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Her secret lair in the yard, from whence she assembles her schemes. It was always more or less green until the record-breaking heat wave at the end of June that crisped them. It was stealthier by far when the ferns were healthy and springing back after she passed through - the round 'doorway' is new. Some of the Sword Fern is still green - it should grow back fairly quickly when the blessed rain returns. Happy Caturday 21 August 2021, "Antics and Mischief."
This is how it begins,
Open your heart and let the light shine through.
It's so easy to do,
Just close your eyes,
And feel the love arond you.
You've just got to believe,
What a waste of a life,
What a waste of our time.
Yes, in you I believe.
Oh we're gonna change the world.
-dave davies-
“Force never moves in a straight line, but always in a curve vast as the universe, and therefore eventually returns whence it issued forth, but upon a higher arc, for the universe has progressed since it started.”
Kabbalah
Distant view of the Golden Gate Bridge from China Beach.
San Francisco, California.
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Thin ice sheets, formed and fractured in earlier onsets of cold, are now but a windswept surface artifact on thick ice forged strong in the deep winter chill at Abraham Lake, near Banff National Park, Alberta, Canada.
Among the endless frozen wonders at Abraham Lake were these large areas where the embedded remnants of old shattered ice patterned the surface in discordant but interesting ways. Less celebrated than the methane bubbles (some of which can be seen here in the spaces between) for which Abraham Lake is most well known among photographers, I thought these haphazard fractured icescapes merited a little attention nevertheless, especially with a bit of sunrise orange light on the scene.
With or without a camera, time wandering far out on these vast frozen lakes is a wondrous sensory adventure. The ice itself is an endless web of cracks of varying forms and beneath the ice appears an obsidian abyss. But the experience is much more than visual. I've discussed the wind's vigor in prior posts, but when the wind lulls for a bit, you cannot help but hear (and almost feel) the ice sheet groaning and cracking in sharp reports, low bass rumbles, and then higher pitched "bolts" of sounds that would seem to originate off to one side and then shoot right by me before fading into the distance opposite from whence it came. This particular sound reminded me of the tones some old science fiction movies once used to accompany laser blasts. Hard to describe, but an amazing and sometimes unnerving encounter, especially after sunset, when the ice seemed to creak even more vigorously as the temperature plummeted with the darkening night.
When I approached areas of ice like this, I always found myself treading more carefully despite the many other visual confirmations that the ice was very deep and solid beneath the superficial broken pieces. Not unreasonable, I figured, since the cost of a mistake in this winter wonderland likely could be dire.
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June 12, 2011
"It is an interesting biological fact that all of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea---whether it is to sail or to watch it---we are going back from whence we came." - John F. Kennedy
Happy Sliders Sunday~
Scavenger Hunt 101 ~ #20 beach
Thank you so much for all the views, faves and comments... This was taken at Heathers Beach, Port Howe Nova Scotia~ home~
When sickness strikes it's blows
so, so mellow-cum-dramatic
on unsuspecting inner souls
we are laid bare by such depose
whence it came thou shall lay
for the love in sunlit frost sparkles
still, until, ice forms the winter dub
in harmony for negativity to fade away
into misty plumes and protracted freshness
of air, of space, and freedom flowing in fact
a new world prospers in the ice garden
if only we could see through our own abstractedness
our psyche has in itself absolutely
no limitations whatsoever, from sample to example
be they talismanic or unreservedly retiring
each possesses instincts learned so acutely
tonight study your other self as you wish to face it
light up within and illuminate all that is without
bless your principles with the cleansing of winter air
shadow and reflect on the nature you wish to transmit
by anglia24
17h00: 19/12/2007
© 2007anglia24
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It was grown from seeds and after two springs, she has finally bloomed! :D
"O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,-- Nature's observatory--whence the dell, In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep 'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell." - John Keats
I recently heard that these famous Copper Basin ore haulage trains, the last of their kind in the nation, are no more. Its uncertain if they'll ever return so let's look back to a fabulous three day trip I took to copper country not all that many years ago.
The first loaded unit ore train of the day from Ray Mine to Hayden is eastbound on the Copper Basin Railway mainline exiting the 150 ft long Tunnel 2 just east of Ray Junction. The SP owned the 54 mile branch from Magma Jct. (on the Phoenix Line main) to Winkelman from 1907 until 1986. Although, interestingly, the line built between 1902-1904 as the Phoenix and Eastern was leased to the Santa Fe for its first three years.
In mid 1986 the SP sold the Winkelman branch to Kennecott Copper which immediately turned around and sold it along with their 7 mile private mine haul railroad from Ray mine to Ray Jct. and their branch from Hayden Jct. up to the Hayden smelter to create the CBRY. Later that same year Kennecott turned around and sold their Ray mine and all Hayden operations to ASARCO, operator of the original 1912 smelter in Hayden. Independent for its first 20 yrs, the CBRY was purchased by ASARCO (virtually its sole reason for existence now) in 2006.
Leading the train is GP39-2 501 that was built new for Kennecott Copper in Oct 1978 as #791 with a high cab and raised fuel tank for visibility and clearance in the Bingham Canyon Mine in Utah.
In the upper left corner of the image can be seen the unique profile of 4485 ft Teapot Mountain about 8 miles distant. Just in front of that mountain is the open pit of Ray Mine from whence this ore train originated.
Pinal County, Arizona
Sunday October 18, 2015
Back around the clocking of the millenniometer, I saw similar-but-better picture to this in a Trains magazine and, despite having little interest in steam trains, thought it might be neat to visit this location where such beasts still roamed the mainline.
Despite being in China occasionally for work, it was only upon hearing that the changeover to diesels was imminent that I managed to tack a few days onto one of those trips to see it for myself.
The panting, breathing monsters made quite an impression on me in this cold, windy and remote corner of Inner Mongolia where donkey carts manned by the inhabitants of tiny villages sustained by subsistence farming might surreally be passed on the road by a BMW from one of the big cities.
I was with a handful of German and British folks (who are down by the locos just out of shot-left), but I wanted to explore up here and take this shot. Unfortunately the ever-present wind blew heavy smoke across the scene as the train curved around, clearing only as the QJ locos stepped off the elegant SiMingYi viaduct on their way uphill.
Having come through the cutting above the village at right a few minutes ago, soon the train will present itself in another classic shot just beneath me on the third level of the Wassen-like western pass climb.
Jingpeng Pass, China, November 2004
With all your science can you tell
how it is,
and whence it is,
that light comes into the soul?
thoreau
My garden this morning....
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Where did you come from baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.
Where did you get your eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.
What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.
Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by.
What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than anyone knows.
Whence that three-corner'd smile of bliss?
Three angels at once gave me a kiss.
Where did you get this pearly ear.
God spoke, and it came out to hear.
Where did you get those arms and hands?
Love made itself into hooks and bands.
Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherubs' wings.
How did they all come just to be you?
God thought of me, and so I grew.
But how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought of you and so I'm here.
whence dueling hummingbirds surge, emerald, intense, almost angry.
Taken from my parents' deck in the Smokies. So different from our woods.
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(...) Like a fresh sacrifice; or, if i can bear
The o’erwhelming sweets, ’twill bring me to the fair
Visions of all places: a bowery nook
Will be Elysium - an eternal book
Whence i may copy many a lovely saying
About the leaves, and flowers - about the playing
Of nymphs in woods, and fountains; and the shade
Keeping a silence round a sleeping maid;
And many a verse from so strange influence
That we must ever wonder how, and whence
It came. Also imaginings will hover
Round my fire-side, and haply there discover
Vistas of solemn beauty, where i’d wander
In happy silence, like the clear meander
Through its lone vales; and where i found a spot
Of awfuller shade, or an enchanted grot,
Or a green hill o’erspread with chequered dress
Of flowers, and fearful from its loveliness,
Write on my tablets all that was permitted,
All that was for our human senses fitted.
Then the events of this wide world i’d seize
Like a strong giant, and my spirit teaze
Till at its shoulders it should proudly see
Wings to find out an immortality.
(JOHN KEATS)
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Ceci est pour vous, CHRISTINE
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Menton, nicknamed the Pearl of France, is located on the Mediterranean Sea at the Franco-Italian border, just across from the Ligurian town of Ventimiglia. It boasts a warm micro-climate favorable to lemon, tangerine, and orange groves whence one of the town's symbols, the lemon.
... (Wikipedia)
on a summer's evening. The strange objects appeared in the sky over the small town of St. Thomas, Ontario. No one knew whence they had come. No one knew what-or who they were. No one dared speculate the meaning of these strange devices in the sky. One man-one man alone knew. But the secret was too dark, too horrifying to consider sharing. He knew he must take this most horrible secret to the grave with him. He must NEVER reveal the truth. No one, especially the military industrial complex must be privy to the knowledge that he possessed. Ahhhh, screw that-they were
clouds.
Another evening on the elevated park. And, an interesting evening it was. lol
This Sharp-shinned Hawk perched where it could observe the bird feeders in in our neighbour's yard. In 45secs from whence I noticed it from our kitchen window, til the time it flew away, I had to grab my camera from the table, take a memory card from my 2nd camera to install in my main camera combo, run to the bedroom window and manage 5 shots that included this 1st shot and a few others with its back & tail to me. Then OFF it went in the opposite direction behind trees. Because of its relative small size, I'd think it would have to be a male. I also believe from colourings, it is a first year adult plumage (and eye).
But it was ruined by Ant and Dec. We were going North, further North than usual, but to the back of beyond from whence I came. In recent times I had become aware of this place, way off the beaten track. I saw that our planned route would take us reasonably close, with a little diversion, I had hoped my wife wouldn't notice. And I couldn't see when I would next get a better chance to visit it. It's the Pink House on Loch Glass. Abandonning my wife at the white steel gates (I think you are still allowed to do that) I set off eagerly down the forest track with Effie. It was a bit of a race against time, as wife was simmering gently as I told her I reckoned I would be away for an hour. But I really wanted to grab this shot, the pink House so photogenic against heavy grey clouds. I had no clue what I would find, but eventually, way down the track, as the tall pines thinned I got my first view of the loch and the house at its side. But, shock horror, what was going on? Fluorescent Ambulances, or Police cars, RIB's on the water, yurts, cherry pickers and loads of cars and pick ups. Had there been a murder in this most remote location? The commotion around the house was ruining my shot, and as it turned out the only lens I had taken was way too short. But the security guard in a trackside shelter prevented me from going closer or finding out what was going on. But under fierce interrogation he let go a few vital clues: filming for the Traitors TV series. Had I known in advance I wouldn't have walked all that way (I've done a lot of cloning) and my wife might have taken the bag off her face for the rest of our drive north.
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From sheltered berth embarks the maiden sail
With harbored spirit innocent and frail.
As windward breath uplifts the halcyon veil,
Alluring barques enrapture seafare's tale.
Whence haven's port casts sanctity aside,
Presumptuous youth cavorts a vernal tide.
E'er wanderlust capricious hearts abide,
The sea's unyielding sovereignty defied.
Full mainsails prance midsummer's vast blue-green,
Beguiling wanton ventures unforeseen.
Felicity the guide as sloops careen
Through maelstroms in waters once serene.
Blithe wisdom falls; the robust tumults wane.
Intrepid sails eye placid shores again.
Now learned navigators ne'er to feign,
As fore 'n' aft, great journeys yet remain.
Hibernal mariner with white-capped lore
Of raging tempests in those days of yore,
Aye, come about to tranquil deep before
That beck, "Red-Right-Return" forever moor.
Waft every crest upon your destined sea.
Embrace the Wave of Serendipity,
Lest its elusive arcane ecstasy
Refurl with sail for all eternity.
By: Nancy Ness
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Have a GREAT day my friends!!!
We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch...we are going back from whence we came. -- John F. Kennedy
This image is dedicated to my sweet flickr friend Simply Hue who left me a lovely testimonial several weeks ago. The colors in this photo were quite close to her signature color before I started playing around with textures in Photoshop. Take a look at Vicki's charming images, it's well worth the visit.
This barn although not so old is a sign of the times. Small family farms are a relic of the past and many barns are left to the rigors of the elements and will eventually succumb, returning back from whence they came.
Gananoque, ON Canada
In the sweat of your face you shall eat bread Till you return to the ground, For out of it you were taken; For dust you are, And to dust you shall return.”
Gen 3:19
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The Frog King, or Iron Henry
In olden times when wishing still helped one, there lived a king whose daughters were all beautiful, but the youngest was so beautiful that the sun itself, which has seen so much, was astonished whenever it shone in her face. Close by the king's castle lay a great dark forest, and under an old lime-tree in the forest was a well, and when the day was very warm, the king's child went out into the forest and sat down by the side of the cool fountain, and when she was bored she took a golden ball, and threw it up on high and caught it, and this ball was her favorite plaything.
Now it so happened that on one occasion the princess's golden ball did not fall into the little hand which she was holding up for it, but on to the ground beyond, and rolled straight into the water. The king's daughter followed it with her eyes, but it vanished, and the well was deep, so deep that the bottom could not be seen. At this she began to cry, and cried louder and louder, and could not be comforted. And as she thus lamented someone said to her, "What ails you, king's daughter? You weep so that even a stone would show pity."
She looked round to the side from whence the voice came, and saw a frog stretching forth its big, ugly head from the water. "Ah, old water-splasher, is it you," she said, "I am weeping for my golden ball, which has fallen into the well." "Be quiet, and do not weep," answered the frog, "I can help you, but what will you give me if I bring your plaything up again?" "Whatever you will have, dear frog," said she, "My clothes, my pearls and jewels, and even the golden crown which I am wearing." The frog answered, "I do not care for your clothes, your pearls and jewels, nor for your golden crown, but if you will love me and let me be your companion and play-fellow, and sit by you at your little table, and eat off your little golden plate, and drink out of your little cup, and sleep in your little bed - if you will promise me this I will go down below, and bring you your golden ball up again."
"Oh yes," said she, "I promise you all you wish, if you will but bring me my ball back again." But she thought, "How the silly frog does talk. All he does is to sit in the water with the other frogs, and croak. He can be no companion to any human being."
But the frog when he had received this promise, put his head into the water and sank down; and in a short while came swimmming up again with the ball in his mouth, and threw it on the grass. The king's daughter was delighted to see her pretty plaything once more, and picked it up, and ran away with it. "Wait, wait," said the frog. "Take me with you. I can't run as you can." But what did it avail him to scream his croak, croak, after her, as loudly as he could. She did not listen to it, but ran home and soon forgot the poor frog, who was forced to go back into his well again.
The next day when she had seated herself at table with the king and all the courtiers, and was eating from her little golden plate, something came creeping splish splash, splish splash, up the marble staircase, and when it had got to the top, it knocked at the door and cried, "Princess, youngest princess, open the door for me." She ran to see who was outside, but when she opened the door, there sat the frog in front of it. Then she slammed the door to, in great haste, sat down to dinner again, and was quite frightened. The king saw plainly that her heart was beating violently, and said, "My child, what are you so afraid of? Is there perchance a giant outside who wants to carry you away?" "Ah, no," replied she. "It is no giant but a disgusting frog."
"What does a frog want with you?" "Ah, dear father, yesterday as I was in the forest sitting by the well, playing, my golden ball fell into the water. And because I cried so, the frog brought it out again for me, and because he so insisted, I promised him he should be my companion, but I never thought he would be able to come out of his water. And now he is outside there, and wants to come in to me."
In the meantime it knocked a second time, and cried, "Princess, youngest princess, open the door for me, do you not know what you said to me yesterday by the cool waters of the well. Princess, youngest princess, open the door for me."
Then said the king, "That which you have promised must you perform. Go and let him in." She went and opened the door, and the frog hopped in and followed her, step by step, to her chair. There he sat and cried, "Lift me up beside you." She delayed, until at last the king commanded her to do it. Once the frog was on the chair he wanted to be on the table, and when he was on the table he said, "Now, push your little golden plate nearer to me that we may eat together." She did this, but it was easy to see that she did not do it willingly. The frog enjoyed what he ate, but almost every mouthful she took choked her. At length he said, "I have eaten and am satisfied, now I am tired, carry me into your little room and make your little silken bed ready, and we will both lie down and go to sleep."
The king's daughter began to cry, for she was afraid of the cold frog which she did not like to touch, and which was now to sleep in her pretty, clean little bed. But the king grew angry and said, "He who helped you when you were in trouble ought not afterwards to be despised by you." So she took hold of the frog with two fingers, carried him upstairs, and put him in a corner, but when she was in bed he crept to her and said, "I am tired, I want to sleep as well as you, lift me up or I will tell your father." At this she was terribly angry, and took him up and threw him with all her might against the wall. "Now, will you be quiet, odious frog," said she. But when he fell down he was no frog but a king's son with kind and beautiful eyes. He by her father's will was now her dear companion and husband. Then he told her how he had been bewitched by a wicked witch, and how no one could have delivered him from the well but herself, and that to-morrow they would go together into his kingdom.
Then they went to sleep, and next morning when the sun awoke them, a carriage came driving up with eight white horses, which had white ostrich feathers on their heads, and were harnessed with golden chains, and behind stood the young king's servant Faithful Henry. Faithful Henry had been so unhappy when his master was changed into a frog, that he had caused three iron bands to be laid round his heart, lest it should burst with grief and sadness. The carriage was to conduct the young king into his kingdom. Faithful Henry helped them both in, and placed himself behind again, and was full of joy because of this deliverance. And when they had driven a part of the way the king's son heard a cracking behind him as if something had broken. So he turned round and cried, "Henry, the carriage is breaking." "No, master, it is not the carriage. It is a band from my heart, which was put there in my great pain when you were a frog and imprisoned in the well." Again and once again while they were on their way something cracked, and each time the king's son thought the carriage was breaking, but it was only the bands which were springing from the heart of Faithful Henry because his master was set free and was happy.
--The End--
or the "Happy End" :)
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|| Source: The Frog King || Grimms's Fairy Tales ||
I came in from the garden and went into the conservatory to collect a box of hay. I leant over and an oak bush cricket jumped off my hair onto the window sill. That was very exciting for me especially as it was the only one I'd seen all summer. In a normal year I would see at least three. Naturally I wanted to get a snap of this beauty and the window ledge I would describe as uninteresting. I looked around and found a bunch of colourful dried strawflowers which had been waiting to be arranged in a vase for months. I offered these to the cricket and low and behold, it immediately jumped right into the centre of one of the flowers. I could swear it had a look of satisfaction on its face as if it was glad to have found something a bit less conspicuous than a window ledge. Once I got my snaps I then took it outside on its floral carriage and offered it a chance to jump back into the oak tree from whence it came. It took that chance without hesitation.
A handsome trio of EMDs send smoke skyward in response to an engineer's hand, which sends a jackrabbit sprinting across a gravel North Dakota road. This Dakota, Missouri Valley & Western train is closing in on the CP interchange at Max, from whence it will turn out during the overnight hours.
Mountain gorses, ever-golden,
Cankered not the whole year long!
Do ye teach us to be strong,
Howsoever pricked and holden
Like your thorny blooms, and so
Trodden on by rain and snow,
Up the hill-side of this life, as bleak as where ye grow?
Mountain blossoms, shining blossoms,
Do ye teach us to be glad
When no summer can be had,
Blooming in our inward bosoms?
Ye, whom God preserveth still,
Set as lights upon a hill,
Tokens to the wintry earth that Beauty liveth still!
Mountain gorses, do ye teach us
From that academic chair
Canopied with azure air,
That the wisest word man reaches
Is the humblest he can speak?
Ye, who live on mountain peak,
Yet live low along the ground, beside the grasses meek!
Mountain gorses, since Linnæus
Knelt beside you on the sod,
For your beauty thanking God,—
For your teaching, ye should see us
Bowing in prostration new!
Whence arisen,—if one or two
Drops be on our cheeks—O world, they are not tears but dew.
(Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1841)
“I really don't know why it is that all of us are so committed to the sea, except I think it's because in addition to the fact that the sea changes, and the light changes, and ships change, it's because we all came from the sea. And it is an interesting biological fact that all of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea - whether it is to sail or to watch it - we are going back from whence we came.
[Remarks at the Dinner for the America's Cup Crews, September 14 1962]”
― John F. Kennedy
This is a sunrise from my third and last session at Milano Marittima - the one that taught me that even a clean sky can still offer a photogenic sunrise.
I captured this scene at the Canalino of Cervia (= the little canal of Cervia). It is a peculiar canal, since it flows in contrary motion: indeed, it has been built to feed sea water into the saltpans of Cervia (see my Reflections from the past for basic information about them). Where the canal meets the sea there are banks protruding into the sea. At the end of the other bank there is a steel sculpture of the Madonna of the Sea by the architect Alessandro Savelli (2009).
There was a company of guys and girls sitting on the rocks behind my back who were watching the sunrise after a long white night - if you concentrate enough you should be able to hear their soft chattering - and a quiet couple were cuddling at the base of the sculpture. To be honest I tried to clone them out, albeit with unsatisfactory results - the curvy lines of the sculpture in the background were too messed up. At last I decided to leave them in the frame, hoping that they keep cherishing the memory of that moment, unaware that I have captured them with my wide Samyang 14 mm, making their tender moment last along with the magic of dawn.
The sea and the sky were pretty uneventful, bordering on the boring side, but dawn has (more than) a few strings to her bow to help enlivening the most boring scene, so… there it is, I hope that you like it - that it can arouse positive feelings.
Contrary to my habit, this is not an exposure bracket: I decided to try the image averaging technique: 25 identical photos stacked and averaged. In itself this technique is not fun at all: just shoot a bulk of identical photos, then feed it into the software and get the averaged image (the Gimp lacks an "average" blending mode, so one cannot even fiddle with the weights of the averaging stacked layers). Oh well, and you need a lot of patience, since the operation is definitely not instantaneous. I tried three different softwares: G'mic for the Gimp, Chasys Draw IES Artist (which, interestingly, implements several techniques usually confined to astrophotography), and Image Magick. G'mic was by far the slowest software to process the stack (more than 40 minutes, plus out-of-memory issues), while, not unexpectedly, Image Magick was by far the fastest one. Chasys Draw and Image Magick gave similar but not identical results, while I threw away the image from G'mic.
However this technique has several benefits: it reduces noise while at the same time enhancing detail in a very natural way; it removes unwanted passing elements (present in one photo only or moving through the scene*); and, last but not least, it can simulate a long exposure effect even in broad daylight, which was my main aim here. I must say that, on the whole, it has been an interesting experiment; I hope to get comments about the technique and how to further my grasp of it.
* I tried this technique just once before now, in one of my fireflies shots from the Summer 2020, In the blink of an eye: I was trying to denoise and better the night landscape against which the fireflies were weaving their love dances. It was a success: 15 images stacked and averaged gave me a more than decent background completely devoid of fireflies because the averaging process did not keep the occasional elements present only in a single photo.
Refreshments for the water sport community... rowers, wind-surfers, kite-surfers, kayakers, paddle-boarding etc etc... this stretch of water is calm within the harbour. Speed records are set for wind-surfers because the strong SW wind blows over the beach from Lyme Bay.
Billy Winters serves excellent burgers and pizzas and coffee and cocktails and beer and cider...
Portland Beach Road, Dorset - June 2016
For all the walkers who make it to the summit of Scafell Pike (England's highest mountain) every year most will spend there time milling around the overcrowded summit cairn before returning to whence they came. A lucky or wise few will wander a few hundred meters to the South summit and enjoy relative seclusion combined with this spectacular view down the wildest most untamed valley in an otherwise overcrowded country.
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A Border Force launch, Hunter, on its way up the River Thames, passing me, here, and Tilbury landing stage, where I often was.
Hunter turned back almost immediately it had passed me and returned from whence it came. Border Force is a law enforcement agency in the UK, under the Home Office.
When we had a ferry between Gravesend and Tilbury, one used the two bridges on the left to leave and arrive: the one on the far left is a footbridge, the other foot and cars. The shelter to the right of the second bridge was used by the weary or those averse to being rained on. Ah, days gone by...
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Vennachar Community Memorial Church (1875) in Vennachar, Ontario, Canada.
It was erected in 1875 whence it served until 1925 as a Methodist Episcopal church, and then from 1925 until 1975 as a United church.
The village was first settled in the 1860s.
During a great fire in April 1903, a bush fire raged out of control, and all that remained of Vennachar was this church and one lone house! The rest of the community had been completely destroyed.
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"The ghost ship moves on the horizon
No one knows from whence she came
And no one knows whence she goes"
Yvonne Mason
The estate was formerly known as Mount Alexander. An earlier house was illustrated in Neale's Seats, but only the foundations of this remain at a different site. Heiton was the second of a dynasty of 3 generations: after training with his father, he spent time in the office of Burn and Bryce between 1842 and 1848, from whence he evidently acquired experience with Baronial design, leaving to provide a host of fine, imaginative compositions which stand up well in comparison with those of David Bryce. He is known for such masterpieces as Atholl Palace Hotel and Vogrie House, Midlothian.
The house was vacated in 1952, after having housed a school for Polish refugees.
An old barn (1900) in Mayo, Quebec, Canada.
Mayo's first white settlers came from Ireland between 1820-1830 and named the settlement "Mayo" after County Mayo from whence they emigrated. Mayo's first mission church was built about 1855, and the village itself was founded in 1864.
This is a frequently photographed barn which proudly proclaims Mayo's founding and Irish ancestry.
Streptosolen is a monotypic genus of flowering plants of the family Solanaceae. It is closely related to the genus Browallia, within which it was originally placed. The single species, Streptosolen jamesonii, the marmalade bush or fire bush, is an evergreen shrub bearing loose clusters of flowers which change gradually from yellow to red as they develop, resulting in an overall appearance resembling orange marmalade (whence the name), found in open woodlands in Colombia, Venezuela, Ecuador, and Peru. Straggling, evergreen, shrub, clothed in rough, short hairs, 1.5–2 m in height, densely branched, bearing abundant glandular trichomes. The red colouration (at maturity) of the flowers of Streptosolen jamesonii is typical of that of bird-pollinated flowers, as also is their lack of a strong scent and secretion of a great deal of nectar. The iridescent green hummingbird species Chlorostilbon poortmani, the short-tailed emerald, is a frequent visitor to the flowers of Streptosolen jamesonii, pollinating them as it hovers to sip their nectar. 11467
. . . and when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came. ~ John F. Kennedy
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Great Linnaeus describes two family members of our plant: Urens and Insipida, and then this Oleracea under the name Spilanthes, devised by Nikolaus Joseph von Jacquin (1727-1817). But curiously he doesn't remark on the 'Electric' quality of this little daisy which hails from Central South America (Brazil and Paraquay). Whence its name in English: Para Cress.
A more complete and rather more fascinating description is given by Jean-Baptiste Pierre Antoine de Monet de Lamarck (1744-1829) in his Encyclopedia of 1785. Under the generic name 'Bidens' he describes it as numbing the mouth and causing an excess of saliva. In English it's sometimes called the Toothache Plant because chewing the buds or flowerheads masks any oral pain. And its taste - as I discovered, too, this morning - has an electric quality to it. In fact, I didn't just carefully chew a single floret but brashly popped an entire bud: an hour later my mouth was still numb...
"We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came." ―John F. Kennedy
We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came.
John F. Kennedy
With all the locks now replaced, and the canal full with water again, the CRT tugboats, and butties return to whence they came, breaking the ice as they progress.
12th December 2017
"It is an interesting biological fact that all of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea--whether it is to sail or to watch it--we are going back from whence we came."
―John F. Kennedy
I am in the Netherlands now and this morning I went to the beach and took some photos. (:
Van, Turkey
Due to increasing resistance and weakened supply lines from the Turkish pincer, IPC forces have been forced to retreat from the area. Rendezvous points and aid stations are set up in the gecekondus in the north part of the city, where all remaining forces will regroup and retreat back into the hills. From there, defense points will be set up and roads will be cleared, in preparation for the long road back to the border.
The setting for this scene is based slightly on the gecekondus of Turkey.