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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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Blue Ridge Parkway, North Carolina
Okay, I actually took a course entitled "Identifying Those Damn Yellow Composites" from the famous (occasionally infamous ;-) George Sanko. Without plucking the flower (certainly not permitted!) and studying it under my microscope, I can't offer an identification. I know quite a number of species that it ISN'T, but yellow flowers of all varieties seem to be my black hole of identification. Perhaps someone more knowledgeable can help me out on this one. And, as an aside, even if I had plucked this lovely blossom and studied it under my microscope, I am quite certain I would still be at a loss...
* Today (7/19/19) I received a definitive identification of this plant from Alan Weakley. Not a sunflower after all!
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^^
CCGS Edward Cornwallis MMSI 316020000 (now called Kopit Hopson 1752) leaving Halifax Harbour in the City of Halifax, Nova Scotia Canada
IMO: 8320470
Name: CCGS Edward Cornwallis
Vessel Type - Generic: SAR - Medium Ice Breaker
Vessel Type - Detailed: Multi Purpose Offshore Vessel
Navigational Status: Active
MMSI: 316020000
Call Sign: CGJV
Flag: Canada [CA]
Gross Tonnage: 3728
Name Edward Cornwallis (1986–2021)
Kopit Hopson 1752 (202MMSI: 3160200001–present)
Operator Canadian Coast Guard
Port of registry Ottawa
Builder MIL-Davie Shipbuilding,Sorel
Yard number 450
Launched 24 February 1986
Commissioned 14 August 1986
In service 1986–present
Homeport CCG Base Dartmouth(Maritime Region)
Identification Call Sig CGJV
IMO number: 8320470
Class and type Martha L. Black-class light icebreaker and buoy tender
Tonnage 3,727.2 GT
1,503.0 NT
Displacement 4,662 long tons (4,737 t) full load
Length 83 m (272 ft 4 in)
Beam 16.2 m (53 ft 2 in)
Draught 5.75 m (18 ft 10 in)
Ice class CASPPR Arctic Class 2
Propulsion Diesel-electric AC – 3 Alco251F-16V
Speed 16 knots (30 km/h)
Range 6,500 nmi (12,000 km) at13.7 knots (25.4 km/h)
Endurance 120 days
Complement 25
Sensors and processing systems
1 × Racal Decca Bridgemaster navigational radar (I band)
Aircraft carried Originally 1 × MBB Bo 105 orBell 206L helicopter,currently 1 × Bell 429GlobalRanger or Bell 412EPI
Aviation facilities Flight deck and hangar
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Those familiar with Ansel Adams may recognize this scene.
I used a 5x7 crop instead of the original 4x5 (medium format), and include more of the land on the right side. I couldn't get on top of a van to see more river. Plus the pine tree forest is older and larger with more growth obscuring the left bend in the river, and the mountains are capped by a storm.
What a delight to follow Ansel Adams' footsteps.
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.
A typical Wisconsin autumn afternoon shapes up in Fairwater, as Wisconsin & Southern train L595 rushes it's train of sand from Badger Mining at Utley, back toward Brandon.
WSOR L595
WAMX 3895, 3893
Fairwater, WI.
Autumn 2017
Those are the same stars, and that is the same moon, that look down upon your brothers and sisters, and which they see as they look up to them, though they are ever so far away from us, and each other.
― Sojourner Truth
Those pretty purple flowers are a non-native vinca. The deer have managed to keep the patch small, although this year the plant seems to be growing more than usual. Unfortunately they can't seem to keep English Ivy under control. They do like it, but it seems to grow too fast.
...Those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles...
Isaiah 40:31
MUSIC: Yeager's Theme from the film The Right Stuff
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I shot this in the store of Abercrombie and Fitch in NYC..this male models job is "greeter", basically standing at the door with just a pair of jeans on and smiling..the girl is a tourist..
Those of you who looked at yesterday's post saw a Coyote from September, still wearing its sleek summer coat. This one, from two years ago, is decked out for winter: thicker fur, in which she can withstand the coldest weather. Of course, at 40 below she will probably sleep a lot, curled up in her cozy den in some remote hillside or embankment.
Photographed from the rolling red Toyota blind in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission © 2017 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
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ET41-133 after coming to Lublin with a freight train, goes to the shed. November 20, 2004.
Photo by Jarek / Chester
ET41-133 po przybyciu do Lublina z pociągiem towarowym zjeżdża do szopy. 20 listopada 2004 roku.
Fot. Jarek / Chester
Today was one of those days that every bug I found disappeared before I even got my lens cap off, including the unusual-looking fly I got only a brief glimpse of, so I had to settle for some backlit grass with a fly on top :D
Taken at Dunlop Millennium Woodland Nature Park.
Hempsted Forest.
A new tick for me - I'd never had a good view of a Crossbill before so made the trip to Hempsted Forest. Thanks to those in the know who pointed us in the right direction.
I just couldn't get enough of these units...unquestionably my favorites I saw on my trip. Man they just sounded sooooo good! Despite being cloaked in CN red, white and black, that is only skin deep as these are original home road units, Duluth, Missabe and Iron Range Railway 211 and 212! In fact these two EMD SD38-2s are the very last orignal bought new Missabe units still on the property, part of a five unit order of the 2000 hp normally aspirated locomotives delivered in 1975. The model was a relatively small seller for EMD with just a total of 90 produced including 13 each for sister US Steel roads EJE and BLE.
This shot looks south off the popular St. Louis River Road bridge at the north end of Proctor yard right at about MP 9.1 on modern day CN's North Division Missabe Subdivision mainline. The veteran duo are emitting a nice haze of EMD blue smoke as they switch on the E lead pulling up the Southbound with a cut of mixed freight.
This is an area that needs no introduction to even the most casual fan as the Duluth, Missabe and Iron Range Railway is in a word legendary. I won't bore you with pages of history as I couldn't do the road or region justice anyway. It simply needs to be experienced for oneself. But I will direct you to two resources. Absolutely check out the fabulous historical information here: www.missabe.com/
And for a fabulously well written overview of modern CN operations find yourself a copy of the April 2023 edition of Railfan and Railroad right now! shop.whiteriverproductions.com/products/rfr-202304
Hermantown, Minnesota
Tuesday May 9, 2023
Pearl has the most expressive eyes.
She is constantly watching everything around her.
I think there's an old soul in there!
Thought I'd post a nice sweet side of nature pic to offset my next post.
Another good year for these guys - aren't they all. On a regular walk we would see between 20 an 30 of these little guys.
European rabbit (Oryctolagus cuniculus)
Many thanks to all those who take the time to comment on my photos. It is truly appreciated.
I sometimes find myself reshooting places. Sometimes it's purposely planned. Other times, like this, it's purely accidental.
Well, not purely.
I follow a path when I travel. I have certain things I need to shoot, and I generally don't deviate from that path. Somehow this old service station was on my path, but not marked as a stop.
This happens a lot too. I have no idea how long a day will last or where I'll stay or get to even the next day. I love traveling like this. There's enough of a sense of wandering to satisfy that primal urge. But there's also a sense of order to satisfy all those orderly bits about me.
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'Invisible Against Words'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Lens: Mamiya-Sekor 3.8/90mm
Film: Fomapan 100
Process: TA-1027; 1+14; 9min
Colorado
July 2021
The poles line the walking route to Holy Island at low tides, presumably the shelter (which was very shaky when I climbed up it) is for those who get caught by the tide ? This walkway is part of St Cuthberts Way (www.stcuthbertsway.info/).
There's a separate causeway, also only passable at certain times, for traffic.