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Look down! Tiny blue winter speedwell blossoms have popped up, low down, in large numbers, seemingly overnight.
DeKalb County (Avondale Estates), Georgia, USA.
24 February 2022.
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▶ "Veronica persica —known as birdeye speedwell, common field-speedwell, Persian speedwell, large field speedwell, bird's-eye, or winter speedwell)— is a flowering plant in the plantain family (Plantaginaceae). It is native to Eurasia and is widespread as an introduced species elsewhere, including North America. [...] The short-stalked leaves are broadly ovate with coarsely serrated margins, and measure one to two centimeters (0.4 to 0.8 inches) long. The flowers are roughly one centimeter (0.4 inches) wide and are sky-blue in color with dark stripes and white centers."
— Wikipedia.
▶ This is a closeup. These tiny flowers appear much larger in the image than they did in 'real' life.
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Dave had already disappeared, seemingly swallowed by the forest and its secrets. Maybe he just wanted to escape the endless drizzle, but something told us otherwise. In the woods, Dave can see things that escape me entirely. We knew it would be at least an hour until we saw him again. Dave was entering Dave World, a place where everything makes sense and all is calm. He’d be just fine.
By his own admission, Lee wasn’t feeling the love. He couldn’t see the forest sprites emerging from the mist. “Everything is just a tangled mess!” he complained as he watched Carl and I creeping around the mossy boulders at the edges of this magical dark green world. Lee likes minimal, and this was anything but. Maybe he’d find a lone tree for his Leica somewhere outside the woodland. But with the filthy elements in such a persistent mood, his state of the art camera stayed in the bag.
On the walk from the car park, I mostly chatted with Carl. Carl and I had been “friends” on another platform for a couple of years by now, and although he only lives just over the border in west Devon, this was the first time we’d met. We had much to talk about, including his autumn workshop visit to Iceland, which had been interesting to say the least. We shared future plans, anecdotes on locations and even more importantly, he told us that the Fox Tor Cafe in Princetown had excellent reviews. That was lunch sorted then.
While Carl had been here a handful of times, this was just my second visit. The first time had been six years earlier, when I’d placed reasonably well in the over fifties category in a nearby 10k trail race that took us from the high ground at Castle Drogo down into the depths of Fingle Woods alongside the River Teign, another location I’ve long wanted to photograph but still not made it to. On that day my partner in crime was Emma, an old friend of many years whose race plan was always the complete opposite of mine. Whereas she’d charge off from the starting line like a bull at a gate, I’d struggle to find an early rhythm and be wheezing away like a broken accordion. Towards the end I’d be settled in, breathing evenly and feeling strong, by which time she’d be hyperventilating noisily and demanding more Haribo. We stuck together throughout the course, each taking turns to swear and curse at the other for dragging them out on a soaking March morning - all because the finishers’ medals looked so delightfully blingy. “Give ‘em a shiny thing for getting over the finish line and they’ll come in numbers,” said the organisers to themselves. The language from my companion in that last steep uphill mile was especially fruity that day.
After more than six miles of purgatory in running shoes, Emma had gone to spend the afternoon with her in-laws who lived nearby. I’d brought my camera gear with intentions to ignore the fast road and roll back across the moor. The wood had been one of the two places I planned to visit. “Now let’s see - trail running shoes, check. Compression socks, check. Waterproof winter trousers, check. Welly boots, double check.” It seemed I had everything I needed - except for the conditions. That day I carefully focus stacked a strangely symmetrical frame among the carnage, but in retrospect I’m not sure it was worth the bother. To make this place ping, you really need a bit of mist. Or a lot more skill in Photoshop than I possessed.
Today, six years later things were pinging quite nicely. I mean you can always have more fog of course, but the meteorological lottery was rewarding us well for our efforts. And we’d started very early, which you probably know isn’t my thing at all. In fact, when I later told one of you that I’d been up before 6am in preparation for this outing, he demanded to know who’d hacked into my Whatsapp and threatened to call the authorities. But yes, we’d arrived here at eight, met a few moments later by Carl, and slooshed our way through the mud to the woods, enveloped in a grungy grey curtain, just as we’d hoped for.
It might take a while to start to see things, but when you do, it’s really quite rewarding. Nick, who joined us a little later, has been here countless times, yet he told us he still often finds new shapes emerging from the mist. And now, as I stole away from the others and headed a few yards north, I found the lollipop stick, poking through a mossy “V” shaped frame. No faffing around with focus stacks this time, just a straightforward thumbprint on the main attraction and let everything else recede into a blur. There’s so much waiting here to be discovered.
Dave had that quiet smugness about him which always means he’s found a masterpiece. Carl looked happy enough too. Lee was chewing a Snickers bar. I think the Leica had come out briefly, but he was really saving it for the lone hawthorns we’d find elsewhere later. For three of us at least, the first full day had started well, but it was time to move on and find the next location.
The seemingly plentiful Monarch butterflies this summer allowed me more opportunities to capture one in flight, something I had been trying to get for awhile.
In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous. Aristotle
Far away, where people rarely go…
Where only a few passersby pause to notice inconspicuous and seemingly uninteresting objects and phenomena…
Where people seek solitude…
Where inspiration can be found…
Where everyone can enjoy the pure air, immerse in the intoxicating, cherished, and precious silence—especially in our time…
There stretches the Field of Life.
In this field, everything is just like in our human lives. And yet—completely different.
Much like us, every blade of grass, every ear of grain lives its brief life in its own world…
In struggle? In joy? In suffering?
In the silent world of Nature, such concepts do not exist. A blade of grass lives in absolute acceptance of what it is destined to be, where it is meant to sprout, to go through all the stages of its fleeting existence, and perhaps, to leave a part of itself for future generations.
Regardless of time, alongside others, each blade of grass lives in harmony with its nature, maintaining inner wholeness in every moment—in every breath, in every touch of the life-giving power of the Sun, in every drop of absorbed moisture.
Within the boundless diversity of the plant world, one must make an effort to see the uniqueness of each blade of grass, each tree, each shrub. But just like you and me, each plant has its own unique story, its own path that it walks beside others. How they influence each other—Nature itself offers no clear answer.
Perhaps in harmony. Maybe in unity. But that is only by our human standards.
And it would be naive to claim that Nature gives everyone equal conditions. She bestows upon all only one thing—an incredibly powerful drive for Life.
In this striving, each follows its own inner laws, weaving a delicate thread into the intricate tapestry of Life—a tapestry that, without close attention to its details, may seem simple and unremarkable, with faded colors and rough lines.
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Там, далеко, где так редко бывают люди…
Там, где лишь немногие случайные прохожие останавливают взгляд на неприметных и, казалось бы, неинтересных объектах и явлениях…
Там, где люди ищут уединения…
Где можно почерпнуть вдохновение…
Где каждый может насладиться чистым воздухом, насытиться тишиной — упоительной, желанной, драгоценной, особенно в наше время…
Там простирается Поле Жизни.
На этом поле всё так же, как и в наших человеческих жизнях. И в то же время — совершенно по-другому.
Подобно нам, там каждая травинка, каждый колосок проживает свою короткую жизнь в собственном мире…
В борьбе ли? В радости? Или в страданиях?
В безмолвном мире Природы у травинки нет этих понятий. Она живёт в абсолютном принятии того, какой ей суждено быть, в каком месте прорасти, как будут проходить все этапы её мимолётного существования и где ей, возможно, удастся оставить частичку себя для будущих поколений…
Независимо от времени, вместе с другими, каждая травинка живёт в гармонии со своей природой, сохраняя внутреннюю целостность в каждом мгновении — в каждом вдохе и выдохе, в каждом прикосновении животворящей силы Солнца, в каждой капле поглощённой влаги.
В бескрайнем разнообразии растительного мира нужно приложить усилия, чтобы разглядеть уникальность каждой травинки, каждого дерева, каждого кустарника. Но, подобно нам с тобой, у каждого растения есть своя неповторимая история, свой путь, который оно проходит рядом с другими. И как они будут влиять на жизнь и процветание друг друга бессильна ответить сама Природа.
Возможно, в гармонии. Быть может, в единстве. Но это — лишь по нашим человеческим меркам.
И было бы наивно утверждать, что Природа даёт всем равные условия. Она наделяет всех лишь одним — невероятно могущественным стремлением к Жизни.
В этом стремлении каждый следует своим внутренним законам, вплетаясь тонкой нитью в сложное полотно Жизни. Полотно, которое без должного внимания к деталям может показаться простым и незамысловатым, с выцветшими красками и грубыми линиями.
Camera: Panasonic Lumix S5
Lens: Nikon Nikkor-N Auto 35mm F/1.4
Well what's this!? some actual new material?... with the recent relaxation of the seemingly never ending lockdown rules it was time to escape from the confines of the house with the camera to a real location, and one that I hadn't been to for some time.
The weather looked quite good for sunset so I just decided to go for it, even if it didn't work out I really wasn't bothered as it was as much about getting out into nature again, with a view to look at at, a bit of exploration, and some more practice flying my drone, basically it was just GREAT to get out!
Mike Tonge decided to come up as well and meet me for sunset so there was the added bonus of some company as well on the jaunt. The few hours I had up here seemed to go very quickly and all to soon it was time to find a spot for the impending sunset, this one was chosen with the hope the the smaller tree could be fitted 'inside' the larger one by getting low down, which worked out really well, the weather had gone from being sunny and perfectly still to blowing a gale from nowhere which made keeping the tree still a quite hard task, but it wouldn't be landscape photography without a challenge! I had bumped the ISO up to 400 to deal with that, but this is shot on the base ISO so I must have just got lucky for a second!
The sun vanished totally into the low cloud and haze shortly after this shot, knowing there wouldn't be an 'aftershow' of any kind tonight, we made our way back down the hill and out of the strong winds before setting of home. A great use of an evening.
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Derby jetty at nightfall.
It was a magic night for me. The legendary stories of catching a big Barramundi up around here were dancing in my head. So I had been fishing (with no luck) from the jetty before taking this shot.
It's in remote north Western Australia. Tropical warmth. Very quiet. Seemingly still, but with a constant powerful tidal flow of water below the jetty. My fishing rod and line was straining against the relentless pull of the tide: if I should fall into the water, I would very quickly be pulled kilometres out into obscurity...
I guess the height and length of the jetty should have suggested the massive changes that occur between tides; but I had not experienced anything like that before. I was shocked when I noticed the significant changes in water levels in a very short period of time. Whole oceans were moving big time under my feet. Awesome.
I had also never experienced Midges, so I was wearing shorts, with no insect repellant. I understand that Americans call them "noseeums". I didn't see 'em. I didn't feel 'em. But I suffered the aftermath of their hundreds of bites for the next three weeks.
All in all, it was a memorable experience that I'm glad to have endured.
Some of the seemingly ever-increasing number of large, bland lumps of architecture that have been shoved into the Fountainbridge area in recent years as student blocks (don't mind some in the neighbourhood mix, but we just keep getting more added instead of building new blocks for permanent residents, which is a bit shortsighted in terms of the local community wellbeing). As with a number of other insipidly bland buildings, they look better at night, shot in monochrome!
With the seemingly endless steely grey skies finally
giving way to some sunny weather, BR Blue liveried Class 20, No.20189 and London Transport maroon liveried 20142 'Sir John Betjeman' are captured blasting across the Fens passing Australia Farm crossing (between Turves and March) leading 1Z39, the 07:22 London King’s Cross - Norwich excursion.
37407 'Blackpool Tower' tails the lengthy consist having previously worked the first leg from London to Peterborough.
A lone and bare multitrunked tree, seemingly floats on the on the highwater of Rattlesnake Lake, bathed in the warm light of the setting sun.
I took this image with a long exposure to smooth out the water and provide an ethereal glow complementing the warm glow of the light on the tree that to me looks a lot like a candleholder. There are no snakes in these parts but there are plants that make a rattlesnake hissing and clicking sound when the wind blows!
A seemingly endless flow of coal trains fed Fiddlers Ferry Power station in the 1980's and ‘Grid’ 56030 is seen returning back to Yorkshire with an empty rake of MGR's.
* A note in my book says a pair of 25's were pushing at the rear as the 56 had a problem. Vaguely remember this and it was the kind of move that could happen at short notice on the pre-privatised railway back then.
Another in the seemingly endless parade of intermodal trains heads east on BNSF's Seligman Sub near MP 519X on Main 2. The legendary ex Santa Fe transcon cuts through the short rugged Kingman Canyon just railroad west of that small town that is the seat of Mojave County.
The train is passing over a dry wash on a deck girder bridge on Main 2, the higher of the two main tracks here. For a 13 mile stretch between Griffith and Kingman the two main lines do not share the same right of way making for some interesting and fun photo opportunities that can also be challenging if you don't know whether to expect an eastbound or a westbound and are set up on the wrong track.
Mornings in Kingman Canyon are times well spent!
Mojave County, Arizona
Sunday May 19, 2012
Six months ago and seemingly showing no signs of their impending demise, Royal Air Force Panavia Tornado GR.4 ZA612/074 blasts away from RAF Marham's Runway 19
Now the last of the last are on their retirement tour and I'm hoping to catch the three 'Tourists' over Boscombe Down tomorrow as they complete day 2 out of 3 with appearances over many airfields and installations around the country synonymous with this wonderful aircraft that has been at the forefront of our Royal Air Force for over three decades!
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Another national park setting that I never tire, even after three visits to Big Bend National Park! The setting is looking to Casa Grande and the south-southeast using the Basin Road as a leading line into the image. As opposed to a wider angle image, I decided to zoom in with the focal length. That way the ridges and peaks of the Chisos Mountains would be seemingly surrounding the viewer to create that feeling of height and tallness all around. I did some initial post-processing work making adjustments to contrast, brightness and saturation in NX Studio. I then exported a TIFF image to Nik Color Efex Pro 4 where I made some more adjustments for that last effect on the image captured.
Seemingly marking a path across Dartmoor within the National Park, this standing stone leads the eye up to the tor behind. The shape of the summit of the hill shows clearly from this side why it gained the name Saddle Tor. All the rocky hills on the moor are known as tors.
There are seemingly thousands of Canadian Geese living on Sandbar Island - as dusk approaches they take off to who knows where... every so often a flock will swoop over your head, honking like a traffic jam.
The CPR Bridge is my favourite thing about Saskatoon thus far... outside of school, of course.
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Another in the seemingly endless parade of intermodal trains heads east on BNSF's Seligman Sub near MP 519X on Main 2. The legendary ex Santa Fe transcon cuts through the short rugged Kingman Canyon just railroad west of that small town that is the seat of Mojave County.
The train is passing over a dry wash on deck girder bridge on Main 2, the higher of the two main tracks here. For a 13 mile stretch between Griffith and Kingman the two main lines do not share the same right of way making for some interesting and fun photo opportunities that can also be challenging if you don't know whether to expect an eastbound or a westbound and are set up on the wrong track.
I was fortunate in this case to get the train I needed to frame up this shot between some blooming prickly pear cacti amidst the red rock canyon.
Mojave County, Arizona
Sunday May 19, 2012
Its almost impossible not to love the stunning pastoral and abstract landscapes created by these seemingly endless rolling hills of loess with their late spring carpet of wheat, barley and other crops in various stages of growth and first harvest, viewed from Steptoe Butte, in the Palouse, Washington.
That this landscape looks a lot like an agricultural field of sand dunes is no mistake of the eye. When glaciers retreated from this part of the world thousands of years ago, the fine rich soil sediment left behind, known as loess (les or ˈlōˌes), was blown on the prevailing wind into these dune-like rolling hills, eventually becoming this beautiful and richly productive farming region further contoured and colored by human hands.
I think this is a great time for Sky Matthews and me to thank our wives for their support of our photography endeavors, which lately have seemed a bit like a mild addiction to say the least. I say this because, just a short while after getting the fortunate opportunity to do a quick shoot of Hawaii's still active volcanic landscapes, Sky and I were once again kindly granted leave to meet on the road to shoot the more ancient, but still very much volcanically-influenced landscapes of eastern Washington and northern Oregon. This is the first image from that outing, and though millions of shots of the Palouse have been taken from Steptoe Butte, there's something about the constant changing of the fields, and the varying light and shadow play with every passing moment, that make each shot I've ever seen seem at once both pleasingly familiar and wonderfully different.
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Watched by a seemingly interested horse, on a bitterly cold morning with overnight frost still clinging to the track and the crossing boards Standard Class 4 no. 80080 works hard as it is about to pass over Horncliffe Crossing with the 10.00 Heywood to Rawtenstall service on the 28th January 2012. The River Irwell can just be glimpsed to the right of the locomotive.
Seemingly oblivious of the freezing conditions, Oberon the Andean bear wanders about seeking fruit distributed about the enclosure.
Waterfall Creek, Waterfall, The Royal National Park. I have been to this location many times and have never seen so much water coming down. It was incredibly hard to get a shot with so much spray coming off the falls.
Jean Theron Louw is a South African architect whose true passion is sculpture.
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Seemingly Peaceful' (Scheinbar friedlich)
Jean Theron Louw ist eine südafrikanische Architektin, deren wahre Leidenschaft die Bildhauerei ist.
Some of the seemingly ever-increasing number of large, bland lumps of architecture that have been shoved into the Fountainbridge area in recent years as student blocks (don't mind some in the neighbourhood mix, but we just keep getting more added instead of building new blocks for permanent residents, which is a bit shortsighted in terms of the local community wellbeing). As with a number of other insipidly bland buildings, they look better at night, shot in monochrome!
The seemingly impregnable walls of the royal compound of Agra were built in XVI century by the Mughal emperor Akbar who transferred the capital of his realm to Agra.
Кажущиеся неприступными стены крепости падишахов в Агре были построены в XVI веке Акбаром, перенесшим столицу Индии в Агру
Small trees stand sentinel from seemingly tenuous positions near the edge of the Kilauea caldera, as an otherworldly orange-red glow from a lava lake and a persistent column of smoke and steam erupting from the Halema'uma'u crater (nested within the larger Kilauea caldera) light up the low clouds at the leading edge of an approaching pre-dawn rainstorm, Hawaii Volcanoes National Park, Hawaii.
Its hard to express how eerie it was approaching this scene at night for the first time. While I like this composition with the silhouetted trees, it doesn't even come close to communicating just how massive the glowing smoke and steam plume appeared at times and how much it lit up the surrounding low clouds in fiery tones. At times, the radiant plume almost looked like a mushroom cloud as it roiled into the rain clouds streaming in over the crater.
It was enthralling to watch, realizing at once the awesome power of the volcano, but also that we were witnessing only a very tiny fraction that power.
This shot is from the night before, or should I say just a couple of hours before, Sky Matthews and I met up with Bruce Omori for our incredlble doors-off, very low altitude helicopter experience shooting the scattered active lava flows erupting from the flank below the Pu'u 'O'o crater just a few miles away.
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The seemingly endless mountain ridges and crepuscular rays from this vantage point along the Blue Ridge Parkway were spectacular. A strong thunder storm had just moved through the area and the humidity was, as the saying goes, “So thick you could cut with a knife.” This sight made the trip out very special and memorable.
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Seemingly forgotten in Rio Grande's vast fleet of 73 SD40T-2s were a group of 17 SD50s acquired from EMD in 1984. While their presence was primarily in coal train service, the entire fleet went on to serve after mergers with both the SP and UP. No. 5507 leads coal train No. 772, the Helper Local, along the Price River at Castle Gate, Utah on June 17, 1989.
Just as the laws of physics would espouse the triangles in the sky in the first photograph proceed through the sequence of pictures, each at Eight Seconds of open Shutter time, as a diminishing light trail that is visible approaching the horizon taking seemingly longer to recede from sight. The fixed observer through the camera pictures sees the triangles in one image and then their condensed light trail is seen again and again racing to the horizon. The curvature of path of the satellite and the curvature of the atmosphere of planet Earth combine to make the trajectory through the camera pictures appear to differ and to slow as it takes just the right amount of time to arc on and on returning and repeating the orbital trace of a near Earth bright object.
The triangle lights are being seen in many peoples photographs in 2023 to 2024. There are links to the triangular lights all over the web. With a host of Aurora Borealis hunters looking at the huge current surge in Aurora within the night sky the Triangles have been much seen and widely reported on all around The World. I see some reports that these lights are SpaceX Starlink satellites.
These pictures taken with Minolta16mm f2.8 Fisheye lens, Lightroom and other recognition software believes that it is SAL16F28 a Sony 16mm f2.8 Fisheye lens. There are no lens profile adjustments made to the images. Just as I do not make adjustments to the images to be treated as taken by a Sony Lens I do not try to find out how to undo any incorrect attribution. The two lenses could be very similar even near identical, all I know is that this wonder is from Minolta. This description is way too long, is it oft stated if I had more time then I would send better in fewer words?
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Starlink satellites, the string of lights in the night sky.
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This seemingly unnecessary bridge once carried the Southampton to Dorchester Railway over the carriage drive to Canford Manor. Today it carries one muddy path over another muddy path.
Another seemingly anonymous, unkempt but beautiful Modernist building in Skopje. I believe part of the Macedonian Telekom complex (Janko Konstantinov, 1974)
Canon 7, Canon 50mm 1.8 ltm, Kentmere 400
How seemingly quick we move through the seasons. We finally get used to a particular season and Nature’s clock tells us that another season is coming to an end. We need do nothing but sit back, relax and enjoy the outdoor show as the view changes from season to season. Thanks for viewing my work. Stay safe and stay kind. Need a towel before washing my hands again 🙏.
The gnarled branches of a Japanese Maple make for a seemingly vascular setting.
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This seemingly healthy tree is one of many in a eucalyptus grove, all tagged and numbered. The tags vary in color; I don't know what significance the colors have, if there is any.
While this is a typical Chihuahuan Desert scene featuring sparse vegetation with seemingly little opportunity for human use, the Rio Grande is less than a mile behind me, and the landscape there is lush in comparison. Lush enough to attract farmers who could grow food and cotton crops in the late 1800s. When a nearby community was raided in 1916 during the Mexican Revolution, the War Department sent thousands of soldiers to protect the border residents. Three regiments of the US Cavalry were stationed here at a spot named Camp Santa Helena. They built a few adobe structures but abandoned the site when the Revolution ended in 1920.
People continued to live here and a store that served people on both sides of the river remained in operation until it was destroyed by fire in 2019. The community's name was changed to Castolon when the residents tried to establish a post office and learned they had to select a different name as there was already a Santa Helena in Texas. I couldn't find any date or usage information for the building, but suspect it was built after the Army's departure. The mountain is Cerro Castellan, which was seen from the other side in this album's previous photo.
Castolon Historic District, Big Bend National Park, Texas.
This seemingly overbalancing sea stack lies tucked away along the Warrnambool coastline. Image shot with a 10 stop ND filter as the sun faded behind a thick cloud bank
What has seemingly become the allocated bus for the V434 following 8108’s departure, Abellio London ADL Enviro200 8326 (YX10EBJ) passes Kenley Station on the 434’s afternoon school run. With social distancing being pretty much abolished on buses, it looks like the school extras may end at the end of this month. 8326 has already had its door stickers removed.
Seemingly unorganized and frenetic northern lights again last night. Good colors and brightness, better than the night before.
In the seemingly endless potato fields and flats of East Groningen stands proudly Landgoed Tenaxx (= Tenaxx Country Estate), the brain-and-muscle child of the philosopher-naturalist T.C.W. Oudemans. On 30 hectares (about 75 acres) it's a wonderful arboretum primarily financed by its popular companion dino-park with enormous mock-ups of those prehistoric animals. The arboretum is specialised in the 'weeping' variants of trees. Out of the flatlands of this area, Oudemans and his helpers have excavated a hilly edenic Tree Abode with a few delightful ponds... And you might suddenly be surprised by a huge North American plant-eater, Diplodocus (see inset).
The flowers are of a Catalpa Tree. I'm not sure whether Northern (speciosa) or Southern (bignonioides). The name 'Catalpa' comes from the Muscogee language and means something like 'Winged Head'. Catalpa was first scientifically described by Mark Catesby (1683-1749) in 1726. It was given its own genus 'Catalpa' by Giovanni Antonio Scopoli (1723-1788) in 1777, correcting great Carolus Linnaeus's earlier 'Bignonia catalpa'.
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It was a seemingly normal day for Juniper at the beach....until....oh, crab!
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