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Sherlock Holmes /ˈʃɜrlɒk ˈhoʊmz/ is a fictional detective created by author and physician Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. A London-based "consulting detective" whose abilities border on the fantastic, Holmes is famous for his astute logical reasoning, his ability to adopt almost any disguise, and his use of forensic science skills to solve difficult cases.
Holmes, who first appeared in publication in 1887, was featured in four novels and 56 short stories. The first novel, A Study in Scarlet, appeared in Beeton's Christmas Annual in 1887 and the second, The Sign of the Four, in Lippincott's Monthly Magazine in 1890. The character grew tremendously in popularity with the first series of short stories in The Strand Magazine, beginning with "A Scandal in Bohemia" in 1891; further series of short stories and two novels published in serial form appeared between then and 1927. The stories cover a period from around 1880 up to 1914.
All but four stories are narrated by Holmes's friend and biographer, Dr. John H. Watson; two are narrated by Holmes himself ("The Blanched Soldier" and "The Lion's Mane") and two others are written in the third person ("The Mazarin Stone" and "His Last Bow"). In two stories ("The Musgrave Ritual" and "The Gloria Scott"), Holmes tells Watson the main story from his memories, while Watson becomes the narrator of the frame story. The first and fourth novels, A Study in Scarlet and The Valley of Fear, each include a long interval of omniscient narration recounting events unknown to either Holmes or Watson.
Lisbon, Portugal, 2017
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“Then it happened, that while walking down a path along which ran a very clear stream”
“I suddenly felt a great desire to write a poem and I began to think how I would go about it.”
Ladies who have intelligence of love
I wish to speak to you about my lady,
not thinking to complete her litany,
but to talk in order to relieve my heart...
...Love and the gracious heart are a single thing,
as Guinizelli tells us in his poem:
one can no more be without the other
than can the reasoning mind without its reason.
Nature, when in a loving mood, creates them.
-Dante, Vita Nuova
Venice
Italy, 2017
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Utrecht, The Netherlands, 2017
Reasoning behind the photo can be found in my blog at www.fernandocoelho.photography/blog
That's what a flock of Ravens is sometimes called, similar to 'A Murder of Crows' used for a group of crows. I always wondered why these peculiar phrases. There's no scientific basis or any official reasoning of why these phrases are used very often by bird watchers. Just for fun, if you are interested in knowing about more of such phrases and their probable origin check out the following link:
A bit of a rushed plan as I hit the pillow last night. I could see my windows disappearing for a dawn visit to the coast this week. Thursday morning is now booked for the supermarket, as Carla’s Waitrose shop, we thought was arriving this week, isn’t. No wonder she had so many slots to chose from, I smile at her surprise on the availability of slots, “the shops are now open people are not wanting online shopping” was her reasoning, rather than she was booking two weeks in advance. Friday I hope to have another trip to the woods, so this morning was my last chance. I sell a few photo’s of South Tyneside at the Word in South Shields and Herd Groyne is always popular, so I thought I’d take this opportunity to refresh my catalogue of this landmark. I had the idea of taking a photo from the dunes, the tide looked right and there was a chance of an expressive sky at dawn, so I set the alarm for 4:30 and picked up Joe Simpsons “The beckoning silence” knowing I’d read a page or two, a sure way to induce the zzzz. This is the second read of this Joe Simpson book, I’ve read several of his and I don’t know how many times I’ve read Touching the void, what a story! Anyway here is my idea of a photo, It turns out I’m happier with photo’s I took on the shoreline, a familiar composition for me, but I do like my waves.
Garden Lily 2..
There is something so visually pleasing about a lily, it is the mixture of complimentary colours that draw you in. the contrast of yellow and red. I am sure this is as intoxicating to humans as it is to bees and other pollen gatherers.
I am sure there is a solid science behind the reasoning for the many varied colours of lilies; but suffice to say they make my garden look amazing while they are in bloom and i thank God for eyes to see them with.
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This female hummingbird visited my yard. Based on location and probable visitors, I believe this to be a Black-chinned Hummingbird. Any ID suggestions are welcome.
My reasoning: Curved bill rules out Anna's. Bill size and throat markings rule out Costa's.
Taken on April 7, 2020
Photo taken at Florence
The odds are stacked against our love
I'm always waking up when he is sleeping still
The catalyst
I know I plummet to the depths
With no reasoning, one reason was
The birds singing, I curled in a ball
And thought of you and all you meant
I'll compose myself, I'll get over it
Though I can't tell if this is better
To be left another lesson learned
Learned
Learned
Learned
Music Mood
♫ Daughter | Isolation ♫
The males of this species are a cerulean blue color with black markings, while the females have a larger variation in their coloring.
Within females there are a few different morphs in which they can take, andromorph and heteromorph. Andromorphic females resemble the cerulean blue males, but they have more black patterning on their bodies. The heteromorphic females are more of a brown or green brown color and do not resemble the males at all. The reasoning behind the different morphs is to attempt to limit the amount of attention the female receives when she is near the water for reproduction.
"One World"
Can't get no sleeves for my records
Can't get no laces for my shoes
Can't get no fancy notes
On my blue guitar
I can't get no antidote for blues
Oh yeah, uh
Can't find the reasons for your actions
Or I don't much like the reasoning you use
Somehow your motives are impure
Somehow I can't find the cure
Can't get no antidote for blues
Oh yeah, uh
They say it's mostly vanity
That writes the plays we act
They tell me that's what everybody knows
There's no such thing as sanity
And that's the sanest fact
That's the way the story goes, oh yeah
Oh yeah, uh
Can't get no remedy on my TV
It's nothing but the same old news
Where they can't find a way to be
One world in harmony
Can't get no antidote for blues
Oh yeah, uh
Uh, oh yeah, uh
Alright.
Stop it!
There's been too much debate
We could save ourselves from holocaust
Or is that just our fate
Start now
But we continue to balk
We let the genie out of the bottle
But we still hold the cork
One, two - not! three, four - die!
One, two - not! three, four - die!
Ignorance, is no excuse
For violence
No one wins
One world! one world!!
One world! - welcome to it
One world! - don't abuse it
One world! - to live out your life
One world! - total schism
Tunnel vision.
One world - taming the beast
Fighting for peace
Killing,
You pushed a button, that's all you did
It's much harder to kill a man
If you've seen pictures of his kids
Responsibility
And what are all our lives worth?
What kind of sentence would you serve
For killing the earth
Russians
They're only people like us
Do you really think they'd blow up the world
They don't love their lives less
America
Stop singing hail to the chief
Instead of thinking s.d.i.
He should be thinking of peace
One world!!!
Song by:
Perro Grande
5/365
When I was younger this was my favourite candle holder in the house because I liked the idea of there being an infinite number of candles in just a little glass enclosure. It made me think that if a little glass could hold infinite possibilities, so could a little person, and I was little, so I could hold infinite possibilities. Though not a perfect syllogism, it was pretty impressive reasoning for a young child. It has a smaller counterpart with a dish for wax melts above it, and these two holders are the only two I use tea-lights in nowadays, for precisely the inspiring logic that I liked when I was a child. They remind me, in their small way, that I am infinite, or at least my mind is.
I found this sign (the one behind me in the picture) in SL, and liked it because it made me think, even if what it made me think about wasn't exactly the happiest of subjects. I began to think about why, sometimes, we will willingly still enter into a relationship with someone even if we know, right from the start, it is probably already doomed and isn't going to end well for us.
Did I find any quick and easy answers to this question, for all my pondering? No, not really. Each relationship is complex and unique, and subject to its own rhyme and reasoning. But I did conclude this: the heart wants what it wants, and often, it will try to get it, regardless of the potential cost to itself. The human heart is usually filled with roughly equal measures of hopeful optimism and stupidity. And that heart will make us its bitch sometimes. It's just the way it goes.
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Common Wall Lizard (Podarcis Muralis) With Prey (Vanessa Atlanta), 10-2022, Ticino, Switzerland
You can find the COLOR VERSION of the photo here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/western-green-lizard-lacerta-bi...
My latest ANIMAL VIDEO (warning, it's a bit shocking): www.youtube.com/watch?v=4T2-Xszz7FI
ABOUT THE PHOTO:
Photographing the common wall lizards in my garden is not very hard - photographing them while they are having a meal, on the other hand, very much is.
The reason for that, as I've only recently come to realize, is that the lizards in my garden are completely and utterly paranoid. Not about everything, mind; theirs is a very specific paranoia: they believe I want to steal their food.
This is obviously highly irrational on their part (I mean, everyone knows I've stopped putting snails and worms and caterpillars in my mouth at the age of two, and I rarely have a craving in that regard these days 😉 ).
And to those of you who now immediately jump to the poor lizards' defense and point out that I'm not qualified to make such a statement about their mental state as long as they haven't been properly diagnosed by a, ahm... expert (maybe a lizard psychiatrist can weigh in on the matter 😛), I say: I hear you, but I believe my reasoning is sound, and I ask you to reserve judgement until I've presented my case.
First of all, you have to understand that the lizards in my garden know me, and I know them. They're territorial animals who have a lifespan of 7-10 years, so we've encountered each other pretty much in the same spots over long stretches of time, and at this point in our relationship we're on friendly enough terms that they mostly tolerate me on "their turf" without fleeing.
There are rules of course - sudden, hectic human movements are highly frowned-upon in the lizard community - but I'm usually able to approach my reptile friends up to a distance of around 50 cm with my camera.
And being the nature nerd and animal paparazzo that I am, I have observed and shot these lizards many, many times; I've captured them up close and from every angle and in any possible situation - but in almost four decades of visiting the Podarcis muralis population in my garden I can probably count on the fingers of one hand the number of times I have been able to catch one while it was eating.
This has always struck me as peculiar; the little wannabe dinosaurs never look like they are starving (indeed, some I'd even call downright chubby - though not to their faces of course 😉 ), so they are obviously getting enough food: I just hardly ever see one "in the act" of actually gulping down its prey.
Now the few times I DID see them devour some slimy treat, their behavior towards me was rather strange. The lizard in the photo above is a good example for how every such encounter went. The fella's the current lord of the outer bathroom wall, and I spotted him with this gigantic caterpillar in his mouth - a Vanessa atlanta - in front of the bathroom window one morning as I was brushing my teeth.
As is ever the case with me on such occasions, I immediately went to grab the camera and stormed out of the house (toothpaste foam all over my mouth which must have looked as if I had rabies to anyone spotting me, but I guess by now my poor neighbors are neither surprised nor shocked anymore at any ridiculous state and/or situation they find me in when I'm trying to get a photo 😂)
Slowly and very carefully I approached the lizard. He was still in the process of adjusting the caterpillar in his mouth in order to be able to gulp it down, but the moment he saw me - and I was still at least 3 meters away - he started to retreat while immediately trying to devour the caterpillar.
For every slow step I took towards him, he retreated a little further, frantically chewing on his prize, eyes blazing at me. And it was obvious he didn't see me as a threat to his life: he saw me as competition! He had this fierce, defiant look on his face, and I thought it was very clear what he believed my intentions were: I had come to steal his caterpillar.
It wasn't an easy shot to begin with (the lizard was backlit by the bright morning sun, and the brightness was made worse because the light was reflected by the nearly white bathroom wall), so I started first to curse and then to negotiate - which is my usual go-to pattern when the objects of my photographic desire are being difficult 😜).
- Me: "😡👿💢⚡!!! Dude, I just want a photo, what's the matter with you?!"
- The lizard (telling me with his eyes): "Mine! You can't have any! Don't come any closer, rabid pink giant!"
- Me: "Come on, just a little closer so I can get more of you than a dark silhouette..."
- The lizard: "Yes, it's delicious, I know, but I ain't sharing: get your own caterpillar!"
- Me: "Slowly now, relax... Come on, you KNOW me dude, I don't mean you no harm! Just a little closer..."
- The lizard: "You're not foolin' me buster: who wouldn't want such a tasty treat for themselves: have you seen how juicy it is?"
At the two-meter mark he finally bounced, and I guess I was lucky to have gotten a usable shot at all, since none of my previous lizard-with-prey encounters had resulted in a photo (with the exception of the "cannibal incident" already mentioned elsewhere www.youtube.com/watch?v=4T2-Xszz7FI )
So, maybe after reading this strange anecdote you can appreciate why I'm so convinced now the lizards in my garden are paranoid about me wanting to steal their food.
The only explanation for this irrational fear I can come up with is that they've witnessed me feasting on sausages when I was having barbecues in the garden (I guess from a lizards' perspective, I giant bratwurst COULD look like a big, juicy worm or caterpillar... 😉 ).
Anyway, I hope you like the photo and wish you all a wonderful weekend! Many greetings from Switzerland, and as always: let me know what you think in the comments 🙏 😊 ❤!
P.S. This photo here was very much inspired by the works of ANNETTE FRINZL (do yourself a favor and check out her amazing photostream here: www.flickr.com/photos/168598254@N04/ ) It was Annette's incredibly versatile art that made me realize what this lizard photo needed, and although it's nowhere near as skillfully processed as her works, I just want to express my gratitude for giving me the inspiration! Cheers, Annette!! 🙏🙏🙏!!!
ROE DEER (CAPREOLUS CAPREOLUS) | ADULT MALE | 05-2023 | TICINO | SWITZERLAND
VIDEO of the deer: www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3GFWK6hGYc&t=1s
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THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
When I decided a couple of years ago that my nature photography would be focusing only on what I was able to capture from within my garden or its immediate surroundings, I was aware I would likely never be able to shoot anything bigger than insects and reptiles, and perhaps - if I got lucky - birds.
You can find the reasoning behind my admittedly very limiting approach to photography here in case you're interested www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/52278144284/in/datepo... ; I'm only bringing it up again because due to this self-imposed "strictly-garden" rule, a shot like the one above was something I originally never could have hoped for.
I captured this roe buck in May 2023, but unlike with the last photo I posted here, I didn't break my own rule. Nature always surprises me - but I guess I should start at the beginning. As some of you might remember, in spring 2022 I had already had an unexpected encounter with a roe deer, a beautiful female, just outside my garden. This made me realize that against all odds and contrary to what I had believed, bigger forest wildlife occasionally DID venture close enough to my garden for me to photograph it - just never once the sun was up and human activity in the village had started.
I was able to capture lady roe deer with my camera the following day from within my premises, but due to the low light conditions and high ISO required, the resulting image was so grainy it looked more like a Van Gogh painting than a photo, and so I opted for black-and-white: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/52441239338/in/datepo...
My doe-eyed neighbor subsequently returned on several occasions, always in the early hours, though she would inevitably retreat back into the forest as soon as sunrise approached, and I was never able to get a daylight shot. That was fine though; I was over the moon that I had gotten a photo of this beautiful animal at all, because that was already more than I ever expected.
Cut to spring last year, when my whole vacation went down the drain - quite literally - because it drowned in a seemingly never-ending downpour of rain. The entire month of May was cold, damp, dark and miserable, and the only cheerful thing about it was the sign attached to Heaven's floodgates: "YES, WE'RE OPEN: ALL DAY, EVERY DAY!" 😄
I rarely left the house, but one time when I briefly did go out around noon to inspect how much damage the constant downpour had caused to the terrain around my vacation home, I was greeted by a wonderful surprise: an impressive, almost regal looking roe buck was grazing peacefully in the meadow just below my garden.
"Of course!" I thought, mentally face-palming myself for not realizing sooner what should have been obvious to a country bumpkin like me from the beginning: the constant rainfall may have been a nuisance to us people, but precisely because it kept humans in, the animals of the forest dared to come out.
In such damp conditions, with no two-legged creatures around threatening them, the wildlife of the nearby woods enjoyed the rare privilege of grazing in the open field in broad daylight (well, calling it "broad" might be a bit of a stretch considering the lousy weather, but there WAS daylight alright - at least I could see my hands and it was definitely day 😉 ).
I wondered how many times in the past weeks I would have had the opportunity to finally get a "noise-free" shot of this shy ungulate if only I had remembered that I always used to go out and observe wildlife as a child when the weather was bad. But I certainly wouldn't let THIS chance here pass; carefully, veeeeery slowly I retreated back into the house to get my camera.
When I returned, the roe buck was thankfully still there (I glimpsed him through the bushes in my garden), and so I confidently applied what I consider my greatest (and some might say only 😂) real skill as a nature photographer: the SSA (that's short for "Sneaky-Stealth Approach" in case you wondered😉). I pride myself in having mastered this high art, and now was the moment to put it to use.
Alas, things did not go as planned. Just as I stretched my head out from behind the young ash tree that served as my cover and was about to set one foot into a more stable position (naturally in slow motion - as is protocol for the SSA 😉), Mr. Roe Buck decided to look up - and our eyes met.
Needless to say, we were both not happy. A - very - brief exchange of looks (or rather stares) followed, which I would translate into language thusly:
Roe Buck (startled): "What the -... Why are you out of the house, human? It's raining: this is against the rules!"
Me (pleading): "I'm really sorry. Can't we just pretend you didn't see me so I can photograph you? Please?"
Roe Buck (outraged): "How dare you! This is entirely out of order: I shall report this!"
And with a last clearly disgusted look at the unruly human he took off and darted towards the woods. But just before he reached the forest, he stopped and turned around. For a moment he just stood there in the tall grass, completely still, and looked back at me as if he wanted to make sure he hadn't just seen some ghastly apparition, which allowed me to get the shot you see above.
That moment only lasted a couple of seconds, then Mr. Roe Buck stepped gracefully into the woods and disappeared from my eyes. But he made good on his promise: as soon as he had reached the safety of the dense chestnut forest that surrounds our tiny village he started barking loudly, making sure every inhabitant got the report that a human was lose in the neighborhood.
I was more than satisfied though; the photo you can see here was taken from almost 30 meters away, and even though it lacks any real depth of field and isn't exactly crisp, I love the pose and the eye contact, and I think it conveys quite well what an elegant creature this is.
And I'm happy to report that the roe buck apparently didn't hold a grudge, as he subsequently came back many times (he was - and still is - easily recognizable by his unusual, very distinct almost white "mask").
The meadow below my garden is apparently his "turf", and I've been able to photograph (and film: www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3GFWK6hGYc&t=1s ) him and his most loyal lady friend on many more occasions than I could and frankly WOULD have wished for (because - you guessed it - the weather here has been lousy WAY too often, particularly this year 😂).
Thankfully though, I've gotten better at the SSA, which means that nowadays I manage to observe and photograph these noble creatures discretely enough that they don't have to complain about me to the forest police 😊.
That's all for now; many greetings from Switzerland and have a great start into the new week everyone! And as always: thank you all so much for letting me know what you think in the comments (even though it will take me ages to respond as I haven't even managed to thank everyone who has commented on the last photo - but I promise I will). 🙏 😊 ❤
Allow me to begin by adamantly stating that I am against animal incarceration of any sort. Whether it be in sanctuaries or zoos. I understand the reasoning behind bringing wildlife to be accessible to be viewed, but the entire premise still disregards the rights of the animal involved. Yes, temporary sheltering of injured animals is fair and noble, but otherwise I can not see the point of this type of display. You want to see an elk? Go to Colorado and see herds of hundreds of elk. Go to Montana and see herds of a thousand.
I was going to take a picture of a large tree out on the prairie when I turned the corner of this fenced off field to see this sad elk basking in the morning light.
Sure he and his harem are well fed, watered, protected from coyotes and wolves, even receive top veterinary care, but freedom, which we all cherish so much is denied. Just so some people can pull over on their way to little league and see an elk.
“Winogrand's zoo book The Animals is a grotesquery. It is surreal where unlikely human beings and jaded careerist animals stare at each other through bars, exhibiting bad manners and a mutual failure to recognize their own ludicrous predicaments.”
--John Szarkowski
Zenit 122
manual exposure and focus.
industar pancake 50mm
Ilford deta 100
SOOC
Utrecht, The Netherlands, 2017
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The Taylor Southgate Bridge is a continuous truss bridge that was built in 1995. It has a main span of 850 feet, and a total span of 1,850 feet. The bridge carries U.S. Route 27 across the Ohio River, connecting Newport, Kentucky and Cincinnati, Ohio. The bridge is named for the families of James Taylor, Jr. and Richard Southgate, two important early settlers of Newport. Richard was the father of William Wright Southgate, a pre-Civil War Congressman from northern Kentucky.
Not sure of the reasoning, but the 'plaque' seen in the center of the bridge above is not a historical piece of this specific bridge but rather from the bridge that this one replaced, the Cincinnati-Newport Bridge commonly known as Central Bridge, that was built in 1890 and demolished in 1992.
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
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Being a loyal employee, I have only had three jobs over the last quarter of a century. During those twenty five years, I have been fortunate enough to work with some very lovely people, including the manager who hired me in 1999. When my fifth anniversary at that workplace came around, the company policy was to give me a very generous gift voucher for one of a range of large department stores to mark my years of dedicated service. Now, I like to shop, and my manager knew that. However, she also knew that I love and collect antiques, and that a well considered, hand chosen gift would be far more precious to me than a voucher, however generous. So, my manager asked me whether I would be agreeable to her taking the voucher for herself and in return buying me a gift to the same value that would intrinsically be worth far more to me. I readily agreed, and her reasoning was exactly right. What she gave me is far more precious to me than its monetary value because of the thought she put into it, and today I still treasure it. She gave me a beautiful Victorian writing satchel of deep brown leather which dates from around 1860. It has a moss green moiré silk interior with pockets for paper ink bottles, a blotter and pens and pencils, and it features sterling silver decorative edging. Slipped inside one of the pockets within the interior was a beautiful card which reads as follows,
“When I found this, I thought it was a bit special, just like someone I know who has achieved five years of dedication and service.
I thought it rather apt given your passion for writing and your love of all things stylish and well crafted. I hope you like it as much as I do. Can’t you just imagine the fine figure of its original owner!
On behalf of all your friends and colleagues, thank you for the contribution you have made.
Remember to always follow your heart and your dreams.”
The theme for "Looking Close on Friday" for the 16th of November is "handles". This writing satchel, which I love and cherish, which always reminds me of that wonderful five year work anniversary, also has a very beautiful and tactile handle of plaited leather and I couldn’t think of a better example of a more beautiful handle for this week’s theme than it! I hope that you like my choice for this week’s theme and that it makes you smile, as much as this gift still makes me smile twenty years later!
A pelican and the egrets.
Initially the pelican was alone just sitting there minding his own business, as you do, when suddenly his space and privacy was invaded by dozens of egrets who flew in and landed in the surrounding area.
He was unfazed by the arrival of his new neighbours and in fact he seemed to enjoy their company.
What I did find interesting was the colour of his plumage as the chest plumage is normally white but in this situation it was a different colour.
I am still attempting to find out the reasoning behind this unusual colouring.
Cattai Wetlands, New South Wales, Australia.
A cold but sunny Monday morning back in early November finds the CSX Mon Sub local D768 southbound at East Monongahela, PA. An MPI GP40-3 rebuild leading a GP40-2 and GP38-2S make easy work of handling 49 loaded cars of salt for transloading at 3 River Marine and Rail's facility in Speers, PA.
The Mon Sub is an easy piece of railroad to follow with it's 25mph track speed and paralleling roads practically the entire length of it. Running into favorable light made for a nice morning and afternoon of grabbing some great shots. By time they finished up their work at 3 rivers that afternoon they were returning back north in just as favorable light. Even lucking into them bringing something back to Demmler instead of light engines, with a lone empty plastics car.
These salt trains run consistently year round off of the Rochester and Southern, for transloading at various facilities across the eastern seaboard. But throughout the years CSX has (for no known rhyme or reasoning) fiddled back and forth over this particular customer, sometimes running as a unit train to Speers itself. Or instead sometimes terminating the train at Demmler Yard in McKeesport for the D768 to hand off to their final destination.
Ephesians 4:18 “For their [moral] understanding is darkened and their reasoning is clouded; [they are] alienated and self-banished from the life of God [with no share in it; this is] because of the [willful] ignorance and spiritual blindness that is [deep-seated] within them, because of the hardness and insensitivity of their heart.”
Translation:
Within the spreading darkness, we exchanged vows of revolution
A flower of evil sprouted because it was loved
Because I won’t let anyone interfere
with everything that will come about from now on
The fruit told of the future
The city has forgotten reasoning
The present time is distorted black
I turn dreams into ideals
Why? Am I a broken Messiah?
Everyone wished for a “finale”…
Within the spreading darkness, we exchanged vows of revolution
A flower of evil sprouted because it was loved
I won’t let anyone interfere
with everything that will come about from now on
Someday, I’ll show you
a shining sky
Why? Am I a broken Messiah?
Everyone dreamt of a “paradise”…
Within the spreading darkness, we exchanged vows of revolution
A flower of evil sprouted because it was loved
Because I won’t let anyone interfere
with everything that will come about from now on
Someday, I’ll show you
a shining world
© WJP Productions 2025
The Dutch expression "geen touw aan vast te knopen", literally "not to be able to attach a string to it". It means a reasoning so complicated that you cannot understand it.
Wow, it's hard to believe this was already over two years ago. I thought I'd post this frame as it's finally been confirmed that BNSF 2098 (now CN 4957) has been repainted into CN colours after being purchased a year or so ago by CN following a lengthy stay on horsepower hours. Here it is while under assignment to Brantford back in June 2023, taking the lead of L581 as they begin heading back home after working some industries on the glass lead in Milton; a task normally completed by L551.
The sun was just setting over the horizon and due to the cloud cover in the area it illuminated the sky above in a mixture of pink & purple, to this day I'm not sure I can recall such a dramatic scene while trackside and I feel it really gives this shot an extra punch.
The 2098 as well as a decent bunch of other BNSF geeps were lent to CN by BNSF for the supposed reasoning of repaying horsepower hours back around the springtime of 2023. Normally horsepower hours are repaid between the class 1s with standard road power, but CN being desperate for 4-axles since the retirement of the GMD-1s as well as the GP9s getting older and weaker lead to them doing this unconventional method. It appears that most units BNSF lent were serviceable engines that would otherwise be in storage due to a surplus of 4-axle power within their own network, so eventually CN was able to purchase most of the engines they were currently "borrowing". As of 2025, some are still roaming around with their BNSF identities fully intact, some have been patched out, and others sent to shops for overhauls and repaints, which was unfortunately the case with the 2098. Initially I was hoping for a patch job that would leave the stripes on the nose intact, but no such luck.
With that being said, hopefully you enjoy what was probably the best shot I managed of this guy before it's makeover.
NS local out of Federal Yard DF25 is seen working the Ardent Mills complex in Alton Illinois with a classy looking ex Southern high hood GP38-2 doing the honors. The Mississippi River Bluffs provide the back drop, and behind me is the swollen Mississippi River.
This job is mostly a night time or late evening switch, making it one of the harder jobs to shoot here in the St. Louis Area. I had just lucked out that as I was heading back toward St. Louis they were working. Unfortunately I only had my phone with me, but I had never had the chance to shoot this job so I figured it was still worth it. Somehow there weren't any opposing cars or car behind me on IL 100, also known as the Great River Road, further justifying my reasoning for making a quick stop.
“Bushido is realized in the presence of death. This means choosing death whenever there is a choice between life and death. There is no other reasoning.”
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⛧ In rigged and Unisex, Color HUD for Glow horns
Lisbon,, Portugal, 2016
Reasoning behind the photo can be found in my blog at www.fernandocoelho.photography/blog, The Netherlands, 2017
Reasoning behind the photo can be found in my blog at www.fernandocoelho.photography/blog
While Hippocrates is considered the father of Western medicine, the Greek philosopher and historian Thucydides (460–395 BC) is considered the father of scientific history because he advocated for evidence-based analysis of cause-and-effect reasoning (Figure 1.4). Among his most important contributions are his observations regarding the Athenian plague that killed one-third of the population of Athens between 430 and 410 BC. Having survived the epidemic himself, Thucydides made the important observation that survivors did not get re-infected with the disease, even when taking care of actively sick people.[3] This observation shows an early understanding of the concept of immunity.
why are firing those with natural immunity in hospital's in favor of those who received the jab. if survivor reality and truth was observed in 430 BC that's a long long time ago, why is this happening.
Kijkduin.
Het is spookachtig stil in winkelcentrum Kijkduin, het gaat dan ook al in oktober 2019 tegen de vlakte om plaats te maken voor nieuwbouw. Om het allemaal wat op te vrolijken zijn graffitikunstenaars in de weer geweest.
Van Fred D. mogen de kunstenaars alles opfleuren, met uitzondering van de winkelpanden die nog wel gebruikt worden. Maar verder mogen ze alles beschilderen van de daken tot de vloeren en muren.
Streetart
De komende tijd gaan de kunstenaars van Street Art City aan de slag. Inmiddels zijn al een aantal muren prachtig versierd. En de kunstwerken hebben ook nog een boodschap: voorkom plasticvervuiling. Het doel van de graffiti is om mensen die deze zomer naar het strand gaan bewust te maken van het vuil dat ze achterlaten.
Lisbon, Portugal, 2017
Reasoning behind the photo can be found in my blog at www.fernandocoelho.photography/blog
This is a planetary gear based transmission for a Blue Point 3/8 inch drive air ratchet. The center gear is the sun gear. It is machined onto the end of the shaft coming from the pneumatic motor. The three gears around it are the planetary gears and they are meshing into the ring gear.
The unit’s purpose is that of gear reduction. It transforms the high speed of the motor to low speed high torque to the output shaft.
This air tool is used to quickly drive and remove nuts and bolts in a mechanical repair setting. The same sort of gearbox is used in hand held electric drill motors.
This frame is one inch wide.
One of the most dramatic locations for a clash of geologies on the US Gypsum Narrow Gauge line is at the railroad’s largest concrete trestle carrying the railway overtop of Carrizo Wash. Here the Fish Creek Mountains create a stark contrast that tower menacingly overtop of Southern California’s Anza Borrego desert. For whatever reasoning may be on this morning, the loaded train was left unattended a few miles to the north of the big wash and provided a rare opportunity to photograph the shovel nosed alco in premium morning lighting.
Psittacus erithacus
These parrots are amongst the most intelligent birds. A study has found that the creatures are capable of cool intelligent reasoning to the same level as a four-year-old child.
The name for this otherwise hummingbird derives from the 16th century writings of Paracelsus who tagged air spirits (one of his four elemental beings) as sylphs. By that reasoning, perhaps all hummers should be called sylphs, but rare would be another sylph with such a spectacular tail. Hanging out near the flowers and feeders at Balcón Tumpiki in northwest Ecuador.
For all the gratitude we owe the dualist mind for the beauty and creativity of reasoning, investigating, distinguishing, for scientific inquiry that prods the wondrous subtleties of the world and all manner of contribution to life, art, and culture, this dualist (thinking) mind does not have the final word on what counts as real or normal. With the blossoming of the eye of the heart, the unitive gaze of awareness itself, not something we are aware of but the aware-ing itself, life and love present themselves in a profoundly simple manner. It is never a case of blurring the intellectual distinction of Creator and creation (who would want to?), but rather one of unfathomable insight into their inseparable bond (even these words fail).
-An Ocean of Light Contemplation, Transformation, and Liberation, Martin Laird, O.S.A.
Description of a fact that contradicts common opinion or daily experience, in a logical-linguistic sense, indicates both a reasoning that appears invalid, but which must be accepted, and a reasoning that appears correct, but which leads to a contradiction.
I do feel my photography journey has stagnated of late. I’m blaming this on my bad back and the weather not thrilling me. But the truth is it’s more about my state of mind and motivation. I have recently got rid of my old Honda CRV, reasoning that we did not need two cars and long trips to my children are done in the Kia. I did not think I would miss a car but I don’t think that is strictly true. Over the last 11 years we went on many adventure together, sleeping under its roof on numerous occasions. Its basic rugged format gave me confidence to plonk it in any off road parking spot throw my sack on and go for a wander, the Kia does not have the same appeal. Anyway here’s to you old friend, fond memories.
Yesterday I posted a photo from my first outing with my Canon 6d mkII some two and a bit years ago. This photo is from my last outing with that camera back in January.
Rahmen und Bezugsrahmen ...
does this work together ... ?
color-key but no fake, life/reality is more surprising than all your fantasies ...
red curls like blazing flames ...
she's on fire ... she is burning ...
"Descartes' Error"
Antonio Damasio studied what ensued when something "severed ties between the lower centres of the emotional brain...and the thinking abilities of the neocortex". He found that while "emotions and feelings can cause havoc in the processes of reasoning...the absence of emotion and feeling is no less damaging"; and was led to "the counter-intuitive position that feelings are typically indispensable for rational decisions".
The passions, he concluded, "have a say on how the rest of the brain and cognition go about their business. Their influence is immense...[providing] a frame of reference – as opposed to Descartes' error...the Cartesian idea of a disembodied mind".
(Neuinterpretation - das Foto habe ich vor Jahren einmal hoch geladen und es bekam weit über 20000 Klicks ohne in Explore zu sein)
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In New Hope, PA, there is a canal running under a bridge. The water is always incredibly still and reflective, catching Monet-like impressions of the surrounding trees. Adding to the magic is an enormous willow tree, with long, emerald-green tendrils that overlay & skirt the water's glass-like surface. I've appreciated this scene many times over the years, but for some reason I've never been able to get a good picture of it, until the day I took this photo. Over the past few years I've been slowly but surely challenging my self-imposed limitations with relation to art. This has been a journey of introspection more than anything else; I've been exploring the thought patterns I've formed over the years. Examining how I've forged mental certain roads and then -- for whatever reason -- put a "dead end" sign up, not allowing myself to go any further. Some of these "dead end" signs are still of mysterious origin to me, perhaps the result of some neural switch that was flipped before I was even remotely self-aware. But some of their origins have become clear, and through reasoning with my past selves, I've been able to take them down and continue along those paths I had so wanted to go down.
Magpie - Pica Pica......
The Eurasian magpie or common magpie (Pica pica) is a resident breeding bird throughout northern part of Eurasian continent. It is one of several birds in the crow family designated magpies, and belongs to the Holarctic radiation of "monochrome" magpies. In Europe, "magpie" is used by English speakers as a synonym for the European magpie: the only other magpie in Europe is the Iberian magpie (Cyanopica cooki), which is limited to the Iberian Peninsula.
The Eurasian magpie is one of the most intelligent birds, and it is believed to be one of the most intelligent of all non-human animals. The expansion of its nidopallium is approximately the same in its relative size as the brain of chimpanzees, orangutans and humans.
Magpies were originally known as simply "pies". This comes from a proto-Indoeuropean root meaning "pointed", in reference to either the beak or the tail. The prefix "mag" dates from the 16th century and comes from the short form of the given name Margaret, which was once used to mean women in general (as Joe or Jack is used for men today); the pie's call was considered to sound like the idle chattering of a woman, and so it came to be called the "Mag pie". "Pie" as a term for the bird dates to the 13th century, and the word "pied", first recorded in 1552, became applied to other birds that resembled the magpie in having black-and-white plumage.
The range of the magpie extends across temperate Eurasia from Spain and Ireland in the west to the Kamchatka Peninsula. The species has been introduced in Japan on the island of Kyushu.
The preferred habit is open countryside with scattered trees and magpies are normally absent from treeless areas and dense forests. They sometimes breed at high densities in suburban settings such as parks and gardens. They can often be found close to the centre of cities.
Magpies are normally sedentary and spend winters close to their nesting territories but birds living near the northern limit of their range in Sweden, Finland and Russia can move south in harsh weather.
A study conducted near Sheffield in Britain, using birds with coloured rings on their legs, found that only 22% of fledglings survived their first year. For subsequent years, the survival rate for the adult birds was 69%, implying that for those birds that survive the first year, the average total lifespan was 3.7 years. The maximum age recorded for a magpie is 21 years and 8 months for a bird from near Coventry in England that was ringed in 1925 and shot in 1947.
The Eurasian magpie is believed not only to be among the most intelligent of birds but among the most intelligent of all animals. Along with the jackdaw, the Eurasian magpie's nidopallium is approximately the same relative size as those in chimpanzees and humans, significantly larger than the gibbon's. Like other corvids, such as ravens and crows, their total brain-to-body mass ratio is equal to most great apes and cetaceans. A 2004 review suggests that the intelligence of the corvid family to which the Eurasian magpie belongs is equivalent to that of great apes (chimpanzees, orangutans, and gorillas) in terms of social cognition, causal reasoning, flexibility, imagination and prospection.
Magpies have been observed engaging in elaborate social rituals, possibly including the expression of grief. Mirror self-recognition has been demonstrated in European magpies, making them one of only a few species to possess this capability.The cognitive abilities of the Eurasian magpie are regarded as evidence that intelligence evolved independently in both corvids and primates. This is indicated by tool use, an ability to hide and store food across seasons, episodic memory, using their own experience to predict the behavior of conspecifics. Another behaviour exhibiting intelligence is cutting their food in correctly sized proportions for the size of their young. In captivity, magpies have been observed counting up to get food, imitating human voices, and regularly using tools to clean their own cages.[citation needed] In the wild, they organise themselves into gangs and use complex strategies hunting other birds and when confronted by predators.
In Europe, magpies have been historically demonized by humans, mainly as a result of superstition and myth. The bird has found itself in this situation mainly by association, says Steve Roud: Large blackbirds, like crows and ravens, are viewed as evil in British folklore and white birds are viewed as good". In European folklore, the magpie is associated with a number of superstitions surrounding its reputation as an omen of ill fortune. In the 19th century book, A Guide to the Scientific Knowledge of Things Familiar, a proverb concerning magpies is recited: A single magpie in spring, foul weather will bring The book further explains that this superstition arises from the habits of pairs of magpies to forage together only when the weather is fine. In Scotland, a magpie near the window of the house is said to foretell death. An English tradition holds that a single magpie be greeted with a salutation in order to ward off the bad luck it may bring. A greeting might take the form of saying the words ‘Good morning, Mr Magpie, how are Mrs Magpie and all the other little magpies?’
Population:
UK breeding:
600,000 territories
Tomorrow might be a better day or maybe worse, an alteration is not final. The door must be open to let in or seek opinion, that is called reasoning! Without which, the centre of everything is void...!
Let the night pass with the sound of music! Tomorrow might be a better day!
Thank you for your kind visit. I will try to return your kind comments as soon as possible. Enjoy the moment! :-)
"I have always found that Angels have the vanity to speak of themselves as the only wise; this they do with a confident insolence sprouting from systematic reasoning"
William Blake, in "The marriage of heaven and Hell"
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Amtrak's eastbound 'Empire Builder', train number 8, soars over the swollen banks of the Skykomish River on bridge 1753.4 just east of Gold Bar, Washington.
The west side of Stevens Pass endured constant rain for over 24 hours leading up to the day of our visit. The rainstorm culminated by dumping exceptionally heavy showers around mid-day. The tributary creeks and rivers feeding the Skykomish River were raging by the afternoon, dumping the churning white water of their mountain runoff into the typically docile waterway at the center of the Skykomish Valley. After squeezing every lumen of the days usable light into our camera sensors up on Stevens Pass, our group was fixing to photograph one more train before heading for home. A quick glance at Eagle Falls near Baring revealed a maelstrom of white water, surging through the gap in the rocks, leaving no place for even a foolhardy photographer to stand. With even blue hour passing rapidly, and Amtrak #8 advancing steadily towards us, we pushed towards Gold Bar, and the riverside park near bridge 1753.4. Upon arrival, we discovered that the wide silt beach where we had started our day eleven hours before was now under two feet of swirling water. Each successive wave was advancing further into the bushes that typically are well above the touch of the river. A frantic search for alternative angles, on solid ground resulted in the composition above. Partway through my first test exposure, to dial in my camera settings, the trackside trees high above on the western side began to catch the headlights of the approaching train. Fifty five seconds of shutter open time passed slowly, as I did my best to shield my lens from the downpour with my hat.
Barely visible below the truss span, and closest deck girder span are piers remaining from the bridge of the Wallace Falls Timber Company's logging railroad. WFT used a steel span across the center of the river with wooden pile trestle approaches. This bridge allowed WFT to add spurs on the south side of the river to their already extensive network of trackage feeding logs to the mills. Use of a steel bridge for a logging railroad was atypical, but some of the reasoning behind this has been brought to light thanks to local rail historian David Sprau. In his words: "...I always had been told that Wallace Falls Timber had been somewhat hoodwinked into putting a steel and concrete bridge over the river there, instead of a traditional wood or Howe truss, because 'somebody' had assured them that GN would be glad to buy it, and the alignment, from them anytime they wished to sell, because GN was 'very close' to going ahead with a line change at that location."
An article he shared from the September 13, 1929 edition of the Monroe Monitor about recent Great Northern Rwy surveyors working the area adds further substance to this: "The present bridge across the Skykomish River in use by the Wallace Falls Timber company is of the heavy type in use on most railway construction and it is rumoured that the railway officials had some ultimate purpose in mind in getting the timber company to build such a bridge." Unfortunately for the Wallace Falls Timber Co., the Great Northern did not act on any of their plans and surveys for realignment of the mainline between Gold Bar and Index for over 30 more years. By the time GN's 'Reiter Revision' to reduce curvature and ease the ruling grades was under construction in 1960, the WFT had gone out of business, and their trestle was in a state of disrepair. The logging railroad's bridge was demolished not long before the new GN line went into use in 1962. Today the concrete piers stand as the few clues that this place once hosted another railroad.
Thanks to Dave Sprau for his research, and permission to post the above.
During my previous, brief stay in Second Life, I had access to a small white chapel. One of my fondest memories of that time was that chapel.
“We might be wise to follow the insight of the enraptured heart rather than the more cautious reasoning of the theological mind.”
― A. W. Tozer
The longest running freebie blog on the grid and still going strong! Today a group gift from [erotiK] and gifts from Guapa and NaaNaa's!
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"The Sun In My Eyes" by The BeeGees
How can I prove?
There is no reasoning or asking why
Only to prove
I love you deeply with the sun in my eyes