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“Sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere. We can't always understand them, but we have to trust in them. I know you want to question everything, but sometimes it pays to just have a little faith.”
― Lauren Kate, Torment
Hummingbirds usually migrate to warmer climates long before winter sets in. However, some hummers choose to stay. We may never fully understand the question of why some do this?
The last four days has been bitterly cold here in the western part of Oregon, so I have done my best to feed the holdovers. It hasn't been easy because every morning the hummingbird feeders are frozen not allowing these little beauties to feed.
This is where I come in. I thaw out all 5 of our feeders and replace with fresh nectar. It only takes a matter of seconds for the little hummers to start feeding when I hang the feeders. They are very hungry in the morning, because all night they have been in their hibernating stage called "torpor". I encourage all to google hummingbirds and find out just how amazing these beauties are.
Thank you, and have a marvelous day! :-)
Ogni tanto mi piace usare il tele (200mm) per catturare i treni, l'effetto prospettico non è niente male ;-)
Elle rassemble les corps de 2208 soldats, dont 577 inconnus. La bataille de Morhange dont il est question s'est déroulée du 19 au 20 août 1914 et fit plus de 8000 morts.
From the Richard Harvey Kitchen Studio.
Raw file into Affinity Photo. Lost the EXIF data somehow but it’s: Canon EOS 6D Mark II, Lens EF 50mm, Exp. 1.3” @ f/18, ISO 320.
What do they call that guy who hangs off the side of the boat?
Oh, yeah. Bait.
Port of Redwood City, California.
There is no question about how this swallow got its name. The colors are very striking when the sun illuminates them. He is sitting on tufa at the edge of Mono Lake.
below from www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/a/albert_camus.html
are a few quotes from Albert Camus, French Philosopher
Date of Birth: November 7, 1913
Date of Death: January 4, 1960
You cannot create experience. You must undergo it.
You have to be very rich or very poor to live without a trade.
You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer 'yes' without having asked any clear question.
You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.
Your successes and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them.
EXPLORE # 264 on Saturday, May 3, 2008
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This species has phenomenal range from southern Canada and across two thirds of the United States from North Dakota down to Texas, from New England down to Florida, and the Gulf Coast to Central Mexico. It is a well-known species, but not commonly encountered. I was quite surprised to find it in Texas.
Family Nymphalidae/Nymphalinae
Our planet is need of balance. Balance of our use of it, balance of our dependence on it, balance of exploitation of it. Balance of its wildlife, its resources, its land, its sea, its air. It's all a question of balance.
UC Botanical Garden. I’m on entrance duty every Sunday afternoon here, welcoming visitors and answering questions (or finding someone who can) 😊
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I was going to show this image to someone this weekend and I could not find it in my stream here. I thought for sure I had uploaded it a while ago. Oh well, it's here now.
This was taken on a very wet rainy day in the Olympic National Forest.
CameraCanon EOS 5D Mark II
Exposure2
Aperturef/10.0
Focal Length19 mm
ISO Speed50
Calvin Question. "How come old photographs are always black and white? Didn’t they have color film back then?
Dad A. Sure they did. In fact, those old photographs are in color. It’s just that the world was black and white then. The world didn’t turn color until sometime in the 1930s, and it was pretty grainy color for a while, too.
Q. But then why are old paintings in color?! If the world was black and white, wouldn’t artists have painted it that way?
A. Not necessarily. A lot of great artists were insane.
Q. But… But how could they have painted in color anyway? Wouldn’t their paints have been shades of gray back then?
A. Of course, but they turned colors like everything else did in the ’30s.
Q. So why didn’t old black and white photos turn color too?
A. Because they were color pictures of black and white, remember?"
Dialog from Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson
Good morning, everyone! I hope you’re all doing great. Last weekend was an absolute blast—I spent the day exploring the University of Chicago campus, capturing some incredible infrared shots. We covered a ton of ground, and I’m so excited to finally share the results with you all! There’s something about shooting in infrared that brings out these surreal, almost dreamlike vibes, and this place was the perfect backdrop for it. Can’t wait to hear what you think! Enjoy the shot, and drop a comment if you have any questions or just want to say hey! Cheers!
«Une photo est venue, s'est soulevée, ou s'est extraite, a surgi. De la masse ou de l'immense et infini feuilletage, une photo, une seule a eu ce pouvoir — celui, un temps, de surgir ainsi, en capturant le sens, en fixant la question : comme si tout le pouvoir et toute l'étrangeté de l'image s'étaient inscrits en une seule d'entre elles, et celle-là.
Avec aussitôt, il faut le noter, un pouvoir d'appel de cette photo en direction d'une autre, non identifiée mais formant derrière la première comme un estuaire obscur. Et lorsque j'ai compris vers quoi, vers quelle autre image la première, celle qui donc avait surgi, faisait signe, j'ai vu s'ouvrir un écart : l'espace d'un livre, toute une affaire à raconter, celle du chemin allant de l'une à l'autre — une histoire d'ombres brûlées, de temps suspendu, avec la possibilité de voir revenir, mais alors secoués, les vieux schèmes de la présence et de l'absence, de la masse et du détail, du temps filé, ou filant, et du temps stoppé net. Toute la dramaturgie de ce qui porte l'essence de l'image. L'histoire d'un glissement de (ou dans) la pensée — et je voudrais que cela puisse être ou devenir comme un genre, un genre de récit.»
Jean-Christophe Bailly
L'Instant et son ombre
Just a silly question that appears to me when i looked at this picture, i mean the distance between me, my milk maker, and that mighty mountain. Basically, it's not that important, but when you have a lot of time and doing nothing, that silly question becomes more important than editing the image itself.
Anyhow, i've done a little bit of editing for this picture, increased the brightness, adding more texture, adjusted the colors, putting more blue on the sky, also making that grass looks greener by increasing their saturation.
Back on how far apart? From where i stand...i'm not gonna tell you, unless you think it's important too 😝.
The question is how close to the edge of the crater should you go to get the best shot of the lava lake...