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THE ANIMAL CRUSADE
One day all the sties and burrows opened
And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring
cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture
the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn
You could see by their snouts that they meant business
You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr
They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke
once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero
the one with the garden
They were, to cut a long story short, fed up
And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off
the flayed skin of flight had faded
The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses
that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers
gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication
Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black
as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black
It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye
At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon
as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids
So the holy animals
travelled the holy world
And do you know how or why?
Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!
Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness
or bled a city dry
Now and then trampled on a Jesus
or struck down a prophet or a princess
They were beginning to get tired
Haste no longer necessary
The one day’s deities left the fire
H.H. ter Balkt
Translation: Willem Groenewegen
When it comes to 'fast food' the Hobby is the ultimate exponent
He hunts for it at high speed
His prey (usually dragonfly's) attempt to escape at high speed
He spectacularly catches them at high speed
And., predictably eating it on the wing., the food gets dispatched at high speed
This is one bird that doesn't wait to read the menu!
THE ANIMAL CRUSADE
One day all the sties and burrows opened
And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring
cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture
the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn
You could see by their snouts that they meant business
You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr
They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke
once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero
the one with the garden
They were, to cut a long story short, fed up
And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off
the flayed skin of flight had faded
The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses
that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers
gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication
Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black
as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black
It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye
At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon
as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids
So the holy animals
travelled the holy world
And do you know how or why?
Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!
Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness
or bled a city dry
Now and then trampled on a Jesus
or struck down a prophet or a princess
They were beginning to get tired
Haste no longer necessary
The one day’s deities left the fire
H.H. ter Balkt
Translation: Willem Groenewegen
After looking very promising for several hours in the afternoon, predictably the activity died down as soon as it got dark. But later there was a brief burst of activity, shown here,
To view a short timelapse video on YouTube, click here:
I'm so predictable
Fall every time, ain't it pitiful
And it's not enough
I tried to quit
But I'm giving up
THE ANIMAL CRUSADE
One day all the sties and burrows opened
And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring
cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture
the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn
You could see by their snouts that they meant business
You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr
They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke
once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero
the one with the garden
They were, to cut a long story short, fed up
And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off
the flayed skin of flight had faded
The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses
that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers
gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication
Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black
as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black
It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye
At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon
as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids
So the holy animals
travelled the holy world
And do you know how or why?
Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!
Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness
or bled a city dry
Now and then trampled on a Jesus
or struck down a prophet or a princess
They were beginning to get tired
Haste no longer necessary
The one day’s deities left the fire
H.H. ter Balkt
Translation: Willem Groenewegen
I have been trying to get out before sunrise three mornings a week in order to view and possibly photograph the Snowy Owls in our area before they end their hunt and start to rest. Most mornings are the same, with the temperature and the amount of sun predictable the night before.
Yesterday was quite different. The drive from my house to this area takes maybe ten minutes on mostly rural roads, and the temperature dropped from -15 to -28 en route. That meant that I was underdressed, first of all, and second, that something unusual was going on.
Then I hit the ice fog. The Snowy chase was over before it started, and my attention shifted to the world around me in a different way. It was supposed to be a perfect sunrise, without a cloud in the sky, but the plummeting temperatures meant that ice fog had formed and created really unique light.
I am not in any way a landscape photographer - what I tried to use was what I thought looked interesting and ideas I have seen on Flickr, most notably from Paul Jones and James Page, whose landscape work and whose ideas I admire greatly. But this was more reportage of an interesting environmental moment, and trying to work a few beginner things out.
And I really loved the way the roof of the silo poked out and caught the first light.
The Snowies were above it all, perched in the rising sun on hydro poles. This image was taken looking away from the sunrise, to the northwest, before the sun broke the horizon, and in the middle of Snowy territory.
I love the art and design from Oblivion. This is Sky Tower 49 from the movie with my small and predictable addition.
The amazing digital artist who did the original image can be found here.
Flares on Friday produces yet another from my Oct 2022 chase of the Decatur & Eastern Illinois train 101. It is predictable, runs for morning sun, and normally sports a clean pair of flares. Plus, this old B&O line has numerous small towns that each have a look of their own. I was on the edge of a cloud doink here, but it helped cut down on the shadows I guess.
A sleeping giant. Wish I'd been here at the right time. I liked the textures, tones and layers though as she slumbered.
"The Great Fountain Geyser is a fountain-type geyser located in the Firehole Lake area of Lower Geyser Basin of Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming. It is the only predictable geyser in the Lower Geyser Basin. The geyser erupts every 9 to 15 hours. Great Fountain's maximum height ranges from about 75 feet (23 m) to over 220 feet (67 m). Its duration is usually about one hour but durations of over two hours have been seen." Wiki
I'll plan better next time catch this impressive geyser in it's full glory.
A common resident bird - one that cannot be missed in the countryside. They are bright green, agile and constantly flying from wires and small bare plants. These are social birds and always seen in 3-5, and sometimes in large numbers more than 10 - 30. At places, they are very comfortable with the people and get too close as well.
In the grasslands sighted this young one - judging by the size - it was quite small - on this small dry twig. The bee-eaters are predictable that they like Shrikes hunt from the same perch and come back to it. So this one hunted a small bee and was sort of showing to the other one who didn't seem interested as it consumed a bee just seconds before.
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Conrail job CA-11 heads north at the swing bridge over Raccoon Creek in Bridgeport, NJ, with two CSX SD40's on Dec. 28, 2022. I'm a big fan of consistency and predictability-- this job has had the same pair of units virtually every day for the last few years and seems to head north at Bridgeport roughly the same time every day they run.
Male Hooded Merganser shows off his best stuff as he tries to impress the lady. As he rears back, he gets off a kindof vibrating "froglike croak". They were a little less predictable this season than last - I think I only got one really good session with this behavior, on a cold overcast morning. What a kick to watch them, and how lucky am I.
This Caspian Tern just caught a fish in the pond. After swallowing the fish it went through his usual beak cleaning routine. This is so predictable if you are prepared you can have a great action shot. Richmond Hill, Ontario
100x outside adventures
After a spectacularly rubbish start to the year (the death of my wonderful father-in-law), I've managed to post my first outside adventure which (predictably) was a long walk on a bitterly cold and biting January day.
With full apologies to Edward Hopper, I present a variation on his classic "Summer Evening" with another predictable addition.
A Bar called 'This Month Only' makes perfect sense in our Pandemic age. The future is not predictable, as unprecedented powers were given to the incompetent city bureaucrats. With steady rising prices who can afford a drink in a licensed establishment anyway. Drink alone, for less, if you can spend money on anything other then the basics. Of course 'basic' is individually defined measurement. Dupont Street, named after George Dupont Wells, this used to be an industrial street. So far the street name is safe, until some 'researcher' discovers that George used foul language when he was a teenager or said something what may not sound quite kosher in 2022. (Toronto likes to reverse history, by just renaming streets)
028. Toronto Taken 2022- May 07, P1240826. Upload 2022-May 25. Lmx -ZS100.
One of the Jays at Monrepos. Luckily for photographers they are quite predictable. He returned again and again to this tree stump to pick up a nut and then fly into a nearby tree and eat it. I could take many photos and my presence didn't bother him at all.
Australian magpies are a predictable companion wherever food might be available - picnic spots and parks especially!
I know squirrels are common and predictable; However, this American Red Squirrel was outside of my office window preparing for the cold snap that will arrive upon us in the next couple days. An interesting fact about these squirrels; their bushy tails are primarily used for balance as they jump from tree to tree in wooded areas, and also for intimidating other squirrels.
This grade II Building was built in the grounds of Newbegin House in 1864 by a Hull Newspaper Proprietor and Brewer William Bettison ...Bettison was an exacting employer of predictable habits. He liked to Dine immediately he arrived home. And it is said that a servant could ascend the tower to warn kitchen staff of his approach to Hornsea so his Meal could be ready and waiting for Him as he came through the door .
Today I wimped out while driving to meet up with Steve and Rob for a short trip out west. The road I take is steep and windy in places and by the time I reached one of the highest points it was snowing onto an icy surface. A touch of the break turned the car into sledge, majestically gliding into the verge. This was followed by a couple of twitches while turning bends, one of which resulted in another 'kiss' of the verge and my mind was made up. I called Steve, bailed out of the planned trip and headed for home.
It was probably predictable that an hour later the snow and ice began to melt and we even saw the sunshine for a while, enough to tempt me out for walk number 2 with the dog to a local waterfall that was looking very much like something from Santa's grotto.
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Sometimes the most interesting visual phenomena occur when you least expect it. Other times, you think you’re getting something amazing and the photographs turn out to be boring and predictable. So I think that’s why, a long time ago, I consciously tried to let go of artist’s angst, and instead just hope for the best and enjoy it. I love the journey as much as the destination. If I wasn’t a photographer, I’d still be a traveler :-)
Michael Kenna
HMM!! Justice Matters! No one is above the law!
rose, little theater rose garden, raleigh, north carolina
between earth and sky
and one direction, upward,
toward higher grounds.
...predictable when you're born in a Wood year. :)
Capturing images of Least Bitterns in flight can be tricky because their impetus and direction of launch is often unpredictable. An exception is during the three-to-four-week period when their hatchlings are on or near the nest, before they have fledged, when they are completely dependent on the parents for food. Then, both parents will follow a cautious but predictable pattern and a flight path that can be anticipated when conditions are right. The adult birds will venture fairly far from the nest area to gather baitfish, which they hold in their gullet prior to feeding the young. On their return, they first perch within sight of the nest and scope the area for any sign of predators (stage one). Once satisfied that the way is clear, they make a bee-line to a spot a few yards from the nest where they blend into to reeds (stage two). Finally, they make their way to the waiting hatchlings and regurgitate the food into their yawning beaks (stage three).
If I am lucky enough to find a nest in a conducive location, I can sit quietly in my kayak close enough to be within feet of the stage two flight path but far enough from the nest to avoid stressing the birds. In this case, luck was with me on Horsepen Bayou.
I am starting to edit my Costa Rica shots photographed on a photo tour led by Juan Carlos Vindas of Neotropic Photo Tours. I will not post in any particular order and out of respect to ur excellent tour leader, will not add GPS data.
The Oropendola flight to feeders was not all that predictable but i still managed to grab a few frames. not easy with 840mm but i like the results when i get them.
THE ANIMAL CRUSADE
One day all the sties and burrows opened
And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring
cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture
the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn
You could see by their snouts that they meant business
You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr
They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke
once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero
the one with the garden
They were, to cut a long story short, fed up
And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off
the flayed skin of flight had faded
The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses
that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers
gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication
Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black
as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black
It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye
At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon
as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids
So the holy animals
travelled the holy world
And do you know how or why?
Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!
Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness
or bled a city dry
Now and then trampled on a Jesus
or struck down a prophet or a princess
They were beginning to get tired
Haste no longer necessary
The one day’s deities left the fire
H.H. ter Balkt
Translation: Willem Groenewegen
I hope you are not getting bored of my seascapes, I do actually have other photographic interests but the weather has been kind recently and I have LOADS of them to trawl through and process and very little else right now.
Another from the "Beach Shootout" before Mike's birthday party, which he unfortunately couldn't make.
The Kansas City to Oakland Forwarder was a fairly predictable afternoon departure out of Pueblo. A nice coating of snow highlights the scene containing this version of a KCOAF behind a pair of SP Tunnel Motors and a Santa Fe SD45.
"Hey I’m just letting it all hang out
Picture me rolling up with ya
Picture me rolling off with love
Picture us rolling past the stars
I’ll be good for ya'
And cause you’re unpredictable
I said it’s so predictable
That you’re just so unpredictable
Unpredictable
Solo, solo, solo yeah
Solo, solo, solo yeah
I jump solo, I drown so low
I’m finally
Controlling my emotions
Dug me up from the ocean
I’m feeling everything at once
Hey I’m just letting it all hang out
Picture me rolling up with ya'
Picture us rolling past the stars
I'll be good for ya
Solo, solo, solo yeah
Eyes closed, eyes closed
See I know
I jump solo, I drown so low
And cause you’re unpredictable
I said it’s so predictable
That you’re just so unpredictable
Unpredictable."- QUIÑ ♫
Taken on Aria’s photo platform. Big thank you to Aria for setting this up with me.
I knew I wanted to do something with this prop, and didn’t want to do anything predictable so I hope I nailed it.
In case you don’t know where the turkey on the head came from, it was a from the TV show Friends, one of many Thanksgiving episodes. (U.S. of course, but I won’t hold that against them)
Each day is born with a sunrise
and ends in a sunset, the same way we
open our eyes to see the light,
and close them to hear the dark.
You have no control over
how your story begins or ends.
But by now, you should know that
all things have an ending.
Every spark returns to darkness.
Every sound returns to silence.
And every flower returns to sleep
with the earth.
The journey of the sun
and moon is predictable.
But yours,
is your ultimate
ART.
- S. Kassem
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A pair of fresh C44-8Ws lead the Baltimore to Chicago TOFC R137 through the S curves at Foley, PA as they climb towards the summit at Sand Patch. This train was a predictable early morning departure out of Cumberland and thus a frequent target for photographers at the Foley overlook.
hadn't got a clue what to title this, and i came a cross a long time favourite Frank Zappa track from one of my first albums. It was a peachy sort of morning, even though it was also freezing cold. If only these days were predictable, but then that would spoil the excitement.
A second photo of one of the Pied Wagtails I spent a little while watching on my recent visit to Old Moor. These birds made for quite easy photography as they flitted between three of four perches which made for predictable flight patterns.
At El Ensueño, Quindío, Colombia.
On April 7, 2021, I spent about an hour in the late afternoon photographing a Vermilion Flycatcher (Pyrocephalus rubinus). It was the first day after arriving in Colombia. It's a common bird in rural landscapes often seen on fence posts and low branches. They are an easy bird to photograph because you can get pretty close to them with a bit of patience, and they often return predictably to a specific tree branch.
Given the title of the picture, you'd probably expect me to put a link to that Don McLean song here, right? But I freakin' hate being predictable, so here's REM's Gardening at Night instead. :-)
One of the interesting things I have learned after spending the past 6 summers taking photographs of lightning is how predictable it can be at times. Its like a bit of order within the chaos. Of course in this case predictable is a relative term. Much of the time, especially when a storm is real close, you just sort of look around and hope you don't get in the way
Oh, those old days when "screens" just involved watching a snowman ski down a snowy slope over and over again. So predictable and reassuring...this is actually part of a holiday display in my Chicago neighborhood and I found it pretty charming.
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Old Faithful is a cone geyser located in Wyoming, in Yellowstone National Park in the United States. Old Faithful was named in 1870 during the Washburn-Langford-Doane Expedition and was the first geyser in the park to receive a name.[3][4] It is one of the most predictable geographical features on Earth, erupting almost every 63 minutes. The geyser, as well as the nearby Old Faithful Inn, is part of the Old Faithful Historic District.
…for a table at the stylish and reassuringly expensive, Mar de Nudos at the port in Palma, matched only by the wait for the evening’s first copa which turned out to be posh lager.
We’re so predictable.
Anyways, the fact we had no reservation but I am possessed of a little wit and a certain Iberian persuasive charm (I asked nicely using emotional blackmail basically) ensured us a table para dos at the coveted water’s edge position…
…I should’ve been a politician 😆
DAIR's MDRSC-13 strolls out of Baltic, SD amid some great complimentary color. These guys are a great stronghold of EMD power and their predictable service pattern makes them a worthy visit anytime during quarrying season.
Rannoch Moor is home to some of the most photographed views in the Highlands. The lochans provide the perfect foreground, the mountains the perfect backdrop. On this particular day, the water was mirror calm beneath broken cloud and the mountains were bathed in golden sunlight. In other words, perfect conditions.
Unfortunately, by the time I’d found a shot I liked the light had all but gone. It doesn’t help that I’m so slow, as anyone who’s had the misfortune to join me on a walk with my camera will know to their cost. But that’s just how it goes for me. Even when I find something I’m often not sure what I’ve got. I waste precious time bumbling about pondering which rock goes where. That's exactly what happened here, with predictable consequences. At the very moment I finally planted my tripod, the sun passed behind a bank of cloud, and that was that.
Never mind. I still like this image. There’s just enough diffuse light to warm the sky and catch the mountains. Of course, the drama of the scene two or three minutes earlier was something to behold. But alas, I can’t show you that. Bugger, as we photographers say, this being the technical photographic term for… Bugger.
Leica Q2, Summilux 1.7/28 ASPH. Original photograph copyright © Simon Miles. Not to be used without permission. Thanks for looking.
Well that's what it reminds me of, when viewed from the right angle anyway.
We spent a while beetling up and down the road to the immediate west of Kirkjufell, trying to find a reflection across the shallow inlet in front of it. In the event we had to turn around when we arrived at the end of the road at what appeared to be a prison. With nowhere to pull up we abandoned the campervan at the gate near the main road and headed towards the water, almost immediately under attack from an unimpressed Arctic Tern who was clearly defending a nearby nest.
We quickly moved on to the car park by the waterfall to reach this classic view and found ourselves in the company of a handful of photographers taking more or less exactly the same shot as us. We're nothing if not predictable, but I suppose when you arrive somewhere for the first time, you want to take if for yourself don't you? It's a fantastic sight after all. Conditions weren't great during most of our adventure, and this was the first overnight stop of the road trip. There was at least a bit of cloud and so I went for a long exposure to try and catch some movement. I've seen some spectacular images from here. Sadly this isn't one of them, but it evokes those feelings of the beginning of what was a very memorable adventure.