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This bass player of The History Buffs never acknowledged the camera, so I thought she was camera averse, as are many. But a friend photographer told me that one the same night, she had asked for photos. So this was just her way. Or she didn't like my beard. lol
I deliberately went for a soft style in post.
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I was cleaning up after a day biking in the local wildlife refuge when this grasshopper jumped out of my dirty clothes. Unfortunately, my cat Raji caught it before I could, giving it a fatal injury.
Class Insecta (Insects)
Order Orthoptera (Grasshoppers, Crickets, Katydids)
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Farmville, Virginia. The weather had not decided if it were to be sunny or overcast/rainy. I liked the silhouette effect.
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Fidel’s first professional grooming since the lockdown. Giving me the side-eyes he does not like the camera.
On a lengthening winter afternoon the sun seems reluctant to leave as it gently illuminates an old barn and warms bare ground that is normally supporting piles of snow at this point on the calendar.
Living in Minnesota is nearly always an adventure. People often remark when the weather is unusual like it has been this year that we have never had it like this before.
But for those of us who through many decades have experienced everything from droughts, tornadoes, floods and Armistice Day blizzards to sublime spring days that welcome back songbirds and encourage thoughts of young love, we don’t get too excited and realize it’s only a matter of time before patterns repeat.
However, when our winters are broken up by warmer temperatures and bare ground again, there actually are Minnesotans who are reluctant to have winter leave. Ice fishermen haven’t caught enough fish or big enough ones yet and snow lovers feel a little cheated.
Early springs on our farm in southwestern Minnesota years ago meant our outside work picked up the pace. Our John Deere manure spreader was heavily used as sheds and parts of the barn which had been neglected during the winter were now easier to get to and were cleaned out. Fresh straw refreshed pens allowing calves and pigs to frolic about in their appreciation.
Cattle that throughout the winter huddled in lean-tos or other shelters to get away from biting north winds now took advantage of dry lots to amble out for their daily meals and would often nap outside rather than immediately returning to shelter.
The porch leading into our kitchen benefited too as it was now clear of five-buckle overshoes that had littered the linoleum during the winter months.
My dad’s itinerary changed from just getting everything on the farm safely through winter to worrying about preparing machinery, buying seed corn and wondering when he could first break ground. He was never unhappy to see winter fade away.
(Photographed near Mankato, MN)
... and the Lady In Red :-)
This woman had incredibly walked down the steps with ease but her dog had different ideas :-)
Based on the savagery depicted in this shot, I have been reluctant to post it since its capture on the 8th of March 2013…almost six years ago. Someone recently asked me what was the most amazing thing I had captured with my camera…this question really made me think. God has blessed me so with both travel and opportunity with His creations. From whales below to eagles above, I couldn’t answer the question. As the saying goes…Adventure before dementia…each captured moment with either family or nature provides me with a possible memory gateway should my mind decide at some point to exit my brain, regardless of quality of shot, they are all special to me.
As I racked my brain to what surely seemed to them to be the simplest of questions, my pause became uncomfortable for all. I surely resembled Ralphie in A Christmas Story as he sat on Santa’s lap, knowing that he needed to answer the questions but stumbled through the answer. At least Ralphie had an answer! It was then that I decided to give the honest answer even though it would surely be seen as a cop-out. I simply said, “they say some things are meant to be seen and some things are meant to be photographed. I missed photographing the most amazing thing I have yet to see.” I am posting this shot on Flickr so that it will be available on my cell phone to share with them the next time we meet.
From the comfort of my car blind parked on the side of a small country road, I was photographing a small flock of Sandhill cranes as they fed in a cornfield just outside of the Muscatatuck NWR. I was oblivious to its presence, but the Sandhill’s knew it was close as their uneasiness became apparent. As if on queue, they all started running right toward me, noticeably attempting to get in the air as fast as possible. It was then that I noted the eagle, only 15-18 feet above the ground, contouring it perfectly as he came over a small ridge, closing in on the flock as if he had been catapulted from the flight deck of an aircraft carrier.
The cranes were doing everything they could to get up to speed, wings flapping and spindly legs awkwardly running in several different directions. It was then that a small group of four separated from the rest, the eagle quickly adjusted in their direction. Apparently a target had been chosen as the eagle, now only a few yards behind them and some 10-12 feet off the ground culled one from the remaining three. In a split second that seemed to last for an eternity, it tucked its wings for that little extra bit of speed, latching its talons firmly into the cranes hindquarters.
I was out of position for the shot, watching the action through my heavily bug covered windshield, mouth and eyes surely as wide open as human skin would allow! I watched in amazement as the two quickly fell to earth, rolling through the corn stocks much like a bird version of the Yin & Yang symbol. I placed my car in drive and hit the gas before the door was even closed. I felt as if I was watching a wildlife documentary on television, only it was through my windshield.
Getting as close as I thought I should, I exited my car as the eagle completed its kill. I thought surely they would both be dead and impaled on the corn by the time I got there! I watched in amazement, as the eagle jumped around its kill, bowed down to look at it from every possible angle, as if insuring there were no sign of life. It then broke into a Rocky Balboa victory dance with wings extended and head held high in the air!
I have often wondered exactly what I had witnessed…was it a happy dance, or was it in pain from the controlled crash and trying to shake it off! I cannot imagine that you could roll through a harvested cornfield at that speed and not get banged up, at least a little. Either way, I believe this youngster was pretty proud itself!
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reluctant to draw attention to themselves.
So sweet, so tender, so beautiful.
Pale pink thick buds slowly opening.
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Doubleday Crime Club Selection Book Jacket (circa 1960s) designed and illustrated by Emanuel Schongut. The book is titled The Reluctant Medium. Author L.P. Davies.
Lying around in Barbie Basics Jeans top and cozy couture crocheted hat, with Barbie Silkstone jewellery, she is simply lovely.
It's been months since I saw my brother. I was so surprised that we both turned into blonde. It feels like we had just hung out yesterday.
During this brief meeting, he gave me a lecture on love:
Bro: "Did you love him? "
Sis: "uh...."
Bro: "Kimmy, ever since I've known you, you're reluctant to love...you will use every word but love... it's okay to love... it's ok to give your heart to someone... but you just have to be careful..."
Sis: "But, I wasn't sure if that was love."
Bro: "If you feel it, it's love... you never know whose life you could change for the better...and what harm is there in doing that?"
Bro: "Did you love him, then? "
He/she got into the house (door open) and spent the night. He was waiting in the kitchen window, watching his friends at the feeders outside, the next morning.
Poor thing couldn't leave until I got a picture. (( :
...sometimes a model has to be pursuaded to cooperate. And then you hope for the best!
For "Nerdy Wolf."
Seasonal changes and memories of selling the last motorcycle that I owned come together in this image. (Yellow jacket hornets were attracted to the gas cap and I developed a severe bee sting allergy.)
The original photo was of a recent beach scene. Photoleap was used to create this image.
Roscoff is a commune in the Finistère département of Brittany in northwestern France.
Roscoff is renowned for its picturesque architecture, labelled petite cité de caractère de Bretagne (small town of character) since 2009. Roscoff is also a traditional departure point for Onion Johnnies.
After lobbying by local economic leaders headed by Alexis Gourvennec, the French government agreed in 1968 to provide a deep-water port at Roscoff. Existing ferry operators were reluctant to take on the relatively long Plymouth–Roscoff crossing so Gourvennec and colleagues founded Brittany Ferries. Since the early 1970s Roscoff has been developed as a ferry port for the transport of Breton agricultural produce and for motor tourism. Brittany Ferries link Roscoff with both Ireland and the United Kingdom.
Owing to the richness of iodine in the surrounding waters and the mild climate maintained by a sea current that varies only between 8 and 18 °C, Roscoff is also a centre of post-cure, which gave rise to the concept of thalassotherapy in the latter half of the 19th century. A French doctor, Louis-Eugène Bagot, opened the Institut Marin in Roscoff in 1899, the first centre for thalassotherapy in Europe. Since then many important centres of thalassotherapy such as the Institut de Rockroum (originally Institut marin), the clinic Kerléna and a heliomarin hospital founded in 1900, the Perharidy Centre, can be found by the sea at Roscoff.
The nearby Île de Batz, called Enez Vaz in Breton, is a small island that can be reached by launch from the harbour.
After spending an hour or so enjoying the beauty of the Pauatahanui ("Pawa - taha - newee") church with visiting English Flickr Friend Sarah, we headed for the Inlet's shoreline...
Alas, we didn't have much luck! The White-Faced Herons, the Dotterels, the Black Swans, the Oystercatchers, the Kingfishers and even the Mallards were either nowhere to be seen or were well out of range...!!! :-((
However...
On a shell-bank that was only accessible if one was brave enough to negotiate potentially super-soft mud, there was a small flock of Royal Spoonbills...
Sarah was keen to try her luck with the mud; I'd already come to grief in it a few weeks ago, so was far more reluctant. She did manage to cross a small riverlet of water that had led to my sinking very, very deeply into very, very soft mud some months ago; I wasn't prepared to risk it again!
Unwilling to go on by herself, Sarah had to retrace her steps across the water, and yes: I admit: I was waiting for her to find some of that very soft mud!!! However, she made it across successfully, and we relied on our telephoto lenses to capture the Birds...
Eventually, we left the Birds - who were still quite oblivious to our presence - in peace and ultimately made it safely back to the car... It was now time for lunch... and (Groan) a return to work!
It had been a most enjoyable few hours...!
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Literally everytime I pull out my camera to snap a pic of my dog she purposely turns her head away .
I remember feeling reluctant to step out onto the lake's rock-crusted beach, the sky was overcast, gray and a light drizzle was falling. It did not seem as if a sunset was brewing on the horizon for my walk along the shore. I paced around on the pebbles, scouring them for anything of interest, occasionally glancing up to admire the surrounding mountains. And then slowly the western sky began to turn a pale pink â a break in the clouds, a shift of the wind. The sunlight found the fracture and peeled through, highlighting a wispy rain shower over a nearby peak. I watched the cotton-candy colored precipitation float over the ridge and the light slowly fade behind the mountain curtains. Nature can be unpredictable, but it always puts on a wonderful performance.
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