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Sunday morning at Fountain Colliery. Colin, Mike and Jim are having a socially distanced chat, not because of the Black Death of Doom, no, they simply don’t get on. Meanwhile Liz and Margo are waiting for the pub to open.
(Small crop off top).. Not sure what this lovely little flower is.. but it's pretty..
EDIT.. it is 'Gaura lindheimeri'.. thanks to myu-myu for the ID
Wishing you a great week ahead.. Thanks for your visit & comments..
Taken 14/10/10..
Took this photo in Assen earlier this year, quite a spectacular line-up at this year's Supercar Sunday!
Sunday morning shunts can quite often produce interesting results on the 15th May I achieved just that, 60092 is seen here on the Down Goods at Peak Forest waiting to set back into Dove Holes Quarry. My only disappointment with this shot was caused by the idiot who left his hat in the windscreen!
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
~e.e. cummings
Sunday, June 19
5/100
The makings of a perfect day, and how only sleeping for two hours at night can make you hazy and at the same time make you think that everything is infinitely more funny. Singing, singing, singing, taking about life in the meantime, eating brownies and vanilla ice cream and roaming through the jazz section at FNAC (well, country section for me, but they're side by side), laughing my ass off at the idiotic jokes we come up with over and over again, and feeling that sudden sense of contentment, of gratefulness over having met these two girls a year ago and having them be a part of my life. Music, and the way it always changes us, and shapes us, and makes us who we are and how the three of us share that fondness for the marks on the paper.
And then the beach and the sand castles, and going to Senhor de Matosinhos and laughing my ass off again with my mom's friends (and mine!) and just enjoying this day so much that I just didn't want it to be over.
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[Outtake in the comments]
...... today, being the fourth Sunday in Lent, is Mothering Sunday in the UK.
As a child, in Church on Mothering Sunday, we would be given bunches of primroses or violets to give to our Mothers.
Now, here's your history lesson on the origins of this day which are quite different to the origins of the US Mother's Day (although they have now come to celebrate the same thing ... our Mothers!).
The origin of Mothering Sunday can be traced back to the 1600s when in England people traditionally visited their nearest parish church or "Daughter Church" on every Sunday. In the 1600s, many children after the age of ten left their homes for jobs as apprentices or domestic servants. It was considered important that these children be allowed to visit their home and mother church once a year. So, in the middle of Lent the children were given leave by their employers to visit their "Mother Church" or Cathedral of their hometown. These children on their visit to their homes brought along gifts, flowers and special cakes for their mothers. These visits gradually became a time for family reunions and so eventually this holiday, once meant for the return to the Mother Church, was stretched to include all mothers and was named as Mothering Sunday.
A Happy Mothering Sunday to Mothers everywhere!
Everything .... basket, bow and flowers made of sugar(gum)paste.
(This is to be used as a topper on an 80th birthday cake this week)
Made Explore 02.03.2008
When I woke up Sunday morning at the Open and stepped outside and felt the wind and rain in my face, I knew I had an excellent chance to win if I just took my time and trusted myself.
~Tom Kite (American professional golfer)
Easter Sunday at Our Lady Help of Christians Church in Frankenstein Missouri by Notley Hawkins. Taken with a Sony ILCE-7RM3 camera with a Canon TS-E24mm f/3.5L II lens at ƒ/8.0 with a 1/500 second exposure at ISO 200. Processed with Adobe Lightroom CC.
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“Never waste any amount of time doing anything important when there is a sunset outside that you should be sitting under!”
― C. JoyBell
A lovey bouquet of white roses to brighten up this dull day!
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In many Christian churches, Palm Sunday is marked by the distribution of palm leaves (often tied into crosses) to the assembled worshippers. The difficulty of procuring palms for that day's ceremonies in unfavorable climates for palms led to the substitution of boughs of box, yew, willow, olive, or other native trees. [Wikipedia]
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Sunday dawned a little sad at our place. My shooting buddy has to leave today. It looked like there was going to be some decent flat light and it wasn't raining or blowing. I suggested that we go one last gasp moosin. Got his suitcase wrapped and tethered in a tarp. Just in case. And off we go. As we neared Anchorage the clouds became very low and a drizzle started. Headed to where we had found a nice bull earlier in the week. Dry Hole. So on we went. A few minutes later I see a cow and calf. Frank ya want to shoot them. After the day without moose Friday you know what his answer was. So after them we go. For some reason the cow was very spooky. She and the calf moved off pretty rapidly. I headed off to the right 50-60 yards and spotted them again. They were very not shootable in the brush. They both were very intent on something out ahead of them. I headed that direction and found nothing. Back the other direction to a trail that would me on the other side of them with some possibility of shooting. By the time I made that trip the cow had decided to lay down. The calf was still up so I burned some pixels on it. Started heading back to the truck and out of the corner of my eye I see the tip of a bulls horn sticking above the grass about 50 yards away. You have to remember that I was a rifle hunter until a few years ago. Hunters are taught to look for parts of animals, not whole critters. Frank was heading toward me on the trail I had walked in on. I don't think I should say what I said to Frank. But It went something like this. %$#^&%$# I could only see the top of one horn so I suspected it was the half rack bull from earlier in the week. We eased our way toward him and OMG its a great bull with both sides. Much bigger than anything we photoed this last week +. Went left then right and we couldn't get in a spot to shoot the whole bull. I tell Frank I think he is laying at the edge of another trail. So we ease around to the right and sure enough he is laying alongside a trail. We can now easily shoot him. The only real problems now are we have to shoot ISO 1000 an a bunch of -EV. I have shot more creative ISO's and EV's in the last week than I ever have before. The other problem was that he wanted to sleep and his eyes were closed most of the time and it began to rain. Don't fret we were shooting a lot. After a few minutes a woman was coming up the trail on a mountain bike with 2 loose dogs. I waved her down and showed her a route around the bull. I had move 30-40 yards back to show her the way and one of her dogs went towards the bull. The lady was able to hail her pup back. About that time I hear Frank say "Bull Up". The lady beats a hasty retreat the way I had shown her. Ok back to business. I can hear franks camera doing the machine gun thing. I get back and now it sounds like 2 machine guns. He wanders around a bit browsing and takes a dump. Yes I took pix. LOL Eventually he feeds back into some horribly thick alders. Now we need to try and get above him if we are to shoot. Off the right no way up through the alders. So I head back to the left looking for a route. Ops what the heck there is another even bigger bull laying in that alder patch. I point him out to frank. Its so thick and dark shooting is nearly impossible. As the first bull continued to feed he was getting very close to the other bull. As the first bull got within a few feet of the second the second bull started making sounds I had ever only heard from cows. Very Strange. Finally the second bull stood up and he was very gimpy. Very Hurt. Things settle down and he laid back down as did the other bull. They are only 15 feet or so apart. Try as we may we couldnt prod into the alders and get anything decent. As I was searching around I realize that there is one heck of a bunch of freshly brush and big limbs scattered around with lots of slipping type track. I surmised that these two bulls had heck of a battle not long before we arrived. They just aren't shootable so we decide to see if we can find any other shooters. We cast around here and there for an hour or so with nothing to show for it. I was drawn back to the bulls like black sand to a magnet. When we returned nothing had changed. The cow and calf were laying down and the bulls were still down way in the alders. We shot a bit but Im sure its crap. But we spent another hour at it. It got to be time to get my buddy to the airport so off we went. I bid him goodbye and confirmed we would next shoot in Texas in April.
Thus ends 9 days of moose photography with some other things thrown in for good measure.
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