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I have always had a bit of envy for those who can sit with a pencil or paint brush and create true art. I intentionally use the word true as a disseminator reflecting that I am only referring to art that I like. My oldest son Jeremy taught me years ago that all art presented is someone else’s art, not mine. It is an expression of what they see, feel or are trying to express. It all impacts someone in different ways. I believe much of it to be trash!
In this shot, while editing I just couldn’t stand the thought of yet another color shot of a raptor in flight. I have taken and retained hundreds and shared just a few. The raw file of this shot reflects near perfect focus of this top-lite Rough-legged hawk hovering above the tundra just north of Nome Alaska. As one who strives to take only the sharpest photos…nobody sees the hundreds-thousands I get wrong, sometimes blowing blessed encounters all together!
In this case, I may have crossed the line as when editing started on this particular file, it screamed to me to be in black and white…and to be grained up a bit. Maybe the knowledge of knowing the species name, a Rough-legged hawk, subliminally spoke to me. It wasn’t until writing this account this morning that I realized that there might just be much more of a reason.
This shot was taken on 19 August. On the morning of the 20th at daybreak I was on the same road in the same area as this shot was taken. I noticed a Rough-legged hawk laying in the road. It apparently flew into a vehicle…and it’s Nome…not too many vehicles running around, sometime the evening before. I stood over it, wondering if it was the beautiful specimen who allowed me a photo session just hours before, or its mate. With respect, I folded it wings and moved it off the road so that it would not be destroyed by traffic and could be harvested by other creatures who needed it and not waisted.
Then the voice inside of my head simply said “Honor it.” So, I gathered a few dozen feathers from the area and plucked a few more…yes plucked…try not to judge! Maybe another line was crossed here as I do not know the law on harvesting feathers from a dead hawk on an Alaskan roadside. But I authorized myself as I realized that I and others could utilize them in making fishing flies, continuing his/her participation in the cycle of life.
I plan on printing and framing this shot for my office. It will join the other 192 other framed photographs that are mostly there as just a good memory, its addition will be a final aspect of honoring its life.
Market Street is an important thoroughfare in San Francisco, California. It begins at The Embarcadero in front of the Ferry Building at the northeastern edge of the city and runs southwest through downtown, passing the Civic Center and the Castro District, to the intersection with Corbett Avenue in the Twin Peaks neighborhood. Beyond this point, the roadway continues as Portola Drive into the southwestern quadrant of San Francisco. Portola Drive extends south to the intersection of St. Francis Boulevard and Sloat Boulevard, where it continues as Junipero Serra Boulevard.
Market Street is the boundary of two street grids. Streets on its southeast side are parallel or perpendicular to Market Street, while those on the northwest are nine degrees off from the cardinal directions.
Market Street is a major transit artery for the city of San Francisco, and has carried in turn horse-drawn streetcars, cable cars, electric streetcars, electric trolleybuses, and diesel buses. Today Muni's buses, trolleybuses, and heritage streetcars (on the F Market line) share the street, while below the street the two-level Market Street Subway carries Muni Metro and BART. While cable cars no longer operate on Market Street, the surviving cable car lines terminate to the side of the street at its intersections with California Street and Powell Street.
Construction
Market Street cuts across the city for three miles (5 km) from the waterfront to the hills of Twin Peaks. It was laid out originally by Jasper O'Farrell, a 26-year old trained civil engineer who emigrated to Yerba Buena, as the town was then known. The town was renamed San Francisco in 1847 after it was captured by Americans during the Mexican-American War. O'Farrell first repaired the original layout of the settlement around Portsmouth Square and then established Market Street as the widest street in town, 120 feet between property lines. (Van Ness now beats it with 125 feet.) It was described at the time as an arrow aimed straight at "Los Pechos de la Chola" (the Breasts of the Maiden), now called Twin Peaks. Writing in Forgotten Pioneers.
"Look at all those movie stars
They're all so beautiful and clean
When the housemaids scrub the floors
They get the spaces in between
I wanna live a life like that
I wanna be just like a king
Take my picture by the pool
'Cause I'm the next big thing
Beverly Hills
That's where I want to be
(Gimme gimme, gimme gimme)
Livin' in Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills
Rollin' like a celebrity
(Gimme gimme, gimme gimme)
Livin' in Beverly Hills"
Weezer - Beverly Hills
Head: LeL Evo X
Body: e-Body Reborn
Hair: *S.E LELUTKA X FELL IN LOVE L BLONDE 18
Outfit:
Gown::Dernier: "Karol" Gown - White
Purse: *SF* Rubix Kube Purse
Earrings: from [Alternative] Selena Fatpack
Necklace: :Dernier: "Amber" Necklace
Shades: :Dernier: "Jordyn" Shades - FATPACK
Made at "The Continental Club"
A morning breaks free in the Eastern Himalayas in the state of West Bengal India at a place called Sandakphu at approximately 12000 odd feet.....the unique landscape and the enchanting views negotiated here makes for special moments in life. It is one of those place on earth from where four of the eight highest peaks on earth can be visualized including Mt Everest.
Those antlers can't be as heavy as they look otherwise this Fallow Buck would never be able to raise his head from grazing!!😁
so i made a new years resolution... finally...
i'm conquering my fears this year. starting with yesterday.
my number one fear was needles... i took 4 yesterday in my gums without crying.
i know it sounds funny as hell because i'm almost 20... but needles used to be the scariest things... ever ever ever to me. but now?
i'm a big kid now!!
=) next step : airplanes.... this one might take a while. hahah
ps. seriously, join my fb group. it's awesome.
the only box they left for me. Sorry for the poor quality, as this was taken through the light rain on Wednesday morning. I was hoping Screechy would be back, but so far he hasn't been seen.
Mom with the two babies doing OK in the backyard. The two babies were born in the front yard but moved early on. I have been trying to get some group shots but this mom doesn't like to hang around and the babies run pretty quick. On this morning they let me approach and get pretty close.
Textures by Lenabem-Anna.
For the Slider Sunday Group - HSS!
Those peculiar dormer windows are typical for Sibiu. They were used for ventilation as the roofs were used to store grain and hay during winter.
I'm not sure what this old machine was-some kind of crane?-but it got my attention at the Mojave Heritage Museum on old route 66 in Goffs,CA.For some reason,this got me thinking of the old 1965 British comedy.Of course they were concerned with flying machines,but close enough.
Have a magnificent Windmill Wednesday everyone!
Although the clouds didn’t display on this morning-neither did crowds of people. These quiet moments were enjoyed in Banff National Park among the mountains and calm waters.
Love doesn’t always have to be a shout-from-the-rooftops kind of passion. Sometimes love is simple. Sometimes love is a holy feeling — a quiet moment...
And is those quiet moments in the midst of life that seem to give the rest an extra special meaning.
An another picture from Kozha river in the north of Russia. We were enchanted with all those surrounding beauties of the wild nature.
Thank you for all the comments and faves, my friends.
Have you ever felt, that flowers are smiling to you, whenever you take their portrait in the Summer season?In your garden? Because I have! Such a joyful, bright, tender smile!! ❤️!!!!!Such a heartfelt emotion in my body!
Therefore, I am going now to share with you, some blooming smiles of my garden, in my current photos! Enjoy!!! ❤️
Those bright green fat grassy-looking leaves are wild leek, otherwise known in some circles as ramps. Related to garlic and onion, there is a bulb about the size of your thumb growing down in the duff under each plant. They are delicious when sliced and sautéed with fresh morel mushrooms that will be popping up in a couple weeks. Those green leaves can be cut up and used in salads just like chives. Flowers won't form until July after those leaves are long gone.
I'm doing a pair of SNS's this week for the simple fact I have to many slides scanned and I want to move them. Both will feature EMD covered wagons. This view has BN 826 leading a B-unit and a C636 at Fisher in July 1979. Photo by Greg Stadter, Chuck Schwesinger collection.
Purple mountain's majesty, Lake McDonald, Glacier National Park, Montana
*Bonus points to those who discover the "Easter egg" ;)
I do not know if this image looks as if the temperature were hot or not, but it was 33 degrees celsius that day. The cars air-conditioning was all there was between me and the elements. But, the photo bug needed to be entertained, so off through a very thick patch of weeds I went. When I returned, my socks were covered in the tiny thorns that do natures best at spreading their progeny.
It was that low flying cloud, and its reflections that caught my eye. That made it a matter of waiting for the clouds to sit in the valley, and between the opposing hills for balance. Like an exclamation mark at the end of a sentence, the clouds made the image emphatic.
I shan't be around very much between now and the new year so I take this opportunity to wish everyone a very happy Christmas and New Year.
Comments are very welcome but please no invites as I won't have time to deal with them.
(For those that are interested, this is our Christmas card for this year. It was originally shot in 1981 and has been re-photographed, tweaked, selectively coloured, text added and, of course, approved at every stage by the AD. It features our two children, now aged 36 and 38.)
Is there any wonder why mule deer have such good hearing? Their gigantic ears help them to hear predators. There's no sneaking up on a muley!
Those supercute Lamps will hit Novembre´s Fluffy Kawaii Round. I´ll add the SLURL as soon as it´s open ;) Stay tuned!
This male lion had just woken up and the look in his eyes was very intense! A few minutes later, he got up and roared right next to us! What an experience!
Privacy and security are those things you give up when you show the world what makes you extraordinary.
Margaret Cho
Nature is full of surprises. During a trip to one of the Hawaiian islands, I noticed a leaf lying on the ground. when I turned the leaf over, I was stunned by the colors.
I thought it resembled a geographic map of rivers and their tributaries. Wouldn't it be fun to become a miniature version of yourself and travel down those rivers?
This is a replica of the original Avro triplane, commissioned and built for the film "Those magnificent men in there flying machines"
This aircraft is now owned by the Shuttleworth collection as part of there Edwardian exhibits and is flown only on windless days at Old Warden.
For those that are confused by my title, Don McCullin is a British photographer famed mostly for his war images. He was on the front line of many global conflicts, from Cyprus to Vietnam to Syria and many more besides. There are photos he took that I'm sure everyone will remember when they see them but perhaps do not know he was the author of.
The very first picture that McCullin ever sold was a shot of a gang of boys spread across the first floor of a bombed out building in north London in the late 50s. This image is nothing like his original image which frankly is one of my favourite images of all time for the way it so brilliantly tells the story of a time and a place. But there is something in my photo which immediately reminded me of McCullin's famous composition but in a VERY different way. Here's a link to McCullin's shot for those that may be interested:
rps.org/news/journal/2021/october/don-mccullin-the-pictur...
And for anyone who truly admires photography it is worth looking up McCullin's work. It is often disturbing because of the subject matter he depicts but it is always exceptional. He is now in his 80s and lives in the quiet English county of Somerset. Instead of wars he now prefers to shoot the landscapes of his adopted county in the most beautiful way. Perhaps an antidote to the terrible things he's witnessed throughout his career.
Those soft and fuzzy sweaters
Too magical to touch
To see her in that negligee
Is really just too much
J.Geils Band
That time you trusted me to do your eyebrows and i left you with half a brow..... or when I made you bleed XD
Thank you for putting up with me.
⭐️Thank you in Advance for your kind ‘Faves’ Visits and Comments they are so very much appreciated. 👍
I cannot always ‘Thank’ everyone individually, for their Visits and ‘Faves’ however, I will always try to respond and thank all those that leave a ‘Comment’. If I do not reply to your 'Comment', it is not because I am ignoring you, it's because I have not seen the 'Comment'.
Your 'Comments' do not always appear in 'Notifications' or Flickr mail, so, I am sorry for any delay in responding. Often your 'Comment' is only spotted 'On the Page' on the day, that I see it. (seen ONLY when replying to someone HAS 'Commented' on the image, and I see a notification)