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i found a good backdrop for her,though i would be happier if it was a darker brown...i have 8 more princesses to go then i'm done!!
redtailed hawk (juv)
youngster didn't know its own weight. tried 3 thin branches, all too small, then gave up and found another tree altogether.
……. Another view of the Weir on the River Teme at Ludlow. This bridge was formerly know as the New Bridge when it was built by Thomas Telford back in 1823 - wouldn’t mind a penny per gallon thats flowed under it since then!! ….. Alan:-)
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Macro Mondays -- Theme "Handmade"
When this theme was announced I knew I would use a Christmas ornament. Choosing which one was a problem though for I have waaaaaay too much Christmas stuff and a lot of it is handmade. I settled on this one made of two nuts glued together then painted and dressed.
The ornament is about 2.5" tall but the portion of it shown is only about 1.5".
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
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Whilst at Bushy Park, happily capturing some action shots, my husband advised me to turn round slowly. This chap was just looking at us and he stood on his haunches as I prepared my camera. He stayed and posed for quite some time and held eye contact. A very bold grey squirrel. He buried this nut then ran up the old Oak and peered round, still curious.... They usually scarper when they sense movement. He was incredible.
As I was driving by this old barnyard, I noticed a few chickens hurriedly making their way across the yard to the shed. Then I spied the problem. A cocky rooster was purposely strutting toward the hens with just one thing on his mind. All I could think of was that the farmer bought a new young rooster and the hens were not pleased. I wish I could have watched what unfolded, but I was stopped in the middle of a country road (yet again). I can hear the ladies now, “We want old Mr. Doodledont back again.”
The then silent night had given way to the screams of pain, terror and the sinister and spiteful laughs of the vampire.
Their swords created through their own blood, with extreme speed fall on their victims dismembering them and decapitating. They didn't even have a chance to fight him with dignity, as they could only feel a sudden strong wind, see a brief figure and then, their bodies were sliced up with such force that their armor felt like paper.
In the sky, the moon shone like a huge, glittering silver scythe, a somewhat apt shape for this night, when he was a reaper and didn't make a point of leaving any poor devil alive. Everyone would pay for standing against him. With grace and extreme savagery their swords continued to fall on those who could no longer flee, who due to such fear, were paralyzed. It was a slaughter. He didn't care, he wouldn't be forgiving or pious tonight, he would be brutal and he insisted on demonstrating all his power, so that no mortal, vampire, or werewolf would ever make a point of rising up against him again. He would allow only the women and children to survive this night, to tell everyone about the horror that had befallen their city. When the animals controlled by a demon invaded the city gates, as if lashed by its invisible whip, and when finally the devil himself descended on them, always almost invisible, like a wind of death, at first tearing with its beastly claws the terrified people of the city, then impaling them, with spears created through their own blood, setting the city ablaze with flames that seemed to arise from hell itself or from your heart aflame with hate. When then the two swords set to fall on them, cutting flesh, amputating limbs and beheading heads.
The city of Khaldheim would be an example to everyone. The fire flickered in the burning houses, like huge insatiable demons wanting to feed on more and more, turning the once majestic houses to ashes. Like the flames, his swords were not content with the pile of dismembered bodies left in his path, like a scarlet wind, he continued to claim lives and as he did, he laughed with delight, for few things gave him more pleasure than wanton killing. His laughter echoed through the air, chilling the blood of those who were still alive even more, announcing that it wouldn't be for long.
There are people who speak ill of the fog of Milan. I don't know that of the other countries, but this in Milan is a great fog, nice, affectionate, friendly. Allow everything like a caress. And then it seems to me that the fog invites to intimacy, optimism, confidence.
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; ))
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It was the coldest night of the year 2016 here in Toronto, with temperature down to -26C, and wind chill adding to (or rather subtracting from) it. Lake Ontario was steaming, and the shallow water behind the windbreaker was almost completely covered by ice, with only a small patch remaining. The birds that decided to stay here through the winter had a very tough night. Wild geese were trying to sleep sitting on ice. It would be a sad sight – if not for the couple of swans in the water, patiently waiting for the morning. And then it came, cold but very beautiful...
After coming up with the title for this picture, I googled it – and found this song by The Lone Bellow: www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CKS7qWayDk I’ve never heard of them before, but thought this might go well with the photo:
“Then came the morning
It was bright, like a light that you kept from your smile…”
“Go then, there are other worlds than these.”
— Stephen king, The Gunslinger
Taken @ Falconcrest Isle
Font: Mister Sirloin.
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John Clare
Young Lambs
The spring is coming by a many signs;
The trays are up, the hedges broken down,
That fenced the haystack, and the remnant shines
Like some old antique fragment weathered brown.
And where suns peep, in every sheltered place,
The little early buttercups unfold
A glittering star or two--till many trace
The edges of the blackthorn clumps in gold.
And then a little lamb bolts up behind
The hill and wags his tail to meet the yoe,
And then another, sheltered from the wind,
Lies all his length as dead--and lets me go
Close bye and never stirs but baking lies,
With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.
I found some light mesh in the garden for this week's theme, the challenge then was how to light it. The t light candle came to mind and I used a reflector to send a little light onto the mesh.
I hope you all have a wonderful day! I am going on an adventure today, and will not be on until late tonight! See you all then!
(3 image HDR)With a little twist of 'olli-ort'..
Thanks for all the Christmas & new year wishes..
INFO 'The Domesday Book records Ringmore as a Devon Manor known then as ‘Ronmore’. Stephen de Haccombe, and his successors are know to have built three chapels in the area, two survive as chapels today, one at Haccombe, and the other is St Nicholas in Ringmore, Shaldon.
The third local chapel is only a ruin. Church Architects are of the opinion the St Nicholas is of 13th Century origins, a fact borne out by the East end Wall with it’s Lancet window-a fact accepted as proof.
Records of various events refer to this church, and the Register of Baptisms was started in 1616, prior to that, Baptisms had taken place at Haccombe. About this time, the Carew family –now Lords of the Manor of Haccombe, carried out repairs to St Nicholas, but the fabric of the building, and it’s architectural features were kept intact. Haccombe Church supplied the Clergy to the Church until 1621 when the first Clergy signed the Baptism register - Elezeus Coke.
Burial and Marriage registers were than started –and in 1671 Lord Clifford bought several local estates including the Manor of Ringmore with St Nicholas Parish. Bishop Keppel visited the church in 1768 and decided that care was needed to restore the Church.
By 1790 a large extension had been added, and a gallery built, along with various other improvements. Mention of a Church organ was made in 1827, but was then replaced with an early version of the Harmonium called a ‘Seraphine’. 1839 saw a gallery added to the North wall for the Sunday School, and a new roof with a domed skylight and wooden Bell tower added in1841. The original font had been removed, and replaced by the existing font-which is Saxon or early Norman.
Reverend Richard Marsh-Dunn cancelled plans for any more changes to St Nicholas, as he had decided to build a new church on the reclaimed land on Riverside in Shaldon.
This was consecrated and dedicated to St.Peter, and became the new Parish Church of St.Nicholas, South Devon in 1903. St Nicholas was subsequently renovated with funds generated by a generous benefactor, and was given the official title of Chapel of Ease.'
I saw this painting in a shop window in Old Montreal and it reminded me of when I was a kid. My brothers and I and all the kids in our neighborhood would be outside right after school playing road hockey, then again right after dinner we would be outside playing road hockey until dark! We played hockey all year round! We made up our teams and this was our passion from the time we were about 10 or 12 years old until 16 years old! We always pretended we were our favorite NHL hockey hero as we were out there on the road playing hockey!
Even my Dad played on a Ice Hockey Team in Ayr, Ontario when he was growing up and it was his passion until he met my Mom. After that, the hockey went out the window,lol!
Montreal,QC
Canada
HFF!
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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.
Converted from 1 raw in Photomatix.OPfilter, then Liquify filter in Photoshop applied. Premapped parrot added.
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.
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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#LookingCloseOnFriday / #Eyes / #Ojos
I visited here in October and the bridge was shut then, apparently its gone altogether now. I hope they replace it with a bridge that is beautiful as well as functional.
Old Oak: “We are far from the only trees here. But it is we, the oaks, who determine the life of this forest. If you ask one of the scientists, he will say that we are edificators. This means that if there is no us, then this forest will not exist. Everything will be overgrown with birches. There will be a completely different community, and for many who live here today, there will be no place in it.»
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I'm overdue for another morning out here, it's always worthwhile. Until then, however, here's one that's been laying around for a while from a trip last year.
Connecticut Southern Railroad's Hartford to Springfield turn job CSO-4 is led by a pair of B39-8Es in the form of orange repainted CSOR 3901 and CSOR 8530 still in its as delivered LMX gray paint and number dating from it Nov. 1987 build date by GE.
They are on Amtrak's Springfield Line main near MP 50 crossing the Connecticut River on the Warehouse Point Bridge crossing from the town of Windsor Locks into Enfield. The 1470 ft long double track bridge (though only one track is in service) dates from 1903 when the circa 1866 iron bridge was rebuilt by the New Haven Railroad, but even that structure was the second one on the site replacing a wooden Howe truss that first crossed here in 1843 by NH predecessor Hartford and Springfield Railroad.
Enfield, Connecticut
Friday March 11, 2022
Shot for Week 21 of my "52 Weeks of 2023" flickr group project given the theme "Go Low".
I went to the park to get pics of birds and ducks along the creek. I was tracking a duck walking in the grass. Then I heard a lot of quacking and rustling behind me. When I turned around, I saw this furry little duckling looking right at me. Such a cutie, and barely as tall as the blades of grass...
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The Storm Approaches...
Up and out by 5.00 am just ahead of the sunrise, greeted by a cloudy, stormy morning; heavy, large raindrops fell like blobs from the sky. each one exploded like large water balloons on the pavement and grass at my feet...
The turbulent sky roiled and boiled in front of my lens; as i braved the wind and the rain to snap this photo. then came the deluge and a sudden mad dash for home.
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The step-like terraces form as heated water moves along the Morris-Mammoth Fault. The hot water carries dissolved calcium and bicarbonate to the surface of the terraces where pressure lessens. Carbon dioxide then escapes as gas and the carbonate combines with calcium to precipitate as travertine
The sea was very choppy then suddenly the wind dropped. Two of the crew on this boat decided to take a nap.
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Road Trip 2013 - Day 15 - June 25 - Pecos National Historical Park
...At the end of the park loop we explored the ruins of an old Spanish Mission. A bit of a bittersweet feeling. One one hand, it looked to be a wonderful structure back in the day, on the other, it was quite an intrusion to the lives of the Cicuye village people ...
Road Trip: Pecos National Historical Park
... and photographically, everything remained gorgeous. Deep blue sky, wonderful white clouds floating around, by then lots of warm light from the afternoon sun traveling downward towards the horizon. I found several angles on the Mission that I liked a lot and am sharing only one of them here. However, a place like this offers never-ending opportunities!
See references on my blog for further reading ...
* It only took about 15 minutes to drive from Plockton to the village of Kyle of Lochalsh . This is where the relatively new bridge to the Isle of Skye is situated . It then takes about two hours to reach the most northerly township of Kilmaluag on the Trotternish Peninsula. This image was taken at a lay by just north Of Digg a very attractive spot to have a sandwich and stretch the legs
The isle of Skye is very beautiful its coastline varied and dramatic . The Cullin mountains in particular are a wonderful sight. Sadly though Skye was very busy, the only part of out trip were this was the case . We were hoping to get a close look Old Man of Storr and take a walk in The Quiraing. In both cases the car parks were absolutely rammed and it was impossible to park up. The drive up to the carpark for the The Quiraing was particularly tiresome. It was a steep climb up a twisty single track road for about six miles. I was clear half way up that the car park would be full but it was impossible to turn round. . We had to drive all the way to the top before driving round the full car park and the descending down the same dammed road . Given it was mid week in late September I had not expected Skye to be so busy. It must be crazy there in the main holiday season
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We see homeless camps in the cities but do you ever see one by the river or in an out of the way place?? This was created in MidJourney and upscaled with Artificial Intelligent Enhance by Mediachance then finished in Photoshop...
The green (what we usually expect if someone says, "look at that moss,") is the gametophyte phase of this moss. The plants make eggs, and sperm, that fertilizes the egg. Then, if all goes well, a non-green structure, the sporophyte, grows from the fertilized egg. Each sporophyte has a capsule on its end, and spores are grown there, then released, and washed or blown to another occasion.
This entire assembly was (and most likely still is) growing on a downed tree trunk.
Isn't God a great artist? Thank you for looking.
We drove down to Denali National Park and Wilderness Preserve on Sunday, Mother's Day. What was intended to be a relaxing day was anything but. We should have known better than to go yesterday, but we went anyways.
Normally, we stay away from Denali during tourist season because of the crowds. We prefer going where no one goes, but we do venture down to the Park in off season.
We seen the usual, moose and caribou, and there were a few people stopped to watch them. We went further on and there was a traffic jam, maybe 15 cars parked watching a bear on the hill. It wouldn't have been so bad if the people parked their cars on the side of the road, but no, in their haste and excitement, they parked their brains in their sphincter and not only parked in the middle of the road, but left their car doors open. It took us a few minutes to get through the congestion, and we parked along the side of the road a few hundred yards down the road. It was pathetic to watch, cars were hopscotching down the road, following the bear. The poor bear was on a hill and wanted to cross the road, but the cars would not let him.
Finally, the bear was right out our window looking at us, I snapped a few photos, this being one of them, then the cars and foot traffic surrounded us.
It took us another five or so minutes to get out of the jam again, we turned around where we could and waited, soon the traffic all passed us, so we knew the bear was out of sight. We left the park, disgusted at the people who park their brains when the see wildlife.
We may try Denali again on a weekday, but we have other places to go where no one goes.
I still can't hike like I used too before I got sick, but we did manage a small hike at another spot on the way home.
The macro lens trip goes on. I waited ten minutes, standing in cold muddy water. Then they came fluttering back.
Shot with the Canon FD 100mm f4.0, aperture 8.0 .
While visiting my daughter in Texas one of my Grandsons had a field trip to the Crocodile Encounter. My daughter and I decided to go and see what it was all about and try to catch a glimpse of my Grandson. We all had a fun time and the weather was fantastic. I even held a snake and a baby alligator! They had lots more animals then just Gators and Crocs!
Happy Fence Friday and hope you too have a laid back weekend!