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Amtrak #3 screams through the west siding switch at Levy, New Mexico, passing the semaphores lead by the 51 doing track speed right at 79.9 mph per the Amtrak app. on March 3, 2020.
The Scream
In the garden we like to think and dream.
That silence can be attained and our mind we can clean.
If only we could see what the plants think of this theme.
As we walk across where their homes have been.
Would they invite us in or scream.
...........................
A side Perspective photograph of a flowers leaves on wood. Mirrored
They don't get much prettier and more serene than Moraine Lake in Banff National Park. On this day it was screaming gorgeous, you might say. That's because, and bear with me on this, that snowy area at the base of the mountain just left of center, and reflected in the water, looks a whole lot like the horrified, macabre face in Edvard Munch's "The Scream". I saw it immediately and can't unsee it. Talk about a visual non sequitur! You see it, right, or am I just weird? (Both things can be true.) Anyway, that aside, I liked what the clouds were doing in this scene, and the turquoise water and those stunning mountain peaks really make this a magical place.
My little love was yawwwing during my shooting session but for me it's more like she is screaming and preparing to hit someone like a snake
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Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
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So titled because this tree screamed out at me for this shot, even though I had taken my day shot at 4:00 AM. And then taken another one that might have replaced that one at 11:00 AM. Didn't matter though; when a bit of nature screams as loud as this tree I have no choice but to pay attention.
The crested screamer is the most common of the three living species of Anhimidae, a family that belongs to the order of Anseriformes—although it doesn’t look like it—just like ducks and geese.
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The image was created from two iphone shots, both taken with the hipstamatic app using different lens/film combos. I blended both images together in superimpose. I then edited in snapseed and scratchcam to achieve the final result. The background was taken in London near Piccadilly circus and the foreground was taken in speakers corner, hyde park. I was trying to create an image that spoke of futility and rage against the world and thought these two images worked to that final effect.
So the kids wanted to go on this ride, so Kerri went with them. Kerri was concerned that the kids would be a little scared... well she was the one who ended up screaming the entire time LOL
The owls were loud today, screaming at other snowys close by and a few chases. Incredible to watch, all 20 of them! Unfortunate that we were too far for shots
CSX local L412 screams north out of Bowling Green with a slug set, CW44AH, and an MP15T. They will stop in a few miles to work Bristow Yard.
"I never forget them day or night:
They beat on my head for memory of them;
They pound on my heart and I cry back to them,"
~Carl Sandburg
For those that celebrate, hope you had a Happy Halloween! Took this shot of my wife some time ago, hamming it up with this huge spider and web. Edited for Sliders Sunday. HSS!
Reasonably happy how this shot came out from yesterday's trip out with the K3.
Pentax K-3
Sigma 150-500mm
Aperture ƒ/9.0
Focal length 500.0 mm
Shutter 1/320
ISO 1600
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The southern screamer (Chauna torquata), also known as the crested screamer, belongs to the order Anseriformes. It is found in southeastern Peru, northern Bolivia, Paraguay, southern Brazil, Uruguay and northern Argentina.[2] Its diet consists of plants stems, seeds, leaves, and, rarely, small animals.
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Je viens d'un monde pur, issu d'un seul et même langage universel, un monde qui n'est pas intéressé, dans lequel il n'y a pas de compétition, ni de désir de pouvoir, hormis celui de pouvoir être ce qu'il est.
Un monde où l'amour n'a pas de frontières, où seul l'équilibre conduit à sa splendeur, un monde éperdument pur de générosité et de liberté.
Un monde qui sommeille à l'automne en se nacrant des plus chaudes couleurs d'abandon, celles qui crépitent ardemment dans les cheminées dès que les températures commencent à descendre, envers les premiers froids, lorsqu'ils s'imposent, sous les lueurs roses et bleues des gelures matinales, quand vient l'hiver, et la douceur caressante de sa neige qui permet d'absorber toutes les résonances, quand il étend sa couverture d'argent, et qu'ensuite, quand du sommeil figé et profond jaillit, dès les premiers rayons du printemps, quand il arrive à s'imposer, à faire exploser en de multiples et variables combinaisons possibles, en teintes, couleurs et parfums, dans une conjugaison de giboulées et de bourrasques, dans les couleurs de l'arc en ciel, ce monde qui semble vouloir finir par s'enflammer, s'embrase finalement sous les vents d'été, sous les torpides heures méridionales, quand le solstice atteint son apogée. Et quand l'été décline, alors de ses cendres, il parvient miraculeusement à renaître.
Karro Lean