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NS 215 is in a rare moment of idle as the motors prepare to cross Brushy Mountain Road, on Braswell Mountain. As soon as he passes the signals behind me he will notch both motors into dynamics as they come down off the summit. Both motors no longer exist in this form and the scene here has been changed as the mountain was cleared two years ago after ice and snow downed trees closing the line.
Those were the days....................
........I remember strolling up Flask Walk from Hampstead Heath after a game of footie on a Sunday morning, having a pint or two and a cigarette at this pub.......... I was only Thirteen and a half at the time ;^))!
Those Inca walls impressed me a lot the first time I saw them
The way in which these huge blocks were perfectly assembled and without any mortar have resisted all the earthquakes for more than 500 years, remains a mystery...
Those mountains are part of what is called the Great Dividing Range. They run parallel to the East Coast of Australia, going through three states. They are 3700km long (2300 miles).
Walking around the block with my grandson when we found this HUGE leaf, larger than his 4 year old body was tall, hanging over onto the sidewalk. Of course it was an invitation to go behind the leaf and peek out. Those precious eyes that stare out into the world with wonder and curiosity day in and day out forever captured! Thank you iPhone!!
Saw those white Frayed Tulips in the shop, one bouquet, with a tag saying 'Specialty Tulips'...View On Black
There is also a 'TREND' in the flower world, I noticed over the years, different in countries too!
I don't know if it's the same where you live, but the fashion is 'frayed', last week I bought a dress for my granddaughter, Paul looked with huge eyes; you are going to give this, but it is FRAYED!!! tee hee
Of course I bought them... props he?
Giving my flowers SOUL? My Soul Flowers on youtube and Studio Flowers 2011
Why not take a few minutes, click on the links, sit back and relax, enjoy the beauty, you'll feel replenished?
Have a good day and thanx, M, (*_*)
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For those that have followed my photostream... you may very well recognize this large mule deer buck. He has become affectionately known as "Too Tall" over the last five years of photographing him as his antlers always appear to be "too tall" for his head. I managed to find him a couple of times this past weekend which was my first serious weekend of trying to find him during the rut this year. He has added some tines to his antlers but it still seems that most of it has gone into height instead of tines.
As per usual... he seems to wait until all the other bucks have battled it out and then comes in and scoops up all the does. There were two other bucks that are getting to be his size but they were still no match for him and one ended up with bloody haunches as a result of a tangle with him. I have photos of him as well and will upload a number of photos from the mule deer rut over the next little while.
To me... he is just one of the most regal animals in Waterton National Park and it will be interesting to see how long his stronghold on his turf lasts in the next few years with some large bucks moving in... one of which I am pretty sure is one of his offspring.
I have uploaded this one a little larger than most and I think he's always worth a look Large
Can you name those responsible?
Images of the forms taken by the terrible cloud of the burning oil.
These are straight photographs of the cloud.
To get a wider picture go here: flickr.com/photos/algo/72332476/in/set-1813924/
They look so sweet and content...ha ha ha! 2 minutes before this was shot, camille was screaming and 2 minutes after hayden was screaming. then they both fell over.
thank you anna for the darling bloomers, they're still too big!
a quick 20 second stop motion.
music used is fireflies by owl city.
i apologize for the quality, i really don't know how to save stuff in window's movie maker. if anyone knows, please tell :D
i felt the beginning of the music reminded me of bokeh :D
anyhoo, enjoy! *expect conceptual ones later this month*
explored! thanks<3
(another) photo of "little birds" (ruby-throated hummingbirds) in the garden, which is like their own jungle.
I miss your cold, black nose
Not to mention those funny toes
You had some wicked, winning ways
Just reminiscing on those days.
Black & white your colour scheme
You and I made quite a team..
My world is empty now but I can dream....
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Here is an excerpt from my Journal entry on this day in 2018, for those who would share my travel adventures. Sometimes a picture doesn't tell the whole story ....
This morning we took a Shinkansen train from Tokyo west to Toyama. Here we changed to a local train to Takayama and then changed to a bus for a one hour ride to our hotel in Ryokan. We are staying at the Ryokan Hodakaso Sanganoyu hot springs hotel. Nishi San (our Japanese guide) gave us a long talk on the etiquette of naked bathing in the hot springs, and how to conduct ourselves in a traditional Japanese hotel.
We were greeted when we arrived at this most traditional of Japanese hotels tucked away in the snow capped hills of rural Japan. Being a traditional Japanese hotel, we took off our shoes in an anti-room when we entered the building. The anti-room had two floor levels, on the lower of these we removed our shoes which staff took the instant they left our feet. Only then could we step the 4 or 5 cm up to the higher level. On this level we walked in our socks through to the reception area where dozens of pairs of identical slippers were laid out in rows, women to the left, men to the right.
The slippers ranged in size from rather small to enormous. I couldn't be bothered looking for a suitable sized pair, I slipped my feet into the first medium sized pair I saw. These slippers were to be worn when walking anywhere in the hotel. I soon discovered all the slippers are left footed, and even the best fitting of them do not fit. They are uncomfortable to wear, I must concentrate just to keep them on my feet, walking is therefore both deliberate and slow. They are also a trip hazard.
Togged up in our new footwear we discovered the hotel hadn’t prepared for our arrival. There were no straight answers to the simplest of questions. We stood around like cows waiting to be milked, but the milking machine seemed to be broken. Eventually a time for dinner was agreed, and our room numbers were read out; there we would find our room keys. Mine was room 506.
The protocol upon entering our room is to remove the killer slippers in a small anti-room just inside the door. As with the anti-room at the entrance to the hotel, the floor had two levels. Slippers had to be removed and left on the lower level. From there we proceed in our socks, or bare foot, on the raised level. There were also slippers in the toilet, these were to be worn while sitting on the toilet, but must remain in the toilet and were not to be worn anywhere else in the hotel room.
I arrived at my room in time to see a man and woman from our tour group entering room 506. The man, Joe, a big guy with a bulbous alcoholic nose and personality to match, was quite put out at seeing me. He protested and returned to reception in a huff, leaving the room to me.
An aged and stooping Japanese woman in a kimono came to the room. She didn’t speak much English, but she had two problems with me, first I hadn’t removed my slippers on entering the room, and secondly I seemed to be alone. The slipper faux pas resolved, she disappeared, leaving me to settle into an essentially empty couple of rooms.
Barely had I surveyed my stark surrounds when there came a heavy banging at the door. Expecting the Slipper Police, I was relieved to see Bulbous nose and his timid little wife filling the door frame. We had been double booked, there would be no ménage à trois, I was to report to room 507 where my futon and green tea were waiting.
Room 507 was a smaller suite, and just as starkly furnished. In the middle of a room was a low table and a chair with the cushion at floor level. Nishi San had instructed that the first thing we were to do was prepare green tea and drink it at the low table while seated on the impossibly low chair. It was never going to happen.
Before I had time to consider my options, the fearsome kimono granny burst into the room with three kimonos. Luckily for me, I was in my socks, she was one fearsome granny who I knew would have eaten the Big Bad Woolf and probably lay in wait for Little Red Ridinghood. She showed me the kimono sizes, 160, 170 and 180; I got the drift, which was my size? I settled on 170 and she left me in peace.
Unlike room 506, mine had a second small room with a low coffee table and two simple armchairs that were low by Western standards, but were at least above the floor. What a relief to actually have somewhere to sit, other than on the floor.
There was barely time to get settled into my room before I had to report to the dining room for dinner. Nishi San had already instructed us in the wearing of a kimono, so I togged up in the kimono the fearsome granny had brought earlier, and made my way to the dining room. Here Kimono Granny lay in wait, I had by now renamed her The Kimono Dragon. Nobody’s dress passed muster, Dragon Lady corrected and adjusted everybody’s dress. I had only passed the sash once around my waist, and that would never do, she wrapped it twice around me and pulled it in tight.
Fortunately she didn't notice, or ignored, that I was wearing a T-shirt, and she never inspected to see if I was wearing any underwear. On this occasion I'd taken the liberty of keeping mine on, but one never knows in a place where nude bathing is customary, if not de rigueur.
We were seated at individual tables, rather like kindergarten kids, and sat on chairs that were much too low at desks that were as low as they were small. There was a gas cooker sat in one corner of the table, on it was a metal bowl filled with simmering water. On the opposite corner a ceramic pot with lid, it sat above a small apparatus reminiscent of the cookers people once used in my childhood.
We were treated to dish after dish of appetisers that were never appetising. Plates of sliced meat and vegetables were brought to our tables, and we cooked our own unappetising steam boat dinner. Boiled rice was in the ceramic pot on the burning cooker.
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Caspel Gate (a small frozen pool) on the route up to High Street, Far Eastern Fells, Cumbria a few weeks ago. Hope we are going to get some more snow before the winter is over!
Those days when you just want to hide under fallen leaves and wait till it's all over...
Double Polaroid emulsion lift on watercolour paper.
To those of you who prefer the CAC helmet over the others, here's how Rex looks with my decals applied onto the CAC helmet.
For those of you who remember, I've got a character from WAAAY back that I made for a Table of the Elements contest. The idea was to make a Toa of Neon, and have them infected with Hordika Venom. The old moc is long dead but I've held on to the idea for a long time, so G2 Netuv finally sprang forth from the depths! :D
Derbyshire UK,
July 2016,
Canon EOS 6D,
Canon EF 24-105mm f/4L IS USM,
Canon Speedlite 430EX III RT.
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She didn't mind me putting the leaf on her head, I think she liked the attention.
Rebecca processes her images so differently than mine which makes me admire her work even more. her images are incredible and i would love for her to do some images of Evie. This is my feeble attempt to recreate for work. below is my originally processed image. check out her photo stream you will be glad you did!
Apologies to those who commented on my last shot as now deleted as on the big screen looked OK, but not on Flickr.
Another from Glennifer Braes in Paisley on a lovely warm Autumn day. Originally a two exposure shot, but not required to use this option in the end.
I am drawn to trees almost as much as the sea and its always a safer option...and a good one when not much weather.
In memory of those from all over the world who have given their lives serving their country particularly those in recent times. Special thoughts for their families and those caught up in strife today. May there be peaceful solutions.
I wish you all well in whatever way is most appropriate for you but cannot take on the extra work of writing it to you individually. Thank you for your good wishes and to those who have made me their contact. Due to poor health, eye problems and low energy I regret I can't take on any new contacts but nearly always manage to reply to your comments. Please no more than 1 invite