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Those pinnacles form the so called "the Sanctuary" and are the classic landmarks of the Trotternish peninsula, north Skye.
Those are my feet on the left :-). I was showing my new toy (a Canon SX 210 IS) to a couple of friends. Ray (the feet at the bottom) was checking it out and clicked the shutter release a couple of times. When I got home and downloaded, I found this potentially cool photo of our feet. A million crops, clones, layers, filters, masks, etc., later and this is the result. The original is below.
For those of you that don’t follow me, my passion lies in Flyfishing. This takes me to some beautiful backcountry. I always have my sling packed with the 5D Mark iii. This long exposure was taken after fishing the runs below these riffles.
Advanced Infantry are the oddballs of the New Oceanian military- footsoldiers who weren't quite good enough for SO71, were waitlisted for the Wyverns, or simply preferred serving in a more traditional military roll.
Here is another shot of my photo session with Ginny and The Pirate (The horse's name is Piraten, Swedish equivalent). It was a very difficult shot to get with all that direct sunlight, hence the focus wasn't perfect.
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I would SO love to live in one of these.
(Lomo'd b/c I blew out the sky...oops.) And it totally bugs me that the bottom of the frame does one of those "eye tricks" b/c of how I lined it up. It looks crooked, and it's not.
those pretty reticulated irises from the previous picture, one day later.
Welcome to March in Pennsylvania!
One more day in the deep freeze tomorrow, and then the weatherman says we're going to enjoy a real warm up next week.
I'm am SO ready!!
I've said it before, and I'll surely be repeating it for the foreseeable future, but, the word "road" in New Brunswick, can mean many things to many people, and one of those meanings is not necessarily "road" in the traditional sense. lol
I should have known from the name of the "road" that this was gonna be another fun trip. The bridge is located on, aptly named, Swamp Road. It started out paved (for about 30 feet), switched to gravel/dirt, then to a Swiss cheese (full of basketball sized holes)surface, and then devolved into a rutted, slippery, bumpy amusement park ride. To be honest, I've seen worse, but that was the 60s in New Mexico. Swamp Rd. was not a "road" for the faint of heart, and fortunately it was mostly down hill to the bridge. We couldn't have made it in a car, but my 4x4 F150 had no real trouble. Come to find out, if we had come from the other direction, the roads were comparatively reasonable. Story of my life. I believe that my covered bridge count is up to 12, may have forgotten one or two. I have a list of the next 10 or so that I want to shoot. I realized, while counting my 'accomplishment', that I had not posted all the bridges we had seen so far. The name of this bridge is the Marven Bridge, and it spans Belleisle Creek.
Those of us interested in strong, healthy muscles but worried about the aerosols in the gym may want to consider heading to the Calisthenics Park at the Blaarmeersen. Never mind the punishing diets, the gym dates and the doctors’ warnings, the quest to live a healthier, more active lifestyle has come to this in Ghent: playgrounds for adults - Blaarmeersen, Ghent, Belgium
In 2001, we figured the McCloud Railway was probably on borrowed time - we just didn't know how little there was left. That summer, I had a job at Oregon Tech. The campus was closed on Fridays as an energy conservation measure. I spent those Fridays burning hydrocarbons chasing nearby shortlines.
I was fortunate to make two trips to the McCloud Railway. Although I did not get a train on the line to Burney, the trains I did catch that were going to Lookout and Mount Shasta City were just fine with me. Since I had managed to get this shot several times, getting the mountain blocked out by clouds was no big deal.
In a little less than five years, the McCloud would cease hauling pine across the mountain. Although this track is still in place, the likelihood it will ever host a train again dims as time passes.
The Rothschild giraffe is an endangered species. All of those living in the wild are in protected areas in Kenya and Uganda.
With gratitude to Miguel de Cervantes.
I am going to double dip tonight. You get two images for the price of one. I am feeling mildly overwhelmed by the backlog of photos I have that I want to post... and I just printed another seven rolls tonight of new stuff. Sheesh. But, if you are going to do something, do it with everything you have.
My second image, as you will see in a moment will be another from Bridgetown, but I wanted to pitch in a very brief intermission first.
those boots
strobist: sb700 behind boot (visible) - lumopro camera left w/ spidey (the webslinger) red gel - triggered w/ v6
Black-capped Chickadee BCCH (Poecile atricapillus)
Cosmopolitan Park
Saskatoon SASK
Obs Near University Bridge (5 HWY ..College Dr)
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the difference of lighting
can be remarkable in the appearance of a bird... this one out in the open is very different looking than those seen in the shadows
initially i was disappointed i wasn't able to photograph this particular individual in a more natural setting
but now i more so appreciate this
For those of you who missed the Poinciana Trees, you’ll be glad to know we have a whole kilometer of them ahead!
This Burrowing Owl has that quizzical look in his eyes as it observes the camera.
Canon EOS 7D, EF300 f/4L IS USM, f/8, 1/1600, ISO 500
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You might have seen these before - they have been well worth the £3 they cost! First picture for the April one-a-day challenge.
"Only the First of the Tigers was not with us, for he was still hidden in the marshes of the North, and when word was brought to him of the Thing we had seen in the cave, he said. ‘I will go to this Thing and break his neck.’ So he ran all the night till he came to the cave; but the trees and the creepers on his path, remembering the order that Tha had given, let down their branches and marked him as he ran, drawing their fingers across his back, his flank, his forehead, and his jowl. Wherever they touched him there was a mark and a stripe upon his yellow hide. And those stripes do his children wear to this day! When he came to the cave, Fear, the Hairless One, put out his hand and called him ‘The Striped One that comes by night,’ and the First of the Tigers was afraid of the Hairless One, and ran back to the swamps howling.”
Rudyar Kipling, How Fear came, in The Second Jungle Book
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One of the less picturesque buildings in the middle of pretyt old Lisbon.
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Those (massive!) guys covered themselves with the quite chalky water from the closest waterhole and almost seemed like statues when they stopped moving.
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There where the waves shatter on the restless rocks
the clear light bursts and enacts its rose,
and the sea-circle shrinks to a cluster of buds,
to one drop of blue salt, falling.
O bright magnolia bursting in the foam,
magnetic transient whose death blooms
and vanishes--being, nothingness--forever:
broken salt, dazzling lurch of the sea.
You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence,
while the sea destroys its perpetual statues,
collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness:
because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics,
galloping water, incessant sand,
we make the only permanent tenderness.
-- Pablo Neruda. Sonnet IX: There where the waves shatter. 1950.