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This is a tree at Blickling Hall, lit up for the Wild Winter After Dark event. One of our ‘new traditions’ for Christmas is to buy tickets for this event. Then for me to categorically refuse to get out of the car in light of the atrocious weather. Luckily, for both years, the torrential rain and gale force winds have abated sufficiently for us to skid round the grounds. The trail ends at the Hall where I understand giant chocolate and nut waffles can be commissioned. The photograph has been cropped and the depth of colour enhanced for Sliders Sunday. The National Trust did the rest!
Finally here!
It was supposed to be a slice of regular imperial base, but guys from Brickzlab invited me to their Fallen Order collab and I simply couldn’t refuse it! Pure joy to be in the collab with many talented builders. Hope you like my Ilum as well. More interior shots are on my IG (@jan_the_creator) but I am going to upload them here too. ;)
Cheers!
~Jan
I haven't posted any photos of Dopey for ages. He's in great shape and has never been known to refuse food.
Your common simple humble average backyard chook (a neighbours). I think she is beautiful. Wouldn't we miss them if they didn't exist! We would have to find an alternate source of eggs for a start. Eggplant maybe? And what we would we say other exotic foods taste like, if not chicken!
Anyway, I refuse to to make a poultry attempt at humour and run afowl of your patience ;)
Happy Tuesday when it arrives in your part of the world!
Having tried his hand at hauling stone and transporting sleepers on his first day since his coronation, King Chaz (aka DB Cargo's 66023) is seen spending the longest day of 2023 seeing how ordinary folk who work in refuse collection go about their jobs, as he takes the rubbish from the people of Merseyside over to be processed in North Yorkshire on 6E16, Knowsley to Wilton.
A small but discerning gallery for this, with only one member of it needing to be edited out...
A stunning ovipositing female above, and a lovely male, with fab antennae in comments! I was so preoccupied with a weevil which I was trying to put on the pine, which refused to leave my finger, that I failed to notice the female above! Thankfully David pointed her out! Then as we sat and ate lunch, I spotted a male, but he flew off before I could get a photo! Afterwards, as we were exploring the meadow, David then spotted a couple of males around a female on the ground, which enabled me to get a shot of a male as well!
Heath Farm - Shropshire
3rd May 2008
com·pac·tor or com·pact·er (km-pktr, kmpk-)
n.
An apparatus that compresses refuse into relatively small packs for handy disposal.
I refuse to use focus stacking. It's easy to avoid: if the content won't fit within the depth of field available, pick a subject and commit to it. The resulting image may be more interesting and/or impactful as a result.
Odd that at the end of January, this remains liquid. A small bay sheltered from the current of the St. Lawrence without a trace of ice.
Some places make you feel small, in the best way possible. Gumiao River Grand Canyon (or Guniao Canyon) isn't just another scenic spot in Hunan—it's like wandering into a world carved out by giants and left untouched for us to stumble upon.
The river winds like a silk ribbon between sheer cliffs, so close you’d think they’re whispering secrets to each other. Greenery spills over edges, water carves its own quiet path, and if you sit long enough, the sound of the world simplifies itself: water, wind, echoes.
We didn’t rush. We couldn’t. Even photos don’t quite pin it down—something between the scale and the silence refuses to be captured. But we tried.
#HunanHiddenGems #GuniaoCanyon #ChinaBeyondTheUsual #QuietPlaces #GumiaoRiver
Есть места, где чувствуешь себя маленьким, но в самом лучшем смысле этого слова. Каньон реки Гумяо (или Гуньяо) в Хунани — это не просто ещё одно красивое место, это словно мир, вырезанный гигантами и оставленный нам на удивление.
Река петляет, как шёлковая лента, между отвесными скалами, такими близкими, будто они шепчут друг другу секреты. Зелень стекает по краям, вода спокойно прокладывает свой путь, и если задержаться здесь подольше, звуки мира упрощаются: вода, ветер, эхо.
Мы не спешили. Не могли. Фотографии не могут передать это чувство — что-то между масштабом и тишиной ускользает из кадра. Но мы попытались.
#СокровищаХунани #КаньонГуньяо #КитайЗаПределамиОбычного #МестаТишины #РекаГумяо
An afternoon hoping for some fun at the beach. The sky refused to play, so even though it was windy I decided to play at balancing. This great tree trunk provided a great place to produce something. The problem with the top of the beach though is all the pebbles are very rounded. I had great fun though. To me it looks a bit like a ballerina ( with no arms ) , so Ballerina Lake by Scott Matthews is the title.
On the first full day of my Autumn In The Alps trip I had a tough decision to make. Do I sit around my hotel in Munich and hope that British Airways calls me with news of my missing bag...or do I head out with the clothes on my back and live like a hobo for the next 8 days? After spending 20 minutes getting nowhere with the nice young lady from India, my decision was clear. In spite of British Airways' best attempts to derail my trip (bumping me to a later flight, losing my bag and then refusing to give me any information for four days) I ignored the fact that I had no luggage and was now missing the big tripod, and headed to the Dolomites with nothing but my camera gear and the back up Benro that I had brought for just such an occasion.
By late afternoon, I was pulling into the Val di Funes and setting off for St John's Chapel. The few hours that I spent in this valley will stay with me for the rest of my life. After shooting around St John's, I headed up the steep hillside behind me and found another 20 or so photographers setting up for the sunset. Not wanting to be part of the pack, I headed further up the hill, and then just sat....and soaked it all in. The clinking of the cow bells. The church bells ringing out over the valley for Sunday evening mass. I dodged a couple of tractors driven by stern looking weather beaten farmers who seemed to roll their eyes at the small army of photographers. I couldn't help but wonder....do you ever get used to it? No matter how hard my day was as a farmer....to look up and see that view...in all directions....would you ever want to leave?
I certainly didn't, but it was a long drive to Slovenia and it was already getting dark. Reluctantly, I packed up and headed back down the mountain.
For more on my Autumn In The Alps trip, please feel free to read my latest blog post at: theresonantlandscape.com/looking-for-autumn-in-the-dolomites
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Revelation 13:15 “And power was granted him to give breath to the statue of the Wild Beast, so that the statue of the Wild Beast could even speak and cause all who refuse to worship it to be put to death.”
“Young People Who Refuse To Do National Service Could Lose 'Access To Finance', Rishi Sunak Reveals”
... refusing to pose (my way !)
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Introspective weekend ahead as weather still refuses to play ball.
On my foggy commutes this week I often wondered how high you’d need to go to see blue skies
there’s a quiet charm in the timelessness of the bouquinistes of paris. once guardians of books, they now curate nostalgia—posters from another era, magazines with forgotten headlines, and a sense of permanence in an ever-changing city. this man, with his steady gaze and relaxed posture, seems almost like a relic himself, embodying the calm resilience of his trade. fallen leaves frame the scene, as if autumn itself has paused to pay respect to a tradition slowly evolving, yet refusing to fade.
- Edward Abbey.
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It’s now four years since I moved to California after about 9 years in the various cities of northeast US. Before my marriage, my future wife and I were working in NYC and San Jose respectively, and were forced to make a choice on where to settle down after the upcoming nuptials. My wife absolutely refused to do the long-distance relationship even for a minute after the wedding so we mutually agreed to look for jobs in each other’s cities and to move to a city where both had good offers. Thankfully fate interfered and the consulting project that I was a part of came to an abrupt end a week before my wedding, my wife had her doubts but I took it as an absolute sign and packed everything I owned into my trusty little Mazda, canceled my lease and drove cross country to the wonderful state of California.
I’d be lying if I claim that I was sure it would turn out ok, I simply wasn’t, as with most people I never liked change and was absolutely scared shitless. But it has all worked out, in the end, we both ended up moving to West Hollywood and having pretty decent jobs with a wonderful new set of friends and tons of national and state parks to keep us entertained. For some reason, all these thoughts went through my mind when I was working on this shot at night and I think I found the perfect quote to go with the image of this amazing location.
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History refuses to stay buried; it is reclaimed by dreams and midnight-night memories turning up like stones from the bedrock on a freshly cultivated field ..
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FGR invades Apparently Topless (although I suppose this would also fit in "Obviously Bottomless")(funny thing is that I do actually still have a shirt on. ha.)
Happy Half Nekkid Thursday
I'm the voice inside your head you refuse to hear
I'm the face that you have to face mirrorin' your stare
I'm what's left; I'm what's right
I'm the enemy; I'm the hand that'll take you down and bring you to your knees
So, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend
I had to make up for yesterday's piece of crap somehow.
Photography is a great uniter of countries, cultures, neighborhoods, families and friends. I’ve started a group named Photo-Phactory. Please share your best images with me.
Many accuse me of indifference and passivity when I refuse to go into hiding; they say that I have given up. They say everyone who can, must try to stay out of their clutches, it’s our bounden duty to try. But that argument is specious. For while everyone tries to save himself, vast numbers are nevertheless disappearing. And the funny thing is, I don’t feel I’m in their clutches anyway, whether I stay or am sent away. I find all that talk so cliché-ridden and naive, and can’t go along with it anymore. I don’t feel in anybody’s clutches … They may well succeed in breaking me physically, but no more than that. I may face cruelty and deprivation the likes of which I cannot imagine in even my wildest fantasies. Yet all this is as nothing to the immeasurable expanse of my faith in God and my inner receptiveness. I shall always be able to stand on my own two feet even when they are planted on the hardest soil of the harshest reality. And my acceptance is not indifference or helplessness. I feel deep moral indignation at a regime that treats human beings in such a way. But events have become too overwhelming and too demonic to be stemmed with personal resentment and bitterness. These responses strike me as being utterly childish and unequal to the “fateful” course of events. (ET 2002, 487)
-Etty Hillesum
“Calgary pastor jailed for refusing ‘forced apology’ in drag storytime dispute”
“Derek Reimer rejects court-ordered remorse, claiming a Charter-protected stand against compelled speech and children’s exposure to drag events.”
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Proverbs 29:27 “An unjust man is an abomination to the righteous, but one whose way is straight is an abomination to the wicked.”
Dwarf Daffodils...
The fragrance is heady (mostly from the dwarf Daffs), the sight pure visual pleasure, good for one's senses...
I prefer taking 'uplifting' images...life is tough enough, there is more than plenty of 'darkness' and 'Angst'...
I am not 'hiding' from reality, only refuse to only live with 'that', I want to show there IS still 'ANOTHER', beautiful, side to it... for those who care to look?
Hope this brings a bit of joy again, have a good day and thank you for your visit, so very much appreciated, Magda, (*_*)
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Buff-banded Rail
Scientific Name: Gallirallus philippensis
Description: The Buff-banded Rail is a medium-sized stout rail with short legs. It has a distinctive grey eyebrow and an orange-brown band on its streaked breast. The lores, cheek and hindneck are rich chestnut. The chin and throat are grey, the upperparts streaked brown and the underparts barred black and white. The eye is red. Young birds are much paler to white underneath, with indistinct bars and only a faint orange-brown tint on the breast. Downy chicks are fluffy black. This rail walks slowly, with tail raised and flicking constantly.
Similar species: The orange-brown breast band distinguishes the Buff-banded Rail from the similar but smaller Lewin's Rail,Dryolimnas pectoralis, which has a rich chestnut crown and nape and a proportionally longer pink bill.
Distribution: The Buff-banded Rail is widespread in mainland Australia, particularly along the eastern coast and islands, and on Norfolk and Lord Howe Islands. It is also found in south-east Asia, New Guinea and New Zealand.
Habitat: The Buff-banded Rail is seen singly or in pairs in dense reeds and vegetation bordering many types of wetlands or crops. It makes widespread use of artificial wetlands like sewage ponds and drainage channels.
Seasonal movements: The Buff-banded Rail is resident and possibly locally nomadic, though little is known of these movements.
Feeding: The Buff-banded Rail feeds on crustaceans, molluscs, insects, seeds, fruit, frogs, carrion and refuse. It mostly feeds early in the morning and the evening.
Breeding: Breeding is poorly known, but the Buff-breasted Rail nests in long grass, tussocks, rushes or crops. It makes an unlined cup-shaped nest of grasses or reeds. Both parents incubate and the young will leave the nest within 24 hours. Both parents remain with the young, which usually feed themselves, though the female may feed them as well. Two broods may be raised in some seasons.
Calls: Loud creaky squeak when breeding but usually silent.
Minimum Size: 28cm
Maximum Size: 33cm
Average size: 31cm
Average weight: 130g
Breeding season: September to February
Clutch Size: 5 to 8 eggs
Incubation: 19 days
Nestling Period: 1 days
(source: www.birdsinbackyards.net)
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I wasn't ready for this and I think it shows but I had Geoff Ed Gazza and Jerry in mind so I tried to grab it ;))
A Mobile Nomads patrol is moving along the main roads of the southern part of the country to keep them open, preventing guerrillas who refused to join the Brotherhood from occupying it and imposing their own informal tolls.