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De zon ging achter de wolken onder ,maar goed dat ik vroeg ben gegaan anders had ik er voor niets gestaan :-))
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The sun went down behind the clouds, but it was a good thing that I asked myself otherwise I would not have been there for nothing :-))
...have fascinated me and I am deeply impressed every time I see them somewhere in the forests of Switzerland. I know this picture is not very new anymore but I recently got some input or an idea from someone who shared his beautiful photo from a jay with us here on Flickr. I had completely forgotten that I have various pictures of jays myself, but never published them on my photostream here. This happens to me very often because I spend most of my time in the wild nature and can then take photos of various animals. The time spent out there is the most important thing for me and the wonderful moments of being able to experience it up close and in the middle of the wild. Selecting the many photos later on is always a lot of work for me and I shy away from it whenever possible. In this way, many of my photos stay on the memory card for a long time before I copy them to my computer. A lot of things are forgotten and I only discover the pictures when I really find the time or when I get a thought-provoking idea from someone like now. In this sense, I would like to thank Mike for recently publishing one of his photos of jays. www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/
This was a good opportunity to check myself again to see if I have anything useful about jays - this beautiful and clever bird of the forest.
As you can see, I found what I was looking for, but I had a lot of trouble choosing one photo from the many that I have. On top of that, I have a lot of trouble choosing one of my usually many photos. I really hope that I have chosen the right one for you and that it is beautiful enough to enjoy?
Well, the story behind this photo might also be informative for you. Actually, I was out and about in the forests of Switzerland and my surroundings again, primarily to photograph squirrels, because I now knew very well where you could find them and at what time. But things usually turn out differently than you think and, as is so often the case out there in nature, you experience small or large surprises. Anyway, I saw squirrels and was able to photograph some very nicely, but the real star of the day was definitely the jay. Why? To my great surprise and even greater joy, the jay passed by several times where I was photographing the squirrels, or at least trying to haha..
This jay sat on a branch not very far from me and maybe watched me doing something strange. At least that's how it seemed to me and it didn't fly away straight away but stayed in the tree for a while before moving on. As if that wasn't enough, he kept coming back to me and the whole game started again. I was simply fascinated by this magnificent bird with its beautiful blue feathers on its side. What more could you expect from a day in the wild than such an amazing spectacle that you can then capture with your camera. There was just one thing that annoyed me a little: my wrong settings on my camera. I was probably a bit nervous and set the exposure time much too short because I now had a camera with image stabilization. In that sense, I could have halved the time and the ISO values would not have been so high. I can't change it now and I'm very happy despite everything because the really nice thing about it all was the great experience with the clever jay, which made me lose track of time that day.
The wonders of creation are so diverse that this beauty will never end. Creation is here. It is in you right now, it has always been. The world is a wonder. The world is magic. The world is love. And it is here, now.
- Iroquois Indian
We must protect the forests for our children, grandchildren and children yet to be born. We must protect the forests for those who cannot speak for themselves, like the birds, animals, fish and trees.
- Qwatsinas Edward Moody
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.
It is the source of all true art and all science.
He to whom this emotion is a stranger,
who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe,
is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.”
― Albert Einstein
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Real People Series ~ Candid Street Portraits
Echo's owner is in the reflection of his eyeball. No photo trickery, just a cool thing that horses' eyes do.
It was one of the early morning moonset time and sunrise time to see the big moon or small moon. It depends on how you take photos of the ground subjects. Actually, the moon size is about the same, the only thing that you can see the ground subject from far away that will make the moon looks large. This was taken at Crissy Field.
One more month to stay home. We will make it through ... :)
P.S. I do like the sky colors during the sunrise time.
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I don't know how it happened, but this poor sea gull had a lure on his upper beak. He must have thought it was a real fish but was the fisherman there when it happened? I reported it to the Park Rangers but no response.
Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!
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no idea what this is yet, but I tried my hand at a little astrophotography, and one series of frames basically just has this in it. this is cropped out a frame that has stars in it, and this seems about 100 times bigger than a star, thumbnail-wise.
in any case, it's kinda cool looking.
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Biblical mural in the old prison. I don't thing this was a chapel, or only a chapel. It looked like it was set up as a mess hall.
Yippee, I can now make some real flapjacks. I asked Sarah (sister), if she could bring over some real Lyle's Golden Syrup for me. One tin and expected her to find a cheaper brand of some in a bottle. She did me proud and got Lyles in a bottle too.
Just need to go and get some porridge oats in the morning as I see Sunday treats on the menu. We haven't any for ages.
NB If I miss commenting on your uploads I'm sorry. My "Activity Feed" is up the creek and I'm not seeing all your photos. I've asked for Flickr help, but it's still not solved, as yet. I'm doing my best via Following, which isn't great.
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It was good to get out on the Silver Machine again today after a couple of weeks away...
especially as the weather is set to change soon..
(Crappy phone image..)
It looked like a heated conversation was going on at the feeding platform yesterday.
They will soon be moving on sadly but in a few months hopefully their red breasted cousins will be back at the feeding station here.
I may not always get to thank you for every fave or reply to a comment that you might leave here on my image but, just know each comment is read and very much appreciated.
from the series: b/w impressions of South Limburg
Thank you everyone for your visit, favorites and comments.
Redesign do clássico anti-herói Swamp Thing através da capa da edição #43, na qual ainda havia a mente brilhante de Alan Moore por trás. Talvez a ilustração mais trabalhosa (e demorada) que já fiz.
Capa original: yfrog.com/2sswampthing9p
While sleeping at night on first day campsite, the only thing which came in my mind was to return back from here. Earlier, we had faced bad attitude of porters, unfriendly behavior of Gujjar’s, unavailability of bread in villages and most of all, the unplanned glacier road blockage. Our four team members have already returned back on day one. Among them, one of our team members Tanwir Jogi got seriously ill because of diarrhea and have to return back to Soch village, even before the start of trek. Everything bad was happening with us.
On second day morning, when I opened my eyes, I saw five out of eight of our team members were preparing to return back from here. They did not wanted to waste more days on this journey. I asked from Rashid bhi a friend of mine from Faisalabad and my brother Salman what we should do now. Would, we go further from here or also returned back with rest. Both asked me whatever decision has to be taken, that need to be carried out by me and they will be agreed on it. Salman came to me and said, at least we should gave a try and let the other members returned. He further said, It might be happened that we could never able to visit this place again in our lives. I decided we three will continue the journey ahead. We revised our plan and decided to attempt North east pass for entering Sirkhata valley. This pass was earlier discussed with me by one of the icon of mountaineering Ahmed Mujtaba. According to him it is tough one. From top of this mountain pass there are three further routes extends: one extends towards Manusar Lake the other one enters into upstream of Jalkot nala valley and third one which we have attempted was upstream of Sirkhata valey..
For my friend NatuurfotoRien/Rien in Holland, who loves corvids.
I had this odd notion that when I retire I would carve a totem pole, and so over the years, I learned more and more about northwest coast art, culture, and carving. One of the pieces I studied was this - a huge cedar sculpture carved by the great sculptor, Bill Reid, to whom the telling of this ancient story is credited.
Bill Reid was a Haida indian (Haida is their word for “human”). The Haida tribe lives in the Queen Charlotte Islands off the coast of northern Canada (below Alaska), in a special place they call Haida Gwaii. Bill is widely credited for reviving the arts of the northwest coast - he was an amazing sculptor. I am disappointed I will never meet him.
The northwest coast tribes have many gods - all animals. Raven is the Haida equivalent of “fox”. Tricky, playful, smart, inquisitive - these are all qualities of Raven, whose play and trickery created the stars in the sky, the sun, the ocean and man.
The man-size (literally) sculpture is inside the University of British Columbia museum in Vancouver, Canada. When it was installed, Bill had the children of Haida Gwaii come to the installation - each with bottles of sand from the beach at Haida Gwaii, so Raven, could be installed in his native soil.
Here is his telling of their genesis myth - one of the most sacred stories in Haida culture:
The Story of the Raven Creating Man by Bill Reid
The great flood which had covered the earth for so long had receded, and even the thin strip of sand now called Rose Spit, stretching north from Naikun village lay dry. The Raven had flown there to gorge himself on the delicacies left by the receding water, so for once he wasn't hungry. But his other appetites - lust, curiosity and the unquenchable itch to meddle and provoke things, to play tricks on the world and its creatures - these remained unsatisfied.
He had recently stolen the light from the old man who kept it hidden in a box in his house in the middle of the darkness, and had scattered it throughout the sky. The new light spattered the night with stars and waxed and wane in the shape of the moon. And it dazzled the day with a single bright shining which lit up the long beach that curved from the spit beneath Raven's feet westward as far as Tao Hill. Pretty as it was, it looked lifeless and so to the Raven quite boring. He gave a great sigh, crossed his wings behind his back and walked along the sand, his shiny head cocked, his sharp eyes and ears alert for any unusual sight or sound. Then taking to the air, he called petulantly out to the empty sky. To his delight, he heard an answering cry - or to describe it more closely, a muffled squeak.
At first he saw nothing, but as he scanned the beach again, a white flash caught his eye, and when he landed he found at his feet, buried in the sand, a gigantic clamshell. When he looked more closely still, he saw that the shell was full of little creatures cowering in terror of his enormous shadow.
Well, here was something to break the monotony of his day. But nothing was going to happen as long as the tiny things stayed in the shell, and they certainly weren't coming out in their present terrified state. So the Raven leaned his great head close to the shell, and with the smooth trickster's tongue that had got him into and out of so many misadventures during his troubled and troublesome existence, he coaxed and cajoled and coerced the little creatures to come out and play in his wonderful, shiny new world. As you know the Raven speaks in two voices, one harsh and strident, and the other, which he used now, a seductive bell-like croon which seems to come from the depths of the sea, or out of the cave where the winds are born. It is an irresistible sound, one of the loveliest sounds in the world. So it wasn't long before one and then another of the little shell-dwellers timidly emerged. Some of them immediately scurried back when they saw the immensity of the sea and the sky, and the overwhelming blackness of the Raven. But eventually curiosity overcame caution and all of them had crept or scrambled out. Very strange creatures they were: two-legged like the Raven, but there the resemblance ended. They had no glossy feathers, no thrusting beak. Their skin was pale, and they were naked except for the long black hair on their round, flat-featured heads. Instead of strong wings, they had thin stick-like appendages that waved, and fluttered constantly. They were the original Haidas, the first humans.
For a long time the Raven amused himself with his new playthings, watching them as they explored their much expanded-world. Sometimes they helped one another in their new discoveries. Just as often, they squabbled over some novelty they found on the beach. And the Raven taught them some clever tricks, at which they proved remarkably adept. But the Raven's attention span was brief, and he grew tired of his small companions. For one thing, they were all males. He had looked up and down the beach for female creatures, hoping to make the game more interesting, but females were nowhere to be found. He was about to shove the now tired, demanding and quite annoying little creatures back into their shell and forget about them when suddenly - as happens so often with the Raven - he had an idea.
He picked up the men, and in spite of their struggles and cries of fright he put them on his broad back, where they hid themselves among his feathers. Then the Raven spread his wings and flew to North Island. the tide was low, and the rocks, as he had expected, were covered with those large but soft-lipped molluscs known as red chitons. The Raven shook himself gently, and the men slid down his back to the sand. The he flew to the rock and with his strong beak pried a chiton from its surface.
Now, if any of you have ever examined the underside of a chiton, you may begin to understand what the Raven had in his libidinous, devious mind. He threw back his head and flung the chiton at the nearest of the men. His aim was as unerring as only a great magician's can be, and the chiton found its mark in the delicate groin of the startled, shell-born creature. There the chiton attached itself firmly. Then as sudden as spray hitting the rocks from a breaking wave, a shower of chitons broke over the wide-eyed humans, as each of the open-mouthed shellfish flew inexorably to its target.
Nothing quite like this had ever happened to the men. They had never dreamed of such a thing during their long stay in the clamshell. They were astounded, embarrassed, confused by a rush of new emotions and sensations. They shuffled and squirmed, uncertain whether it was pleasure or pain they were experiencing. They threw themselves down on the beach, where a great storm seemed to break over them, followed just as suddenly by a profound calm. One by one the chitons dropped off. The men staggered to their feet and headed slowly down the beach, followed by the raucous laughter of the Raven, echoing all the way to the great island to the north which we now call Prince of Wales.
That first troop of male humans soon disappeared behind the nearest headland, passing out of the games of the Raven and the story of humankind. Whether they found their way back to the shell, or lived out their lives elsewhere, or perished in the strange environment in which they found themselves, nobody remembers, and perhaps nobody cares. They had played their roles and gone their way.
Meanwhile the chitons had made their way back to the rock, where they attached themselves as before. But they too had been changed. As high tide followed low and the great storms of winter gave way to the softer rains and warm sun of spring, the chitons grew and grew, many times larger than their kind had ever been before. Their jointed shells seemed about to fly apart from the enormous pressure within them. And one day a huge wave swept over the rock, tore them from their footholds and carried them back to the beach. As the water receded and the warm sun dried the sand, a great stirring began among the chitons. From each emerged a brown skinned, black-haired human. This time there were both males and females among them, and the Raven could begin his greatest game: the one that still goes on.
They were no timid shell-dwellers these, but children of the wild coast, born between the sea and land, challenging the strength of the stormy North Pacific and wresting from it rich livelihood. Their descendants built on its beaches the strong, beautiful homes of the Haidas and embellished them with the powerful heraldic carvings that told of the legendary beginnings of great families, all the heros and heroines and the gallant beasts and monsters who shaped their world and their destinies. For many generations they grew and flourished, built and created, fought and destroyed, living according to the changing seasons and the unchanging rituals of their rich and complex lives.
It's nearly over now. Most of the villages are abandoned, and those which have not entirely vanished lie in ruins. The people who remain are changed. The sea has lost much of its richness, and great areas of land itself lie in waste. Perhaps it's time the Raven started looking for another clamshell.
So I was just throwing stuff together and it came out so pretty, didn't it?! I feel like I am really finding my niche when it comes to fantasy!
I'm not a blogger but I still like to give shout outs and do appreciation posts for some of my favorite creators from time to time...and this is going to be one of them!
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First of all, this pose is by Be My Mannequin? Pose Store and its called (Strangely Beautiful) 'SB Sitting.' I am always in love with this pose store because of how natural and versatile all the poses are. If I can squeeze in a pose from there in my pictures, I'm gonna do it!
These stunning, vibrant eyes are by none other than Gloom who is among my top favorite eye creators (he also does gorgeous skins too). This vibrant set of eyes is part of the Villain Collection: Pack 4 Neon 1
Hexumbra has some stunning makeups. I'm not normally one who finds any interest in makeup but I can't help but want to experiment with Hexumbra; especially for my fantasy looks! In this case I went with the Nova Eye Shadow #5, the Alita HD Lipstick, and Daisy Cheek Set (tinted teal).
Pariah is not for faint of heart but only in the best of ways! One of my favorite brow sets by them is the Weeb Trash Brows w/ dots for EvoX. Additionally the paleness of my skin is thanks to their Virus Body Powder (with ears overlay too). I love the soft paleness it brings over my usual tanned skin.
Nefekalum Tattoos has been a massive part of my fantasy kick as of late and man have they been inspiring me! The scales you see me wearing is the brand new Corra Scales #17! I had trouble deciding which set of scales to use!
You can't go wrong with Dura! Some of the most natural hairs I've ever loved came from them. Here I'm using B-129.
To help complete that look I really wanted, I added the fantastic Holy Hell Full Body Feathers by Aii & Ego! I can't begin to tell you how much I love the details on these feathers! Anyone who's anyone (and that's everyone) knows this is one THE places to go to for anything fantasy!
One of my absolute favorite landscapers is definitely Cerridwen's Cauldron. You can see a lot of this shop in my 'Eden' series which you can find in my albums! But in THIS picture, I used the Giant Puffball, the Mythspire Grey Rock, Gaia Underbrush (which has some incredible color options!), and the Glowing Quartz Crystal.
Hextraordinary's WIll-O'-The Wisp takes front stage as the object of interest as the fluttering creature you see!
Additionally I'm wearing Static's gorgeous Elst Eyes, Petrichor's Karzakk Collar, Conviction's The Claws V.2, and Noche's Roman Gold Cuffs.
Just an updated profile picture. ♥
Lelutka Chloe head, Glam Affair Agnes Applier, Doux hair
I gotta be cool relax, get hip
Get on my track's
Take a back seat, hitch-hike
And take a long ride on my motor bike
Until I'm ready
Crazy little thing called love
Graveyard
Halsey
It's crazy when
The thing you love the most is the detriment
Let that sink in
You can think again
When the hand you wanna hold is a weapon and
You're nothin' but skin
Oh, 'cause I keep diggin' myself down deeper
I won't stop 'til I get where you are
I keep runnin', I keep runnin', I keep runnin'
They say I may be makin' a mistake
I would've followed all the way, no matter how far
I know when you go down all your darkest roads
I would've followed all the way to the graveyard
Oh, 'cause I keep diggin' myself down deeper
I won't stop 'til I get where you are
I keep runnin' when both my feet hurt
I won't stop 'til I get where you are
Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads
I would've followed all the way to the graveyard (No, oh)
You look at me (Look at me)
With eyes so dark, don't know how you even see
You push right through me (Push right through me)
It's gettin' real
You lock the door, you're drunk at the steering wheel
And I can't conceal
Oh, 'cause I've been diggin' myself down deeper
I won't stop 'til I get where you are
I keep runnin', I keep runnin', I keep runnin'
They say I may be makin' a mistake
I would've followed all the way, no matter how far
I know when you go down all your darkest roads
I would've followed all the way to the graveyard
Oh, 'cause I keep diggin' myself down deeper
I won't stop 'til I get where you are
I keep runnin' when both my feet hurt
I won't stop 'til I get where you are
Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads
I would've followed all the way to the graveyard
Oh, it's funny
How the warning signs can feel like they're butterflies?
Oh, 'cause I keep diggin' myself down deeper
I won't stop 'til I get where you are
I keep runnin' when both my feet hurt
I won't stop 'til I get where you are
Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads
I would've followed all the way to the graveyard