable there. The melodious signature he acquires between the ages of about 30 and 60 days will be his for life.
A Bewick’s Wren’s life starts off perilously. House Wrens may eject eggs from its nest; both eggs and nestlings can become lunch for rat snakes and milk snakes, and domestic cats go after nestlings. Adulthood isn’t safe either: mature birds can fall prey to roadrunners, rattlesnakes, or hawks.
The oldest recorded Bewick's Wren was at least 8 years old when it was recaptured and rereleased during banding operations in California in 1986. It was banded in the same state in 1978.
(The Cornell Lab of Ornithology)
(200-600, 1000 @ f/6.3, ISO 2500, edited to taste)
Swallow - Hirundo Rustica
The swallow, or 'barn swallow', is a common summer visitor, arriving in April and leaving in October. It builds mud and straw nests on ledges, often in farm buildings and outhouses, or under the eaves of houses. Swallows are widespread and common birds of farmland and open pasture near water. They are agile fliers, feeding on flying insects while on the wing. Before they migrate back to their wintering grounds in Africa, they can be seen gathering to roost in wetlands, particularly reedbeds.
The swallow is a glossy, dark blue-black above and white below, with a dark red forehead and throat, and a black band across its chest. It has a very long, forked tail. Often spotted perching on wires in small numbers.
Habitats
GrasslandHeathland and moorlandFreshwaterFarmlandCoastalWetlandsWoodlandTowns and gardens
Did you know?
Until the 19th century, people thought that the swallow hibernated over winter. Of course, we now know that it migrates to South Africa from the UK, undertaking a perilous journey, during which it is vulnerable to starvation and stormy weather.
"... One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel--one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them--even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering--the reason for their presence will become clear in due time...." - by Lang Leav
Jeremiah 17:5,-10
Psalm 91
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Is é Yeshua rí ríthe agus tiarna na dTiarna
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Psalm 91
He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
2I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust.”
3Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler
And from the perilous pestilence.
4He shall cover you with His feathers,
And under His wings you shall take refuge;
His truth shall be your shield and buckler.
5You shall not be afraid of the terror by night,
Nor of the arrow that flies by day,
6Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness,
Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday.
7A thousand may fall at your side,
And ten thousand at your right hand;
But it shall not come near you.
8Only with your eyes shall you look,
And see the reward of the wicked.
9Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge,
Even the Most High, your dwelling place,
10No evil shall befall you,
Nor shall any plague come near your dwelling;
11For He shall give His angels charge over you,
To keep you in all your ways.
12In their hands they shall bear you up,
Lest you dash your foot against a stone.
13You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra,
The young lion and the serpent you shall trample underfoot.
14“Because he has set his love upon Me, therefore I will deliver him;
I will set him on high, because he has known My name.
15He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble;
I will deliver him and honor him.
16With long life I will satisfy him,
And show him My salvation.”
The Willamette Valley (will-AM-et) is a 150-mile (240 km) long valley in Oregon, in the Pacific Northwest region of the United States. The Willamette River flows the entire length of the valley, and it is surrounded by mountains on three sides – the Cascade Range to the east, the Oregon Coast Range to the west, and the Calapooya Mountains to the south.
A massively productive agricultural area, the valley was widely publicized in the 1820s as a "promised land of flowing milk and honey". Throughout the 19th century it was the destination of choice for the oxen-drawn wagon trains of emigrants who made the perilous journey along the Oregon Trail.
Summers in August can be pretty dry and warm, so having a little rain come through is a pleasure. We were storm chasing trying to stay just ahead of this system.
This one took a lot of work, but it was worth it. Firstly, the climb down to the ravine involved some rock climbing, which I have zero experience in. It was wet, and muddy on a slightly rainy day, and I took it very slowly to ensure I didn't fall as I was the last person there at sunset. It went very well considering I was wearing a 15lb pack. It's good I'm always prepared with trail spikes I can put on my shoes when needed. They came in useful at the bottom too, as this shot was setup on a slippery log and my footing would have been perilous otherwise. The log made setting up my tripod leveled for this 3-shot pano a bit of a job too. I came at this time of year to get a little bit of the fall foliage in the foreground like I'd seen in other photos of the place. There was just enough in this perch to get what I came for, but it was breezy, so I had to do a time stack to freeze the leaves and still get the motion blur in the water. I think when a shot like this is do difficult it really puts me in the zone and makes the experience and resulting image so much more satisfying. The climb back up was terrifying, but taking it slowly revealed that it was probably safer than the way down. I got another shot from a different vantage point, but I like this one a little more because the yellow leaves in the foreground added a lot to the composition.
Surrounded by Black-bellied Whistling-Ducks (Dendrocygna autumnalis), a feral Muscovy duck (Cairina moschata) waits inside the railroad tracks on a foggy morning at Hermann Park, Houston, Texas.
So the trick here was get myself out of bed right at first light and drive to this site to get the tracks untouched by the trains.
The Willamette Valley (will-AM-et) is a 150-mile (240 km) long valley in the Pacific Northwest region of the United States. The Willamette River flows the entire length of the valley, and it is surrounded by mountains on three sides – the Cascade Range to the east, the Oregon Coast Range to the west, and the Calapooya Mountains to the south. It forms the cultural and political heart of Oregon, and is home to approximately 70 percent of its population.
The valley's numerous waterways, particularly the Willamette River, are vital to the economy of Oregon, as they continuously deposit highly fertile alluvial soils across its broad, flat plain. A massively productive agricultural area, the valley was widely publicized in the 1820s as a "promised land of flowing milk and honey". Throughout the 19th century it was the destination of choice for the oxen-drawn wagon trains of emigrants who made the perilous journey along the Oregon Trail.
Today the valley is often considered synonymous with "Oregon Wine Country", as it contains more than 19,000 acres (7,700 ha) of vineyards and 500+ wineries.
The black sand beaches of Kirkjufjara near Dyrhólaey are some of the most dangerous in Iceland with collapsing cliff rocks, strong sand-blasting winds, tall waves, and powerful undertows. It is often the most perilous places in the world though that offer incredible beauty, and here on this dangerous beach the waves crashing loud and hard against the craggy volcanic rocks were mesmerizing to me. I was careful to keep my distance from the water that our local guide warned had washed away and killed a tourist in the area just a few weeks back. The images I came away with were quite interesting and left me inspired for further Icelandic adventures.
Esp - Cosechada - Después de subir una hora un tanto peligrosa del Mont-St-Grégoire, una magnífica vista panorámica de las tierras de la Vallée-du-Haut-Richelieu. Una montaña de 251 metros de altura en el municipio de Mont-Saint-Grégoire, región de la Montérégie, Quebec, Canadá.
Eng - After an hour of somewhat perilous climbing of Mont-St-Grégoire, a magnificent view overlooking the lands of the Vallée-du-Haut-Richelieu. A mountain 251 meters high, in the municipality of Mont-Saint-Grégoire, region of Montérégie, Quebec, Canada.
Fra - Après une escalade d’une heure quelque peu périlleuse du Mont-St-Grégoire, un magnifique point de vue donnant sur les terres de la Vallée-du-Haut-Richelieu. Une montagne haute de 251 mètres, dans la municipalité de Mont-Saint-Grégoire, région de la Montérégie, Québec, Canada.
I took some artistic license and added the blue to the fence. Otherwise it was just a bit to monochromatic for my taste.
The Willamette Valley (will-AM-et) is a 150-mile (240 km) long valley in the Pacific Northwest region of the United States. The Willamette River flows the entire length of the valley, and it is surrounded by mountains on three sides – the Cascade Range to the east, the Oregon Coast Range to the west, and the Calapooya Mountains to the south. It forms the cultural and political heart of Oregon, and is home to approximately 70 percent of its population.
The valley's numerous waterways, particularly the Willamette River, are vital to the economy of Oregon, as they continuously deposit highly fertile alluvial soils across its broad, flat plain. A massively productive agricultural area, the valley was widely publicized in the 1820s as a "promised land of flowing milk and honey". Throughout the 19th century it was the destination of choice for the oxen-drawn wagon trains of emigrants who made the perilous journey along the Oregon Trail.
Today the valley is often considered synonymous with "Oregon Wine Country", as it contains more than 19,000 acres (7,700 ha) of vineyards and 500+ wineries.
It may seem an odd and perilous place to build a church, but it originally stood at the end of a peninsula between two bays, Porth Cwyfan and Porth China, as shown on John Speed's map of Anglesey from 1636 (shown left). In the decades after this the sea slowly eroded the coast in the two bays enough that the peninsula was cut off, turning it into an island.
A causeway was built to the island to allow parishioners to get to the island. Its remains are visible in the picture below. However, even with the causeway, sometimes high tides prevented access. At those times services were held in a room in the nearby house, Plas Llangwyfan, which was specially consecrated for the purpose.
We had only just arrived at our hotel close to the Victoria Falls. I decided to immediately take a look at this incredible sight. Walking on a path beside the river Zambezi as it reached the famous falls , I chose to take a shot of the very edge of the falls....the white foam in the centre of this image. As I peered through my viewfinder I spotted this girl (on the left), who was sitting perilously close to the very edge,where the river in full spate,plunged down some 108 m !!
Click on image to enlarge.
Ocean's Wrath
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In a haunting scene on a remote island, a woman finds herself entangled in the relentless grip of monstrous tentacles. Stranded and frightened, she struggles against the serpentine restraints, her heart pounding in rhythm with the crashing ocean waves. As the storm rages above, rain pours down, further adding to her sense of vulnerability. Despite the perilous circumstances, her attire, a unique combination of a bodysuit and skirt from Normandy's latest collection, remains resilient, showcasing the brand's enduring style amidst the chaos of nature's wrath.
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Anyone who has ever flown into San Diego has probably had the experience of wondering whether they were going to land alive. The flight path into Lindbergh Field has its final approach over the Little Italy section of the city, in between the high rises and the mesa on which Balboa Park resides.
From in the plane it can be unsettling, for folks along the final approach, it often feels as though you could reach out and touch the wingtips or landing gear.
This image captures the San Diego skyline from the North on Cabrillo Bridge, overlooking CA 163 with its crazy traffic patterns just before it merges with Interstate 5 on the east edge of San Diego city proper. I timed the exposure to include the flashing running lights of an American Airlines passenger flight on final approach into SAN, showing how the flights are just above the valley treetops at this point.
The most elusive of the waterfalls in the Brecon Beacons, because it lies at the end of a gorge, Sgwd Einion Gam requires wading the river twice to get there and a repeat on the way back. Hence it is not often photographed in force, although this is by no means the waterfall in its full fury here - I guess nobody ever gets to see it then as crossing the river would be too perilous.
The Willamette Valley has a lot of farmland so finding an open field with trees wasn't too difficult. The snow was heavy and stuck to the limbs very well. Nice for photography.
The Willamette Valley (will-AM-et) is a 150-mile (240 km) long valley in the Pacific Northwest region of the United States. The Willamette River flows the entire length of the valley, and it is surrounded by mountains on three sides – the Cascade Range to the east, the Oregon Coast Range to the west, and the Calapooya Mountains to the south. It forms the cultural and political heart of Oregon, and is home to approximately 70 percent of its population.
The valley's numerous waterways, particularly the Willamette River, are vital to the economy of Oregon, as they continuously deposit highly fertile alluvial soils across its broad, flat plain. A massively productive agricultural area, the valley was widely publicized in the 1820s as a "promised land of flowing milk and honey". Throughout the 19th century it was the destination of choice for the oxen-drawn wagon trains of emigrants who made the perilous journey along the Oregon Trail.
Today the valley is often considered synonymous with "Oregon Wine Country", as it contains more than 19,000 acres (7,700 ha) of vineyards and 500+ wineries.
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“It happens like this.
"One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel--one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them--even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering--the reason for their presence will become clear in due time."
Though here is a word of warning--you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn't to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.
Our main reason for visiting Croatia was to see Plitvice Lakes, which spill one into another across natural dams. Usually there are crowds of tourists on the trails, and on the boardwalks along the dams. Due to heavy snow this winter, and rain all the last month, the trails are being closed, one by one, from the top down. Situation changing day by day. This is the last boardwalk that wasn’t entirely submerged during our timed entry, when heavy rain resumed. Never occurred to me that these planks might not have been here when we got back, until now.
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Taken at Nubble Lighthouse in southern Maine, NH, USA. The cliff where the people are sitting is not as perilous as it appears. The people are about six feet above the shore rock and very safe. Their presence makes the story I tried to portray in the photograph.
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According to Greek legend, Odysseus (Ulysses) was shipwrecked on Mljet Island and swam to this cave where he met a beautiful nymph called Calypso and stayed on the island of Mljet, captivated by the nymph, for the next seven years.
Odysseus Cave is a large karst hole that looks like a 30-meter deep pit. There are two entrances to the cave: one from the seaside via a small and low tunnel (in the photo) and another one from on high. However, the land access to the cave should not be attempted (speaking from experience) as it is a very steep, slippery and perilous descent that should, in all honesty, be closed off to the public before someone gets killed trying to get down there.
Reculver in Kent, UK has been settled since Roman times. Originally a fort whose purpose was to protect an ancient waterway, now silted up, that allowed boats to avoid the open sea and pirates in the English Channel. Only a medieval church ruin remains, and it now stands perilously close to the edge of the sea. Desperate to save it from being lost forever, sea defences try to prevent erosion of the shore, and no doubt eventually all will be lost, like the waterway it protected.
I move above the anxious crowds
in a perilous tightrope act.
With each word I write
every confession & concession made,
I'm led another step further.....
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I've been checking out one of the most reliable places to find rusty-patched bumble bees in Winneshiek since mid-July and hadn't found any there until today. I'm happy to see that the colony hasn't disappeared but disappointed that there aren't more rusty-patched bumble bees in the area. In past years I could usually find up to six individuals on a good day in late summer but today I only found this one. I hope this local population doesn't wink out like so many other rusty-patched bumble bee colonies have done in recent years. If you are not familiar with the rusty-patched bumble bee's plight, it is a federally endangered species that is perilously close to extinction. By the way, you can tell that this is a rusty-patched bumble bee by looking at the second abdominal segment on its body - known in bumble bee jargon as T2. Notice the rusty-brown hairs located at the base of that yellow segment.
Common star lily
These are a native to the Western portion of the U.S. Also known as death camas, they are higly toxic. Historians believe that these flowers were responsible for illness among members of the Lewis and Clark expedition to the American west. After an exhausting and perilous crossing of a mountain range, they were on the verge of starvation. They were given food by the Nez Perce Indian tribe including a bread made from the bulbs of these flowers. Though no hostile intent was attributed to the tribe, according to historians, it is rather curious.
These fences high up on the French Alps always amuse me, as they aren’t always where I as a visitor would put them. For example a few feet to the left there’s a hairy drop and only a rope fence to protect one from a perilous descent, whereas there appeared to be some run off past this. There is I’m sure a very sensible explanation and may a further few feet beyond there is grave danger.
This was taken last Friday and knew that it would be on a Friday that I would post this. The view from this point was absolutely beautiful from every angle.
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Window Cleaning ~ Federal Building ~ Downtown Portland, Oregon
Nikon D5100, Tamron 18-270, ISO 200, f/11.0, 46mm, 1/100s
This was taken on an occasionally perilous drive along the Newlands Valley in the Lake District. This is one of the less photographed areas in that part of the world for some reason but has some really spectacular viewpoints. Having given the matter some considerable thought, perhaps “perilous drive” might just explain the “less photographed” bit .....
Always great to see these beautiful swans when they arrive here each autumn from a perilous journey from Northern Russia.
Taken in some lovely late autumn light at Slimbridge, Gloucestershire.
Ominous Ordeal
-Pandemonium: our playground, our prison-
Clad in the cutting-edge 'HealMe Set' by ERSCH [available now at Cyber Fair], I found myself right in the middle of a perilous situation. Imagine a sterile hospital room thrown into pandemonium by a sudden explosion, glass shards from the shattered window creating a swirling vortex of destruction. Through the demolished window, an unnerving obscurity reigned, an unspoken threat lurking in the shadows. Yet amidst this wreckage, my ERSCH ensemble remained oddly pristine, the advanced aesthetic seeming more out of place with every falling piece of debris.
Grabbing my LULUB bloodbag my heart pounding in my chest, I turned, it was the blood bag dispenser, an ominous row of blood bags swinging gently amidst the chaos, that truly sent a chill down my spine [blood bag & dispenser available now at the mainstore]. As I crunched over the shattered glass, the eerie silence was punctuated by the irregular drip from the damaged dispenser - a chilling countdown in this high stakes game. Now's the time to grab your ERSCH HealME set, pick up your LuluB Blood Bags, and step into the eye of the storm. Time to play the game, and hope you come out the other side.....
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Goathland, North York Moors, England.
This was supposed to be a picture of Falling Foss waterfall near Whitby; however, on arrival it seems that the somewhat perilous track down to the bottom of the falls is no longer passable. So here is plan B!
In Klagenfurt, the capital of the state of Carinthia, Austria, which was founded in a marshy area by a river, a local legend has it that the city was plagued by a dragon (the Lindwurm), which made crossing the river near the city a perilous one that often ended badly for would-be crossers. The name of the city, Klagenfurt, comes from Klage, meaning “lamenting” or “wailing,” and furt, meaning “crossing” or “ford.”
The story is that the local duke built a strong tower and hired knights to kill the dragon by “fishing” for it with chains and hooks that connected the tower to a bull used as bait. After the dragon took the bait and hook, the knights surrounded and killed it.
In 1335, the skull of a woolly rhinoceros was discovered nearby, and the locals believed that it must be the skull of the dragon. This "proof" of the accuracy of the legend was commemorated in a monument consisting of a statue atop a fountain. The monument was built by Ulrich Vogelsang in 1583 from a solid piece of slate. It still stands in Klagenfurt's town square today.
If you are ever in Klagenfurt, the monument is a must-see and is probably unavoidable, seeing that it is located in the center of the city. If you want to see the fossilized wooly rhinoceros skull, you’ll have to go see it at the Landesmuseum für Kärnten (the Carinthian State Museum)
“What has this got to do with motorcycles?” you may ask. The answer is nothing at all. As I was taking this photo, this young lady drove in on her motorcycle and leathers and unceremoniously came to a stop right in the middle of my shot. I think she adds a certain something, though. A modern-day knight on her mechanical stallion proclaiming defiance in face of the dragon, perhaps? Good for her!
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Taken At Elysion
Murder Unwritten Black n White
It was a place i regularly visited to carry out my artistic desires, safe, non perilous, free of danger, i felt i was among many and not alone, creatures of nature, i walked towards my place of comfort, the place i came to relax, de stress and perform my arts, my peaceful zone, I changed into my Dance gear, the day working it's way towards dusk, finally changed and ready to practice my dance routine, halfway through my dance routine i no longer felt safe among the creatures of nature,i felt fear and peril approaching, although i could neither hear nor see anyone i certainly felt it, then all of a sudden i was in someones grasp, they must have come from behind me, i felt something wrap around my neck, me head feeling dizzy, thoughts in my heading cloudier and darker, my last thought was, "am i ever going to wake up from this perilous nightmarish dream" !!!
Matched pair of typically dirty AC44CWs lead westbound unit train (possibly DDG-Dried Distilled grain-Also probably empties.)
BTW if anyone ever finds my body beneath this perilous cliff, find my camera and make sure I at least got the shot.
A couple feet of snow and then a couple inches of ice plus fog lit by the sunset gave a surreal setting for these trees. Buffalo, NY
This little baby toad was one of many crossing a grassy path..I nearly stepped on them and just saw them in time. I've no idea where they were heading as the pool (opposite direction) was quite a distance away, down a steep hill. Quite a journey for these youngsters, leaving 'home' for the first time, I hope they all made it to their destination and survived, such a perilous journey to undertake - there is safety in numbers, I hope! :)
Enjoy this beautiful sunny Wednesday :)
7DWF, Wednesdays: Macro or close-up
In 2019 when holidaying in Cornwall we took a detour to pull in and admire the view from this scenic cliff. We asked a family coming back up the cliff how difficult it was to descend and ascend this cliff and they replied " absolutely fine if you take your time " So last year between lockdowns we decided to tackle the cliff in easy stages...ahe.. Am I glad a walker was coming up the cliff who stopped to get his breath and gave us the chance to ask for confirmation of what that family had said. His reply was " well if you don't mind the last ten metres or so hanging on to a rope you will be absolutely fine" Well carrying a rucksack each plus a camera on a tripod and having two dogs on leads we stopped right there and I took this photo and we returned a bit disappointed to the car..I would have loved to have reached the beach though but apparently it is the highest cliff in Cornwall and entirely possible that I would have been stuck down there. Some things we can have and some things we simply cannot :))
Ps.I only just noticed my dog Beau in the bottom right of the shot - think I may have cloned him out had I noticed lol..love him there though..oh I see Merry's little rump and tail bobbing along now :))
The hummingbirds are back! They had such a perilous journey to get here. I did this one for my Mom, she loves them!
"Do small things with great love"
~Mother Teresa
HNLMS Abraham Crijnssen, HNLMS Schorpioen, Dutch Navy Museum, Dan Helder
If you admire stories of unlikely survival like I do, the history of the Abraham Crijnssen is fascinating, and also an example of the ingenuity which is common throughout Dutch history. This ship, like the other ships of the Dutch East Indies surface fleet that attempted to defend Java in February 1942, should be at the bottom of the Java Sea right now, except for the crafty if unconventional ingenuity of its captain -- who took the game of Dress Up to a whole new level...
The Battle of the Java Sea was a horrific disaster for the Allies, who lost 10 major ships and 2300 sailors. The Imperial Japanese Navy only lost 36 sailors, no ships. In the aftermath and fall of Java, the Abraham Crijnssen was ordered to retreat to Australia, a perilous week-long trip which would leave the ship, which was slow and lacked modern air defenses, an easy target for air strikes. Imperial Navy aircraft had already sunk many Allied ships at the time. Entrusted with the lives of 10 officers, 48 sailors and a female nurse, the captain knew that to simply sail out into the open toward Australia was a death sentence. So he came up with a wild but clever plan: an island is an island is an island...and the Java Sea around Malaysia and Indonesia has well over 18,000 of them. Why not look like one?
He sailed immediately for the nearest island, had his crew cut down as much foliage as possible, and then proceeded to cover the entire surface area of the 184 foot long ship with foliage. What metal the crew couldn't conceal, they painted to look like rocks. Then, they sat...until night. Knowing that the Abraham Crijnssen would leave a visible wake, the captain could only sail her at night. During daylight, the ship was parked close in to "other" larger islands, immobile. This must have been incredibly nerve-wracking, especially as aircraft were heard overhead. Yet in spite of how crazy this sounds, the Abraham Crijnssen pulled safely into Fremantle, Australia eight days later, the only Dutch ship of her class to survive the invasion. Don't believe me? See for yourself:
www.warhistoryonline.com/world-war-ii/hnlms-abraham-crijn...
The ship behind the Crijnssen, the HNLMS Schorpioen, an armored ram from the 1860s, is only interesting from its unique survival from the scrapyard, a relic of the age between sail and steam.
While visiting a wonderful friend in Den Helder, he took me to see the Abraham Crijnssen and the interesting Dutch Navy Museum. Thank you for the visit Ralph!
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