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After many years of putting up a variety of birdhouses we finally have a nesting pair of swallows who have taken up our offer and moved in to one of them. They are very attentive parents and are constantly checking the contents of their new home which I assume is one or two eggs.? Two years ago we did find a flying squirrel nesting in one of the other bird houses. The flying squirrel is nocturnal so we had no idea he/she was there until I went to take it down for some maintenance. I almost fell off the ladder when he/she jumped on my shoulder.
It's not much of a photo but I couldn't help but share our delight at our new tenants.
I've had great fun testing out the slow motion video function on my new camera on this pair - but - I am definitely not a videographer.
P.S. I don't own a 300mm f2.8 lens so I don't know why the EXIF info on this shot says that was what it was taken with ... wish I did own one. The photo was taken with a Sigma/Bigma 50-500mm Minolta a-mount with a mount adaptor.
- Rosa's Garden of Earthly Delights, Keefer Lake, Ontario, Canada -
For those who have been following along with the saga of the solar-powered faux candles - here they are!! And I learned several things in the process of getting them to function:
1) when faced with big jobs like tax info organization, I will instead choose smaller more manageable tasks,
2) I am like a terrier with a bone, I’ll keep at it until I’m pleased with the results,
3) problem solving is best done after a nap - my brain evidently comes up with possibilities as I sleep,
4) when in doubt, go back to the source to see if they give you clues as to how to proceed or to solve,
5) FB’s bots follow all your likes and will put things in your path to buy again - probably IG and Amazon too,
6) I am often so anxious to show you things that I put up pictures of things that aren’t picture perfect - I should clean them up before posting
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What can I know? What shall I do? What may I hope? What is man? Did I waste my life? Was I useful to others? Do I deserve the love I am given? I don't know the answers. But I am rather ignorant, in pain and despair but alive - than perfect, without questions, and dead.
Actually, it's good fishing in the Wisconsin river so this juvenile great blue heron was having a good day while I paddled by. The fires in Minnesota & Ontario made the air smell like a giant campfire and the light really strange.
30/12/2017; Earlier this month, I visited Haarlem twice to shoot this ship in the river Spaarne that's covered in Christmas lights, however I had the bad luck that these lights weren't on during both of these visits.
While I still couldn't give this idea a rest, I also knew there are some ships lit up with Christmas lights in Weesp. Clearly I had better luck over there. :)
By 17:40 ish it had opened one pair of wings but the centre pair were still partially stuck, so I gingerly parted them with a pen.
And, PING! all was well !
Here it is still not ready to go as the wings are still not at full tightness, but an hour later it was gone.
It does have a dent in the left eye complex, so it's possible i shall recognise it if I see it around!
Success is not final.
Failure is not fatal:
It is the courage to
Continue that counts.
-Winston Churchill
Over the winter I worked on making 2 sets of armor. This one was originally made as a man's armor but I re-purposed pieces so that they would fit Loren's small frame.
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La zona della città caratterizzata dal Ponte Vecchio si riferisce al ponte romano costruito intorno al III secolo che oltrepassava la Dora Baltea e portava fuori le mura difensive, nel cosiddetto Borghetto, un arroccamento di antiche case e botteghe artigianali, successivamente racchiuso da mura difensive a tre accessi, rispettivamente verso Banchette, Pavone e Torino.
Nei secoli successivi, il ponte fu rifatto in legno, mentre nel Medioevo fu rinforzato e provvisto di due torrette, di cui quella esterna aveva anche un ponte levatoio. Intorno al XVII secolo il legno fu sostituito da un ponte in muratura, quindi ancora rinforzato nel secolo successivo, e successivamente allargato nel 1830. (VEDI)
Ivrea, da Biella è al di là della Serra. Mai che io pensi che al di là della Serra c'è (o c'era) la provincia di Torino: per me è solo Ivrea e Canavese
1] Ivrea (TO), altre foto
A day out on the 10th December, which was to be my last outing of 2025, to photograph Kingfishers. Weather was very variable.
I didn't expect much but ended up getting several visits through the day.
At last the Kingfisher climbs away with a Fish.
The Common Kingfisher is a small bird with unmistakable plumage. Its back is bright metallic blue and its breast is a coppery-brown. The beak is long and black, though females have a orange patch at the base.
Ieri notte mi è successa una cosa bellissima…
percorrevo il solito tragitto della metro gialla, fino a casa mia, con sul lettore mp3 una canzone messa in loop….che da qualche giorno è la mia ossessione…(per un sacco di motivi....ma anche perché è in inglese, si, ma il testo è breve e semplicissimo…ho imparato le parole e la canto bene…senza sbagliare..o farfugliare pronunce improbabili!!!)
Tenevo la testa appoggiata sul braccio, a sua volta appoggiato nel ferro del sedile delle metro….(quando viaggio la sera sto sempre in questa posizione..molto rilassante)
….per tutto il tragitto c’era un tizio di fronte a me…si vedeva che era pensieroso…..occhi enormi, arrossatissimi….sguardo perso…. (o magari semplicemente si era ammazzato di canne…)
Io pensavo …a pensieri….pensieri di ogni genere…..futuro, lavoro, studio, passioni, amori, non amori, sessi, non sessi..dubbi e perplessità, varie ed eventuali…. ….le solite stronzate di noi femmine….(ho notato che mi piace crogiolarmi nelle mie insicurezze, la sera quando torno dal lavoro…)
Uscita dalla metro c’era il diluvio….una pioggia fortissima, ogni goccia era cicciona ma non pesante…morbida….molto dolce…
….ho iniziato a correre sotto la pioggia a più non posso (ok …sono lentissima..il mio “più non posso” corrisponderà ad un “passo svelto” per la maggior parte degli esseri umani!!!)…e nel lettore sempre quella canzone …..ad un tratto..avevo il fiatone….e ho rallentato, fino a riprendere una andatura calma e rilassata….percepivo adesso i capelli bagnati, e le gocce che mi cadevano dappertutto, sul viso…e il vestitino tutto appiccicato addosso..(che faceva molto porno star anni 90)…e ho cominciato a ridere….ad amare la pioggia…..
impagabile sensazione di libertà…
….. ho pensato che sarei anche potuta morire, quando la canzone sarebbe finita per l’ennesima volta….
For more than half an hour, I watched her as she stood there, motionless, with her eyes fixed on something! I knew she was waiting for that perfect time to make the move to what might have been her last meal of the day!
Wishing you all a HAPPY, PEACEFUL and a BLESSED Sunday/New Week!
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I've always wanted to photograph badgers, but have had a hard time finding them and photographing them.
I spotted my first Badger down in San Benito County in 2017 while photographing Golden Eagles. That sighting was on a distant hillside. This sighting was a lot closer, and I was thrilled to get a clean image just past sunset at a crazy low shutter speed and high ISO. Amazing how modern cameras focus in such low light and how much post-processing software has advanced. It's always a great feeling to get a nemesis species, especially when battling challenging conditions to do so and after a 7-year wait!
Species: American Badger (Taxidea taxus)
Location: California, USA
Equipment: Canon EOS R5 + RF 100-500mm IS
Settings: 1/10s, ISO: 12800, f/7.1 @500mm, Handheld, Electronic Shutter
Have you ever noticed how people often identify success in several different ways? For the ℎ in these photos yesterday morning was pretty successful as he heads off into the distance to eat his breakfast that consists largely of meat that is on the rare side.
On the other hand, the vole probably would not classify the morning's outing as a success. Success depends on your point of view.
Couple things to note on the second photo. Right before this photo was taken there was a brief struggle in the cornfield as the harrier established who was daddy.
As he takes off, he still does not have total control. His right leg is not firmly attached to the vole as it was in later photos and if you look closely at his head, the harrier is flying blindly as he turns his head around and tries to ascertain what needs to be done to the load on his undercarriage.
And another thing, I felt I might have been the most successful of the 3 involved here; the vole is dead, the harrier had to eat the disgusting thing and I got to record it all from a safe distance.
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After so many failed attempts, she finally managed to stand up on the board! :)
Have a lovely day, everyone...
Ever since I saw my first Ospreys back in 2013, diving in a local storm water pond for Goldfish, Koi or Catfish I was hooked. Every summer since I scout various storm water ponds around Greater Toronto Area over the week-ends for an opportunity to watch and photograph the spectacle. Sometimes I get lucky, most often I don't. These storm water ponds are mecca for migrating Ospreys. By end of first week of September they are very much gone from our area. A very narrow window of opportunity, but what an opportunity that is because of proximity of these ponds and their relative smaller size afford photographing these magnificent birds from close range.
We watched this coyote catch 4 or 5 field mice on an early morning hunt in the frosty grasses in Yellowstone Park. Some went down in one gulp.
Raised our first Monarch! She rested on the bougainvillea for a couple of hours drying her wings, before flying away. We now have a few more caterpillars in the "butterfly nursery."
. . . may be a good way to describe a flower. I don't like hearing "spectacular" to describe a bombing. Michigan lily (lilium michiganense) in my native wildflower garden now. Webster Groves, Missouri.