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Crested Screamer in portrait.
Olympus E-M1MarkII
OLYMPUS M.14-150mm F4.0-5.6 II
Aperture ƒ/5.6
Focal length 150.0 mm
Shutter 1/80
ISO 400
Captured in the verdant backdrop of Mocagua Comunidad Indígena, Amazonas, Colombia, this striking photograph features the Horned Screamer, Anhima cornuta, in its natural habitat. The bird’s distinct silhouette, marked by its ‘horned’ crest, contrasts beautifully against the lush foliage, characteristic of the Amazonian landscape. This image offers a glimpse into the serene yet vibrant world where this species thrives.
As a bird photographer, I strive to immortalize the spirit of such unique species through my lens. This shot not only showcases the Horned Screamer’s physical attributes but also echoes the tranquility of its surroundings by the Amazon River. It's a visual narrative that intertwines the bird's existence with the ecological tapestry it calls home, aiming to evoke appreciation and a drive for conservation.
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A BNSF freight descends down the grade at Caliente with BNSF motors as they near Caliente about to go through Tunnel 1
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.
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A side Perspective photograph of a flowers leaves on wood. Mirrored
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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A dominant, massive, Roosevelt's bull bugling warnings to all of the many of the satellite bulls in the area. I watched this bull lose his harem one day and several days later regain it, but with fewer points in his antlers, and he could afford to lose a few (lol)!
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.
Avatar by alpha.tribe slurl.com/secondlife/alphatribe/100/88/1 (except for the shape, entirely my fault, too much time on the computer...)
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Model: Nynpha
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A Screaming Piha has the last laugh at the San Diego Zoo. It's the loudest thing in the hummingbird house.
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.
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!
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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