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Dunseverick Falls, County Antrim, United Kingdom
Dunseverick Waterfall is a small waterfall that spills right into the Atlantic Ocean off the Causeway Coast in Northern Ireland. This would otherwise be an unassuming and unknown waterfall if it wasn’t near a couple of notable attractions, namely the Dunseverick Castle and the Giant’s Causeway.
Michael Watson at trombone.
This last friday he played together with Dee Dee Bridgewater in Oslo. Best concert ever imho.
Some words from Evan Christopher on Michael found on the internet:
Lanky, stylish yet unassuming and thoughtful, he has a full sound on trombone that reminds me of Al Grey from the Count Basie band, and he sings with a playful, confident voice that has glimpses of Donny Hathaway. Watching him and speaking with him in “The Spotlight,” I realized that Michael is the paradigm of a young musician who is living in New Orleans to be a part of the culture, who did not come to opportunistically capitalize on the city’s reputation or currency abroad.
Today's theme, red subject stills taken from videos. I trawled through hundreds of videos to find these red shots; they're not the sharpest or best, but they meet my criteria; red stills from videos.
This still shows a Crimson Rosella in the seed dish in my back yard. I really like these birds, they are at the bottom of the pecking order and usually wait until all the other birds have gone. That's when I top up the dish for these timid, unassuming beauties.
Deeper Meaning - Wrens are generally drab colored, unassuming birds. However, they have always fascinated me and are some of my favorite passerines to photograph due to their bold attitude. Cactus Wren was high on my list, but they were not out and about until my last evening - when I was lucky to capture this artistic image of one on an Ocotillo branch in the evening hour.
I really enjoyed my trip down south to the desert because it was focused on desert songbirds/hummingbirds and lizards rather than the usual more charismatic subjects such as Bobcats/Owls which I have been focusing on the past few years.
I was/am a birder/wildlife enthusiast before I became a photographer and I like staying in touch with that part of myself. One of my personal gripes with social media is that it puts a lot of pressure on the wildlife photographer to deliver images that are popular. These images tend to be of a narrow set of subjects such as owls, bears, foxes, etc. Even though images of subjects such as wrens may not be as popular, I think there is a lot of value in photographing native species that are less traditional photo subjects and this is something that I would like to continue to do moving forward.
Happy Memorial Day Everyone!
Species: Cactus Wren (Campylorhynchus brunneicapillus)
Location: Southern California, CA, USA
Equipment: Canon EOS R5 + EF 100-400mm II + EF 1.4x Extender III
Settings: 1/320s, ISO: 1000, f/8 @520mm, Handheld, Electronic Shutter
This friendly little fellah has quite the call... a very high pitched squeal that is almost ear piercing, otherwise, a rather unassuming creature until he wants your undivided attention... lol
Jared is a quiet unassuming guitar genius. We have some excellent jazz guitarist in the city and Jared would be in my top 10, without any particular order. First time I heard Jared was in a park in 2020, when guitar playing was deemed more dangerous for people, than standing in line for toilet paper. He was playing with trumpeter Rudy, who was this week introduced by Jon Batiste at his Massey Hall concert. Jon Batiste, Rudy and Jared are about at same league. I see Jared playing quite often, whether it's as a duo, trio or with 17 piece big band. Here is was playing with 'Sonny Balcones'; Conny Nowe -drums, Rachel Melas - bass, Taylor Maslin- clarinet and the leader, trumpet player and vocalist -Corry Ouellette; at a gin joint in the east-end of Toronto.
308. Reid's. P1090750; Taken 2023 March 13. Upload 2024 March 21.
Softly as in a Morning Sunrise - Jazz Standard - Jared Higgins- guitar, Max Simpson- double bass, Mike T. Kerr- guitar
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENCX5HqcJxk
I see these 3 musicians quite often, not necessarily together.
This diminutive cat (7 lbs. soaking wet), is quiet and unassuming, but she commands the respect of all the other cats here on the farm. Even her aggressive son Vinny doesn't mess with her.
The kittens have occasionally made her a target, and she's quickly put them right in their place. Most of the time they keep a respectful distance.
It wasn’t the first time I’d heard him say it, but there was no time at which those words seemed more relevant. I’d just arrived back at the campsite after a testing adventure that had taken me to the summit of Britain’s highest mountain and back, Ben Nevis. Five and a bit hours earlier I’d set off, part of a group of five on a grey July Saturday morning. Soft rain and mist wove a dampening conspiracy around us, and long before we were halfway up, the land below had vanished entirely. But it had been today or never for me on this middle instalment of three mountains in three days in the Scottish Highlands. Two of us were much faster than the other three and our brief stops to wait for them were rapidly abandoned so that we could keep on moving and stay warm. At the summit, a huge cornice of grainy snow covered the edge of the deadly north face. We didn’t stay at the top for long, huddling among the stone ruins of an abandoned shelter and taking the obligatory summit selfies. On the way down, the zip on my coat broke, and for the rest of the descent I was dogged by sixty mile per hour rain charged gusts that turned me into a sail and quickly soaked me to the core.
“The only thing that’s waterproof is skin!” said James as he peered grimly into the rain out of what I can only describe as a one man teepee. “Tea? Sausage sandwich?” I gratefully accepted, before trudging off squelchily to the campsite laundry where just about everything I had worn was poured into an industrial sized tumble dryer. Even my rucksack and ahem, yes my passport that had inexplicably been with me on the hike went in as I sat in a chair and gradually felt my senses return. It might have been July, but nobody had remembered to tell the Scottish Highlands.
James was always resourceful on these hiking adventures. The much loved patriarch of a Clydebank family, we first met him on the West Highland Way ten years ago as we hiked the hundred odd miles from Milngavie, just north of Glasgow, to Fort William. A man who seemed bigger in stature than he actually stood, he was one of those people who emanated warmth and humour behind which you could sense was a quiet layer of hidden steel. A man who earned our respect without trying to. He was accompanied by several members of his family, including his daughter Karen, who’d taken it upon herself to watch over us like a guardian angel as we made our way north through some of the most beautiful scenery imaginable. Each day we all finished at the same hostel or campsite where we would share stories of our adventures over a pint or three, and by the time we arrived in the streets of Fort William during a torrential downpour, the three of us that had started a week earlier had somehow snowballed into a group of twenty.
There were no beds at Fort William that night. We’d intended to sleep in our tents, but the campsite was flooded. A different year, but it was still July. After a lot of frantic searching, Karen appeared with the rescue plan. Alder and Anna, the young teachers from North Carolina we’d befriended and walked every step of the last two and a half days with, would be smuggled into the long since booked hotel room she and Louise were sharing, while Dave, Tom and I would sneak in with James. If James was at all disgruntled by the fact that he was about to share his long awaited hotel room with three people he’d only met a few days ago, he certainly didn’t show it. Instead, he just grinned and poured the whisky. Such effortless kindness is a rare and special thing. James had it in abundance. And since that first adventure, he’s featured in each of the ones we’ve had in Scotland.
Three years later we did the hike again, this time in a Mediterranean style heatwave. But not in July - this time we were in Scotland in May. And somehow I persuaded Ali to come with me, on what was her first ever trip to Scotland. Once again, there was James, now almost in his seventieth year, always magically producing a hip flask full of single malt at the moment it was most needed. I wondered whether there was a lorry following us - or a boat during the very long section of the trail on the remote east bank of Loch Lomond - topping up his hip flask when the rest of us weren’t watching.
Last summer we were back in Scotland for the first time in five years, invited by Alder and Anna to join them on a long overdue reunion hike along the Great Glen. Afterwards, Ali and I trekked the Rannoch Moor section of the West Highland Way alone. Back in 2018 she’d decided to skip the testing haul across the huge open wilderness and regretted it ever since, while I was more than happy to follow that path for a third time. But it turned into yet another July afternoon in the Highlands when the heavens opened and obliterated the landscape. From start to end we were soaked by bullets from the sky, although at least this time the coats kept out the worst of it as we trod the boggy twelve miles across mountain and moor. On a fine day it’s a stunning walk, but in heavy rain it’s sheer purgatory with nowhere to throw in the towel and wait to be rescued by the bus or a taxi.
A couple of days later we met up with James and his wife Joanne who’d joined Karen to visit us at our waterfront pitch on the campsite beside the east bank of Loch Lomond, not far from their home. At least the rain mostly stayed at bay for once. We spent the time drinking tea and reminiscing about those wonderful shared adventures on the trail, and the day Karen and I hiked up to the summit of Buachaille Etive Mor, only to be surrounded by yet another thick veil of suffocating fog. Also in July. Catching up with friends like these was among the highlights of a road trip that we’ll never forget. It was a surprise though to hear that James no longer touched the whisky. Even a beer was politely refused when I dug a couple of cans out of the fridge.
Three weeks ago we learned that James had died suddenly while overseas on holiday with Joanne. A heart attack we were told. He was seventy-five. It doesn’t seem that old, and nor did James. Such a generous and unassuming man. The sad news took me back to the memory of that soaking wet hike across Rannoch Moor, when I smiled through the mist as I heard his well worn mantra speaking across the hills to me in that unmistakable Clydeside accent - “The only thing that’s waterproof is skin!” He’d have loved an afternoon like this. Slàinte James. This one’s for you.
My brother Dave made a video of the 2015 hike: youtu.be/LUjhj2ojeX0?si=1cOJLsAv2Qln-O8a
And despite the fact that his was so much better, I made one of the 2018 hike: youtu.be/Qjq47Wiyko8
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
I shoot street in drab and unassuming colours in order to blend into the masses. If everyone dressed like this I'd have to up my colour game too. I absolutely love the riot of colour that she is orchestrating here. Enjoy.
Part of Tatton Park in Cheshire, this unassuming but rather large cottage sits at the edge of the walled garden, presumably used by the head gardener?
The tiny church of St Mary at Kempley, Gloucestershire, was probably built in the early 12th century by Baron Hugh de Lacy, owner of Kempley manor. Its exterior is unassuming, but inside, this simple Norman building is adorned with the most outstandingly complete and well-preserved medieval wall paintings in England. Those in the chancel, dating from the early 12th century, are particularly rare, and are the most complete set of Romanesque paintings in northern Europe. They are a vivid reminder of a time when church interiors were covered in such decoration.
St Mary’s also has some exceptionally ancient timbers, including the oldest timber roof of any building in England.
I observed this one doing its typical behavior – moving non stop in shadow under some shrubs. Then for some reason it decided to throw me a bone, and it flew up and perched in the morning light. Only for two click though….
Emigrant Lake – Jackson County – Oregon – USA
“An unassuming bird with a lovely, melancholy song, the Hermit Thrush lurks in the understories of far northern forests in summer and is a frequent winter companion across much of the country. It forages on the forest floor by rummaging through leaf litter or seizing insects with its bill. The Hermit Thrush has a rich brown upper body and smudged spots on the breast, with a reddish tail that sets it apart from similar species in its genus.”
- Cornell University Lab of Ornithology
I couldn't make up my mind as to what to show you today, and when that happens I usually get out one oy photos of my least photographed flower or animal. That definitely would be my Western Diamond Rattlesnake.
I have been coming into contact with the Diamiondbacks since I started climbing Mt. Diablo on a regular basis in 2000. I know quite a bit about these snakes and I feel fairly comfortable "near" them. A rattler would rather freighten off something as large as a human that to bite it. When I have come close to one sunning himself or just resting in tall grasses, imnvariably it will rattle which is a warning. "Under the surface," the Western Diamondback does no want to waste venom. It's what allows him to eat. Rattlers are not constrictors, and so a bite is the only way one is going to kill prey and have dinner. No venom, it hay have to go a week or more to find another meal.
The western diamondback rattlesnake or Texas diamond-back (Crotalus atrox) is a rattlesnake species and member of the viper family, found in the southwestern United States and Mexico. (I have found many in desert and mountain habitats in California, and people ought to know that there can be many on an "unassuming mountain" like the one I'm looking at from my office window. I know where there are two nest sites on the mountain which have (or had) at least six in each den. Come close, and they will rattle, and it was the only way I was going to get one flicking its tongue (which is blue by the way). flic.kr/p/2i7YwWK
Like all other rattlesnakes and all other vipers, it is venomous. It is likely responsible for the majority of snakebite fatalities in northern Mexico and the greatest number of snakebites in the U.S. No subspecies are currently recognized.
The Diamondback is about four feet long when fully grown, and will have 10 to 12 buttons on the rattle. flic.kr/p/2jKbpVq The one you see in this photo is a full grown male, and lives in a burrow that is under that log. When I took this photo, I went to the log hoping that I would find one or two. That doesn't mean that I'm careless, and just lift the log or look into a den and say, "Anybody home?" I much prefer knowing where they are than where they aren't. It lives in elevations from below sea level up to 6,500 feet (2,000 m). This species ranges throughout the Southwestern United States, western mountain ranges in Calfironia, and northern half of Mexico. By the way, Mt. Diablo is home to one of the worst enemies that the rattlesnake has, and I'm sure some of you will be surprised that it's a nonvenemous King Snake, one of the prettiest snakes in the West. flic.kr/p/JAD2BE
Saturday night cruising in Paprihaven, at the Market Street Chevron...
Market Street on a Saturday night is less of a thoroughfare and more of a neon-drenched theater. The sidewalks pulse with throngs of onlookers, their faces flickering in the glow of open storefronts as they track the stoplight-to-stoplight drag races.
Underpinning it all is a relentless, acoustic earthquake in the thunderous revs and guttural rumbles of high-performance engines. This doesn't just fill the air, but envelopes the people, vibrating deep within the marrow of their bones.
Rani Juli slowed as she approached the Chevron, but the station was a sea of chrome and glass; every bay was claimed.
With a practiced sigh, she nudged the accelerator. Her Ford Focus responded with a comfortable, unassuming hum, a polite whisper against the roar of the street. The Chevron was always a fortress on Saturdays; perhaps the next station would offer a sanctuary.
Of course, Rani wasn't here to burn rubber or chase a trophy. As the leader of the Paprihaven Disney Society, her mission was far more festive: guiding her flock to a celebration at Dixie’s Diner.
Her Focus is a rolling beacon of whimsy, wrapped in a custom Mickey Mouse Club paint job that turned heads even in a sea of supercars. She lived for the smiles it sparked and the spontaneous conversations that bloomed at every red light.
Glancing in her rearview mirror, she saw her "entourage"—the club bus, packed to the windows with eager Disneyites, all buzzing with the shared anticipation of a night at Dixie’s and a table full of scrumptious food.
As the head of the Paprihaven Disney Society, Rani treated the street like her own personal Magic Kingdom parade. Her Focus, decked out in a vibrant Mickey Mouse Club livery, was a local celebrity in its own right.
While the racers looked for intimidation, Rani looked for connection, enjoying the grins and waves her brightly appointed Ford pulled from the sidewalk crowds.
Directly behind her, the club bus followed like a loyal sidekick. It was a mobile clubhouse filled with those excited Disneyites whose minds were already fixed on the milkshakes and jukebox hits awaiting them at Dixie’s Diner.
🚌🚦🚗⛽🚐🚍🚎🚔🚑🚨🚒🚓🚔🚕🚧🚖🚜🚘🚲
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Matchbox
Ford Focus
Mickey Mouse Clubhouse
2010, Thailand
Matchbox
Ford Focus
Sizzlin' Style
2003, China
Matchbox
Emergency Rescue 4x4
Shark Pier Playset
2007, China
Matchbox
Mercury Sable Wagon
1988, Macau
Matchbox
MBX Motor Home
Outdoor Sportsman 3/12
2009, Thailand
Matchbox
2004 School Bus
Mickey Mouse Clubhouse
Matchbox
Range Rover Sport 2005
VIP Luxury 8/12
2008, Thailand
2010, Thailand
Júpiter es el más grande de los planetas del Sistema Solar, con alrededor de 143000 km de diámetro en su zona ecuatorial. Más del 80% de su composición es de hidrógeno y alrededor del 17% es de helio (otros compuestos en mucha menor medida). El planeta está atravesado por una dinámica turbulenta que permite distinguir zonas brillantes y cinturones oscuros. En esta modesta imagen, se puede ver una de sus características más notables: la Gran Mancha Roja, cuyo tamaño excede en más de dos veces el de nuestro planeta Tierra.
Obtuve esta fotografía mediante el apilado de los fotogramas de un video capturado empleando un pequeño telescopio Maksutov-Cassegrain Explore Scientific 127, f/15, Barlow Meade 2x y Cámara Player One Ceres-C.
Tiempo y lugar: 2022-10-04 - 01:51 UT - Zona Rural, Concordia, Entre Ríos, Argentina.
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Jupiter is the largest of the planets in the Solar System, with about 143,000 km in diameter at its equatorial zone. More than 80% of its composition is hydrogen and about 17% is helium (other compounds to a much lesser extent). The planet is crossed by a turbulent dynamics that allows to distinguish bright zones and dark belts. In this unassuming image, one of its most notable features can be seen: the Great Red Spot, which is more than twice the size of our planet Earth.
I obtained this photograph by stacking of the frames of a video captured using a small Maksutov-Cassegrain Explore Scientific 127, f/15, Barlow Meade 2x and Player One Ceres-C Camera.
Time and place: 2022-10-04 - 01:51 UT - Rural Zone, Concordia, Entre Ríos, Argentina.
'The Brack' is another unfortunate anglicization & probably stems from 'Beinn Bhreac' (Speckled Hill).
I'm happy to give some context to the unassuming Luss Hills here (far left), an area which helped maintain my sanity during the past 15 months. You can make out that, in their own right, they present a fairly impressive & distinct skyline. Located at the virtual gateway to the Highlands renders them something of an afterthought to most, however, & they quietly go about their business unburdened by the excessive footfall suffered by the nearby Arrochar Hills or Ben Lomond.
Loch Long's arrow-straight characteristics allow the U.K.'s ministry of defence the convenience of having the ideal conditions for testing submarine missiles up its length. Isn't the human race just wonderful! (!).
Introduced to the southern states of Australia in the 1860’s this unassuming bird has now established itself in many of the country’s states and territories #resilient #adaptable
This unassuming house was formerly an inn from C17 and probably earlier. Timberframed.
Modern sculptured lead inn sign on front angle. A Grade II Listed Building
The Dunnock is such an unassuming bird, easily overlooked until it bursts into it's strong sweet song, then you just have to sit up and take notice, a Susan Boyle of the bird world ? :-)
Our boat approaches Talisay Beach on Tapiutan Island. This is our stopover for lunch on Tour C of our island-hopping in the Bacuit archipelago in El Nido, Palawan, Philippines. Like practically all islands in Bacuit Bay it is uninhabited. Lunch is cooked aboard the tour boats and served on the island.
For stories about this trip, visit this page: shoestringdiary.wordpress.com/2016/04/20/tapiutan-island-...
They say you learn something new everyday and this is what I learned... the name of this plain little brown butterfly is Columbine Duskywing. Awesome big name for such a small, unassuming little butterfly!
An unassuming bird with a lovely, melancholy song, the Hermit Thrush lurks in the understories of far northern forests in summer and is a frequent winter companion across much of southern North America. It forages on the forest floor by rummaging through leaf litter or seizing insects with its bill.
"Be like a butterfly and a flower - beautiful and sought after, yet unassuming and gentle."
~ Jarod Kintz
A Common Mime (papilio clytia) clicked just after it descended on a Hawaiian hibiscus growing in the backyard.
Well, the answer appears to be an excellent pub! This place, the ‘Just Beer’ micro pub has won many awards being Newarks pub of the year for seven years and being awarded the best pub in the East Midlands by CAMRA - the Campaign for Real Ale - twice!
It is located in an unassuming position being tucked away down an alleyway/driveway in the Swan and Salmon Yard, off Castlegate, Newark. You either know where it is or come across it by accident whilst exploring or going to one of the other small businesses down there!
kadota, california
One the way home from an excursion to Yosemite, my friend (and fellow photographer), James Hale, and I took a rural route southwest out of Mariposa. Before jumping onto Hwy 99 for the long drive home, we wandered through the small farming community of Kadota. I must admit, the photos I took in this unassuming almond grove were some of my favorites from the trip.
Honfleur, France
The Chapel of Notre-Dame-de-Grâce crests the Plateau de Grâce, overlooking the iconic Seine River, port of Le Havre, and Pont de Normandie below. Built in the early 17th century, it replaced a former chapel situated a bit too close to a nearby cliff edge. From the outside, it meets the eye as a stout, charming, but unassuming church. Entering the small space, the theme becomes apparent.
14th century Caesar's Tower viewed from the stunning Mill Garden at the bottom of Mill Street.
At the bottom of picturesque Mill Street is a charming but unassuming small cottage, its gate leads to this amazing garden...
To my shame, this was my first visit to Mill Garden, but it certainly won't be my last. A stunning private garden, it is only small, but packs more bang for its buck than gardens 50 times bigger. Beautifully designed and densely planted with narrow winding paths and artfully placed 'lines of sight' out of the garden to the looming medieval castle, the River Avon and the picturesque ruins of the original old bridge.
The garden has been owned, and very much loved, by the same family since 1938 and rather amazingly is open 7 days a week from Easter to October for the small entrance fee of £3 which goes to charity.
A stunning and heart-warming gem of a place not to be missed.
A common waterbird in our region most of our larger ponds and lakes have them but they are quiet and unassuming and often overlooked, their trilling call often being the most obvious way, especially in the summer, to know they are about as they often hug the edges. This one was preoccupied with its breakfast and I was alone in the hide so I was able to get some decent shots
During the winter they are a pale brown colour but in the summer develop a dark red neck which is where the second part of the scientific name, ruficollis is derived from.
The genus name is from Ancient Greek takhus "fast" and bapto "to sink under". They certainly live up to that too, A wary and nervous bird quite often if they see you they disappear underwater and reappear some distance away.
This is the palest pink poinsettia I ever saw!
The tiny flowers in the middle of the pink star look like little mouths?
Euphorbia pulcherrima is a shrub or small tree, typically reaching a height of 0.6–4 metres (2 ft 0 in–13 ft 1 in).
The plant bears dark green dentate leaves that measure 7–16 centimetres (2.8–6.3 in) in length.
The coloured bracts —which are most often flaming red but can be orange, pale green, cream, pink, white, or marbled—are often mistaken for flower petals because of their groupings and colours, but are actually leaves.
At the same time, the plants require abundant light during the day for the brightest colour.[
The flowers of the poinsettia are unassuming and do not attract pollinators.
They are grouped within small yellow structures found in the center of each leaf bunch, and are called cyathia.
The poinsettia is native to Mexico.
It is now found in the wild in deciduous tropical forests at moderate elevations from southern Sinaloa down the entire Pacific coast of Mexico to Chiapas and Guatemala.
It is also found in the interior in the hot, seasonally dry forests of Guerrero, Oaxaca, and Chiapas.
May your w-e and the coming days be full of goodness and joy, Magda (*_*)
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If the unassuming Luss Hills just happened to be somewhere in England, they'd be National Park material. As it is, the vast majority of motorists speed past them in search of the Highlands 'proper'. A fine collection of airy ridges with a backdrop to die for.
Italy, Emilia Romagna, Bologna, Spring 2023
Bologna’s canals aren’t nearly as famous as Venice ones, possibly because many of them were covered, and later, roads and buildings were built over them, leaving most of these medieval channels hidden from view. In the 12th century, canals were built on the city’s major rivers and they were used for silk manufacturing and tobacco and flour trade. But across the centuries, as the economy changed, the major sections of the canal system were covered with roads, especially after the end of World War II. Today, it’s a well-known secret that best spot to see one of the few remaining sections of the historic canals is through the small “Canal Window” on Via Piella. From the unassuming street, you can peek out over a portion of Canale delle Moline, which was an uncovered part of the network, later flanked by houses and buildings obscuring it from view. The water flows between brightly colored houses on one side and the walls of an unpainted brick building on the other. It’s a quaint and picturesque sight, which is why for a “secret” window, Finestrella di Via Piella gets an awful lot of visitors.
The first real frost of the winter albeit fairly light and a bright sunny morning had me out for some bird photography around the village today.
I had followed a tractor yesterday which was busy cutting back the hedges and had left a lot of potential new perches for the birds which this dunnock had wasted no time using.
These are normally quiet unassuming little birds most of the time foraging around the hedges or ground all alone keeping themselves to themselves though in the breeding season the male has a beautiful short song which is a delight to hear.
I love visiting Red Rock Canyon in Las Vegas. The Calico Hills seem so unassuming from the visitor's center....and, even up close, it's hard to understand the scale...until, you realize that there are no less than seven people in this picture, and once you find them, you understand how massive this escarpment truly is. Red Rock Canyon, Las Vegas, Nevada, USA. Taken 2 Dec 2012.
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This serene photograph showcases the subtle charm of a wild rose, its petals a delicate pink kissed with hints of white, as if brushed by the soft light of dawn. The central bloom is open to the world, revealing a heart of golden stamens, a tiny sun within a sky of petals. The surrounding foliage, a rich tapestry of dark green, forms a natural backdrop that accentuates the gentle grace of the flower. The play of light and shadow adds a depth to the image, highlighting the rose's natural beauty and the tranquility of its garden home. This image is a celebration of the understated elegance that nature crafts every day, a quiet reminder of the simple, unassuming beauty that surrounds us.
"This fine-textured shrub is quite unassuming when not in flower, but in winter it really comes alive with its beautiful purple flowers, which go on for months. It belongs to the family Polemoniaceae." Native to Peru, but is widely cultivated in western North America. In this particular plant, I was taken as much by the speckled leaves as the beautiful blue flowers. It's like summer and winter combined.
I was just reading an article with the first sentences. "Have you ever wondered why there are so few blue flowers. When it comes to nature, blue is very rare. Less than 1 in 10 plants have blue flowers and far fewer animals are blue. So why is that? Part of the reason is that there isn't really a true blue colour or pigment in nature and both plants and animals have to perform tricks of the light to appear blue. Blue is a tough color to spot in nature because there is no naturally occurring blue compound to color things blue."
And the rareest of blues? Lapus Lazuli is a blue mineral so rare that in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance it was actually more valuable than gold.
I found the article when I was I was looking for an answer to why my favorite bird, the Blue Jay really isn't blue. The Absence of Blue Jay is just silly. Blue jays only appear blue due to the structure of their feathers, which distort the reflection of light.
Well, so much for my ever understand chemestry and physics. Of all the flowers I have posted in ten years, #1 is red, #2, is yellow, # 3 is a tie between orange and blue, #4 is white (the absence of color, and waaaay down the list with only three flowers is green. See below
I leave all of this, and I mean "all" to those who are interested and have a liftetime to study and who have easy graders if they have to take chemistry (or even art) in college.
Note, by the way, that there is actually a Flickr group dedicated to the blue flower!
Curves on the Albion Riverside Building ripple upward into an overcast sky. As this image is taken, a friend (Megumi) stands with me admiring the detailed shapeliness of this unassuming building that sits on the river’s edge.
Louis Armstrong’s "What a Wonderful World" captures the essence of tranquility and gratitude, blending seamlessly with the concepts of renewal and quiet introspection. The gentle melody carries a profound sense of wonder, inviting us to pause and fully embrace the beauty present in the here and now.
The song’s lyrics evoke a harmony between the external world and our internal reflections. "Trees of green, red roses too" speaks to the idea of noticing life’s simple, vibrant details, which often get lost in the busyness of daily life. As we pause in a moment of stillness, we allow ourselves to see these joys anew, much like rediscovering sunlight streaming through the window or the comfort of a well-loved space.
Armstrong’s words, paired with the soothing tempo, guide us to consider both the world around us and the connections within it. Whether contemplating personal growth, relationships, or even the passage of time, the song encourages us to reflect with a sense of gentle optimism. In doing so, we find renewal—not through grand gestures, but through the quiet recognition of life’s persistent and unassuming beauty.
This space of reflection, underscored by the warmth of "What a Wonderful World," is one where we truly reconnect with ourselves, feeling both grounded and inspired to move forward with greater appreciation and clarity.
This is the palest pink poinsettia I ever saw!
But personally, for the festive season definitely red!
Euphorbia pulcherrima is a shrub or small tree, typically reaching a height of 0.6–4 metres (2 ft 0 in–13 ft 1 in). The plant bears dark green dentate leaves that measure 7–16 centimetres (2.8–6.3 in) in length.
The coloured bracts —which are most often flaming red but can be orange, pale green, cream, pink, white, or marbled—are often mistaken for flower petals because of their groupings and colours, but are actually leaves.
The colours of the bracts are created through photoperiodism, meaning that they require darkness (12 hours at a time for at least five days in a row) to change colour.
At the same time, the plants require abundant light during the day for the brightest colour.
The flowers of the poinsettia are unassuming and do not attract pollinators. They are grouped within small yellow structures found in the centre of each leaf bunch, and are called cyathia.]
The poinsettia is native to Mexico.
It is now found in the wild in deciduous tropical forests at moderate elevations from southern Sinaloa down the entire Pacific coast of Mexico to Chiapas and Guatemala.
May the coming days be full of goodness and joy, Magda (*_*)
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An unassuming little flower with an unfortunate name from a visit to Horn Prairie in Illinois a few weeks back. This site includes 29 acres of untilled prairie on about 40 acres total, with a plant diversity that exceeds 600 species. It's a real jewel.
One of my attempts at the "Smile on Saturday" theme "a single drop"
Shot with a Meyer Optik "Primoplan 58 mm F 1.9" lens on a Canon EOS R5.
Taken from a bench which commemorates the life of Tim Whelpton, distinguished yachtsman and Olympian, who died in 2009. He famously built and crewed the twin hull Crossbow 2, which set speed records in the 1970s, culminating with a run of 41 mph in a force 8 gale off Portland Head in 1980. The yacht hire business still thrives, and many wonderful Broads sailing holidays start from this unassuming corrugated office building. Amazing dreams from humble beginnings.
This is an unassuming and hard-to-find little orchid that a friend introduced me to a few weeks back.
Ein schmaler Lichtstreifen fällt auf das Pflaster einer Gasse im 7. Bezirk.
Eine einzelne Gestalt geht hindurch – nicht im Mittelpunkt, aber wahrnehmbar.
An der hellen Wand steht ein Fahrrad, reglos.
Der Bildrahmen bleibt dunkel, das Zentrum still.
Die Szene zeigt keine Handlung im klassischen Sinn, und gerade das macht sie stark.
Es ist ein Ausschnitt aus dem städtischen Alltag – beiläufig, ruhig, unaufdringlich.
Alte Häuser, wenig Bewegung, viel Raum.
Eine kurze Unterbrechung im Rhythmus der Stadt.
Wien, wie es manchmal ist, wenn niemand hinschaut.
Englisch
A narrow strip of light falls across the cobblestones of a side street in Vienna’s 7th district.
A single figure walks through it – not central, but present.
A bicycle leans silently against a pale wall.
The frame remains dark, the center still.
There’s no event here in the usual sense, and that’s precisely what gives the image its weight.
It’s a fragment of everyday urban life – incidental, quiet, unassuming.
Old buildings, little motion, ample space.
A brief pause in the city’s rhythm.
Vienna, as it sometimes is when no one is looking.
Catching up on some back shots from the beginning of the year
Out and about with a wonderful Flickr friend. February 13, 2016 Christchurch New Zealand.
This piece of sculpture in Disraeli Street is named after a quote from Benjamin Disraeli “Is Man and ape or an angel? I, my lord, I am on the side of the angels”. The red rusty iron human figure is set alongside some similar cabbage tree sculptures, all along a somewhat unassuming semi-industrial street south of the CBD.
Artist Ian Lamont. Location: Disraeli Street, Sydenham
Reform Place is hidden away, in Perth, behind a very unassuming looking blue door. I would never have found it, had a very kind Australian gent not asked me to come and photograph it.
Reform Place was named after the Reform Act of the early 1800s. Perth had been a town of unrest beforehand, but after the act more housing was built, and Reform Place was one such street.
Please see my other Photographs of Perthshire at:
This is the palest pink poinsettia I ever saw!
The tiny flowers in the middle of the pink star look like little mouths?
Euphorbia pulcherrima is a shrub or small tree, typically reaching a height of 0.6–4 metres (2 ft 0 in–13 ft 1 in).
The plant bears dark green dentate leaves that measure 7–16 centimetres (2.8–6.3 in) in length.
The coloured bracts —which are most often flaming red but can be orange, pale green, cream, pink, white, or marbled—are often mistaken for flower petals because of their groupings and colours, but are actually leaves.
At the same time, the plants require abundant light during the day for the brightest colour.[
The flowers of the poinsettia are unassuming and do not attract pollinators.
They are grouped within small yellow structures found in the center of each leaf bunch, and are called cyathia.
The poinsettia is native to Mexico.
It is now found in the wild in deciduous tropical forests at moderate elevations from southern Sinaloa down the entire Pacific coast of Mexico to Chiapas and Guatemala.
It is also found in the interior in the hot, seasonally dry forests of Guerrero, Oaxaca, and Chiapas.
May your w-e and the coming days be full of goodness and joy, Magda (*_*)
For more: www.indigo2photography.com
IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved
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