View allAll Photos Tagged Turf

I went out yesterday morning with my buddy Rick in search of the desert variety of burrowing owls. We were out early in the morning when the Las Vegas temperatures were actually tolerable. We saw eight owls in total, a really good morning to say the least. This one led us around stopping on three different and distinct perches. This was by far my favorite as it rested and watched from atop this yucca. We were able to get closer, but I like this image as I think it portrays its "turf" really well. Always a blast to go out shooting with Rick!

 

Thank so much for your views, faves and comments!

 

Have a Blessed Sunday!

 

© 2018 Craig Goettsch - All rights reserved. Any unauthorized use without permission is prohibited.

Hockey is a big deal in Edina and all of Minnesota, so how appropriate is it to grab a photo of the southbound MN&S Job near the Minnesota Made Ice Center? The train passed under the quirky tunnel structure at W 70th Street and is now coming alongside the stretch of artificial turf for athletes to run a quick 40-yard dash at the training center.

Víðimýrarkirkja church is one of the few preserved turf churches in Iceland. At the beginning of the 20th century its fate was uncertain, but luckily the immense cultural value of the building was recognised in time, and the National Museum of Iceland became responsible for its renovation. The church was built in 1834 and has turf walls, but timber gables both back and front.

this red breasted nuthatch and american goldfinch were not willing to share the feeder

Turf Fen Drainage Mill

 

The mill, which was used to drain land for cattle grazing, was built in 1875 and is only accessible via boat. The mill was restored in 1980's.

Turf church in Iceland town of Hof. Early morning time

Grafarkirkja turf church - the Chapel at Gröf in Höfðaströnd in North Iceland, is Iceland's oldest turf church with parts of the current turf church dating back to the 17th century.

A 1,500Kms, 5 day trek down the South Road in Iceland with Camerashy68 taking in many sights with a detour back to reykjavik via the Golden Circle.

 

My blog:

timster1973.wordpress.com

 

Also on Facebook

www.Facebook.com/TimKniftonPhotography

 

online store: www.artfinder.com/tim-knifton

 

Instagram: www.instagram.com/Timster_1973

Male Shovelers establishing their territories

 

Anas clypeata

 

Blacktoft Sands

Three historic turf sheds at the old Nupsstadir farm in Iceland. Converted to black and white these old turf sheds remain today for visitors to see. They are among some of the oldest in the country.

The traditional turf houses (used for Sheep) at Hjarðarhaga along the Ring Road in Iceland

More ado about nothing between backyard Eastern Bluebirds. Neither food nor turf was at stake so apparently it was just for their own amusement and no injuries appeared be sustained.

I composed this image of Icelandic Turf Houses while completing the Svartifoss Waterfall hike. A history of these turf houses is presented below.

 

For a country settled in 930 AD and inhabited ever since, Icelanders have very few historic buildings of note. While most other European states have castles and ruins that date back eons, you’ll be hard-pressed to find anything built before the 19th Century in Iceland.

 

The reason for this is that the vast majority of Iceland’s buildings were made to be disposable. With an extreme and fickle climate, a lack of decent building materials, virtually no infrastructure and the poverty of the people themselves, early Icelanders had to be creative when constructing their homes. As such, the Icelandic turf house was born.

 

Turf houses are, quite simply, semi-underground abodes with a grassy roof, not unlike the Hobbit homes in Lord of the Rings.

 

They were built by stacking flat stones to create the foundation, using birch or driftwood to create frames, then covering the structure with several layers of turf. A door would mark the entrance, and there were occasionally small windows (although few made of glass, a rare commodity). On the roof, there would usually be a small hole for ventilation, which could be closed in bad weather with a lid made of animal guts stretched over a barrel ring.

 

Though it was true that Iceland was covered in birch forests when first settled, Icelandic birch was pretty useless in building anything more than the aforementioned frames and door. Turf, however, was known to be insulating by the Norwegians when they arrived and was adopted as a primary material for houses pretty much immediately.

 

The appearance and architectural style of turf houses went under several changes throughout history. Initially, most resembled classic Viking longhouses, complete with saunas. As Icelanders burnt through the nation’s forests and an ensuing mini Ice Age prevented more from growing, they changed into networks of smaller buildings, connected with underground tunnels.

In the 18th Century, it became more popular to have wooden ends at both sides of a turf house, and a gable-style entrance. Almost all intact turf houses in Iceland today were built in this fashion.

 

Turf houses provided the best insulation possible, but that does not mean they were comfortable. They were so damp that fresh produce would quickly rot; they filled with smoke whenever someone cooked; they were dark, especially in winter; and they stank, being where everyone ate, slept, socialised and did their indoor work. They were also often crowded, housing the whole family in addition to farmhands, seasonal workers, vagrants and potentially state dependents, and everyone usually slept in one room.

 

Turf houses also required constant maintenance, being made mainly of organic material and constantly exposed to the elements. Neglecting household duties could easily result in their collapse. As such, it was widespread for them to be abandoned every year, and a new one built in another location.

 

Because of how disposable they were and how quickly they were deserted, few turf houses have made it to the modern era without significant structural damage.

 

The turf houses pictured appear to be modern adaptations of these historic structures, built into the hillside and with thatched roofs, but some modern elements.

   

802 103 leads 1C92 18:04 London Paddington-Penzance past Turf Locks, between Exminster (site of station visible in the distance) and Powerdham shortly before sunset on the evening of 14th June 2022.

 

Turf Locks is the entrance to the Exeter Ship Canal. The river Exe can be seen heading north on the right with the village of Topsham dominating the background.

Turfal Ormanları - TR

A Great Blue Heron is in hot pursuit of a Great Egret that went on his turf.

A pair of barns (CMQ 9020 and CMQ 9017) have been on home turf during the past week, going back and forth between Maine on Montreal on CP 250/251. The presence of CP 6018 last though shows that things have changed, with CP now having taken this line back. Here CP 251 crosses the trestle at Eastman with an 81-car train that was taxing the power. A bit earlier they had told the RTC that they were only doing 12-13 mph (track speed here is currently 25 mph).

Field of sunflowers at Yarramalong Turf Supplies in Wyong Creek on the Central Coast of NSW, Australia.

fighting springboks at Etosha NP (Namibia)

Not seen one of these before, so a nice find.

Catcott lows in the car park.

stone walls are all that remain -- and strange to think that it wasn't all THAT long ago when this was in use? probably ~150 years...

On home turf former Conrail SD60M leads NS coal empties westbound at Cassandra, Pennsylvania - February 11, 2010.

Returning to Oxford after the Cotswolds, I asked the cab driver from Botley to drop us off at the Sheldonian, from where we headed to the Turf Tavern prior to a walk around the immediate vicinity and then heading off to dinner at Pierre Victoire in Little Clarendon Street.

 

Despite the tempting beers here, it was lemon, lime and bitters for us ...

 

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turf_Tavern

 

I noticed that the guy is reading a novel called 'Lapvona' by Ottessa Moshfegh – I'm not sure about its reviews ...

 

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lapvona

This week 31 March. 5 April

Art Week Gallery Theme ~Land & Sea Scapes ~

www.flickr.com/groups/temporaryexhibitionsartgallery/

ai/pixlr/gimp

Brown Bears at Katmai National Park, Alaska. This altercation was very brief. Shortly after the bears separated and went back to eating and napping.

As the days went on the invasion of the foreigners became more and more apparent.

 

Kai and Kaze decided to walk the streets to attempt to protect the locals from the wrath and greed that the foreigners were raining down on those less fortunate daily.

 

As they exited the shop they found exactly what they were looking for. Demon Dodge, Evil Emil, and Fleetin' Ethan were all three ready for them.

 

Quickly they nodded to one another and Kaze took off at a run. He leaped into the air as he was trained to do, his legs taking on the crane formation. His face was determined, angry even. With his youth, it was normal for him to be a hothead, but in times like this, it wasn't a bad thing. His anger would fuel him.

 

Kai on the other hand took a protective stance, his eyes hard, cold, and calculating. He'd get the two that were left, his sword sliced the air with a speed that was unmatched by his opponents.

 

Demon Dodge's eyes blazed with determination, his blades at the ready in a stance that was typical to those that were not of this place.

 

Evil Emil, known to be the most twisted of them, had a look on his face of sheer glee at the blood fray that was about to ensue. It was known that he took delight in others' pain and even their deaths.

 

All that Kai could think is, "they do not belong" as he struck out finally at his enemy. His heritage, his training, his composure was second to none of his age, his eyes shone black in the night, colorless during the day. Only this time, they were cold as black ice running down your spine.

 

The battle would begin, but where would it end?

Turf Fen drainage mill, Norfolk Broads

Follow Me: WebsiteFacebookGoogle+TwitterYoutube

 

One of the handful of small villages on the island of Husavik. This is pretty deep into Faroese territory. Well, relative to the small size of the Faroes. From Vagar Airport you take the subsea tunnel into neighboring Streymoy Island before catching a ferry across to Sandoy.

 

Read the full post: www.aisleseatplease.com/blog/husavik-turf-houses

An old Icelandic turf building decaying in the setting sun.

Looks like this will be a rare sight in the near future

I want to smell a turf fire. I have no open fire in my house any more, but I do love the smell of burning peat.

 

This is a bog that was cut just today. The turfs will lie in the sun to dry for several weeks and then they will be turned, and stacked.

 

They will be brought home later in the Summer and burned in the winter.

 

For ODC - I want to

This is a bad shot. But I'm attached to it for some reason.

2 4 5 6 7 ••• 79 80