Circle B Bar Reserve
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you have to pay to get closer to the circle, but then you need to wait until it is officially open and teeming with people. Unfortunately there was no sun when we visited it.
man muss heute Geld zahlen, um näher an die Steine zu können, ,aber dann muss man auf den offiiziellen Start warten und es wimmelt von Menschen.
Leider war kein Sonnenstrahl in Sicht als wir dort waren
Since their 2006 breakout album, Rodrigo y Gabriela are long established masters of their instruments, whether its Rodrigo's shimmering, hummingbird flourishes or Gabriela's extraordinary engine-room rhythm. Dancing between world and rock and teeming with Hispanic passion, the fire in Rodrigo y Gabriela's music stems from the duo's life-long passion for jazz, flamenco and heavy metal. Cultivating a unique sound on acoustic guitars and moving from raging speed to sensual soul.
We don't have majestic mountains, ocean views, or teeming jungles here in the midwest, but we have beautiful lakes and streams.
It was our lucky day when we arrived at the lake and found this man out in his blue kayak, and the larches lit up in golden hues.
vibrant fall reflections
golden larches, maples, and oaks
spilling across the lake
Image and haiku by John Henry Gremmer
A common beautiful bird found in the foothills of the Himalayas. I love the brown toned colors of the bird. The bird belongs to the babbler species, hence a bit noisy and very social.
It was a cold foggy evening when we sighted the bird on a hillside after a steep climb. The place was teeming with activity - many species of small birds and some of these Sibias. I couldn't get most of the species that day since it was quite difficult to get footing on the slippery slope and the weather was terrible. But I was quite happy to have spent some time with these Sibias.
Thank you so much in advance for your views, feedback and faves.
Family: Cichlidae
Species: African Cichlids
Scientific Name: Sciaenochromis fryeri
Seen teeming in the HHV ponds
(A memory from May 2004)
The Roman Forum
Ancient Rome is considered the Roman civilization from the founding of the Italian city of Rome in the 8th century BC to the collapse of the Western Roman Empire in the 5th century AD.
The civilization began as a settlement on the Italian Peninsula, in 753 BC, that grew into the city of Rome. The Roman Empire expanded to become one of the largest empires in the ancient world, with an estimated 50 to 90 million inhabitants (roughly 20% of the world's population at the time) covering 5.0 million square kilometres at its height in AD 117.
The Roman Forum is a rectangular plaza surrounded by the ruins of several important ancient government buildings at the center of Rome. Citizens of the ancient city referred to this space, originally a marketplace, as the Forum Magnum.
For centuries the Forum was the center of day-to-day life in Rome: the site of triumphal processions and elections; the venue for public speeches, criminal trials, and gladiatorial matches; and the nucleus of commercial affairs. The teeming heart of ancient Rome, it has been called the most celebrated meeting place in all history. the Forum is located in the small valley between the Palatine and Capitoline Hills. Today the Forum is a sprawling ruin of architectural fragments and intermittent archaeological excavations.
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(Canon PowerShot S400, 125 @ f 7.1) Edited to Taste.
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Female Black Redstart with prey| Phoenicurus ochruros | 07-2022 | Ticino | Switzerland
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My latest ANIMAL VIDEO (warning, it's a bit shocking): www.youtube.com/watch?v=4T2-Xszz7FI
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So this is actually my first bird photo that I am happy with. Naturally, my underwhelming performance in the beaks-and-feather department is nobody's fault but mine (well, and the birds', obviously 😉). I just find avian photography incredibly hard; without some sort of camouflaged bird hide or a bazooka-sized zoom lens that allows you to keep a distance, our feathery friends tend to immediately spot two-legged intruders, and usually they avoid us "nature paparazzi" like the plague (and I can't blame them: after all, we humans are rarely a cause for joy and jubilation in the animal kingdom).
Building a bird hide was never going to work for me since it would conflict with my natural laziness, but what limits my photographic options even further is my stubborn insistence on concentrating solely on the fauna in my garden and its immediate surroundings. Because my garden - my little tropical paradise as I like to call it - is actually rather tiny: it's 40 square-meters, tops.
The main reason I force myself to adhere to this "strictly-garden rule" is to have a distinct profile for my website - www.lacerta-bilineata.com/other-fauna - and my Flickr gallery, because there already are millions of wildlife photographers, and most of them are vastly more talented than I am (and probably also less lazy 😉).
But operating within such a limited space also poses an interesting challenge, and it makes this photographic journey of mine more personal, because it forces me to look closer at the place I call home, and through my daily "safaris" in my garden I actually feel more connected to all the many lifeforms that share this little oasis with me.
There is an obvious downside though: Even though I've slightly "stretched" these rules - anything outside my garden is fair game as long as I don't stray further than 5 meters from the premises or I manage to photograph it from within my garden - certain animals are just very hard to capture (if they ever show up at all).
Which brings me back to my original subject: birds. And thankfully, at least some of them DO show up in and around my garden - but man, these fellas are a picky, nervous bunch. They like my garden just fine - just as long as I'm not in it. I can't remember a single time over the past year since I acquired my new camera that I had a clear shot of even so much as a feather, let alone the kind of detailed portrait I usually aim for.
Imagine my delight this summer when I realized a pair of cute black redstarts had built their nest underneath my neighbor's roof, and in order to quench their chicks' seemingly endless appetite, Mr and Mrs redstart could ill afford passing up the opportunity to hunt in a garden teeming with insect life such as mine - even when I was present.
It still took a lot of patience until mama redstart trusted me enough to get this close, but in the end I finally got my first presentable bird photo 😊
As always, many greetings from Switzerland; try to stay out of the heat and let me know what you think in the comments!
Schwalbenschwanz - Swallowtail (Papilio machaon) | 05-2022 | Ticino | Switzerland
If anyone can identify the grasshopper, that would be helpful, thank you!
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My latest ANIMAL VIDEO (warning, it's a bit shocking): www.youtube.com/watch?v=4T2-Xszz7FI
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
The wild garden around my vacation home in Ticino, where all the photos you can see in my Flickr gallery are from (well, some have been taken a couple of meters outside, but that still counts in my book 😉), had been a cause of contention between me and my mom for some time.
At the root of the conflict was the upper part of the garden, which originally had been conceived by my dear mother as a vegetable patch, but, left to its own devices by me after I "inherited" it, had developed into a marvelous oasis of pure botanic chaos teeming with insect life.
Mom was not amused. Although she - like all in our family - is very much in favor of letting nature roam freely around the house, and she loves all creatures big and small, she (unlike me) does draw a line somewhere. That line was the vegetable patch.
And she let her disapproval be known, and very clearly; she kept pestering me about my unwillingness to pluck the weeds (my response: "What weeds - there are no weeds: I'm creating a functioning ecosystem here, mom!") for several years, until my stubborn refusal made her reach her breaking point. She'd finally had enough.
My mom is a cunning old lady of nearly 80 years (79 to be precise), the matriarch and evil genius of our family (make no mistake: that house and garden are still HERS - and forever will be, regardless what it says on some sheet of paper), and so like a James Bond villain plotting revenge, she hatched a diabolic plan.
One day, when I was gone for a couple of weeks, she let me know via e-mail she had decided to turn this ugly weed jungle of mine into a flowery meadow. There was nothing I could do as she had already ordered a local gardening company to level that part of the garden, and once that was accomplished, as she described with obvious relish, the gardener would plant the most beautiful wild flowers and turn this ugly mess of mine into a colorful paradise.
I was not amused by this at all, as you might imagine, but there was nothing I could do to save my gorgeous oasis of chaos, so I grumpily accepted "my" garden's fate. After that, my mom avoided me whenever she could, and when she couldn't, she wouldn't mention the garden at all. This didn't strike me as odd, since I assumed she might feel at least a little bit guilty about her sneaky move (at this point, I hadn't seen the "improved" version of the garden yet).
Cut to a few weeks later, when I went back to Ticino and finally DID see the "flowery meadow" and "colorful paradise" my dear mother had ordered. My jaw dropped. But in shock - not in awe of flowery beauty of any kind: as there were NO flowers of any kind. What there was, was sod. Plain, ugly sod, completely devoid of any insect (or other animal) life, already turning into a brownish yellow due to a lack of rain in the past weeks.
You see, my mom's Italian is not very good (in fact, it's so far from good that it could be argued she doesn't speak it at all) and as it turned out, there had been a "slight" misunderstanding. Instead of planting gorgeous wild flowers, the local gardener (whose Italian is impeccable by the way), put turf rolls down after he'd leveled my oasis; turf rolls of the kind that is usually used for sterile football fields.
OK (you, dear reader, might say at this point); sad story, bro - but what does it have to do with the swallowtail in the photo? The answer is: everything. The past autumn and all through spring this year I've been planting wild flowers in that garden like a mad botanist; I've planted field scabiouses and red clover, ox-eye daisies, echium, salvia and thyme and lavender as well as plants for the caterpillars of the in Switzerland rare swallowtail butterfly such as fennel and wild carrots.
This was my desperate attempt to undo the damage and terrible devastation my mother's wrath had brought upon the earth (well, my garden's earth anyway) and turn this sod-desert into an oasis of pure botanic chaos and a colorful paradise teeming with insect life once more.
And it worked! Ever since those plants started flowering my garden has been an attraction for all kinds of butterflies and generally insects, even rare ones - and, obviously, my dearest guest and visitor that you can see in the photo above: the swallowtail.
These gorgeous butterflies are now steady guests, and they even laid their eggs on the fennel (which is now a nursery for cute swallowtail caterpillars). So in the end, my mom's will prevailed (as is always the case with the wills of all moms all over the world - don't kid yourselves, kids 😉). My weeds are gone, there now is indeed a flowery meadow - and there's even vegetables (although the fennel is strictly for the swallowtails 😊).
I have a creeping suspicion maybe my mom's Italian is better than she lets on...
Since their 2006 breakout album, Rodrigo y Gabriela are long established masters of their instruments, whether its Rodrigo's shimmering, hummingbird flourishes or Gabriela's extraordinary engine-room rhythm. Dancing between world and rock and teeming with Hispanic passion, the fire in Rodrigo y Gabriela's music stems from the duo's life-long passion for jazz, flamenco and heavy metal. Cultivating a unique sound on acoustic guitars and moving from raging speed to sensual soul, brace yourself for a truly explosive performance.
A common resident kingfisher found throughout the country and apparently the most common kingfisher found in the world. Shot this picture on banks of Zuari River in Goa - a pristine Mangrove forest with an amazing amount of wildlife.
The birds - I think - are at the beginning of nesting season and we sighted the male and female near a mangrove tree hollow which the bird guide informed us was the nest. I don't think there were any chicks yet though.
The area was teeming with Kingfishers - 5 species infact and we sighted ~25 of them in total. Majority were these Common Kingfishers, then the Stork Billed Kingfishers (maybe 7-10), Collared Kingfishers (5-6), 3-4 White Throated kingfishers and then the rare Black Capped Kingfisher - apparently, there are only two of them. We visited during the low tide when the birds were out in the shallow waters hunting.
Thank you very much in advance for your views, feedback and faves.
Boar Mill Cottage has it all; comfort, history, intrigue and a story to tell. As a former bakery, the three-bedroom stone cottage is teeming with quirky original features from the old bread oven in the dining room to remnants of the bakers’ implements still in the cottage. It sits in the shadows of the towering Corfe Castle in its eponymous village.
This fine feathered fellow stood on this rock preening his feathers for quite some time. This was taken at Catalina Cove on the northwest coast of Aruba. This cove has maybe the best from-shore snorkeling I've ever experienced; as soon as you get in the water you're surrounded by beautiful fish in the pristine water. The cove is quite rocky but most of the rocks are submerged and teeming with life. There are beautiful beaches just before and beyond the cove.
The Old City of Jerusalem has been a center of culture, religion and history for thousands of years, from the time of the Judean kings and the Roman era through the Islamic Empire to the modern State of Israel.
Every brick and stone is teeming with history. No trip to the Middle East is complete without wandering through alleys of the bazaar, walking the ramparts and exploring the Old City’s rich history at the Western Wall, Church of the Holy Sepulchre, Temple Mount (Al-Aqsa) or Tower of David Museum.
One from the 2021 Travel Archives:
The Mrs. tends to like adventures a bit more than I. Our first, what I would call “crazy’ adventure was pulling our newly acquired travel-trailer from California to Homer Alaska, 3,400 miles one way.
The trip entailed pulling that trailer through axle-deep mud on the Alaskan Canadian (ALCAN) highway. The adventure turned gloomy when we woke up in Homer Alaska on the morning 9/11 to learn that aircraft had crashed into New York’s twin towers. Needless to say, it was a long and worrisome trip home.
Several years and several adventures later, she still wants to head out to anywhere that challenges my ability to keep a smile on my face. For example, here we are floating down a Costa Rican River in pouring rain This makes her break into a beaming smile, while I do my best to keep my chin up until cocktail hour.... Oh well, Life is Good 😅
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Costa Rica is a rugged, rain forested Central American country with coastlines on the Caribbean and Pacific. Though its capital, San Jose, is home to cultural institutions like the Pre-Columbian Gold Museum, Costa Rica is known for its beaches, volcanoes, and biodiversity. Roughly a quarter of its area is made up of protected jungle, teeming with wildlife including monkeys and colorful birds. ― Google
During colonial times the islands in the Bay of Honduras were frequently occupied by European armies, mostly by Britain and Spain. The British occupied the Bay Islands between 1550 and 1700 and English is the first language of native islanders.
Roatán has become an important tourism destination in Honduras. The entire 33-mile island is surrounded by a shallow reef, an underwater garden of coral and sponges teeming with marine life. It is best known as a premier scuba-diving destination, but is also known for dense jungles, retro-Caribbean towns, beach-shack menus and authentic island charm
Another instance and yet anotehr waterfall from our tenth day of Journey between Siglufjordur and Bloenduos along Iceland's Northfjords. It is simply mind-bogging how many waterfalls there are in Iceland.
The most common bird in our region - along with the Crow and Sparrow probably. Though the most colorful of the three. They are found mostly in the countryside where they are seen hunting insects.
The forest was teeming with insects and dragonflies and that attracted a number of green bee-eaters. They were hunting and chasing each other for much of the time.
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Foro Romano
El Foro Romano (en latín, Forum Romanum, aunque los romanos se referían a él comúnmente como Forum Magnum o simplemente Forum) era el foro de la ciudad de Roma, es decir, la zona central —semejante a las plazas centrales en las ciudades actuales— donde se encuentran las instituciones de gobierno, de mercado y religiosas. Al igual que hoy en día, era donde tenían lugar el comercio, los negocios, la prostitución, la religión y la administración de justicia. En él se situaba el hogar comunal.
Series de restos de pavimento muestran que sedimentos erosionados desde las colinas circundantes ya estaban elevando el nivel del foro en la primera época de la República. Originalmente había sido un terreno pantanoso, que fue drenado por los Tarquinios mediante la Cloaca Máxima. Su pavimento de travertino definitivo, que aún puede verse, data del reinado de César Augusto.
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The Roman Forum
The Roman Forum, also known by its Latin name Forum Romanum (Italian: Foro Romano), is a rectangular forum (plaza) surrounded by the ruins of several important ancient government buildings at the center of the city of Rome. Citizens of the ancient city referred to this space, originally a marketplace, as the Forum Magnum, or simply the Forum.
For centuries the Forum was the center of day-to-day life in Rome: the site of triumphal processions and elections; the venue for public speeches, criminal trials, and gladiatorial matches; and the nucleus of commercial affairs. Here statues and monuments commemorated the city's great men. The teeming heart of ancient Rome, it has been called the most celebrated meeting place in the world, and in all history.Located in the small valley between the Palatine and Capitoline Hills, the Forum today is a sprawling ruin of architectural fragments and intermittent archaeological excavations attracting 4.5 million or more sightseers yearly.
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How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!
And yet this time remov'd was summer's time,
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,
Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me
But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Sonnet 97
William Shakespeare
The snow is falling on Tranquility Isle. Come and enjoy the beauty of winter with us!
Taken at Tranquility Isle
One of the few species of birds where males and females are both amazingly beautiful. The male has a rich scarlet color plumage while the female is bright yellow as in this picture.
These are predominantly found in the Himalayan belt and much of North East India. But they are also found in parts of the Eastern India - something I didn't know till recently. The birds behaviour is quite similar to the other minivets and we sighted them foraging on the upper canopy.
Last few days was very tiring - I participated in a 2-day birdwalk organized by the city birding group at a thick forest area 7-8 hours away. The area was spectacular and was teeming with bird life. On the very first day, we climbed a rickety water tower and on top of that found these birds along with the very rare Ashy minivet - both of which are strictly upper canopy birds. The whole trip we had some amazing sightings, but photography in a thick canopy area with 5 Kg gear was very hard - especially when we had to walk several kms in some tough terrain!
Thank you so much in advance for your views, feedback and faves.
These are from the various walking trails for miles behind our rental house by the Cowlitz River. In addition to drought conditions, the forest fire smoke haze from the surrounding states were ruthless during most of our stay.
Moody, beautiful and strange atmosphere. Extremely dry and hazy. Almost no breeze the entire week. Very quiet forests - a far cry from when we visited the Northwestern Tip of the US in 2019, which was lush, moist and teeming with active wildlife. The day after we left there seemed to be some relief in the form of rain.
My heart goes out to those on the front lines fighting these horrible fires and to those who have lost everything as a result of them. Not to sound all prophetic but with these and all of the other fires burning out of control in the world it is clearly a sign of a much bigger fate for all of us if we don't take action as a species.
This cave combines as an excellent snorkeling location in Niue thanks to its turquoise cave pool teeming with fish and coral. Only accessible at low tide, the Avaiki Cave is accessible down a short sea track in Makefu taking you through a large tunnel to get to the main event. The Avaiki Cave is said to be the landing place of the first Polynesians to the island
Towering 18 metres above the ground, the Treetop Walkway is a chance to get closer to Kew’s trees.
From its heights you can observe the complex ecosystem of the trees' uppermost branches, a world teeming with birds and insects, lichen and fungi.
At ground level, sculptures carved from tree trunks illustrate microscopic elements of trees to explain how they grow.
Happy Saturday for Stairs!
A capital city high in the Andes, Quito is dramatically situated, squeezed between mountain peaks whose greenery is concealed by the afternoon mist. Modern apartment buildings and modest concrete homes creep partway up the slopes, and busy commercial thoroughfares lined with shops and choked with traffic turn into peaceful neighborhoods on Sundays. Warm and relaxed, traditional Ecuadorian Sierra culture – overflowing market stands, shamanistic healers, fourth-generation hatmakers – mixes with a vibrant and sophisticated culinary and nightlife scene.
The city's crown jewel is its 'Old Town,' a Unesco World Heritage Site packed with colonial monuments and architectural treasures. No sterile, museum mile, its handsomely restored blocks – with 17th-century facades, picturesque plazas and magnificent art-filled churches – pulse with everyday life. Travelers, and many locals too, head to the 'gringolandia' of Mariscal Sucre, a compact area of guesthouses, travel agencies, multicultural eateries and teeming bars.
Shot on the edges of a large lake teeming with activity. But the wind played spoilsport and we couldn't go boating due to the heavy rocking of the boat. So took time to shoot these very common resident birds in flight. The backgrounds were fantastic and I got what I wanted.
Many thanks for your views, likes and feedback. Much appreciated.
Early evening at The Old Mill at Lower Slaughter in the Cotswolds, Gloucestershire.
This is a 6-second exposure with an ND1000 and a circular polarizer.
The mill wheel was moving very slow and the river Eye is low, but teeming with rainbow/brown trout in the 2-4lb bracket.
This Grade II-listed water mill, dating from the early 1800s, has an undershot waterwheel and a chimney for additional steam power. The building is now a museum, having last been used commercially as a mill in 1958.
Taken with Samyang's manual 12mm F2.0 lens @ F5.6.
As the moonlight shines down on the barren forest, the lifeless trees seem to whisper their secrets to the wind. Their gnarled and twisted branches tell a story of a long-forgotten past, of a time when the forest was teeming with life. Once, the forest was a lush and vibrant place, filled with the chirping of birds, the buzz of insects, and the rustling of leaves. The trees were young and strong, their branches reaching up towards the sky in a proud and majestic display. But as time passed, the forest began to change. The climate grew colder, and the sun's warm rays became scarce. The trees struggled to survive, their leaves withering and falling to the ground. The animals fled, and the forest grew quiet and still. As the years turned into centuries, the trees continued to endure. They grew twisted and gnarled, their branches reaching out like bony fingers in a desperate attempt to grasp what little life remained. The forest became a place of eerie silence, haunted by the memories of what once was.
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A capital city high in the Andes, Quito is dramatically situated, squeezed between mountain peaks whose greenery is concealed by the afternoon mist. Modern apartment buildings and modest concrete homes creep partway up the slopes, and busy commercial thoroughfares lined with shops and choked with traffic turn into peaceful neighborhoods on Sundays. Warm and relaxed, traditional Ecuadorian Sierra culture – overflowing market stands, shamanistic healers, fourth-generation hatmakers – mixes with a vibrant and sophisticated culinary and nightlife scene.
The city's crown jewel is its 'Old Town,' a Unesco World Heritage Site packed with colonial monuments and architectural treasures. No sterile, museum mile, its handsomely restored blocks – with 17th-century facades, picturesque plazas and magnificent art-filled churches – pulse with everyday life. Travelers, and many locals too, head to the 'gringolandia' of Mariscal Sucre, a compact area of guesthouses, travel agencies, multicultural eateries and teeming bars.
Death Valley has such a bleak sound to it. Certainly, the fact that temperatures there routinely exceed 120°F, and there is little to no water to be found, make the environment fairly inhospitable to human settlement and development. But the ecology of this vast desert region, which ranges from mountains to deep desert valleys, is absolutely fascinating.
Combine that with the displays of geologic strata evident in the elevation changes and you have a spectacularly colorful place, teeming with vibrance untold by the name. This area along the Titus Canyon Road, which wends its way from the Nevada entry to the Park through Leadfield, a ghost mining town, and ends just north of Stovepipe Wells, is a richly colored trip through history, and well worth a day's drive.
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#121 ⭐ July 06, 2021
The roundhouse at Conrail’s Conway Yard is mostly empty, but the outside turntable tracks are teeming with six-axle Alco Centuries assigned to drag freight service. Colors of the Lehigh Valley, Reading, Penn Central, and Conrail are present in the congregation.
“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore,” she wrote. “Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
This juvenile Green Woodpecker had been hacking into an anthill with its dagger like bill. using its long, sticky tongue to reach the teeming ants - a true ant eating specialist!
Thank you all for your kind responses.
Olympic National Park- a view from Bovee's Meadow Nature Trail at Crescent Lake. It's not only a beauty of a walk but teeming with birds too. Although not many on the lake itself. You may find an occasional Merganser but that's about it. The lake is too deep and cold for most ducks. Crescent lake is about 700 feet deep in some areas. Always wear a life jacket for water activities on this lake, even in the summer.
This juvenile Green Woodpecker had been hacking into an anthill, visible in the foreground, with its hefty bill, using its long, sticky tongue to reach the teeming ants - a true ant eating specialist!
Thank you all for your kind responses.
There’s nothing like standing at the edge of the ocean. With each wave barreling in one after the other, our senses can’t help but be ignited. Smelling that salty and briny sea breeze, seeing its vastness as our eyes scan the horizon to try to comprehend its end, and feeling so small in the middle of its mighty roar or quiet stillness: these are emotions only the ocean can stir. The ocean is teeming with wildlife and mystery...
Es gibt nichts Schöneres, als am Rande des Ozeans zu stehen. Mit jeder Welle nach der anderen können unsere Sinne nicht anders, als gezündet zu werden. Diese salzige und salzige Meeresbrise zu riechen, ihre Weite zu sehen, während unsere Augen den Horizont absuchen, um zu versuchen, ihr Ende zu begreifen, und sich inmitten ihres mächtigen Brüllens oder ihrer stillen Stille so klein zu fühlen: Das sind Emotionen, die nur der Ozean wecken kann. Der Ozean wimmelt von Wildtieren und Geheimnissen ...
No hay nada como pararse al borde del océano. Con cada ola llegando una tras otra, nuestros sentidos no pueden evitar encenderse. Oler esa brisa marina salada y salobre, ver su inmensidad mientras nuestros ojos escudriñan el horizonte para tratar de comprender su final, y sentirnos tan pequeños en medio de su poderoso rugido o quietud silenciosa: son emociones que solo el océano puede despertar. El océano está repleto de vida salvaje y misterio...
Rien de tel que de se tenir au bord de l'océan. Avec chaque vague déferlant l'une après l'autre, nos sens ne peuvent s'empêcher d'être enflammés. Sentir cette brise de mer salée et saumâtre, voir son immensité alors que nos yeux scrutent l'horizon pour essayer de comprendre sa fin, et se sentir si petit au milieu de son puissant rugissement ou de son silence silencieux : ce sont des émotions que seul l'océan peut susciter. L'océan regorge de faune et de mystère...
Non c'è niente come stare sul bordo dell'oceano. Con ogni onda che si insinua una dopo l'altra, i nostri sensi non possono fare a meno di accendersi. Annusare quella brezza marina salata e salmastra, vederne l'immensità mentre i nostri occhi scrutano l'orizzonte per cercare di comprenderne la fine, e sentirsi così piccoli nel mezzo del suo possente ruggito o della quieta quiete: queste sono emozioni che solo l'oceano può suscitare. L'oceano pullula di fauna selvatica e mistero...
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Foro Romano
El Foro Romano (en latín, Forum Romanum, aunque los romanos se referían a él comúnmente como Forum Magnum o simplemente Forum) era el foro de la ciudad de Roma, es decir, la zona central —semejante a las plazas centrales en las ciudades actuales— donde se encuentran las instituciones de gobierno, de mercado y religiosas. Al igual que hoy en día, era donde tenían lugar el comercio, los negocios, la prostitución, la religión y la administración de justicia. En él se situaba el hogar comunal.
Series de restos de pavimento muestran que sedimentos erosionados desde las colinas circundantes ya estaban elevando el nivel del foro en la primera época de la República. Originalmente había sido un terreno pantanoso, que fue drenado por los Tarquinios mediante la Cloaca Máxima. Su pavimento de travertino definitivo, que aún puede verse, data del reinado de César Augusto.
Actualmente es famoso por sus restos, que muestran elocuentemente el uso de los espacios urbanos durante el Imperio romano. El Foro Romano incluye los siguientes monumentos, edificios y demás ruinas antiguas importantes:
Templo de Cástor y Pólux
Templo de Rómulo
Templo de Saturno
Templo de Vesta
Casa de las Vestales
Templo de Venus y Roma
Templo de César
Basílica Emilia
Basílica Julia
Arco de Septimio Severo
Arco de Tito
Rostra (plural de rostrum), la tribuna desde donde los políticos daban sus discursos a los ciudadanos romanos.
Curia Julia, sede del Senado.
Basílica de Majencio y Constantino
Tabulario
Templo de Antonino y Faustina
Regia
Templo de Vespasiano y Tito
Templo de la Concordia
Templo de Jano
Un camino procesional, la Vía Sacra, cruza el Foro Romano conectándolo con el Coliseo. Al final del Imperio perdió su uso cotidiano quedando como lugar sagrado.
El último monumento construido en el Foro fue la Columna de Focas. Durante la Edad Media, aunque la memoria del Foro Romano persistió, los edificios fueron en su mayor parte enterrados bajo escombros y su localización, la zona entre el monte Capitolino y el Coliseo, fue designada Campo Vaccinio o ‘campo bovino’. El regreso del papa Urbano V desde Aviñón en 1367 despertó un creciente interés por los monumentos antiguos, en parte por su lección moral y en parte como cantera para construir nuevos edificios. Se extrajo gran cantidad de mármol para construcciones papales (en el Vaticano principalmente) y para cocer en hornos creados en el mismo foro para hacer cal. Miguel Ángel expresó en muchas ocasiones su oposición a la destrucción de los restos. Artistas de finales del siglo XV dibujaron las ruinas del Foro, los anticuarios copiaron inscripciones desde el siglo XVI y se comenzó una excavación profesional a finales del siglo XVIII. Un cardenal tomó medidas para drenarlo de nuevo y construyó el barrio Alessadrine sobre él. No obstante, la excavación de Carlo Fea, quien empezó a retirar los escombros del Arco de Septimio Severo en 1803, y los arqueólogos del régimen napoleónico marcaron el comienzo de la limpieza del Foro, que no fue totalmente excavado hasta principios del siglo XX.
En su estado actual, se muestran juntos restos de varios siglos, debido a la práctica romana de construir sobre ruinas más antiguas.
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The Roman Forum
The Roman Forum, also known by its Latin name Forum Romanum (Italian: Foro Romano), is a rectangular forum (plaza) surrounded by the ruins of several important ancient government buildings at the center of the city of Rome. Citizens of the ancient city referred to this space, originally a marketplace, as the Forum Magnum, or simply the Forum.
For centuries the Forum was the center of day-to-day life in Rome: the site of triumphal processions and elections; the venue for public speeches, criminal trials, and gladiatorial matches; and the nucleus of commercial affairs. Here statues and monuments commemorated the city's great men. The teeming heart of ancient Rome, it has been called the most celebrated meeting place in the world, and in all history.Located in the small valley between the Palatine and Capitoline Hills, the Forum today is a sprawling ruin of architectural fragments and intermittent archaeological excavations attracting 4.5 million or more sightseers yearly.
Many of the oldest and most important structures of the ancient city were located on or near the Forum. The Roman Kingdom's earliest shrines and temples were located on the southeastern edge. These included the ancient former royal residence, the Regia (8th century BC), and the Temple of Vesta (7th century BC), as well as the surrounding complex of the Vestal Virgins, all of which were rebuilt after the rise of imperial Rome.
Other archaic shrines to the northwest, such as the Umbilicus Urbis and the Vulcanal (Shrine of Vulcan), developed into the Republic's formal Comitium (assembly area). This is where the Senate—as well as Republican government itself—began. The Senate House, government offices, tribunals, temples, memorials and statues gradually cluttered the area.
Over time the archaic Comitium was replaced by the larger adjacent Forum and the focus of judicial activity moved to the new Basilica Aemilia (179 BC). Some 130 years later, Julius Caesar built the Basilica Julia, along with the new Curia Julia, refocusing both the judicial offices and the Senate itself. This new Forum, in what proved to be its final form, then served as a revitalized city square where the people of Rome could gather for commercial, political, judicial and religious pursuits in ever greater numbers.
Eventually much economic and judicial business would transfer away from the Forum Romanum to the larger and more extravagant structures (Trajan's Forum and the Basilica Ulpia) to the north. The reign of Constantine the Great saw the construction of the last major expansion of the Forum complex—the Basilica of Maxentius (312 AD). This returned the political center to the Forum until the fall of the Western Roman Empire almost two centuries later.
We galloped along the infinite sand
close to the prodigal and teeming foam,
neither house nor man nor horse,
only time passing and that green and white
shore, that ocean.
- Neruda
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Beautiful textures by skeletal mess & rubyblossom
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For C.
This shot was taken in January on the Königsallee, which is usually teeming with life...
In hindsight a picture with a sense of foreboding of what was to come perhaps!?
I liked the rain drops on the umbrella in this shot, and the way the couple are walking in step...
Linda and I went out to Fort De Soto Park in St. Petersburg, Florida this morning. Got there at absolute low tide and figured it would be teeming with bird life. It wasn't. Weather report said it would be sunny and clear but it was mostly cloudy. Then, on the way back to the car we found a couple of reddish egrets who put on a show for us and a bunch of fellow photographers. Just goes to show, the morning ain't over till it's over (taken from that Yankee great, Yogi Berra).
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A very common duck found throughout the year. Shot this right behind our community in a lake that was teeming with common birds. The only rare sighting was the Osprey which was resting a kilometre away and didn't budge for the 2-2.5 hours I was there.
But luckily these ducks provided me with some practice.
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Shot on the edges of a large lake teeming with activity. But the wind played spoilsport and we couldn't go boating due to the heavy rocking of the boat. So took time to shoot these very common resident birds in flight. The backgrounds were fantastic and I got what I wanted.
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BOTSWANA- Chobe-Nationalpark
Meine Chobe-Bush-Lodge befindet sich in de Nähe von Kasane. Von hier aus befahren wir den angestauten Chobe mit dem Flachboot, Von hier aus sehen wir einen fantastischen Wildreichtum. Im und am Fluss wimmelt es von Krokodilen, Flusspferden , Büffeln, Elefanten und vielem weiteren Getier.
Paradiesisch schön.
BOTSWANA—Chobe National Park
My Chobe Bush Lodge is located near Kasane. From here, we travel down the dammed Chobe River in a flatboat, where we see an incredible abundance of wildlife. The river and its banks are teeming with crocodiles, hippos, buffalos, elephants, and many other animals.
It's paradise on earth.
Also known as Brahminy Duck in the Indian Subcontinent, this is not a common bird in our state, but apparently common in the grassland we visited.
They are a pretty large duck species and easily visible due to their bright white and brown plumage. They are migratory to the country from South Eastern Europe and much of Central Asia and winter in India and South East Asia.
During a drive in a grasslands, found a lake teeming with these birds. We found a nice corner opposite to them with the sun behind us and spent an hour with these amazing ducks. I couldn't be more happier - seeing them - as well getting some of the best flight shots till date of any species.
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An unexpected lifer while searching for the Short-Eared Owl in a dry lake bed. This buzzard is a winter migrant from Eurasian and Central Asian region to Northern parts of India and is a rare vagrant to the Southern part of the country. They inhabit wide open habitats, semi-desert regions and rocky areas. The bird was resting on a wild bush and took off after a while.
We sighted this bird on the dry banks of the Nal Sarovar Lake where tens of square kilometers of the lake is dry and almost like a desert with small dry bushes in the sands. And due to the large number of waders (255+) that visit the lake , the dry lake beds are teeming with raptors of all kinds during winters. Though we missed many of the raptors during our short trip there, I was still happy to get some lifers. We also got the Short-Eared Owl a stone's throw away from this bird.
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