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I tried to photograph this waterfall a little different than I normally would. Silky waterfalls are nice to look at, but that doesn't always convey the power of a waterfall.
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In the wild ,untamed green
Oh, what beauty, it is seen
Filling up my looking eyes
Underneath the cloudy skies
Where hidden by a cloak of green
The lakes beauty, can be seen
Struggling to now escape
From the wild chains, it cannot break
Underneath the spreading tree
That rises wild, untamed and free
By the side of the beautiful lake
Where passionate love , we do make
Under the skies of blue and white
As creation shines down bright
On the lake, that i now see
Rising wild, untamed and free
The untamed landscape coupled with dramatic change and unpredictable weather In the Lofoten Islands.
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🆔 Grallaricula lineifrons
©️ Naun Amable Silva
🌎 Manizales, Colombia
📅 March, 2020
📷 Canon 5D Mark IV - Canon 600mm
f/ 4.5 - 1/200 - iso 1600
Hard to say which bird was our favourite of the trip but this beauty is a definite candidate.
A tiny energetic fluff ball flitting about the lush undergrowth of the Colombian Andes. Not sure how long we got to spend with this individual as we lost track of time but enough to get several beautiful snaps.
We hope our clients are half as excited as we are to add this species to their gallery on their Untamed Birds of Colombia Expedition.
We also hope that Colombia finds peace and resolution soon in this difficult time.
“Please sit down Madam. The plane is about to take off!”
Well this was different. Someone didn’t seem to have got the message. You know, the one about staying in your seat and buckling up at the moment you're about to set off skyward. All of this was going on behind me and I didn't bother to look round to see who was causing the commotion. For all I knew the trouble maker was standing up to try and get a better signal so she could send her mates a selfie from the cabin.
A few moments later the captain's voice came over the intercom and he didn’t bother to disguise his irritation. “Everybody needs to sit down!” Everybody? Was there more than one of them now? Was someone having second thoughts at the last minute? “If I'm accelerating down the runway and you're standing up, you're going to have a terrible problem. Sit down!” He put a special emphasis on the last two words and repeated them twice. It was an interesting way to start the short flight to Dublin, and one I'd never experienced before. The captain always sounds so assured on an aircraft, but this one had evidently lost his aura of sangfroid. But at last it seemed the message had finally penetrated whoever's abnormally thick skull was holding us up and after a few more minutes, the plane raced along the runway. At this point, Ali and I always hold hands, just in case it's for the last time ever, but today I was travelling alone. I resisted the urge to reach across the empty middle seat and offer a clammy mitt to the young man hiding beneath the pair of enormous white headphones beside the aisle, and instead gazed out of the window as we headed out over the North Cornwall coast. There below was Newquay, with a series of well loved landmarks falling away to the west. Fistral, Crantock, West Pentire, Carter's Rocks, the Cow and the Calf, the bulky outline of St Agnes Beacon near home. All of my playgrounds. As we climbed through the clouds I started to think about the new playgrounds where I'd be spending my time in just a few more days from now. The seat belt signs were switched off and a disorderly queue for the toilets formed within seconds. Boarding had only been delayed by twenty minutes but that was plenty enough time for a number of passengers to swallow another pint of Guinness in the departure lounge before making their way to the gate.
Dublin is a place where a lot of people like to go for the craic, and today, a Friday afternoon, was no exception. There were at least two groups of young men as far as I could tell, and because a certain airline likes to charge extra for passengers to choose their seats, they weren't all sitting together. Just behind me, two guys in their early twenties, who I soon realised were complete strangers, struck up a conversation, and it was impossible not to listen to every word they said. One was from my old home town in Falmouth, the other from a village just a couple of miles from where I live now. The latter was on the first instalment of a double beano weekend. Dublin today, Amsterdam next Friday. He was very excited about it all. Party cities. I needed to have a lie down just thinking about it. Come to mention it, the last time I had a bit too much of the falling down nectar was in Amsterdam in the summer of 2018. I met up with a local photographer who had been hiking in Scotland at the same time as ourselves a few months beforehand, and it soon turned out that neither of us were really drinkers. After we'd taken a few photos around the city centre together we had some beer. Quite a lot of it actually. It's not often I'm singing “Love Really Hurts Without You” at the top of my voice at half past midnight on a tube station concourse. I was a bit delicate at breakfast the next morning.
The cabin crew began the in-flight service. At the same time, the pilot decided to make what may have been an important announcement, but I didn't hear a word of it, such was the clamour among the first five rows to part with six euros for a small can of lager. As you've just learned, I like a beer myself, but I can manage without any for the duration of a one hour flight, you know. Unless I'm in Amsterdam. One of the two young fellows behind me went from announcing he wouldn't be having a beer until he was in Dublin, to ordering three cans in a heartbeat. Although one of them was for his new friend. I thought that was rather nice.
The thing with these short flights is that not long after the noise from the engines changes and you're cruising away towards your destination at maximum altitude, the steady thrum loses an octave once more as you begin to descend. Maybe that's what the captain was trying to tell us. Maybe he was making sure the lady who'd caused some bother earlier was going to behave this time. Or maybe he was putting in an order for a can of Moretti too. Perhaps he needed something to steady his nerves after the earlier incident. For a while we floated beneath the azure sky above a white sea of cotton clouds, before plunging through them and back into the greys, sea blues and greens of autumn in Northern Europe. Below us lay the famous city, pierced down the middle by the River Liffey, the darker colours splashed with patches of weak yellow light that promised much for the adventure to come. To the south stood the Wicklow Mountains, stoical and silent, already receding into the darkening purple hinterland of a November afternoon. Ireland was calling, just as it always has done.
For many on board, Dublin was the end of the journey, those groups of young party people reforming on the ground and racing for the exit and the buses into the city. I had much further to go. Tonight I'd be three hours south of the capital in Cork, where my long since departed Grandad was born at the start of the last century, and where much of the family still lives. A few days spending precious time with loved ones who I hadn't seen for far too long, sharing stories and drinking endless cups of tea. And then later, after I could take no more tea I'd be here, sitting alone on a distant headland in the far west, much like I so often do at home. So familiar, yet so new to me. So wild and untamed in this extraordinary remote peninsula at the edge of the world where Europe finally gives way to the vast and unforgiving Atlantic Ocean. To come to a place such as this was worth every inch of the journey.
🆔 Acorn Woodpecker - Melanerpes formicivorus
©️ Naun Amable Silva
🌎 Valle del Cauca, Colombia
📅 March, 2020
📷 Canon 5D Mark IV - Canon 600mm
f/ 5.6 - 1/200 - iso 640
Untamed Birds of Colombia Expeditions
Colombia is the only South American country where this woodpecker can be found, and we had several chances to see and photograph them at a some of the sites on our Birds of Colombia Expedition.
Starting in Valle de Cauca around the city of Cali, we visit multiple sites specifically chosen for the birds that can be found and the photographic opportunities the sites provide. We then travel north, making stops at select sites, eventually spending several days around the incredibly diverse area of Manizales, Caldas.
While this trip only explores a small part of the worlds most bird diverse country, it is chock a block with with special species including Colombian endemics and other rare species!
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We have a scouting trip planned later this year to explore yet more of Colombia and find more top bird photography sites.
So stay tuned!
Resplendent Quetzal
Pharomachrus mocinno
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She was a warrior in her own land and marked by the gods. She never lost the sense of wildness that marked her out and made her unique. Others might think they could control her, but she alone was the mistress of her soul.
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After leaving Death Valley at sundown came upon a herd of wild horses, awesome to see in the wild......... This young filly was getting a little curious as she was grazing near some Creosote Bush.
Its always nice to come across wild roses in the hedgerows.
In the UK they are often called the dog rose.
Not very flattering for something so pretty?
Pentax K-3 mk lll
SMC Pentax-DA* 200mm f2.8 ED [IF] SDM
Horses,amazing sky,mountains,fjords and all this in the midnight sunset is an amazing experiance.
This is the untamed nature of Iceland.
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I saw this young lady at sunset along the Rhine. For a split second she was both stranger and story: a kind face beneath the edge of rebellion, framed in the evening light of Cologne, Germany.
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The berserkers were fierce Viking warriors who fought in a trance-like fury, seemingly immune to pain or fear.
They wore animal pelts—often bear or wolf skins—to channel the spirit of the beast in battle.
Their name comes from “ber-serkr,” meaning “bear-shirt,” symbolizing their wild strength.
Berserkers were both feared and revered, believed to possess supernatural power from the gods.
In time, their frenzied fighting became legendary, embodying the raw, untamed spirit of the Viking Age.
Picture from a Viking market in 2007. Worked on in PS and finished in ChatGPT.
I was fortunate enough to have some very cooperative conditions during my recent visit to Southern Chile! This was the best of 6 mornings I spent in the area. The worst of the 6 was the more typical weather of the area - sideways rain and 50 MPH winds.
The famous Cuernos del Paine reflect in Pehoe Lake in a colorful autumn sunrise in Torres Del Paine National Park in the Patagonia region of Chile. During late autumn, foliage on the southern beech trees here changes to shades of red, orange, and brown.
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An unrestrained dog harassing wildlife - a NZ fur seal. This is totally illegal and subject to large fines. There is also a real risk that the dog if bitten will die of infection. Irresponsible owner.
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Crescent-faced Antpitta
(Grallaricula lineifrons)
Doesn't get much better than this. A beautiful little bird perched on a beautiful mossy branch in beautiful light. And for more than just a few seconds so time for plenty of photos and even to readjust settings and angle for even better photos!
Naun Amable Silva
Canon EOS 5D Mark IV - 600mm
Caldas, Colombia - March 2020