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2 Austro-Hungarians, 1 Russian and one Frog. Apparently MRU had WW2 SS troops early this morning and I didn't even SEE THEM!! I was AWAKE! Damn it.
On our visit to one of our favorite birding spots, Las Gallinas, we spotted this Mallard Duck happily swimming in the water. The day was perfect for taking pictures, we started out early as there was not a cloud in the sky. The water was calm as was this Mallard thus allowing us to capture this photo. When we saw the feather it seemed as though the male had made a quick getaway.
Oh you, the distant sun, what would your happiness be if there were no ones to shine upon? Thus spoke Zarathustra, Nietzsche.
”Thus that which is the most awful of evils, death, is nothing to us, since when we exist there is no death, and when there is death we do not exist.”
— Epicurus
The stone circle at Castlerigg (alternatively Keswick Carles, Carles, Carsles, Castle-rig or Druids' Circle) is situated near Keswick in Cumbria, North West England. One of around 1,300 stone circles in the British Isles and Brittany, it was constructed as a part of a megalithic tradition that lasted from 3,300 to 900 BC, during the Late Neolithic and Early Bronze Ages.
Various archaeologists have commented positively on the beauty and romance of the Castlerigg ring and its natural environment. In his study of the stone circles of Cumbria, archaeologist John Waterhouse commented that the site was "one of the most visually impressive prehistoric monuments in Britain."
Every year, thousands of tourists travel to the site, making it the most visited stone circle in Cumbria. This plateau forms the raised centre of a natural amphitheatre created by the surrounding fells and from within the circle it is possible to see some of the highest peaks in Cumbria: Helvellyn, Skiddaw, Grasmoor and Blencathra.
Castlerigg stone circle was one of the monuments included in the Ancient Monuments Protection Act 1882, which included a 'Schedule' of 68 sites in Great Britain and Ireland. It thus became one of the first scheduled ancient monuments. The following year the stone circle was 'taken in to state care'. Under the 1882 act a deed of guardianship could be entered into by a landowner, in which the monument, but not the land it stands on, becomes the property of the state. As one of the first such sites to enter into such an agreement it occupies a small place in the history of archaeological conservation. In 1913, Canon Hardwicke Rawnsley, one of the founders of the National Trust, was among the prime organisers of a public subscription which bought the field in which the stone circle stands, which he then donated to the National Trust.Responsibility for the stone circle remains with English Heritage, the successor body to the Ministry of Works, whilst ownership of the site is retained by the National Trust.
My love of chocolate has always been a source of amusement to my friends and family. In the mid-1980s I spent a year as law clerk/bailiff for a state district court judge in Utah -- the heart of Mormondom -- and while thus employed, part of my daily ritual was to buy a pint of Hershey's chocolate milk at the snack bar in the courthouse. One day a couple of colleagues teased me about it, and I responded by affirming that Hershey's was the one true brand of chocolate milk; that all other brands were apostate versions; and that Hershey's had been miraculously restored to the earth in these latter days.
More recently, and up to and including the present, Commissioner Myra Harris of the Maricopa County Superior Court always maintains a stash of chocolate of one kind or another for the benefit of her co-workers. I show up almost daily for what I call "chocolate raids." One of her clerks tells me that she knows by the way I walk if I am there on official business, or for the chocolate. According to her, I stroll into the Commissioner's chambers with brisk purposefulness if the visit is related to court business, but at a much more leisurely pace if I am conducting a chocolate raid.
The same clerk who made that comment took this picture at my request. The Commissioner wasn't in on the day I made this particular raid, but she wouldn't have raised any objection if she had been there. I like to tell people that as long as I have my chocolate, I am the sweetest fellow they will ever meet in this life; but that contrariwise, without my chocolate I become a savage beast, something worthy of Dante's Inferno. Nobody seems to take this claim very seriously, however.
Here I am admiring a handful of Hershey's chocolate kisses, which I very much enjoy, although much as I love chocolate, I prefer the other kind of kisses. Which, in turn, is why I shave extra close every morning; I figure it makes my face more kissable.
Two photos with four textures, all manipulated thusly through experimentation. With texturing one never really knows the outcome.
cet arbre tout tordu se trouve dans un cimetière allemand , les croix sont ainsi sous son ombre , il les protège du soleil
this crooked tree is in a German cemetery, the crosses are thus under its shadow, it protects them from the sun
It's good to be back in Melbourne if only for a stopover day in order to catch the ferry, the Spirit of Tasmania, to Devonport tonight. It's quite something to be here at the weekend... It almost seems that Australians turn into a different species of Homo sapiens in the revelling fun they have in relaxing. A bit like our Butterfly today perhaps.
It's called Australian Painted Lady, Vanessa kershawi, and it much resembles other Vanessas 'round the globe. Apparently though, the males' genitalia are quite specific to this Australian form and thus was born Vanessa kershawi.
Here it's having a go at pretty Strawflower, Xerochrysum bracteatum (www.flickr.com/photos/87453322@N00/2850784049/in/photolis...) in the fine Royal Botanic Gardens of Melbourne.
Peromyscus maniculatus is a rodent native to North America. It is most commonly called the Deer Mouse, although that name is common to most species of Peromyscus, and thus is often called the North American deermouse and is fairly widespread across the continent, with the major exception being the southeast United States and the far north.
Deer mice are nocturnal creatures who spend the day time in areas such as trees or burrows where they have nests made of plant material. The pups within litters of deer mice are kept by the mother within an individual home range. Deer Mice typically live in a home range of 242 to 3000 square meters. Althoughthey live in individual home ranges, these ranges do tend to overlap. When overlapping occurs, it is more likely to be with opposite sexes rather than with the same sex, as male deer mice have a much greater home range than the much more territorial females. Deer mice that live within overlapping home ranges tend to recognize one another and interact a lot.
This one has learned to recognize humans as being a source of food (usually brought to feed the Canada Jays). It came running down the trail towards us for peanuts!
Algonquin Provincial Park, Ontario, Canada. Octgober 2014.
It is thus necessary to choose of two things the one: or suffer to develop, or not develop, not to suffer. Here is the alternative of the life, here is the dilemma of the ground condition.
Explorer : Jan 25, 2009 #332
thus guy walked around the park, ride bicycle and climbed this pole while balancing a a basketball on his head never drooping it even once.
I've been able to approach wild egrets with some degree of success, but capturing a cormorant up close and personal has thus far eluded me. Sadly, there's no magic here on my part. This young cormorant was having difficulty swimming when one of the bird-friendly fishers at the lake netted it and brought it to shore.
From what we could tell, the cormorant was caught some time ago in fishing line that had cut deeply into its leg. It looked like someone had used some kind of tape and string to cover the wound. On top of that, a plastic bag had stuck to the tape and the whole mess was wrapped tightly around the cormorant's leg. The fisherman cut away the bag, tape, etc., and then, seeing how bad the leg was and how the bird was struggling to stand, called for wildlife rescue assistance.
I captured this closeup and several other images of it trying to stand and dry off before it was taken away for treatment. No word on the outcome, but from what I saw on scene and in my photos, the bird's leg was clearly infected and its foot had sores all over it. Not good. I hope it survives. It might have to lose that foot. Some birds can adapt to having one foot. Not sure these can since they have to be able to swim and dive underwater as well as stand and dry their feathers. If I hear anything more about this little one, I'll post it here.
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Yesterday I made the 9 hour roundtrip ride to Humboldt to try my luck at the GGO. I left at 2.a.m. and arrived at 6:30 a.m. and waited for the light. Around 8 in the morning we spotted this fella hunting. I got some so so shots from 8-10 a.m. At 12 he had his last meal. I waited for four hours along with about 30 others. All of a sudden he made an appearance and waited in one of the tall 100 ft. Redwoods. I waited and he came right at me I couldn't lock on. He perched on an ugly sign where he surveyed the ground. A mob of people came over as he posed and hunted. He caught three voles within ten minutes. He ate the first two by putting his back towards the crowd. I raced to the left as he showed the third vole. I had a few seconds to get the shot. I had three frames and this one came out well. The light was very low, thus had to shoot wide open at a high ISO. He hunts in the even shade. He placed himself about 10-15ft off the road eye level. Got many keepers. I was almost was going to stay another day. He finally came out in the end to put a show on for the group of eager observers. He hunted and perched in front of us as if we weren't there that evening.
This owl was special since it was the first in 30 years!! A LIFER for me!! :-)
In explore at #297 A lone tree ... again. Lovely evening light lighting up the leaves. Lots of movement as a strong breeze blowing. The wheat crop surrounding the tree was a nice deep green as well. This tree is near a main road and has parking quite close by. I could make many visits here...thus the title. 3 handheld blended shots here as the tripod was back in the can and light fading like mad. This tree leans a bit so hopefully I was able to keep the camera level.
Deer Lake was our primary destination on this day.
I love this particular trail because it is rocky and has
a nice steady climb, thus a person needs to focus on
every step.
I like that!
Thus the liturgy does not merely talk about God, but manifests the assembly's graced union with Father, through Son, in Spirit. It is, in this sense and in solidarity with holy scripture, the incarnation, and the Church, more of God than about God...
... But the high-water mark of God's self-revelation nonetheless came not in the form of spoken or written or printed words. It came in the flesh of one called the Word, who made of those believing in him his own body corporate, a People of the Word. Those who are baptized and anointed in him, who are constantly nourished at his table, are the corporate presence by faith and grace of God's Word incarnate still in the world. There will never be any greater self-disclosure on God's part than this. In the incarnation of his Son the living God has been pleased to weld us into himself and fill us with his Spirit, which is a consolation. But that in doing so he never becomes subordinate to us is fearsome.
--Aidan Kavanagh, On Liturgical Theology
South Africa
Kruger National Park
The waterbuck (Kobus ellipsiprymnus) is a large antelope found widely in sub-Saharan Africa. It is placed in the genus Kobus of the family Bovidae. It was first described by Irish naturalist William Ogilby in 1833.
The thirteen subspecies are grouped under two varieties: the common or Ellisprymnus waterbuck and the Defassa waterbuck. A sexually dimorphic antelope, males are taller as well as heavier than females. Males reach approximately 127 cm (50 in) at the shoulder, while females reach 119 cm (47 in). Males typically weigh 198–262 kg (437–578 lb) and females 161–214 kg (355–472 lb).
The coat colour varies from brown to grey. The long, spiral horns, present only on males, curve backward, then forward and are 55–99 cm (22–39 in) long.
Waterbuck are rather sedentary in nature. A gregarious animal, the waterbuck may form herds consisting of six to 30 individuals. These groups are either nursery herds with females and their offspring or bachelor herds.
The waterbuck cannot tolerate dehydration in hot weather, and thus inhabits areas close to sources of water. Predominantly a grazer, the waterbuck is mostly found on grassland. Waterbuck inhabit scrub and savanna areas along rivers, lakes and valleys. Due to their requirement for grasslands as well as water, the waterbuck have a sparse ecotone distribution.
The population trend for both the common and defassa waterbuck is downwards, especially that of the latter, with large populations being eliminated from certain habitats because of poaching and human disturbance. - Wikipedia
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# La Gorge de VIAMALA & Le Rhin Postérieur .
Située entre Thusis et Andeer, la gorge de Viamala a été façonnée au fil des ans par les glaces éternelles et les eaux du Rhin postérieur qui traversent ces massifs rocheux, Le Rhin Postérieur est ici dans la partie la plus étroite de son parcours . Les rochers, d’une hauteur pouvant atteindre 300 mètres, forment la gorge de Viamala (du romanche Via mala, qui signifie «mauvais chemin»). Malgré son étroitesse, les risques de chutes de pierres et la dangerosité de ses eaux, la gorge constituait pour les muletiers et les voyageurs la meilleure voie d’accès aux cols alpins du Splügen et du San Bernardino.
Depuis 1903, la gorge a été mise en valeur avec la construction d’un centre pour visiteurs et de marches d’escalier. Quelques années plus tard fut entreprise la construction périlleuse d’un tunnel, creusé à l’explosif dans la paroi rocheuse. Aujourd’hui encore, ce dernier conduit à la plateforme des visiteurs. ( à Savoir en Novembre c'est fermé )
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A fitting caption for this shot is "what could've been". On the way back to my lodgings after a long day, I was convinced the sun would make an appearance for the returning Hoover charter; thus I diverted towards Chesterfield, the area being about the only suitable location in the East Midlands where the sun angle would've been spot on. Little did I know when I arrived that the Cl.50 had jacked it on the S&C. While the tour was able to restart, dusk had long settled by the time it would've reached me.
I hung it out in ‘golden hour’ light to bag my consolation prize - this DB shed which was due about 5 minutes before the booked excursion - up against a Hoover it was no contest! Anyway, DB pinky 66082 passes the idyllic spot of Slitting Mill near Staveley, with a healthy load behind the 4O52 20.00 Masborough-Southampton Western Docks liner.
Taken with the assistance of a pole.
Así se ve el lago del bosque a las 7:30 AM. Cuatro horas después se vuelve muy desordenado.
Thus the lake from the forest looks at 7:30 A.M. Four hours later it becomes very disorderly.
It was a slighty hazy when i take this pictures thus the colors are bit dull but i still like it :D
I really wanted to dedicate this picture to Acidsulfurik www.flickr.com/photos/acidsulfurik/, he is an awesome photographer from Kuala Lumpur..i love his style and his processing very much. His pictures has been always my reference whenever i wanted to try a new thing. Thanks Bro for the inpsiration :)
Me and water are inseparable LOL
Cows making their way to the milking parlour through a beautiful valley.
Kilkenny, republic of ireland.
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Jerusalem, Israel: Nature is not subject to parking regulations. Trees, thus, shed their sheddings wherever it suits them.
China, Harbin, Tiger Research Centre,
… "Majestic Creatures", on their tourist-observation-deck.
The Siberian tiger is the largest subspecies of the tiger, the head-trunk length is usually up to 2 mtr, in exceptional cases up to about 2,30 mtr, with a tail
length up to approx. 1 mtr & a shoulder height up to slightly over 1 mtr. Thus makes this specie a little larger than the Bengal tiger, which represents the second largest subspecies of the tiger.
Male Siberian tigers weigh lays between 180 & 306 kg, females 100 to 167 kg, depending on age & the region in the wild.
In the 1980s, the "King of the Forest" was listed as one of the first-class national protected animals of China, to preserve this valuable species, the Siberian.
The Park is occupying an area of 1,440 million square meters, providing a gigantic space full natural environment in different areas in the park, approximately 20 minutes by car northeast out of the city at the Song Bei District. The main purpose of the tiger park is significant research with positive results to avoid the extinction of this majestic species.
The world's largest breeding centre for Siberian tigers, also known as Amur tigers, in Northeast China is in the process of releasing captive-bred big cats into the wild to restore the population of one of the world's most endangered species. Less than 500 Siberian tigers are supposed to live in the wild, mainly in East Russia, Northeast China & northern parts of Korean.
In 1986, China began a captive breeding program, at that time, the Hengdaohezi feline breeding centre in the suburbs of Harbin, had only eight tigers, but today it is home to more than 1,000.
After 32 years, there is a fourth generation of captive-bred tigers & the centre has strict measures to prevent inbreeding, the databases include family trees for each tiger.
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# La Gorge de VIAMALA & Le Rhin Postérieur .
Située entre Thusis et Andeer, la gorge de Viamala a été façonnée au fil des ans par les glaces éternelles et les eaux du Rhin postérieur qui traversent ces massifs rocheux. Les rochers, d’une hauteur pouvant atteindre 300 mètres, forment la gorge de Viamala (du romanche Via mala, qui signifie «mauvais chemin»). Malgré son étroitesse, les risques de chutes de pierres et la dangerosité de ses eaux, la gorge constituait pour les muletiers et les voyageurs la meilleure voie d’accès aux cols alpins du Splügen et du San Bernardino.
Depuis 1903, la gorge a été mise en valeur avec la construction d’un centre pour visiteurs et de marches d’escalier. Quelques années plus tard fut entreprise la construction périlleuse d’un tunnel, creusé à l’explosif dans la paroi rocheuse. Aujourd’hui encore, ce dernier conduit à la plateforme des visiteurs. ( à Savoir en Novembre c'est fermé )
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There are plenty of things I could tell you about this image but what I am going to relate tonight is only going to involve the mistake I made.
One of the risks to habits is that you can come to rely on them overly much. A case in point would be that by an unofficial rule I generally keep my Hasselblad backs loaded with 400 ISO film, one back for color and the other for b&w. When I do load a different speed film in one of my backs I try to make a note because I am so used to 400 speed film in them that I have mis-exposed film before because of mistaken assumption.
Before this latest trip up to the Olympic Peninsula I had been working a lot and photographing only a little. As such by the time I got up there my black and white back was halfway through a roll of film I could not remember loading and so I could not remember which film was in it. Normally no note would mean 400 speed but something in my brain was tickling away that this was not true, that I had loaded something out of the ordinary in terms of film speed in this back.
So what are my options at this point with about six frames left to expose? Well I could trust my habits and expose at 400. I could attempt to second guess motives and backtrack through memory to deduce which film I might have loaded. I could meter somewhere in between. This latter is what I did. I figured the only other speed I would have loaded would have been 100 ISO film. So if I metered at 200 then I would only be wrong by a stop. If it was 100, I would be a stop under and considering that I normally overexpose by habit anyway, all would be ok. If it was 400, then I would be a stop over (or two with my usual overexposure). and film so readily forgives overexposure. Seriously, you can get away with three or four stops over and still produce reasonable images. Additionally I was going to be a bit less choosy with those six frames and try to blow through them quickly so I could confirm the film and if necessary backtrack to re-expose any images.
Thus I set off. Unfortunately it was sunny and clear and conducive to heavy ND shooting so "blowing through" half a roll takes on a slightly different meaning when shooting through 18 stops of neutral density. It took a few hours but I managed, wound the roll and unloaded it... to find a roll of Rollei RPX 25. Umm yeah. So metering for 200, maybe overexposing by design by a stop I was still going to be two stops under. That was a bit disappointing. Usually I defer to the decisions that past-Zeb makes. He often seems to think of things that present-Zeb appreciates. But this time I was wondering what in the heck that past me was thinking by loading a roll of 25 speed film in a camera that usually uses 400 speed and not putting a note on it to warn present-Zeb how to expose it properly. Sheesh.
So I had a bit of a sinking feeling in my stomach, figuring not even the forgiveness of film was going to save me this time. Luckily I was still on the same beach and did backtrack to re-expose the images I felt most strongly about. I debated having the roll pushed when I got back but then the first half had theoretically been exposed accurately and I couldn't really remember what was on it, so I didn't want to push process that stuff, so I just let it go, morbidly curious to see how thin the negs would be. Imagine my surprise when the stuff that came back turned out to be fairly usable... at least some of it. This image for example was metered somewhere around 100 to 200 ISO, which means I probably overexposed it to begin with due to the deep shadows in the frame. But that is ok, I wanted the cliffs to be black anyway.
So what to take from all this? I guess mostly that we all make mistakes. In fact you ought to find opportunities to make mistakes. They keep us sharp, they are opportunities to learn, they sometimes show us things we may not have discovered on our own, they remind us that we are fallible in our decision-making. And I tell you about this one in particular so that you know that I am not above making such silly errors. I tend to curate out most of the images I don't consider worth the time to post or your time to see. I edit down to the good stuff, which really means the stuff that I like for one reason and another. And I think with practice and by limiting how much I post I tend to only share the stuff that is noteworthy for good reasons. But that can easily lead to the mistaken perception that maybe I don't make the same mistakes you make. That I don't screw up my calculations or forget something simple and obvious. Well trust me, I do. And sometimes it works out and sometimes it doesn't. On this case I got lucky, no thanks to my past self.
Hasselblad 500C
Rollei RPX 25
Happy Bench Monday everyone
Another photo taken using the "miniature (tilt-shift) setting on my camera.
This is taken in Southsea Rock Gardens, not a music venue, but an area of ornamental gardens built in the 1920's next to the seafront, but laying in a lower area, and thus sheltered from some of the harsh weather we get.
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The most famous woman painter of the seventeenth century,Artemusia worked in Rome,Florence,Venice,and Naples.This painting,among the most ambitious,recounts the story of the Jewish heroine Esther,who appeared before the king Ahasuerus to plead for her people.She,thus broke court etiquette and rushed death.She fainted in the king's presence,but her request found favor.The story is perceived not as an historical recreation but as a contemporary event.Initially Artemisia included the detail of a black boy restraining a dog-still partly visible beneath the marble pavement,to the left of Ahasuerus's knee.
The monastic community was founded by Saint David, Abbot of Menevia, who died in 589. In 1081, William the Conqueror visited St Davids to pray, and thus recognised it as a holy and respected place.
just hatched, thus the light colors of the wings.
~~
Ever felt like an ugly caterpillar, eager to blossom into a beautiful butterfly? How many *hidden* talents people can carry through a whole life, and never get the chance to show the world how awesome they really are?
What about the cynical pre-judgements? The difficulty of by passing looks and digging deeper within?
Susan Boyle, "ugly", "old", and making people cry with the angels within ;P (and shutting up some people, HA HA, pwned)
the voice >> yeah, but doesn't it sucks rats when you're not awesome at anything?
me >> tsc... shush, you're spoiling the mood... and how come you talk to me only when I'm back to the real world?
the voice >> you're having a "matrix issue"... needing a fix, that's when I come in, it seems.
me >> no, I'm fine... I've been out here in the real world for a couple of days only
the voice >> "oh my god!! Is this 'reality'?!?! I want back to the matrix!!"
me >> that's more likely what Neo thought but didn't tell Morpheus or Trinity.
the voice >> sure, you can deny it, some people might even believe you... but you know I know...
me >> ...
Sent to me by a family member.
Location in Josuha Tree National Park, California, USA
Taken January 2, 2023
Thus far (as of 02/06/2023), I haven't had anyone speculate on ID, but I am leaning toward the Genus being Catilleja (Sp). Note that scattered around the plant are some brown berries and needles.
According to my family member, there were Juniper trees growing nearby. Desert Paintbrush plants sometimes grow under or nearby other plants such as Juniper. They are hemi-parasitic, meaning they derive water from the roots of the other plants.
There are more than 200 species, some annuals, some perennials. A few species can hybridize and produce viable seeds. Pollinators include bees, butterflies, and hummingbirds. The flowers are edible and were consumed along with other fresh green plants by many Native Americans.
Paintbrush plants have a wide range from "west of the Americas. from Alaska south to the Andes, northern Asia, and one species as far west as the Kola Peninsula in northwestern Russia." (Wikipedia)
Possibly: Catilleja chromosa or C. anguslifolleja
Green leaves remaining from the summer past and golden autumn hues seem to blend together on a rainy afternoon at the beautiful Cedar Grist Mill, near Woodland, Washington.
Sometimes I forget that green and gold are next door neighbors on the spectrum, as I often tend to visualize quite a contrast in nature between verdant summer and the bright golds and other warm colors that autumn brings to go along with its cooler temperatures. In this idyllic place, on an afternoon when the weather mostly alternated between downpours, drizzles and mist (I think shot was taken during more of a light drizzle period), I found this sort of blended color palette quite beautiful.
Another interesting thing, that we didn't realize at first, is that some sort of good-sized salmon or trout were busily working their way upstream to spawn all the while we were at Cedar Creek. Someone later told us they were steelhead, which I learned is basically a type of rainbow trout that lives part of its time in freshwater and part at sea (I also learned the general term for freshwater fish that go to sea is "anadromous", so there's the random word of the day).
Anyway, before we understood what was going on, we'd periodically hear a smack, like a single hand clap, or a thud coming from the area of the waterfall that's just barely visible in the center of this image behind a veil of leaves. Once we realized that a spawning run was underway in the stream we ventured over to an overlook by waterfall and saw up close the cause of those sounds--fish that missed their jumps up the falls often were powered back against the rocks with quite a bit of force by the rushing flow. Getting upstream to spawn looked like very tough work for those beautiful fish. Its almost hard to believe they ever make it since they were having quite a time with this waterfall, and it wasn't much of a waterfall by Pacific Northwest standards. It was amazing to watch.
On a different note, for those of you who know this view well, I confess to using the creative license afforded by the cloning brush to remove from the scene the modern outdoor light fixture mounted just under the roof peak. Useful as it may be in the real world, it wasn't working for me in this image and thus had to go!
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Large-tailed Nightjar, Caprimulgus macrurus, Burung Tukang
These is a medium-sized birds which are either nocturnal or crepuscular and thus, are sometimes known in Malay as ‘burung malas’ or a lazy bird because they sleep during the day. They have long slender wings, short legs and very short bills, and they feed on flying insects that they catch on the wing either at night or at dawn and dusk. They usually nest on the ground and lay only one or two egg each year. It is sometimes known as ‘tukang kubur’ or graveyard bird because they can be found nesting in cemetaries.
Burung Tukang adalah burung malam yang bebunyi kuat terutama bila ia ada berhampiran. Ia memakan serangga yang ditangkap dengan cara menyambarnya di udara. Di waktu siang ia akan duduk diatas tanah atau busut tidak bergerak, diam dalam penyamarannya. Selalu dijumpai dikawasan perkuburan yang juga memberinya nama ‘Tukang kubur’.
Exif: f7.1, 1/40, ISO 500, focal length 800mm, Cik Canon EOS 50D, lens Canon 400mm, TC 2.0, handheld