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Actually I'm not being fair to the ducks - they've picked a good platform for a rest and a preen. I'm more often doolally nowadays :-o.
Oxford canal - views from the towpath. I've walked this route many times - there is always something new to see.
Some luscious colour from the coast - Converting from my working colour space (AdobeRGB) to JPEG's sRGB does lose some power in that colour
Originally created for an exhibition of the photographer platform Kamerata in Zwolle. Unfortunately the lockdown put a hold to that.
The original idea came to me for last year's exhibition (that was also cancelled) with the theme Freedom.
The final image is a combination of two shots, I would have liked to use just one but on the one with the nice sparks the flash did not fire :-(
King Power Mahanakhon
I can wholeheartedly agree with the description of the skyscraper in a travel guide: It looks like someone forgot a few LEGO bricks.😉
The platform (glass) visible at the top of the building is 310 meters high and can be accessed (crawling is also an option).😱
An evening's walk looked like it would be uneventful as the sky was grey and there was no sunlight. When all of a sudden everything changed and I was glad that I had carried a compact camera in my jacket pocket. I would like to say that I always carried a camera with me but I would be telling porky pies. I was fortunate on this occasion.
www.oxfordshire.gov.uk/wps/portal/publicsite/news?WCM_GLO...
... it comes to something when you find yourself wandering around a museum exhibition recognising all that is on display as something that you used, listened to or wore! I'm toooo far over that hill.
It was great fun though and brought back many memories.
Acrylic marker and ink 21" x 18" March 21, 2024. www.saatchiart.com/art/Drawing-Anti-Gravitational-Platfor...
On the second 'Joliet Rocket' excursion run of the weekend, Nickel Plate 765 slowly makes its way up the short, steep approach to the platforms at La Salle Street Station in downtown Chicago.
Colourful sunrise seascape with high cloud and tessellated rock platform at North Avoca Beach on the Central Coast, NSW, Australia.
I was going to call this 'Purple Swamphen pair', but then I read this on Birdlife Australia's website: 'Purple Swamphens are generally found in small groups and studies have shown that these consist of more males than females. More than one male will mate with a single female. All family members, and occasionally the young from a previous brood, share in incubation and care of the young. The nest consists of a platform of trampled reeds with the surrounding vegetation sometimes being used to form a shelter. Often two broods will be raised in a year.'
birdlife.org.au/bird-profiles/purple-swamphen/?srsltid=Af...
So here are two members of a polyamorous swamphen clan!
Taken on St Mary's, Isles of Scilly.
GIANT'S CASTLE
From here, I can look down on a gull,
wheeling against the sea, herringboned
with brown, bill agape with a timeless yawl.
I have climbed up through earthworks
with their crust of heather, and thrift gone over,
and am sitting in some giant’s seat of stone,
worn by wind. I am writing, leaning on my hat.
From here, all can be seen, kirtled
in a thin mist, from Clapper Rock to Peninnis
and Agnes beyond. I have my back to the sea;
it is too much to bear.
There are all sorts
of shades: ones who perched this precipice
with wind for company, frill-throated antiquarians
who have wondered, and down below there,
in that watch-house of stone, is my shade
watching yours. You are bending, laughing.
A black beetle negotiates your bracelets,
scales the skin of your inner arm, clinging
upside down. Gulls yawling. Wind
wearing stone. Meloes crawling.
Source material: Giant’s castle is a cliff castle on the coastal path south of Porth Hellick, St. Mary’s. It has never been excavated, but iron age pottery was discovered there during the Second World War. It consists of four curving ramparts, protecting a small, rounded area which may be a hut platform. The rest of the castle is dominated by a large, wind-worn granite outcrop. The first of the ramparts has been cut away to accommodate a watch-house, now ruined. In spring and early summer, the area is carpeted with blooms of thrift, and the violet oil beetle, Meloe violaceus, is common there. By autumn, the thrift flowers have bleached to white, and the adult beetles are nowhere to be seen.
Poem by Giles Watson, 2004.
This set includes the platform bed with headboard, 2 lamps and bedding.
Bed (and White side tables) are made out of wood.