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On our visit to the Ol Pejeta Wildlife Conservancy, we observed a group of chimpanzees at the chimpanzee conservancy. One of the Chimps that caught my eye was this fella! Laying in the Sun and enjoying the breeze, it appeared he was thinking about some deep philosophical questions! Apes are amazing aren't they?
After doing some serious research on the id of this bird, I came to no conclusion.
In early spring, at the same area, I saw two of them but never had time to take a shot. Because they flew almost right away, I thought they were Nashville Warblers. To my big surprise this week, I have seen them again. So that told me it was not a Nashville Warbler. It looks like a female Redstart to me but the yellow is very bright and all over the front which is not a female Redstart pattern. Also there is no pattern at all on the wings. I assume this is an adult as I have seen them in the spring. I have several shots but you can see the white and dark coloured pattern under the tail and some white patches on top of the tail..... I checked so many birds and still have no clue what it is. I would really appreciate your comments on that one. What do you think it is?
Is it big? Is it small?
Minigolf de Plage, Franceville, FR, 2020
Arkliukas, pin 0,2 mm, Kodak Portra 400
Prise de vue :
Leica M3, Summarit 5cm f/1.5.
Kodak : Trix 400@800 Asa.
Développement :
Kodak : D76 1+1 (11 mn) @ 20°.
Scanner :
Epson 1650.
I recently purchased an orange bird feeder to attract Baltimore Orioles. Well, today a Question Mark butterfly was out in the rain enjoying an orange. At least something is using the feeder.
ce goéland a l'air d'avoir les plumes qui prennent l'eau quelqu'un sait-il pourquoi ?
This one looks like soaked , anyone knowing why ?
Sometimes, there are moments and scenes that just hit harder than others. A gesture, or a movement, or the shape of something. It could be anything that causes the image to resonate.
For me, this is one of those moments, and I'm going to print this up and hang it on the wall in my office. There's something curious about the subjects. There are questions being asked that invites to viewer to ponder.
I take many photos in the course of a year and, I have to say, I don't think I've ever accidentally left my camera in JPEG-only mode. But that's what I did this day, and only realised when I got back what I'd done.
That's right, this image is a JPEG only, and it's good enough to print and hang.
There's probably a lesson in there for all of us.
Not all monsters are bad
But the ones who are good
Never do what they could, never do what they could
All the good monsters rattle their chains
And dance around the open flames
They make a lot of empty noise
~ Jars of Clay
PLEASE DO LEAVE NOTES! I LOVE THEM :) (and comments? *hint hint :D*)
Please do ignore the annoying grain, and I will try to do so too.
I think it's slightly better in lightbox. Press L.
I can NOT believe I made it all the way to day 300!!! I didn't even realize it was day 300 until I went to upload my photo :D
I was tagged again by her.
1. I'm really unsure about the tones here... I was just playing around with curves :D
2. I can't wait until January because after that I won't have math for a WHOLE FREAKING YEAR!!!! Wooot!! So excited!!! :D
3. I hate math :( Especially algebra *barf face*
4. I'm excited for school to end forever and to have my own house and job and everything :) I'm excited to grow up...
5. CHRISTMAS IS IN 17 DAYS!!!
6. And my birthday is in 29 days!!
7. I really wanna dye my hair... What color do you think?
8. Right now I'm wearing old pants that I found while packing. They are too small (size 5) and the button broke off so all that's holding them together right now is my belt :D They're currently digging into my legs... But I kinda like them :)
9. It was actually soooo warm outside today!! I wasn't even cold in my T-shirt and skirt!! It was a whole 8 degrees Celsius. Yes. That's warm.
10. I'm really gonna miss this field when we move :( But I think it will challenge me more, because right now I can just go outside and take some hair-flip or jumping pictures in the field when I don't have inspiration, but there I'll actually have to think about what I'm doing...
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300/365
65 days. I. Can't. Believe it.
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You read that right, this is the 3 year anniversary of my first post on Flickr.
What a ride it has been thus far. Many ups, many downs, many laughs, many tears... I can't thank this site enough for the experiences it's brought me, both good and bad. It's shaped me into who I am now and who I am in the process of becoming.
And I want to thank all 178 of you for sticking with and supporting me. I know to some this site is dead, but in my eyes it is invincible, and I shan't leave until I'm forced to.
To celebrate this momentous occasion, I will be holding a Q&A in the comment section. Ask whatever you please (unless the question is offensive and/or inappropriate, in-which case I'll delete your comment)
~Madam Web
in the geometry
of my
body
lies a
soul.....
my mind in command position....
different and inherent parts of me....
sometimes I try to define
others to understand......
It should be simple.....
tricky
isnt it?
how this supposed to be
free
soul
can be attached to anything?????
and if my body is mine
and my soul is free
how is my mind so confused.....???
Ela mora no mar
Ela brinca na areia
No balanço das ondas
A paz, ela semeia .·´¯(_♪
:)
Obrigada Claudio.!!
in the mathematics of perfect roundness.
instruments can be resetted by the wonderful curvature of you
all souls are free. All just need a key to to be captured
from Wayne...
I've been wanting to make the joker batman for a while now and I only have one batman cowl left. I was going to use it for another bat figure that I started a while ago, but now I really want to make the joker batman. Should I just do it??
Why do I like fog so much? Good question. It washes out detail and gives everything a soft ghostlike quality. Hmmm, maybe that's why. It's always nice to leave a little to the imagination.
This photo was taken with the Olympus OM-D E-M1 and M.Zuiko 40-150mm f/2.8 Pro. This is not an AI generated image.
It all started today when my eldest son picked up my vintage Soviet Zenit E camera from my desk. This camera is as old as me and has a bit of retro coolness that's bound to draw in an inquisitive eleven year old boy eventually.
He started asking questions about how it worked at first, fascinated by the fact that it's all mechanical. Then it progressed to taking a bunch of photos, which resulted with him switching to my old DSLR when the film ran out. He then spent the afternoon photographing anything that moved in our garden (bees, bugs, cats, brothers ...). He even had to change lenses a few times to get the right effect (bokeh, macro, etc).
Then together we got this idea - a creative photographic expedition. So that's how this photo was created - a story of the beginning of a journey. I've now got a soon-to-be-twelve-year-old with a camera/ photo bug!
I think I was a good photographer's assistant through all this. I'm personally looking forward to seeing what happens from here.
** Quinn is now on Flickr - www.flickr.com/photos/139706324@N04/
The Eldrial Vale
Beneath an immeasurable sky, where clouds drifted like phantoms across a fathomless blue, the Eldrial Vale unfurled in solemn majesty. It was a place where time thickened, suspended between memory and forgetting. On either side, mountains loomed — their peaks scarred by lingering ice, white veins against weathered rock — watching all with an indifference carved by millennia. Forests of ancient trees draped their dark canopies down the slopes, their depths murmuring secrets to winds that slipped through the branches like unseen messengers.
A river, impossibly clear, wound its way through the valley’s heart, glinting like liquid glass drawn by an unseen hand. It wove intricate, unhurried arcs through the meadowlands, as if contemplating its own course. The water whispered across pebbles smoothed by the ages, its sound a language older than thought. There was a kind of sentience to its flow, a knowing grace that made the air around it feel charged — as though the very earth held its breath.
The valley floor stretched out, a wild expanse of mossy greens and russet grasses, interrupted by boulders tossed carelessly in some forgotten upheaval. Wildflowers, brilliant yet shy, clung to the edges of this fractured land, their delicate petals trembling beneath the weight of the sun’s late morning gaze. The air was dense with the scent of damp loam, cool stone, and distant water — a mingling of fragrances so subtle they bordered on memory.
It was a landscape that held itself apart, poised between serenity and unease. A stillness laced with tension, as though the land teetered on the brink of revelation. Here, beauty did not simply exist; it watched. The mountains neither welcomed nor forbade, their silence stretched taut, a canvas awaiting meaning. The river did not merely travel — it remembered, its path carved not just through rock, but through forgotten tales and unspoken longings.
Beyond the narrowing of the vale, where shadows braided themselves into the light, lay the passage into wilder realms. The valley's edges blurred, boundaries fading into uncertainty. Each step forward felt like a question pressed into the earth. And in that space between known and unknown, sunlight seemed to flicker, hesitant yet resolute — as though the world itself was deciding whether to unveil or obscure.
To stand here was to feel the enormity of stories untold, the ache of things almost remembered. The air thrummed with a quiet, dissonant music, vibrating with a tension that refused to resolve. The stones, the water, the wind — they all seemed to pause, expectant, holding within them the possibility of revelation or retreat.
This was Eldrial: a place where the world tilted ever so slightly, unsettling in its beauty, magnetic in its mystery — an edge between what was and what might yet be.
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To wander these landscapes, whether in vision or in thought, is to touch a fragment of that boundless wonder. If the whisper of this vale calls to you, let your journey continue beyond these words. Discover more visions of untamed places and stories held in light and language at www.coronaviking.com — where the world awaits, ready to be seen anew.
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Real Location: Routeburn Valley North in New Zealand's Southern Alps
Photography | Retouching : Federica Giordano
Model | Styling | Makeup :SweetieLiz - Fashion Concept Web Model Agency
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Found this very fresh Question mark in Juniata county 14July2021. I just love all the deep red/brown with the purples!
It was an unusually cooler day with low humidity. I started out my day with a pleasant morning run when I saw these swans grooming near the shore of the Huron River
"How do you know when it's time for you to go
How can you stop when you don't know how to start
How can you go back when you don't know why you're here
How can you see when your eyes begin to fade
How will you hear when you've heard it all before
How do you do all the things you want to do
How much can you take when you've taken all you can
Hoe can you act when you've never seen the script
How can you choose when you don't know which is right
How far can you go if you've been there before
How can you shine if you've never seen the sun
How does a child become a man without a child
How can you heal someone that doesn't want to heal"
From the great and underrated INXS album Welcome to wherever you are: youtu.be/Us3p7SsrxvM
There were many unanswered questions in this house: such as why these shoes were left behind. I confess I put them on the window sill where I could photograph them better.