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I guess castles always have a touch of Romance about them certainly Dunstanburgh Castle on the edge of the North Sea seems particularly magical. Taken a very warm July day back in 2013
Dunstanburgh Castle is a 14th-century fortification on the coast of Northumberland in northern England, located between the villages of Craster and Embleton. The castle was built by Earl Thomas of Lancaster between 1313 and 1322, taking advantage of the site's natural defences and the existing earthworks of a former Iron Age fort. Thomas was a leader of a baronial faction opposed to King Edward II, and probably intended Dunstanburgh to act as a secure refuge, should the political situation in southern England deteriorate. The castle also served as a statement of the earl's wealth and influence, and would have invited comparisons with the neighbouring royal castle of Bamburgh. Thomas probably only visited his new castle once, before being captured at Battle of Boroughbridge as he attempted to flee royal forces for the safety of Dunstanburgh. Thomas was executed, and the castle became the property of the Crown, before passing into the Duchy of Lancaster.
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By Catherine Boeckmann
February 9, 2024
The daylily is an amazingly low-maintenance perennial. It’s virtually disease-free, pest-free, and drought-resistant; it’s also not picky about soil quality. Plus, the flower has a long bloom period! Here’s how to plant and care for daylilies in your garden, as well as how to easily propagate them for more plants!
About Daylilies
The daylily’s botanical name, Hemerocallis, comes from the Greek hemera (“day”) and kallos (“beauty”). The name is appropriate since each flower lasts only one day! However, each scape has 12 to 15 buds on it, and a mature plant can have 4 to 6 scapes, which is why the flower seems to bloom continuously.
Originally from Asia, these plants have adapted so well that many of us think of them as natives. Imagine the excitement of a 16th-century explorer cruising the Orient and finding these gorgeous plants! European gardeners welcomed daylilies into their gardens, and when early colonists sailed for the New World, daylilies made the crossing with them.
Despite their name, daylilies are not “true lilies” and grow from fleshy roots. True lilies grow from onion-like bulbs and are of the genus Lilium, as are Asiatic and Oriental lilies. In the case of daylilies, leaves grow from a crown, and the flowers form on leafless stems—called “scapes”—which rise above the foliage.
There are thousands of beautiful daylilies to choose from. Combine early, midseason, late blooming varieties, and repeat bloomers to have daylilies in flower from late spring through the first frost of fall. If you see a height listed alongside a daylily variety, this refers to the length of the scape. Some can reach 6 feet tall!
For more information please visit
www.almanac.com/plant/daylilies
These Daylilies were photographed at Pashley Manor Gardens. At Pashley you will discover 11 acres of beautiful borders and vistas – the culmination of a lifetime of passion for gardening, an appetite for beauty and an admiration of the tradition of the English Country garden. These graceful gardens, on the border of Sussex and Kent, are family owned and maintained – visitors often express delight at the attention to detail displayed throughout and the intimate, peaceful atmosphere.
All the ingredients of the English Country Garden are present – sweeping herbaceous borders, ha-ha, well maintained lawns, box hedges, espaliered rose walk, historic walled garden, inspiring kitchen garden, venerable trees and the Grade I listed house as a backdrop. The gardens are a haven for wildlife – bees, butterflies and small birds as well as moor hens, ducks and a black swan. Then, of course, the plants! Borders overflowing with perennials and annuals – the look changing through the seasons, but always abundantly filled, and each garden ‘room’ planted in a different colour theme.
Pashley is also renowned for fantastic displays of tulips, roses and dahlias. Our annual Tulip Festival features more than 48,000 tulips this year! During Special Rose Week over a hundred varieties of rose swathe the walls, climb obelisks and bloom in flower beds. Then in late summer our Dahlia Days event transforms the gardens once more with bountiful, brightly coloured dahlias in every border and pot.
Add to all this a Café and Terrace with excellent garden views, serving delicious homemade lunches, scones and cakes; Sculpture and Art Exhibitions; a Gift Shop with Plant Sales; and a friendly, knowledgeable team waiting to welcome you, and the recipe for a wonderful day out is complete.
For more information please visit www.pashleymanorgardens.com/
Photographed in a city park. We do not have them in our area in the country because of all the predators.
Dear 2024,
Thank you for showing me that I can set and maintain boundaries; thank you for validating my trust in my intuition; and thank you for reminding me that I should expect no one but myself to put me first, never again compromising myself for anyone.
I am looking forward to starting this new year out fresh. I have more goals than I can possibly accomplish, so there is plenty to keep me busy. I hate New Year's Resolutions, so I started them a few weeks early. Not everyday is going to be easy with big gains, but everyday is a step forward. Nothing is getting in the way of my future. Hello 2025.
xoxo,
Me
STALKING:
(v.) When Two People Go For A Long Romantic Walk Together But Only One Of Them Knows About It.
Facade de la Cour d'Appel du Québec a Montréal.
Court of Appeal, Montreal, Qc¸
Série: Institutions de Montréal, Qc
New Zealand Scaup (Athya noveseelandiae) are a small blackish diving duck, resembling a bathtub rubber-duckie but black. Scaup are endemic to New Zealand. They are usually found on deep lakes and are rarely found on coastal lakes or rivers.
Scaup dive to at least 3m for aquatic plants and invertebrates and can stay underwater for surprisingly long periods.
Scaup tend to be found in flocks during winter. In September they become territorial and by late October 7 to 8 eggs are laid in a nest that is usually located under dense cover near water. The female incubates the eggs alone and when the ducklings are about 1 day old she takes them to the water where they are immediately able to dive for food.
Happy anniversary to one of my favorite places in the world. John Muir’s “Range of Light”, Yosemite, was set aside by the federal government, #onthisdayinhistory , 135 years ago. This action predates the founding of the National Park Service and even Yellowstone’s incorporation as the first National Park. Yosemite came before all of that, set aside under the care of California, for all to enjoy. For me, Yosemite is the place of quiet contemplation and spiritual grandeur that really threw my love of the National Parks into overdrive. It is the best example of what ‘America’s best idea’ is and an inspiration to the world. And today, in 2025, The National Park Service is woefully underfunded, understaffed, abused, and at the whims of a hostile government that is shut down. The park, however, isn’t. Yosemite will remain open, a blessing for those who visit respectfully, but at the whims of those who will abuse and misuse their public lands. Once these places are ruined, they are gone. Once they are misused, they are damaged. We must continue to honor them. We must continue to fight for them. Anything less is capitulation to a government that expects your compliance to a system that is designed to favor the few over the many and totally discount the true meaning of what Yosemite stands for and represents. Speak up. Be a light for the Range of Light.
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La leggenda della "M" sulla fronte dei Gatti.
Si dice che la notte in cui è nato Gesù nella stalla con la Vergine Maria, Giuseppe e il neonato oltre agli animali che già conosciamo ci fosse anche una gattina grigia tigrata, gravida. Anch'essa incinta, avrebbe dato alla luce i suoi cuccioli anche lei nella notte della Natività. E a quanto pare quella gattina fece qualcosa di straordinario: dopo aver nutrito i suoi piccoli, averli messi al caldo e fatti addormentare andò anche lei a riscaldare Gesù. La Vergine Maria, intenerita alla vista di quella nascita e ovviamente anche dal gesto della gatta, l’avrebbe accarezzata sulla fronte: lasciandole così il “marchio” della sua iniziale, una “emme” per l’appunto.
Non esistono, per quanto ne sappiamo noi, prove di alcun tipo che diano credito a questa leggenda, ma per come conosciamo gli animali potrebbe anche essere vero: quante volte li abbiamo visti preoccuparsi di cuccioli di altre specie, differenti dalla loro? Tante volte.
Insomma, nel dubbio… se il vostro micio/a sembra reclamare un posto nel presepe, non negateglielo!
Dopotutto, potrebbe esserselo davvero guadagnato più di 2000 anni fa..
Miu, la mia signorina, ha la " M "
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The legend of the "M" on the forehead of the cats.
It is said that on the night Jesus was born in the stable with the Virgin Mary, Joseph and the newborn, in addition to the animals we already know, there was also a gray tiger cat, pregnant. She too pregnant, would have given birth to her puppies too on the night of the Nativity. And apparently that kitten did something extraordinary: after feeding her babies, putting them warm and falling asleep she also went to warm Jesus. The Virgin Mary, softened at the sight of that birth and obviously also by the gesture of the cat, he would have caressed her on the forehead: thus leaving her the "brand" of his initial, an "M " for that matter.
As far as we know, there is no evidence whatsoever to give credit to this legend, but as we know the animals it could also be true: how many times have we seen them worry about puppies of other species, different from their own? A lot of times.
In short, in doubt ... if your cat seems to claim a place in the crib, do not deny it!
After all, it may have really earned it over 2000 years ago.
Miu, my miss, has the "M"
I'm so excited to open my store, Luxurious Sin. Named after my avi. I've been making tattoos for myself and friends for a while now, and am finally ready to start selling them!
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This was taken at 36,000ft heading west over Austria during some extremely powerful storms. We diverted our course to the south (left) to stay clear of them as the tops of the thunderstorms went up beyond 40,000ft. In the foreground is a towering cumulus, the precursor to a cumulonimbus, one of which can be seen in the background with the flat top.
More of my in-flight cloud photos here youtu.be/tbmL6yNda4U
out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.” ~ Mark Twain
Beautiful day @ Mabry Mill, Virginia.
Some places give the impression that bygone centuries had passed them by without leaving a trace. Stolberg, a medieval-style town of half-timbered houses in the southern part of the Harz mountains, is one of them. Perhaps because Stolberg is romantically nestled in four narrow valleys of this low mountain range at an altitude of 300 - 350 meters above sea level.
The small mediëval town of Stolberg, with about 1400 inhabitants, is rightly referred to as the "Pearl of the Southern Harz", consisting as it does entirely of half-timbered houses, over 500 in total, with a handsome renaissance castle rising above them.
Stolberg (Lower Saxony, Germany) owes its buildings' excellent state of preservation to its inhabitants, who have looked after their home town over the years with enormous care and devotion.
Stolberg was awarded the title of "Historic European City" in 1993.
Stolberg is een 1000 jaar oud middeleeuws stadje in het zuidelijke deel van de Harz (de Südharz) in de Duitse deelstaat Saksen-Anhalt. Door de ruim 500 goed onderhouden vakwerkhuizen, grotendeels eeuwen oud, wordt het stadje vaak aangeduid als de " Parel van de zuidelijke Harz". Het mooie boven de stad gelegen renaissance kasteel is ook een blikvanger. Juliana van Stolberg, de moeder van Willem van Oranje, werd in 1506 in het kasteel geboren.
Stolberg, met ongeveer 1400 inwoners, is romantisch gelegen in vier smalle dalen van het Harz middelgebergte op een hoogte van 300 à 350 meter boven de zeespiegel.
Stolberg werd in 1993 gekozen tot "Historische Europese stad".
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It appears as though Jim Farrel has his train of dead heading coaches well in hand as as he notches out and picks up "passenger train speed" with NYS&W SD45 #6500 at Hudson Junction near Campbell Hall, NY. Joe White holds down the firemans side of the cab. Both men have since retired from the "Q".
Taken from the summit of Doan in the Mourne Mountains, this is the quaintly named Silent Valley Reservoir. I walked a circuit from there - see my previous two posts if you're interested! The low clouds were drifting around, making the place feel higher than it is.
I had my lunch where the chap is standing but he arrived with his family and I left them to it, finding another angle. Thankfully he stood admiring the view long enough for me to snap him to help the photo out.
In Explore August 30, 2025.
Most Interesting According to Flickr
Sorry for so much texture work! I promise the next image will not have texture. ;P
One more thing, I'm about to purchase a smugmug account to sell prints. does anyone have one? or heard anything about them? also would anyone here from flickr purchase prints? thanks for all the feedback! have a good night! mr moore
The wild song in them soared to a crecendo. Some inner core, a central part of mine, tunes into this wildlife chorus.
The exhibition ICELAND: The Wild, Chaotic and Unpredictable shows the unique landscape and culture of Iceland through the eyes of the renowned artist Therese Eisenmann.
The museum's exhibitions, which range from traditional photography to experimental media art, are known for their boundary-pushing and innovative perspectives. The Francisco Carolinum stands out for its ability to address current developments in art forms and integrate them into a broader cultural and social context.
Art is a way of being.
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A carnivorous animal in the same family as weasels, badgers, mink etc. that lives primarily on a diet of fish but also includes frogs, crayfish, crabs and even a few waterfowl.
A coat of long guard hairs over their insulated underfur keeps them warm and dry so they can stay comfortable throughout the North American winters. They are very successful at hunting prey in our rivers, streams and ponds aided by their webbed feet, long muscular tail and sharp claws coupled with the ability to hold their breath for extended periods. As a preventative measure to becoming waterlogged they do spend a lot of time on land and enter the water only to hunt or travel much unlike the sea otters that spend most of their lives in the ocean. An overland sprint of 10 to 18 miles while searching for prey is not uncommon.
River otters seem to have the ability to live alone or in pairs but are quick to socialize in groups when other members are encountered. After mating and going through a gestation period of 80 - 90 days a female will give birth to 1 - 5 pups in a den called a holt or couch which she excavates under tree roots or a cache of rocks. Prior to the birth the female called a bitch or sow will drive the male (dog or boar) away and the pups or cubs will be tended to by the female and older offspring if still around. The pups will begin emerging from the den at about 1 month of age and mom will entice them into the water for their first swim at about 2 months. After the pups are weaned dad may return and help raise the juveniles until probably 1 year of age. Females attain sexual maturity at 2 years of age and males at 3.
River otters range in size from 10 to 33 lbs and 2.5 to 5 ' in length with females being about 1/3 the size of males. When not hunting prey they spend much time playing and frolicking with each other. This individual is one of a trio that has clawed its way onto the ice to enjoy the spoils caught underwater.
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Imagine John Lennon
My Books:
My book "Discover GUIMERÀ" (preview)
My book "Discover SANTA PAU" (preview)
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Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
And no Hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no country
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
Maybe someday you will join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no posessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
Or Brotherhood of Man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
And maybe someday you will join us
And the world will be as one
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
Maybe someday you will join us
And the world will be as one...
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once again more than one option for the Macro Mondays group for the theme of "Queen" 31/7/17, this is one of them!
This is (1:1 shot of) a Queen Cake - honest!
en.wiktionary.org/wiki/queen_cake
Made just for the occasion by my wonderful better half...
There are sooo many of these MM challenges that end up with me having to eat (or drink) the subject matter!! Life is, indeed, hard!
Not far from the Postojna Cave there is also Predjama Castle and we visited it too :)
Predjama Castle is a Renaissance castle built under a vertical rock over a hundred meters high, within a cave mouth in south-central Slovenia, in the historical region of Inner Carniola. It is located in the village of Predjama and the largest cave castle in the world. The castle was originally built into a large cave in the 12th century, covering its entrance. Its traces are visible deep inside the cave and they are part of the some castle rooms. Later - around 1570 - the castle was expanded to its current form. The parts of the cave used by the castle are connected to an extensive system of cave corridors, most of which are located below the castle. In times of threat from external invasions, the local population took refuge there with their property and livestock. The cave under the castle was created as a result of the waters of the Lokva River flowing towards the Adriatic Sea and it's the home of a colony of bats. Part of the cave is "dead", which means that no further karst phenomena are progressing in it, which is the result of human activity - the use of these parts of the cave for residential and storage purposes, as well as the digging of passages, tunnels, shafts and adits between them. Currently, the castle, together with a several hundred-meter section of the cave, is open to tourists and can be visited with a guide.
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Niedaleko jaskini Postojnej znajduje się zamek Predjamski Grad, który też odwiedziliśmy :)
Predjamski Grad – czteropiętrowy zamek we wsi Predjama, w gminie Postojna w Słowenii, wzniesiony pod ponadstumetrową pionową skałą wchodzącą w skład wyżyn słoweńskiego Krasu, uznawany za największy zamek jaskiniowy na świecie. Pierwotnie, w XII wieku, zamek wbudowany był w obszerną jaskinię, zakrywając jej wejście. Jego ślady widoczne są w głębi jaskini i wchodzą w skład niektórych zamkowych pomieszczeń. Później – około roku 1570 – zamek został rozbudowany do obecnego kształtu. Partie jaskini wykorzystywane przez zamek mają połączenie z rozległym systemem korytarzy jaskiniowych, które położone są w większości poniżej zamku. W chwilach zagrożenia zewnętrznymi najazdami chroniła się tam okoliczna ludność wraz ze swoim dobytkiem i inwentarzem. Jaskinia pod zamkiem powstała w wyniku działania wód rzeki Lokva płynących w stronę Adriatyku i jest zamieszkiwana przez kolonie nietoperzy. Część jaskini jest „martwa”, tzn. nie postępują w niej już dalsze zjawiska krasowe, co jest skutkiem m.in. działalności człowieka – wykorzystywania tych partii jaskini do celów mieszkalnych i magazynowych, a także drążenia pomiędzy nimi przejść, tuneli, szybów i sztolni. Obecnie zamek wraz z parusetmetrowym odcinkiem jaskini jest otwarty dla turystów i można go zwiedzać pod opieką przewodnika.
Macro Mondays theme: Summer Olympic Sports
Thanks to all for your faves and kind comments, it was really fun read them all! Cheers!
Some days I have to pinch myself as a photographer living in a city like London. It's ever changing skyline is a delight to explore but there are some iconic locations that whenever I see them, and trust me I've looked at this composition of the Millennium Bridge and St Pauls Cathedral literally hundreds of times over the years, that just keep pulling at my eye. I've taken a variation of this shot literally tens of times, probably more, but every day is different. Different skies, different light, different cameras, different lenses, different focal lengths - it's always worth shooting again.
This was taken back in October and I was shooting this old Leica lens on a mirrorless Olympus camera for the first time. It may sound like an expensive setup however it is anything but. The Olympus is a ten year old 16 megapixel camera, not very impressive by today's standards, and the 90mm lens, while it may have Leica written on it is at least 50 years old and can be had on eBay for around a hundred pounds (I paid £85 for my copy). I can't describe the pleasure I get from handling these old manual focus lenses, it's so different than using a modern auto-focus lens. They aren't particularly sharp in comparison but then I ask myself, how sharp does sharp have to be? I know many will disagree but for me this picture is sharp enough and the joy I get from using that old lens far outweighs any disappointment I may have of producing a picture that is not razor sharp. My joy of photography is as much to do with the taking of the pictures, the getting out there and walking with my camera, as it is to do with the pictures I produce, strange as that may sound. Perhaps that's why film photography has become such a staple in my life.
Olympus OMD-EM10 Mkii
Leica Elmarit-M 90mm f/2.8
For those that are confused by my title, Don McCullin is a British photographer famed mostly for his war images. He was on the front line of many global conflicts, from Cyprus to Vietnam to Syria and many more besides. There are photos he took that I'm sure everyone will remember when they see them but perhaps do not know he was the author of.
The very first picture that McCullin ever sold was a shot of a gang of boys spread across the first floor of a bombed out building in north London in the late 50s. This image is nothing like his original image which frankly is one of my favourite images of all time for the way it so brilliantly tells the story of a time and a place. But there is something in my photo which immediately reminded me of McCullin's famous composition but in a VERY different way. Here's a link to McCullin's shot for those that may be interested:
rps.org/news/journal/2021/october/don-mccullin-the-pictur...
And for anyone who truly admires photography it is worth looking up McCullin's work. It is often disturbing because of the subject matter he depicts but it is always exceptional. He is now in his 80s and lives in the quiet English county of Somerset. Instead of wars he now prefers to shoot the landscapes of his adopted county in the most beautiful way. Perhaps an antidote to the terrible things he's witnessed throughout his career.
I knew that moving from Florida, that I would miss the burrowing and barred owls ... but I also knew that Colorado would offer up its own variety of owls. I put a few of them high on my list, but probably none higher than the northern pygmy owl. See, I had never seen one before. Several times I had been looking without success. I figured that it would happen when I least expected it.
On this day, we went out in a desperate search to find one ... or perhaps a saw whet owl. No such luck. We had all but given up. As we were driving about, Amy said she saw something that was "too small" to be anything, but I had my binoculars with me, so I fugured why not stop and check it out. So glad that we did ... because we found this guy perched in the bare tree branches! Finally .... it happened and as figured, when we had all but given up for that day anyway.
I couldn't believe how incredibly beautiful and mesmerizing its eyes were. It was clearly not the least bit concerned with us. It would look around from its perch in its vicinity for prey. When it would turn its head we noticed its dots on the back of its head ... "fake eyes" if you will. Amazing!
So excited and felt very thrilled that it blessed us with its presence. :-)
So this week's blog post features this amazing owl, as well as some other birds from the winter in Colorado. Feel free to check it out if you like by clicking:
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(Manorina melanocephala)
Trin Warren Tam-Boore Bellbird Waterhole - Melbourne
Austrália
Forty hours after waking up in our bed, we landed in Melbourne. As soon as we got our car, we drove to this place in the middle of Melbourne because we were very anxious to start photographing lifers.
The first great surprise was that we didn’t have to pay for parking. Amazing, something very unusual for us in our cities.
We immediately spotted 7 or 8 lifers.
This is a common species, and we already knew that. The problem with common species, when we’re short on time, is that we don’t spend enough time with them, and then, when we return, we regret it.
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All my photos are now organized into sets by the country where they were taken, by taxonomic order, by family, by species (often with just one photo for the rarer ones), and by the date they were taken.
So, you may find:
- All the photos for this trip Austrália (2024) (309)
- All the photos for this order PASSERIFORMES (3553)
- All the photos for this family Meliphagidae (Melifagídeos) (43)
- All the photos for this species Manorina melanocephala (4)
- All the photos taken this day 2024/11/01 (11)
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After a chaotic week, I am back with three train photos, all of them rescued using artificial intelligence in some way. The Train to the End of the World runs from Ushuaia in Argentina to ... well, the end of the world. I wanted to get a shot of our ancient loco at Ushuaia but the man boarding we passengers had other ideas. No photos.
The climb out of Ushuaia is steep, so a diesel loco assisted with the climb. At the end of the the climb our train stopped. The diesel loco was detatched to return to Ushuaia to assist the next train up the hill. This was my opportunity to take a photo of our little blue puffing billy.
I was out of my carriage in a flash and sprinted to the front of the train. Unfortunately I wasn't the only train enthusiast on board. Others had the same idea, and so it was that I took a photo of the train and sundry fellow passengers.
Now, thanks to the magic of artificial intelligence, a shot of the aptly named Train to the End of the World without all the photo bombers. As for the train ride, it was one of the worst I've endured; No stars, save your money. The warning was in the name, it was indeed a train ride to the end of the world.