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Mark your calendars for October Big Day—17 October 2020! Big Days are a 24 hour opportunity to celebrate the birds both near you and around the world.
In addition, this year’s October Big Day 2020 is happening during the first Global Bird Weekend. The goal of Global Bird Weekend is to make October 17-18 the biggest ever birding weekend and support BirdLife International’s appeal to end illegal bird trade. One of Global Bird Weekend’s aims is to have more than 25,000 people submit eBird checklists on 17 October—will you be one of them?
ebird.org/news/october-big-day-2020-bigger-than-ever
In May, I communicated with my friend Sue in Sussex as we counted birds from across the Atlantic! It is so much fun and very helpful to conservation efforts ;D
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Location: WillowWood
thoughts:
sometimes we stumble... or "getting stumbled"? *smile* ... intentionally or unintentionally.
sometimes we want to walk right next to someone... but his/her path leads in a different direction.
nothing we can do about it ... because your path is not his/hers.
so .. after we stumbled, we need to get back on our feet... watching the wounds heal and slowly turning into scars.
after feeling hurt and lost and not knowing where to go ... we're still on our path, just standing still for a minute.
reminding yourself of your worth and strength - these are not lost just because the other doesn't see them.
and then... make your own way.
Sound: cry for me - Roachford
This black and white photo captures the feeling of being on a desolate road, with heavy clouds looming overhead and fields stretching out on either side. An electricity pole stands tall, a solitary reminder of civilisation in this otherwise raw landscape. The photo evokes a sense of isolation and contemplation.
As I look out of my window to a bleak cold and freezing day, I thought a reminder of summer in France and that delightful Air B&B was in order. Not only that I'm snowed in and cannot leave the house.
Reminders of former times and and visions.
The sea encroaches and gradually dismantles former constructions at Happisburgh, Norfolk uk.
You say that you're no good for me
'Cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve
And I swear I hate you when you leave
I like it anyway
My ghost
Where'd you go?
I can't find you in the body sleeping next to me
My ghost
Where'd you go?
What happened to the soul you used to be?
I have a note in a bottle, it is not the best photo ever with subject "Behind Glass" but this is an important message to me under glass, maybe someone else will be smitten with it. "You will Discover New Strength In an Ongoing Battle" The longer the battle the more stronger, no battles and things get weaker.
Budapest.
This photo has been in Explore on November 14, 2022. Highest position = #39. This is my 187th photo in Explore.
Winter is trying to show its qualities, wet heavy snow is converting everything to the heap of ice right now. Yup, I don't envy the people, that have to drive tomorrow morning. So here's a golden reminder, autumn stays a favorite season...
Nuts left over from autumn. A friend and I gathered them from trees in her street but I didn't have a nutcracker for such small nuts and they never got eaten. I thought they were quite pretty though, especially in this shell. I had been looking for a bowl or something for the picture and used the shell instead. Does anyone know what nuts they are?
Meet Sheldon, one of our bathroom’s most distinguished residents. He has spent years perched atop a pristine shelf, basking in the admiration of guests, and the occasional spray of air freshener. Life in our bathroom was orderly and predictable. I was feeling a bit sorry for him realising I spend a lot more time at the beach with his wild relatives than he does, so decided it was time for an excursion.
So one morning, the bathroom door opened not for its usual routine but for adventure. I plucked Sheldon gently from his shelf, wrapped him in a cloth, and whisked him away in my camera bag. Destination: the beach!
I think Sheldon was a bit stunned at first. The gentle hum of the extractor fan and the faint scent of lavender soap were replaced with the roar of the ocean and grains of sand blown about in the sea breeze. I placed him reverently on the damp shoreline and, Sheldon finally met his ancestral home. Waves lapped at his edges, and tiny crabs peeked out curiously (maybe I made that bit up). Sheldon, once a bathroom fixture, now basked in salty splendor, reconnecting with his beach origins. Some of the local roguish shells happened to wander by; Salty Sid, Clamorous Carl, Benny the Barnacle, Tidepool Terry, Saucy Shellie & Crabby Casanova. Their stories had him blushing!
I think the wild proved exhausting though. After a few hours of pondering and a brief but harrowing brush with a seagull (I may have made that bit up too), Sheldon was ready for home. Back on his shelf, he now carries a bit of sand in his crevices — a reminder of his brave journey and a reminder of his wildness origins.
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Early morning sunshine on a damp Autumn morning.The dew drops dripping off the seed heads and the last of the summer's flowers. The ornate garden bench a reminder of relaxing summer days.
Passing through the rugged expanse of the Owyhee Mountains on my way to explore Succor Creek State Natural Area, I came across the weathered skeleton of an old gate -- a silent reminder of the region's enduring ranching heritage. The sun-bleached terrain and dramatic ridges offered a backdrop both imposing and alluring, shaped by ancient forces.
Out here, cattle roam the wild backcountry in small groups, unhurried and mostly indifferent to my truck's approach. Now and then, though, they halt my progress by commandeering the road -- sometimes even lying down on it and regarding me with an expression that seems to say, "This land is ours too," or "What's your hurry?" Encountering them while hiking, I instinctively give them a respectful distance... many people don't realize that cattle can be dangerous.
Amid such stark beauty, it occurs to me that these creatures, so much a part of the landscape, never really pause to notice the breathtaking scenery that surrounds their everyday existence.
To view photos of this year's overlanding journey in chronological order, click www.flickr.com/photos/stevefrazier/albums/72177720328383895
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In a way, these roses speak to me. They are talking about life, beauty, transitoriness, and about our duty not to waste this life we have got. What the prophet says I am not so sure. He has been for years outside in the garden, and nobody listens, it seems. His presence is a reminder nevertheless. Of what?
Remember, that whatever you are searching for in the deepest part of your heart is searching for you too--..
Gåshamna, Hornsund, Spitsbergen, Svalbard
Bones of a Bowhead Whale dating back to an English whaling station of the 18th Century. The Bowhead population around Svalbard collapsed during the 1700s and has never recovered. The bones are now home to arctic vegetation, still providing mosses and flowers with nutrients hundreds of years after those tragic events.
Let these eyes be a lighthouse.
Let these arms be a safe harbor.
Let this heart be a long awaited shore.
Tawny owl (Strix aluco) Had such an amazing experience with these owls, only visited them twice as not to disturb. But its definitely an experience I will never forget! Lighting was very tricky but still pleased with the pics. Hope your all well :)
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