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A high key shot of two Mallard drakes (Anas platyrhychos) having a nap , one legged, on a tree in the water.
Little Canadian goslings. They're not very water proof yet. The down takes a lot of cleaning after being in the water.
Two beautiful hummingbirds on a tree branch (Black-throated Mango and Versicolored Emerald) at Sítio Espinheiro Negro, Juquitiba, SP.
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Found these two sitting in the Great Falls yard this evening. I've shot and posted pics of 12066 before, but this was the first time I've seen the other one.
This shot gets me to thinking, what does one call multiple cars of this sort? Caboosi? Cabeese?
Canon EOS 350D Digital Rebel XT
Tamron AF 75-300mm lens
I went back a couple weeks after I took this image to check on my poor whale friend. I found him a bit... deflated this time around.
These two boats look like a couple that are looking in the nature, packed for a trip, maybe they packed their life here and looking what is ahead.
I've been taking a wee bit of down time away from laptop as I do need that wee break when spending so many hours everyday, 7 days a week (I get internet burn out...lol). Anyway I took some pictures in my garden and got some macro pictures of these two Bees? (or are they flies?). I assume they are making out but not sure, I could have got as close as I wanted as they weren't moving, too engrossed in what they were doing. I actually didn't take too many pictures as I thought they were dead when they didn't move no matter how close I got but they did fly away when I checked back a short time later. Glad they did as I don't think I could have looked at pictures of them if they were dead.
So happy together. Two lambs overlooking the landscape of the Isle of Terschelling (NL) View Awards Count
Two girls sit on a bench by a small lake, waiting for their boyfriends. The girls are 12. The boyfriends are the first they’ve really had.
Like the girls, the boys are friends. They’ve become a foursome. And today they’re all skipping school together.
It’s November. The wind off the lake is chilly, the grass around it brown and matted, clumped with goose poop and dotted here and there with bits of garbage. Fast food wrappers, empty cigarette packs, old Kleenexes, beer cans – glisten dully around the bench in the weak winter light.
One of the girls lights a cigarette, inhales extravagantly… waves a hand in front of her face to dissipate the smoke from her match. Tosses the match on the ground by the bench. Stares at the lake.
She’s the older-looking one. The more mature one. She has breasts and hips and long shiny hair.
The other girl is still awkward, skinny, flat chested, hipless. Worried that her curvy friend – who she has known since kindergarten – will one day abandon her.
They’ve been friends forever, it seems. And they were always equals. But now, time is taking them in different directions. The skinny girl doesn't like it. Not one bit. But what can she do? She is trapped... helpless. She cannot stop puberty.
“Give me a cigarette,” the skinny girl says.
The curvy girl makes a face like “What? Are you serious?” Turns to the skinny girl, blinks a few times rapidly and blows out a long blue plume into the damp air.
“But you don’t smoke,” says the curvy girl.
“Maybe I want to start,” says the skinny girl, wondering… even as she says this… what the hell she’s thinking. She’s repulsed by cigarettes. Has tried them a few times and ended up sick. Still.
She feels that smoking is a visible sign of aging; of sophistication. It’s one of the few things that sets her apart from the curvy girl – and is within her control. She cannot make her breasts grow or her hair shine or her pimples disappear (although she does her best to cover them). But, if she smokes, she figures, she will look more mature.
So she takes a cigarette. Holds it in her mouth while the curvy girl strikes a match and lights it. Even before she inhales, the skinny girl has a mouthful of awful.
The cigarette has a rank, dirty chemical taste. Like insecticide. The girl tries not to breathe through her nose as she sucks in the smallest possible amount of hot, acrid smoke.
The girls make small talk. They’ve known each other so long they’re able to communicate in something like a code. It consists of single syllables, of grunts, of gestures… any one of which can send them into fits of doubled-over, can't-breathe laughter.
There on the bench… just the two of them… it’s almost as though they’re still little girls. And the skinny one almost wishes they were… that they weren’t growing up; that their bodies weren’t changing; that they didn’t have boyfriends now.
In truth, she doesn’t like her boyfriend. Never would have chosen him; is really only seeing him because her friend and his friend are boyfriend-girlfriend.
In truth, some part of her is not-so-secretly in love with her curvy, mature-looking friend.
She’s been reading up on adolescence in the library. She has read that girl-girl crushes are common at this age; that they don’t mean anything; that, given time, her interest in boys will develop.
She wishes it would hurry up. She’s tired of pretending to like the boyfriend’s sloppy wet attempts at passion. She goes along with it only because, this way, she gets more time with her friend. And when she is alone at night, remembering their double dates, it’s not the boyfriend she thinks about.
“Where the hell are those guys?” the curvy girl asks, looking at the time on her cell phone. The boyfriends are late. The four of them were meant to meet here half an hour ago.
It’s cold by the lake. The girls huddle in their coats, hands in pockets, breath making clouds.
By the time the man approaches them, they have almost given up on the boyfriends arriving at all.
(to be continued)
Ashness jetty, Derwent Water in the Lake District. A firm favourite with many photographers especially on a dull day. I know this location has suffered from over exposure (if you'll excuse the pun) but this is the first time I'd been there. The jetty was replaced not so long ago so doesn't have much of a weathered look as many of the others, but the stretch of shoreline around this area provides countless photo opportunities come rains or shine and is always worth a visit.
Derwent Water, Lake District, UK
Canon 5D MII | TS-E 24mm II | f/11 | 28 sec | ISO 100 | ND Grad
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