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Persistent rain on Sunday morning meant I went to explore a small woodland just down the road. Lots of amazing trees and the low cloud and rain made for some lovely atmospheric conditions.
The disctinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion - Albert Einstein
8 books and the internet and I still have no idea what this really is - possibly a Cerrena unicolor or Oxiporus populinus, but who knows? It's a tough little thing though and I love the stuff hanging down from the underside. It's about 1 inch wide and this is a shot of about 20 images.
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Another shot of my bleary-eyed buddy as he tries to escape that pesky ol' canoe boy!! Geez...what a persistent pest!! Taken on Horsepen Bayou!!
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This was the view from our front balcony yesterday afternoon. We are looking through heavy rain towards the Tamar River. All these photographs were taken with the Tamron SP 150-600mm F/5-6.3 Di VC USD G2 lens and the Nikon D850.
As I mentioned yesterday flooding was expected when a large low pressure system coming from the north west was met by a large high pressure system in the Tasman Sea just to the east of Tasmania. Forecasts of 300 mms of rain were well exceeded, with many places in northern Tasmania receiving 400mms in 24 hours. More is on the way, although the rainfall is now easing.
Frissell, Toni,, 1907-1988,, photographer.
Frederick Vanderbilt's House - "Hyde Park"
1964.
1 photograph : color transparency ; 35 mm (slide format)
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Client: Life.
Image shows Wendy Vanderbilt.
Container Notes: Wendy - Costume, Hyde Park Lawn, No F's.
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'Eyes Right'. On the lookout ...A bird of many names Dunnock, Hedge Accentor, Hedge Warbler and Hedge Sparrow as we used to call them when I was a young boy, West Yorkshire.
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Dunnock Facts (Prunella Modularis)
Size: 14.5 cm head to tail
Weight: 16-25g
Wingspan: 19-21 cm
Eggs: 4-6 per brood
Food: Insects, seeds, spiders, berries, All Year Ground/Table Mix
Nesting: Made out of twigs moss and covered with hair
Population: Medium conservation concern
Song: Sweet, short, fast and a persistent “tseep”
The Dunnock is a favourite across the UK due to its shyness and similarity to the Robin. Being part of the Prunellidae family they are also known as the Accentors, and its Latin name is Prunella Modularis. Other names the Dunnock is known as are; hedge Accentor, hedge sparrow and the hedge warbler. There are approximately 2,500,000 breeding pairs within the UK.
Appearance
Both male and female Dunnocks are almost identical, they are dull coloured birds and are not always clearly noticeable. The Dunnocks back is made up of different shades of brown and its breast and face is grey. Their bill is black and is small due to its diet of mainly insects. Young Dunnocks have brown faces instead of grey. The Dunnock moves in a jerky way constantly flicking its wings and tail.
Where they are found and what they like to eat
The Dunnock lives in brambles, hedges and anywhere with lots of vegetation. They also like to live in forests and gardens close to the ground for protection. Dunnocks live in the UK all year round, but you may have to look carefully under bushes and hedges to find them.
Their song is sweet and is a persistent “tseep”. To feed these birds you can place the food along the ground near hedges or on a ground feeder, particularly during the winter. They eat a mixture of insects, spiders, seeds and berries, but also take peanut granules and suet from ground tables.
Breeding
A Dunnocks main reason for breeding is to make sure their genes are passed through to future generations. There are multiple strategies Dunnocks may use to breed; Polyandry is when females mate with more than one male so that all the males will help raise the chicks. Polygyny where there is more than one female to a single male, and then there is Monogamy when only one female and one male work to produce and feed a brood of chicks.
Breeding season starts in April and they have between 2-3 clutches producing 4-6 eggs. Both adults feed the chicks, then around 12 days after hatching the chicks will fledge the nest. During the breeding season male Dunnocks defend their territory from other Dunnocks by singing.
Nesting and Territory
Females build the nest in hedges and covered areas from twigs and moss, lined with hair in a cup shape. The eggs are glossy and blue and range from 14mm to 19mm. Territory size depends on the availability of food, if food is widely available territories don’t tend to be as large so they are less likely to overlap with other wild bird territories. Dunnocks nests are often taken over by Cuckoos, the Dunnock does not notice the change in eggs and will continue to sit on the nest as if they are her own.
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The Dunnock is on medium conservation concern after serious decline in numbers during the 1980’s. Dunnock numbers are struggling to recover due to the changes in the bird’s natural habitat. Peckamix Notes.
This Church of God purchased this former synagogue several years ago and have made several but failing attempts to hide this building's former identity. Their first effort was to put bright bougainvillea in the valleys of the menorah. This is their second attempt at defacing the wall.
Gottlieb, William P., 1917-, photographer.
[Portrait of Calypso, between 1938 and 1948]
1 negative : b&w ; 2 1/4 x 2 1/4 in.
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Forms part of: William P. Gottlieb Collection (Library of Congress).
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Calypso musician
Calypso musicians--1930-1950.
Format: Portrait photographs--1930-1950.
Film negatives--1930-1950.
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Call Number: LC-GLB23- 1028
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Subject (TGM): Women's education; Events; Open-air theatrical productions; Actors; Costumes; Open-air theaters;
Format: Glass plate negative.
Rights Info: No known restrictions on publication.
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Acquisition credit line: Gift of Australian Consolidated Press under the Taxation Incentives for the Arts Scheme, 1985
This Church of God purchased this former synagogue several years ago and have made several but failing attempts to hide this building's former identity. Their first effort was to put bright bougainvillea in the valleys of the menorah. This is their second attempt at defacing the wall.
Persistent reports of the Wehrmacht having found some manner of creature from another plane of existence have worried senior OSS officers for some time. Rumored to be of monstrous size and capable of emitting some manner of energy blasts, we are concerned that the Wehrmacht might be attempting to further enhance such a creature to create a formidable battlefield weapon.
Dictionary may defines luck as being an unknown and unpredictable phenomenon that causes an event, good or ill, to result in a person’s life. I tend to disagree with this definition. I define luck as simply being the end result of consistent, persistent effort towards a meaningful goal.
Did not get the point. Let me make the things more clear. Imagine you’re holding a Gun and you’re pointing it at a target 100 yards down range. Unless you’re an expert marksman, there’s only a small statistical probability that you’re going to hit the bulls eye the first time. But if you keep firing and correcting your aim, the law of statistical probability dictates that eventually you must hit the bull’s-eye. Creating luck in your life obeys the same law of statistical probability—if you keep performing actions that lead towards your goal, eventually you are going to reach that goal. So luck in life is guaranteed, you just have to be willing to try enough times.
So let me boil down this into some simple rules.
Identify your target and keep firing & Believe that you are lucky.
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"...Vincent, it's me! Open the door! I need to talk to you now!"
After such an exciting (though socially exhausting) day, hearing Damien's persistent tone on the other side of the door caused him to tense as if he'd been doused with cold water. This was not how he would have liked to end his day! He really didn't want to deal with Damien right now, but he couldn't pretend he wasn't home anymore. He'd hoped Damien would have let him know before coming over. Vincent already felt a stress-headache coming on. He put the safety back on his pistol and gave a soft sigh. He could do this.
But as Vincent reached for the lock so he could let Damien in, the door was knocked on again! Vincent stared at the door and scowled. Well, that was rude of him, he thought sourly. He was sorely tempted to leave Damien out there even longer but then Damien called through the door again, "Come on, Vincent! Don't leave me out here like this. I thought you said you wanted to talk this out!"
Inhaling sharply through his nose, Vincent grit his teeth. Damien didn't need to make such a loud commotion for the whole building to hear! Deciding just to get this over with he let out some tension as he exhaled. Then he reached for the door, unlocked it, and pulled the door open to stare stoically up at his best friend of six years with his pistol resting at his side defenselessly.
Damien stared back at him with a look Vincent had seen many times; just never directed at him. In his interrogation mode, Damien's brows furrowed deeply and eyes darkened a certain way that could send chills down the spine of almost anyone who received it. His arms were folded over his chest and, in Vincent's opinion, he looked more impatient than he'd ever seen him. Vincent, however, was not like most people, and he maintained his stoic exterior. But oh, he was offended! Who the Hell did Damien think he was?! He opened his mouth to put Damien in his place but Damien cut in just a tiny bit faster.
"Are you alone?" Damien demanded quietly. Vincent blinked at him with just a hint of surprise at this question. He barely had a chance to utter, "Yes?" before Damien nodded and brushed past him to enter the flat. He grunted, "Good. We have much to discuss and I don't want any interruptions this time."
"What is the meaning of this?" Vincent asked incredulously as he pushed the door closed with a groan. "I was expecting you to let me know when you were coming over first. You always let me know first." And when he turned to look at Damien, he found Damien standing nearly an arm's length away and glowering at him.
"Well, I was expecting a bit more loyalty from YOU!"
"Loyalty?!"
"Yes! Why should I do what you want me to do when you won't do what 'I' want? All I wanted to do was to talk this out....just you and me. And all anyone else can do is put their nose in where it doesn't belong."
"It had nothing to do with Aiden!"
But at the mention of their engineer's name, Damien's nostrils flared and he spat out, "See how quickly you think of 'him?' You are proving my point. No, Vincent, it has EVERYTHING to do with YOU!" He pointed his finger right at Vincent's chest and accused, "You are throwing me to the side like a discarded, rotted apple core on the side of the road for the rats! I didn't even mention anyone in particular and already your mind went to him! Aiden this! Aiden that! Why does he even matter anyway?" Damien pressed his hands to his own chest and his expression implored Vincent to see his side as he pleaded, "Don't you care about me at all, Vincent?"
Fleetingly, Vincent was amazed that Damien had the courage to behave and speak to him like this when Vincent was armed. Despite his calm exterior, he was growing more confused and upset at Damien's onslaught of unexpected feelings. However, it was as Aiden was brought up that it shifted into anger. Vincent was done. He was going to put him in his place once and for all! But damn it all Damien asked him if he cared about him at all and Vincent felt like the wind had been knocked out of him! He felt as if he couldn't focus on what he was upset about anymore as he grappled with the unexpected, emotional question.
Of course he cared about Damien! Damien was like a brother to him! He loved him as much despite their current situation. It was what made it hurt so much worse as each second of this whole interaction passed. Had....he been unfair to Damien somehow? He did want to work things out! After all, he'd gone to Damien's temporary residence as Damien had told him before many times to do if he ever needed anything. Unlike Vincent, Damien didn't care if anyone simply dropped in. Damien's sister had insisted once before that it was fine if he stopped in anytime. Honestly, he'd wondered if Damien had nudged her into it but he was grateful to be able to see his friend all the same.
"Of course, I care about you," Vincent relented as his stoic expression faded and a small, sad frown pulled at his lips. Was that how Damien felt about him? About their friendship? "That's not fair, Damien. How can you even say that after everything we've been through?"
"I can say the same about you," Damien responded with just a touch of edge in his voice as he reached out with his metallic arm and pressed his mechanical hand to the door behind Vincent and leaned in slightly; almost a touch dangerously. It made Vincent tense involuntarily as he stared back up at him. However, Damien's voice softened and he sounded and looked hurt.
"I just wanted to talk. And you sent me away."
"I-I just..."
"You just what, Vincent?"
Vincent shrank back slightly against the door and gazed up at his best friend before sighing. Finally he replied, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like you don't matter." At his words, Damien's aggression dissipated as he smiled more. "I knew you would understand. I forgive you," Damien responded as his hand slid to squeeze Vincent's shoulder before resting there. Vincent glanced at his hand then gave a small nod before turning and brushing past Damien to head towards the veranda to get some air. As he walked past a bookshelf, he set down his gun then proceeded to run his hands through his hair. Bloody Hell...
Damien let his hand fall to his side as he turned slowly in place to visually follow Vincent's figure as he made to step outside. His eyes narrowed before he began to follow him out. Was something else wrong?
Out on the veranda, Vincent inhaled slowly and deeply through his nostrils before slowly exhaling as he glanced up at the evening sky. While he didn't mean to make Damien feel like he didn't matter, Damien's behavior as of late was....not okay. He really needed to talk to him about it. He needed to get to the bottom of it once and for all. Vincent could hear Damien following him out onto the veranda behind him. This was his chance to talk it out....just the two of them.
"Look... Damien..." Vincent turned to face Damien and he spoke sincerely as he tried to reason and understand. "I don't know what's been going on lately. I don't like this contention going on between us. I want you to talk to me. Tell me what's going on."
"There's nothing to talk about. You already apologized."
"Yes but that's not what I'm talking about."
"Then what ARE you talking about?"
"The contention going on between us lately; 'before' just the day before. Surely, you've felt it too?"
"Contention?"
"Yes. That's what I said."
"I don't know what you mean."
Damien looked genuinely confused! Vincent just couldn't understand why Damien didn't see what he was talking about. If he was being honest with himself, he had only noticed it during the last few weeks. Prior to that, they'd gotten on well enough and had always been able to work things out. It only seemed to be getting worse....and for some reason it felt like it was only around Aiden. He couldn't quite figure it out. Surely, that couldn't be it, he thought. Surely, Damien would tell him if he had a problem with Aiden! Up until the day before yesterday, the two seemed to have worked out whatever problem they had. But apparently they hadn't and something still seemed off between them even the other day. But...hadn't it always? Vincent had not forgotten what Bernadette had told him about Damien and Aiden's quarrel while he was still abed with high fever. He trusted she would never lie to him; especially about something like that. Therefore, he had taken her word that they had worked it. After all, Aiden hadn't come to him about Damien's misconduct. Was there not as big of a problem as he believed it was? Or was it just worse under the surface?
"Well," Vincent cleared his throat and began calmly, "that aside, I wanted to talk to you about something else. Just...I want to have a heart to heart, okay? Two days ago-"
"But you-"
"Don't interrupt me. Please let me finish."
Damien scowled but he closed his mouth and folded his arms over his chest defensively. However he did keep his mouth closed as he quirked his brow at Vincent and waited for whatever he was going to tell him. Opposite him, Vincent stared up at him calmly and waited for him. Once he saw Damien was actually going to listen he continued.
"Two days ago when you and I were speaking, some of the things you said to me were out of line." Vincent watched Damien's jaw tighten as his jaw clenched. Vincent felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach but tried to explain how he felt anyway. "You really hurt my feelings; especially when you accused me of being too intoxicated." And, sure enough, he'd barely had a chance to utter the last word of his sentence before Damien cut in defensively, "Well YOU hurt MY feelings!"
"I know, and I already apologized. But I still want to talk about what you-"
"You know I can't help what I say when I get angry!"
"Damien, don't you see?! THIS is what I'm talking about! We never argue like this!"
"You are just mad that I called you out on it!" He took a step closer and poked Vincent's chest which caused him to gasp in surprise! "It's not MY fault you like to overindulge in alcohol and herbs! Damn it, Vincent! You know what? Sometimes it's hard to tell if it's 'you' I'm talking to, or your addictions!"
Vincent's face fell, and for the second time this week he very nearly broke down completely. He bit his lower lip and gave a small nod before turning and facing away from Damien. He defensively folded his arms over his chest as his shoulders sank depressingly. That had hurt. It had hurt a lot. Was that really how Damien felt?
Damien sighed. He ran his hands over his face then peeked at Vincent through his fingers. Vincent still wasn't looking at him. He was just...standing there dejectedly and hurt. Frowning slightly, Damien stepped closer and placed his hand on Vincent's shoulder. At his touch, however, Vincent turned away more; clearly not wanting to be touched.
"What do you want me to say, Vincent? I'm sorry, okay?"
After several seconds of no response, Damien huffed and leaned around him and peered at the side of his face. Still nothing. In fact, Vincent turned his head away from him even more! 'Damn it all!' Damien thought. He groaned softly and leaned his forearms against the railing and leaned against it. He hung his head down slightly before glancing back at Vincent.
"Come on. You know I didn't mean that," he tried again, his voice softening. This time he sounded more sincere. "I really am sorry, Vincent. You know sometimes I say things I don't mean. Don't let this silly misunderstanding ruin what we have." At this, Vincent took a deep breath and slowly let it out before turning to glance over his shoulder at Damien, his gaze lifting towards his face but unable to meet his eyes.
"Is that what you really think of me?"
"I just said I didn't. Look, why don't we just start over and put all this behind us? We agree there have been misunderstandings and things done and said that we don't mean."
Vincent licked his lips as he considered that. Maybe Damien was right and it would be best to put it behind them and move on from it. While things had never escalated this much, they had done the same thing in the past once they reached an understanding. It always seemed to work out and they were fine again. Though, this time Aiden was a third party in this. Would things be okay with Aiden too?
"What about Aiden?"
"He will be fine! And if he can't work this out with me, it's not a big deal. He can leave just like the others did and go back to that little garage you plucked him out of." Damien gave a noncommittal shrug then confidently slid his arm around Vincent's shoulders and drew him to his side with an encouraging grin. Much to his delight he watched as Vincent lifted his gaze to finally look at him and gave a small smile and replied, "I suppose you're right."
"Of course I am!" Damien tightened his arm around Vincent's shoulders and jostled him gently with a chuckle. "You and me against the world, right?"
Vincent smiled a bit more and nodded. "Yeah, you and me against the world." Damien grinned and looked up at the sky and continued to ramble on about how he couldn't wait to get back up into the air. Beside him, Vincent's gaze lowered and he looked down at the railing. He could feel his mood sinking more and more. He couldn't help feeling like he hadn't really had a chance to get out what he wanted to say. It felt unfinished on Vincent's end but they HAD agreed it was a misunderstanding and to just move on from it. He decided to push it down and just...tuck it away. Perhaps things would just get better after all; just like Damien was saying. However, there was still something he couldn't seem to shake.
While he had voiced his agreement, the idea of Aiden leaving because he couldn't work things out with Damien made him feel even worse; somehow even worse than this unfinished business with Damien. Aiden was NOT like the handful of others who had departed from Leon's Claw. Aiden was special...important. He didn't want to see him go!
"...and in a few weeks your ribs will be healed! Guh...I'm so bored. I can't wait to get back in the air again," Damien was saying beside him. He appeared not to notice Vincent's quick-sinking depression. Perhaps it was better that way, Vincent figured. He really didn't want to upset Damien even more tonight. He was tired and growing more and more exhausted. Honestly, he just wanted to be done. He wanted to be alone. More than anything, he just wanted to escape. However, Vincent noticed Damien didn't seem ready to leave anytime soon. He'd have to do something about that.
"You're right!" Vincent replied with a small smirk, nudging Damien gently with his elbow as an idea had suddenly come to him. All he had to do was play along to keep Damien in a good enough mood. "Just a few more weeks. You're worried about being bored right? So why don't you keep yourself entertained by going to your family's gathering?" Damien opened his mouth and was about to interrupt but Vincent turned in Damien's arm and quickly added, "I know you want to stay here with me but all I'm going to be doing is sitting around. Boring. I'm boring."
"Are you trying to get rid of me?"
"I am pointing out the benefits if you go...such as the amazing food you KNOW will be there and you can share all your new adventures with everyone. It's been a long while since you've been there. You know everyone loves to hear when you tell a story! It would be fun!"
Damien gave a smug smirk and shrug as Vincent stroked his ego. He was right: everyone DID enjoy a good story and Damien had plenty to share now. The younger generations of his family all seemed to look up to him. It never failed to boost his ego.
"Honestly," Vincent continued, "you won't miss a thing. I intend to spend the next few weeks with my nose in a book."
"You'd rather choose a book over my company? How nice."
"Hmph! I keep telling you I'm not nice!"
Damien laughed and lifted his arm off of Vincent's shoulder so he could turn and face him properly as he leaned against the railing. Vincent turned fully to face him and gave him a small, amused smirk. "There are no plans except to sit and rest. Honest. No more adventures for me for a while. I am going to be resting. Bernadette's orders. Go with your sister. Go enjoy your vacation away and just have fun! You deserve it! You'll be back in three weeks from now, yes? By then my ribs should be good enough to go sailing! You and I can go together and then you can tell me all about your trip. It will give us both something to look forward to!"
"Fine," Damien finally agreed with a small chuckle. "I suppose you're right." He chuckled before he reached over his head and stretched and felt his back pop where he needed it and let himself drift off with thoughts of going to his family reunion after all.
"Good! It's decided!" Vincent agreed before Damien could change his mind. He had to fight to actually sigh with relief. While he truly did enjoy Damien's friendship, right now he really needed time away from him. It was best just to let him be happy and just...get past this for now. Maybe one day they could actually talk this out like he wanted to. He also figured that this time apart might be just what Damien and Aiden needed as well.
"Well since I'm here why don't we have dinner at The Fat Lady's? We can celebrate getting past all this messy business!" Damien was saying, but already Vincent felt his stomach lurch at the idea; especially at the mention of the tavern where Thorn and Micah had accused him of gambling. He smiled weakly and shook his head. "I appreciate the offer, but I think I will need to postpone. Why don't we celebrate tomorrow instead?"
"How come?"
"How come? Because I am not ready to go out tonight. I have a headache brewing, my ribs are aching, and I was not prepared for company let alone ready to go out in public tonight." Vincent pleaded exhaustedly. He just wanted to be left alone! And indeed, Damien finally began to see how tired Vincent looked. He did look a bit pale, didn't he? His brow furrowed in concern and asked, "Vincent, why didn't you say so? I could have just come back another time!"
Vincent fought back the knee-jerk reaction of angrily calling Damien a rather creative, colorful name. Instead, he sighed and just snorted at the irony of the situation and went to head back inside. Damien could have started with that when he first arrived! he thought.
Finally Vincent managed in a convincing voice as he paused at the door: "It's fine. Don't worry about it. Come on. I'll see you out."
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La Vallée d'Aoste à ma guise - La Valle d'Aosta a modo mio - Aosta Valley in my own way
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Valle d'Aosta - Vallée d'Aoste
(Une Montagne d'émotions...)
Clickalps Photography - Troise Carmine - Washi
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Fotocamere:
Canon 5D Mark lV
Canon EOS 7D Mark ll
Obiettivi:
Canon EF 100-400mm f/4.5-5.6 L IS USM II
Canon EF 24-105mm f/4L IS USM II
Canon EF 16-35mm f/4L IS USM
Canon EF 50mm f/1.4 USM
Canon EF 100mm f/2.8 Macro USM
Treppiede Manfrotto 190 X Prob
Testa Manfrotto a sfera compact nera con attacco rapido 496RC2 con frizione
Piastra a sgancio rapido 200PL
Persistent URL: digital.lib.muohio.edu/u?/snyder,2686
Subject (TGM): Buildings; Libraries; Universities and colleges;
Persistent URL: floridamemory.com/items/show/338215
Local call number: DCWHC001126
Title: Models posing in Jantzen bathing suits at Cypress Gardens
Date: ca. 1954
Physical descrip: 1 transparency - col. - 5 x 4 in.
Series Title: Department of Commerce Collection
Repository: State Library and Archives of Florida
500 S. Bronough St., Tallahassee, FL, 32399-0250 USA, Contact: 850.245.6700, Archives@dos.myflorida.com
Persistent URL: floridamemory.com/items/show/332356
Local call number: DC031438
Title: Women modeling two-piece bathing suits at Pensacola Beach.
Date: 1963
Physical descrip: 1 transparency - col. - 5 x 4 in.
Series Title: Department of Commerce Collection
Repository: State Library and Archives of Florida
500 S. Bronough St., Tallahassee, FL, 32399-0250 USA, Contact: 850.245.6700, Archives@dos.myflorida.com
While it was crowded down at Lake Louise, the trail to the Beehive wasn’t. The Big Beehive mountain stood tall behind Mirror Lake. I appreciated how the lake got its name. The persistent overcast sky lingered the whole time while hiking. It lightly sprinkled a few times. The sun occasionally played peekaboo as though it wanted to remind the hikers that it was there. Just behind the blanket of the pale clouds. It was time to continue my hike to Lake Agnes and then to the top of the Big Beehive.
Persistent rain falls on the Staffordshire and Worcestershire Canal, as 66533 "Hanjin Express" heads south with 4L93 Crewe Basford Hall to Felixstowe liner, Saturday 2.4.16
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All the leaves are long gone, but the paper thin seed pods of the Golden Raintree or Chinese Lantern remain in late Fall.
Persistent URL: digital.lib.muohio.edu/u?/snyder,2690
Subject (TGM): Buildings; Gymnasiums; Moving of structures; Universities and colleges;
Either a juvenile or female, this is one of three Ruby Throats that visit our Butterfly Bush and nectar feeders. This one is aggressive, and chases off the other two...though they find ways to sneak back as well.
The bush is now almost devoid of blossoms, and the overnight temps will be dropping down close to freezing soon. Sadly, these TINY little wonders will soon be flying South. We will miss their antics.