Red squirrel baby photographed at British Wildlife Centre, Lingfield, Surrey

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Risk It All

By Yuna

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Darss, former army firing range

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ʙᴜʏ ᴍᴇ | ʀᴏᴏғᴛᴏᴘ - ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴘᴏsᴇs

Men’s Closet Event

Men’s Closet Gallery

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MAN CAVE Event

Sir co Mainstore

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SENSE Event

OPTMUSRACE Mainstore

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my little oasis of light, watching the incoming snow over Beinn na Caillich

#macromondays #boardgamepieces

When i read the theme for the next Maco Mondays Challenge then instantly Memories of my childhood came up. I don`t know how many Hours my friends an me have spent playing this great Game called RISK ! The Game is well known around the world and gets played since over 60 Years by Generations. Back in 1957 it got created by Albert Lamorisse, a french filmmaker. I still own the Game and we play it from time to time when we celebate game nights. So i took the chance to shoot an image of my DE LUXE Version of the Game for the theme.

Risk is a strategy board game of diplomacy, conflict and conquest for two to six players. The standard version is played on a board depicting a political map of the world, divided into forty-two territories, which are grouped into six continents. Turns rotate among players who control armies of playing pieces with which they attempt to capture territories from other players, with results determined by dice rolls. Players may form and dissolve alliances during the course of the game. The goal of the game is to occupy every territory on the board and, in doing so, eliminate the other players. The game can be lengthy, requiring several hours to multiple days to finish. European versions are structured so that each player has a limited "secret mission" objective that shortens the game.

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Aegina, Greece.

Columbines are hardy flowers that grow in a range of adverse conditions up to an elevation of 9000 ft, therefore they’re symbols of endurance, perseverance and the willingness to take risks.

It’s Aleksey Navalny’s birthday today.

С днём рождения, Алексей. Свободы, здоровья и сил.

(And please, no sandwich jokes… all questionable aspects aside, the man has more guts than pretty much all of his fellow citizens combined.)

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... or two 👀😂🐌

banded garden snail on "Westerland" rose petal

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No snails were harmed in the making of this photo 🐌😉

Olympus E-M1 Mark II + Olympus 60mm F2.8 Macro

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- Living Jewels of Nature: 10, Precious Living Jewels of Nature: 10, Members Choice 12

- Nature's Carousel: 13, Nature's Golden Carousel: 14, Nature's Platinum Carousel 12

- Colors of the Heart 9

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Credits:

Body: Lara from Maitreya

Head: Uma from Catwa

Head Applier: Karin new from Session @ eBENTO

Skin Tone: Tone01 from Session

Shape: Cher new from L'Etre

Lipstick: Yummy Gloss new from Ascendant @ eBENTO

Hair: Lilly new from DOUX @ Equal10

Lingerie: Shena new from Jana & Litttle

Hat: Cossack new from Blow Up @ eBENTO

Footwear: Deborah new from elise @ eBENTO

Bed, Cigarette and Pose: Vonstrabon Bed new from EVH @ eBENTO

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The iconic Chateau Tongariro is located within Whakapapa Village - in the heart of the Tongariro National Park and was constructed in 1929.

Towering above the desert in the middle of New Zealand's north island, breathtaking Mount Ruapehu is an active volcano and highest peak with unimpeded, awe inspiring views reaching all the way to the coast. The remarkable alpine terrain is capped off by its own crater lake, warmed by volcanic activity, steaming at the summit. Mount Ruapehu is enjoyed year round by hikers, skiers, snowboarders, botanists, geologists and nature lovers alike.

As a live volcano, there will always be some risk of both eruptions and lahar flow on Mount Ruapehu. To mitigate that risk for outdoor enthusiasts, precautionary measures including sophisticated early warning systems are in place. The last major eruption was in 1996 and the last lahar was in March 2007.

As I was rummaging through the giftshop in the nearby visitor centre, I happened to open a book with B&W

apocalyptic picture of this hotel with a giant eruption cloud right behind it! How is this place still standing and smiling as it never happened? A little moment that made me realise how resilient the New Zealanders must be!

Eurasian Jay (Garrulus glandarius)

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My latest ANIMAL VIDEO (it's very brief but pretty unusual: a tiny wall lizard attacks two young great tits): www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQqkSsyrm7E

THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO: MY LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY TO BIRD PHOTOGRAPHY

If you've set yourself the challenge of exclusively shooting the wildlife in your own back yard, you might find - as I did - that bird photography is really, really hard.

It's not that reptiles are easy to photograph either, mind - but at least the ones in my garden stay (for the most part) on the ground, and one can learn how to carefully approach them with a camera. They're also clearly egoists, which from a photographer's point of view is is a great character trait: if a lizard detects a human in its vicinity, it's only interested in saving its own skin, and it won't alarm its buddies.

But birds... oh man. Over the years, my feathered friends and I have developed a lovely routine that now defines our peaceful co-existence. As soon as I as much as open a window (let alone the door), I'm instantly greeted by an eruption of panicky fluttering and hysterical shouts from my garden: "SAVE YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND FLY FOR YOUR LIVES: THE HAIRLESS, PINK MONSTER IS COMING!!! (Yes, I speak bird, and I know that this is exactly what they are shouting 😉).

Needless to say, with the exception of the redstart I already showed here, all my efforts to get the kind of detailed shots I usually strive for with my nature photography ended in complete failure and utter disillusionment. I was ready to give up on stalking the winged misanthropes in my garden altogether, but then winter came - and changed everything.

One day this past January I observed my neighbor Signora P - a kind, elderly Italian lady - putting something on the low garden wall in front of my house. At first I thought she was just putting some treat there for her cat Romeo; the young tom patrols that wall constantly (it's his favorite spot in the garden, and during the warmer months he usually lurks in the thick foliage next to it to prey on lizards).

But once I detected a lot of movement on that wall through my window, I understood she had put a little pile of bread crumbs there; she was feeding the birds who soon arrived in flocks. This was certainly well-intended on my neighbor's part, but her noble action came with a catch, and I'm afraid quite literally.

When I took a stroll through my garden the next day I discovered a suspicious amount of feathers on the ground next to the wall. Romeo had apparently switched from his low-calorie summer diet (lizard) to more energy-rich meals consisting of "fowl" (it was winter after all, so from a nutritionist's point of view this made sense).

I would find fresh traces of Romeo's victims (mostly feathers, but also the odd wing) in my garden over the following days; so my first intuition that my neighbor was feeding her cat hadn't been that far off after all, as Romeo was now clearly being "served" fresh birds on a daily basis. And although the hungry visitors seemed to be aware of the danger and became slightly more prudent, they just couldn't resist the tasty snacks Signora P put on that wall - and neither could Romeo.

It was obvious that I had to act, but talking to my neighbor - who is as stubborn as she is kind - would have been futile, I knew that much. I pondered the matter long and hard - until a light bulb went off in my head. The idea was genius. If successful, what I had in mind would not only increase the birds' chances of surviving Romeo's appetite, but also greatly benefit my own photographic endeavors.

I started to enact my master plan the very next day by buying a giant bag of bird feed (consisting mainly of sunflower seeds) from the store. Then I dragged a huge piece of a tree trunk (approx. 120 cm in height) that we normally chop firewood on in the shed out into the garden and emptied almost half of the bag's content on top of it. Signora P's buffet for birds (and cats) was about to get some serious competition 😊.

My reasoning was as follows: not only would the birds be lured away from the fatally low garden wall to a place where they were safe from the cat - there was nothing around that tree trunk that provided cover for a predator, and the birds had a nice 360° view around it at all times - but I was also able to photograph them while hiding in the shed.

However, in order for my plan to work there was one little extra measure I had to take, and it was one that risked lowering my own life expectancy considerably once the owner of the property - my mom - discovered it. You see, our shed is completely windowless, so if I wanted to use it as a blind, I had no choice but to cut a hole into one of its wooden walls... which I promptly did (I figured all's fair in love - and photography 😉).

Granted, I have absolutely zero carpentering skills, and it showed. That hole was an ugly mess: the shed's wall seemed to have had an encounter with Jack Nicholson's ax-wielding lunatic character from the film 'The Shining'. Needless to say, I was incredibly proud of my work (I mean, come on: there now was a hole where before there wasn't a hole, and it was big enough for the lens of my camera to peek through, so it was mission accomplished as far as I was concerned).

Now all I had to do was wait for the birds to discover the tree trunk. In the meantime I started to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable confrontation with my mom and go through possible explanations for that splintering hole in the wall (it was either gonna be a rabid woodpecker attack or an emergency rescue mission with a feeding tube for a little kid that had accidentally locked himself inside the shed - both seemed valid options, though I slightly preferred the locked-in kid due to the involved drama and heroism 😉).

A whole day went by, and not a single bird visited the sunflower seeds. I had expected that it might take a few hours until the first of the ever curious great tits or blue tits would show up, but given how tiny my garden is, an entire day seemed excessive. Then another day came and went: the birds kept flocking to the bread crumbs on the wall, and my tree trunk kept collecting dust. To add injury to insult, a few fresh feathers on the ground were proof that Romeo was still feasting.

It was incredibly frustrating: I provided my winged guests with a much better view - plus a higher chance of surviving the cuisine - than Signora P's place; I risked (almost) certain death at the hands of my own mother (OK, the act of vandalism on the shed I had committed for my own benefit, but still), yet the birds kept ignoring me.

Then, after three days, just before sunset, I spotted a single blue tit on the tree trunk picking away at the sunflower seeds.

When I got up the next morning I immediately realized that the loud noise that accompanies each and every tit activity had shifted from the wall to the shed. At last the dam had broken: there was a flurry of movement around the tree trunk, and I counted at least 5 different species of birds feasting on the sunflower seeds.

From day 4 onward my plan worked beautifully: the birds now indeed mostly ignored Romeo's "snack wall" and kept to the tree trunk. And yes, I was able to play peeping tom from behind the shed's wall and photograph them!! 😊

Thus, dear readers, I finally managed to produce some acceptable bird photos, and I had even saved my feathered friends from a deadly foe in the process. All through winter and spring I took advantage of my new bird hide, and in late May I started mixing some cherries with the sunflower seeds. The idea was to attract a Eurasian jay (Garrulus glandarius), and as you can see, it worked!

It took me almost three weeks and more than a few tricks to capture that clever fella, but given how long I've been rambling here already, that's a story for another day. As for my mom, she still doesn't know about the hole in the wall, so please don't snitch! 😉.

I hope you like the photo and wish you all a wonderful weekend! Many greetings from Switzerland, and as always: let me know what you think in the comments 🙏 😊 ❤!

P.S. if anyone has their own funny tale about the obstacles we photographers are prepared to overcome for a desired photo, please write it in the comments: I love such stories 😊

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The signs alternating messages, "EXTREME BLOWOVER RISK" and "WIND GUSTS 60+ MPH" seemed about right. My GVW was just under 80,000 lbs and I was getting pushed about pretty good. The temperatures had been warm, in the 50's, so the roads were dry, even so many drivers were finding places to park for the evening. I started my day at 3 AM, so even though I'd driven less than 200 miles, the early delivery and then a pick-up at Coors in Golden Colorado had pretty much done in my productivity for the day. Took this shot from the parking lot of the Summit Rest Area about 18 miles East of Laramie, Wyoming. It's the highest elevation on I-80 at over 8,000 feet.

when no one is watching..

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The Milkweed Leaf Beetle lives much of its life eating and reproducing on the Swamp Milkweed plant. Though it can fly, it has little need to, once it is established on a plant. These Beetles slice open veins on the leaves and drink the liquid that pools out. Despite appearances, they aren’t related to ladybugs, and are quite a bit larger and more solid.

One of the things that many creatures feeding on milkweed have in common is the orange and black markings, most famously associated with Monarch butterflies. It is thought that other creatures resident on milkweed have that colouring as a result of natural selection. In effect, the creatures that look like Monarchs (i.e. are orange and black) are thought to share their toxicity to predators. This is called aposematism, and it is a neat thing to find in a swamp!

Like other imitators that flash the colours of danger, however, the Milkweed Leaf Beetle doesn’t actually pose a risk to predators (that is the genius of aposematism). While Monarchs absorb and retain concentrations of cardiac glycosides from the milkweed that pose a risk to predators, these Beetles do not store those chemicals in their bodies.

The winter weather is absolutely brutal as Metra 143 heads outbound with a Union Pacific Northwest Line train, passing under the searchlights at Clybourn Junction, Chicago. Windchills were well below -20 degrees F, and raw, ripping wind was driving powdery snow into every crevice. Risking frostbite and hypothermia like an idiot, I stood outside on the platform for over an hour here to document the (Covid-reduced) "rush" in some of the most intense winter conditions Chicago had seen in a few years.

Risk while framing !!!

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Better on L.

This lion took over the small remaining piece of the feast but he sure risks loosing it as he chases off the vultures

I hold my breath and Mark is ready to catch a video😄 as Dustin stands at the edge of the Lake on a steel groin. He’s focused only on the shot, balanced above the water with that familiar mix of boldness and calm. It’s a moment that captures exactly who he is steady, curious, and always willing to step a little closer to the edge to see the world in his own way.

Risk

more than others think is safe

Care

more than others think is wise

Dream

more than others think is practical

Expect

more than others think is possible

She's all about mystery, adventure, & risk. Her heart was wild and full of magic.

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Tokyo, Japan

We're having a typical summer's day out here: nice in the morning, with a rising risk of thundershowers etc in the afternoon. This is one of our favourite sections of Fish Creek Provincial Park, near Mallard Point. Unexpected, I was able to add two new birds to my 2022 bird count. The Savannah Sparrow was #87. I am currently at 123 different birds...

I was noticing that many of the sparrows were 'posing' like this, gathering food in their beaks, then staying for a while on a shrub. What I think they were doing was looking out for predators, because their next stop would be the nest...

I tossed caution to the wind and boldly approached the skeletons of this T-Rex, prehistoric dog and dino hatching from an egg, along with a terrifying gargoyle. This is serious permanent stuff, not a Halloween display.

My strong recommendation to other photogs in a similar dangerous situation: Don't try this at home, folks!

Fashion isn't about playing it safe...xoxo

Details & Extra Shots💋

BLOL #7591 jumps on former Wabash rails at Risk Junction, the former route of the Banner Blue and Blue Bird from Chicago to Saint Louis.

Marshalsea Road, Southwark

Cette photographie a été réalisée lors des « Abrivado des plages » réunissant, autour du 11 novembre, un millier de chevaux et deux cent gardians sur les plages des Saintes-Maries-De-La-Mer.

L'abrivado était jadis la conduite des taureaux depuis les pâturages jusqu'aux arènes sous la surveillance de gardians.

De nos jours,ce terme désigne une tradition taurine provençale et languedocienne consistant à simuler ces transferts de taureaux en les lâchant dans les rues fermées d’une ville ou d’un village.

Afin de faire ce trajet sans incident, les taureaux étaient encadrés par une dizaine de cavaliers disposés selon une formation en V.

Lors des traversées de villages, il arrivait souvent que les jeunes villageois tentent de faire échapper les bêtes, afin de s’en amuser. Afin de limiter les risques de voir leurs taureaux leur échapper, les gardians leur faisaient donc traverser le village au galop, à la vitesse la plus élevée possible.

De nos jours les abrivado sont organisées spécialement lors des fêtes locales de nombreux villages et villes des Bouches-du-Rhône, du Vaucluse, du Gard, de l’Hérault et des Pyrénées-Orientales.

This photograph was taken during the “Abrivado des plages” which brought together, around November 11, a thousand horses and two hundred guardians on the beaches of Saintes-Maries-De-La-Mer.

The abrivado was once the driving of bulls from pastures to arenas under the supervision of herdsmen.

Nowadays, this term refers to a Provençal and Languedoc bullfighting tradition consisting of simulating these transfers of bulls by releasing them into the closed streets of a town or village.

In order to make this journey without incident, the bulls were supervised by about ten riders arranged in a V formation.

When crossing villages, it often happened that young villagers tried to make the animals escape, in order to have fun with them. In order to limit the risks of seeing their bulls escape, the herdsmen therefore made them cross the village at a gallop, at the highest possible speed.

Nowadays, abrivado are organized especially during local festivals in many villages and towns in Provence and Languedoc in the south of France.

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Here is another photo from the Tops of 2018 folder that I'm just now adding to FB. This is the caption I wrote at the time:

After getting the photos in this post:

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After getting those shots the whole gang of Doug Boudrow, John Kittredge, Tyler Varnum, Vincent Colombo, and whoever else I'm missing moved down to the Ludlow area to shoot the foliage train from Chester coming up the hill. We did the same, but then made the risky decision to chase east a bit cause there was one shot I really wanted with the last Green Mountain painted geep on the rear.

We weren't sure if we could get it and then still double back west before the 263/slurry freight started down hill.

Well, as you can see, we did.

This shot posted a while ago if you missed it: flic.kr/p/2i5muQ4

But if we hadn't and missed the shot of 263 round the curve at Okemo in perfect storm light I think Doug would have lost it!

This is the shot I took the risk for. Green Mountain GP9 804 rides the rear of the 10 AM foliage train heading back east downgrade on the former Rutland mainline to Bellows Falls. The old Rutland bridge over the Black River in the village of Proctorsville just east of Depot St is so cool to frame a train in with its build date cut out in the top of the truss frame.

Cavendish, Vermont

Saturday October 20, 2018

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It's not about the light!

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I decided to take a risk and remove her eyebrows. (amateur editing) It's my first time. I don't like it. But it seems more high fashion. Anyways, she's selling a African inspired beaded top.

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