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This monarch visited the garden at the farm while I was tending to the animals. I only managed a few shots before she flew away.
This shot is from one of the first times we ventured out for an overnight trip in the earlier days of the pandemic.
Heute gehts wieder zurück nach Rothenburg ob der Tauber. Das Spitaltor stadteinwärts. Ich wenn man bei Langzeitbelichtungen die Blende recht klein wählt und etwas Bearbeitung ins Bild steckt, macht es den Eindruck, es wäre einer 3D-Software entsprungen. Mag nicht jedermanns Geschmack treffen, ich finde es aber recht spannend.
Foto und Bea: www.waahnsinnsgestaltungen.de
Despite of some Orca sightings in Vancouver harbor this year I unfortunately did not have this luck on my birthday's whale watching tour. So I had to put 2 photos from this day together to make my wish come true. Not with help of AI, good old manual editing work. I thought for a long time whether I should even post it...now you know my decision
Un joli rouge-queue vient très souvent se poser à cet endroit, où sur le sol de la terrasse.
Mais sa place préférée est sur le toit d'en face pour pépiller et sautiller de joie le soir venu.
Peut-être le fait-il également le matin...
...while I was taking pictures of her, one guy at first just saw the back of her head, and he asked me if I made falconers' caps! LOL...then he saw Holly, and said OH! He thought that her helmet was something else! :D
Regierungsviertel
Als Berliner Regierungsviertel bezeichnet man das Gebiet, in dem die wichtigsten Institutionen der Exekutive (Bundesregierung) sowie der Legislative (Deutscher Bundestag) ihren Hauptsitz haben. Im Kern des "politischen Zentrums" der Hauptstadt liegen das Reichstagsgebäude, in dem der Deutsche Bundestag seinen Sitz hat, und das Band des Bundes im Spreebogen mit Bundeskanzleramt sowie den Abgeordnetenbüros und Sitzungssälen des Bundestages im Paul-Löbe-Haus und im Marie-Elisabeth-Lüders-Haus.
Visited Masonic Lodge (Freemasons) at their Open house day. Two members asked if they could take a portrait of me at the stairs. Once that was done they suggested to take one for me too, so I let him use my camera.
Trondheim, Norway.
Ein überraschender Besuch (Katze von einem Nachbarn) vor dem Küchenfenster, leider, jetzt weiß ich warum das Vogelhaus so schlecht besucht ist und die Eichkätzchen schon lange nicht da waren !!
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A surprise visit (a neighbor's cat) in front of the kitchen window, unfortunately, now I know why the bird house is so poorly attended and the squirrels haven't been there for a long time!!
Our last day in Hawaii, we drove around and found ourselves near Sea Life Park and Makapu'u Point. Not one to waste an opportunity, I grabbed my camera to capture a quick image of the light house over the cliffs. What I got was a gentleman paragliding. I noticed him off to the side, but it never occurred to me that he was getting ready to launch himself into my photo. I'm so glad he did. Now that there is a paraglider in the photo it just feels like a magazine cover for a travel magazine that is beckoning you to visit the island of Oahu.
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Santillana del Mar. Cantabria.Spain.
Se encuentra en la costa occidental de Cantabria, comarca de la que es su extremo este.
La villa fue declarada conjunto histórico-artístico en 1889.3 En sus inmediaciones se encuentra la cueva de Altamira, protegida como Patrimonio de la Humanidad. Es uno de los pueblos más turísticos y más visitados de Cantabria, siendo una parada imprescindible para los turistas que visitan la región. Esto ha hecho que gran parte de los habitantes del municipio vivan de la actividad turística, especialmente de la hostelería, los alojamientos rurales y las tiendas de productos típicos.
Desde julio de 2013, Santillana del Mar forma parte de la red Los pueblos más bonitos de España. (Fuente Wikipedia)
Each time I take our 5 pound Yorkie out, he goes to the storm drain at the end of our street. This is what I think he is smelling. Around two o-clock this fox walked down our street and laid down in front of the storm drain and yawned. The sun was warm and he looked tired. When I came out with the 200-400mm lens he got up and wondered if I was going to come after him. No need he was only 150 feet away.
My local wetland is often visited by Pelicans at this time of year. The water levels however, are rather low so this one seemed to find wading necessary rather than floating on the water. Happy Wing Wednesday
We visited this extraordinary archaeological site which was once the most northern Roman fortress at the edge of the Roman Empire in Dacia, nowadays Romania. We walked on the Roman road which once connected Porolissum castrum with other Roman cities (Napoca, Apulum, Ulpia Traiana Sarmizegetusa), crossed the Danube at Drobeta and continued all the way to Rome.
See below some details about the site from Wikipedia.
"Porolissum was an ancient Roman city in Dacia. Established as a military camp in 106 during Trajan's Dacian Wars, the city quickly grew through trade with the native Dacians and became the capital of the province Dacia Porolissensis in 124. The site is one of the largest and best-preserved archaeological sites in modern-day Romania, 8 km away from Zalău, Sălaj County.
Even though the city was founded as a military center in the middle of a war, the garrison of Porolissum seems to have lived in peaceful coexistence with their Dacian neighbours - several Dacian villages that were apparently founded after the city of Porolissum have been uncovered by archaeologists on the surrounding hills. There are also some inscriptions mentioning city officials with Romano-Dacian names, indicating close cooperation on a political level.
The excavations by a number of teams are ongoing and have uncovered remnants of both the military installations and the civilian city, including public baths, a customs house, a temple to Liber Pater, an amphitheatre, insula consisting of four buildings and a number of houses. The main gate (Porta Praetoria) of the stone fortress has been rebuilt." (Wikipedia)
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A visit to Oneonta Gorge will not disappoint. This was by far my favorite place in the Pacific North West. The Columbia River Gorge has many waterfalls, but the trek through water to get to Oneonta Falls was a very cool experience. Hope you enjoy!
The passing of another year beckons me to look back over the decades at the places, events, and moments that quietly shaped my life.
For those of us on the downward slope of life, certain memories have the power to pull us suddenly backward, plunging us into earlier chapters of our story. Many of those scenes are anchored by our parents and the siblings who shared those days with us.
At my age, the sight of an old, isolated farmhouse wrapped in the depths of winter stirs something deep inside me. Younger folks might drive past a place like this and see only something primitive or outdated. They may even wonder who the unlucky people were who grew up in such a place.
What first caught my eye in this photograph was the elevated green fuel-oil barrel leaning against the house like an elderly widow leaning on a shopping cart for balance. We had one just like it, and it was the source of more than a few moments of wintertime chaos and worry in our home.
On some January mornings, we would wake to sub-zero temperatures, frost feathering the windows, and no warmth rising up the stairs from the oil burner on the main floor. The cold outside had dropped so low that the fuel oil flowing from the green barrel had begun to crystallize.
Mom’s frantic cry would wake Dad, and he’d quickly bundle up while she heated water on the wood-burning stove. Soon enough, he’d be outside in the bitter cold, pouring hot water over the copper pipe that carried oil into the house. Sometimes it worked the first time. More often, it took at least one more baptism of hot water before the fuel oil slowly began to flow again and warmth took up residence in our house.
Those early years together as a family slipped by quickly. Before we knew it, our tribe had scattered, each of us leaving home to make our own fortunes and our own mistakes. No matter where we landed, though, there was always a heartfelt siren song that called us back several times a year. Family gatherings became a lifeline, keeping us connected through the births of children, their school triumphs, and the unfolding details of one another’s lives.
But while those years brimmed with promise for us kids, other changes were quietly taking shape. On our occasional visits, we began to notice that Dad’s ability to keep up with house repairs had slowed. So, too, had Mom and Dad themselves.
All of us came to understand that something fundamental had shifted. We were no longer sheltered under their protection. Instead, we found ourselves holding their arms as they navigated the steps, steadying them as their gait grew uncertain and their sharpness began to fade.
Even as circumstances changed forever, the pull of that old home place remained strong. That was where we had once raced through rooms and fields, where we laid the foundation of our lives.
Yet, our last visits to that home carried a different weight. They were not quite as light-hearted, for we realized that our parents’ days were drawing to a close.
(Photographed in Isanti County, MN)
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