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This posting should surprise no one!! giggling
The Macro Mondays theme for 5/8 is broken and I’m so glad I keep resisting the urge to cast this aside- to refuse to throw this away!! It’s a bottle that I have photographed a gazillion times. Will post a size verification a bit later.
……💙 HMM 💙
……💙💔 HMM 💔💙
Gumbo is a rescue turtle. In 2014 he was run over by a car that crushed his shell and ruptured his eyes. I took him to the Turtle Rescue Team at NC State. An amazing vet put him back together but couldn’t save his eyes. I adopted him but was told the odds were slim, because blind turtles lose the will to live, and refuse to eat. It took several months of love and coaxing, but he now eats ravenously from my hand.
He responds to numerous words, including his name. When I approach his tank and say, “I love you,” his head rises all the way up and the dewlap under his neck starts pounding.
Gumbo strolls in my garden every week and has learned to use his other senses to navigate. He loves to play in the hose. It helps orientate his location and the coils are simply fun.
“Il ne faut pas refuser secours à la ronce qui veut devenir rose.”
Paul Claudel
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✔ Ascend: Brooks Blazer @ TMD .
✔ Modulus : Colt Hair @ TMD . After event in Mainstore. Marketplace
Later in the morning and still dark in another part of the Borough (Leyton this time), the clean up continues.
This will most probably be my last submission to the CLiC group for 2015.
Overall I took over 150 photos, tried out a whole bunch of ideas and in the end only posted three pics including this one :(( Well, I hope I do better next year...
Anyway, for this shot I was trying to get my set of lights into this punpkin-shaped crystal bowl and play with the reflections, and I would have managed just that if not for this little one light that simply refused to go in no matter what I did!!! Frustrating as it was, I was pleasantly surprised to see that it led to a lovely selective focus shot with a pretty bokeh from all the other, more cooperative lights of the set ;))
Yes, I have processed it (I couldn't resist) but for those interested in the original shot, it's in the link below:
www.flickr.com/photos/marsider07/24044283566/in/dateposted/
Have a wonderful pre- New Year's Eve evening, my dear friends and I'll send out my wishes for New Year's tomorrow ;)))
Nature refuses to be involved in such suicidal practices :-)
Harry Bridges
HMM!! Protest Injustice! Resist!! Vote!!!
cosmos, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
The kids refused to show me their ID or their drivers license. I was lucky to jump out of they way. But I know where they live, and there will be consequences...... 😀
777. TMR Toronto 2021-Aug 23, P1530714. Uploaded 2021-Aug-24. Lmx -ZS100.
This chunky American goldfinch looks all set to survive the coming snow, wind and cold. Many birds and animals are struggling to survive now as winter refuses to release its solid its icy grip on the landscape here in northern Iowa.
With rising global temperatures cities become less habitable. Nature is taking back and people are migrating to the country. Except some who refuse to leave.
I thought taking a cat photo for for this week's theme Windows / Doors of the Happy Caturday group would be easy but it wasn't. The cats don't go anywhere near a window right now because it's so hot. During the day they rather hide somewhere in the basement. I finally could convince Fynn to sit down on the outside windowsill of our living room for a moment and allow me to take a photo. He refused to look at me, instead he stared at the ginkgo as if he had never seen it before. Happy Caturday ! :)
stopped the car quickly, despite having vowed never to take photos at 'that layby' again, the colours were too good to miss. While a line up of tourists were snapping at the far end, i saw this lone sheep just posing. How could I refuse?
Island Of Madagascar
Off The East Coast Of Africa
Berenty Reserve
The black kite (Milvus migrans) is a medium-sized bird of prey in the family Accipitridae, which also includes many other diurnal raptors. It is thought to be the world's most abundant species of Accipitridae, although some populations have experienced dramatic declines or fluctuations. Current global population estimates run up to 6 million individuals.
Unlike others of the group, black kites are opportunistic hunters and are more likely to scavenge. They spend a lot of time soaring and gliding in thermals in search of food. Their angled wing and distinctive forked tail make them easy to identify. They are also vociferous with a shrill whinnying call. This kite is widely distributed through the temperate and tropical parts of Eurasia and parts of Australasia and Oceania.
The flight is buoyant and the bird glides with ease, changing directions easily. They will swoop down with their legs lowered to snatch small live prey, fish, household refuse and carrion, for which behavior they are known in British military slang as the shite-hawk. They are opportunist hunters and have been known to take birds, bats, and rodents. They are attracted to smoke and fires, where they seek escaping prey.
Large numbers may be seen soaring in thermals over cities. In some places, they will readily swoop, and snatch food held by humans. Black kites in Spain prey on nestling waterfowl especially during summer to feed their young. Predation of nests of other pairs of black kites has also been noted. Kites have also been seen to tear and carry away the nests of baya weavers to obtain eggs or chicks. – Wikipedia
Peanut refuses to go in the dog house.
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In which my garden robins refuse to indulge in Christmas spirit and share.
We're Here: Christmas Dysfunction
One of my attempts at the "Macro Mondays" theme "iSpy"
I = Ink
Shot with a "Tomioka-Copal 71 mm F 4" (enlarging) lens on a Canon EOS R5.
I liked the way the telegraph pole cut this into two pictures; the men collecting the bins on the pavement and the refuse truck fighting through rush hour traffic.
It was the day Winter Holiday ended. Rya sat outside one of the Shadoan estates in the starry-grass field with Kulaan. Her aunt had greeted them at the Hogsmeade house then they arrived back the day before. Since then they had been traveling around with her. Later they would travel to Hogsmeade to meet the other students before they all made the trip back up to the castle.
“Duncha t’ink et tis a lil bit odd t’at nae one came looking for us?” She pondered, looking out into the distance. “I mean, we were gone fer days. S’e ‘ad tae ‘ave noticed. T’en.. w’en we got back, t’ere were nae questions?”
Kulaan took a breath in and remained silent for a moment. It was rather strange, that could not be denied - and the kindness of the people could be questioned, as his experience at Hogwarts had taught him. Still, the trip had been a welcomed trek down memory lane and he refused to spoil it with a hypothesis. "It's odd . . . " He begun, placing his hand on her knee. The action drew her attention to him and she smiled.
" . . . but I don't really care right now." The boy lifted his free hand and let it hover above the grass. "We did what we wanted.”
A beautiful Sunflower refusing to admit it's officially Autumn. They self seed everywhere in the polytunnel and I'm happy to let them grow amongst the vegetables. Goldfinches (and Field mice) appreciate the bounty of seeds in Winter too. This one was about 8ft tall, nearly touching the top of the polythene.
Photo 88/100 for the 100 Flowers 2020 group.
Stack of old magazines and sales catalogs, ready for the refuse and then be reincarnated as new pages.
Another unwanted leader refusing to stand down: one of the two old DCs that seem to still be active down here was leading a decent Train 934 today.
This news warranted a picture, but the sun is still pretty high in the sky until about 4:30pm these days, so instead of going south, I figured there might still be some nose sun on the Waitaki. And there almost was.
The plan was to get another pic before the crossing with 925 at Studholme and then follow that back south.
Unfortunately, predicted cloud from the south at this time was materialising, so having dodged it at the Waitaki bridge and effectively missing the crossing because of road works, I passed on 925 and pressed on to Scarborough after getting a shot at Hook, knowing the chances were slim.
Indeed as I neared the railway the train was ahead of me, but it slowed down considerably, such that I was alongside the locos by the end of the road. Within seconds of stopping, the flying camera was away, flipped into Speedy Mode and it made it along the beach before the train did.
One more short wait and I closed off the day with the train departing Timaru. A productive few hours indeed....
Train 934 10 Dec 2020, DCP 4801 DXB 5120, just beating the clouds back at the Waitaki River, SIMT NZ
(Warning: this is a long one, so grab some popcorn and settle in.)
Photographing landscapes has provided me with countless opportunities to have my mind blown over the past few years. From summits in the Canadian Rockies, to countless sunrises in the Sierras to spectacular night skies in remote corners of Utah to beautiful coastlines in Oregon....so many incredible moments. Of all of these experiences, the one I endured last Friday was truly special. It was a personal triumph and one that I have literally been working toward for the past two years.
Tom Bricker was the first one to mention the Diving Board to me. I had seen the shot by Ansel Adams, of course, and had always wondered where he took that shot from, but I figured you would just...you know. Get closer. I was sure that the location must be just beyond Curry Village. What was the big deal?
The big deal is that the diving board is a location in Yosemite that cannot be reached by taking one of the major, well maintained trails. Back in Ansel's day you just took some ropes and charged up the Leconte Gully. But the gully has long been deemed unstable due to frequent rockfalls. The standard route nowadays begins on the mist trail and winds around behind Lost Lake before heading steeply straight up the side of base of Half Dome. From what we were able to gather from scouting online, this would be a 16 mile round trip hike and the word "strenuous" was being thrown around by some very hard core hikers and climbers. My heart sank as I first heard these reports. After all, the hike up the Upper Falls trail had nearly finished me off a few years before. How in the world could I expect to haul my camera gear up the Mist Trail let alone the nearly vertical sections of this crazy trail to the foot of Half Dome?
But I really wanted that shot. I hit the treadmill and began building up my endurance. (Of course the first night was only 10 minutes, but hey. It was a start.) I also began challenging myself with some more difficult hikes, the most recent of which was up to the Fern Ledge in Yosemite. As the Summer drew to a close, we finally had a chance of thunderstorms and the promise of a possible sunset, and I sent Tom an urgent message: Can we go for it on Friday?
So last Friday, Tom and I took off at 4 AM for Yosemite. By 10:30 AM we were taking off from the Mist Trail parking area. Man I was feeling good! No stops at all on the way up to the first bridge. I was blowing past old people and asian tourists like they were standing still. Then the REAL climbing began. By the time we made it to the top of Nevada Fall, I was wiped. But we hadn't started the tough section yet. Tom and I had found a short cut up from Emerald Pool and we had a GPS map with us on Gaia. We were all set. What could go wrong?
So up we went.
The trip from Emerald Pool to the regular bush trail junction was easily the hardest climbing I've ever done. The nearly 30 pounds on my back turned out to be a huge mistake as I nearly gave up several times. Between the steep terrain and the bushwhacking, I was toast. When we hit the junction, things only got worse. I was having to stop almost every 100 feet and poor Tom just sat there waiting for me. After clawing my way up another 700 feet or so, I finally collapsed, unable to continue. I told Tom to head up without me, but he refused. After a long break, it finally hit me: I could dump whatever I wasn't going to use at the top and grab it on the way down! So out came my 24-70 lens (way too hazy for a valley shot), the tripod, almost all of my food, two jackets and over a liter of water. I dropped by stuff in a neat little pile behind a tree reminding myself that it would be a bad idea to forget those items on the way down.
Suddenly the backpack was WAY lighter and even though it hurt, I continued to force my way up. For the final 500 feet, I hung back and sent Tom up ahead. After another 1/2 hour break, I lurched back onto my feet and with the soundtrack of Rocky playing in my head, I charged up the last 500 feet to the Diving Board...some EIGHT hours after leaving the parking lot.
The view was absolutely spectacular as Half Dome rose far more majestically than I could have ever imagined. Although we didn't get quite the epic sunset we were hoping for, we did get some color during the last few minutes, just enough to give some atmosphere. A goal I had set two years prior had just been achieved. I had made it all the way to the diving board!
Our smiles began to fade as it dawned on us that it was getting dark in a real hurry and my car was still 8 miles away. There would be no "short cut" on the way down as we were pretty sure we would not survive a hike back down the sketchy ravine we had just clambered up. So down we went on the long, normal route around past Lost Lake. About 45 minutes later, I said something like "Hey Tom....where's my stuff?" Both of us were convinced that it must still be below us, so we plowed on. After we had gone another 1/2 hour or so, it dawned on us that we must have passed it. We were both beyond exhausted and nearly out of water. But Tom, being the hero that he is, charged back up to look for it. But didn't find it. He had a quarter of a liter of water left and I had maybe a half. I wasn't even sure if I could make the hike out, so I took a deep breath and told Tom we just needed to leave my lens...and all of my other stuff up there, which would have been roughly $2500 to replace.
Ouch.
Okay...this is taking way to long. I'll skip to the end.
After we passed Lost Lake on the way down, we found water in a creek and used my filter to keep from dying on the way back. Tom made it back to the car around 2:30 AM and very kindly drove the car around to the trailhead as I had some severe blisters. I didn't make it back to the trailhead until 3:30 AM.
Fast forward to last Monday when I drove back to Yosemite to find my stuff. I stayed overnight in El Portal and set off the next morning, this time without the 30 pounds taking only water and food. I left at 4 AM and by 8 AM I found my stuff exactly where I had left it! I made it up there in HALF the time! My lens and gear were undamaged and I breathed a huge sigh of relief before heading back down.
For those of you who might be interested taking this hike, I'll have much more details for you including maps, etc on my blog in the very near future. Sorry for the ridiculously long story and THANK YOU for reading the whole thing if you are still with me! The Diving Board was truly a once in a lifetime trip for me....at least for now. I MIGHT try it again, but if I do, it will be with MUCH less gear and more water!
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Heard a bull frog croaking loudly then walked to the other side of a back pool and found this one hiding in the heavy shade as shown in next photo, but a ray of sunlight finally broke through to light it up. Waited several minutes but it never moved and refused to croak while I was watching so left. I'm sure it wanted to continue call for a mate and didn't want to give up its place. Still wanting to get a photo of one croaking, maybe someday. :)