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This is the scene of slow but age-old struggle: the tenacious tree is probing and poking the rock for cracks and fissures to exploit, while the rock - which probably predates the dinosaurs - holds steadfast and has seen it all before. The tree outgrows its support system and tumbles, to be taken by the sea at the end of this narrow pathway. However, the hardy tree's root-system lives on to sprout a new shoot heading for the light, and the struggle continues.
A trait well suited to these times.
An old image taken for the tranquility of the scene and reprocessed this morning as a reminder.of more peaceful days.
This is one of the most photographed trees in Coronation Park in Oakville, Ontario Canada. Despite the battering of the waves, this tree hangs in there.
Having access to lakeside parks like this for lunchtime walks makes Oakville one of the most livable communities in Canada.
Some of you have seen this already I think, I vaguely remember posting to FB a month or two ago. Anyhow I've spent many hours with this tree, its one of the places I like to go for quiet time. We go back a long way, this tree and I. She grows impossibly between the clints and grikes, on limestone pavement, reaching eastwards, blown by the wind from the west. I'd tell you where she is, but I don't want to spoil the peace and tranquillity. :-)
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Taken at Kakabeka Falls in Ontario. Really impressive waterfall. This little spit of rock is right in the middle of the flow. Hard to believe anything could survive there.
How life will cling on and not just survive, but flourish!
Perhaps we should be viewing Brexit with similar tenacity! It is going to happen, so why not use the patriotic fervour British people have always shown, to ensure that, out there in the bigger world, Britain will be great again. And, by being great, will pull Europe out of the bogged down bureaucracy that we will be escaping! There is room for us all if we play the game wisely, and ALL PULL TOGETHER!
Hanging on through autumn, frost and second big snowfall of winter. Very impressive! (7DWF Wednesday Theme: macro or closeup. 5D Mark III f11 1/25 sec 100mm ISO 100)
I am humbled by Alexei Navalny's fortitude.
he fought the good fight
time to rest now
listening to Sting - "Russians"
American beech leaves still cling to branches after winter snowstorms.
Sharon Woods.
iNaturalist link www.inaturalist.org/observations/262853944
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In spite of the omnipresent power of the elements that engulf the little tree, it clings tenaciously to life on the cliffside in its coat of frost.
When I saw this on one of my recent fishing trips, I was reminded once again of the lesson on survival so often provided to us by Nature. Amidst an evergreen forest of fir and spruce, a birch seed, against all odds, found a tiny bit of soil in the crack of this rock in the lake, germinated and grew into a tree. It may only last for a short time but for now it's certainly flourishing and making the most of what its been given.
This view is looking to the west. However, in the other direction is the full expanse of the lake from which this little tree has to endure the full fury of winter's easterly winds and driving sleet and snow.
I thought many Flickr viewers would appreciate these two so I decided to upload them before I leave for a two week absence.
Large is certainly better.
Plant in a crack of a rock (probably armeria maritima also sea thrift or sea ping, without the pink flowers), close to the sea coast near Gothenburg, Sweden. Taken on Ilfort FP4Plus.
A bright 25/1/2025 Sunday morning at Wick Harbour and creel fishing vessels TENACITY (WK39) and SOUTHERN BELLE (WK25) are reflected nicely in the calm waters.
"It’s time I should be thankful
For all that I have got,
Instead of bitching and complaining
Of all that I have not.
I just forgot
That there are people with the blues
Who are living on the sidewalk
And they’re sleeping in their shoes.
They are the clues
That you must always be my girl,
So we can dance together
In the midnight of the world."
- - John Stewart's lyrics: "Midnight of The World"
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I had my eyes opened to the talent and tenacity of wasps when taken to see this abandoned nest.
Here we can see the internal egg chambers, some covered with silk by the larvae when they are preparing to pupate. And the paper layers of the exterior.
All wasp nests are rebuilt from scratch every season. When a queen wasp has found a suitable location to build her nest, she will begin to harvest wood which she mixes with her saliva to create paper.
She will build a small nest that resembles a golf ball, and around 10-20 egg chambers will be made inside.
The queen wasp will then lay eggs in these chambers and tend to them. Once these baby wasps hatch, the queen will no longer leave the nest. It will be these new worker wasp's job to provide food and material to build the wasp nest even larger, and from this point the queen wasp will become an egg production machine.
If memory serves, this was a good 30 to 40 cm in diameter. Seen in south-west Pennsylvania, USA.
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Wick fishing vessel TENACITY (WK55) pictured moored up at Wick Harbour on Friday 27/2/2026. SOUTHERN BELLE behind.
These plants are growing on the stone walls of Fort Popham in Phippsburg, Maine. It is interesting to me to consider how the seeds from the various plant species came to be located in what are very small crevices in the wall.
The black-and-white warbler is a striking little neotropical songbird, roughly five inches long, with a bold, zebra-like pattern. Its plumage is a crisp mix of black and white stripes, running lengthwise along its head, back, and underparts, giving it a distinctive, almost hypnotic look. A thin, pointed beak, perfect for gleaning insects from tree bark, juts from its small, rounded head. Its wings are short but agile, and its tail flicks as it creeps along branches like a nuthatch. With bright, dark eyes and a subtle white eyebrow, this warbler is a monochromatic gem, blending beauty and tenacity.
When I saw this on one of my recent fishing trips, I was reminded once again of the lesson on survival so often provided to us by Nature. Amidst an evergreen forest of fir and spruce, a birch seed, against all odds, found a tiny bit of soil in the crack of this rock in the lake, germinated and grew into a tree. It may only last for a short time but for now it's certainly flourishing and making the most of what its been given.
This view is looking to the southeast. Just around the bend to the left is the full expanse of the lake from which this little tree has to endure the full fury of winter's easterly winds and driving sleet and snow.
I thought many Flickr viewers would appreciate these two so I decided to upload them before I leave for a two week absence.
Larger is certainly better.
Despite its name, the eastern kingbird's range includes much of the West. Its sleek, slate-gray back contrasts with a crisp white underbelly, accented by a black head and a hidden red crown, flashed during displays. A white-tipped tail flicks as it perches on fence posts, darting to snatch insects mid-flight with aerobatic precision. Known for its fearless defense, it dive-bombs hawks or crows threatening its nest. Its sharp, buzzing calls echo over prairies, signaling territory. Nesting in open woodlands, this small bird, weighing barely an ounce, embodies fierce tenacity, ruling its domain alongside titanic grazing bison in the Wichita Mountains of Oklahoma.
Our beautiful world being passed on In the Wichitas.
I'm really enjoying increasing the abstractness and minimalism of nature. In this case, of a fast flowing mountain river.
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All night, and well into the next day, the wind and rain had pounded the croft house where we were staying. It finally relented in the late afternoon; giving us an hour or two to make use of what light was left in the day.
Water is transformative. It has helped shape the land here; in turns nibbling at the edges or guzzling like a hungry man at a feast. Driving channels down the hillsides surrounding us and pouring into the fields below; an ever-present reminder of the forces of nature at work.
The small burn we’d crossed two days before was now swollen and unrecognizable. Surging and tossing its way through Achateny to the sea beyond. Sodden and dripping, on this afternoon the fields show little sign of the fiery past which gave them their name.
Under the grey sky, the colours of the waterfall come to life. Rich caramels and browns, mixed in with creamy, frothy whites; blackened rocks and, here and there, a flicker of green from plants caught under the flow. A few tentatively stick their heads above, supplicant to the water yet steadfastly staying in place. Tenacity and persistence, apt words for what is needed to live in this place.