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Autumn shots from Springwater Conservation Area, where it was quiet, and peaceful, Hallowe'en + 1. Hard to believe that on November 1st, I was limping through the forest in shorts, and a t-shirt. Sunshine was weaving its way between the trees, hitting the forest floor here and there. The leaves on the path rustled as I passed through them, and they whispered, "Welcome back. Welcome home."
The Haunted House of moonlit tales…..
In a land where spooks and spirits roam,
Stands a house that calls them home,
Haunted, errie, with tales untold,
A place of mystery, secrets to unfold.
Beneath the moon’s bright, ghostly glow,
Gravestones rest in rows, a curious show,
Pumpkins grow with mischief’s flair,
Their toothy grins, a spooky stare.
Dead trees loom with limbs so bare,
No leaves to rustle, only a chilling air,
Whispers echo through the night,
In this haunted realm, shadows take flight.
But fear not, dear child, if you dare,
Adventure awaits , if you care,
This haunted house, a tale to be spun,
Of courage, wonder and ghoulish fun.
By Sophia Rhiannon Grey
Take care out there!!!!!
On the hot days last week we took very early walks to avoid the heat as much as possible.
I had been watching the sky while we had been walking and thinking I need a foreground , when we came upon a break in the fence we climbed over the gate to shoot this scene, the tractor tracks lead the way to the lone tree and the colourful foliage.
A nice way to start the day then back to the cottage to rustle up some breakfast.
The bamboo leaves rustle, rustle,
shaking away in the eaves.
The stars go twinkle, twinkle;
Gold and silver grains of sand.
rustle, twinkle!
Silence for the photographer is almost impossible in this area, down tree limbs snap underfoot, downed leaves rustle, no matter how you try to avoid it, you can't miss it all. I scared up 4 of these birds, here is the best of the photos.
The Three Sisters form the southern wall of Glencoe. They are Beinn Fhada, Gearr Aonach and Aonach Dubh. These are outliers of Bidean nam Bian (1150m) behind. Coire Gabhail, to the left of the central peak, is the famous hidden valley where the MacDonalds of Glen Coe hid their rustled cattle.
A high resolution panorama stiched from three vertical shots.
Caithlin has come up to the tunnels to see, why Bastian is hiding in there...
Dushara Cathal Caithlin (Somali) & Bastian (mixed breed) , 17.01.2017.
Olympus OMD EM5 Digital Camera
Extremely drought tolerant, the Feathertop grass (Pennisetum villosum) is among the most beautiful and graceful ornamental grasses. It has large, fluffy and bright white flowers whick look like plumes cascading down, and the light green foliage that rustles in the wind.
This plant typically grows in 2 feet tall (60 cm), from mid-summer until fall, spreading narrow green foliage topped with furry white bottlebrush-like flowers on arching stems.
Welcomed in any garden style, it is versatile and can be used in groups or in masse. It's ideal in borders where it provides texture, color and contrast, but can be planted also in containers. Since it can grow in almost pure sand, planting near the beach is a possibility.
As I stepped cautiously into the embrace of the dark forest, the towering trees loomed overhead like ancient sentinels, their gnarled branches intertwining to form a natural cathedral. The air was thick with the earthy scent of damp soil and moss, while a gentle mist rolled in, swirling around my feet and cloaking the surroundings in an ethereal haze. The soft rustle of leaves whispered secrets as I ventured deeper, each footfall accompanied by the subtle echo of calming music that seemed to flow from the shadows, harmonizing with the forest's pulse. Hidden creatures watched me with curious eyes, while the distant howl of wolves punctuated the serene atmosphere, reminding me of the wild mystery that thrived here. In this enchanting realm, nature unfolded its beauty, captivating my senses and inviting me to lose myself in its depths and giving me the inner peace that helped me shut off from the busy world.
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Danbo loves the sound of the leaves crackling, crunching and rustling underfoot as he walks through them.
The wind rustles the grass,
Green straws white ontop,
Trooper with beauty in hand,
Inhaling fragrance of life,
Fragile and frail handled with care,
Left alone to grow so full of life,
This white star of the North.
#lego #flower #stormtrooper
Looking west across the south end of Jordan Pond in Acadia National Park, Maine. This photo was taken early in the morning and only one other couple was here. It was so secluded and peaceful you could only hear the pine trees rustle in the light breeze.
Developed with Darktable 3.6.0
Frozen bamboo.
Another black and white.
I’ve decided I find black and white really quite scary. In abandoning colour you abandon the safe rules of realistic imaging, and you are left with an unwritten book waiting for your creative story to be expressed. But what to say?
My general response is “Eeek. I don’t know! Please, someone, tell me what I should be saying…”
And so it was with this, an unprocessed image from way back: lots of structure but not much colour and the colour distracting where it existed. So into B&W then. But after comes all the choice and decision: what to say?
Fortunately software often has presets these days. I don’t think these are one-step solutions but they do provide a starting vocabulary of what could be said. I usually find a few that are interesting but then I still need to decide what to say and make my own story out of it… And there are so many possible stories that could be developed. I hope you like this one :)
I like bamboo as a plant. The lanceolate spears of verdant green flutter against the contra-coloured thin pillars of the stems. As a gardener, though, you need to be aware of its inclination to invasive thuggery.
But the beauty of bamboo is not in its looks but in its voice. To really appreciate bamboo you need to stand in a bamboo thicket in a stiff breeze. Then the whole plant animates and the animal lurking within emerges.
It sings.
Not just the rattle and clack, not just the rustle and hiss. The whole beast whispers with a soft sibilant susurration like the sighing of souls or the sound of sliding celestial spheres. (Sorry ;) ) Quite unique and exquisite. That, for me, is the real beauty of bamboo…
Thank you for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the image… and even the chatter :)
[Handheld in daylight. Developed in Capture One. Processed in Nik Silver Efex.]
Nature’s Puzzle: Learning to Compose in the Woodlands
After half a century as a photographer, I’ve recently taken my first steps into the world of woodland photography—and it’s proving to be an entirely new challenge. The forest is a place of peace: the soft rustle of leaves, the dappled sunlight through the canopy, the gentle hum of nature. Yet translating that serenity into a photograph feels elusive and complex.
Everywhere I turn, the forest offers an overwhelming abundance of detail—tangled branches, shifting light, and endless textures. Making sense of this natural chaos is like searching for clarity in a world designed without it. I’m learning to slow down, to truly see, and to experiment. Simple elements—a leading line, a burst of color, or a solitary tree—are becoming my guides.
Though the learning curve is steep, it’s deeply rewarding. Each failed shot teaches me something new, and with every small success, the forest begins to reveal its quiet beauty—and I’m growing with it.
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The crisp fall air rustles through the leaves of golden stalks of corn still standing in a field awaiting harvest. An old wooden school sits silently nearby, witness perhaps to over a hundred such crops. The North wind whispers that winter will soon be coming. Seasons come and seasons go. Harvests likewise come and go. The old schoolhouse still stands… silently watching.
Sit amongst the vines and palms where Peacocks call and waves crash on the rocks, as the leaves rustle in the breeze only at Pavlin!
I was stalking butterflies when I heard a red-tailed hawk in the trees nearby, then a rustle as crows readjusted themselves. Then I noticed the vultures.
I was concerned that it might be a hiker, so I decided to check. As I approached, the hawk left first, then the crows. The vultures waited until I was quite close, then they left as well. A deer had gone down.
As I left, I saw the tree that the vultures had moved to, and made a mental note. The following day I returned armed with telephoto rather than macro, and walked to the carcass. Again, the vultures left, and I followed them to the same tree that they had used the previous day.
Flagstaff Mountain, Boulder County Open Space and Mountain Parks. The third Flatiron forms the background.
Where The Trail Ends
At the end of October we hiked into the park at Mono Mills Conservation area. We followed the main trial then took a side trail which led us deeper into the brush for about a kilometer. we would stop now and then taking pictures as we went.
It was a cool but beautiful day; the sun was darting in and out of clouds and the wind was just a gentle breeze that rustled the few leaves that remained in the trees overhead. We weren't paying too much attention to where we were going until suddenly the path ended.
This is the shot of the end of the trail where it ended with no warning. LOL we then had to hike all the way back and find our way to where we parked our car before it got dark.
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♫♫Nature's Serenity - Melodic Bliss♫♫
Nothing can compare with the breath of nature and the melody of the wind. The light rustle of leaves, the soft breeze of the waves, everything breathes Harmony.
The gentle silver light of the moon is playing with shadows in the water, and clouds are floating overhead. The first snowflakes are dancing waltz in the air and the silence is complete peace and tranquility.
It is a perfect unity with everything that surrounds you, pernetrates, fills you with life-giving power and energy. The eternal Beauty of Nature and You are One in the flow of time.
Буря мглою небо кроет,
Вихри снежные крутя;
То, как зверь, она завоет,
То заплачет, как дитя,
То по кровле обветшалой
Вдруг соломой зашумит,
То, как путник запоздалый,
К нам в окошко застучит.
А.С. Пушкин. Зимний вечер (1825)
The storm covers skies in darkness,
Spinning snowy whirlwinds tight,
Now it wails like a beast wildest,
Now it cries like a week child,
Now suddenly it rustles
The old roof’s dry thatching mass,
Now, a traveller, late and gusty,
It knocks at our window’s glass.
Aleksandr Pushkin. Winter Evening (1825)
Leap impala leap
as your belly flutters
at the slightest quiver of dust
Or hair raising rustle
Listen impala, hear
that detuned muscle
that plays in your core.
Till strings give
Springing you up and
Over
Clearing the coil of the road and
Away
Run impala, run
Fear plays in your heart
It's not just his skin that is bare, but even more, his soul.
The garden leans in. The piano hums like a heartbeat.
And though she’s not beside him,
he knows she’s somewhere in the hush -
in the rustle of petals,
in the pause between notes,
in the way the stars seem to shimmer in rhythm.
This isn’t loneliness.
This is presence, stretched across distance.
This is devotion, unbroken by absence.
This is a man playing to the universe,
but meaning every note for only one.
She hears him.
She always does.
Even when the wind carries the melody farther than he can reach,
she’s there -
watching, listening,
smiling in the silence between chords.
We had Jasper rustle us up some Thanksgiving dinner. Freshest turkey we've ever had 😉
The turkey was put in there using generative AI in Adobe Photoshop. Just a little Thanksgiving fun.
Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Americans. Happy Thursday, to the rest.
"It is there
unseen
in the air
in the light of day
in the ebony night.
It twirls
in your fingers.
It lingers
in your heart
thumping it
pushing you
never to lose
the dream
to carry
and keep
the faith..."
A rustle of hope...
~ I Travel East
Bamboo leaves
Summer of 2009
Baton Rouge Zoo
Baker, Louisiana
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Caché derrière des fougères, je guette le moindre son. Enfin les premiers bruissements de feuilles se font entendre. De plus en plus proche, il semble y avoir plusieurs animaux, et de taille si j'en crois les craquements de branches. Toujours rien en vue, mais le vent de face et mon immobilisme autorisent l'approche de ce groupe. Quand soudain, des aboiements ! Resigné je dois me rendre à l'évidence, les chiens ne seront pas mes alliés, je dois trouver une autre planque. Seulement voilà, en rentrant j'ai la bonne idée de rechercher le cri du chevreuil... Vous me voyez arriver, il aboie !
Le manque de connaissances du milieu forestier m'a fait louper cette rencontre. Dommage !
Durant les nombreuses minutes où je suis caché j'ai eu l'occasion d'observer le lever du soleil dans les branchages de mon abri, dont voici un petit souvenir.
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Hidden behind ferns, I hear for the slightest sound. Finally the first rustles of leaves come to my hears. Closer and closer, there seem be several animals, middle sized, according to the crackles of branches. Nothing in sight, but the facing wind and my stillness authorize the approach of this group. When suddenly, barkings! Resigned, I have to face the facts, dogs will not be my allies, I have to find an other hideout. But, back home, I have the good idea to search for the sound of the roe deer... You see me coming, it barks!
The lack of knowledge of the forest environment made me miss this meeting. Sad !
During the long minutes where I stayed hidden, I had the opportunity to observe the sunrise in the boughs of my shelter.
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Nestled in the heart of nature's autumnal palette, this serene pathway invites onlookers into a tranquil stroll amidst the splendor of fall. The path, edged by the fallen leaves that carpet the ground in a mosaic of warm oranges, yellows, and reds, leads to a charming wooden arbor. The arbor, standing as a silent sentinel, marks the entrance to the forest's deeper mysteries. Sunlight filters through the canopy of changing leaves, casting dappled shadows and highlighting the vibrant hues that signal the season's change. Benches along the way offer a peaceful respite for visitors to pause and revel in the quietude and the gentle rustle of the foliage. This scene captures the essence of autumn's fleeting beauty, a picture-perfect moment where time stands still and nature speaks in hushed tones of the year's graceful end.
A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things. -George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
When I took this shot, the one thing that struck me more, was the silence. Aside from the odd bird or rustle in the undergrowth, all was still. A time to reflect and be one with the wood.
A two image stitch of Norway Spruce. I've uploaded a slightly higher res version of this as it is worth looking at the full size image if you have time and lose yourself amongst these wonderful trees.
Hope you enjoy.
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From the poem "The Magic of Sound" by Reginald Holmes
I’ve heard the soft whisper of wind in the pine trees,
The silvery ripple of brooklets at play;
I’ve heard the low voice of a sweet singing mother
As she sang to her child at the end of the day.
I’ve heard the faint rustle of sails in the sunset
And blue waves caressing the wild, rockbound shore;
The whistle of trains as they cross the green prairie
And mountains re-echo the cataract’s roar.
The notes of the organs in ancient cathedrals,
Where hearts of the faithful are lifted in song;
I’ve heard the gay laughter as children were playing,
The chatter and buzz of a large, happy throng.
The earth has its music for those who will listen;
Its bright variations forever abound.
With all of the wonders that God has bequeathed us,
There’s nothing that thrills like the magic of sound.
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Intentional Camera Movement courtesy of the Prague to Vienna train ;-).
The Czech Republic National anthem:
Where is my home, where is my home?
Water bubbles across the meadows,
Pinewoods rustle among crags,
The garden is glorious with spring blossom,
Paradise on earth it is to see.
And this is that beautiful land,
The Czech land, my home.
Where is my home, where is my home?
If, in a heavenly land, you have met
Tender souls in agile frames,
Of clear mind, vigorous and prospering,
And with a strength that frustrates all defiance,
That is the glorious race of the Czechs,
Among Czechs is my home.
There's something truly magical about early autumn, especially when experienced with a mindful walk around the lake. The air is crisp, carrying the gentle scent of changing leaves, and the sunlight has a softer, golden hue.
As I walked, I took a moment to truly see the vibrant transition happening around me. The trees, still largely green, were beginning to show those first hints of gold and russet, reflected beautifully in the calm water. The quiet ripple of the lake, the gentle rustle of leaves underfoot, and the distant calls of birds created a symphony of peace.
A mindful walk isn't just about moving; it's about being present. It's noticing the delicate textures, the interplay of light and shadow, and the incredible beauty that nature offers if we just slow down enough to appreciate it. This morning's stroll was a perfect reminder to breathe, observe, and connect with the serene beauty of the season.
© Jeff R. Clow
Luck is a big factor in my macro photography work...
I was shooting in our backyard when I heard a rustle behind the metal Texas star we have on our wall. I wandered over and saw this gecko peering at me through the "A" of the word "Texas" that is cut into the star.
Thus, this photo that I shot in RAW format with a Nikkor 18-200mm VR lens coupled with a Canon 500D closeup filter.
If you have the time, I'd suggest you view this in the larger size to see the details rendered by the combination of lens and filter:
Morro Peak is a very popular area for birding, hiking, and rock climbing. It is considered a challenging route, with 5.5-km out-and-back trail near Jasper, Alberta.
There is slippery and steep sections, requiring scrambling and sturdy shoes, difficult short but steep hike, steep inclines, technical scrambles, and loose rock near the top. Dry and no snow in September, steep sections with loose scree, need to scramble some sections.
Moved to the edge to take the selfie, a bit nervous due to strong wind on top, afraid being blown away…😜
Hiking on top of Morro peak is a truly magical experience, although it is a physical and mental challenge, but one that is well worth the effort. The trail winds through lush forests, with the sound of birds chirping and the rustle of leaves underfoot. As you ascend higher, the views become more breathtaking, with panoramic vistas of the surrounding mountains and valleys. The air is crisp and invigorating, and the sense of accomplishment as you reach the summit is unmatched.
From the summit, you are surrounded by a 360-degree view of the stunning landscape below. The rugged mountains stretch out in all directions, with valleys and forests blanketing the land. Hiking on top of Morro peak is an experience that will stay with you long after you've descended back to the base, a memory of pure beauty and wonder.