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An orphaned baby squirrel I found once.
He was dehydrated and dying, and its mother was nowhere to be seen. We took care of him, rehydrated the poor guy, and turned him over to the Wildlife Rehabilitation Center in Roseville, Minnesota. He was such a neat little guy; made all kinds of weird noises, scooting around.
Hasselblad / Kodak Tri-X & Edwal 12 / Ilford MGIV & Ethol LPD / ligth sepia/selenium toning
Detail of a tiger beetle (Calomera bordonii, Coleoptera, Carabidae). Collection specimen from Indonesia (Moluccas, Buru island., ca. 250m alt., May 2013).
Studio work with a rehydrated collection specimen. Focus stack of 198 images, assembled in Zerene Stacker (Dmap & Pmax). Sony A7Rm5 + Canon MP-E 2.8/65mm at 4.5x; ISO-100, f/4, 0.4 sec, diffused led light (Nanlite Forza 60B II).
Here are the 7 minifigures I have made for SpongeBob Battle for Bikini Bottom Rehydrated! This project also serves as a set for Sponge on the Run releasing later this year. It's been a highlight of my early summer and time. So excited to get my hands on the game tomorrow! In the meanwhile, I hope you enjoy this group! And thank you for all the support!
Nelumbo nucifera.
CATALÀ
El lotus de l'Índia (Nelumbo nucifera), conegut també com a lotus sagrat o tot simplement com a lotus, és una espècie de planta de la família dels nelumbes.
El lotus sagrat és originari del subcontinent indi, d'on es va estendre en temps molt antics al Sud-est asiàtic, la Xina, el Japó i altres regions temperades i tropicals d'Àsia.
Actualment, s'ha estès arreu del món com a planta decorativa, car és una espècie molt utilitzada en jardineria per a decorar estanys i petites basses d'aigua. Es troba en molts jardins i parcs de les zones subàrtiques, i poden resistir prou bé les temperatures baixes ocasionals. També pot suportar glaçades de fins a –15 °C si l'arrel es troba submergida com a mínim en 1 m d'aigua.
Creix en estanys poc profunds, rius de corrent suau i aiguamolls, i pot ocupar extensions molt grans. Sovint, el lotus sagrat creix en llocs d'inundació intermitent. La planta pot sobreviure en aigües de fins a 2,4 m de profunditat i pot suportar períodes més o menys llargs d'assecament del seu entorn. També creix a la vora de llacs, embassaments i séquies.
És una planta aquàtica perenne. Les arrels formen tubèrculs que tenen múltiples rizomes i, així, les plantes del lotus es troben fermament amarrades al fang del fons de l'estany o riu.
Aquesta planta es confon sovint amb els nenúfars, però aquests tenen una estructura molt diferent. Mentre que els nenúfars creixen damunt de la superfície, la flor i les fulles del lotus es troben a l'extrem d'una poderosa tija que s'eleva per damunt de l'aigua fins a 1 m d'altura.
La flor del lotus és molt gran, i pot fer fins a 35 cm de diàmetre. Creix de manera erecta, ultrapassant normalment les fulles més altes. Generalment, és de color blanc amb marges rosats o de color rosa pàl·lid, però hi ha varietats totalment blanques o groguenques. La flor d'aquesta planta té propietats termoreguladores.
ENGLISH
Nelumbo nucifera, also known as Indian lotus, sacred lotus, or simply lotus, is one of two extant species of aquatic plant in the family Nelumbonaceae. It is sometimes colloquially called a water lily, though this more often refers to members of the family Nymphaeaceae.
Lotus plants are adapted to grow in the flood plains of slow-moving rivers and delta areas. Stands of lotus drop hundreds of thousands of seeds every year to the bottom of the pond. While some sprout immediately, and most are eaten by wildlife, the remaining seeds can remain dormant for an extensive period of time as the pond silts in and dries out. During flood conditions, sediments containing these seeds are broken open, and the dormant seeds rehydrate and begin a new lotus colony.
GALEGO
Nelumbo nucifera a flor de loto é unha das dúas especies pertencentes ao xénero Nelumbo Adans. 1763. Recibe tamén os nomes vulgares de loto sagrado do Nilo, loto sacro ou rosa do Nilo. O termo específico fai referencia aos seus froitos (latín: nucifer, -a, -um, que porta noces). É sonada a lonxevidade das súas sementes, que poden xermolar logo de 30 séculos. En Galiza só aparece coma ornamental nos encoros dalgúns xardíns.
É unha herba acuática con rizomas de 10–20 m de longo, grosos, ramificados, con numerosos catafilos, profundamente enraizados no fondo dos encoros. As follas son boiantes ou emerxentes, peltadas, glaucas, de limbo orbicular, de (25-)30–100 cm de diámetro, glabro, de bordo frecuentemente ondulado, hidrófobo; pecíolo normalmente con acúleos de 1 a 2 m ou máis de longo, fistuloso.
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Closeup of a checkered beetle (Omadius sp, Coleoptera, Cleridae). Collection specimen (December 2017) from the Solomon islands (South Pacific), Malaita isl., south coast, 100-250 m, Hahorarumu Uru tribal area (conservation area).
Studio work with a rehydrated collection specimen. Focus stack of 74 images, assembled in Zerene Stacker (Dmap & Pmax). Sony A7Rm5 (crop mode) + Canon MP-E 2.8/65mm at 4.5x; ISO-100, f/4, 1/3 sec, diffused led light (Nanlite Forza 60B II).
Image 3.5 mm wide.
Nelumbo nucifera Gaertn, Le Temple Garden - Yen Ha, Việt Nam.
CATALÀ
El lotus de l'Índia (Nelumbo nucifera), conegut també com a lotus sagrat o tot simplement com a lotus, és una espècie de planta de la família dels nelumbes. El lotus sagrat és originari del subcontinent indi, d'on es va estendre en temps molt antics al Sud-est asiàtic, la Xina, el Japó i altres regions temperades i tropicals d'Àsia.
Actualment, s'ha estès arreu del món com a planta decorativa, car és una espècie molt utilitzada en jardineria per a decorar estanys i petites basses d'aigua. Es troba en molts jardins i parcs de les zones subàrtiques, i poden resistir prou bé les temperatures baixes ocasionals. També pot suportar glaçades de fins a –15 °C si l'arrel es troba submergida com a mínim en 1 m d'aigua.
Creix en estanys poc profunds, rius de corrent suau i aiguamolls, i pot ocupar extensions molt grans. Sovint, el lotus sagrat creix en llocs d'inundació intermitent. La planta pot sobreviure en aigües de fins a 2,4 m de profunditat i pot suportar períodes més o menys llargs d'assecament del seu entorn. També creix a la vora de llacs, embassaments i séquies.
És una planta aquàtica perenne. Les arrels formen tubèrculs que tenen múltiples rizomes i, així, les plantes del lotus es troben fermament amarrades al fang del fons de l'estany o riu.
Aquesta planta es confon sovint amb els nenúfars, però aquests tenen una estructura molt diferent. Mentre que els nenúfars creixen damunt de la superfície, la flor i les fulles del lotus es troben a l'extrem d'una poderosa tija que s'eleva per damunt de l'aigua fins a 1 m d'altura.
La flor del lotus és molt gran, i pot fer fins a 35 cm de diàmetre. Creix de manera erecta, ultrapassant normalment les fulles més altes. Generalment, és de color blanc amb marges rosats o de color rosa pàl·lid, però hi ha varietats totalment blanques o groguenques. La flor d'aquesta planta té propietats termoreguladores.
ENGLISH
Nelumbo nucifera, also known as Indian lotus, sacred lotus, or simply lotus, is one of two extant species of aquatic plant in the family Nelumbonaceae. It is often colloquially called a water lily.
Lotus plants are adapted to grow in the flood plains of slow-moving rivers and delta areas. Stands of lotus drop hundreds of thousands of seeds every year to the bottom of the pond. While some sprout immediately, and most are eaten by wildlife, the remaining seeds can remain dormant for an extensive period of time as the pond silts in and dries out. During flood conditions, sediments containing these seeds are broken open, and the dormant seeds rehydrate and begin a new lotus colony.
Under favorable circumstances, the seeds of this aquatic perennial may remain viable for many years, with the oldest recorded lotus germination being from seeds 1,300 years old recovered from a dry lakebed in northeastern China. Therefore, the Chinese regard the plant as a symbol of longevity.
It has a very wide native distribution, ranging from central and northern India (at altitudes up to 1,400 m or 4,600 ft in the southern Himalayas), through northern Indochina and East Asia (north to the Amur region; the Russian populations have sometimes been referred to as "Nelumbo komarovii"), with isolated locations at the Caspian Sea.[4] Today the species also occurs in southern India, Sri Lanka, virtually all of Southeast Asia, New Guinea and northern and eastern Australia, but this is probably the result of human translocations.[4] It has a very long history (c. 3,000 years) of being cultivated for its edible seeds,and it is commonly cultivated in water gardens. It is the national flower of India and Vietnam.
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Part 11
I took a different route down than what I took up, but I still made it back to camp and Debbie was there waiting for me. I was starving and exhausted and she got water boiling and rehydrated a meal for me.
After dinner and a rest the daylight was fading so we went a short ways away to a nice overview of lake 3. Debbie brought her violin and played a few songs on a large rock while a cold wind blew up the hill from below. Once she could no longer feel her fingers on the strings we headed back to the tent for the night.
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Well, the past 2 nights have stayed in the mid 30s with rain both days. The Mushrooms seem to be rehydrating but the top of the caps still have the white/gray coloration. Interesting process and one I'm attempting to document with my photos.
In reality I think this gig's crew were resting and rehydrating before rowing back up harbour on the Gosport side.
Devil's Coach-horse beetle in defensive posture (24mm, Ocypus olens, Staphylinidae).
Studio work with a dead collection specimen, rehydrated and staged. Stack of 82 images; assembled in Zerene Stacker (Dmap & Pmax). Sony A7RM5 (apsc mode), FE 2.8/90 Macro G OSS; ISO-100, f/6.3, 1/2 sec, -1,0 step, diffused daylight.
Stag beetle (♂ Odontolabis striata, Lucanidae, 34mm) from Sumatra (Jambi, March 2021, collection specimen).
Studio work with a rehydrated collection specimen. Focus stack of 108 images, assembled in Zerene Stacker (Dmap & Pmax). Sony A7Rm5, FE 2.8/90 Macro G OSS; ISO-100, f/6.3, 1/25sec, diffused led light (Nanlite Forza 60B II).
This one weighs 260g it was wobbling about in the day. A neighbour rang to ask me if I would rescue it. I have taken it to the vet who has kept it in to rehydrate and check over. When it is fit and healthy they will call me to take it to a rescue.
Every once in a while nature creates an absolutely ridiculous sunset at you, and you're there with a camera to capture it.
Part 3
This lake is beautiful but there is no composition here that I like so as soon as my clothes were dry and I was dressed I followed the outflow creek in search of better compositions. My map shows some small ponds just downstream that I think might have more options for photos. Throughout this whole journey it has been the little tarns and ponds that have had the most interesting compositions.
While searching the area around the outflow creek as I slowly worked my way to the ponds I came across some dried mudflats with black water stained rocks jutting up through the cracks. This area has a lot of photographic potential but nothing that I see looks good when I frame it with my camera, so I kept moving. I passed the first pond, then the second. The sun was getting lower and I was worried that I wasn't going to find a good composition for what was probably going to be the last sunset of this journey. When I reached the third and final pond along the outflow creek I finally saw something that looked good both in person and framed in my view finder, so I dropped pack here and set up my tent on it's grassy shore.
While I rested and waited for the sun to set the high peaks aflame, airplane after airplane disrupted the peaceful, natural sounds of water and wilderness silence with their artificial thunder. This pond, I came to find out, is right beneath a major north, south flight path. If there is one thing I can't stand it is when I am out in a wilderness area and an airplanes disrupts the peace and quiet. Then they scar the sky with lines of artificial clouds that ruin some of the best photos, though here the sky healed quickly as the contrails evaporated just as fast as the planes spat them out.
Soon the late afternoon sun sank low enough that it cast the shadow of mountains upon me. As shade fell the temperature began to drop again so before it got too cold I started boiling a pot of water to rehydrate my dinner. As I ate, the ridgeline that rose above the pond to the east began to glow as did Kuna Crest that rose as three rounded peaks just to the north. While that happened the rippling water really exploded with color. I put my meal down and began photographing the composition that I had waited for. Once the light faded I finished my dinner, all the while the blinking lights of airplanes drifted overhead as they thundered across the darkening sky.
I was really hoping that during the last night of this journey I could once again enjoy the peace and quite of the high sierra, but unless these planes stop that isn't going to happen. (Any natural soundscape without man made noise pollution I count as peace and quiet: water, wind, birds, frogs, crickets, rain, natural thunder, etc. )
Soon after the gray-haired stars poked their faces out the planes ceased and I finally had the peace I wanted. Tonight, not a breath of wind disturbed the air and the cold deepened with the night. I had really wanted to spend this last night without a tent, beneath the wide, star filled sierra sky but with how cold it was getting my tent would provide a few degrees of extra warmth.
Miso sopa and rice with beans.
mums, おなかペコペコ！
Dishware from muji.
My miso shiro (quite flexible recipe..)
Put the dried wakame in water to rehydrate. Warm water with stock (I usually put regular vegetable stock if I don't have dashi stock), then mix in the hot water the miso, the cut wakame (and tofu if you have/want) . Warm and mix without boiling. Then serve in a bowl and add some sliced scallions if available, I usually put some fresh garlic from the window pot instead.
I had posted this video earlier, but somehow part of the soundtrack got lost... So here's the final and complete version of our compilation of clips from the hike.
It wasn't our initial plan to summit this stunning mountain. In fact, we only learned of it the day before we ventured out to it after finding out that the area around our first choice had been closed. What a lucky break for us! It was quite the adventure, with 12 km's of rough Forestry Service Road driven on our poor little vehicle, then 16.7 km's return distance walking and 1472 m's of total elevation gain. It was a very hot day, and it took 10 hours to complete, due to some steep scrambling, the time used to cross many snow patches, some precariously positioned, and the many stops to rehydrate.
Portrait of Derby's flower beetle (47mm, Dicronorhina derbyana, Cetonidae). Found it on Combretum molle, in Mtao forest (Zimbabwe, S19°22.08' E30°40.38', February 1999).
Studio work with a rehydrated collection specimen. Focus stack of 77 images, assembled in Zerene Stacker (Dmap & Pmax). Sony A7Rm5, FE 2.8/90 Macro G OSS; ISO-100, f/6.3, 1/320sec, diffused daylight LED.
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Perhaps nowhere else on earth is more associated with the camel than the Arabian Peninsula. Their story is not one of a free population; however, but of a domesticated animal. Throughout history, Arabian camels have served the needs of humans. The camel has played such an important role in Arab culture that there are over 160 words for "camel" in the Arabic language. The geography and climate have combined to define an entire culture with the camel at its core. Camels have lived in some of the most desolate corners of our planet, and not only do they live, they thrive. Most large animals are unable to survive in these kinds of desolate places. This is because of their large requirement for resources such as food and water. Camels are able to use this to their advantage as a survival strategy. By living in deserts, mountains, and other arid places Camels are able to avoid predators, and others who would compete for resources. Camels are only able to do this because of their amazing ability to efficiently use the resources their environments provide.
A camel can travel long distances which allow them to take advantage of the maximum number of resources. They can withstand a massive amount of dehydration which allow them to survive not only between watering holes, but sometimes between seasons. When at a watering hole camels are able to gorge themselves and rehydrate quickly.
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Some of the women were gradually leaving the rally, probably they had had enough of the heat. (It was 92 degrees out.) And the speeches weren't anything anybody hadn't heard before. And as the march had gone off without a hitch of any kind, everyone considered it a success and went home to rehydrate and wait for the next march and rally to be held in downtown L.A.
But this isn't the end of the photos yet. And, to see the video I made of this march and rally, you can click on the link below to my YouTube channel:
Pictured here, healthy, at 9 days old. recommendations?
Update: This boy spent all day yesterday struggling to stay alive, moaning. I was able to rehydrate him every two hours, giving him little bursts of showing vital signs, but he wasn't able to make it through the night and died peacefully, with his mouth in a cute little smile and paws crossed.
C'est peut-être le printemps, mais il y a encore des Ukpik (ᐅᒃᐱᒃ) qui s'attardent à l'aéroport de Montréal (YUL). Ce beau monsieur est à la Clinique des oiseaux de proie pour son examen général afin de déterminer quand il pourra être relâché. Un peu déshydraté, un peu en deçà de son poids normal, il doit être réhydraté par intraveineuse et alimenté. Aucune blessure ne découlant de son piégeage, il sera gardé un certain temps afin de déterminer quand il pourra rejoindre les siens dans le Grand Nord.
Merci à mes amis Jaques et Lucie qui m'ont accompagné à la clinique.
This male Snowy is being examined at the Raptors' Clinic in Saint-Hyacinthe, Qc. after having been trapped at the Montreal International Airport (YUL). Weighing 1.285Kg he is slightly underweight and quite tired after having probably spent considerable energy trying to free himself from the Swedish Goshawk traps used at the Airport. He is rehydrated intravenously and force-fed. Otherwise in excellent condition, and will be monitored over the next few days to determine when best to release him.
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No. 3 Flickr Explore April 18, 2019
Dried chilies ready to rehydrated. Badia brand. California Chili top right. El Puro Sabor brand, Guajillo. The Badia brand are really nice and clean while the Puro need a good cleaning before use.
Tenuous Link: grass blades-knife
Mt Tongariro Red Crater (foreground), Mt Ngauruhoe (aka Mt Doom in the middle) and Mt Ruapehu (covered in snow)
Tongariro Alpine Crossing
Tongariro National Park (Dual World Heritage area)
North Island, New Zealand
As you would guess by now, it is impossible to take a bad shot from this location :) There are an abundance of compositions to choose from! It is little wonder that it draws such a crowd!
The steep descent I mentioned in my previous post: "Emerald Lakes" is the ridgeline on the extreme right of the frame. This image gives a sense on the gradient and length of the path, filled with loose rocks that one must transverse down. Its probably the most demanding and dangerous part of the whole track. After that, there is really no reason to turn back.
This image was taken at the final ascent to blue pools. By now my thighs were experiencing sporadic cramps. God I am so unfit! I slowed down my pace to allow my muscles to recover and also to rehydrate. Reminding myself that there is no turning back! I also used the time to capture images such as this.
Slowly but surely, blue lake came into view. Looking at it up close, it was massive! Larger than all the Emerald Lakes combined. Making it impossible to fit it in one frame. I did not spend much time at blue lake as I was afraid that I would miss my pick up time. Subsequently, the path meandered downhill for a good 8 kms, below the alpine region, into a forest (where I mistook Lahar for a New Zealand man-eating predator after reading the sign "Listen out for Lahar, move quickly and do not stop") and ending at a carpark.
After reading/ listening to my accounts, some people would ask if I regreted going for the hike, putting myself in such unnecessary pain and danger. To which I reply: I would do it all over again in a heartbeat :)
1 exp shot, edited in Lightroom and Photoshop
Comments and constructive criticisms are appreciated!
Project 2020/366 - Day 031: Water Break (Monochrome)
Some guerilla street photography. Here, a woman cools off and rehydrates after a workout at the gym just up the street.
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Day 30
Part 1
There was not the slightest breath of breeze this morning and the the still air was crisp and cold. Grabbing my camera gear I headed down to the creek where I had stored the fish last night to make sure no critters had wandered off with them as I slept. Frost embraced the grasses that crunched beneath my feet and my breath condensed into clouds that swirled like spirits ascending skyward. When I reached the creek my fish were undisturbed and thin layers of ice had formed in the slower moving sections of the creek.
I had no idea how the light of sunrise was going to paint the landscape this morning so I just sat down on a rock near the creek and waited. I did not plan ahead for any photos this time, so as the earth's purple shadow crawled nearer to the tops Mt. Banner (12143) and Mt. Ritter (13143) I just returned to the same spot as yesterday and hoped for the best. Shortly after the shadow sunk behind the peaks, Banner and Ritter glowed in the most subtle, yet beautiful pink I have seen so far on this journey.
After I got the sunrise photos I wanted I went back to get the fish. The icy water was so cold it was almost painful as I stuck my hand in it to pull out the bag of fish. The fish themselves were frozen and stuck in the position that the bag had stored them in. I took them back to camp. Before preparing them, I thanked the fish for their nourishment and sacrifice. Then I cut them into chunks and put them into my small jet boil pot, heads and all, covered them with water and boiled them up. Once they were done I pulled them out and used the already boiled water full of fish oils and fats to rehydrate one of my dehydrated meals. As that was rehydrating I pulled the bones easily out of the fish and ate. I left the heads and bones on a rock so any critters could have themselves a meal. Then I ate the rehydrated food.
I headed back down to the creek to wash the fish from my hands in the painfully cold water. By this time the sun had risen enough to cast light on the area and I spent some time taking more photos. The frozen grasses were now steaming as the warm rays of sun melted and evaporated the frost. Once the interesting light conditions faded as the sun climbed higher I headed back to my campsite and packed up my stuff.
I then started on my way to Nydiver Lakes (10095).
Purple Hairstreak / neozephyrus quercus. Whitecross Green Wood, Oxfordshire. 25/08/16.
A visit to search for Brown Hairstreaks in overcast, humid conditions - not ideal and certainly not comfortable!
Despite a paucity of butterfly sightings generally, I did see 2-3 BH's flying around the top of an Ash tree.
Waited around in the hope that one would drop lower enabling me to make some images, but after an hour plus, I decided it wasn't going to happen and had to give in to the stifling humidity :-(
Back at the car, rehydrating and wondering whether to wait for some sunshine and then to try again, I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye. This little lady dropped down from an Oak and perched up at knee height.
So, a hairstreak of a different kind and looking rather worn too after her testing flight season. To me though, she was the gem that saved the day and offered a very close encounter!
A funny longhorn beetle with tufts of blackish hairs on the segments of the antenna (ca 37mm long, Thysia (Diastocera) wallichii tonkinensis, Cerambycidae, collection specimen, Thailand, Mae Tha, Lamphun, 2014).
Studio work; the dried specimen was rehydrated, cleaned, prepared and staged in a greenhouse.
Focus stack based on 185 images, assembled in Zerene Stacker (Dmap & Pmax), not cropped. Canon 5Dmkii, EF 100mm macro 1:2.8L IS USM, ISO-100, f/4, 1/10, diffused daylight led (Lupolux).
Four spotted cacao weevil (Pantorhytes cf. torricellianus; Curculionidae, Coleoptera). Collection specimen from Papua New Guinea (Rubaul, East New Britain, July 2004).
Studio work; the dried specimen was rehydrated, cleaned, prepared and staged. Focus stack based on 94 images, assembled in Zerene Stacker (Dmap & Pmax), cropped.
Sony A6300 + Metabones adapter + Canon EF 100mm 1:2.8L IS USM; ISO-100, f/4, 1/160s, diffused flash.
One of the most peculiar leaf rollers from Madagascar (ca. 17mm long, Trachelophorus giraffa, Atellabidae, collection specimen, 2015). Males, like this one, have much longer necks than females. They use it to fight off other males.
Studio work; the dry collection specimen was carefully rehydrated, cleaned, prepared and staged on an old flowering stem.
Focus stack based on 187 images, assembled in Zerene Stacker (Dmap & Pmax), slightly cropped from below.
Canon 5Dmkii, Canon MP-E 65mm at 1.5x, ISO-100, f/4.5, 1/160s, tracing paper diffused single flash.
A splendid bluish-green Cuckoo wasp (11mm, Chrysidoidea, ID: ...) from the miombo forests in Katanga (DR Congo, January 2015). Found it in an old dried wooden post.
Studio work. Specimen rehydrated and staged on a smaller fruit of Ficus microcarpa. Focus stack based on 120 images, assembled in Zerene Stacker (Pmax & Dmap), not cropped.
Canon 5D mkii, Canon MP-E 65mm at 2.7x, ISO-100, f/6.3, 1/160s, tracing paper diffused flash.
A quick slurp to rehydrate, it's a hot day and the first three miles covered but yet to see wood! Across Boughton Golf Course to North Street before reaching Chrislocks Wood and the beginning of the walk after the walk to get to the walk!
Black and red colored weevil with pruinose-white dotted legs and funny club-shaped antenna (Cercidocerus sanguinipes; Curculionidae, Coleoptera). Collection specimen from the Phillipines (Aurora, Sierra Madre).
Studio work; the dried specimen was rehydrated, cleaned, prepared and staged in a greenhouse. Focus stack based on 90 images, assembled in Zerene Stacker (Dmap & Pmax), slightly cropped.
Sony A6300 + Metabones adapter + Canon EF 100mm 1:2.8L IS USM; ISO-100, f/6.3, 1/2s,-0.3step, diffused natural light.
Grâce à l'intervention de gens conscient de leur écosystème, cette buse à épaulettes a pu être rescapée malgré une fracture ouverte de l'humérus et un harcèlement de corneilles qui voulaient l'achever. Elle a été trouvée à l'Île Perrot.
Cet incident à été signalé à l'UQROP par Todd de la ''Marina Ile Perrot'' lorsque Bryan, un de ses employés, eu trouvé cette buse en détresse. En tant que bénévole-transporteur je l'ai acheminé aux soins urgents de l'Équipe du Dr Fitzgerald.
Elle fut prise en charge immédiatement, évaluée, désinfectée, réhydratée et nourrie en attendant un examen radio puis une chirurgie dans les heures prochaines. À suivre...
Je remercie l'UQROP et l'équipe du Dr. Guy Fitzgerald pour le travail colossal qu'ils effectuent sans financement récurrent de la part des différents paliers gouvernementaux pour soigner ces oiseaux protégés par la loi.
Un appel à peine voilé (j'en prends l'entière responsabilité) à tous ceux qui profitent de ces belles occasions d'images que nous procurent les rapaces, à participer d'une façon ou d'une autre au travail de l'organisme.
Il existe plusieurs façons d'apporter son aide, bénévolat, dons, achats en ligne et visites au site Chouette à Voir qui ouvre le 24 juin pour la saison 2016.
This Red-shouldered Hawk was found by Bryan who works for Todd at ''The Marina Ile Perrot''. Todd quickly reported the incident to the UQROP. As a volunteer for UQROP it was my duty to pick it up and quickly get it into the capable hands of Dr. Fitzgerald and his team.
It was immediately attended to. An open fracture of the upper wing bone, and de-hydration were the major concerns. The appropriate care was quickly given and it looks like this bird has a fair chance of making it through.
I have nothing but praise for the admirable dedication of Dr. Fitzgerald and his team. For all those who enjoy observing and taking pictures of these awsome raptor species, there are a number of ways you can help. Although these species are protected by Federal and Provincial laws, UQROP does not have regular recurring funding from the authorities. We can all help by visiting ''Chouette à Voir'' which opens on June 24th for the 2016 season.
Donations and volunteering are also ways we can all help.
Il me fait plaisir d'annoncer que le faucon émerillon sujet d'une autre intervention récente a fait de tels progrès qu'il est maintenant en physio en volière à Chouette à Voir. Une relâche prochaine est très probable.
Did you know that offering a stranded bee on the ground a little sugared water you will save it's life. They fall to the floor dehydrated and are unable to find the strength to re hydrate. If you ease their head onto a spoon of water they will drink plentifully and you will feel remarkably satisfied when they eventually fly off. Try it :)
Studio work with a rehydrated and staged Curculionid beetle from French Guyana (collection specimen, ID: unknown, March 2013).
Focus stack based on 165 images, assembled in Zerene Stacker (Dmap & Pmax), not cropped. Canon 5Dmkii, MP-E 65mm at 1.3x, ISO-100, f/3.5, 1/160s, diffused single flash.
‘Good judgement comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgement’
Rita Mae Brown (but I heard this from my friend Brian)
Over the last decade I have taken a score of cross-country hikes up the East Fork of Willow Creek starting at the campground on the goat path we call 299. In that time the furthest I’d ever made it up this branch was about a third of the way. Each time I’d turn around it was with a bit of reluctance and a feeling that I was missing something cool beyond my reach. I knew I couldn’t get up and back in a day but then I thought, what if I dropped in from near Horse Mountain and just went straight down, one way?
I spent a week viewing topo maps and Google Earth as well as doing a little reconnaissance from Horse Mountain looking for access points into the drainage. I even created a formula for estimating the timing based on my accumulated data and past experience. With this, and a consultation from my magic eight ball, my estimations were that I could complete the trek in approximately 12 hours. It was going to be tough but with an early jump I’d be out before dark. I set the date for the last Saturday in May. Amanita was coming to the coast that night, so I asked her to meet me on 299 at nine. If I got out early, I’d cracked the two Boont Ambers I’d already stashed in my pack, catch a little buzz and watch the cars drive by as I reflected on what I knew would be a memorable day, no matter what happened.
But the forecast deteriorated for Saturday (heavy rains) so I recalibrated for Sunday, and instead of picking me up Amanita wanted to go. I warned her that my calculations could be a bit off and it was going to be grueling, but she said she had stamina and wanted to take part. Duly warned with written disclosures in triplicate, notarized and sent to the county recorders office, I agreed. I was actually excited to share the experience with a like minded soul. And she is.
The weather was cloudy, which was perfect for photography, and though our jump wasn’t as swift as we’d hoped, we left the trailhead by 8:30 and made it to Horse Mountain Creek by ten. The creek was beyond any expectations and running strong! The hop down to the East Fork was a series of easy cascades through a very diverse forest peppered by large boulders. Right along the banks were azaleas, and even a few dogwoods.
An hour in, my left wader sprung a leak filling my shoe with water. No matter, I knifed the boot above the sole to allow water to drain when on land. My foot would be wet, but I could deal with it. What were my options anyway?
A small picturesque waterfall greeted us at the confluence, and though we were a little further behind, the day was still young and photo ops were everywhere. We moved down the creek with fun anticipation for what was around each corner.
But time was ticking. We did have to keep moving.
The upper section was a bit narrower than anticipated, and the respites of benches and bars diminished. I’d checked the USGS and Google maps, but at 80 foot intervals the story played differently with boots in the creek. The consequences of this weren’t lost on me. But I knew the lower section and it wasn’t going to be that difficult in the dark, and the hike was absolutely going to end in the dark, which was fine. I still felt in control.
As the drainage remained narrow and our progress relegated to either animal trails or the creek, another hurdle came into play: downed trees. The story was always the same, an old grown tree comes down and takes out what it can before resting over the creek. Then, when winter waters swell, any debris coming downstream backs up and creates what seemed like an unstable mortar to the old growth bricks. It created the worst footing, and like the side of a shampoo bottle, as we descended it was rinse, lather, repeat. Our ETA kept getting later.
As we came over a small ridge that pushed the creek to the right, I saw what I’d anticipated we’d find up here, a significant waterfall. The entire creek dumped about 25 feet into what was the largest swim hole we’d witness on the trip. Neither of us felt all that fatigued, so there was little resistance to stopping and pulling out the cameras. We took a bunch of pictures, rehydrated, and ate. I got out my Satellite app and checked our progress.
It was time to have a conversation……she already knew.
At this point the scenery may have been the most consistently beautiful, but the thought of moving quickly was taking a stronghold. The day had yielded to the evening, and shortly afterward the evening sounds went silent, minus the perceived infinity of the creek.
The last of the light afforded Amanita and I a view of this robust little feeder creek that had split and was spilling two identical waterfalls into the main stem. That was my last picture of the trip, and we were not even close to done. My eyes adjusted to the waning light until it couldn’t any longer.
With the grip of night, things changed. First, without the visual stimulation my senses started focusing on other things, like cumulative fatigue and the pain from a couple of spills I had taken a few hours back. I also starting feeling increased groin tightness (I could barely lift my left leg) which added to the challenge of the obstacle course ahead. Secondly, my depth perception went to shit. With the understory being between knee and chest level, the headlamps would illuminate the top of the brush but its light didn’t always penetrate to the forest floor, so where we were stepping was was often dark and precarious.
Maybe it was because she’d grown up in the forest, but Amanita seemed to move as well in the dark as she did during the day. In contrast, my movements were not dissimilar to a drunken sailor in the middle of a three day shore leave. I took roughly a half dozen spills that night, the worst being slipping off a rock and free falling onto my backpack right into the creek. Due to the energy it was taking to get back, even with temps nearing 50 I never felt cold, though I knew stopping would change that. We just kept moving.
It’s funny. During the day, even when the canopy was dense, the light from above provided a feeling of openness. At night that all went away. A headlamp looking up ended at the tree canopy and it created a sense of being in a tunnel. When Amanita and I separated the view of her light downstream only enhanced this sense, and when a curve in the creek took that away and the only light present was my own, it almost felt claustrophobic. It was a weird feeling. Surreal.
At ‘who the fuck knows’ o’clock, totally beat up and ready to be back, I found a route to the left of the creek that clearly was the path of least resistance. In the dark I had no real reference but it felt familiar. As I returned to the creek I thought, if there is a large patch of Maiden’s Hair ferns next to a swift rapid, then finally I’d know where we were; and there it was, our first reference point!
We were only an hour away (if this were daytime).
Because of the darkness, even though we were getting closer, finding known reference points was hard. A little later I started sensing we were closer and I told Amanita to stay near and look for a flat spot to the left. At that point there would be a small trail and that would take us to the campground. We never found that trail, but Amanita found another one and since it wasn’t bush whacking or a water crossing, we were taking it! Running on fumes with my head down, I heard the best words of the day, ‘is that a picnic table?’.
We were back!
Within a minutes we were walking on the road, wet and exhausted, but relieved. The walk through the campground would take 15 minutes. I dropped my pack, opened the back, pulled out a Boont, cracked it and handed it to Amanita. We split it while talking about our takes on what became an epic adventure. We guessed what time it was. She estimated 1:45 AM and I said 1:22 (the over-under was 1:34).
We finished the beer just as we got to the car. As I sat on the road two cops drove by on 299 and shined their lights on us. They apparently deemed us harmless (it was true). I asked Amanita the time and she said it was 4:00 AM sharp, which surprised us both. Too tired to change out of my wet clothes I crawled into Amanita’s car, cranked the heat, closed my eyes and thought about what we’d just done. We’d hiked virtually non-stop for 19 1/2 hours, including eight in darkness. We’d literally hiked May into June. I was now cold.
She dropped me off at my car on Horse Mountain, I transferred my gear and headed home following her taillights. As I dropped off the mountain, the pastels of morning started whispering. My drive home was loaded with emotion. I felt I’d potentially placed somebody I care about into harms way; I had accomplished something most folks would never do; Questions were answered that I’d been asking for a decade (they were important to me); and I had just seen places that possibly nobody had been to in years.
Like I said, no matter what happened, I’d set this day up the be memorable, and in a weird way, I was proud of that.
As we hit the coast the sun rose over the same mountains that had just fed our misadventure.
Soaking wet and climbing in crocs! Ion scaling the ridge on the way to Brewster Hut. We were aiming for Mt Brewster the following day if weather was as predicted... After being wet and cold for so long we were waiting for a nice hot cup of coffee or a hot meal in the hut but alas...I forgot the gas bottle!
The best I could do with our freeze dried food was to put cold water in it and keep it with me in the sleeping bag to rehydrate and warm up...would you eat that?! We did. It was lukewarm rehydrated goodness :)
These are one of my favourite edible mushrooms. Fairy Ring Champignon, naturally dried they last for months because of the high concentration of the natural sugar, trehalose. These can be rehydrated and used in cooking. The smell and flavour are quite intense. Other names include Resurrection Mushroom, Scotch Bonnet and Fairy Ring Mushroom.
It's an our apartment foundling. Probably it was dead more or less one week ago before i found it.
Proboscis was broken and i hardly separated mouth to two part after rehydrated it.
Body : Canon40
Lens : mpe65mm
Lightsource : ikea janjsö led lamp*2
f5/6--iso160--3,2sec
140 frame stacked at zerene, used both method while retouching.
A spectacularly colored coprophagous beetle from scrublands in Latin America. The males have a very long horn on the cephalon (male, ca. 24mm long, Sulcophanaeus imperator, Coleoptera, Scarabaeidae, collection specimen, Argentina, 2014).
Studio work; the dry specimen was rehydrated, cleaned, prepared and staged on a piece of rotten wood. Normally these guys crawl over manure or dung, didn't have that at hand ;-)
Focus stack based on 96 images, assembled in Zerene Stacker (Dmap & Pmax). Canon 5D mkii, EF 100mm macro 1:2.8L IS USM, ISO-100, f/3.5, 1/160, diffused flash.
Laundry flutters above the iconic Casa Oriental, a century-old specialty shop in Porto, Portugal’s hilly second city known for its tiled façades, port wine, and Atlantic light. Everyday life spills onto the balconies in this lively, lived-in corner just steps from the city's historic Ribeira district.
In Porto, granite serves where other cities might have used wood—structuring doorways, framing windows, and defining the rhythm of the façade. These buildings, likely dating from the 18th to early 20th centuries, reflect the city’s deep connection to its local geology: granite is abundant, fire-resistant, and conveys a sense of permanence well suited to Porto’s merchant class. The visible stonework is not superficial cladding but part of a load-bearing masonry system, with rubble or brick infill and timber used for interior floors and roofs. Buildings like these were typically mixed-use, with ground-floor shops or workshops and family apartments above. Their robust materials and tightly ordered façades speak to a period of civic confidence shaped by trade, industry, and the enduring legacy of northern Portugal’s stonemasonry tradition.
The elaborate gilded signage on the building at left advertises Pastel de Bacalhau, Portugal’s iconic salt cod fritter. Crisp on the outside and tender within, these savory morsels—made from rehydrated salt cod, mashed potatoes, eggs, and parsley—are a staple of Portuguese home cooking and café fare alike. Long tied to the country’s maritime heritage and Catholic traditions, pastéis de bacalhau are eaten year-round, often as a snack or starter, and hold a special place on holiday tables. Their enduring popularity reflects both the simplicity and richness of Portuguese culinary tradition.
Authentic Portuguese Recipe
Traditional Pastéis de Bacalhau
(Makes about 20 fritters)
Ingredients:
400g (14 oz) salt cod (bacalhau), soaked for 24–48 hours, changing water several times
400g (14 oz) potatoes (starchy variety like Russets), peeled and chopped
1 small onion, finely chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced (optional)
2 tablespoons chopped parsley
2 eggs
Salt and pepper to taste
Oil for deep frying
Instructions:
Soak the salt cod for 1–2 days in cold water, changing the water every 8 hours. Drain and remove any skin and bones.
Boil the potatoes in salted water until soft. Drain and mash until smooth.
In a separate pot, poach the cod in simmering water for about 10 minutes. Drain and shred the fish finely with fingers or forks.
In a bowl, combine the mashed potatoes and cod, mixing well.
Add the onion, garlic (if using), parsley, and season with pepper (use caution with salt—the cod may still be salty).
Stir in the eggs, one at a time, until the mixture holds together but isn’t runny.
Shape the fritters into small ovals using two spoons or your hands.
Heat oil in a deep fryer or heavy pot to 170–180°C (340–360°F). Fry the fritters in batches until golden brown, turning once.
Drain on paper towels and serve warm or at room temperature.
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Two longhorn beetles with a double coat, composed of dense short hairs and spaced long hairs (24-26 mm long, Arctolamia cruciatus, Cerambycidae, collection specimen, Thailand, Chiang Mai, Doisaket, Aug 2006).
Studio work; dried specimens were rehydrated, cleaned, prepared and staged in a greenhouse.
Focus stack based on 170 images, assembled in Zerene Stacker (Dmap & Pmax), not cropped. Canon 5Dmkii, EF 100mm macro 1:2.8L IS USM, ISO-100, f/3.5, -0.3step, 1/80s, diffused daylight led (Lupolux).