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Today I got a mail from Lu, my dear brazilian friend.
She gave me the link to this music and I LOVED it.
Join me and listen:
A Black-tailed Prairie Dog lets out a high pitched squeal while jumping up on its hind legs - the well known "jump-yip". It has been interpreted as a warning cry and an all clear signal, but I would hesitate to attach definitive meaning to the move. Context may play a part.
The main drive-through road in Grasslands bisects a number of dogtowns - prairie dogs on both sides. Sometimes I will see and/or hear a jump-yip before I've rolled to a stop. Other times, it happens after I've been sitting a while, and if I'm lucky the critter in my viewfinder is the one doing it. That's how I get my shots: luck. The key to meaning seems to be in the response from other prairie dogs. Some studies support the idea that if the yipping one receives a high number of yips in return, then many colony members - some out of visual range - are still above ground. This suggests safety: no predators lurking nearby.
On the other hand, if there is no response, a coyote or badger may be on the prowl, and there is some evidence that the yipping prairie dog is more likely to retreat underground in this case.
Whatever these communal ground squirrels may be communicating may well defy simplistic interpretations. There is more going on than meets the eye. For example, if this one photo were the only record of jump-yip behaviour, we might assume it's a Jerry Lee Lewis imitation: goodness, gracious, great balls of fire! I trust the wildlife biologists have already conducted a study to rule out air piano.
Meanwhile, conjecture aside, I'm happy just to observe and report. Wildlife behaviour, however we may interpret it, never ceases to interest and even amaze me. I trust most of my colleagues with long lenses feel the same.
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2022 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
It happened this noon, right before it started pouring, right outside my window, right here, in... Athens!!
Explore #354
No idea what but you need to go over there, or at least take a look over there.
Magdalena, New Mexico
I took this photo back in 2018 and I've just 'found' it on my hard drive. I can't remember what it is but it does appeal to me cropped square and set at a jaunty angle. I hope that you like it too.
I took this photo early Easter Sunday morning. There were no cars or people on this street, which is usually bustling. It felt a little like I was the last person on Earth. We’re never really alone though, are we? We carry certain people in our hearts and minds. It can feel like they are actually right there with us, and in a way, they are.
This was one of rays shots -- I just helped it along with a little crop ,sharpen and a slight increas in sats just on the fore ground . Oh and the frame
Made explore -- thats two in as many days -- like buses you get non at all then all come at one LOl
ꒌ АВЕЛИНГЕН је птичји резерват на обали највећег крака реке Рајне у Холандији - Мервејде. Овде зимују велике птичје колоније дивљих гусака и друге пернате господе.
NATUURPARK DE AVELINGEN, Boven-Hardinxveld aan de Merwede. Op missie om mijn nieuwe lensaanwinst Sigma 30mm f/1.4 uit te proberen in low light. Erg zacht vol open, teleurstellend voor een lens Made in Japan, met Affinity sliders lukt het vooralsnog enigzins scherper te krijgen.
► █░▓ IT'S A HARD JOB, but someone has to do it! Fire your Canon, as long as the cannons are still silent in your neighborhood.
NATURE RESORT De Avelingen, Boven-Hardinxveld in the province of South Holland. This is adjacent to the shore of Beneden Merwede river (hidden at the horizon). Birds become really active exactly at a time when there's no more sufficient light to shoot with usable shutter speed values. Yet the full frame owners persist.
This fellow photographer was so taken by his ideas, immersed in probably music (who knows?) from his closed-type headphones, that he remained completely unaware of my presence during several minutes in which we both took more shots. There was nobody else at the spot and I haven't even seen any birds nearby.
Taken handheld. Technically precisely 30 minutes before the sunset, the sun was actually long gone behind a massive thick cloud layer far above the North Sea. In the available subdued light I chose the largest aperture of the fastest lens I since recently own. It is disappointingly soft wide open, but with aggressive sharpening in raw development the detail can be somewhat recovered. I tried in post to retain the original mood and light impression of the moment, so no contrast/levels/brightness boosting or similar techniques applied.
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Visions of Americana, including doll as torch (thanks, husband! ;D) ADED 2010 156/365
All shots taken in Tucumcari, New Mexico (2 denver signs, the Aristocrat and the Satire Lounge thrown in to fill out the collage)! Tucumcari is a wealth of great signs, though... I want to take more time there in the future.
Thank you all for your lovely comments and friendship during my trip! We had a great time.
I bought this little woodcarving in Namibia.
I was told it was handmade from ebony ...
Although I knew it is surely fake ebony, ...I bought it.
Not too expensive, but a very nice souvenir from a fantastic holiday.
… and who knows….
FAKE is the theme for Macro Mondays Oct. 28 th.
and for Monday Music Mania:
Ebony and Ivory - Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder
Un obsequio de mi superior inmediato, “promovida” a otro hospital. Después de dos años y medio de cuidarme las espaldas, y algo más al sur, al fin se va. No mas ordenes sin sentido, emanadas de la falta de experiencia (un jefe que se equivoca, vuelve a mandar, para eso es jefe), no mas evaluaciones anuales enfatizando el mas mínimo error y desdeñando los aciertos. Un mes antes de su sentida partida (ajá), me regaló una última evaluación, con puros excelentes. Una ultima reunión en privado para “limar asperezas” (todas de allá para acá) y quedar en el mejor de los términos…… y esta botella de vino.
Ya revisé el corcho y la cubierta de plomo, no hay huellas de agujas hipodérmicas. Una prueba con un trans-iluminador no reveló residuos sólidos (caca o algo así), y la cosecha parece buena. Aun así, estoy dudando entre si tomármelo, regalárselo a un cierto colega, o regalarlo a un astillero para cuando boten algún barco nuevo. ¿Usted que opina?.....
Saludos!
Anonimo.
A gift from my immediate superior (my boss), “promoted" to another hospital. After two years and a half of watching my back, and something farther South, she is finally leaving. No more senseless orders, flowing from a deep lack of experience (the boss, if wrong, always can order again). No more yearly evaluations emphasizing minute errors, and downplaying good results. A month before her deeply felt departure (yeah right….), she gave me a last evaluation, full of “excellents”. A last meeting to smooth roughness (hers, I guess), and be friends (now??)……… And this bottle of wine. I had already examined the cork and the leaded capping; there are no signs of hypodermic needles. A bottle’s body Transilluminator examination was negative for floating solid matter (like shit or so….), and the harvest seems to be good. Nevertheless, I am still torn between drinking it, or give it as a gift to some shipyard, for use on the baptism of their newest ship. What would you do?.....
Regards!
Anonymous.
I've been having an electronic conversation with one of my friends on this site about some of the differences in the kinds of places we live. He's made a conscious choice to dwell in a rural community- with all the advantages and disadvantages that offers.... and I've done the same, choosing an urban home.
There's a popular aphorism that suggests we should "bloom where we're planted", which I have always thought was a little confusing, and a bit simplistic. Does it mean that wherever you start out is where you should end up? Not very realistic in this transient society we live in. I prefer to think it means you should make the best of wherever you are at the moment, understanding that wherever that is might not be permanent. Basing your happiness on one particular house or neighborhood or community or country feels very limiting to me. It's not at all that I'm opposed to setting down roots-... quite the opposite! But life has a way of throwing you curve balls, and if you're anything like me your tastes and needs change, so being open to new places and situations seems a healthy attitude.
For the longest time I thought I hated the idea of living in the suburbs... which is pretty absurd, when I think about it, since the childhood neighborhood I loved most was a suburb of sorts. Grant you we lived in not a very fancy section of it... but we each had our own house, with a small yard, and the place had a real small-town feel to it. It abutted Bridgeport, Connecticut, which was a city, so by definition..... It was a great place to grow up.
What I hated was the suburb of Hartford, Connecticut we moved to in Junior High School. I hope the town has improved by now, but I couldn't wait to get out of there. There was a sameness to everything in the town, and much more emphasis on what you had than who you were. Few of my fellow students went on to college or careers out of town, and an extraordinary percentage of my class was married and settled in their hometown before I finished college. I'm sure I'm remembering it more simplistically than I should, but I think it's telling that have not stayed in touch with a single person- other than family- from my six years there.
Though it wasn't my first choice school (too long a story) I've been happy ever since that I ended up at the University of Connecticut. Not only did it turn out to be an excellent school, but it's rural setting is extraordinarily beautiful. Basically, there's the university... and the surrounding farms. There's a quote-unquote city nearby- Willimantic- but it's a city in name only. More like a big intersection on a rural road.
For eight years I lived in a community where- except for on campus- farm animals outnumbered the populace. And the university has a fabulous agriculture school, so my dorm room looked out over tilled fields. The movie theatre in town showed the same film for months, the main social life revolved around contra dances and potluck suppers, and noone would think of missing the volunteer fire department's annual pancake breakfast fundraiser. When I moved off campus in grad school, the farmhouse I lived in was built in 1670, and my landlady lived in the converted duck coop. I walked everywhere, learned which wild plants were edible, helped the neighbors with their harvest, and never felt safer in my life. I would have been content there forever, but for one thing. My final degree was in theatre, and it's pretty hard to make a living designing costumes for the cows.
Most of my classmates were making a beeline for New York City..., the place where theatre dreams come true. I knew I needed to live in a city, but New York- much as I love visiting there- seemed way too much for someone who'd come to love a rural pace. So when I was offered a teaching job in Boston I jumped at the chance to live in a city that was big enough to find work, but small enough to get to know. At first I missed the rural lifestyle terribly, but over time I discovered compelling things to compensate: museums, theatre, art houses for film, mass transit, friends from many countries, ethnic markets, wildly differing neighborhoods, music clubs, street performers, the biggest libraries I'd ever seen, and enough visual stimulation to keep a photographer busy forever. I've been happy in this urban life for 27 years.
Coming full circle... these days I spend my weekends and more in one of Boston's suburbs where my sweetheart lives. His kitchen is bigger than mine. He has a yard. The river's a block away. His roommates and the neighbors are diverse and friendly... and interesting The bus gets me into the city, when I want to be there, in less than half an hour. I'm content there too. Is it that this is a more interesting suburb than the place I disliked as a teenager? Is it that I've changed. Or is it just that I've learned to "bloom wherever I'm planted"? Matt talks about moving west to Arizona or Texas or one of the other places of his childhood. At one point in my life I would have dug in my heels and insisted i couldn't live anywhere but New England. Now I know it's possible to live anywhere and be happy. So I'm an urban girl... for the moment.
So 2016 will be ending in a couple of hours, naturally it's time for one last post.
This year hasn't exactly be great to me, but one thing that remained strong is this place (oh and instagram). So a big thank you to everyone for your support over throughout this year.
I should probably mention that by september 2017, my upload rate will drop significantly due to Uni etc., however I will still be frequently active in the community.
Also for some of you on instagram, another big thank you for getting me to 1.85k followers since May. And sorry for constantly 'shitposting' random stuff on the story. (p.s, that wont change).
Credit to Leo seeing as I pretty much copied his layout style (all be it not so successfully). Also shoutout to him as well as the members of 'Lego_Scum' and my other group chat for teaching me new techniques and styles (as well as putting up with my memes).
As of 2017, my current planned figs are Nomad Kenobi V2, Kylo V-whoknows, Next wave of Gotham figs (in progress), as well as something teased on instagram, Venom... (~spooky~~)
Have a good new year folks!
Nothing exciting... cleaning house, doing laundry and catching up with friends.
Just hanging out in another t-shirt... this one makes me smile ... who doesn't love Kermit the Frog?
Didn't like this picture because the hair fell down in it and that wrinkle by Kermits feet... Plus It makes me wanna ask... "Does this shirt make me look fat? or is it just me?"
Posted in 365 days this Stay Green
I've done it! I've got through the 52 week project.
I know that this is very late is posting but I promise it was taken on time. The reason for the delay is that I have been ill with either swine flu or tonsilitis or a bad throat infection (the Dr couldn't decide which). So I was ill for about a week.
During that time my picture time came up and this is the best I could come up with I'm afraid!
I'm pleased that I did this - I've learnt a bit about photography and a bit about myself.
4 of my 52 have made it into explore, 1 of those made it into a book. I've passed my driving test, discovered a new hobby in making jewellery, celebrated 5 years of marriage, got a tattoo and I've had a lot of laughs. Not many weeks have gone past where there hasn't been something that has made me smile.
Oh and I've turned 30, which I am assured is the new rock and roll!!
The next project will be a 52 week thing again but of Joey not me (although I may pop up in places!) - the first of which I'll be posting soon.
Thank you all for all of the support you've shown me over the last 52 weeks with your kind comments and words of encouragment.
It's been a good year :-)
Neptune inspires but also confuses us. It makes us believe in what isn't true and deny what is. /yeah...it's a horoscope thing again. My horoscope.... well, actually everyone's horoscope is calling for confusion due to the influence of Neptune.
This can't be good. More confusion. Yes, I'm confused. It's become a perpetual state of being, actually. I have questions.
*Why doesn't anything ever get easier?
*Why do I never get anything I plan to get done on my day off done?
*Why are mosquitoes out already and why is it that I can be outside with a group of people and be the only one that gets bitten. Repeatedly. And yes, I got my first mosquito bite today.
*(And then it gets serious because I had too much time to think...)What are my goals?... and when I figure out what they are, how will I attain them... I'm running out of time, you know. (inflicted this conversation on friends at work at Kohls on Monday ...actually, I enjoy driving them crazy.)
*And speaking of running.... why did I once again wait until almost 9 pm to get out there and run? Looks like it's headlamp and flashlight time again.
Gotta run.... literally....
which is what the prone photographers were taking.
Just had to explore once had gone and so mindful of the deer and rabbit droppings, um, did the same :)
August 26th.
Parasite.
A big thank you to the Mors for the straw(s) – yes! out of 5,000 pink ones I had to pick the black one ;)
weird little watercolor which I think was somehow related to this : thehumanmarvels.com/?p=99
Also! flickr.com/photos/sbritt/3130600702/
And even! flickr.com/photos/18176432@N00/3133978852/
and one more!
www.flickr.com/photos/jeremytinder/3170913715/
we're not done yet!
i told my older sister that when she's up there, she should take a picture like this and she did. hahah. well, she's not the "photographer" type and sometimes she laughs at how i love photography so much. hahahahhaa. but yeah, thanks seeeassstarrr [:
PS: more pictures from her to edit tomorrow when she gets home ! hahaha.
We've had a series of hugely destructive storms in the past few weeks, with record rains, record snowfall, record cold (I think...) and winds well into the hurricane-force zone (up to 170 kmh). A lot of places have been devastated. Thousands of trees have fallen onto roads and power lines and houses and whatnot... including a lot of big ones here and there around our neighbourhood.
So I was kind of scared when Echo and I took a trip to my favourite park yesterday. I wasn't sure what we'd see in terms of storm damage. Turns out... nothing. Not a thing. Even the dead trees stayed intact. And this is in a park that abuts the ocean, and would've got the wind full force.
I did see a sort of flattened area, and went over to investigate. Turns out it was the scene of a fire... from a summertime lightning strike. I took some shots but couldn't come anywhere near to capturing how it felt... that burnt-out wild place... with charred tree trunks suddenly stark... their companion shrubs and grasses gone.
I did, however, find a gun. Which... believe me... was quite the eerily compelling experience... given that yesterday was one of those days that feels like permanent twilight... and Echo and I were all alone... and there was just such a sinister "vibe" in that fire stricken area. I was pretty sure the gun was fake but it was sooo heavy...
I took it home and managed to read the writing on its side. I Googled it and, sure enough, it's a toy pistol, likely made some time in the 1960s or 70s... and... even though it's a replica... considered (in some jurisdictions) an illegal weapon.
It looks like it's been buried for a long time. The barrel and working parts are stuffed full of muddy dirt and teeny tiny crawly things and whoknows whatelse, accumulated through the years. One of its side pieces is melted... presumably from the fire, which seems to have been a precursor to the gun's unearthing.
I'm not sure why I like derelict things but I gotta say... this gun is pretty cool. Mike checked it out and said, "Photo prop." Ooooooh yeah. You bet it is.
Explore #416 Well it is Friday here and I thought a bit of foliage may just brighten the day. It is so overcast and miserable looking here today that I just need a bit of brightness to begin my last day of the working week. Have I mentioned that I love my 105mm :))) It makes me happy just looking at it lol ( yeah I know - I got it bad ) HA HA :)))
Have a great day, night, morning, evening and don't forget to smile at someone you don't know.....it will make them happy, or confuse them, so either or, you had an effect lol ;)) Car
Today's Carsounds - www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySqz4USHA4Y
I had a baby session today and was just to burned out to edit. So I played with some old safari photos.