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Those of you who know me... or have explored with me... or both... know that I have a problem.... almost an addiction. I can't walk past a keyed instrument (piano, organ, harpsichord, etc) without sitting down at it... Here I am playing for my absolutely beautiful new wife Wistful. Only problem is I can't remember where this was... It may have been Rocca Sorrentina.
My only defense is that I was completely distracted by Wist's beauty.
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"Those Christmas lights,
Light up the street,
Down where the sea and city meet.
May all your troubles soon be gone,
Oh, Christmas lights keep shining on."
Lyrics from "Christmas Lights" (2011) written by Christopher Anthony John Martin, Guy Rupert Berryman, William Champion and Jonathan Mark Buckland, performed by Coldplay.
The theme for "Looking Close on Friday" for the 27th of December is "festive lighting". This year for Christmas a dear friend gave me some lovely glass ornaments for my Christmas tree, including one of Big Ben. I decided to highlight it by surrounding it with colourful Christmas lights given to me by another, very dear friend, last Christmas. Together I think they make for a striking image. I hope you like my choice of subject for this week's them, and that it makes you smile.
As this is the last "Looking Close on Friday" before the New Year, I should just like to take this opportunity to wish everyone in the group a very happy New Year. May the year ahead be filled with happiness and joy for you all.
Late afternoon light hitting Marion waterfall near Milford sound. The waterfall is located along the road to Milford sound and is a 10 minute walk from the car park. While busy during the day it is a very peaceful spot during the day. There's a great walk that continues on to lake Marion a really beautiful lake for those who are up for a bit of a hike.
The Sumatran tiger is a population of Panthera tigris sondaica on the Indonesian island of Sumatra. It is the only surviving tiger population in the Sunda Islands, where the Bali and Javan tigers are extinct.
Quick Facts Scientific classification ...
Sequences from complete mitochondrial genes of 34 tigers support the hypothesis that Sumatran tigers are diagnostically distinct from mainland subspecies. In 2017, the Cat Classification Task Force of the Cat Specialist Group revised felid taxonomy and recognizes the living and extinct tiger populations in Indonesia as P. t. sondaica.
Evolution
Analysis of DNA is consistent with the hypothesis that Sumatran tigers became isolated from other tiger populations after a rise in sea level that occurred at the Pleistocene to Holocene border about 12,000–6,000 years ago. In agreement with this evolutionary history, the Sumatran tiger is genetically isolated from all living mainland tigers, which form a distinct group closely related to each other. The isolation of the Sumatran tiger from mainland tiger populations is supported by multiple unique characters, including two diagnostic mitochondrial DNA nucleotide sites, ten mitochondrial DNA haplotypes and 11 out of 108 unique microsatellite alleles. The relatively high genetic variability and the phylogenetic distinctiveness of the Sumatran tiger indicates that the gene flow between island and mainland populations was highly restricted.
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.
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.
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.
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!
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
T.S. Eliot
*edited with Christy's Sugar&Cream action
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.
For those of you that frequent John Heinz NWR, you know exactly the tree in this image. For those that don't, "the Egret Tree" is where numerous egrets and herons roost for the evening. I took this shot about 15 minutes before sunset and the light was a magnificent golden color that bathed everything it struck in warm golden tones. I only wish there were more egrets and herons in the tree ( I count 6 - 5 Great Egrets and 1 Great Blue Herons) at the time I snapped the image. Not sure if the leaves changed color on the Egret Tree or if they are brown (dead tree) and the light gave them a golden glow.
It's Wednesday and the week half through! Enjoy the rest of the evening.
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'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.
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!
Those antlers can't be as heavy as they look otherwise this Fallow Buck would never be able to raise his head from grazing!!😁
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!
Thank you so much for the group cover!
"I love those J-I-N-G-L-E bells
Those holiday J-I-N-G-L-E bells
Those happy J-I-N-G-L-E B-E, double-L-S
I love those J-I-N-G-L-E bells
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh, oh"
Frank Sinatra - Jingle Bells
Outfit: Dernier
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Only those who have an eye for it
sees something beautiful and good in every weather,
he finds snow, burning sun, storm
and calm weather beautiful,
likes all seasons and is basically content with it
that things are as they are.
Vincent van Gogh
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.
I don't know what to say about this girl. She is so stunning, breathtaking, amazing... All those words jump to mind, yet they seem inadequate. I'm just smitten.
Those were the words of conductor McDowell as he was just a couple miles away. Waiting felt like an eternity at -21c. It wasn't long after he passed that we took cover in the truck yet again.