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i might not love you the rest of your life but I will Love you the rest of MINE .
Taken at : Sunnys
pose " couple 280 "
song " Til Then
You can really see the sexual dimorphism in these two,The female is on the right,and as Bald eagles go,she is a big unit anyway, The effect is amplified a little bit here because she is on a branch higher then him...
One of the many Currawongs that frequently visit here. This time of year they are extremely playful and move around in groups. They often congregate on the kid's trampoline and frolic. Very intelligent birds - they spend time to study us - stopping and staring at us trying to figure us out.
Every now and then you see an image on Flickr that really impresses you. Just recently I saw two on Andy Gant's stream of two different boats. This is not my attempt to copy them, because they are unique, but to praise them. Very well done, I like what you do.
Also this is the last image that I will be posting to Flickr for at least two weeks. I have accumulated many books again and will be putting them on EBay. Book collecting is a great passion of mine but I only have enough space....Thanks to all that look at my stuff, to comment and to fav. Best regards Patrick
then he spotted another stag and was off in pursuit!
Canon EOS 550D EF70-300mm f/4-5.6 IS USM
ƒ/5.6 300.0 mm 1/640 ISO 800
Explored #23 november 8th 2015
I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.
(Vincent Van Gogh)
I'm here at 1:00 a.m., I do not know what time it is from you but I wish you a good night like this, bright and blue, with the adaptation of the piece extracted from the soundtrack of "Romeo and Juliet" (Franco Zeffirelli - 1968) Of Avion Travel
Original Music Nino Rota
Piccola Orchestra Avion Travel - Ai giochi addio
At this time let me be romantic; ))
My image and texture
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“Go then, there are other worlds than these.”
— Stephen king, The Gunslinger
Taken @ Falconcrest Isle
Good excuse to get super close in then you need to fill the frame! This is from the centre of a Gerbera flower that seems to have mistaken being indoors for spring!
Took loads of shots of it from the abstract to the super sharp, this sits somewhere between I think. Estimated 5mm section of the flower.
If you think this is overly dramatized, then you should wait for the next two images. :)
There was quite a bit of editing to do for this one. Apart from all the stuff to increase the drama I had to remove a power pylon, power lines and a couple of trees.
We are approaching the end of the second day of my walk of along Hadrian's Wall. Time to write the travel report for day three. I'll keep you posted when it hits my blog.
Enjoy!
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The Temple Island in Henley-On-Thames is a beautiful little spot tucked away amongst the more exalted bustle of the Henley Regatta. I first caught wind of this place a few years ago when I had been a spectator at the Henley Regatta. Although I wanted to take some shots, there were not a lot of cloud cover to make it worth my while.
As a landscape photographer, everyone would nod their heads in unison that whilst sunny weather is preferred, all sun with little clouds does not really make for some compelling viewing especially at dusk.
So I went back thinking I should be here on other day when the clouds would play ball. Thing is you do not need too much of wind either or your reflection would be shot. So in all, there are a lot of factors that need to come together to get a good photograph of a place. There wasn't much of a wind blowing although there were a lot of boats going backwards and forwards which leaves a big wake every now and then. So you have to time the shot in between such instances.
In all, it was a decent evening's work at the temple island. Midsummer is a good time to be here with the sun setting adjacent to this location.
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CHÂTEAU DE LA GARDE GIRON
o O Le château actuel reprend le type du château-cour du Xvème siècle.
o O De plan octogonal, il est flanqué de pavillons et de tours circulaires aux angles, et est entouré de fossés.
o O Le château a fait l'objet d'une importante campagne de travaux au XIXème siècle, qui a porté essentiellement sur les percements, les couvertures et les aménagements intérieurs.
o O Le corps de logis principal a été agrandi en profondeur pour réaliser une galerie au rez-de-chaussée et à l'étage.
o O La façade ouest a été construite dans la seconde moitié du XIXème siècle.
o O Eléments protégés MH : les façades et toitures du château; cheminée monumentale en pierre, à décor peint, datant de la seconde moitié du XVIème siècle, située dans une pièce du premier étage du corps de logis principal du château: inscription par arrêté du 11 janvier 1989.
"Show me the candy FIRST,
then I get in the van...
I'm not stupid, yo."
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Spent the sunset at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon, then made the drive back to Marble Canyon where we are staying. By then the the stars were really out and the moonlight was bathing the pretty views around Lee's Ferry, where you can enter the Grand Canyon. Here the old bridge (now used for pedestrians only) and the new bridge cross the Grand Canyon providing for this spectacular view of the Colorado River.
Early in the day we passed Horseshoe Bend when we traveled through Page ... and the long line of cars to get into the pull over was extensive. Have passed it several times now and never made the trek to photograph it. There are just too many other cool areas to photograph that many never get to see. This location we are staying is very pretty ... giving you access to the river where we will be swimming today, as well as access to both rims of the Grand Canyon. Planning on doing sunset along the south rim tomorrow, which I have not seen for nearly 15 years. Last time there did sunrise. So sunset will be a treat.
This area is also 30 minutes from Page, so you can access a lot there too. Nice thing about this spot, it is very quiet, with just two hotels. I had the park here and the bridge all to myself in the warm desert night breeze. A great time to relax and take 30 second exposures :))
Spent about 90 minutes taking captures from the bridge and down into the park on this evening. Tons to photograph. This evening will spend more time there for sunset and into the night.
Also if you look above where the river bends in the night sky, you will see that I also captured a shooting star in this 30 second capture. The light along the horizon is from Page, Arizona. Horseshoe Bend is actually not that far from here as well, just around the bend or two from Lee's Ferry which is just out of the frame where the river ends here in this photograph.
Blöd wär nur, wenn ich jetzt die Augen schlösse. Und dann öffne und plötzlich wärst Du gar nicht da.
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Just a moment. And I keep my eyes open ;-)
I was inspired by the song by Dota / All you, all major
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Nur ein Augenblick. Und ich lasse die Augen auf ;-)
Inspiriert hat mich der Song von Dota / Alles Du, alles Dur
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKooUzApXVU
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4CkrH8fyEqg
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Zähneklappern, Zähneknirschen, und dazu die barschen, wirschen
Mienen, Blicke, Kommentare. Das muss das harte, wahre Leben sein,
Jedem sein Los, seine Last, seinen Trost, ich wär fast
Verzweifelt ob der Müh der langen Straßen. Was soll ich hier?
Seh keine weiten Wege, seh nur Fluchtpunkte auf dem Weg zu Dir.
–– Und dann in Deinem Arm, alles gut, alles andre egal,
Alles Du, alles Dur, alles nur, ein Kitzellachen, fühl mich wohl,
Das sind Momente, wie Geschenke, wie Getränke mit Limettensaft und Alkohol.
Und dann in Deinem Arm, alles gut, alles andre egal, unbezahlbare Stunden, mal die bunten Bilder an deine Wand, Tage wie Sekunden und Du mein Prinz und Findelkind im Wunderland.
–– Und Patati und Patata, soviel Palaver und ich harder und ich harre und ich starre.
Abracadabra, bin ich da! In deinen vier Wänden ein bergendes Zelt,
Mit dem Fenster zum Himmel, und der Türe zur Welt.
–– Und dann in Deinem Arm, alles gut, alles andre egal,
Bin ich frei, bin ich Kind und wir sind unterwegs,
Die Welt steht offen zu entdecken,
Also könn wir uns genausogut noch heute hier verstecken.
Und dann in deinem Arm, alles gut, alles andre egal,
Alles Du, alles Dur, blöd wär nur, wenn ich jetzt die Augen schlösse und dann öffne und plötzlich wärst Du gar nicht da.
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Chattering teeth, gnashing of teeth, and in addition the harsh, twisting
Expressions, looks, comments. That must be the hard, real life
Everyone his lot, his burden, his consolation, I was almost
Desperate at the effort of the long streets. What am I supposed to do here?
Don't see long ways, just see vanishing points on the way to you.
–– And then in your arm, all well, nothing else,
All you, all major, all just a tickling laugh, feel good,
These are moments like gifts, like drinks with lime juice and alcohol.
And then in your arm, all good, everything else doesn't matter, priceless hours, times the colorful pictures on your wall, days like seconds and you my prince and foundling in Wonderland.
–– And Patati and Patata, so much palaver and I harder and I wait and I stare.
Abracadabra, I'm there! A sheltering tent in your four walls,
With the window to the sky and the door to the world.
–– And then in your arm, all well, nothing else,
I'm free, I'm a child and we're on the go,
The world is open to discover
So we might as well be hiding here today.
And then in your arm, all well, nothing else,
All you, all major, would only be stupid if I now close my eyes and then open and suddenly you would not be there.
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This evening the sunset is one of those that had to be photographed. Spread out above the West Welsh hills, a carpet of fire glowing orange and red as far as the eye and my camera could see. Photographed in 16:9 format and then cropped slightly.
Canon PowerShot SX430 IS
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Be prepared she said
But then I forgot the map
Man, I’m really lost.
My keychain safety items: 1) Cash canister with $20 note in case I'm ever standed in Arizona and need money for a beer and cheeseburger, 2) My trusty multi function Victorinox knife in case I need to cut down a tree to make a fire, 3) A mini LED flashlight in case I find myself in absolute darkness and need to see what’s biting my leg, and 4) A whistle in case I fall off a trail, roll down a steep ridge past a big log and get wedged under thick brushes next to a mosquito infested creek.......and need to get someone's attention. Submittal for the Feb 1, 2021 Macro Monday’s theme of “Safety.”
Here's the first rufous hummingbird I've seen this year. I saw it for about 10 seconds, then after that heard it buzzing around but didn't get another view.
That darn little twig in the way!!
Nisqually NWR
GWR 2857 with a full set of GWR coaches starts its ascent of Eardington Bank. (two shots one above and one below the ballast)
After two days of very heavy rain and then a rather cold night, I was surprised that the Nerine bowdenii plants are still attractive in my garden.
"I heard from God today and she sounded just like me
What have I done and who have I become
I saw the devil today and he looked a lot like me
I looked away, I turned away"
Gloomy days when I debate whether or not to put out the seed for my birds with all the downpours when all of a sudden out of the corner of my eye I see a huge white shape landing on my patio. I grab my camera with no time to change settings and snap away. He looks me in the eye and then he's off in the heavens!
I then got back on track for where I was heading and I'm so glad I did.
This landed on the dug up pavement (being repaired). It wasn't as easy a catch as I thought it might be, as it mingled in so well with the earth.
I have cropped this for a better view.
Better viewed large and thank you for your favourites. :O)
And though the course may change sometimes
Rivers always reach the sea ....
The River Severn, the longest river in the UK, takes its rise nine miles to the west of Llanidloes high up on the slopes of Pumlumon, the highest point in the central range of the Cambrian Mountains. The Roman name for the Severn (the Hafren in Welsh) was Sabrina, and ancient myth tells Sabrina was one of three sisters, all water nymphs, who met on Pen Pumlumon to discuss how they might wend their way to the sea. Each sister took a different route, Ystwyth to the west and Varga (the Wye) away to the south, while Sabrina who loved the land, set out on a slow meandering course that led her far into the east. The spirit of Sabrina still resides in the sparkling waters of the river and nowhere is her benevolent presence more apparent than here, where she first set forth upon her long journey to the sea.
~ Ten Years Gone ~
Legend has it that Pirene was the most beautiful daughter of the god Tubal, then owner of these lands. She had been named caretaker of the waters and she lived among the immensity of the forests, where she walked and enjoyed nature.
When Hercules was on his way to perform one of her twelve labors, she passed through one of the forests. At the meeting, the two fell in love and loved each other in the warm night. However, Hercules soon forgot his promises of love and decided to continue on his way, abandoning Pirene.
Rumors of the beauty of Tubal's daughter had also reached Gerion, a three-headed monster who lived in Erytheia. Gerion went to meet Pirene and tried to take her, but when she refused, he decided to burn the forest that burned in the flames.
The news reached Hercules, who retraced his steps to help Pirene. But when he arrived it was too late. He only found a lifeless body. Pirene had died in the fire.
Destroyed and sorry for her loss, Hercules decided to bury her among some enormous and beautiful stones, giving rise to the mountain range that would bear her name, the Pyrenees.
Cuenta la leyenda que Pirene era la más hermosa hija del dios Tubal, dueño entonces de estas tierras. Había sido nombrada cuidadora de las aguas y vivía entre la inmensidad de los bosques, donde paseaba y disfrutaba de la naturaleza.
Cuando Hércules se dirigía a efectuar uno de sus doce trabajos, atravesó uno de los bosques. En el encuentro, los dos se enamoraron y se amaron en la noche tibia. Sin embargo, Hércules pronto olvidó sus promesas de amor y decidió continuar su camino, abandonando a Pirene.
Los rumores de la belleza de la hija de Tubal también habían llegado hasta Gerion, un mounstro de tres cabezas que vivía en Eriteia. Gerion fue al encuentro de Pirene e intentó tomarla, pero ante su rechazo, decidió quemar el bosque que ardió entre las llamas.
La noticia llegó a oídos de Hércules, que volvió sobre sus pasos para ayudar a Pirene. Pero cuando llegó ya era demasiado tarde. Solo encontró un cuerpo sin vida. Pirene había muerto en el incendio.
Destrozado y arrepentido por la pérdida, Hércules decidió enterrarla entre unas enormes y hermosas piedras, dando lugar a la cordillera que llevaría su nombre, los Pirineos.
We hear a lot of nice things about aging well and putting things into perspective, and then one day it happens: we reach our fifties.
From my birth to my last breath, I will remain a man of the 20th century.
The century of the best and the worst, of hopes and trials, of all the freedoms and all the regrets of not having been able to seize them.
Gari
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A view of Brancaster Beach in some sunshine on a very windy morning. Within minutes of this shot the rain came and it was horizontal , so we got a bit wet to say the least.
Physocarpus capitatus, commonly called Pacific ninebark or tall ninebark, is a species of Physocarpus native to western North America from southern Alaska east to Montana and Utah, and south to southern California.
It is a dense deciduous shrub growing to 1–2.5 metres (3 ft 3 in–8 ft 2 in) tall. The name comes from the appearance of the bark, which is flaky, peeling away in many layers. The shrub has distinctive maple-like lobed leaves 3–14 centimetres (1.2–5.5 in) long and broad, and clusters of small white flowers with five petals and numerous red-tipped stamens. The unique fruit is an inflated glossy red pod which turns dry and brown and then splits open to release seeds.
It is often found in wetlands, but also forms thickets along rivers and in moist forest habitats. While it grows most robustly in wet environments, it is drought-tolerant to a degree and is a popular California garden plant.
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“Rainbow!” was the single word message on my phone. So Steve had seen it too then. I was about to send him the same information. I carried on marching towards the top of the rise, expending laboured breaths in a race to get to a better vantage point before the rainbow vanished. This really was quite overwhelming. Not a second to pause and breathe as magical moments filled every compass point. Where was he anyway? Oh yes, over there. Bright yellow coat for ease of identification, more than two hundred yards away, pointing his camera in the same direction as mine. It’s not as if there were more than three or four other people dotted around this huge open space anyway. Behind us the sun was hovering low over the horizon, while directly opposite, the rainbow sat heavily over the mountain range that had been dragging our attention all afternoon. Most of the time I try to stay focussed on one subject and no more than two or three different compositions. Here, that was impossible. Everything was going on everywhere and all at once. Did you see that film by the way? No, Ali and I didn’t understand it either. I was in a similar state of bewilderment now, with the sensory overload that our first day in the Rondane had brought. All of this untainted landscape perfection and a rainbow sitting on top of it all like a colourful crown. The first day in Norway was setting a very high bar.
The rainbow hung around for a long time as our paths eventually converged. We agreed this had been an exceptional day and that there was unfinished business at Storulfossen, the double drop waterfall that now lay in a hollow at our backs. We’d return to the hollow tomorrow afternoon then. And then we began the long walk back to the car park, following tiny tracks across the colourful carpet of moss and bilberry plants, a sea of green, gold, orange and deep reds below our feet. We each moved at our own pace, stopping for subjects that caught the eye. A lone silver birch here, a mammoth view across to the Jotunheimen mountains there. I moved far more slowly than Steve did. The lens with the huge focal range is both a blessing and a curse, and I ground to a halt plenty of times before the light fell; sometimes to take a picture, and at others just to stand and stare. Wow, wow and wow again! As good days go, this one was close on the heels of Super Saturday in Iceland three years earlier, when Lee and I spent an entire day driving around the Snaefellsnes Peninsula as the light and the subjects we stopped at got better and better. Apart from the short trip to the car park, no driving was needed here today. Just stand on the spot and spin around on your heels for any number of stunning views. On days like this I thank my love of landscape photography for bringing me to places such as the Rondane, more wildly beautiful than I could ever imagine and so remote that I would probably never have otherwise even heard of the place, let alone actually come here and seen it for myself.
At first the narrow rutted track was easy enough to follow, but after a while it stopped abruptly in the middle of nowhere. Unencumbered by a slow-you-down “one does all” lens, Steve had marched on ahead and seemed to be negotiating the wild boggy terrain well enough, despite the dodgy knee injury from earlier in the day. In retrospect, what we should have done was to take the path along the river, up to the bridge where it forked away to the right for the car park. A longer distance, but probably quicker and certainly easier. But now, there was no going back. And there was still a glow in the west that had me stopping again and again to admire the distant Jotunheimen range, more than twenty miles away from here. Just one more shot then. Better do another couple for insurance. Is it a focus stack at four hundred? Can’t tell in this light. Belt and braces then. Do a couple on that bit of foreground I can’t seem to lose. Another five minutes of standing in a bog in disappearing light. I pushed on towards the road. I could see a yellow splodge a quarter of a mile away. He'd picked up his pace. I sent a message. He had just arrived at the road. “I won’t need the gym for a month now!” he replied with a grinning emoji. “It’s very mushy in the middle, but the last bit’s ok.”
He was right about the gym thing. This was a proper leg tester. We’d already covered a fair old distance today, both before and after lunch, and what you really need at this stage of the proceedings is a nice gentle downhill toddle, not a Special Services march across no man’s land. It got worse before it got better, but after what seemed forever, I made it to the road. Steve was already at the car, about to get in and head in my direction. The gentle downhill toddle wouldn’t be needed after all. Nor would the gym. Not for quite some time I think.