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Training your dog was a book written by Barbara Woodhouse.
Barbara Woodhouse was a British dog trainer known for her television series “Training Dogs the Woodhouse Way” on BBC in 1980 across the UK as well as the USA. She was a household name in the UK for this TV series for her quirky personality and no-nonsense method of training the dogs and their owners. She was also known as an author and horse trainer.
A candid shot taken on our Easter holiday, of a very well trained passenger, on board a steam train going from Whitby to Pickering. 🐶🚂
Stanley Kubrick. The Exhibition
21.12.21 / 08.05.22
Círculo de Bellas Artes de Madrid
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Great crested grebe
natural behavior
unrestricted satisfaction of all desires is not conductive to well-being, nor is it the way to happiness or even to maximum pleasure
Erich Fromm
Seen from my garage window. I left a lot of my fallen apples on the ground this year and have had several grateful deer enjoying them.
Outfit including bikini, shorts, kimono, leg wraps, sandals, Tigh chains, sunglasses : Miss Chelsea - Boho Baby Gacha. At The Epiphany.
Skin : Glam Affair - Polly applier - 05. At The Epiphany.
Head : Genus - Baby
Tattoo : Letis - Cliantha
Hair and flowercrown : Doe - Maddie. At The Epiphany.
Decor :
Well : Foxwood - Wishing Well @Kustom 9
Cushions, signs : Miss Chelsea - Boho Baby Gacha. At The Epiphany.
Piglets : Foxwood. At Lootbox.
Flowers : DD Dream Designs - From the DD Wild Romantic Garden Scene. At Twe12ve Event
"The Love Child" by the artist The Love Child, Jay Gittens in the meadow near the New York Hall Of Science, Queens
In the background is "Showing Your Feelings Is Cool Cow" by artist Timothy Goodman
I liked the yellow barrels in the forefront, the colour was striking. Beautiful Wells harbour stretches behind, with a yacht, birds and marshes. The barrels were a temporary fence - gone next time I was there. HFF!
A well marked and distinctive warbler, the sexes are dissimilar with the male with a black cap, and the female seen above with a chestnut cap, note also the pale eye ring. ONE of the few birds where I think the female is better looking than the male.
Seen at Strumpshaw Fen, my sincere thanks to the T.V personaltity, Naturalist Photographer, Elizabeth Dack, for all her help. This was a long weekend with family, on the Norfolk Broads, but had to slip away with my camera early, hope I was not missed....lol.
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THANK YOU for your visit and comment, will try to catch up with your lastest image very soon. Hope the Bank holiday weekend went well, 30c in most southern UK spots.
Stay well and safe, God bless you !..................................Tomx.
This is the ‘working’ part of Wells-Next-The Sea. Less busy than the harbour, it’s a peaceful spot. The estuary is bathing in the late afternoon sunshine. This is one of the first photographs I took with the new lens for the Canon. The lens still feels like a stranger and I am in the early stages of building a relationship with it.
Montezuma Well, a detached unit of Montezuma Castle National Monument, is a natural limestone sinkhole near the town of Lake Montezuma, Arizona, through which some 1,500,000 US gallons of water emerge each day from an underground spring. It is located about 11 miles northeast of Montezuma Castle. Wikipedia
Address: Forest Service Road 618, Rimrock, AZ 86335
How deep;
Measurements made on previous dives showed the west vent as deep 82 feet (137 feet overall) and the east vent at 40 feet (95 feet overall). The National Park Service dive team also lowered a camera some 40 feet into the west vent and discovered it was a continual column of fluidized sand for the entire depth.Sep 28, 2021
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This was a day when we watched a storm roll over Wells. An ever-changing sky - blue, then pink, then grey - accompanied by torrential rain and brilliant sunshine.
"Step into the dark side, we have candy!"
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Ted the fox, just lifting his head up during an afternoon snooze. He was in good posing form!!
Photographed at British wildlife centre
Eurasian Jay (Garrulus glandarius)
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My latest ANIMAL VIDEO (it's very brief but pretty unusual: a tiny wall lizard attacks two young great tits): www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQqkSsyrm7E
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO: MY LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY TO BIRD PHOTOGRAPHY
If you've set yourself the challenge of exclusively shooting the wildlife in your own back yard, you might find - as I did - that bird photography is really, really hard.
It's not that reptiles are easy to photograph either, mind - but at least the ones in my garden stay (for the most part) on the ground, and one can learn how to carefully approach them with a camera. They're also clearly egoists, which from a photographer's point of view is is a great character trait: if a lizard detects a human in its vicinity, it's only interested in saving its own skin, and it won't alarm its buddies.
But birds... oh man. Over the years, my feathered friends and I have developed a lovely routine that now defines our peaceful co-existence. As soon as I as much as open a window (let alone the door), I'm instantly greeted by an eruption of panicky fluttering and hysterical shouts from my garden: "SAVE YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND FLY FOR YOUR LIVES: THE HAIRLESS, PINK MONSTER IS COMING!!! (Yes, I speak bird, and I know that this is exactly what they are shouting 😉).
Needless to say, with the exception of the redstart I already showed here, all my efforts to get the kind of detailed shots I usually strive for with my nature photography ended in complete failure and utter disillusionment. I was ready to give up on stalking the winged misanthropes in my garden altogether, but then winter came - and changed everything.
One day this past January I observed my neighbor Signora P - a kind, elderly Italian lady - putting something on the low garden wall in front of my house. At first I thought she was just putting some treat there for her cat Romeo; the young tom patrols that wall constantly (it's his favorite spot in the garden, and during the warmer months he usually lurks in the thick foliage next to it to prey on lizards).
But once I detected a lot of movement on that wall through my window, I understood she had put a little pile of bread crumbs there; she was feeding the birds who soon arrived in flocks. This was certainly well-intended on my neighbor's part, but her noble action came with a catch, and I'm afraid quite literally.
When I took a stroll through my garden the next day I discovered a suspicious amount of feathers on the ground next to the wall. Romeo had apparently switched from his low-calorie summer diet (lizard) to more energy-rich meals consisting of "fowl" (it was winter after all, so from a nutritionist's point of view this made sense).
I would find fresh traces of Romeo's victims (mostly feathers, but also the odd wing) in my garden over the following days; so my first intuition that my neighbor was feeding her cat hadn't been that far off after all, as Romeo was now clearly being "served" fresh birds on a daily basis. And although the hungry visitors seemed to be aware of the danger and became slightly more prudent, they just couldn't resist the tasty snacks Signora P put on that wall - and neither could Romeo.
It was obvious that I had to act, but talking to my neighbor - who is as stubborn as she is kind - would have been futile, I knew that much. I pondered the matter long and hard - until a light bulb went off in my head. The idea was genius. If successful, what I had in mind would not only increase the birds' chances of surviving Romeo's appetite, but also greatly benefit my own photographic endeavors.
I started to enact my master plan the very next day by buying a giant bag of bird feed (consisting mainly of sunflower seeds) from the store. Then I dragged a huge piece of a tree trunk (approx. 120 cm in height) that we normally chop firewood on from the shed out into the garden and emptied almost half of the bag's content on top of it. Signora P's buffet for birds (and cats) was about to get some serious competition 😊.
My reasoning was as follows: not only would the birds be lured away from the fatally low garden wall to a place where they were safe from the cat - there was nothing around that tree trunk that provided cover for a predator, and the birds had a nice 360° view around it at all times - but I was also able to photograph them while hiding in the shed.
However, in order for my plan to work there was one little extra measure I had to take, and it was one that risked lowering my own life expectancy considerably once the owner of the property - my mom - discovered it. You see, our shed is completely windowless, so if I wanted to use it as a blind, I had no choice but to cut a hole into one of its wooden walls... which I promptly did (I figured all's fair in love - and photography 😉).
Granted, I have absolutely zero carpentering skills, and it showed. That hole was an ugly mess: the shed's wall seemed to have had an encounter with Jack Nicholson's ax-wielding lunatic character from the film 'The Shining'. Needless to say, I was incredibly proud of my work (I mean, come on: there now was a hole where before there wasn't a hole, and it was big enough for the lens of my camera to peek through, so it was mission accomplished as far as I was concerned).
Now all I had to do was wait for the birds to discover the tree trunk. In the meantime I started to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable confrontation with my mom and go through possible explanations for that splintering hole in the wall (it was either gonna be a rabid woodpecker attack or an emergency rescue mission with a feeding tube for a little kid that had accidentally locked himself inside the shed - both seemed valid options, though I slightly preferred the locked-in kid due to the involved drama and heroism 😉).
A whole day went by, and not a single bird visited the sunflower seeds. I had expected that it might take a few hours until the first of the ever curious great tits or blue tits would show up, but given how tiny my garden is, an entire day seemed excessive. Then another day came and went: the birds kept flocking to the bread crumbs on the wall, and my tree trunk kept collecting dust. To add injury to insult, a few fresh feathers on the ground were proof that Romeo was still feasting.
It was incredibly frustrating: I provided my winged guests with a much better view - plus a higher chance of surviving the cuisine - than Signora P's place; I risked (almost) certain death at the hands of my own mother (OK, the act of vandalism on the shed I had committed for my own benefit, but still), yet the birds kept ignoring me.
Then, after three days, just before sunset, I spotted a single blue tit on the tree trunk picking away at the sunflower seeds.
When I got up the next morning I immediately realized that the loud noise that accompanies each and every tit activity had shifted from the wall to the shed. At last the dam had broken: there was a flurry of movement around the tree trunk, and I counted at least 5 different species of birds feasting on the sunflower seeds.
From day 4 onward my plan worked beautifully: the birds now indeed mostly ignored Romeo's "snack wall" and kept to the tree trunk. And yes, I was able to play peeping tom from behind the shed's wall and photograph them!! 😊
Thus, dear readers, I finally managed to produce some acceptable bird photos, and I had even saved my feathered friends from a deadly foe in the process. All through winter and spring I took advantage of my new bird hide, and in late May I started mixing some cherries with the sunflower seeds. The idea was to attract a Eurasian jay (Garrulus glandarius), and as you can see, it worked!
It took me almost three weeks and more than a few tricks to capture that clever fella, but given how long I've been rambling here already, that's a story for another day. As for my mom, she still doesn't know about the hole in the wall, so please don't snitch! 😉.
I hope you like the photo and wish you all a wonderful weekend! Many greetings from Switzerland, and as always: let me know what you think in the comments 🙏 😊 ❤!
P.S. if anyone has their own funny tale about the obstacles we photographers are prepared to overcome for a desired photo, please write it in the comments: I love such stories 😊
This lady elk had plenty to eat during the summer of '22. That's a good thing as it increases her odds of surviving the lean times ahead through winter in the Rocky Mountains.
This shot was made during the elk rut in Rocky Mountain National Park. A bull and his harem had just crossed the open meadow and this cow was bringing up the rear.
Installation of «Well and Truly » by Roni Horn ...
Two friends together in France
Thanks to the close involvement of Roni Horn, this exhibition provides the opportunity for this power and these affinities to be seen and felt for the first time in France. In the words of Felix Gonzalez-Torres, on the subject of his friend’s art, it gives an unprecedented outline of a “new landscape, a possible horizon”, and “a place of the imagination”, and in those of Roni Horn, “a field of waves” that is continually reworked.
Felix Gonzalez-Torres and Roni Horn, both conceptual artists, established radical practices with often minimalistic means that contributed to a redefinition of the exhibition as a medium for including the viewer and had a major influence on an entire generation of younger artists. They strive to grasp the inexpressible, the immeas-urable.
For them, what comprises the “œuvre” is the tension produced with the spectator in an artistic experiment linking the artist, spectator, and the object.
This exhibition emphasises the notions of dou-bling up, duality, complexities within repetition, and identity at work in the artists’ respective artistic practices.
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(Kahlil Gibran)
.. Well, I see trees of green and red roses too
I'll watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Well, I see skies of blue, and I see clouds of white
And the brightness of day, I like the dark
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world..
Tellaro.
Gennaio 2015.
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#305 Explore 03.04.2009
Apparently panorama stitching ain't the best idea if anything is moving like, well, the sea, for example.
But I still like this view and wanted to show it to you.
A shifter out of Danville, WV works the Wells Prep Plant near Van, WV with a gorgeous AC44 and a younger sister GE. The track gradient is really obvious here. The conductor on this job was very friendly. He came and chatted with me and a couple other goobs and made friends with Dakota the railfan pup.
Well, the March is here. It doesn't mean spring for us, same frost and strong north wind. Maybe just light becomes a bit warmer, with some gold.
The view of the full moon over the early morning city in the first rays of the rising sun, about -30.
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Photography, of a small well, in the samà park, which, could, be, a wishing well. But, the well, is restored, so, that, you can no longer see the bottom, of the same and the old, mechanism, that served, to raise and lower the buckets, to fill them with water, formerly, now, hold, a couple of beautiful pots, with some beautiful and decorative flowers.
Fotografía, de un pequeño pozo, en el parque de samà, que, podría, ser, un pozo de los deseos. Pero, el pozo, está restaurado, de, manera, que, ya, no, se, puede, ver, el, fondo, del, mismo y, el, antiguo, mecanismo, que, servía, para, subir y, bajar, los, cubos, para, llenarlos, de, agua, antiguamente, ahora, sostienen, un, par, de, hermosas, macetas,, con, unas, bellas, y, decorativas, flores.