View allAll Photos Tagged Screams
Fortunately I was here for practice and qualifying so I got to see this car before an unfortunate early retirement in the race. Sounds different than I last recall, largely due to the side exhausts. Still the best sounding car on the track.
WeatherTech Racing
Porsche 911 RSR - 19
2021 - IMSA Weathertech Sportscar Championship
Sahlen's Six Hours of the Glen
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.
A quad of GE's scream west through chasing the setting sun for Chicago and about to knock down the westbound signal.
-----------------------------------------
Picture taken with NIKON D50.
Lightroom 3.6
© Vratislav Indra All Rights Reserved
Clipped wings, I was a broken thing
Had a voice, had a voice but I could not sing
You would wind me down
I struggled on the ground
So lost, the line had been crossed
Had a voice, had a voice but I could not talk
You held me down
I struggle to fly now
But there's a scream inside that we all try to hide
We hold on so tight, we cannot deny
Eats us alive, oh it eats us alive
Yes, there's a scream inside that we all try to hide
We hold on so tight, but I don't wanna die, no
I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die
And I don't care if I sing off key
I find myself in my melodies
I sing for love, I sing for me
I shout it out like a bird set free
No I don't care if I sing off key
I find myself in my melodies
I sing for love, I sing for me
I'll shout it out like a bird set free
I'll shout it out like a bird set free
I'll shout it out like a bird set free
Now I fly, hit the high notes
I have a voice, have a voice, hear me roar tonight
You held me down
But I fought back loud
A Screaming Piha has the last laugh at the San Diego Zoo. It's the loudest thing in the hummingbird house.
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.
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!
Caught this Bald Eagle while on Kodiak, AK. Haliaeetus leucocephalus. Nest was nearby we figured out with a little help from the Eagle.
My Website | Facebook | Instagram | 500px | Getty Images
Click here to view all my photographs in a single page!
Follow me on Instagram to see my Personal Best works!
Welcome to my Flickr space & thank you for visiting,
hope you enjoy my images.
Don't use this image on any media without my permission.
You can contact me on my website at:
Many thanks to everyone who takes the time to look,
like and comment on my pictures.
Thanks for > 9 000 000 views.
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.
@ Art Screamer
The beautiful work of Claudia222 Jewell
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
"Like many landmarks in Whitby this passage has become linked to Dracula. The ‘Screaming Tunnel’ is said to
be the Count’s hideout, where his victims scream as they meet their fate. In truth it has a different kind of dark
history. Looking at the ‘Screaming Tunnel’ does it remind you of anything?
Though fishing was important in Whitby for centuries, poor roads over the surrounding North York Moors meant
catches could only be traded short distances. Few Whitby goods passed York, 46 miles away. But in the 1830s a
young entrepreneur identified a solution for expanding Whitby’s trade – the railway.
George Hudson built many of Yorkshire’s early railways and he completed a line and station in Whitby in 1839.
Hudson’s railway helped to transform the town. Trains improved Whitby’s trade links and encouraged new visitors.
People from across North Yorkshire, East Riding and beyond now chose Whitby as a holiday destination.
Hudson quickly saw Whitby’s potential as a seaside resort. He began building hotels and houses on the cliff top,
including Bram Stoker’s haunt the Royal Crescent. To speed up the job, Hudson built a small railway to carry
building materials up the cliff. The line (now a road) is still called The Khyber Pass, after a railway in India. The
‘Screaming Tunnel’ was part of it, which is why it looks like a mini railway tunnel.
By the 1860s, Hudson controlled railway companies across Britain. But “the Railway King” had a secret. Irregularities
were found in Hudson’s accounts and in 1865 he was jailed for corruption. In Whitby the Royal Crescent was left
half built while the ‘Screaming Tunnel’ became a shortcut to reach the harbour. [...]" (
Fish, fangs and fossils - Discover Yorkshire Coast
Another promo image for musician Craig "Screamer" Powell.
Large octa camera right at about 45º. Collapsed umbrella camera left and behind for rim.
Cover image for my Scream animation.
THANK YOU ALL MY KIND FLICKR FRIENDS.
YOUR FAVS, COMMENTS AND INVITATIONS ARE VERY MOTIVATING AND APPRECIATED.
This grackle appeared to be screaming when photographed in rural Osceola County near Kenansville, Florida.
Prints, and many other items, are available with this image on my website at tom-claud.pixels.com. Click on the link thanks for visiting!
Like and follow me on Facebook at www.facebook.com/thomasclaudphotography and on Instagram at www.instagram.com/thomasclaudphotography.
My photos are copyright protected with all rights reserved.
Scream southbound behind the 229, NS 295 sports the NS 4004 on point. 4004 one of the new AC44C6Ms that was rebuilt from C40-9 #8866 and wears the blue striped black mane paint.
If you go down to the woods today... you're in for a big surprise!
It seems like everyone is doing these blurry-forest shots these days... where you set a slow shutter speed and then pan the camera vertically while the shutter is open. The results are very much hit and miss... the secret is finding the right balance between the panning and shutter speeds... and moving the camera smoothly and perfectly vertically. You also need to find a forest scene with lots of contrast... side-lighting is ideal... but not essential.
Ever since I first read about this technique... I've been wanting to try one of these myself. But I wanted to try something slightly different... something a bit more sinister.... a blurry-forest shot with a twist. I'm not quite sure if I've pulled this off... but I had a lot of fun trying. :)
This one is much better when viewed large.
Nikon D300, Sigma 18-200mm at 25mm, aperture of f25, with a 1/6th second exposure.
The Southern Screamer ('Chauna torquata') is a large, gray marsh bird, which despite its bill shape, is related to geese and other waterfowl.
They can be 83 to 90 cm (33 to 35 in) long and weighing about 4.4 kg (9.7 lb). They mate for life and their loud calls may be heard up to 3 km (2 miles away).
In this image you can see the carpal wing spurs which males use to fight for females and both sexes can use them for defense against predators.
I most often saw them perched in pairs at the tops of trees or flying in the sky while calling.
Image created near Porto Jofre, Matto Gross, Brazil on October 27, 2024.
Winter time in Tennessee and a home without a family...cold and abandoned.
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.
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
Perfect timing, fast on the trigger--that is all. We named this handsome cat Perro, which means dog in Spanish. His sister, may she rest in peace, was named Gato, which means cat in Spanish.
© 2018 Brian Xavier
Photo taken: Saturday, March 17, 2018
Do not use my photos on websites, blogs, or in any other media format without my explicit permission.