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A view over a seemingly untouched natural and cultural landscape in the Vulkaneifel region of Germany. Each season has its own unique charm. Late autumn, with its final warm rays of sunshine, offers one of the last opportunities to enjoy the warmth and the breathtaking views over the rocky and forested landscape.
The Eifelsteig is particularly interesting for hikers: This 313-kilometer-long long-distance hiking trail stretches from Aachen to Trier and is divided into 15 stages. Along the route, hikers can experience fantastic natural highlights time and again. More information is available at: www.eifelsteig.de/
A seemingly deserted shop whose Christmas decorations still were hung up even in the mid summer in central Zürich. Poor Santa looked even more bloated than usual and as if he was suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning, There is an art to the shop display, though, even when it's a sad scene.
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The 400 mm view from Snelling Avenue perfectly fits in-between the power lines, and exactly frames where the gap in the tree line is. It is certainly one of the nicer views within the immediately vicinity with the hill and all. If only one could get a few more feet of sidewalk separation with the unseparated traffic lanes.
An empty oil train heads west with a tired MAC second-out on the last day of February.
The Garden had a remarkable spring. Flowers everywhere! Some trees and bushes blooming way ahead of shedule. But now, the drought and several "heat waves" (there have been much worse than 90°) have seemingly taken their toll. The "dry garden" is living up to its name. But while it was in bloom, it was a photographer's paradise. Five eucalyptus trees were in bloom at the same time, and became prime real estate for hummingbirds whose nests mimicked the cups (flic.kr/p/2nb9NTC) from which the flowers became seeds which became fruit or something like that.
From February through June, I was photographing the gums, early blooming cactus and succulents, and for the first time in 12 years, took more than 20 photos of Anna's Hummingbirds.
The gum trees were resplendent in purple, yellow, white, and even green flowers. That shouldn't be a surprise with over 700 species of eucalyptus (I'm using "gum" as the generic term, because I have to pause when typing eucalyptus). However, the gum's flower that I'm showing you today was the most difficult to capture. Tucked - along with the hummer's nests - a foot inside the foliage with dappled light, I found the flowers and did my best to present these remarkable blossoms.
Up to 20 feet tall, Eucalyptus albopurpurea, commonly known as the purple-flowered mallee box or Port Lincoln mallee, is a mallee or sometimes a tree that is endemic to South Australia. It has loose, fibrous grey-brown bark on the lower park of the trunk and smooth grey bark that is shed in strips on its upper parts. The leaves are lance-shaped to egg-shaped, the flower buds are spindle-shaped to club-shaped and the flowers are white, pink, mauve or purple. Flowering can occur in most months and the fruit are cup-shaped or barrel-shaped capsules.
Originally from sandy, ocean climate of Kangaroo Island and the southern tip of the Eyre Peninsula, it's doing extremely well here although this is the first year I've seen flowers.
Seemingly useless and rather large steel, green ornaments on a facade, which run from a small canopy to the windows behind it.
I saw the nails of a gigantic bird in it...
I know I'm seemingly obsessed with snow now but we've simply had SO much that it's really all I've photographed for many months now. We awake today in what is now supposed to spring to more of the white stuff. I'm 'pretty' certain there can't be any more though and spring will shoo it away soon!
This spot was a bit of a challenge to get to as it's nestled up on Grinton Moor in Swaledale but it's a favourite spot I visit and I didn't have it in the snow so made an effort (well....when I say I made an effort....I got my husband to drive the car who's a lot be experienced in winter driving than me - Southerner that I am lol!).
Seemingly the Spotted Towhee is a common bird in the north western staters of America, but like many others I hadn't heard of it until I looked it up after taking this photo. It is described as being Sparrow like but the size of a blackbird. This particular one was seen in a bush by the shore at Anacortes in Washington.
This seemingly wild scene does lack the natural tree cover that once would have carpeted most of the Highlands below 600 metres.
There are attempts in the area to promote regeneration in the form of a high, visually intrusive deer fence, which encloses a laughably small portion of Beinn Suidhe's northern slopes.
Token; small-scale; unambitious; half-hearted, I could go on . . .
This curious galaxy — only known by the seemingly random jumble of letters and numbers 2MASX J16270254+4328340 — has been captured by the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope dancing the crazed dance of a galactic merger. The galaxy has merged with another galaxy leaving a fine mist, made of millions of stars, spewing from it in long trails. Despite the apparent chaos, this snapshot of the gravitational tango was captured towards the event’s conclusion. This transforming galaxy is heading into old age with its star-forming days coming to an end. The true drama occurred earlier in the process, when the various clouds of gas within the two galaxies were so disturbed by the event that they collapsed, triggering an eruption of star formation. This flurry of activity exhausted the vast majority of the galactic gas, leaving the galaxy sterile and unable to produce new stars. As the violence continues to subside, the newly formed galaxy’s population of stars will redden with age and eventually begin drop off one by one. With no future generations of stars to take their place, the galaxy thus begins a steady descent towards death.
#MacroMondays
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This was only a seemingly easy theme. When what I tried to do with a lily in a flower pot on the window sill didn't work as imagined (same with a eucalyptus leaf) a bunch of untimely tulips came to the rescue. Spring and tulip season are still months away, but our favourite flower stall at the Saturday market already sells tulips and since this winter is so drab and dark they are a most welcome forerunner of spring.
I kind of blocked myself out with this theme but didn't want to skip again, so I tried to focus on at least taking a decent image. I did focus stacking to achieve the best possible overall sharpness. No in-camera stacking this time because of the fairly large DOF that is to be covered when photographing the inside of a tulip blossom straight from above. So I kept the focus distance settings in the stacking menu at 10 (on a scale from one to 10) and combined the 30 images in Helicon Focus (method B, R8, S4). I must admit that the tulip's stigma is a little off-center but I think it adds a little pizazz to the scene (at least I hope so) so I left it as it was (plus I didn't want to take even more images, and I was also late in the game).
HMM, Everyone!
Seemingly abandoned house near Porto, photographed from a moving bus.
A cheeky, seemingly fearless male struts his stuff in Grand Canyon of the Gunnison National Park, Colorado
There are some days where everything seemingly goes to plan or everywhere you turn you get ‘another’ shot that you’re happy with. It certainly felt this way when we went over to see my mother. It was the most miserable of wet foggy January days which I had suspected would not yield any decent opportunities for a single shot. How wrong was I?!
If the week has been a challenge, a mountain to climb or a dark valley to seemingly crawl through, the nights long with little hope of dawn ever coming to ease the pain of endless worry or grief, but, hope does come, the first faintest glimmer does arrive.
As photographers we know that the blue hour proceeds the first rays of morning sunlight which will gradually creep up and once again light up a world of beauty ( of pain and horrific tragedies too I know) to become that most glorious of hours, the golden hour, where the light is so warm and perfect that you want it to last all day.
The golden hour does pass and the day will have its trials and it’s successes. Life’s journey can be tough, but have we a comfort that we can lean on, trust in and know that there is hope? By hanging in and trusting you know that black becomes blue and that blue becomes glorious.
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A stray dog enjoying the view at Little Adams Peak in Ella, Sri Lanka. There are several stray Dogs that will join you on your hike, seemingly guiding you in the right direction. Taken with a Canon 5D4 and a 16 - 35mm canon wide angle lens. A black and white Lightroom edit of a previously uploaded image.
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The seemingly impossible task of taking a photo at Upper Moor without another photographer (or in this case 3) in the shot. I could have removed them, but they were a nice bunch and provide a bit of scale. I did, however, remove the hideous barbwire fence that has appeared on top of the wall.
A narrow cobbled street, seemingly frozen in time, leads me toward the shimmering surface of Lago di Maggiore.
hmm... the stones beneath my feet have felt hundreds of footsteps , tourists, locals, and lovers too :-))))
..... and today, mine.
In the distance, the lake glistens like a mirror, reflecting a sky that doesn’t need to impress. It’s calm. So calm you can hear your own thoughts...
These aren’t the Italy of glossy brochures.
....it was an ordinary day.
There’s no rush, no selfie sticks, no crowds.
Instead, there had been the scent of freshly baked bread, neighbors chatting behind wooden shutters, and a plate of risotto with local wine that tasted like home.
Baveno had revealed a different side of Italy, one that i like, i love......
As I walk, I soak in the details: pots of flowers, faded shop signs, light dancing on the water. This place doesn’t need a sightseeing itinerary. It’s enough to be here. To look..... To breathe...... I love so much...
Another from this fall solo adventure.
With seemingly nothing going on at the BKRR I headed toward North Bennington where I found Vermont Railway's RDHJ turn having arrived down from Rutland. After grabbing a few shots there I followed them down the Hoosick Main to the junction with CSXT'sex Pan Am Freight Main.
A four unit set of power led by VTR 432 an SD70M-2 (blt. Dec. 2006 as FEC 103) is comibg off the Walloomsac River bridge and crossing Hoosick Junction Road just south of MP H1 of Vermont Railway's B&R Subdivision, Hoosick Main on former Boston and Maine rails now owned by the state of Vermont (which seems a bit odd since this is in New York State!). This 300 ft Warren deck truss bridge dates from 1910.
Hoosick, New York
Monday October 17, 2022
You’d think this flower was big enough for both these busy bodies but No:-)..I was following the little honey seeker when the larger species flew in. I think the smaller honey seeker would have said, “Hey, I Was Here First”. Then maybe given the size of the larger winged intruder the smaller honey seeker considered the odds and yielded some sweetness to the seemingly hostile takeover. Gratitude and Kindness were shared here and both got a chance to satisfy their sweet tooth.🐝
... but seemingly not concerned.
Taken with a Meopta Belar 75mm f4.5 enlarger lens, the 11 blade version, wide open, fitted to a 30-45 mm focussing helicoid. Uncropped.
Day 14 of Pentax Forum's Daily in December 2022 Challenge - Bokehcember.
A Pacific swallow (hirundo javanica) enjoying a brief respite from its seemingly constant hunt for insects above the waters of a lake in Thailand. Photographed in Ban Khlong Sai, Krabi.
I've shot here before (as has seemingly every other photographer in the west of Ireland) but I thought I'd give it a go, as there remains some autumn colour and I wanted to try out my new wide-angle lens. While there's an excellent view from the footpath, I brought along my 'wellies' and waded out into the stream, trying for a new composition. Rather than make the waterfall the centre of attention, I gave the large rock in the middle of the water, usually used as foreground interest, equal weight, and used some other stones to create a diagonal leading line across the frame. Taken Saturday, 8 November 2025.
A long-billed curlew seemingly plays with its prey, a sand crab along the beach at Salinas River NWR.
This curlew had the same behavior pattern that I saw with the whimbrels - they would use their long bills to find crabs and then move up the beach away from the water. They would let the crab go, chase it and then start the process over until the crab did not move any longer. "Down the hatch," and then repeat!
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Portico di Via Albertoni detto anche Portico dei Mendicanti.. Via Albertoni's porch also called Beggar's Porch. Prospettiva. Perspective. Bologna 2017
Seemingly unperturbed by all the tourists in the Generalife garden section of the Alhambra complex. Just a little shady spot. HBM
With seemingly nothing going on at the BKRR I headed toward North Bennington where I found Vermont Railway's RDHJ turn having arrived down from Rutland. After grabbing a few shots there I followed them down the Hoosick Main to the junction with the ex Pan Am Freight Main.
A four unit set of power led by VTR 432 an SD70M-2 (blt. Dec. 2006 as FEC 103) is exactly on the Vermont/New York state line as they cross aptly named State Line road at White Creek station, MP H5 of Vermont Railway's B&R Subdivision Hoosick Main on former Boston and Maine rails now owned by the state of Vermont.
Near unincorporated Walloomsac
Rensselaer County, New York
Monday October 17, 2022
Eagle Wharf Road, Islington.
This shot was a total stoke of luck - I promise it's not a set-up. I never for one moment expected the paint mark on the wall to align precisely with the mouth of a bag seemingly being held open by a passer-by. But that's what I got in frame 4 of a 6-frame burst sequence.
I can't think what the significance of the letter 'N' might be, though.
I Got Lost One Time
And thought all had vanished
Nothing seemingly was recognizable
Almost all was different
So while things weren't the same
I began to realize
I only needed to find out what I had.
Another work of short poetry or prose to complement the image captured around noon one day in Yosemite National Park at a bend in the Merced River with a view beyond to Half Dome. My thinking in composing this setting was to capture a look to the east across those river waters to the mountains and peaks of the Central Yosemite Sierras. A balanced, leveled-on type view. Blues of the skies above would be that color contrast to complement the earth-tones in the lower portion of the image.
I chose to initially work with Aurora HDR Pro to better bring that complete setting in the image, given the bright afternoon sunlight and darker portions in the trees caught in shadow. I later exported a TIFF image to DxO PhotoLab 5 where I did some final adjustments with contrast, saturation and brightness for the final image.
It's amazing how a seemingly small decision can change your life.
This is an image I took before falling last Sunday and breaking my shoulder.
At this point I decided that shooting into the sun wasn't ideal as it was pretty bright so headed down the falls.
In hindsight I should of decided to wait until the sun got lower.
Got a bit of a long slog to get back to full fitness but happy with this shot as this is an amazing place and I am privileged to able to witness scenes like this even if the camera struggles with the light range.
I now realise that I didn't fall and break my shoulder but fell with camera and tripod in hand and dislocated it which caused the break whilst falling or trying to stop it going into water.
Impressed that the camera seems to have dried out and working as Canon aren't great for sealing.
Find joy in the ordinary. The sunrise, a garden snail, fresh beans, a moment of silence. The seemingly ordinary things we encounter daily, if you slow down and examine them are really quite extraordinary in themselves. What ordinary things are you finding joy in today?
PS I bought these fava beans at my local farm, Petersen's Farm Market.
Another Union Pacific manifest of seemingly endless length is seen heading east at Rock River. Units 5897, 7142, 6787 and 8366 provide the motive power. GE built AC4400CW-CT 5897 being on pole.
To get to this vantage point myself and pal Chris clambered up a small bluff and spent an hour or so watching a procession of huge trains pass by.
This is a huge vulture, and is perhaps the largest and heaviest bird found in the Himalayas. It is the largest of the species in the Gyps genus, seemingly averaging larger in every method of measurement than its relatives. Adults have a ruff that is long and pale brown with white streaks. The ruff feathers are long and spiky. The head is covered in down which is yellowish in adults but whitish in immature vultures. The underside and under-wing coverts are quite pale brown or buff, being almost white in some specimens. The legs are covered with buffy feathers and the feet can vary from greenish grey to white. The upperside is unstreaked, pale buff with the tail quills, outer greater coverts and wing quills being a contrasting dark brown. The inner-secondaries have paler tips.
Adult spotted in Dhauladhar range
Juvenile in flight
The pale blue facial skin is lighter than the dark blue in Gyps fulvus with this species having a yellowish bill. In flight the long fingers are splayed and there is a pale patagial stripe on the underwing. The wing and tail feathers are dark and contrast with the pale coverts and body, one of the best methods to distinguish this species from the slightly smaller griffon vulture. The feathers on the body have pale shaft streaks.They are distinguished from the Indian vulture (G. indicus), which can somewhat similar in color by being much larger with a stouter, more robust bill.[5] Younger birds have a pale parts to the bill and tend to have buffy-white streaks on the scapulars and wing coverts contrasting with dark brown underparts.[5] They are similar in size to the cinereous vulture (Aegypius monachus), which has a slightly shorter overall length but in large specimens can weigh more than the Himalayan vulture.Weight in Himalayan vultures can range from reportedly as little as 6 kg (13 lb) to as much as 12.5 kg (28 lb). A field study estimated an average of 9 kg (20 lb) for the Himalayan vulture, but weights can vary with conditions from 8–12 kg (18–26 lb).The wingspan of birds varies greatly depending on the method used to measure themand published measurements vary from 2.56 to 3.1 m (8.4 to 10.2 ft), a similar wingspan range as a cinereous vulture.
Seemingly freshly minted Hoover, 50008 'Thunderer', lives up to its name as she makes a spirited start from Totnes station up the infamous Rattery Bank - one of the three significant inclines on the route between Exeter and Plymouth collectively known as the South Devon Banks.
While it's not particularly visible in this view Rattery Bank starts almost at the end of the platform and lasts for just over 4 miles varying between 1 in 45 and 1 in 80, before easing to 1 in 90 and then increasing to 1 in 65.
The route was such a challenge in steam days that an extra loco was required for the heavy expresses, and later even the diesels wouldn't treat this route lightly with any weakness potentially a source of delay, or worse, an embarrassing failure. It wouldn't be the first time I've ridden up where, even under clear signals, the train was barely doing 10 mph over the top.
Given the apparently relaxed ambience of the driver looking out of the side window, I'm presuming on this occasion 50008 was as good 'under the bonnet' as she looked externally. Or maybe he was just waiting for the right-hand curve a few hundred yards up the track to look back and check he still had eleven on!
Despite being withdrawn from BR service in 1992, 50008 has lived on under private ownership and has even hauled a few freight trains around the network over the last 12 months.
I'm guessing I took this from Malt Hill over-bridge before the A381 'Western Bypass' was built impeding the view looking the other way.
Agfa CT18
31st July 1979
Taken after a seemingly never ending drive, bit later than we'd have liked so sadly the light was going, but the colour was there, but the camera didn't seem to pick it up very well and I've really struggled making it look as close to life as possible, but I'm mostly happy with the result. Would have been nice not to have to use ISO1250 though
Wisely or not, many Berliners took to the frozen lakes and canals of Berlin to enjoy a sunny winter day.
Sadly, a father with a one-year old had to be helicoptered to a hospital after breaking through the ice of Schlachtensee on the outskirts of the city. They were not the only ones underestimating the dangers of seemingly frozen waterways.
This year is already shaping up to be a pretty great one for swimwear trends, given that seemingly every cut, silhouette, and color we love is popular this season.
Take this newly released WellMade [WM] Rami Set for example. There’s so much to love about this combo boob-free top and bikini set. I have never seen a silhouette quite like this. It is certain to upgrade my SL swimsuit drawer with flair.
To state the obvious, I love just how little it leaves to the imagination. Its skimpy little top accentuates the minimal coverage bikini top. Pairing both to the double string bottom is sure to help you make a splash, whether you're poolside or swimming in the ocean.
Fits: Reborn, Kupra, Legacy (+ Perky), Maitreya (+ Petite).
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Seemingly suspended in mid-air, this Hickory Tussock Moth Caterpillar slowly descends to the ground from the branches above on a virtually invisable silk thread, foreshadowing it's next stage of life.
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Seemingly the collective noun for a group of flamingos is a 'Flamboyance'. This group like my other recent photographs of Greater Flamingos was taken at the coastal lagoons just north of Korba on the Cap Bon Peninsular in Tunisia.
I feel that a they look so unhurried, calm and stately.
Adding the stylish (and inefficient) Woodslites to a Looonnnng and Low hood.....eye catching on this 1930 Cord Cabriolet!
Errett Lobban Cord was, seemingly, fearless. He’d worked his way into the industry on sheer chutzpah by bluffing his way into a Chicago Moon dealership, and his success there led frightened investors at the failing Auburn manufacturer to take a chance on him as the man who could turn their brand around. First as general manager in 1923 and soon as president he did so in magnificent style. Auburn became the springboard for an empire.
Like Henry Ford, E.L. Cord believed in controlling as much of the manufacturing process as he could, and acquired Auburn’s engine supplier Lycoming. New subsidiary Duesenberg used Lycoming engines as well, albeit a heavily modified version.
With Auburn selling between $1,000 and $2,000, and Duesenberg starting at over $8,000, there was a big gap in the lineup, and Cadillac, Packard and Pierce-Arrow were all targeting a sweet spot at $3,000 to $4,000 with their mid-range cars. The market was booming, and E.L. Cord wasn’t about to miss out.
The new car would be the first with Cord’s name on it, so he was determined it had to be special, especially in styling which he wanted to be lower and sleeker than the competition. At the same time he didn’t want to compromise on headroom. In keeping with his “be different” motto, he determined that front-wheel drive was the answer.
In 1926, Cord purchased the rights to a front-wheel drive passenger car design from Harry Miller, whose FWD race car had made a very strong showing at Indianapolis in 1925. He hired Miller himself on as well to oversee engineering, and Miller in turn brought on engineer and driver Cornelius W. VanRanst; together, they had a working prototype by 1927. Together with Auburn and Duesenberg engineers in Indianapolis, they began developing it into a production-ready automobile. On a test drive in 1928, the doors popped open on a rough road, which inspired Auburn to use the first known application of an x-brace in the frame. Cross and roller joints in the driveshafts were replaced with double universal joints to quell vibration. The engineering reportedly wanted more time to develop the car further–for instance, despite the engine being set far back in the chassis with the transmission in front of it, the weight balance is unfavorable and L-29 Cords have difficulty with traction under certain conditions, such as climbing hills in the rain. The car was capable of high-speed driving, but Lycoming’s 125hp, 298.6-cu.in. straight-eight was taxed during acceleration of a 4,320-pound cabriolet and never designed to be in this reversed installation, driving the transmission in front of it.
But any shortcoming were lost behind the L-29 Cord’s styling. The longest and lowest hood in the industry combined with that sensational radiator made the car a sensation, as well as proving irresistible to coachbuilders.
In four short years of production, Auburn built just over 5,000 L-29 Cords, before the Depression combined with a lack of distribution and lingering public mistrust of the unconventional configuration ended sales in 1932. That was ample time, however, to make it a legend and completely change the course of American luxury car styling.
Because of the L-29s avant garde construction and high cost, some $3,000 and up, comparable to a less-expensive Chrysler Imperial or V-8 Cadillac, owners tended to be artistic and adventurous. Frank Lloyd Wright famously owned one, as did designer Brooks Stevens.
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Bunker 599
A seemingly indestructible bunker with monumental status is sliced open. It opens up the minuscule interior of one of NDW’s 700 bunkers, the insides of which are normally cut off from view completely. In a radical way this intervention sheds new light on the Dutch and UNESCO policy on cultural heritage. Paradoxically, after the intervention Bunker 599 became a Dutch national monument.
The project lays bare two secrets of the New Dutch Waterline (NDW), a military line of defence in use from 1815 until 1940 protecting the cities of Muiden, Utrecht, Vreeswijk and Gorinchem by means of intentional flooding. In addition, a long wooden boardwalk cuts through the extremely heavy construction. It leads visitors to a flooded area and to the footpaths of the adjacent natural reserve. The pier and the piles supporting it remind them that the water surrounding them is not caused by e.g. the removal of sand but rather is a shallow water plain characteristic of the inundations in times of war.
It is visible from the A2 highway and can thus also be seen by tens of thousands of passers-by each day. The project is part of the overall strategy of RAAAF | Atelier de Lyon to make this unique part of Dutch history accessible and tangible for a wide variety of visitors.
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In this photograph, I captured a beautiful red fox, seemingly lost in peaceful slumber. Its eyes are gently closed, and its posture exudes a sense of calm and tranquillity. The soft focus on the green grassy background further enhances this feeling of stillness.
Looking at this image, I can't help but feel a sense of quietude wash over me. It's a natural invitation to pause and perhaps reflect on our state of being. This is where the concept of mindfulness gently enters my photography.
Mindfulness, at its heart, is about paying attention to the present moment without judgment. It's about noticing our thoughts, feelings, bodily sensations, and the surrounding environment with an attitude of curiosity and acceptance.
Just as this fox appears completely absorbed in its rest, I too cultivate moments of mindful awareness throughout our day. It could be as simple as focusing on the sensation of my breath, noticing the sounds around me.
This image serves as a gentle reminder of the inherent peace that can be found in stillness. It encourages us to take a breath, observe our inner landscape, and perhaps find a touch of that same tranquillity within ourselves, even amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life here in Canvey Island.
A seemingly important discussion is taking place in the heart of Stortorget (the Grand Square), a historic public square located in Gamla Stan, the old town at the center of Stockholm, Sweden. Stortorget is home to the Stock Exchange Building (Börshuset), which houses the Swedish Academy, the Nobel Museum, and the Nobel Library.
Could they be talking about the next Nobel Prize laureates?