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You see the look of concentration in his face. This is due to the fact he just hatched this sinister plot to play a trick on his food competitor, the Blue Jay, by hollowing out the peanut and making off with the actual contents but leaving the empty shell in place. He waits nearby and when a Jay falls for this by pulling the empty shell out of the green slinky, he starts laughing his head off. This is where his name comes from - Nuthatch – hatching sinister plots involving nuts. Ok, I won’t lie to you – hatch is related to hack – hacking at nuts wedged in crevices or green slinky like contraptions. But I like my word derivation better.
And this of course, brings us back to sinister plots. (WARNING: this is a rant and has nothing to do with the image)
Has anyone noticed that the price of gas at the pump is basically back to what it was before the price of oil began to tank. Well, you may think it’s because the oil companies finally paid attention to motorists who were loudly complaining that this cheap gas was raising havoc with their engines. (Remember here that the connection is that quality is directly related to price – the higher the price, the higher the quality and vice versa). Hmm, since when have oil companies ever listened to the average consumer? Exactly, never. So, I am sharing the real reason for this increase in price with you. Remember my two recent trips to Elk Island Park in my beat down old truck? Yes, you guessed it. Apparently, these trips of mine increased demand for gasoline so tremendously that prices had to go up in response to this shortage caused by my barreling down the highway. I would have been the last to think that I could single-handedly help out the economy this way. Ahh yes, so very proud. You are welcome!
So, I am left wondering, am I listening to an echo or are they playing the same old refrain (my initial word selection did not use refrain but I want to maintain my family rating; it starts with an s and ends in a t and there are two more letters in-between) over and over, thinking we won’t recognize the tune. Summer – gas price high – Winter - gas price low and it does not seem to matter one iota where the price of oil is at.
The Plotter Kill, just before it reaches the Mohawk River. 'Kill' is a Dutch word meaning creek or stream. Rotterdam, New York.
Vous reprendrez bien un peu de graphisme avec votre Foutographe ? Plot Twist : il s'agit de trois plots qui twistent !
Dans son état naturel, le plot piscicole se lave le socle dans l'eau fraîche des cascades. Cependant, à l'heure de l'Humanité, il n'est pas rare de le retrouver au pied d'un barrage artificiel ou dans des grandes flaques d'eau. A l'heure de la migration, celui-ci déploie son cône et vogue jusqu'à la mer où il cherchera un.e partenaire pour s'accoupler.
Pardon. :o)
We had a special treat last night. A large seafood platter with all the trimmings from the Seafood Shack on Oban pier. It was complimented with this view from the motorhome at the North Ledaig Caravan Park, and a glass of chilled white of course.
Most people living in the UK will have a good idea of what my home county holds for the visitor, even if they've never been here. "Hmm, Cornwall," many of them say to us when we're on our own travels. "Long way down the country to get there. Nice beaches. We went to Newquay one year," or "We like to go to Stein's in Padstow. Have you been there?" In spite of the fact that we have been in possession of an unused voucher for the place since July last year, we still haven't been there. It may be a statistical fact that half of the celebrity chefs in Britain have a restaurant somewhere within 30 miles of where I live. Personally I favour Greg and Lou's fish and chip shop in Redruth, two miles from home, or Manha Spice in Illogan. As far as I'm aware, neither of the proprietors of these establishments have held down a regular slot on prime time television, but then their prices don't involve parting with family heirlooms to pay the bill and their fare is more than good enough to please my simple palate as well. Nobody has ever mentioned Redruth or Illogan in one of those awkward moments on foreign soil when strangers attempt to engage us in conversation about where we come from. I like it that way. I should stress that I have no affiliation with either establishment and will not benefit financially or otherwise if you take this as a recommendation to visit them. Although they could do me a chip butty and a Chicken Jalfrezi if they like. Not at the same time though - I'm not entirely unrefined.
Still, one thing the wider world is right about is our coast. Surrounded by the sea on three sides and attached to the rest of England by a handful of miles in the north east corner it's stunning, whatever the season. Wild, windswept and remote it's a place that visitors have been coming to for far longer than any of us have been on the planet. Enormous sandy sweeps backed by dunes, small rocky inlets and coves, and pretty harbours filled with fishing boats draw them in their droves. Generally speaking, people know we have a coastline.
What we're less famous for is our rivers. The country isn't long, wide or flat enough to have many broad sweeping meanders plotting their way through sunlit meadows past nodding willows and sleepy villages. But some of the ones we do have are spectacular. The River Fowey (pronounced Foy - just to set you on the right foot with the locals) crashes down from the wilderness of Bodmin Moor, making its way southwards until it meets the sea at the town of the same name (also pronounced Foy). I can sit and watch it happily for hours.
And that's exactly what I did on Saturday at Golitha Falls. I was here a couple of months earlier in the same position, taking more or less the same picture. When I got home I was disappointed by the glare on the surface of the river and decided I must have forgotten to spin the polariser. Cursing myself for a schoolboy error I vowed to return, only to find that the problem persisted. I'd evidently done everything I could have the previous time, but failed to appreciate that the filter wasn't going to remove all of the glare. I guess it's something we're all just going to have to live with.
In a couple of weeks I'm going to head there again. While many of you live further north in the UK and are seeing the colours change already, the leaves are still mostly green down here in the far South West. I want them to be red, brown and gold, but it seems I need to wait a while longer. I love having a reason to need to go back.
Ceci est un plot aux fausses allures de carotte. Mais nous ne y trompons pas : alors que la carotte est dans notre potager, le plot est dans nos villes, nos campagnes !
Petawawa Research Forest ON 24 Aug 2021
The control plot shows how without intervention, the White Pine does not regenerate here
It itched, tangentally, in a million different directions. All of them captivating, none of them anatomically correct.
Lake Wales is a city in Polk County, Florida. The population was 14,225 at the 2010 census. As of 2019, the population estimated by the U.S. Census Bureau is 16,759. It is part of the Lakeland–Winter Haven Metropolitan Statistical Area. Lake Wales is located in central Florida, west of Lake Kissimmee and east of Tampa.
The land around the present city was surveyed in 1879 by Sidney Irving Wailes, who changed the name of a lake, then known as Watts Lake, to Lake Wailes.
The city of Lake Wales was established near the lake in 1911–12, planned by the Lake Wales Land Company. The spelling Wales was used for the city, although the lake is still generally spelled Lake Wailes. Allen Carleton Nydegger, a Civil Engineer, was contracted by the Lake Wales Land Company to plot out the community of Lake Wales. He and his crew camped on the shores of Crystal Lake and spent months plotting out the new community. In 1925 the Atlantic Coastline Railroad built a new line from Haines City joining lines to Everglades City. A depot was opened on this line at Lake Wales. The City of Lake Wales was officially incorporated in April 1917.
In 2004, Lake Wales endured the effects of three hurricanes which came through the area: Hurricane Charley, Hurricane Frances and Hurricane Jeanne. The three hurricanes brought hurricane-force winds to the Lake Wales area within a space of 44 days. In 2017, Hurricane Irma brought more hurricane-force winds to Lake Wales.
The town lies near the geographical center of the Florida peninsula. Lake Wales is located on the Lake Wales Ridge, a sandy upland area running roughly parallel to both coasts in the center of the peninsula. According to the United States Census Bureau, the city has a total area of 14.0 square miles (36 km2), of which 13.4 square miles (35 km2) is land and 0.7 square miles (1.8 km2) (4.71%) is water.
Lake Wales is located in the humid subtropical zone of the (Köppen climate classification: Cfa). In 2004, the eyes of Hurricanes Charley, Frances and Jeanne all passed near the town. Virtually all physical damage has been restored.
Local attractions in the area include:
*Bok Tower Gardens
*Camp Mack's River Resort
*Spook Hill, an optical illusion which makes a car in neutral appear as if it is traveling uphill (gravity hill)
*The commercial historic district in the heart of the old town contains important examples of architecture from the period of the Florida land boom of the 1920s. The district's tallest building, the Hotel Grand, has been boarded up for many years but has been purchased and is in the process of being restored.
*The Lake Wales Museum and Cultural Center is a history museum funded by a public-private partnership. It offers exhibits and artifacts from the pre-Columbian era to modern.
*Grove House, the visitor's center for the agricultural cooperative Florida's Natural (located across from the company's processing plant).
*Chalet Suzanne This attraction has closed.
The Shrine of Ste Anne des Lacs
Credit for the data above is given to the following website:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Wales,_Florida
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One from last year that I was never really happy with,..... the sun was too bright! Here we see the gatehouse to the Manor House at Ashby St.Ledgers, Northamptonshire. It was here, in the room above the Gatehouse, that Robert Catesby and the other conspirators planned the Gunpowder Plot in 1605.
Photo taken 15th May 2015
So this was taken last year, during an epic night of shooting with Reid. Now, I am not sure the lake will be melted out by July 25th this year. I have heard there is still several feet of snow on the lake. However, that will just provide an excellent canvas for some light painting theatrics.
In any event, this is from almost a year ago, when the lake was at its best. This particular picture was, I thought, lesser photo. However, I have learned a lot about processing in the past few moths that have allowed me to really bring out the best of this photo.
I'd also like to direct everyone to this great shot by Chuck Hillard which was taken just a few days ago using a puttle of water on the road.
Hope everyone is having a great weekend. I have to work, but I am totaly looing forward to Monday and Tuesda Night.
Glory be to God for dappled things –
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
Gerard Manley Hopkins, "Pied Beauty"
Scott found this fancy looking wooden coffee table / storage centre last night and brought it back to the house to see if maybe we could refinish it and maybe use it to store his photography gear or something.
I told him that he should send a photo to my Dad to get his thoughts and maybe engage him to help *cough*dothework*cough* which he did after the neighbour's finished inspecting the find.
The box/coffee table thing had him a little distracted as we sat outside and he pondered all the uses for the thing so I was able to snag a quick shot of him.
Not too bad considering I didn't have anything else lined up for the day.
Hope everyone has had a good day.
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The First Order is going to war. Well, at least they are trying too.
After the recent debacles this time they will be led in battle by the Supreme Leader himself.
Who? Oh, no no. Not Snoke. Forget him. I’m talking about the real Supreme Leader of the First Order:
Jar Jar Binks!
In the ruins of an ancient Sith temple Jar Jar is suiting up for the incoming battle, wearing the most powerful asset at his disposal: the dreaded… Plot Armor!
The legendary suit that protects characters from the laws of physic, logic and common sense shines on Jar Jar in all its glory.
The Clumsy Creature surely possesses the most powerful Plot Armor in existence.
Inside the ruins where once flowed a great power his Clumsiness Jar Jar Binks performs the ritual of suiting up.
Of course he needs no rite to wear it but when you are the leader of an evil organization image is important or people may thing you are actually a good person and nothing screams evil like a dark ritual inside an ancient and dark temple.
Assisted by his loyal servant Kylo Ren, Jar Jar dons each piece of his Plot Armor as the other Knights of Ren chant the greatness of the Supreme Leader and his apprentice.
The First Order legions look at them in awe.
Jar Jar Binks and Kylo Ren. What a terrifying duo they are! Silliness and incompetence at their finest!
They will lead the First Order to another embarrassing defeat but they will live to bother another day for Plot Armor is their ally. Or, as the wise Yoda would say:
“For their ally is Plot Armor. And a powerful ally it is. Logic defies it, makes it needless.”
I hope you like this parody image :)
May the Force be with You :)
Remains of an aqueduct which once carried the Erie Canal over the Plotter Kill Creek. Originally built in 1840, reconstructed in 1891 after flood damage, abandoned in the early 20th century. Rotterdam Junction, NY.
"Plot Twist"
From the "Life Lessons" series.
Photo: Reylia Slaby
Model: Reylia Slaby
Dress design by Anna Benedict
Without these words, I think that I would have taken the sadder things in life more to heart. I found this quote that read "When something goes wrong with your life, just yell "Plot twist!" and move on." That has helped me immensely, so I felt it should be a photo.
The quote is simple, even conversational, but when you start comparing your life to a book, the bad things start to lose their power, and it's a bit easier to get perspective on your situation. It's makes it seem as if something amazing is right around the corner.
One thing I realised is this : We write our own story.
Of course there are other influences, but ultimately we have choices. And people sometimes don't understand that when we choose a behaviour, we are also choosing the consequences. Including holding on to pain. Do you really want it to affect you for 10 years? Will it even matter in 3?
No, just think of life as an amazing story. There can be sad parts and plot twists, but that only makes the story better.
Always,
Reylia
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Back in the early days before the SOE got hold of me.
My basic training with the Royal observer Corp. I had a week of learning how to receive details and plot them. So much to learn in such a short period of time, I only a week before I was operational. Twelve of us girls sat around this very table, each with a sector to look after, each sector would report the height, direction, and number of enemy aircraft spotted.
They would then inform us would then put the information onto markers and place them on the table. Every few minutes an update would be given and we would again move the marker on. Obviously I can't give all the details of the job as it would endanger all involved.