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The Grand Teton Range should be there along the skyline at this location, but the haze / smoke in the sky made them vanish during this time of the day.
Happy Fence Friday
For the Macro Mondays them of "Citrus" and not having a definite idea of what I would do until the Monday morning I decided to cut a Lemon in half which I would hollow out and fill with water. I had thought about dropping a Lemon or Lime segment into a small shot glass but shortly before setting up I had the idea of using the Lemon this way.
Next I chopped a Lime into segments which I would drop into the Lemon so I could photograph these and the resulting splash.
I had decided to focus the short side of my frame to the three inch rule with the camera in portrait orientation to try and make sure I caught splashes that went directly upwards, This would then mean I had to present my composition as a square. Ironically here a splash is just going off to the right which just gets missed right at the end.
I bambini imparano più da come ti comporti che da cosa gli insegni. (William Edward Burghardt Du Bois)
Children learn more from how you behave than what you teach them. (William Edward Burghardt Du Bois)
** Another autumn scene from New England I have posted quite a lot but I could not bare to delete any of them it was after all a once in a lifetime experience . Taken on Chocorau lake in New Hampshire in 2017
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Aii + Ego have to be one of the coolest creators and I was and still am ecstatic to blog for them! Everything they make is inspirational and capable of telling a hundred stories - I wish I had more time!! I remember when I applied I thought there was no way I'd get accepted, but I made myself try anyway and then did the nerdiest happy dance when they let me blog for them! 8D
Thank you Egosumaii - for the inspiration, the fantastic, and the opportunity. Seeing the way you bring ideas into SL is one of the things that made me want to get better at pictures because I wanted to show the magic these things made my imagination run wild with! <3
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arches by: Ljilja
image inspiration: by Ian Llanas
The inscription on the monument "If I will forget Them, You, God in heaven, forget about me."- Adam Bernard Mickiewicz ( 24 December 1798 – 26 November 1855) Polish poet, dramatist, essayist, publicist, translator, professor of Slavic literature, and political activist.
The Volhynian, massacres, were anti-Polish genocidal ethnic cleansings conducted by Ukrainian nationalists.
The massacres took place within Poland’s borders as of the outbreak of WWII, and not only in Volhynia, but also in other areas with a mixed Polish-Ukrainian population, especially the Lvov, Tarnopol, and Stanisławów voivodeships (that is, in Eastern Galicia), as well as in some voivodeships bordering on Volhynia (the western part of the Lublin Voivodeship and the northern part of the Polesie Voivodeship. The time frame of these massacres was 1943-1945. The perpetrators were the Organization
of Ukrainian Nationalists-Bandera faction (OUN-B) and its military wing,
called the Ukrainian Insurgent Army (UPA).
Their documents show that the planned extermination of the Polish population was called an “anti-Polish operation.”
Criminal Investigations
Genocide is a legal category. The Volhynian massacres have all the traits of genocide listed in the 1948
UN Convention on the Prevention and Punishment of the Crime of Genocide, which defines genocide
as an act “committed with intent to destroy, in whole or in part, a national, ethnical, racial or religious group,
as such.” In Polish academia the Volhynian massacres are referred to as genocidal ethnic cleansings,
the Volhynian (or Volhynian-Galician) slaughter, or, in legal terminology, the crime of genocide.
Polish historians are emphasizing that the Volhynian bloodbath is the uncleared crime of genocide still, and praise of Stepan Bandera and members murderous party of OUN-UPA by the current Ukrainian authorities.
Last light found them plowing out of Mobridge as they worked on into the night across the western Dakota landscape. We had a great day but now had to face the reality of a 500-mile drive back to Stevens Point.
...whom? ....what?
....the tree? ....the gras?...the clouds? ...my son? ...me? ....all....
..where? ...everywhere in everything , all the time...
The sound show to top them all...
CSX "Local" freight M780 has three old GP38/40 series motors grinding in notch 8 up the two and a half percent grade up the Cumberland escarpment. With 39 loads of Lhoist mineral traffic from Anderson on the drawbars it wouldn't be a simple run back up the mountain. The 39 loads were determined to be weight enough to require the manned Cowan pusher to hop on the rear and shove them over the hill after riding down on the rear of Q647 an hour earlier. For quite a few minutes you could hear the roar of both turbo and non turbo EMD 645 engine blocks howling as they gave every ounce of power to lift the heavy train up one of the steepest grades on the CSX System. When they entered the high rock walls of Big Hormady Cut the noise was absolutely deafening. One of the all time best man vs nature soundshows.
I'm revisiting old photos and developing them anew. Truthfully I'm procrastinating ... I will need to snowblow the driveway sometime today and I am just not in the mood. This is a street portrait that I think has potential but my skills with Photoshop won't let me 'get it to where I want it to go.' It was taken on the Lisbon subway (it was dark and the train was moving) at 1/15 second and subsequently is not as sharp as I would have wanted. I used 'high pass sharpening' and 'shake reduction' which improved it considerably. It's still not 'there' but perhaps it's closer to what I intended when I took it?
- Lisbon, Portugal -
These yucca plants popped against an early evening sky as the low sun streaked across them.
Taken at White Sands, NP in New Mexico.
Eurasian Jay (Garrulus glandarius)
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My latest ANIMAL VIDEO (it's very brief but pretty unusual: a tiny wall lizard attacks two young great tits): www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQqkSsyrm7E
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO: MY LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY TO BIRD PHOTOGRAPHY
If you've set yourself the challenge of exclusively shooting the wildlife in your own back yard, you might find - as I did - that bird photography is really, really hard.
It's not that reptiles are easy to photograph either, mind - but at least the ones in my garden stay (for the most part) on the ground, and one can learn how to carefully approach them with a camera. They're also clearly egoists, which from a photographer's point of view is is a great character trait: if a lizard detects a human in its vicinity, it's only interested in saving its own skin, and it won't alarm its buddies.
But birds... oh man. Over the years, my feathered friends and I have developed a lovely routine that now defines our peaceful co-existence. As soon as I as much as open a window (let alone the door), I'm instantly greeted by an eruption of panicky fluttering and hysterical shouts from my garden: "SAVE YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND FLY FOR YOUR LIVES: THE HAIRLESS, PINK MONSTER IS COMING!!! (Yes, I speak bird, and I know that this is exactly what they are shouting 😉).
Needless to say, with the exception of the redstart I already showed here, all my efforts to get the kind of detailed shots I usually strive for with my nature photography ended in complete failure and utter disillusionment. I was ready to give up on stalking the winged misanthropes in my garden altogether, but then winter came - and changed everything.
One day this past January I observed my neighbor Signora P - a kind, elderly Italian lady - putting something on the low garden wall in front of my house. At first I thought she was just putting some treat there for her cat Romeo; the young tom patrols that wall constantly (it's his favorite spot in the garden, and during the warmer months he usually lurks in the thick foliage next to it to prey on lizards).
But once I detected a lot of movement on that wall through my window, I understood she had put a little pile of bread crumbs there; she was feeding the birds who soon arrived in flocks. This was certainly well-intended on my neighbor's part, but her noble action came with a catch, and I'm afraid quite literally.
When I took a stroll through my garden the next day I discovered a suspicious amount of feathers on the ground next to the wall. Romeo had apparently switched from his low-calorie summer diet (lizard) to more energy-rich meals consisting of "fowl" (it was winter after all, so from a nutritionist's point of view this made sense).
I would find fresh traces of Romeo's victims (mostly feathers, but also the odd wing) in my garden over the following days; so my first intuition that my neighbor was feeding her cat hadn't been that far off after all, as Romeo was now clearly being "served" fresh birds on a daily basis. And although the hungry visitors seemed to be aware of the danger and became slightly more prudent, they just couldn't resist the tasty snacks Signora P put on that wall - and neither could Romeo.
It was obvious that I had to act, but talking to my neighbor - who is as stubborn as she is kind - would have been futile, I knew that much. I pondered the matter long and hard - until a light bulb went off in my head. The idea was genius. If successful, what I had in mind would not only increase the birds' chances of surviving Romeo's appetite, but also greatly benefit my own photographic endeavors.
I started to enact my master plan the very next day by buying a giant bag of bird feed (consisting mainly of sunflower seeds) from the store. Then I dragged a huge piece of a tree trunk (approx. 120 cm in height) that we normally chop firewood on in the shed out into the garden and emptied almost half of the bag's content on top of it. Signora P's buffet for birds (and cats) was about to get some serious competition 😊.
My reasoning was as follows: not only would the birds be lured away from the fatally low garden wall to a place where they were safe from the cat - there was nothing around that tree trunk that provided cover for a predator, and the birds had a nice 360° view around it at all times - but I was also able to photograph them while hiding in the shed.
However, in order for my plan to work there was one little extra measure I had to take, and it was one that risked lowering my own life expectancy considerably once the owner of the property - my mom - discovered it. You see, our shed is completely windowless, so if I wanted to use it as a blind, I had no choice but to cut a hole into one of its wooden walls... which I promptly did (I figured all's fair in love - and photography 😉).
Granted, I have absolutely zero carpentering skills, and it showed. That hole was an ugly mess: the shed's wall seemed to have had an encounter with Jack Nicholson's ax-wielding lunatic character from the film 'The Shining'. Needless to say, I was incredibly proud of my work (I mean, come on: there now was a hole where before there wasn't a hole, and it was big enough for the lens of my camera to peek through, so it was mission accomplished as far as I was concerned).
Now all I had to do was wait for the birds to discover the tree trunk. In the meantime I started to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable confrontation with my mom and go through possible explanations for that splintering hole in the wall (it was either gonna be a rabid woodpecker attack or an emergency rescue mission with a feeding tube for a little kid that had accidentally locked himself inside the shed - both seemed valid options, though I slightly preferred the locked-in kid due to the involved drama and heroism 😉).
A whole day went by, and not a single bird visited the sunflower seeds. I had expected that it might take a few hours until the first of the ever curious great tits or blue tits would show up, but given how tiny my garden is, an entire day seemed excessive. Then another day came and went: the birds kept flocking to the bread crumbs on the wall, and my tree trunk kept collecting dust. To add injury to insult, a few fresh feathers on the ground were proof that Romeo was still feasting.
It was incredibly frustrating: I provided my winged guests with a much better view - plus a higher chance of surviving the cuisine - than Signora P's place; I risked (almost) certain death at the hands of my own mother (OK, the act of vandalism on the shed I had committed for my own benefit, but still), yet the birds kept ignoring me.
Then, after three days, just before sunset, I spotted a single blue tit on the tree trunk picking away at the sunflower seeds.
When I got up the next morning I immediately realized that the loud noise that accompanies each and every tit activity had shifted from the wall to the shed. At last the dam had broken: there was a flurry of movement around the tree trunk, and I counted at least 5 different species of birds feasting on the sunflower seeds.
From day 4 onward my plan worked beautifully: the birds now indeed mostly ignored Romeo's "snack wall" and kept to the tree trunk. And yes, I was able to play peeping tom from behind the shed's wall and photograph them!! 😊
Thus, dear readers, I finally managed to produce some acceptable bird photos, and I had even saved my feathered friends from a deadly foe in the process. All through winter and spring I took advantage of my new bird hide, and in late May I started mixing some cherries with the sunflower seeds. The idea was to attract a Eurasian jay (Garrulus glandarius), and as you can see, it worked!
It took me almost three weeks and more than a few tricks to capture that clever fella, but given how long I've been rambling here already, that's a story for another day. As for my mom, she still doesn't know about the hole in the wall, so please don't snitch! 😉.
I hope you like the photo and wish you all a wonderful weekend! Many greetings from Switzerland, and as always: let me know what you think in the comments 🙏 😊 ❤!
P.S. if anyone has their own funny tale about the obstacles we photographers are prepared to overcome for a desired photo, please write it in the comments: I love such stories 😊
At my delivery in Chehalis Washington, backed into my dock, then grabbed my camera to take this picture. Only 100 feet from the front of my truck. Tough job, huh?
note: My camera is set to Central time zone, but obviously Washington is Pacific, so two hours different.
Here's a link to the other shots I had to pick from. I liked all of them, but had to make a decision.
"Today's teardrops are tomorrow's rainbows."
-Ricky Nelson
Crazy Tuesday: #Water
A funny note! After taking pictures of puddles near my apartment and getting wet (it's finally raining today); I didn't like the pictures I took. Then I thought about some water drops on some paper, mirror, plastic, etc inside my house. I tried several times and it seems my mind wasn't quite awake yet. I put some water drops with a spray bottle on some iridescent paper and click. But I didn't like them either. Nah! I wiped them off with my hand and these drops remained diagonally and well...cute... here they are. 😊
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Part of a former brewery in Faversham, Kent, ultimately operated by Whitbread until it closed in 1990. Much of the building is now a Tesco, but I’m not sure if this section on the left is owned by them or is accommodation.
Must be the time of year for these guys because several of my neighbors have them. I noticed they are leaving them in the plastic pot. Do they not last long? I don't know.
Still holding their GE Demonstrator paint scheme, a pair of these demonstrators that have been leased by CN lead Q116. All of these stayed on the CN roster and most have been repainted and modified to CN standards, which unfortunately lost some of their unique body characteristics these units had.
With both the special wraps in the spot you don’t want them to be, the Eastbound MISLAU freight, with a ballast train tacked onto the head end, drops downgrade through the sweeping curve at Austin, MT.
Spending as much time as I can at my favorite place, I watched the seabirds flee, I knew something was up, then this gigantic juvenile flew in front of me, over and around my head. The sun was setting. She gave me a lovely silhouette.
This one is younger than the two we saw on Sunday.
Be well dear Flickr friends!!!!
Shall I sew them to my bonnet?
They are flat, about an inch across (each) but the photo makes them look three-dimensional.
Another food flat lay. I was trying to make it a bit fun but it feels a bit stiff to me. Happy Thursday!
I saw them for the first time yesterday afternoon. All are the same except one (can you find him/her?)! I didn't see the father around, so I hope they'll be OK.
Thank you so much for stopping by and for the kind comments and favs. They are very much appreciated!
I usually only take a few shots of Sandhill Cranes because they are so far away, and my puny lens doesn't really get them all that well. I went out to Frenchman's Bar Park to see if I could find my favorite raptor (I didnt'). I wasn't quite prepared when this crane flew right over me, but I got it!
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Largeur de l'image : 47mm
EF100mm f/2.8 L IS USM
Stack de 82 images capturées avec Helicon Remote et assemblées avec Helicon Focus
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The windmills are the quintessential features of Mykonos landscape. There are plenty of them that have become a part and parcel of Mykonos. Visitors to Mykonos can see the windmills irrespective of the locale. From a distance, one can easily figure out the windmills, courtesy of their silhouette. They are primarily concentrated in the neighborhood of Chora and some are also located in and around Alevkantra. These innovative wheels were primarily used for crushing agricultural yields. In all, there were 16 such windmills in operation.
They are conspicuous by their snow-white color, spherical shape with the customary pointed roof made of the finest variety of wood. In the good old days, they were wind operated as Mykonos is renowned for their gusty wind, which continues to blow even today. The Windmills of Chora and the ones at Ano Mera were a great boon to the people of those localities and they were primarily used for grinding the agricultural products that were meant to be transported to places outside Mykonos.
As of now, with the advent of modernity, the windmills are no longer operational. But they continue to be a symbol of Mykonos rich virile past. Being hundreds of years old, most of the windmills have been thoroughly renovated and some have even been converted into museums, the most famous being the Bonis Windmill.
Mykonos windmills are a living testimony of the island's use of innovation when it came to tapping the enormous power of the wind to grind Mykonos agricultural produces.
Good Friday morning everyone, and as always hoping a great day and weekend will be had by all.
The people who knew this species warned me of there aggression and had found out first hand here, and they move pretty quickly.
It was a great experience and a lifer and well worth the effort it took to find them.
Have a great Father's Day to all.
There is a bridge as you get into the park. Two ducks were there. We gave them some food. As we left they came running behind us along the path.
“But at times I wondered if I had not come a long way to find that what I really sought was something I left behind”
~ Thomas West
In truth, this umbrella really belongs to a story involving a portrait of a Chinese couple, but that's a rather boring tale. I'd rather ponder this image as a metaphor for needful things left behind. Perhaps a reminder during this Christmas season to treasure the tresures we already have. Too often we leave them behind in the cold.
I often stare at the flies and other insects that I come across, so I'm not surprised when I find them staring at me. It's only fair.... : )
Hope everyone has a fantastic Fly Day and a peaceful and enjoyable weekend!
For those in the USA that are starting their 4th of July celebrations early, be safe, and have fun! :)
HFDF!