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This location is breathtaking (literally because it is cold) but I'm not sure it makes the most mind blowing photo - i always liked the place but couldn't put my finger on it until now. The way the lake bends around the mountain is what i like about this, an island mountain. There were grizzlies spotted in this area, and unfortunately we didn't get to see a grizzly all trip! But this will still remind me of this morning and the amazing fall colours (that were elsewhere in this area).
the village of Reine perched on the narrow ledges of islets within Reinefjorden off the Norwegian Sea and shaded by the imposing peaks of the Lofoten Wall.
I mean.. how kittyliciously cute.
This little one reminds me of how fun SL can be.
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Just an incredible and creative Artist.
Forgiveness is the smell that lavender
gives out when you tread on it.
(Mark Twain)
PSP**** Prise SurPrise!! - Backlight
Colorful Nature - Pink/Purple Wednesday
Crazy Tuesday - Backlight
(photo by Freya)
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Reminding us of passed times, BR InterCity-liveried 43184 graces the classic Dawlish sea wall leading 43285 and a couple of trailers en-route from Laira to Doncaster as 5E23 on a glorious 24 June, 2023.
Remind me of this commercial. Don't know why.
...ok, ok, maybe it's the life cycle of a tree that I was thinking about and how humans are the same way. We all grow old, we all become broken, and we all eventually die.
sessh, this growing old thing is hard, I think I am going to get me a Harley and grow my hair long.
MOPPIE: Remind me Josie, what were we doing here?
JOSIE: We're busking.
MOPPIE: And why is your hat on the pavement?
JOSIE: Everybody and everybear can throw in some money.
MOPPIE: But I do not know what to do with money.
JOSIE: Don't worry Mop, I'll take care af that.
MOPPIE: You are so nice for me Josie!
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MOPPIE:Wat deden we hier ook al weer Josie?
JOSIE: We zijn straatmuzikanten.
MOPPIE: En waarom ligt je hoed op de stoep?
JOSIE: Iedereen kan er wat geld voor ons ingooien.
MOPPIE: Maar ik weet niet wat ik met geld moet doen.
JOSIE: Maak je geen zorgen Mop, daar zorg ik voor.
MOPPIE: Je bent zo lief voor me Josie!
Looks similar to the b&w one, but it's different.
Don't comment on this because it has pretty light, i never want to upload my golden hour photo anymores.
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Bro and Sis hung out together for a few days. Here they appear a little disheveled as they haven't even had their regurgitated bug breakfast yet...Day #40
This reminded me of 'Oh What a Night' - Clock's Hit of 1996. Not seen a sky like this for sometime. This was the Westerly view from my home in Betws yn Rhos, North Wales at 8.15pm this evening.
Below the horizon the setting sun's rays are being diffused by several clouds creating a laser/searchlight effect making the horizon's silhouette even more distinctive.
By the end of retouching this, I suddenly was reminded of his most amazing images. Although if I I compare this with his images, it suddenly becomes so boring (so please feel free telling me if you like this, before you go looking:p).
Reminds me of a pinwheel I had as a child, hence the name. Hope you all have a blessed day!
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Seeing this Ibis reminded me of the song "Coat of Many Colors" by Dolly Parton... So, I'm Listening to Dolly this morning as I process the image. Have a Great Day !!!
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The White-faced Ibis
The white-faced ibis is a wading bird in the ibis family, Threskiornithidae. This species breeds colonially in marshes, usually nesting in bushes or low trees.
This handsome bird shimmers with purple, green, and bronze plumage. Breeding adults add to this a ruby-red eye surrounded by a sharp white mask, and pink legs.
Flocks of this long-legged bird forage in marshes across large parts of the American West, where wetlands are very scarce and often ephemeral. They probe their long, curving bills into moist soil, searching for earthworms and other invertebrates, typically at the edges of marshes or in wet farm fields.
White-faced Ibises look dark, almost blackish, at a distance. Close up and in good light, breeding adults are glossy maroon with metallic green and bronze tones on the wing. They typically have red eyes with pink legs and facial skin. The face is highlighted by a narrow band of white, absent in Glossy Ibis. Immature and nonbreeding adults are more matte brown, without the white facial outline and with duller legs.
White-faced Ibises are usually seen in flocks, both when nesting in colonies and when foraging. They typically feed by lowering the bill into water, mud, or soil, to feel for prey, or sweep the bill through the water. They can also catch prey by sight, including insects on vegetation.
Found this Ibis while checking for wildlife photo-opportunities at a local park.
(200-600 @ 329 mm, 1/2500 @ f/8, ISO 4000, edited to taste)
Reminds me of the "cookie monster" on Sesame Street...lol....
Explore / Interestingness March 8, 2007. #405
Reminds me of when I was young (and foolish) and roasted myself in the sun after slathering on baby oil. Now I mostly hide from the sun and cherish the cool of the early morning.
The bryony-leaved tree-mallow, now classified under the genus Malva but formerly Lavatera (for an explanation see the text here flic.kr/p/2qBm6LN ), is native to much of Greece, to Cyprus, and to the Asian parts of the Mediterranean basin. The species can be found from sea level up to about 1,000 m or 3,500 ft in disturbed ground like cultivated or fallow land, on sites of recent fires, in olive groves, and on river banks.
The bryony-leaved tree-mallow's common name is due to the fact that, like all tree-mallows, it grows on a trunk like stem and can attain a height of up to 3 meters or about 10 feet, while its leaves, like the otherwise unrelated bryony's, have triangular lobes. Those same leaves, one is clearly visible just below the flower, have reminded others of claws. This impression provides the basis of the specific epithet unguiculata. Unguiculate, from the Latin unguiculus, means claw- or nail-shaped.
A little something to remind us all that summer will be here sooner rather than later.
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What a day for a daydream
What a day for a daydreamin' boy
And I’m lost in a daydream
Dreamin' ‘bout my bundle of joy
And even if time ain’t really on my side
It’s one of those days for takin' a walk outside
I’m blowin’ the day to take a walk in the sun
And fall on my face on somebody's new mowed lawn
I've been havin’ a sweet dream
I been dreamin’ since I woke up today
It’s starrin’ me and my sweet dream
'Cause she's the one that makes me feel this way
And even if time has passing me by a lot
I couldn't care less about the dues you say I got
Tomorrow I'll pay the dues for droppin’ my load
A pie in your face for bein' a sleepy bulltoad
And you can be sure that if you're feelin’ right
A daydream will last along into the night
Tomorrow at breakfast you may pick up your ears
Or you may be daydreamin' for a thousand years
What a day for a daydream
Custom made for a daydreamin' boy
And now I’m lost in a daydream
Dreamin ‘bout my bundle of joy
Songwriters: John Sebastian
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This scene reminds me of a CAA incident I had a few years back. I wonder how much the tow costs in this case and if they split the bill three ways. A hard lesson if you run out of wind and don't have a motor it's basically the same as running out of gas.
I should explain - these three dinghies are part of the SOSA sailing school here in Summerland. I went there for several years before buying my 26 foot Catalina - since sold. I was surprised to see them heading so far up on the northern end of the lake heading toward Kelowna - usually we just cross to the other side and back again. Well apparently their adventure came to an abrupt end when the wind died - no way back without a tow and by the looks of the sail reflections in the water, that wind is not about to return any time soon.
This is a crop of a 24mp picture taken with the Sony A9 at a distance of approx 1km resolution enhanced 2x using Tolaz AI
The approach of a thunderstorm reminds me in a way of the ball drop sequence that plays out on New Year's eve. There's such anticipation for the ball to drop and the clock to strike midnight. However when the moment is realized, the energy largely dissipates into thin air. There's no excitement for 12:01 am. It was all about reaching that point, the stoke of midnight. From a visual perspective, the intensity of the storm peaks in the seconds before it actually hits. I've witnessed this time and again, and the energy and pure adrenaline never seem to leave me. The purest form of storm atmosphere occurs in places like this...outdoors and out in the open. Better to witness the cloud structure from places with a wide vantage point. I arrived here last evening just ahead of a storm with which I had been driving on a parallel course. Pure luck put me here in the minutes before driving rain. I parked the car and ran out to the edge of this meadow. Menacing clouds rolled in from the west, quickly eclipsing the clear sky off to the east. Always an amazing sight to witness this squeeze play. Outflow winds raced out ahead of the rain, creating an eerie chilling effect on a day that had reached well into the 90s. I could feel alternate gusts of cold and warm wind, depending on the wind direction. The same winds created a frenzy of motion before me as the tall grasses and trees swayed. The clouds were spitting with lightning bolts and crackling with thunder. In the distance I began to hear the approaching rain. It arises as a soft hissing sound that gets louder as it draws near. All at once the rain arrives, and the proverbial New Year's eve ball has dropped. The brooding clouds morph into featureless gray cotton. The clarity of vision is occluded by raindrops. The storm will rage on for another twenty minutes. But photographically the show is over. I make my way back to my car. Soaking wet but still filled with the adrenaline of being here.
... That big diesel motor is a playing my song Thank God and Greyhound you're gone... Have always enjoyed that old Roy Clark song. Wonderful recreation of the Heath Springs bus station. Unclear if this was the original station, however very nice right now.
This shot reminds me of a Wizard casting a magic spell. I've been wanting a shot of a Wood Duck flapping its wings for a while. This was one of my last shots during the time spent with these ducks, and I was extremely happy to get it. Even at 1/2000th a second there is still some minor wing blur, which gives you an idea of how fast the ducks flap their wings. Hope you enjoy the wizardry of the male wood duck!
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Since my childhood I always wanted to live in this house, whenever I pass, I imagine myself standing on the terrace overlooking the view. This house is empty and what a mess that no one lives in it !
depuis mon enfance, j'ai toujours rêvé habiter dans cette maison, chaque fois que je passe devant, je m'imagine me tenant sur la terrasse dominant la vue. Cette maison est vide et quel gâchis que personne ne l'habite !