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African Jacanas are equipped with long, gangly legs and clawed toes, making it possible for them to walk over floating hydrophytes – usually water lilies – with impressive agility. Female African Jacanas (which are larger than their mates) defend territories, which include multiple males in adjacent areas. Females lily-hop from male to male, laying about four eggs, marbled with light brown and black for camouflage. She then moves on, leaving the male to do all the dirty work. He sits on the eggs and, after they hatch, dedicates himself to rearing the chicks. This stay-at-home dad even carries his young ones under his wings to keep them safe and warm until they are about two or three weeks old.
The latest of my large walkers started again from the bottom up. I actually build the body on the legs once they are put together. and in this case it was an easy go. Not super poseable but definitely stands well and has an impressive look. This was greatly inspired by the Zentradi from the old macross cartoons I grew up with.
Video of wild camp:
Winter had been , well sporadic to say the least this year, and when February was only a few weeks old, any remnants of snow were soon to be vanquished as spring /summer like conditions took hold over the UK.
12 months prior and a weather pattern saw the UK blasted by cold easterly winds for a number of weeks , finally becoming known as the 2018 Beast from the East! This year and the balance was re addressed with the winds being stuck from the Azores and Africa. Scotland (and the UK) posted record high temperatures for February an the dust on my ice axes showed no sign of being re homed
I was starting to feel resentment at the weather, but eventually decided to take a different outlook. So winter had gone AWOL for a few weeks and spring had well and truly peeked her head above the wall. Instead of pitying the decline of winter, I embraced this early blast of summer and got my camping gear out and headed for a summit camp!
I didn’t have too much time so scoured the maps for a nearby location and decided on a hill within a 30 minute drive from my front door.
Leaving the car , the temperature was recorded at 16.5!! The last time I had been here, it was mid August and I reckon the temperature was under half this! The wind and driving rain certainly didn’t help on the last trip! Tis time the skies were blue and winds light and I set about getting on the top to try and find a suitable pitch before darkness descended. The weather was summery , but the hours of daylight can’t be altered and I was soon pitching the tent in time for a lovely sunset. Water collected and tea warmed up, I settled back into the tent for a few hours to allow the last rays of sun and light to fade, before venturing out to do a bit of star gazing.
Not only had it been unseasonably mild, it had also been super dry! I spent around 2 hours gazing upwards (much of this was lying on my back in my socks gazing a the stars and satellites as they crossed the sky.) No moon at this time so the sky was alight with stars and the milky way was visible stretching across the dome above me.
Having taken a few star shots I eventually hit the hay, and unusually, had a great nights sleep before waking to catch a lovely dawn and sunrise. The tent came down and I was soon heading the short distance back to the car , and civilisation for the weekend A fine adventure
bathed in the stark contrasts of morning light and deep shadows, a lone woman strides purposefully through the streets of palma. dressed in white, her movement is swift and unyielding, undeterred by the interplay of light and darkness that envelops her. each step is decisive, driven by an inner resolve and a clear sense of direction. the avenues near plaça espanya become a mere backdrop to her determined journey, where the nuances of light and shade seem irrelevant to her focused path.
Striding edge is one of my favorite places in the world, its great that I can make it across there in just a day and with the glorious weather Friday, thats just what I did
Street captures, Hong Kong
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This was shot with a Nikon L35AF, a point and shoot film camera with a 35mm lens, on Portra 400. I used to to be too intrusive with my photography and felt I was disrupting the emotions of my subjects and thus affecting the scene as a whole. I'm currently forcing myself to not take shots where that becomes an issue. I'm a big fan of Daido Moriyama and this was shot from the hip with my camera by my side, just like he would.
There's many fashionable people in Harajuku and it definitely became my favourite place to hang out in Tokyo.
n the old town of barcelona, a passerby strides along a striking pink backdrop, a vibrant contrast to the muted tones of their attire. the walls whisper tales of the past, with patches and textures speaking to the city's rich tapestry. it's a scene where urban life and colorful history intersect, with each step along the cobbled streets adding to the narrative of this bustling catalan corner.
Brilliant late afternoon reflection from a Strider Club catamaran, Spice Island, Old Portsmouth. Last one of my little set, wish I'd have taken more in this fantastic light.
I captured this scene hand held with my Canon 50mm f1.4 lens with polariser. For a brief period the winter light was purely sublime. Within 15 minutes the moment had passed, Freezing fog descended (you can see it approaching), so glad I managed to bag a few shots.
Fusion blended in Photomatix from a single RAW (loving non Details Enhancer HDR processing right now), plus further enhancements in Photoshop.
Jerusalem, Israel: Most likely, I conjecture, this woman was carrying on her head a stack of folded boxes she’d collected for personal use, from a store, on the commercial street in the distance behind her. The happy, coincidental juxtaposition of her walking stride, with that of the pair of running legs on the bus poster, came to my attention only later, when viewing the photograph on my computer. Less happy, however, was my discovery that she had noticed me - and from the look of her facial expression it seems, the feeling was mutual.
1843-1888 RIP.
Born Elisabeth Gustafsdotter to Gustaf Ericsson & Beatta Carlsdotter on the 27th of November 1843, on a farm called Stora Tumlehed in Torslanda parish, north of Gothenburg, Sweden. She was baptized on December 5 of that year and confirmed in a church in Torslanda.
On the 14th October 1860, she moved to the parish of Carl Johan in Gothenburg. She worked as a domestic for Lars Frederick Olofsson, a workman with 4 children.
She married John Stride on the 7th of March 1869. John passed on the 24th October 1884.
She met & started living with Michael Kidney in 1885.
Her grave is at the East London Cemetery.
Nikon F4. AF Nikkor 14mm F2.8D lens. Fujifilm Provia 400X 35mm E6 slide film.
Background info obtained from Casebook.org.