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This guy cracked me up. This was shot in Badlands National park. We saw a few owls and shot a ton of images. This guy was the most fun though. I was super far from him, shooting with my 600mm. I was lying on the ground, something I do a lot to get a unique POV. Every time I would shift my weight, or pull down the camera to check my settings of look at the images, he would stop what he was doing and stare at me. There was clearly an understanding, he was going to allow me to photograph him, as long as I stayed there and did not move. When I moved, I broke the unwritten contract and he called me on it putting me in check with his unbreaking stare. I could hear him saying, "dude, seriously, sit still." So I mostly agreed with the contract and sat frozen for quite some time. I could use this to my advantage though. If I wanted him to look at me, I just slightly shifted. Done, there was the stare, right on queue.
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2TE116UM locomotive with a heavy-weight wood-loaded train passing through Kharaa river valley and Schatan mountains. This place is one of the highlighted morning photo spots of Monrailpic's every tour in any season.
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Grey-crowned Babbler
Scientific Name: Pomatostomus temporalis
Description: The Grey-crowned Babbler is the largest of Australia's four babbler species. It is dark brown-grey above, with a distinctive grey crown stripe and a dark face mask that contrasts with a white eyebrow. The chin and throat are white, running into a pale grey lower breast. It has a long, curved bill, short rounded wings with cinnamon brown wing patches and a long tail tipped white. The eye is pale yellow in adults. There is a darker-coloured subspecies, rubeculus, in north-western Australia (often called the Red-breasted Babbler), that has a rufous lower breast and darker crown stripe. The Grey-crowned Babbler is a noisy and gregarious bird, usually found in small groups of four to twelve, and is often seen on the ground or in low trees. It is sometimes called the Yahoo, after one of its calls.
Similar species: The Grey-crowned Babbler lacks the dark crown of other babblers and has a yellow rather than a dark eye.
Distribution: The Grey-crowned Babbler is widespread throughout north-western, northern, central and eastern Australia. It is also found in Papua New Guinea.
Habitat: The Grey-crowned Babbler is found in open forests and woodlands, favouring inland plains with an open shrub layer, little ground cover and plenty of fallen timber and leaf litter. May be seen along roadsides and around farms. In south-east Melbourne, small populations survive on golf courses.
Seasonal movements: Sedentary.
Feeding: Grey-crowned Babblers feed on insects and other invertebrates and sometimes eat seeds. They forage in groups of two to fifteen birds on the ground among leaf litter, around fallen trees and from the bark of shrubs and trees (they tend to use trees more than other babblers).
Breeding: Grey-crowned Babblers live and breed in co-operative territorial groups of two to fifteen birds (usually four to twelve). Groups normally consist of a primary breeding pair along with several non-breeding birds (sometimes groups may contain two breeding pairs or two females that both breed). Most members of the group help to build nests, with the primary female contributing the most effort. Two types of nest are built: roost-nests (usually larger and used by the whole group) and brood-nests (for the breeding females), and often old nest sites are renovated and re-used from year to year. The large domed nests are placed in a tree fork 4 m - 7 m high and are made of thick sticks with projections that make a hood and landing platform for the entrance tunnel. The nest chamber is lined with soft grass, bark, wool and feathers. The brooding female (sometimes more than one) is fed by the other group members and all help to feed the nestlings. Larger groups tend to raise more young, and two broods are usually raised per season.
Calls: Loud scolding and chattering calls: 'wee-oo'. Also distinctive 'ya-hoo' duet by breeding female ('yah') and male ('ahoo') repeated six to eight times.
Minimum Size: 25cm
Maximum Size: 29cm
Average size: 27cm
Average weight: 81g
Breeding season: July to February
Clutch Size: Usually two to three, up to five if more than one female.
Incubation: 23 days
Nestling Period: 23 days
(Source: www.birdsinbackyards.net)
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Rhye - Feel Your Weight
There’s something deeply transformative about watching the sun gently touch the dunes, as if time slows down to remind us of what truly matters. Every grain of sand holds the memory of ancient winds, movements beyond our control yet shaping us all the same. In this open space, we’re invited to quiet our minds and feel the weight of our footprints, knowing they’ll soon disappear. Life, much like the dunes, is shaped by the unexpected and the fleeting. And maybe that’s what makes it so beautiful: the fact that everything is temporary, but, for a brief moment, entirely ours.
An old bale left in the corner of a field, alive with bugs and mice worth its weight in gold. Put there by a photographer now benefitting so many animals.
NS 4822 and train 219 are busy moving the "weight of the world" past the south end of TRRA's Madison Yard while the Trim Job adds a factor of pucker by feinting a blocking move. Luckily, 219 is throttling up and stepping out ahead nicely. Meanwhile, a summer storm unleashes a monsoon at just the wrong moment, ensuring the scene is thoroughly drenched.
Note the power from T101, just returned from NS Luther yard, lurking in the left background.
The bottom skip was mine, taking away the rubbish. I'm having my garden renovated to make it easier to maintain. :-))
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all.
It hasn't escaped my notice that the squirrels' favourite feeders are the so-called squirrel-proof ones. They seem to get great pleasure from swinging upside down from branches to access baffled and weight dependent feeders. Very occasionally, a risky upside down manoeuvre results in a fall but mostly they acquire these feeder accessing skills from a very early age and of course I love watching them.
Our society seems to be collapsing under the weight of the technology we’ve created. Misinformation and hate spreading like an unstoppable virus…..
Length:37-41cm.
Wingspan:60-63cm
Weight:250-450g
Population: UK breeding:14-93 pairs, so quite rare.
good to go.
It's another changeable day today, we're hoping to do some butterfly transects this afternoon but we need a bit of sun . We'll see. I had a lovely meal last night with June, and had some orchids potted by her, so my collection is growing. Weights and measures is by Dry The River.
The children who were playing with soap bubbles left this one to float in the air. It kept growing until this monster of colour stopped floating and began to come back to earth due to it's own weight.
On this gorgeous Fall-like day, Chippie spent his time eating and stocking his pantries...
They eat about 20% of their body weight, average 4 grams, and eat about six times a day!
n a quiet street in santa catalina, the man stands across from the izakayita, lost in his phone. his reflection drifts in the restaurant’s glass, where a geisha waits silently inside. she watches, her figure half-hidden, her gaze lingering on a world that moves too fast to notice her. the street hums with life, but in this fleeting moment, the modern and the timeless meet—separated by a pane of glass, joined by the quiet weight of reflection.
Not often I post a shot on the same day I took it but today is that day. I had certain photographic plans but the day was autumnal perfection, just a light breeze, beautiful blue skies, just cool and a fabulous atmosphere demanding of a change of plans. So we still went to Sandgate which is only ten minutes down the road and then Woody Point over Redcliffe way and shot the world as it passed by more or less during the best time of year.
No perfection about this shot but you get the idea - the jetty at Woody Point is a place to add your love locks. We liked these which we spread out to get this endearing message. Some diamonds or whatever in the water as well. Love is forever!
As an aside, we did this once in the supposed city of love, Paris but you just wrote on the things in Nikko Pen. I guess if the expensive locks they sold were master keyed, they could recycle them when they faded (yep, I have a suspicious mind)! Sadly for all those proclaiming their love this way, it seems the bridge got so overloaded with metal, parts of it fell into the Seine! There must be a lesson in that somewhere! Probably, love isn't necessarily forever.
A note from google about the bridge problems in 2014, a year after we attached our lock (there was still a little space!)......"A section of the metal mesh on the Pont des Arts footbridge over the Seine in Paris collapsed last night under the weight of the thousands of "love-locks" attached to the bridge by couples. The bridge was immediately closed to the public and was under repair today".
Italy : 1968 - 1971
Production : 1878 units
V4 1298cc twin cam engine
92 HP DIN @ 6000 rpm
Front wheel drive
4 speed manual gearbox
Length : 3,97m
Weight : 795 kg
Speed : 180 km/h
A very personal image that I've debated actually posting but I think I need to. It's an addition to my series based around depression and those who struggle to get through it. There's a weight that depression has, it feels like you're carrying something much too heavy all the time.
November is usually when my depression settles into my mind, like a dimmer switch slowly turning the lights lower. I get anxious when the seasons change, hopeful that I'll be bright enough to push out any negative energy that tries to weigh me down.
I think as photographers we tend to be connoisseurs of light. Someone else might look out and see a cloudy day. But a photographer is bound to appreciate much more nuance in those clouds. Is it just a thin layer, producing 'cloudy bright' conditions on the ground? Or a thicker layer that allows light, but produces no distinct shadows. My mind frequently evaluates cloud and light conditions, even when I'm not actively engaged in shooting; often when I don't even have a camera with me. The process simply cannot be switched off. The cloud cover and resulting ambient light has a tremendous effect on the look and mood of photos, and if there's one thing I'm learning it's how to leverage this to shape visual stories; to tell them the way I want them told. One condition I love to work in is high density clouds. The ones that darken the sky to the point where there are no shadows at all. A leaden sky that sucks the life out of color and contrast out of photos and causes an oppressive feeling, both visually and even mentally. We've all sensed how differently we feel on a bright day compared to a dark one. Even if you're at work indoors, your spirit is likely to soar a bit more on a bright day. It's just human nature. There's still plenty of energy on a cloudy day, the trick is learning how to tap into it. The heaviness of the day was upon me as I wandered about the local cemetery and eventually gravitated toward this magnificent Gothic receiving vault. The masonry played perfectly into the visual concept of weight and obscurity. There was just enough clarity in the foreground to create a layered effect, as acuity drops off with distance in the fog. Half or more of the thrill for me in a situation like this is simply experiencing it. That coupled with the sort of intimacy I feel as I am invariably the only one present to witness these things. This exclusivity heightens awareness and my senses. I can't help but think that would be diluted in the presence of others.
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Flying fox species vary in body weight, ranging from 120–1,600 g (0.26–3.53 lb). Across all species, males are usually larger than females.
The large flying fox has the longest forearm length and reported wingspan of any bat species, but some bat species exceed it in weight. Its wingspan is up to 1.5 m (4 ft 11 in), and it can weigh up to 1.1 kg (2+1⁄2 lb).
This image was taken on Cape Tribulation Road, not far from the Daintree River, near Port Douglas in Queensland, Australia