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The Running Mandarin - This frame was taken from a sequence of shots featuring the beautiful Mandarin Duck being chased off (out of frame) by a Coot....Thanks for looking.
Macro Mondays: Run
Photographed in morning window light, with a container of detergent reflecting its colour onto the water.
We see plenty of wildlife on our adventures. Mostly deer and bunny rabbits but no bear sightings yet even though we purposely go places where we should see them! The summer isn't over yet and the hunt continues! We have so many deer that I think they are taking reproduction lessons from the bunnies!! LOL Have a great day everyone!
Arenal, Costa Rica
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26/52 weeks for dogs
Gaia was having fun running around with her friend Kaya and Harry. She does not do it very often in the last weeks and I was happy she did that day. Maybe it is because I do practice with Harry . She sleeps a lot and is not interested in nothing. But she eats and drinks normally, and when she sees her enemies or cats in the street she is acting normally so maybe just in a bad mood....we already had a blood check and everything was good.
Yellowstone National Park, WY. Our guide was able to get us in front of this wolf, which allowed us to photograph it turning the corner along the road. Thanks for looking and any comments or feedback.
No exercise required.
Union Pacific's LOA32 "Anaheim Local" strolls through Santa Ana Street as it crosses the southern part of Downtown Anaheim as the train heads for it's first customer at International Paper (Their spot cars are the Boxcars on the rear) before heading south for Costa Mesa.
This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in
Oh, Superman, where are you now?
When every thing's gone wrong somehow?
Men of steel, these men of power
I'm losing control by the hour
This is the time, this is the place
So we look for the future
But there's not much love to go around
Tell me why this is the land of confusion
It's always a joy to spend time with the wild mustangs of the Eastern Sierra. I had the pleasure of watching them on two occasions last week - eating, playing, acting out - and running through the mud and water in the meadow.
Sitting on a calm sheltered bay which looks over Plymouth Sound, the twin villages of Cawsand and Kingsand are a pair of 17th Century fishing villages, once renown for their fishing and smuggling activities.
The streets are narrow and twisting, and the diverse geology of the area is reflected in the building materials. A pleasing palette of rust and grey slatestone and rich red sandstone contrasts with the pretty pastel colours of the rendered buildings.
Simple, single storey stone sheds, outhouses and fish cellars recall the importance of the fishing industry which flourished in the 18th century. They were built from red volcanic stone, known as rhyolite, which was probably quarried from the bedrock on the foreshore.
By the start of the twentieth century Cawsand’s sizeable fishing fleet was in serious decline. The once plentiful stocks of pilchards had been reducing since the 1880s, and were completely destroyed by motorized trawlers based in Plymouth. By 1914 there were only 16 boats left in the village. The two communities could no longer rely on the sea to employ a sizeable proportion of its population and many left to look for work elsewhere.