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A few of my Flickr contacts know that I sprained my ankle two months ago, and it hasn't fully healed yet. It has been quite a difficult two months because I was unable to attend ballet class, which is something I love so much that it literally feels like a part of me. However, I did manage to attend the preparations for the end of year show on June 25 with my modern dance group, going slowly and carefully, and constantly worrying that I wouldn't be able to make it. But I did! Wearing an ankle sleeve, and still carefully until the very last rehearsal, but I managed to dance normally and it was just AWESOME. There are no words to describe how happy I was on stage.
Gear: Canon 5D Mk II | Canon 17-40
Walking around Friendly Beaches with a (I didn't know at the time, I thought it was just sprained) broken foot, wasn't so pleasant - it did give me the opportunity to photograph some different beach patterns that I have never done before and these bird prints were fantastic.
Here is video of the trip to Tasmania in Spring 2011 with Kane Gledhill and Michael Reed - you can check it out here - www.youtube.com/watch?v=YNcYL9Y70zE
My previous video, "Tasmania, Spring 2011 - A Compliation" can be found here - www.youtube.com/watch?v=4WBGjkiarxc
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Friendly Beaches
Friendly Beaches Reserve is a 140 ha coastal nature reserve in eastern Tasmania, Australia, 190 km north-east of Hobart and 180 km south-east of Launceston. It is located on the north-east side of the Freycinet Peninsula, bordering the Freycinet National Park. It is owned and managed by Bush Heritage Australia (BHA), by which it was purchased in 1997.
So my ankle is sprained, which means I am limited on movement. I probably shouldn't have fooled around with self portraits. but I've been wanting to do this.
cold, wet weather, a sprained ankle, and skin abrasions have prevented me from going out to shoot for almost 2 weeks now...fell out in McHenry Dam and sustained the said injuries...my gear survived again coz i protected my babies and made sure they were ok...how 'bout you guys?? how has your week been going???
pls. View On Black
It's kind of ironic I was talking to my son the day before about how I haven't gotten a running injury yet. And we were discussing whether a sprain hurts worse than a break.
Well here is how it all started. Yesterday it was actually warm out for a change so I put my shorts on then my son and I went out for our run. It went as it usually does. We got close to our driveway and while walking through the yard I forgot about this one ditch( see picture to understand what I mean) and I was messing around with my watch not paying attention well my right foot stepped into the ditch violently rolling my ankle it popped I slammed knee first into the ground. Oh my god the pain was excruciating. Trying like hell to fight the tears I rolled over on my bum grabbed and hugged my ankle then cried like a 42 yo big baby. My son immediately ran over had me stand up while holding onto him then swept me off my feet carrying me to the house I felt like a princess a very ugly crying princess. :P
A couple hours of icing it he drove me to the ER to get an x-ray. I thought for sure I broke my ankle because of how painful it was. NOPE it turned out to be a 2nd degree sprain. A ankle boot thing and some painkillers then back home to the couch for the next few weeks. And that is my dramatic sprain story.
Well well, there are first to everything, right?
I sprained my ankle today!
So to feel better, I still managed to hop to the stove to make soup. Thank God for dessert I had made yesterday and vegetable tartlets too! I am just not used to not be able to do nothing!
This picture was rushed because it was quite hard to stay on my feet!
A couple weeks ago I posted on the difficulties of spotting Oophaga lehmanni in the wild, and its threatened status (www.facebook.com/paul.bertner/posts/1954323497983506). After deliberating for a week, while cooped up with the flu and a sprained finger, and rummaging online for records of O. lehmanni, I was struck not only by the overall dearth, but by the almost complete lack of 'in situ' images, with not a single one illustrating behaviour or a decent representation of the environment. For a critically threatened species, one whose risk of extinction is quite high, this to me represented a tremendous oversight. Though I'd already tried and failed to capture some behaviour shots on a short previous expedition, I decided to dedicate a week to the endeavour, if for no other reason than to have a record befitting such an elegant species.
Travelling to the same site as before, I settled in to photograph calling behaviours. Setting aside a week to get this rather modest shot was giving myself quite a lot of latitude I thought...I was wrong. Three days in and I had little to show for my efforts, resorting to shooting at 300mm + 1.4X TC, I was still struggling to surprise this elusive gem. Though I could hear the frogs calling, and could even see them doing so, creeping up on them and getting a respectable photo was proving an altogether different kind of a problem.
I tried remote shooting (however they rarely returned to the same perch, causing the framing to be off), I tried hides (though after waiting 2-3hrs in mosquito infested areas with the slightest movement causing the frogs to go diving back into root tangles proved frustrating to say the least). Nothing seemed to work, and I was beginning to despair.
This begged the question, "Why would a poisonous species which supposedly has no known predators be so timid?" The answer somewhat surprised me, "researchers". Apparently the frequent capture-release monitoring of the local populations has resulted in a rather poignant behavioural change. A species which would otherwise be fearlessly hopping the rainforest understory has had its buzzing call muted. It was a potent reminder of our influence on the natural world, whether it represents a kind of Schroedinger's cat problem, in which our very observation and monitoring of a species ultimately impacts its natural behaviours, or whether it's something more intrusive or sinister like manipulation for an aesthetic image or poaching, respectively.
We have to go further in I told the guide. And so we walked, and we walked and still the frogs fell silent at the sound of our approaching footfalls. 6 hours later, 2 of which we left the already weedy trail completely to bushwhack, and we came to a spot where we crept up upon a calling frog. It continued its buzzing call despite undoubtedly having already seen us. I made sure to shoot without flash and with a long lens to prevent any kind of potential habituation/aversion. Moments later a second male appeared from behind a leaf and they immediately began to wrestle. They flipped one another repeatedly, interspersed with calls. Rather evenly matched, this went on for almost 15 minutes. Finally the victor held his ground, whilst the vanquished retreated from the hallowed ground.
Upon reviewing the photos and videos, I felt privileged to have witnessed such a behaviour from a vanishing species. This is perhaps even truer than I'd originally thought, the two males despite their verisimilitude actually appear to be different species/sub-species. While one has all the characteristics befitting O. lehmanni, the other whose white fingertips, slightly broadened head and differing banding patterns indicates some degree of hybridization with the very closely related Oophaga histrionica. Perhaps extinction will not come in the form of habitat loss or extinction (though harbour no illusions that this undoubtedly plays its role), but through hybridization, and its absorption into a larger more robust population. To purists and hobbyists this would still represent a tragedy, though perhaps it's a gentler swan song, a muting of a call rather than its abrupt silencing.
Photos from the Cauca Valley, Colombia.
pbertner.wordpress.com/ethical-exif-ee/
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EE Legend
-Health injury/stress levels (scale 1-10-->☠️)
👣-Translocation
⏳-time in captivity
📷 -in situ
- Manipulated subject
🎨 -Use of cloning or extensive post processing
↺ -Image rotation
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It wasn't so fun to drive with twisted/sprained neck and right shoulder since every time I tried to change lane to go right it was a pain but we still made it~
I twisted my ankle during shooting.
My left ankle is poor so I have sprained it several times.
At this time, I heard a sound of my ankle creak.
he's super motivated, a little too much
he sprained (probably) his hock the other day, it was swollen and he wasn't walking on it after a trip to the park where he did a lot of ball chasing, he got a couple of injections (anti-inflammatory and pain relief) and is much better now, but will still need to be rested for a fortnight or so, and has anti-inflammatory tablets.
Sitting in Berlin with a sprained ankle...I'm not good in the city jungle ...Mother Nature would never have done this to me...lol
The next week or so passed relatively quietly. My one ankle was sprained but wasn’t too bad; I was walking within a few days. I wanted to go out on patrol, to find Yin, but John wouldn’t let me, which was surprising. Obviously he’d gone soft in the hospital; he wasn’t pushing me like he used too, and acted more as a friend than a mentor. John mentioned an encounter he and my father and Bruce Wane had had with the League of Assassins; apparently years ago they tried to raze Gotham and Bruce and my father had fought them off.
As much as I hated to put Roy in danger now that he had a family, I did ask him to patrol for me every night until I got better. Now that he was a father, I only asked Roy to come out with me a couple times a week or in emergencies. He was staying with Evelyn’s family until he and Evelyn saved up for an apartment together and I didn’t want to stretch them too thin. I offered to pitch in initially, but they declined, wanting to earn it themselves. In any case, Roy (who just went out in a regular hoodie and domino mask, since both our suits were pretty much done) reported business as usual, not a lot of crime, and no more surprise visits from the League.
One night, Helena and I were out on a date together at some fancy restaurant John recommended. We sat in the ornately decorated restaurant, making sarcastic faux-posh comments about the decor and centerpieces and I looked at Helena, wondering how I could be so lucky. Her black hair had grown out in the last few months, accentuating her pale, heart-shaped face. Her eyes were a deep green, like jade. Gosh, she was beautiful.
“So, I got tickets to that blink concert, if you want to go,” she said. “If not, I’m sure I could find someone…”
“No, that sounds great!” I exclaimed. She was a big blink-182 fan, and I’d gone to see them with her a few times. They put on a good show. “Where are they playing again?”
“They’re doing a show in Gotham, for their anniversary. Tickets are almost sold out--which is understandable; they’ve got Milhowse, that Canadian band, opening up for them.”
“Ohh, nice.” Of course I had no idea who Milhowse was, but she seemed very excited. She was very much into pop-punk and was always going off about different bands.
All seemed well, but then I got a call from John. I glanced at Helena.
“Sorry, I have to take this.”
“No worries,” she said, giving me that brilliant smile.
I stepped into the bathroom.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Connor.” I could hear the urgency pushing John’s voice.
“John? Are you okay? Are-”
“He will be fine, if you comply.” I gulped. A menacing voice, tinged with an east-Asian accent.
“What have you done?”
“Come meet us at Queen Consolidated at midnight tonight and your friend will live. Come alone. Or your friend dies.”
I heard John shouting in the background, “Don’t do it Connor! Do-ARHG!” He was hit. Rage pulsed through my body at 100 miles an hour.
“Listen to me you bastard. Touch him again and you die. Mark my words.” The Asian man snickered. Another thought entered my mind.
“What have you done with Yin?”
“He is being...dealt with.”
I pursed my lips, thinking.
“Tell you what, if I win, you let Yin go as well. Otherwise we have no deal.”
“You’re really in no position to be making demands, but I’m feeling generous. If you win, Yin can go too. See you at midnight.”
He hung up. I looked at myself in the mirror; all the colour had drained from my face and I already looked weary. Taking a shaky breath, I plastered a smile on my face and walked out.
Immediately Helena was concerned. “Are you okay? You look awful!”
I tried my best to grin. “Yep. I’m just great.”
Taken just minutes before I badly sprained my ankle in this building, six months ago today. I hadn't posted many interior shots (it was fairly standard-issue abandoned building, but great views on the roof). I almost never post shots of just graffiti, but this was the zaniest bit I saw all year...there was also one referring to Fermat's Last Theorem!
i seem to have sprained my ankle pretty badly. after nine days of pain, adam drove me to niagara falls, ny last night for an xray. i came away with pain pills, crutches and this stylish air splint that isn't made for comfort!
A couple weeks ago I posted on the difficulties of spotting Oophaga lehmanni in the wild, and its threatened status (www.facebook.com/paul.bertner/posts/1954323497983506). After deliberating for a week, while cooped up with the flu and a sprained finger, and rummaging online for records of O. lehmanni, I was struck not only by the overall dearth, but by the almost complete lack of 'in situ' images, with not a single one illustrating behaviour or a decent representation of the environment. For a critically threatened species, one whose risk of extinction is quite high, this to me represented a tremendous oversight. Though I'd already tried and failed to capture some behaviour shots on a short previous expedition, I decided to dedicate a week to the endeavour, if for no other reason than to have a record befitting such an elegant species.
Travelling to the same site as before, I settled in to photograph calling behaviours. Setting aside a week to get this rather modest shot was giving myself quite a lot of latitude I thought...I was wrong. Three days in and I had little to show for my efforts, resorting to shooting at 300mm + 1.4X TC, I was still struggling to surprise this elusive gem. Though I could hear the frogs calling, and could even see them doing so, creeping up on them and getting a respectable photo was proving an altogether different kind of a problem.
I tried remote shooting (however they rarely returned to the same perch, causing the framing to be off), I tried hides (though after waiting 2-3hrs in mosquito infested areas with the slightest movement causing the frogs to go diving back into root tangles proved frustrating to say the least). Nothing seemed to work, and I was beginning to despair.
This begged the question, "Why would a poisonous species which supposedly has no known predators be so timid?" The answer somewhat surprised me, "researchers". Apparently the frequent capture-release monitoring of the local populations has resulted in a rather poignant behavioural change. A species which would otherwise be fearlessly hopping the rainforest understory has had its buzzing call muted. It was a potent reminder of our influence on the natural world, whether it represents a kind of Schroedinger's cat problem, in which our very observation and monitoring of a species ultimately impacts its natural behaviours, or whether it's something more intrusive or sinister like manipulation for an aesthetic image or poaching, respectively.
We have to go further in I told the guide. And so we walked, and we walked and still the frogs fell silent at the sound of our approaching footfalls. 6 hours later, 2 of which we left the already weedy trail completely to bushwhack, and we came to a spot where we crept up upon a calling frog. It continued its buzzing call despite undoubtedly having already seen us. I made sure to shoot without flash and with a long lens to prevent any kind of potential habituation/aversion. Moments later a second male appeared from behind a leaf and they immediately began to wrestle. They flipped one another repeatedly, interspersed with calls. Rather evenly matched, this went on for almost 15 minutes. Finally the victor held his ground, whilst the vanquished retreated from the hallowed ground.
Upon reviewing the photos and videos, I felt privileged to have witnessed such a behaviour from a vanishing species. This is perhaps even truer than I'd originally thought, the two males despite their verisimilitude actually appear to be different species/sub-species. While one has all the characteristics befitting O. lehmanni, the other whose white fingertips, slightly broadened head and differing banding patterns indicates some degree of hybridization with the very closely related Oophaga histrionica. Perhaps extinction will not come in the form of habitat loss or extinction (though harbour no illusions that this undoubtedly plays its role), but through hybridization, and its absorption into a larger more robust population. To purists and hobbyists this would still represent a tragedy, though perhaps it's a gentler swan song, a muting of a call rather than its abrupt silencing.
Photos from the Cauca Valley, Colombia.
pbertner.wordpress.com/ethical-exif-ee/
---------------------
EE Legend
-Health injury/stress levels (scale 1-10-->☠️)
👣-Translocation
⏳-time in captivity
📷 -in situ
- Manipulated subject
🎨 -Use of cloning or extensive post processing
↺ -Image rotation