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The light station at Prospect Harbor was authorized by Congress in 1847 and went into operation in 1850. At that time Prospect Harbor was home to a significant fishing fleet. The light was deactivated in 1859, after the United States Lighthouse Board claimed it was not needed because the harbor was not used as a shelter during storms. It was reactivated in 1870. In 1891 the station was rebuilt; the present tower and keeper's house date to this period. The brick oil house was added in 1905. The light was automated in 1934, but keepers remained on site until 1951, when its Fresnel lens was removed and replaced by modern optics. The station last underwent major restorative work in the early 2000s; it remains an active aid to navigation. It was listed on the National Register of Historic Places as Prospect Harbor Light Station in 1988. (Wikipedia)
The two-story building called Gull Cottage sits on the grounds of the U.S. Naval Satellite Operations Center on Lighthouse Point on Prospect Harbor's eastern shore. The building is used for any retired or current military staff that want to use it as a rental. The fire happened in June 2022.
The western end of the wonderful Vondelpark in Amsterdam is not as busy with visitors as other parts. Just the kind of place to catch one's breath after being with someone with little breath to spare...
And the Sun came out! Lots of insects suddenly. Among them this golden Myathropa florea, Batman or Deathhead Hoverfly. The 'Batman' and 'Deathhead' refer to the markings on Hoverfly's thorax which are thought to resemble them. In the photo she's visiting a Water Mint - Mentha aquatica - flower. Most of the ponds and ditches, rivulets and small lakes of the Vondelpark are on watersedge surrounded by this fresh-smelling herb, restorative after the city's fumes.
Happy Christmas to all my Flickr friends and followers. Another year has gone by with some wonderful photographs by you all. Photographs to inspire, educate and admire! I enjoy Flickr so much for the supportive comments for each other. (I’ve never seen an unkind comment so unlike other social media sites) and there are no adverts!
Have a peaceful, restorative Christmas and stay happy and healthy!
An observation on a forest walk in our autumn. After this I did leave but didn't eat anything till I had my restorative brownie and flat white at our home.
Edit: sorry, panda joke removed. Too soon.
Early one morning, on the Ottawa River before freeze-up, a pair of Hooded Mergansers drift westward against the current. Perhaps because of hunting (the kind of hunting where shooting birds seems more important than eating them, because Mergansers are not prized eating ducks) they are incredibly skittish. I was lying behind a fallen tree on the shore, and although the male sensed something, he remained calm, and they drifted along, their purpose a mystery.
This species, whose scientific name means ‘crested diver’, is the only Merganser species found naturally in North America only (aside from some wandering birds showing up in the UK from time to time.
And as always la province de Québec remains to the north of us, across the River.
I just spent two weeks trapped in a hotel in Calgary trying to prevent and then trying to end a significant work stoppage in Canada, and nothing seems more restorative than the possibility of getting out into a gradually melting forest. Or lying alongside the River.
Called the cuckoo flower because its arrival often coincides with the Cuckoo Birds’, and sure enough right on schedule they've both arrived simultaneously.
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Following the passing of a tumultuous, late afternoon, late winter rainstorm, the breaking sun illuminates the sky over Tietan Park in Walla Walla, Washington with a companionship of color and light...a double rainbow. A restorative gift from Nature and the Verse (Universe).
A multiple-exposure photo of a mural combining three images with some restorative cloning. The lower portion of the front leg in the original mural was faded and damaged, so I used various elements of the image to restore the leg with a creative twist.
The addition of an oil paint filter helped to enhance the texture of the wall surface, as the original surface was quite bumpy and unappealing.
A tree in the foreground created the mottled shadows on the wall which merged well with the painted shadows of the mural itself. The filtered light, along with the micro-contrasting of the lens, also created an HDR feel to the photo.
Yesterday we found a beautiful series of oaks lit up by the autumn sun near old mine workings and the River Ystwyth. nr Pont-rhyd-y-groes in Ceredigion, Wales
Three "Sorbet" tulips in morning light, which lasted only 15 minutes. Happy Flower Friday!
Hope you have a lovely and restorative weekend. Stay safe and think positive!
Thanks for stopping by and for all of your kind comments, awards and faves -- I appreciate them all.
© Melissa Post 2020
In Explore 24 April 2020
We returned last night from attending a wake for my husband's best friend who he had known since 4th grade to find that additional forest closures had been mandated related to the Pack Creek Fire to some of the areas where my husband and I recreate on a regular basis, in particular, Medicine Lake.
My husband is a Vietnam Veteran. Physical activity is his therapy. The back side of the La Sals provide a restorative environment where he can run, ski, bike, and hike. He clears deadfall and debris from running and bicycle trails in the spring and has bagged every peak in the range.
We live on the saddle of South Mountain and cut down dead aspen in the fall for firewood. We were married in the La Sals. The La Sal mountains are our life. The mountains are our medicine.
A tranquil end point on my Sunday morning bike ride. The tranquil beauty found on this spot of the Black River is restorative.
South Windsor Meadows, South Windsor, Connecticut
I was looking for a flight shot opportunity of one of these birds. Unfortunately, the dense foilage makes a clean shot difficult. Also, the very tip of the beak was outside the frame. (I performed restorative surgery ; )
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The true understanding of dynamic balance lies not in viewing sand and water as separate but as a dynamic, single system where the whole is greater than its parts.
Just as the yin-yang symbol has a dot of the opposite color in each half, the sea is full of countless grains of sand suspended within it, and the beach holds pockets of moisture and marine life. This highlights that everything contains the essence of its opposite and has the potential to become its opposite. When in balance, the interplay between the sand and the sea creates the peaceful, restorative environment of the beach that soothes the soul.
In essence, the sand and the sea illustrate the fundamental principle of yin and yang: that seemingly opposite forces are interconnected, complementary, and necessary for a harmonious, dynamic universe
A summer evening with the last rays reaching the river bank. A tranquil and restorative time to be taking in this scene. I tried to soften the scene with a pseudo "Orton effect" treatment.
Finally... snow. Spent the afternoon just wandering around in a local preserve with my camera. Very restorative.
The sounds of flowing or falling water creates such a peaceful atmosphere of tranquility and calmness. Time spent in places like Alaska's Virgin Creek Falls is enchanting and so restorative.
A wide angle shot of this lovely falls in comments.
Our home remodeling project is moving along well, but slowly. Arduous task. House in disarray. Busy times. Regrettably haven't had time for flickr, but hope to from now on. I've missed the beauty and friendly camaraderie. Looking forward to getting back into the daily rhythm and enjoying your images again.
Hope your weekend is wonderful!
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Les sanatoriums ont été massivement construits au début du XXe siècle dans des régions isolées de la pollution, en montagne, sur des plateaux ensoleillés pour bénéficier du grand air et des vertus désinfectantes et reconstituantes du soleil.
Sanatoriums were massively built at the beginning of the 20th century in regions isolated from pollution, in the mountains, on sunny plateaus to benefit from the great outdoors and the disinfecting and restorative properties of the sun.
Just outside Llanerchaeron's walled garden (NT).
Many thanks for faves, and comments, they're much appreciated!
Xena enjoys doing restorative yoga in sunbeams especially when they are starting to get more plentiful
Quite a lot of you seem to have been having a lovely time recently. My Flickr feed has been filled with purple landscapes in all their finery. The heather has been blooming from one end of the land to the other. Apart from here. I’ve been waiting quietly, but all I’ve seen over the last few weeks has been a lot of brown patches. Maybe I blinked. I had a location in mind too, a little known one that Lee and I stumbled across a couple of years ago one mid September evening. All around the small patch of heathland were signs of what we’d missed. “This would look great in August,” we agreed. Last year I didn’t quite get round to making the return, all too wrapped up in the forthcoming Iceland escapade as I was, so this summer was going to be the time to visit the location once more. Except the heather doesn’t seem to have really happened - at least nowhere that I’ve been recently it hasn’t. It seems that the rest of you in other parts of the country haven’t been in a sharing mood. Well, you’ve shown me your pictures, but you haven’t sent any of the blooming heather down to Cornwall. Somebody told me it had looked pretty good down west in the middle of August, but when I went that way I saw little evidence.
This, taken at the start of June, was as good as things got for this photographer. Wheal Coates is normally a summer banker for a colourful display of purples on the clifftops around the engine houses, and Mother Nature is always on hand to add a healthy scattering of complimentary yellows in the low lying gorse. One Thursday evening after a tiring couple of days in the company of my baby grandson, and at a time when I was seriously considering a restorative gin and tonic in front of the television, I made the mistake of peering through the window. The sky was looking good on this calm and inviting evening, so despite the juniper driven lure, I sighed and dragged my weary carcass towards the car, stuffing the camera and the wide angle lens into the bag as I went. Twenty minutes later I was sitting uncomfortably on a small patch of earth, squeezed in between what blooms there were, and trying to find a suitable foreground to match the colouring sky as the sun sank towards the edge of the world across a listless pale blue ocean.
The gin might have been postponed for the moment, but I was glad to be here enjoying the peace. So often it’s a raw and brutal environment, but today there was hardly a breath on the air, and the ocean barely murmured in response to the unmistakable cries of the pair of choughs that live in the chimney of Towanroath's old engine house. Apart from the very occasional dog walker, and another lone tog who was perched further along the cliffs, there was nobody around. Well except for the man who’d pitched his tent beside the engine house - I’d have to clone him and his belongings out later. And if I could fill the foreground with purple, I might not even need to do that.
Getting the shot in focus was going to be a bit of a nuisance, with the absence of an articulating screen and a lens that refuses to focus automatically - in fact even when it does think it’s found focus by itself, it generally hasn’t. I recently enquired about getting it fixed, but it’s such an old model that the required part is no longer readily available. With the camera as low to the ground as the dinky tripod would allow, I had to lie across a particularly prickly layer of gorse to see the screen clearly enough to focus manually. And then again, and then a third time. Focus stacking is so much fun when you can’t flip out the screen and see what the camera can see from a comfortable angle - said nobody ever at all.
After half an hour of being repeatedly stabbed by stray vegetation, the light had begun to fail, and it was time to go home and open that bottle of gin. I hadn’t really got what I was looking for, but this was early June, and it was just a test run for what would come later in the season. I returned two or three times over the coming weeks, but as so often seems to happen, the first visit turned out to be the only one with passable results. At least it’s colourful. I’ll hope for a better show next year. And maybe a solution to the challenges of taking wide angle exposures at ground level too. These knees aren’t getting any younger you know.
There is no Spring in Michigan. Instead, there is less of winter and almost summer.
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An image originally uploaded 11 years ago, and which has been through some serious restorative efforts in the digital darkroom to remove the very obvious grain, black spots, and generally give it a bit more oomph. The result probably won't please everyone, but personally I think it does justice to what is an iconic locomotive class.
The original commentary below might put things in perspective a bit better - the upload from 11 years ago has been deleted.
Original Commentary
Not one I'd normally bother to upload but this is the only shot I've found so far of 55007 'Pinza' and handily completes the new Deltic album 'The Iconic 22' which captures the whole class in number order. The locomotive is seen here powering north through Finsbury Park working the 11.25 London Kings Cross - Harrogate (1L13) on a dismal winter day in early 1978.
The shot started life as a vertical image but got cropped to give a more pleasing composition. Taken on 50asa film it would have been snapped at pretty well full aperture so, even after a restorative spell in PS, it's still a bit rough in parts.
Thanks as always to the excellent napier-chronicles.co.uk for train info.
Title inspired by living through the 60s. Folk of a certain age will know what I mean.
Agfa CT18
18th February 1978
"He restores my soul..."
Chose to use a bit of impressionism / texture magic from Topaz Studio to give this waterfall a little extra treatment. Falls Creek along the Mayo River
Cathja
The Cathja is a fully converted and fully mobile 38 metre Dutch Barge. Situated on an idyllic Thames mooring in Old Isleworth, the barge provides space for people who have experienced mental health problems to explore their creativity in a safe and supported environment.
Users determine their own frequency and duration of their involvement. There is no expectation to 'produce' so objects created are not judged, analysed or sold. The creation of objects, whether utilitarian or 'artistic', is an inherently healing and restorative process.
The Cathja service has achieved outstanding results in enabling people to grow away from the dependent, patient role.
The Cathja barge history:
The Cathja is a 38 metre Dutch Barge. She was probably built in the 1930s and her working life would have been on the canals and rivers of Europe. She is not a sea going vessel although many of the inland seas in Holland are such that she had to be able to negotiate rougher conditions than the barges that traded on English canals.
Cathja would have been operated as a family business with a husband and wife team, possibly with their children, leading a somewhat itinerant life. It is likely that the name Cathja is derived from a combination of the names of the skipper and his wife. Living accommodation was minimal and restricted to the back cabin so that the maximum area was given over to the hold for carrying cargo. The sorts of cargo carried would have included grain, fertiliser, coffee beans etc.
The back cabin remains with many original features and currently provides the office space for the charity. The wheel house is a more recent addition and is the 'tea room' for the activity. As the barge is fully mobile, the tea room also accommodates the ship's wheel and all the instrumentation. The wheelhouse is collapsible in order to negotiate the low bridges that are often found on the smaller waterways.
After being 'decommissioned' the Cathja had several short term owners, including a British gentleman who intended to convert her for use as a floating restaurant. This last project foundered as Cathja was damaged by rough seas in the Channel and was rescued and brought to a mooring on the Thames where she lay largely uncared for. She was purchased in an almost derelict state by the charity in 1996.
A mooring was found for her in Isleworth, being the historic wharf where coastal trade took place. The original crane used for unloading still stands as a monument to this phase of the area's history
* All Saints' Church is the oldest parish church in Isleworth in the London Borough of Hounslow in south-west London.
Its 14th-century Kentish ragstone tower and foundations are the only pre–20th-century parts to survive.[1] It faces the Thames before Church Street skirts away from the river to pass Syon Park. The parish itself is pre-Norman. A vicar replacing its rector is recorded in 1290 in records associated with Syon Abbey who gave his family £2 and a new robe each year and daily meat and drink at the upper table in the abbey hall, while his servant was to be fed at the grooms' table. The patron of the church became the trustees of St George's Chapel, Windsor, due to the dissolution of the monasteries.[2] By the end of the 17th century, Sir Christopher Wren was approached to draw plans for a new body of a much-dilapidated building. His project was deemed too expensive until 1705, when Sir Orlando Gee (MP), of Syon Hill in the parish, left £500 towards the work in his will; he is commemorated in a marble monument by Francis Bird.[3] This sum, combined with funds raised through subscriptions, ensured that the work took place (with modifications) in 1705–1706.
I can see I am going to have to up my mailbox game! This was found in Virginia last Sunday. We were riding the little one around some back roads while she enjoyed a restorative nap when we spotted this. Currently my mailbox is about the color of this roosters tail with big and little bubbles painted on it. Before that it was bright red, like the wing on this guy with Thumper the bunny rabbit painted on it.... a different pose for each side. What next?? LOL I'll post a photo if I ever get around to putting a plan into action! Have a great and wonderful day everyone!