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A small fishing village near Bay of Bengal.
From my archive.
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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 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.
This is one of those new-to-camera- lens-yard-and-me shots. The house wren arrived some days ago but I was unable to get a shot off until today. Not sure what she’s up to. She’s been checking out all the holes left by the downies and nuthatches and seems to like this one the best. Her pose seems to indicate that she feels she’s part of the in-crowd and I am just glad she acquiesced to do this shoot.
Naturally, this shot was facilitated by perfect positioning of the Adirondack. The major challenge was, however, to not drift off into a snooze. This was accomplished by some mental gymnastics that involved perfecting the recipe for what I call Apple Blossom. Of course it’s not a flower, it’s the perfect summer drink. I was introduced to this in the early eighties in Victoria’s Inner Harbour in a place called the Captain’s Palace (changed to Huntingdon Mansion). It’s one of those Victorian mansions converted into a restaurant and they really serve(d) wonderful fare. And part of the breakfast menu was, you guessed it, the Apple Blossom. I could have stayed there all day sipping this nectar of the gods and observing the goings on in the harbor. They never did tell me what the ingredients were but due to my tenacious nature (I’ve been called a pit bull) I am now getting awfully close and finally reaping the fruits of my labor.
RKO_5451. Two young/sub adult white-tailed eagles chasing each other.... Look at those talons!!! The early morning light was simply amazing.
The numbers of White-Tailed Eagles in The Netherlands are slowly increasing. Even close to my home there are now a couple of eagles building a nest. It's great news! It would be interesting to know how they are doing in Europe too.
BTW, in June I will be co-hosting a presentation on White-tailed Eagles, showing some of my WTE images. More info on my website.
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We thought they would never end!
Remember?
I remember!!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNIIwqafrO4
Thank you Jane for the link!
WP 921 leads a trio of 1st generation units at Hearst CA. No photographer to credit, Chuck Schwesinger collection. July 1978.
♫♪ Those were the days my friend.
We thought they'd never end.
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way. ♪♫
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Gabriel Alfaro - review old photos-3
Those first few MILW Hiawatha's that wandered onto the SOO were just tasty. They looked fantastic and were as good as it gets for MILW power at the time. Couple one to a clean SOO SD and...well you get the picture:). Train 910 arrives at Trout Lake with 192 and 769 on June 21, 1985.
For those who have some doubts: the rainbow was actually there...it wasn't added by me.
More from The Netherlands in my album Nederland....
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The brown hare is native to Europe and parts of Asia, and feeds mainly on grasses in open country.
They are mainly active at night, which is why this one was stretching his hind legs at the end of day, after lounging around, seemingly unaware I was watching from a close distance.
With such long powerful legs they are able to run at great speed, out of harm's way of predators, which include birds of prey, wild cats and dogs.
Many thanks for your comments. Have a great week!
Ok, ok - birds don't have tonsils like we do... but they have similar lymphoid tissue in their throats too and it is located to the left and the right of the vertical slot (the choana), sometimes indeed called the pharyngeal tonsils.
This juvenile red-backed shrike, who probably had just left its nest as it hard a hard time flying anything more than 5 meters at a time, shows its pharyngeal tonsils quite well, while calling for its dad, who was sitting nearby.
He might act all rough and tough but those eyes just don't lie.. Always so soft and gentle.
Thank you Zyrus for posing with me. Always great to see you.
His version: www.flickr.com/photos/199952402@N02/54291492915/in/datepo...
Amitie- Nunchaku Couples Pose
***This pic is dedicated for two great personns that I knew SION Y ARIA... for all or their softness, their kindness, their large heart and all tender thoughts that I carry to them...***
What did you say
I know I saw you saying it
My ears won't stop ringing
Long enough to hear
Those sweet words
What did you say
And now the day
The hour hand has spun
Before the night is done
I just have to hear
Those sweet words
Spoken like a melody
All your love
Is a lost balloon
Rising up through the afternoon
'Til it could fit on the head of a pin
Come on in
Did you have a hard time sleeping
'Cause a heavy moon was keeping you awake
And all I know is I'm just glad to see you again
See my love
Like a lost balloon
Rising up through the afternoon
And then you appear
What did you say
I know I saw you saying it
My ears won't stop ringing
Long enough to hear
Those sweet words
And your simple melody
I just have to hear
Your sweet words
Spoken like a melody
I just wanna hear
Those sweet words
Lyrics : Norah Jones Those**Sweet words www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYYK9mLjrls
**CHARACTER: Chyrel by me^^
Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,
Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap,
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
Or busy housewife ply her evening care:
No children run to lisp their sire's return,
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
from 'Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard' by Thomas Gray
Stocksfield, Northumberland.
on a perfectly crispy chilly sunshiny morning and you idealize it
(and of course the reality is different)
A cheeky shot taken on the jetty at Port Stanley.
For those who may be interested, my Journal entry for this day:-
So good to wake to calm seas this morning; we were in Port Stanley harbour. Up for an early breakfast because I was on the first of many shore excursions to see the Bluff Point penguins. We were ferried ashore by barge and greeted at the dock by a cheery woman named Stella who drove us out of town to a rendezvous point. There we were broken into groups of four and loaded into Land Rovers for a cross country bush bash to Bluff Point.
My driver was a man named Eric Goss, unfortunately I was with three women from Puerto Rico, they seemed to have limited English and Eric had no Spanish. I was seated in the back of the Land Rover where it was impossible to have any real conversation with Eric.
At Bluff Point we were greeted by Wardens who pointed out the penguins which were surrounded by small white flags on a slope that fell away towards a bleak bay. There was no escaping a freezing wind, nor the bitter cold. There were three miserable gatherings of Gentoo Penguins on the slope, with not a sign of a King Penguin, which for me were the real attraction.
I scouted around, took photos until my hands froze, and then headed over a windswept knoll towards the Sea Cabbage Café and gift shop. Here we were served warm drinks and home made cakes, I bought postcards and stamps. The home made handicrafts and jams couldn't tempt me.
Expecting the pick up point would be where we were dropped, I headed back over the knoll to where the wardens stood huddled beside a Land Rover. To my delight and relief, four King Penguins stood out in the open without the protection of little white flags. I got a few shots before the penguins headed away from me down hill towards the bay. A Warden called to me, the message was clear, I'd gone too close, but I had my photos and no harm was done.
A convoy of Land Rovers appeared and headed for the Sea Cabbage Café. I was in the wrong place, but my mistake had delivered photos of King Penguins. Eric didn't arrive for a good ten minutes, and when he did, he offered me the passenger seat in the front. There was no need to ask questions of Eric, he talked about his life in the Falklands all the way back to the rendezvous point.
Stella was waiting for us at the rendezvous point, this was clearly a well oiled operation. She drove us back to Stanley where we had the option to be dropped at the edge of town and walk the five blocks to the pier, or she'd deliver us to the pier. The wind made my choice a no brainer, at the pier I found a souvenir shop where I bought a collared t-shirt and a set of Falklands coins. There was nothing to see and few places sheltered from the cold and wind.
The Falklands Authority shop offered wi-fi for £5, which seemed expensive to me, but they had large long tables where people could sit. I wrote my postcards, bought a second t-shirt while what I really wanted was a sweat shirt, but they had nothing in my size. Stanley impressed as a cold and windswept place devoid of trees; there was no option other than to escape to the warmth of the ship and lunch.
Barred owl in the woodlands of the Mount Washington Valley, NH. This owl flew across the road while I was out in the woods and was nice enough to stay long enough for me to photograph.
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