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During our trip to Iceland last year, we drove from Skaftafell to Jokulsarlon in completely still but foggy weather. Along ring road 1 , few cars were around in late april and we were sure if we would miss jokulsarlon because of the poor visibility, but all of a sudden a bridge appeared and bang - what a scene! even in the murky atmostphere. It's a pity we didn't have any light to work with but the scene was quite special anyway. Seals popping in and out of the frozen water, icebergs looking like they were hovering - we really should have headed out to the beach from there too to look at some beached ice but the murk turned into rain. This is another site we will be revisiting probably around mid september and I'm really hoping we get lucky with auroras then!
According to the notes at the American Sign Museum in Cincinnati, This Howard Johnson's Restaurant neon sign was part of the personal collection of Pompeo DeRenzo. He started at an entry level position but rose to become one of the company's top performing area manager a decade later. He finished his career managing the store in Towson, MD. When the store was rebranded, he kept this sign. The museum acquired the sign from his family in 2006.
Here is some video from the museum, including video of how this sign animates:
Old Royal Naval College, Greenwich, London SE10 (51.482495, -0.004867)
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Location: Kubah Nat. Park, Borneo
Toxicity: Mildly venomous (but non-medically significant to human)
The more stressed this bronzeback gets, the bluer (more blue) it become. The species is most easily identified when its anterior body is inflated in defense : at such times the vivid blue of the interstitial skin (the skin between the scales) is revealed. Though the Elegant Bronzeback also has blue interstitial skin, this appears to be far more intense in the Blue Bronzeback.
Toxicity: Non-venomous
Just to let you know we have included this image within our Grand Flickr Showcase of 2014 - please take a look here - theappwhisperer.com/2015/01/11/grand-flickr-group-showcas...
As I've said before, one of my goals in photographing birds was to get this particular resident species, the Oak Titmouse. (Second on the list was the White-crowned Sparrow in breeding plumage.) My first two cameras didn't have the range for avian photography of any kind ... well, with the first exception when an Oak Titmouse popped up on a newly planted five foot orange tree right in front of me.
Still, I persisted, and I think I have 15 pretty good images of this titmouse. One in particular was my prize and was the first image I hung on my wall. (flic.kr/p/ufUbT1) That's not the reason that I never posted this image. The reason for that was that I wasn't on SmugMug or later Flickr, and so I just printed this, put it in an album, and there it stayed until this morning.
I was in the archives again, and I must say I really like this shot. The way the tail just clears and follows the curve of the piece of rotten oak which was also used as a granary for Acorn Woodpeckers (which is why I was there taking pictures that day in March). More than that, there appeared to me that there was movement in this pose. He actually had just landed, and was already about to take off again. 1/640th was my go to prep speed, and it worked very well here. The light was good, too. And that's why I'm starting off the week for you (I can look at it any time) with one 3 gram Oak titmouse on a Live Oak (that's the name, not the description).
I've described this bird many times. Let's just let it go with this: The Oak titmouse (Baeolophus inornatus) is a passerine bird in the tit family Paridae. The American Ornithologists' Union split the plain titmouse into the oak titmouse and the juniper titmouse in 1996, due to distinct differences in song, preferred habitat, and genetic makeup. It sleeps in deep cavities, and what better place than a woodpecker hole in an oak or yucca. We are surrounded by thousands of acres of three of the twenty species of oak in California: valley oak, interior live oak, or blue oak. The Valley Oak is the largest oak in the state, and we have 30+ heritage oaks within a quarter mile of my front door. (Heritage oaks are huge, some with canopies 100 feet or more across, 70 feet tall, and with trunks about 25 feet in diameter. How can you tell if one is a "heritage oak?" Easy: every heritage oak is numbered with a metal tag about 8 feet off the ground ... and that's all I'll say. They are also between 200 and 350 years old. And every one has an Oak titmouse in it! I just made that up, but it's where I'd start to photograph these little flitters.)
To honor my husband's ethnic heritage, I try as often as possible to learn to play works by Belgian composers. Jongen is undoubtedly one of the finest but many of his works require organ playing skills more advanced than my own. Many organists will know and love his 4 Pieces, Op. 37, which includes the beautiful Prière [listen to Randall Mullin's fine performance on the Father Willis organ of Hereford Cathedral 9via Hauptwerk); youtu.be/KA-vN2TPDQY], which I also play, though far less skillfully than Mr. Mullin.
But instead of working again on the Op. 37 pieces, I have today added a different Jongen work to my practice/playlist: the Prière from his 2 Pieces, Op. 118, published in 1940.
Added to Descubrimiento semanal on Spotify: "Muchacho - Original Mix" by Johnny Good t.co/ws295oFJQc (via Twitter twitter.com/felipemassone/status/681298885176864769)
To show my gratitude for the fantastic book 'First Team' by Robbie MacNiven, published by Aconyte in 2021, about my favorite X-Men character Anole, I uploaded the LEGO instructions for the sentinel head for every fan to download free of charge.
Download the instructions for free HERE
The Sandhill Cranes are making their way to Othello for the March 23-25 Sandhill Crane Festival. These early arrivals are less than a days flight from Othello. They are no doubt practicing synchronized flying and posing for the many viewers who will show up for the festival and no doubt want to arrive early so that they get the best seats for the tours and lectures. I think the tours fill up fast so it is important to get signed up early. A few of them have likely attended the festival several times so the can teach the youngsters how to be on their best behavior while they are people watching (peopling). After all if they crowd the the roads they might scare the humans who are standing there with their scopes and big cameras. That would be a shame because some of them may not have seen people and could miss some colorful rarities. IMG_2654
Even with a decent forecast, the weather during autumn in the mountains of North Carolina has been somewhat of an uncertainty ever since my first foray there back in 1979. This year, however, has been one of the squirrelliest years in memory for me. One issue had been the number of clear blue cloudless days marching in one after another. That’s great if you’re at the beach, but not so grand if you’re making an effort to shoot images of water and leaves in the mountains. This isn’t to say that there was no precipitation… it snowed twice while I was there and rained too. Likely, out of my entire time there, which was considerable this year, 90% of it was spent under an open sky.
Sunrises and sunsets under such open skies tend to be somewhat uneventful, so I usually forego them in favor of other subjects that do well early and late in the day. Yet, after so many blue skies, occasionally it’s good not to rush into the morning and just take the time to watch it come. Here, ol' Sol peeks over the mountains east of Pisgah as it begins to fashion darkness into familiar shapes… the chill in the air eases, the colors brighten, and the birds welcome the morning. Looks like it going to be a good day. Blue skies or not, I’m off to make the most of it.
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Tom Phillips gull
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Bernard Spragg Red Billed gulls (11)
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First things first: Duluth is on Lake Superior and not on Lake Huron. Oops. Aside from the name...........the two seem very similar to each other. :)
The whole weekend was perfect and Allison and I had the best time. We are best friends and just have so much fun together. I am forever grateful for that.
The wedding was a lot of fun and was in a really cool place. The family is awesome and they have so much fun together. One of the atypical things that they did was to have a photobooth set up through a company that came with a lot of props. Incredibly fun and hilarious. It is so great to see a group of siblings in their 60's and 70's don themselves with funky hats and glasses and cram themselves into a booth like a clown car. Every wedding should have one of those. Everybody loved it.
So here we are, back to work. I hope that you had a great weekend and have a great weekend ahead.
...what is really going on here is SOOOO much more complicated. See, the Autobots are actually making a subtle yet strategic advance on the clueless Decepticons. The battle rages on.
With Sarah going barefoot for the entire vacation, it really did open up some cool possibilities with the foot tattoos. This was just from the first day, I did a whole lot more on her legs and arms that night. I liked the symbols a lot more, but the circuitry looked pretty decent after I added to it that evening. Imagine how cool this stuff would have looked if I could actually draw!
trying to look the part for a night out.
Its so hard knowing what to wear when going clubbing nowadays as women don't seem to make much of an effort or so I thought.
How wrong was I?
I just hope I didn't let our side down.
My shadow showing up in the treed swamp with patches of fresh Moss trough out this wet area in Discovery Bay to the side Duffins trail , Martin’s photographs , Ajax , Ontario , Canada , April 8. 2020
Treed swamp
Moss
Shadow in the swamp
Shore
Lake Ontario shore
Redwing Blackbird in flight
Redwing Blackbird
Town of Ajax Rotary Park Pavilion
Rotary Park Pavilion
Duffins TrailComfortable benches
Cedar fencing
Ajax waterfront park
Beautiful Sunset
Shadow
Scenic paintings
Rotary club
Rotarians
Rotarian storage container
Snapped of and broken tree
snapped of broken tree in the woods
Flowering Bok Choy
Bok Choy
Winter
Snow
Ice
Oak tree
Large Oak tree
Rod iron railings
boat launch
canoe
canoe boat launch
Ontario
Ajax
Canada
Pickering
Martin’s photographs
Discovery Bay
Trees
Tall grasses
Sunset
March 2020
Favourites
IPhone XR
Squires Beach
Duffins Creek
Duffins Marsh
Waterfront Trail
Rotary Park
Lake Ontario
Rod iron fence
Bridge
Bridge across Duffins Creek
Twilight
Sticks
Stones
Fallen trees
Fallen tree
Fungi
Mushrooms
Sand
Beach
Reflections
Reflection
Dogwood
Tall grasses
River
Simcoe Point Pioneer Cemetery
Beaver
Beavers having a swim
North of Lake Ontario
December 2019
Lake Ontario
Duffins Trail
April 2020
Back to school time in Utah. Here are Jessica and Joshua on the morning of the first day. They look reasonably happy to embark. Both were enthusiastic about their new shoes.
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it's funny that they are most prevalent close to where people are living on the island -- it's rarer to see them out in the wilder areas...
Woo, down to the wire this week.
I'm not usually so last minute but it's been hard to sit at the computer with all the nothingness I've had to do the last few days.
I knew early on that I'd be dog-sitting all weekend, so I figured I'd take my picture at Zoey's house.
I also knew what theme I wanted to go for...
Something I feel very strongly about:
Yard dogs.
Now, plenty of people have a house, and a yard, and a dog (or two or three.) And that's fine and dandy, don't get me wrong. But there are people who specifically have yard dogs, and that's where I have an issue.
Most of you know what I'm talking about. The scruffy, matted, muddy something-doodle obsessively running up and down the chain-link fence at the dead end street. The over-sized husky howling his sorrowful song atop his dog house during the middle of the night. The old, wobbly beagle wagging his tail as he slowly follows pedestrians along the perimeter of his yard - obviously starved for attention.
These are just some of the examples I've come across while exploring various neighborhoods here and there. I've been planning on starting a little project and photographing some of these dogs, but for now I just walk and observe. And what I see makes me sad.
I'm not someone who could ever have an "outside only dog" - it just doesn't feel right. I can understand the necessity sometimes, like with working breeds. A livestock guardian, for instance, needs to live among whatever it's protecting. I get that. But too often, I wonder why some of these everyday folks even bothered getting a dog, when they go through such great lengths to isolate it from their lives.
Most "animal people" will agree that a dog is part of the family. Zoey and Bailey, while having a fully functional, fenced yard, are family dogs. They sleep inside (on one of 6 pet beds), they eat good food, they have regular vet checkups. They make a show of barking at people coming onto their property but they were raised to love everyone (especially the neighborhood kids who hop the fence to say hello.) While they aren't taken out for walks (which is something that bugs me, but with 4 kids to look after it's understandable that the dogs will have to sacrifice something), they almost always get to go up to the lake house with their humans for a change of scenery. (They had to stay behind this time because it was a wedding occasion and 50 guests to deal with meant no dogs allowed.)
As someone who's almost always lived in an apartment, I must say most house-dwellers have got it easy when it comes to pet ownership. I have more free time here, with three dogs, than I do at home, with one dog. I get up, let the pups out, they do their business, they play, they come in, they sleep... A few hours later, we rinse and repeat. At night I go to bed with all three of them dead to the world from a full day of frolicking.
It's almost too easy. Herein lies the problem sometimes.
With the economy issues the last few years, I've seen a lot of people lose their homes. Along with that, one of the first things to go is the dog. "I'm moving into an apartment and I have to rehome my teacup chihuahua because there's no room" is often code for "I'm too lazy to walk my dog" or "there's no way my dog can adjust to apartment life because he has never lived inside before." Drives me crazy. I'd argue that ANY breed (or mix) can live comfortably indoors. A yard does nothing but give you an out from ... well, getting out.
I could go on but I'll stop the rant there. Long story short, I believe owning a pet should be harder work than many people let it be. There's tons of responsible pet owners out there who get it right, but they're equally matched by the irresponsible... and they get it so, so wrong. And, sadly, it's the pets who suffer for their luxury.
Climb out of your holes, people! And please take your dogs with you.
A moment to talk about the photo, now... It's my first upload with my new lens! Nothing fancy 'cause all the ones I really want are upwards of $600 and this is just a higher end kit lens, but it's fun having a bit of a wider angle to mess with. Zoom's gonna take some getting used to but we'll see what comes out of it.
I shot it a few different ways - higher up to see Haiku's face fully, and with his head placed at the gate opening for a clearer view. But when I went through the results, this one stuck out. The bar covering his eyes gave it the melancholy feel I was going for. Don't be fooled, though. Hike's anything but a neglected yard dog :)
His challenge for the week was being away from Zozo for the duration of the shoot (all of 5 minutes!) It'll be hard for him to go back home tomorrow. No yard, no full-time dog company... But we'll manage. Because as his owner, *I'll* sacrifice what I have to to keep him happy.
I'm also feeling a lot better about Flickr so I will definitely be back in the mix this week. Thanks to everyone who continues to read my essays :) I always enjoy hearing your thoughts!
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Sassy, Desiree and Sweetie
[Sweetie & Desiree talk outside of Sweetie's while waiting for Sassy]
Desiree --- ...and that's why I dropped the whole "Artsy" moniker. I mean I'm not one of the fashionistas anymore so why should I keep that name. No offense though. "Sweetie" fits you but "Artsy" ... I just couldn't walk around with that name anymore.
Sweetie --- I think I know what you mean. Sometimes I think I play up the "Sweetie" roll. It's like, I like the name but sometimes I wonder... "am I really that sweet?"
Desiree --- Well, you could always drop it and go by your real name. Trust me, it's so refreshing to be called Desiree over Artsy.
[just then Sassy arrives]
Sassy --- Hey girls! Sorry I'm running a little late.
Desiree --- No worries. We've just been chatting it up.
Sassy --- Oh, what did I miss. What were you guys chatting about?
Sweetie --- Just... starting over.
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Part of F2K, Vol. 9
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I shot most of Vol. 9 pre Yve. This scene along with the one before it, I originally had planned a slightly different storyline that had to be altered to fit in with the new Vol. 10 blueprints.
....Also, I guess now is just as good a time as any to let anyone who cares know that Shannon will no longer be appearing this volume. Her roll has not been dropped but it has been bumped to a later date to accommodate the newly re-imagined Vol. 10
So with that little bit of information feel free to let your imaginations run wild as to what you think may be going on or about to happen ;-)
PADDY: "Oh Scout! Please stop squirming!"
SCOUT: "Why?" *Squirming .* "I want to get down from Daddy's grasp Paddy, and be a tenacious bear! Daddy, please don't squeeze us so tightly so I can get down and go and look at the view!"
PADDY: "Don't listen to him Daddy! Hold tightly to us please, and don't let go!"
DADDY: "Never fear Paddy, I have a tight grip on you both."
SCOUT: "But why, Daddy?" *Disappointed.* "I want to go and look at the view and climb the railings Daddy! I am a tenacious bear!"
DADDY: "And that's why I'm not letting you go, Scout."
SCOUT: "But I thought you liked me being a tenacious bear, Daddy!"
DADDY: "Oh I do little Scout, just not from this altitude! I should be so upset if you fell through the railing."
PADDY: "How far up are we Daddy?"
DADDY: "Oh that's a three hundred metre drop over there, Paddy."
SCOUT: "Three hundred metres, Daddy?" *Gulps.*
DADDY: "Yes Scout. That is why I am standing back here away from the edge, at a highly respectable distance."
SCOUT: "Alright Daddy, don't let go of us! Quickly take our photo to prove that we were here, and then let's go play somewhere much safer!"
PADDY: "Now you are speaking sense, Scout!"
DADDY: *Carefully takes photo of Paddy and Scout.*
Paddy, Scout and I recently took a trip to the Alpine region of Victoria to take in the autumnal colours. This included a visit to the beautiful Mount Buffalo National Park, where we visited Bent's Lookout and Echo Point. Being slightly colder up there, both Paddy and Scout are wearing hand knitted scarves and Paddy is wearing hand knitted hat by Lorna's Lovely Looks. Paddy sports a strawberry pin and Scout insisted on wearing a Hungry Caterpillar one, which seems most appropriate. Both were gifts from a good friend who is very fond of Paddy and Scout.
My Paddington Bear came to live with me in London when I was two years old (many, many years ago). He was hand made by my Great Aunt and he has a chocolate coloured felt hat, the brim of which had to be pinned up by a safety pin to stop it getting in his eyes. The collar of his mackintosh is made of the same felt. He wears wellington boots made from the same red leather used to make the toggles on his mackintosh.
He has travelled with me across the world and he and I have had many adventures together over the years. He is a very precious member of my small family.
Scout was a gift to Paddy from my friend. He is a Fair Trade Bear hand knitted in Africa. His name comes from the shop my friend found him in: Scout House. He tells me that life was very different where he came from, and Paddy is helping introduce him to many new experiences. Scout catches on quickly, and has proven to be a cheeky, but very lovable member of our closely knit family.
Mount Buffalo National Park is located in the Australian Alps, around 350 kilometres north east of Melbourne. In November 1898, an area of 1,166 hectares was reserved on the Mount Buffalo plateau around the Eurobin Falls to form the Mount Buffalo National Park. This makes it one of the oldest national parks in Australia. In 1908 was expanded to 10,406 hectares, before being expanded again in 1980 to its current size. The park exists on a high elevation around the top of the mountain, and it has striking granite boulders, outcrops and rock formations which make the landscape look striking and in some places, almost alien. This is enhanced by many dead trees which were a result of a bushfire that tore through the Mount Buffalo National Park in late 2006 and early 2007. It features The Horn, Cathedral Mountain and Lake Catani amongst other beautiful places to see. The Horn is the highest accessible peak on Mount Buffalo and it offers wonderful views from the top. Lake Catani is a man made ornamental lake which is very tranquil and beautiful. A road into the Mount Buffalo National Park was opened in 1908, and so the alpine tourist trade began. Visitor accommodation was made available at the historic guest house, the Mount Buffalo Chalet, built in 1910, until January 2007. Parks Victoria and the Victorian Government undertook restoration work on the exterior and gardens of the Chalet in 2017 and 2018. The chalet overlooks large sheets of granite and has views of the Ovens Valley and Buckland Valley below. During the winter season, Mount Buffalo is a destination for cross-country skiing. There are a number of cross-country ski trails near the Cathedral, and toboggan runs at Dingo Dell and Cresta Valley, both of which are used by beginners. The Mount Buffalo National Park was added to the Australian National Heritage List in 2008, listing it as one of eleven sites that make up the Australian Alpine National Parks and Reserves.
The talaiots are Bronze Age megaliths on the islands of Mallorca and Menorca (two of the Balearic Islands) forming part of the Talaiotic Culture or Talaiotic Period. They date back to the late second millennium and early first millennium BC. The Talaiot shown in this picture is located in Son Serra (Santa Margalida - Mallorca).
Drive up to Kuala Trengganu, MALAYSIA. Not too rabbit and not too tortoise either. Look around for a plenty of coconut trees along the way, especially at Kg Pasih Putih. Choose any one that you like.
[ 09 Frames To Go, Mamiya C220 ]
How to kill a nice day off, Getting a phone call from your boss while you are happily taking photos in a field and he says " Can you come back to work Monday?"
Oh well back to normal then I suppose.
At least he knows he needs me :-)
so nice that my friends are professional cab hailers because if it were me trying to get the cab we'd still be there, like now, 4 days later.
Another night, probably also on the way to Cantina www.flickr.com/photos/diyosa/2395425866/
We had a driver on the 87s who took to wearing a toupée. The man concerned was not one whose society I sought, being of that loud-mouthed, keg bitter-swilling, all-shagging (according to their own account), football-loving, proletarian tribe whose disappearance in the years since I have celebrated and deplored in about equal measure. The overnight re-establishment of his vanished hairline was, of course, immediately noticed and the poor bloke had, for a week or two, to endure many irreverent observations from his alpha-male mates. "Yur Bernie", bawled one canteen satirist, "thee ussn't be able to slide the cab window open goin' over the Downs now". The Downs ...Durdham Downs... in Bristol, are a lofty and exposed public space noted, on breezy days, for strong crosswinds. The driver took it all in good part and I rather admired the considerable nerve it must have taken to simply turn up for work one morning, tonsorially enhanced, and ride out the ensuing storm of ridicule.
The chap in the photo, either blessed with a full head or unashamed of any loss he may have suffered, opens not just the cab window but also the hinged windscreen of Bristol Omnibus Co. FS convertible no. 8578. Notwithstanding the warmth of the day, Friday 22nd August 1980, the vehicle's roof is fitted for operating the 105 ...Weston-super-Mare's last remaining "crew" service. I "passed out" as a driver in May 1976, just as one of the hottest and most prolonged summers of the 20th century got underway. Being new to driving I noticed little else and retain few memories of those torrid months. On the few occasions I attempted to use them, I found that the hinged windscreens thudded irritatingly shut as soon as you hit a pothole. They gave up on the idea towards the end of Lodekka production ...or at least Bristol no longer specified this feature in its orders.
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film: Illford FP4 - self developed with hc-110 (B)
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As America takes pause to spend time with family and give thanks for the fact that we can over-eat in this country, Mr Hendricks and Mr Patchett would like to give thanks for all those who work to preserve our cultural heritage.
Thanks to all who bring important buildings like the Bosler House back to life. Thanks to those who restore furniture and early appliances. Thanks to those folks who keep “retro” fashions of all kinds in the public imagination. Thanks to those who keep the memory of orphan car brands alive and the people who still know how to keep them running. Thanks to the skillful Chinese craftsmen who made the models we photograph in order to take you on our nostalgic time travel adventures.
Thanks to all of you for the kind comments and views you have given us over the past couple of years.
Happy Thanksgiving from one24thscale!
This is a forced perspective photograph of 1/24 scale die-cast model cars and truck in front of a real background.
Crown Premiums 1935 Chevrolet Panel Truck - United Van Lines
Franklin Mint 1935 Auburn 851 Speedster
Danbury Mint 1936 Ford Deluxe Coupe
Work trip to Kelowna provided an opportunity to do some hiking and catch a photo before my flight home. Hard to believe views like this are available within city limits! This was maybe the only sun I saw all day, and luckily it happened to appear at the exact right moment.
Taken with a Canon 5D mark IV, Canon 24-70 f/2.8L ii, LEE landscape polarizer, LEE 2 stop ND grad (hard). Processed in Camera Raw and Photoshop.
Hello to all my flickr friends. We are traveling along the Blue Ridge Parkway. So many photos, but somehow this one appealed to me. . . . guess I continue to be attracted to simple images.
