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My reliable bougainvilleas which faithfully burst out with beautiful pink bracts every summer decide to take a break this year. Have done nothing different and no clue what's happening. Suggestions welcome.
Reliable sources mentioned today, that Gustaf took an evening off........
He was seen standing at Tranquil Bay watching the view for quite a while, before he started to fish.
Moment at Autumn Trace, Tranquil Bay :
“Animals are reliable, many full of love, true in their affections,
predictable in their actions, grateful and loyal.
standards for people to live up to.” – Alfred A. Montapert
♫ Andrea Bocelli, Ellie Goulding - Return To Love ft. Ellie Goulding♫
[Verse 1: Andrea Bocelli]
Quand'è che spento il cuore?
Che ho smesso di sognare
Un nuovo amore?
Il dubbio dentro me
E ho smesso di sperare
Ma a un tratto, tu
[Pre-Chorus: Andrea Bocelli]
Risvegli nel profondo
Un fuoco che mi accende
[Chorus: Andrea Bocelli & Ellie Goulding, Andrea Bocelli]
I'll return to love and risk it all
Per regalarti un mondo
And I'll return to love and resterò
Per costruire un sogno
One more time
[Verse 2: Ellie Goulding, Andrea Bocelli & Ellie Goulding]
Who cares about the past?
Who knows about tomorrow?
L'amore è adesso
And maybe this won't last
Maybe this moment's all we have
Let's find out
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[Pre-Chorus: Ellie Goulding]
And though I'm still afraid
You're worth a leap of faith
[Chorus: Andrea Bocelli & Ellie Goulding]
I'll return to love and risk it all
To see the world that we make
I'll return to love and take the fall
As if my heart cannot break
One more time
[Bridge: Andrea Bocelli & Ellie Goulding]
Here and now, up against the edge
Promise me you won't look down
Won't fall off the ledge
Take my hand and show me how to love again
[Chorus: Both, Ellie Goulding & Andrea Bocelli]
And I'll return to love and risk it all
Per regalarti un mondo
And I'll return to love and take the fall
Per costruire ancora
One more time
This is a different image to 'Majestic'...
Just tried a tighter crop and a little more contrast...hope you like it.
For those that aren't familiar with London this is the Greenwich foot tunnel. It runs under the Thames and connects Greenwich with the Isle of Dogs, leading onto Canary Wharf a mile or two beyond. At both ends of the foot tunnel is a lift plus a set of stairs. I used to know the exact number of steps to get to street level because when I was still working my folding bicycle and I used to go through this foot tunnel twice a day and more often than not one or both of the lifts would be out of service. Not sure how reliable they are these days but what I can say is when I used it on my recent visit it was working just fine. So this is me up against the wall of the lift shooting back through the glass doors towards the tunnel just as the doors have closed.
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I keep this in the silverware drawer to use almost daily on jars or lids or other such frustrating things. I think this makes me much more gentle than tossing something across the room, don't you?
Back after I ask my significant other what the proper name of this is, if you're interested.
Ah, a pair of duck-billed pliers with which to grip, bend, and twist small things. Small enough for my smallish hand.
A reliable spot to find Whooping Cranes in south Texas, is a farm field that contains a small herd of cattle. The cattle have undoubtably seen thousands of photographers and generally ignore them. But one afternoon, I set up my tripod, with the bazooka on top, right next to the fence and the cattle ambled over to check me out. This calf was so curious and charming, I couldn't resist taking a few shots and sharing one on Flickr.
You can predict exactly when the Robin will have it's main feed. During the morning and afternoon it skirts the periphery of the five feeding area's in our garden, picking off the odd seed or nuts dropped by the other bird, but just as the Witching Hour starts they will appear, one at a time and feed for a couple of minutes facing into the setting sun.
Musician during a performance on the stage of the Crocus Expo exhibition complex in Sokolniki. Moscow. Russia. NAMM Music Messe.
The artist behind the instrument - Laptop Conga - a hybrid, desktop instrument that reproduces warm, woody tones of the Congo and has the added bonus of portability. In fact, it is a small box measuring 76.2 x 292 x 495.3 mm, which comfortably "sits" on the lap of the performer, while the included belt with length adjustment reliably holds it in place. In addition, it can be played standing with the help of the same belt, only fastened to the belt. The acoustic uniqueness lies in the fact that it produces two completely different pitch, just like a pair of Congo does. This is achieved by creating two cameras with a carefully thought-out size, and together with a wooden case, rich sound and excellent projection are obtained.
Not long ago, the Willow Emerald Damselfly had only been reliably recorded in the UK on 2 occasions, in 1979 and 1992. A single individual was then recorded in south-east Suffolk during 2007, followed in 2009 by a sudden boom of 400 records of the species from this same general area. Since this time, the Willow Emerald has spread rapidly across the south-east of England, gaining footholds in new counties on a yearly basis. The natural colonisation and spread of this damselfly in the UK is incredible.
Willow Emerald Damselfly females lay eggs into the bark of trees; these eggs overwinter and then with the coming of spring they hatch and the larva falls into the water below.
This was my first sighting of a Willow Emerald Damselfly, seen clinging for life on a Sallow twig in 40mph gusts of wind in Suffolk. My thanks to Sue Gough, a talented guide for Naturetrek, who told me where to look.
Nach einigen Anfangsschwierigkeiten scheinen die PESA Links im Allgäu nun zuverlässig zu laufen. Am 09. Februar 2023 konnte ich den 633 554 an der Günzquelle auf seiner Fahrt als RE 57415 von Kempten nach Augsburg HBF fotografieren. An dieser Stelle bot eine spärliche Schneedecke den Rahmen für eine winterliche Aufnahme.
After some initial difficulties, the PESA links in the Allgäu region now seem to run reliably. On 09 February 2023, I was able to photograph 633 554 near Günzach on its journey as RE 57415 from Kempten to Augsburg main station. At this point, a sparse snow cover provided the setting for a wintry shot.
According to a reliable source, the previous owners of this home rented out the property as an airbnb. It was completely renovated from top to bottom and sold ready for new owners that would appreciate its beauty....I have featured the outdoor patio area because it serves as some very usable living space. As shown, it makes for a great garden area....and it looks like someone has already started planting some roots...
This home will be available at faMESHed starting the 1st of August but you can preview it now at the HISA mainstore:
HISA - SommerHus
HISA - Foliage
faMESHed: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/FaMESHed/226/144/1001
HISA Mainstore: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Hisa/123/117/22
HISA Flickr: flic.kr/ps/3RR2wW
Various releases by Muniick that can be found at the mainstore:
Muniick Springville Soil Bags
Muniick Vintage Tin Can Fruit Berries
Muniick Vintage Tin Can Peaches
Muniick Vintage Tin Can Tomato Soup
Muniick Lowell's Hay Fork
Muniick Lowell's Shovel
Muniick- Upcycled Wooden Drawer Garden Planter w/ Poppies
Muniick Springville Wood Bucket with Tomatoes
Muniick Springville Garden Toolbox w/ Garden Tools
Muniick- (ADULT) Upcycled Cinder Block Bench
Muniick Mainstore: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Port%20Lux/150/57/3402
Muniick Flickr: flic.kr/ps/2UgnfP
Last but definitely not least:
Titans - The Timeworn Tree
{anc} dandelion fluff
{anc} miniature/H. swan {chocolate}
Apple Fall Row Boat Cream
Apple Fall Basil Sproutlings
.:revival:. beach fence
.:revival:. garden shower
.:revival:. garden table
Skye Epic Rock
JIAN Pekin Duck :: Static Duck
Apple Fall Urne de Terra Cuite
Apple Fall Potting Mix Bags
Apple Fall Stacked Herb Pots - Clay
Apple Fall Heavy Corbel Shelf
Apple Fall Apple Fall Vintage Milk Urn - Galvanized Metal Sink
Apple Fall Stacked Herb Pots - Bleached
West Village Hand Thrown Terracotta Urn
Ayla. DIY Plant Stands - Carrot Plant Stand
Ayla. DIY Plant Stands - Book Plant Stand
dust bunny . recycled pots
Apple Fall Stacked Terracotta Pots
8f8 - primavera in Toscana Clay Pots
8f8 - Granny's Winter Cottage - Sink
..::THOR::.. Cute Plant
..::THOR::.. Italian Clay Pot L
..::THOR::.. Italian Clay Pot Capped
..::THOR::.. Italian Clay Pot S
..::THOR::.. Old Gardener Table
~BAZAR~Berlin-Pots
ChiMia:: Les Landes Work Bench
Dahlia - Aradia - Rose Wall Water Fountain
Nutmeg. Garden Getaway Clutter Exclusive
Nutmeg. Garden Junk Water Pump
12. Nutmeg. Garden Getaway Straw Hat
Nutmeg. French Cafe Watering Can
Nutmeg. Watering Can#1 -3
Wheelbarrow by Austin Liam
[Rezz Room] Chihuahua
Thanks for the continued support! Be safe, be happy....Wishing you all a great week ahead!! 😊
I love these little flowers - so many colours and shapes, and they flower and flower, filling all corners of the garden with colour! This particular version is new, so I don't know quite how reliable it is yet.....
365 #189
Toda persona que desee que su fotografía sea retirada de esta galería, puede solicitarlo a través del correo electrónico nikondosh@yahoo.es.
Anyone who wishes their photo to be withdrawn, may contact me by mailing at nikondosh@yahoo.es.
This is a genuine part of my life. So. Here goes.
Sam was where a lot of things had started. As far back as my memory can go reliably, before it gets fuzzy and mixed in with the dreamlike-haze of early childhood. The earliest manifestation of something I am fortunate to have found in adulthood - that feeling of a missing piece, a part of me that resided in someone else. Someone who saw the world exactly like I did, experienced it exactly like I did, and was my natural companion in all my odd haunts - from the roof deemed too risky for elementary school kids to access, to the narrow passage adjacent to the high school building where the older kids congregated to smoke or occasionally make out, and we sat on the fence above watching them.
My first choice for everything. Solid on the soccer field. Solid when playing cops and robbers or whatever. Solid when drawing a stick figure and confidently deciding a brown line around the head constituted hair. Solid when staring at the arcane world of math or getting excited with me about science. Solid about everything. Just solid.
I don’t think children naturally think along the lines of gender - he was just Sam. And in the way children think, Sam was simply mine. I had dibs. He carried a piece of me around, and I think perhaps I had a piece of him too all for myself. Even if we had other friends, a nice and big group in the way children do, he was my person.
Growing up does interesting things - not all of them good. Peer pressure does too.
At 11-12, the boys are already noticing girls. A girl told me she liked me and asked me what I thought of her - in that heavy-handed way that I seem to never have quite lost decades later, I told her that her eyes remind me of a pool in need of cleaning. She slapped me and walked off.
Sam understood I wasn’t trying to be mean. She asked me what I thought of her, and I was making an observation. I’ve learned to hide it better.
But at 13-4, expectations start to build. If everybody is doing something, you do too - if you don’t, what’s wrong with you? So the next time someone told me a girl liked me, I felt like the expectation was to do something about that. Send her a note, send her a Valentine’s gram, something. So I did.
Next thing I knew, and before I knew what the word even properly meant, I had a girlfriend. In the way 13-14 year olds do. She wanted to spend time together, she wanted to…hang out. Which consisted of sitting “somewhere nice” - not high on a fence, not on the roof, not under the bleachers or overlooking the passage haunted by the older kids. She wanted to spend breaks sitting on a bench under a tree looking pretty.
All I got for my trouble was a pigeon shitting on my favorite sweater. I thought that was a good enough excuse to stop hanging out and go looking for Sam again. He’s had a pigeon shit on his head at school before - he would find this funny. Because it’s Sam - he would get it.
Sam didn’t get it though. He was angry at me. Unjustifiably, almost violently, to where I don’t think I could live long enough to forget that look.
Years later, I knew a few things. Understood a few things.
When my phone rang at 3:30AM almost 20 years later, his coming out wasn’t a surprise. Nor was the negativity surrounding it, to where I was the only viable option all this time later.
I learned jealousy is ugly, and uglier still is the feeling of not being able to even say a word. Because it’s what I had experienced, when I found the adult iteration of that ideal. That feeling, to a kid, is a faceless, nameless monster.
But the ugliest is watching someone I’ve loved and cared for for a lifetime make a massive mistake, because he’s trying to make up for lost time rather than make the best of moving forward. The ugliest is the silence that followed, because I can’t condone it and I can’t lie to him. The ugliest is losing him again.
PS: The year I married my missing piece as an adult was the year Sam came out. We were both 30.
Above open range was miles of timber
Fix them fences you remember
Horse and the saddle
rope and leather
Ridin through the wind and the weather
Smell the sage and see forever
The IC trio stuck on the BLE clears MD North on its southbound trip to North Bessemer. With the arrival of two SD70M-2s and another pair en-route to the BLE, this scene may no longer be repeated daily like it has for several years. For now, the trio can still be seen rather reliably every morning departing Greenville around 0600 heading to Conneaut and back south to Kremis, where a second crew takes the ore to North Bessemer and empties back to Greenville for the night.
This is my favorite formation in the slickrock area near Page, AZ. I've posted a couple of shots of it before.
The erosion patterns are so elaborate and complex. And the color is lovely.
Chevron Gas Station in Ghost Town of Nelson, Nevada
Located in southern end of Nevada, in El Dorado Canyon in Clark County, Nevada.
The area known as Nelson was originally called Eldorado in 1775, by the original discoveries of gold in the area that is now Eldorado Canyon. The town was the site of one of the first major gold strikes in Nevada and one of the biggest mining booms in state history. Gold and silver were discovered here around 1859. The rush to the canyon began in 1861.
The community called Nelson was named for Charles Nelson, a camp leader.
I'm not sure if there are zillions of song sparrows, or there's just one following me around.
In any case, when there aren't a lot of other birds around, I can always count on a nearby song sparrow.
Nisqually NWR
An expensive car is buried in the large snow bank. It spent some time under the thick layer of snow, enjoying the music. The radio antenna is the only part of the car free and, presumably, workable. It's the end of March now. The car will be finally free of snow in a week or so, and the owner will get it to the service station or maybe to the scrap-yard. If there still is the owner. Black and white version. I don't know whether it is an example of surreality, a pattern of urban horror or just a case of I-don't-give-a-hoot?
Aquilegia vulgaris (Akelei) in our garden show up reliably every year. Meyer Görlitz Trioplan 2.8/100 @2.8 with helicoid
Bicycles
Although I don’t ride a bike, well not at least for 40 odd years, there is something satisfying about a bike. It’s solid, reliable (mainly), an art form, it has a place in our society, an environmental champion, a pleasure and a serious competitor.
There aren’t many things in life that fulfil those criteria, there will always be those detractors but for me the bike is a hero.
More postings in this series to follow ………..
Betnava Castle
Schloss Betnava
ENG:
The modern Betnava mansion replaced a medieval court, which was first mentioned in medieval written sources in 1313 as the court of Rudolf, a Maribor citizen and former provincial clerk in Breg near Maribor. The second reliable mention of Betnava can be found in a document from 1363: it is mentioned as Paldrumss hoff – Paltram's manor, i.e. the manor of Rudolf's son Paltram (I). In a document from 1378, Rudolf's grandson Paltram (II) is referred to as von Wintnaw – from Betnava – and this is the first explicit mention of Betnava. Probably at the beginning of the 16th century, but certainly before 1526, the Auerspergs became the owners. In 1555, Volf Engelbert Auersperg sold the estate to his brother-in-law Luka Szekely, and in 1587, the Herbersteins became the owners. In 1677, Janez Jakob Count Khisl bought the castle, but it burned down in 1685. The building was supposedly only restored by the Counts of Brandis, who inherited Betnava along with other associated estates in 1727. Betnava remained in the possession of the Brandis family until 1863, when it became the summer residence of the bishops of Lavant. In 1941, the German occupiers took the manor away from the diocese, and after the war it became state property.
GER:
Das moderne Herrenhaus Betnava ersetzte einen mittelalterlichen Hof, der erstmals 1313 in mittelalterlichen Schriftquellen als Hof von Rudolf, einem Bürger von Maribor und ehemaligen Provinzbeamten in Breg bei Maribor, erwähnt wurde. Die zweite zuverlässige Erwähnung von Betnava findet sich in einem Dokument aus dem Jahr 1363: Es wird als „Paldrumss hoff“ – Paltrams Hof, d. h. der Hof von Rudolfs Sohn Paltram (I) – erwähnt. In einem Dokument aus dem Jahr 1378 wird Rudolfs Enkel Paltram (II.) als „von Wintnaw“ – aus Betnava – bezeichnet, und dies ist die erste explizite Erwähnung von Betnava. Wahrscheinlich zu Beginn des 16. Jahrhunderts, aber sicherlich vor 1526, wurden die Auerspergs zu den Eigentümern. Im Jahr 1555 verkaufte Volf Engelbert Auersperg das Anwesen an seinen Schwager Luka Szekely, und 1587 wurden die Herbersteins zu den Eigentümern. Im Jahr 1677 kaufte Janez Jakob Graf Khisl das Schloss, das jedoch 1685 niederbrannte. Das Gebäude wurde vermutlich erst von den Grafen von Brandis wieder aufgebaut, die Betnava zusammen mit anderen dazugehörigen Gütern 1727 erbten. Betnava blieb bis 1863 im Besitz der Familie Brandis, dann wurde es zur Sommerresidenz der Bischöfe von Lavant. 1941 nahmen die deutschen Besatzer das Gut der Diözese weg, und nach dem Krieg ging es in Staatsbesitz über.
When in doubt, pan it out. And where else but Harris Tower at CP Harrisburg? An old staple of mine for sure, and a quick go to when duty calls.
In this edition, we've got (what else?) the Steelton Local with a slightly different leader - an Operation Livesaver GP59E - rolling through downtown and headed back home to Enola.
FEC SD40-2 #703 is still working hard for the Florida East Coast and is seen here on the point of train #204 as they pass through St. Augustine, FL on a beautiful April morning. The trailing GP40-2 would run out of fuel shortly after passing here leaving #703 alone to pull the massive train the last 30 or so miles to Bowden yard.
As of August 2026, #703 is the only SD40-2 active on the Florida East Coast. All others, aside from #711 and #716 are stored. The #711 and #716, as most probably know, are now in Texas working for the Texas Pacifico for the time being. Hopefully it's not a permanent change! #703 has also been taken off of the 103/204 and 191/290 rotation and is now on the weeknight 335/336 rock trains between Miami and Cocoa.
Connecticut Southern GP38 2038 leads CSO-3 back to Hartford Yard approaching Belden Street in East Hartford. The former southern high hood leads the way after this train served customers on the South Windsor Branch.
Currently the most reliable of GBRf's class 69's, 69003 works a 4Y19 13.30 Tonbridge Yard-Southampton Western Docks past St.Denys on 24/05/22. This was actually the previous days train from Mountfield following the failure of 69001 !
Tennessee. 4/15/2016. This species can reliably be found in areas of briars in an area just west of Cookeville. The white wing bars have hints of yellow which is not unusual for this species. This bright male is living up to it's name better than many, showing a nice blue tone to the wings, and dorsal tail feathers. I find this species much easier to photograph when using a blind.
Extremely reliable! They never sold these in the UK but l wish they did, l see quite a few of them online in England but none over here in Northern lreland till now.
Same owner since 2006.
Robin - Erithacus rubecula
Our ever reliable Little Robin...
Double click image.
The European robin (Erithacus rubecula), known simply as the robin or robin redbreast in the British Isles, is a small insectivorous passerine bird, specifically a chat, that was formerly classified as a member of the thrush family (Turdidae) but is now considered to be an Old World flycatcher.
The robin occurs in Eurasia east to Western Siberia, south to Algeria and on the Atlantic islands as far west as the Azores and Madeira. It is a vagrant in Iceland. In the south-east, it reaches the Caucasus range. Irish and British robins are largely resident but a small minority, usually female, migrate to southern Europe during winter, a few as far as Spain. Scandinavian and Russian robins migrate to Britain and western Europe to escape the harsher winters. These migrants can be recognised by the greyer tone of the upper parts of their bodies and duller orange breast. The European robin prefers spruce woods in northern Europe, contrasting with its preference for parks and gardens in Ireland and Britain.
Attempts to introduce the European robin into Australia and New Zealand in the latter part of the 19th century were unsuccessful. Birds were released around Melbourne, Auckland, Christchurch, Wellington and Dunedin by various local acclimatisation societies, with none becoming established. There was a similar outcome in North America as birds failed to establish after being released in Long Island, New York in 1852, Oregon in 1889–1892, and the Saanich Peninsula in British Columbia in 1908–1910.
The robin is diurnal, although has been reported to be active hunting insects on moonlit nights or near artificial light at night. Well known to British and Irish gardeners, it is relatively unafraid of people and drawn to human activities involving the digging of soil, in order to look out for earthworms and other food freshly turned up. Indeed, the robin is considered to be a gardener's friend and for various folklore reasons the robin would never be harmed. In continental Europe on the other hand, robins were hunted and killed as with most other small birds, and are more wary.
Robins also approach large wild animals, such as wild boar and other animals which disturb the ground, to look for any food that might be brought to the surface. In autumn and winter, robins will supplement their usual diet of terrestrial invertebrates, such as spiders, worms and insects, with berries and fruit. They will also eat seed mixtures placed on bird-tables.
The robin features prominently in British folklore, and that of northwestern France, but much less so in other parts of Europe. It was held to be a storm-cloud bird and sacred to Thor, the god of thunder, in Norse mythology. Robins feature in the traditional children's tale, Babes in the Wood; the birds cover the dead bodies of the children.
More recently, the robin has become strongly associated with Christmas, taking a starring role on many Christmas cards since the mid 19th century. The robin has appeared on many Christmas postage stamps. An old British folk tale seeks to explain the robin's distinctive breast. Legend has it that when Jesus was dying on the cross, the robin, then simply brown in colour, flew to his side and sang into his ear in order to comfort him in his pain. The blood from his wounds stained the robin's breast, and thereafter all robins got the mark of Christ's blood upon them.
An alternative legend has it that its breast was scorched fetching water for souls in Purgatory.
The association with Christmas more probably arises from the fact that postmen in Victorian Britain wore red jackets and were nicknamed Robins, the robin featured on the Christmas card is an emblem of the postman delivering the card.
In the 1960s, in a vote publicised by The Times, the robin was adopted as the unofficial national bird of the UK.
In 2015, the robin was again voted Britain's national bird in a poll organised by birdwatcher David Lindo, taking 34% of the final vote.