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I sure am glad this guy was not aggressive as I Almost put my hand down on him! I was painting the deck and going around the bottom of the spindles. I had my hand on the railing, sort of steadying myself. When I straightened up.... there he was just inches from my hand! He posed really nicely for me though so I didn't squash him. :)
The elements of nature bond together; interwoven like threads of a fabric which make up the blanket of the universe.
The Red Thread
In Swedish, the expression ”den röda tråden”, which means ”the red thread”, is used much like the English expression ”the common thread” - it describes a recurring theme or characteristic, or sometimes a guiding principle. The same expression is used in German: ”der rote Faden”. Maybe it exists in other languages too.
When I began thinking about this week’s Self Portrait Sunday theme, ”the red thread” came to mind. Over the last years, following the red thread has sort of become my theme song. I try to focus as much as I can on things that are really important to me personally, which to a great extent means working on developing my talents. I get better and better on prioritizing this over caring about what others might think, and over conventional notions and ideas on what constitutes a socially acceptable lifestyle. In short, I am trying my best to follow my red thread, even on days that it might seem hopelessly tangled. I detangle it bit by bit, and it makes my heart sing.
A stainless Steel Thread Gauge.
The part shown is less than 60 mm
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A box of tiny embroidery thread cards from a friend. It is a piece of art. Love the colors and textures...#cy365 240/365 off prompt
Having snapped "Pexford Pic" at Gauxholme, it seemed rude not to wait the extra half-hour and snap the freight behind it, the 8.59am Redcar Bulk Terminal - Fiddlers Ferry PS (6M17), especially seeing as it was a relatively rare coal movement. In this instance GBRf Shed 66701 is doing the honours.
Given the lack of time, I simply opted to drop down Pexford Road (which can be seen on the left of the image) and head up the footpath on the other side to the more traditional overlook.
In the foreground is the Rochdale Canal, which has the dubious honour of being the second highest canal in England at exactly 600' (183m) elevation on the stretch between West Summit and Longlees. That section lies a couple of miles behind me where the canal passes over the shoulder of the hill through which the railway burrows via the more well-known (to railfans at least) Summit Tunnel. With around 19 locks between the summit and Todmorden, visible in the distance, anyone navigating this stretch can be sure of a decent workout.
2nd November 2017
This is a parasitic wasp that places its victims body in a mud cell and lays an egg on it. Upon hatching the larva consumes the host. Mud Lake WMA, Mud Lake, Idaho
•By a Thread•
Arms raised, reaching for the sky, half alive and broken. Brittle bones and tattered dreams, a picture tells of words unspoken. Bright lights and dark caves, my mind and soul are lost, lost sometimes, sometimes...
I get asked why I don’t write more, and to be honest, sometimes I just can’t make sense of my words or feelings. I’ve been in such a rut but lately I’ve been feeling better after realizing that part of the reason I’ve been so down could be laziness. I’ve been lazy, I’ve been gaining weight, and in turn my creativity has suffered, I’ve been lazy in my process, and processing. That all ended today, in hopes of being proactive and breaking free of what has been like heavy chains on my soul. Sometimes I just want to feel normal, like “tomorrow I’ll be better”.
A few months ago while out with a client we were treated to one of the most amazing, and strange displays of light, and clouds I’ve ever seen, with temps over 100°, and random lightning (no thunder) striking often and randomly. I was lucky to capture a frame with lightning while the sun was peaking through.
We were at a fabric store when I noticed this display of thread. I just can't resist patterns, particularly when there is some form of variation which only accentuates the repetition. Here, it's the colors and the missing spools which really sells the rank and file configuration.
A car traverses the "Needles Eye Tunnel" in Custer State Park, South Dakota. The tunnel measures 8' 9" wide and 9' 8" tall. The headlight flairs were enhanced using the Sunrays tool in Luminar AI.
Southbound CSX junker M543 is moving over Crooked Hill at a good clip behind ES44AH number 825 as it navigates one of the most interesting locations on the CC Sub, a remote spot known as Orlando. Here, an almost immediate succession of bridges and tunnels let the L&N's Cincinnati to Atlanta mainline take the easy route through the Kentucky mountains. 825's nose is popping out of the 912-foot Tunnel 14, framed by the portal of Tunnel 15, a 105-foot "needle eye" passing through a narrow ridge. Between the two lies a 187-foot deck girder bridge over Roundstone Creek, and behind the camera is a 202-foot curved span over another branch of the same stream. Certainly one of the coolest places to watch trains I've ever been!
The day started off quite nicely but by the time I got around to thinking about a shot for today, it was foul, so looked for an indoor shot. I threaded six different coloured cottons through the needle and twisted them up a bit. Taken in upstairs window where there was a little more light, trees in the background, gold reflector to the front.
Photo taken for the 114 pictures in 2014 group, Item 46. Needle
My photos taken for this challenge will be here: www.flickr.com/photos/janflicks/sets/72157639276149116/
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The thread-waisted wasp:
after 2 hours going through each plant that could be an ideal place for bees and wasps at their sleep.
I came across many different species of wasps and another few bees that were all covered in dew, which made them wet and not photogenic at all. I came across this beautiful wasp, This is a Thread-Waisted wasp, I admit it is so beautiful I was just amazed by this find, sleeping pretty high on a dry plant holding it with the big mandibles not to lose grip at their sleep, pretty hard to shoot, but the time was limited before she would get warm enough to fly away and start hunting for a prey to paralyze and burry under the sand.
It is normal to me to find these wasps sleeping since i have seen dozens that day, I am convinced this is another species that I haven't seen before, Yet one of the most beautiful I have ever seen if not the most.