View allAll Photos Tagged Were
There is a bridge as you get into the park. Two ducks were there. We gave them some food. As we left they came running behind us along the path.
We were lucky to be in Kingston when the famous Snowbirds air display team performed spectacular aerobatics above Fort Henry. All free of charge too - in the UK to see such things costs a fortune! There was a vast appreciative crowd too, it was a a great afternoon out.
The fortifications of the town were built after the Mongol Invasion. It had four gates, which opened to the south, west, north and northeast. The plain of the town slightly slopes north, so the southern gate, which was located on the highest point, was called Upper Gate, while the northeastern gate, which was located on the lowest point, was called Lower Gate. The walls were defended by wide moats.
The trade road coming from the central regions of Hungary left the town towards Poland through the Lower Gate. From the town gate a little wooden bridge led to a half-round barbican, which still stands, surrounded by moats. From the barbican a drawbridge led across the moat. After the fortifications of the town lost their significance, the wooden bridges over the moats were demolished and a new stone bridge was raised with two 5-metres wide arches in 1821. A similar stone bridge was built to connect the barbican with the town but it had only one arch.
We were incredibly lucky to find this normally very secretive owl out in the open and only 5 minutes away from a skittish Great Grey Owl hunting on the same stretch of road.
These were very popular so time for a new batch
---------------------------------
Thanks for your Views & Fave & your comments are always welcome.
Please don't use this image on websites, blogs or other media without my explicit permission. © Some Rights Reserved
Images can be used with permission commercially or non but must have creditation and link back to flickr.
Please contact me via email or flickrmail, images can be purchased with conditions.
www.flickr.com/photos/simon__syon/
------------------------------
Follow me on Photocrowd -
www.photocrowd.com/photographer-community/13467/
---------------------------------
Three Photo Books Of Early Work Available On Amazon & Elsewhere Worldwide -
'Iconic London'
www.amazon.co.uk/Iconic-London-Simon-Hadleigh-Sparks/dp/1...
'Visions Of London'
www.amazon.co.uk/Visions-London-Simon-Hadleigh-Sparks/dp/...
'London Through A Lens'
www.amazon.co.uk/London-Through-Lens-Simon-Hadleigh-Spark...</b
...they were talking about some cookie-cutter girl who looked like every other stupid girl in sl. Laughing at her, just standing there, not moving, like a brainless, boring statue. I don't pay a lot of attention to local when I'm shopping, but I saw it go by. I pretty much just cam around, get what I came for, and go.
Took a minute to realize we were the only ones there, and I was - to them - the brainless, boring, cookie-cutter statue. I scrolled back through local - none of it was any nicer.
I wish I could say I said something. Anything. I didn't. I got what I came for, and left.
I wish I could say I let it roll off my back. I didn't.
After a 13 hour day that was pretty much a nightmare from start to finish, walking into someone's public humiliation of me wasn't my favorite way to wrap up, but that's what I got. They don't know me, or what I dealt with, that I already felt like crap, and that I'm worried about how I'm going to deal with tomorrow. I was just some thing to laugh at.
I know it was just words. Everyone's got an opinion, and I ran into theirs. Hell, I've done my share of criticizing what I don't identify with in other people. I just don't do it in local. Sadly, I don't know if that makes me any better.
So, yeah. Just words. It's the disregard behind them that stings. I'm just as guilty.
Maybe today, let's just be kind to each other, k?
In 2006 as a very special treat we were allowed into the church .Inside you can see murals of Heaven, Hell, and Everything in Between:
You were the shadow to my light
Did you feel us
Another start
You fade away
Afraid our aim is out of sight
Wanna see us
Alive
Where are you now
Alan Walker - Faded ♥
• HMBW
• #7DWF Thursdays: B&W
We were on our way to check out another waterfall in the valley of Utladalen and then we came across this beauty.
178 meters tall it was, we stopped and couldn't leave it without us snapping tons of photos of it.
Almond blossoms were gone and the crunchy sour fruit broke under her teeth. She picked the bigger ones first not wanting to lose any chance of eating all she could before they hardened into their shells. The fruit yielded some juice. She licked her lips after the traces of each drop.
He once called her his own almond blossom. He even used to order this special perfume from an unknown brand in Germany, White Flowers, it was called, for her, just so she could embody the blossoms.
She’d wear it for him and it drove him crazy thinking she wore a perfume that travelled miles across continents to be in her creases for his joy. For his pleasure, only. She’d laugh as she sprayed the bottle a bit here and a bit there, unsure what spot to choose or how much to spray. With time she gained experience and confidence. She realized that time she’d forgotten to wear the thing and had sprayed herself with some other scent and he went as crazy. And the time when she wore too much and also the time she wore too little, even when she mixed them up. He would be as crazy. After a while she wouldn’t even laugh as she sprayed it or any other perfume on her. He always took credit for her natural perfume. Recently, when she wanted to wear it for her own joy, she’d choose a remote spot like the crease of her thigh or the back of her knee.
The thrill came when she went to see “him” and last minute, she had this whisper in her mind, “Wear the almonds! Wear his perfume!”
She paused a second. Her fingers reached the counter top where she kept her few bottles. She watched her long fingernails scratching against this bottle and then the other. She followed the shadows traveling around the countertop in between her fingers and the marble, among the crystals, the bottles. She was letting the thought brew in her mind. She had a faint smile on her face as she listened to the sound of her thought.
Her eyes sparkled as she opened the drawer and took the small bottle out, pulled the lid back and first sprayed it gently on her wrists, a drop… She waited for her nostrils to swell with the joy and start fluttering in ecstasy. She closed her eyes and surrendered her soul to the temptations of the devil.
It was time to rekindle her affair with the bottle…
there were a few more of this nice white hills, but I found only space for seven of them on the camera sensor.
this monochrome picture was taken near needles, california, closed to route 66.
best viewed large!
They were scorching hot, those two days in June at the City of Rocks State Park in NM.
The nights were spectacular though, the air was still and it got nice and cool by about 10 pm.
It is a very unusual place, some mud flow from an ancient volcanic eruption has eroded and weathered over the eons and morphed into this assembly of free-standing rocks. The Milky Way was glistening in the moonless sky and Arcturus and Spica were blazing overhead. That is why I love to be out at night.
The rattlesnakes stayed under their rocks and the park was only sparsely populated with campers. Everything was peaceful and quiet.
Give me more of that.
The raindrops were too big for an administrator, he couldn't accept them as "macro", ha ha ha !!
Einem Administrator waren die Regentropfen zu groß er konnte sie nicht als "macro" gelten lassen, ha ha ha !!
Danke fürs genaue Hinsehen, bratispixl !
Thanks for looking closely, bratispixl!
www.flickr.com/photos/olycandimko/52319558610/in/datepost...
My Great Grandparents were Victorians, and after a dinner party, my Great Grandfather used to enjoy sitting with his male guests in the dining room, after the ladies withdrew to the drawing room, where they drank port, brandy and muscatel, smoked cigars and were treated to a slice of Stilton from a large cheese wheel. Stilton is an English cheese, produced in two varieties: blue, which has Penicillium roqueforti added to generate a characteristic smell and taste, and white, which does not. My Great Grandfather only ever ate Blue Stilton. Even on nights when they weren’t entertaining, my Great Grandfather used to indulge in a snifter or brandy and a slice of Blue Stilton in his study after dinner. I remember him doing so, and it is he that I have to thank for my love of Blue Stilton and other blue varieties of cheese to this day. He used to indulge me, in an effort to teach me about cheese and broaden my palate, by giving me a small slice to eat. The more time that passed, and the cheese wheel reduced in size, the stronger the taste and aroma of the cheese became!
The theme for "Looking Close on Friday" for the 13th of June is "cheese". Now, I know you are going to say that this should be a macro shot: and it is. What might surprise you is that everything in this photograph, from the flowers to the cigars, the bottle and glasses to the paintings on the wall, and even the cheese itself are all in fact 1:12 miniatures from my extensive collection which I use for photography purposes. Although not exact, this image very much reflects what the sideboard in my Great Grandparent’s dining room looked like when I was a child: very much of that Victorian and Edwardian era. My Great Grandfather was a cigarette smoker more than a cigar smoker, but he always had a box of them to offer to guests. Anyone who follows my photostream knows that I love and collect 1:12 size miniatures which I photograph in realistic scenes. The artifice of recreating in minute detail items in 1:12 scale always amazes me, and it’s amazing how the eye can be fooled. I hope you like my choice of this week’s theme, and that it makes you smile!
Fun things to look for in this tableau include:
As the main focus of my image, the cheese wheel of Blue Stilton came from Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering. The knife, gilded white plates and stained wooden box of cigars also came from there.
The vase of red roses on the sideboard is beautifully made by hand by the Doll House Emporium.
All the brandy snifters on the silver tray in the background I have had since I was a teenager. I bought them from a high street stockist that specialised in dolls’ houses and doll house miniatures. Each glass is hand blown using real glass. The carafe on the same tray I bought at the same time. The tray was made for me from silver metal by my Grandfather, who was very clever and gifted with his hands. The 1:12 artisan bottle of brandy was made by Little Things Dollhouse Miniatures in Lancashire, and is made from glass and the label is a copy of a real brandy label.
The paintings on the wall are from Amber’s Miniatures in America, and the flocked wallpaper is beautiful hand embossed paper given to me by a friend to use with my miniatures.
The Queen Anne sideboard I have had since I was six years old.
There were just a few fireflies / lightning bugs at Fishing Creek last night. Very humid and misty and spooky after dark when I can't see anything but the lights of the fireflies.
This is a composite of exposures taken without moving the camera. The scene was exposed for 30 sec, F/8, ISO 640 and the fireflies were exposed about 150 times at F/2.8, 800 to 1600 ISO, 1 sec to 4 sec as it got darker. Most of the firefly frames were discarded because there were no flashes on them.
We were on the other side of the fjord, spotting the little white dot
I didn't see how they got to their house, there was no roads whatsoever
They can't complain on the neighbor now then, can they
lol
Must be the birds that sing too loud in that case
😁😊😂
Pardon the *blurry* . . . but my hands were shaking, even though my stabilizer was *on* for this long shot, clear across our back yard.
There was NO time for me to grab my tripod and get set up properly . . . as it was, I only had a few shots before the blue jays began to announce their disapproval with their predator (who, BTW, was as peaceful as could be) . . .
This image does not do justice to the size and beauty of this rare white hawk which, as far as I know, has never visited us in the 46 years we've lived here! At first glance I thought it was a snowy white owl, but oh no . . . there were definitely hawkish features!
Immediately I googled this gorgeous bird and loved the symbolism:
"If you keep seeing a hawk with white feathers, something very sacred is about to take place, and the Creator is giving you a message that a miracle is on the way. In short: hawks are viewed as messengers by the Native Americans. They could bring messages from deities, deceased ancestors, benevolent guides, etc."
Is it any *coincidence* that today is my mother's birthday . . . she would have been 97.
OMG . . . just as I was posting this, I opened the draperies in my *woman cave* and lo and behold, we're having our first SNOW!
dododododo, dodododo!
Sliding into winter white, I send you all great wishes for a wonderful "Sliders Sunday" . . .
There were three owlets, not two as per the report. This one, being the smallest of the three, stayed separate than the bigger two. The male was actively hunting and the female was keeping a close eye nearby. It was fun to observe the family dynamics/interactions of this aggressive owl species.
However cute they are, I just wish they stayed at the far east. Barred Owls in the west are bad omen for the Spotted Owls.
We were in the Nicola Valley and had just finished lunch at a roadside picnic table. The rain that had blanketed the area was long gone along with the clouds as well. The air was now clear and the colors brilliant. A cluster of weeds looked to have overgrown their perch and were vibrant with vivid yellows. And, since yellow opposes blue on the color chart, the elements of a complimentary shot sat in front of my wide angle lens.
(Please look past my mistake of crossing elements)
From about 7am there were about 30 Jackdaws making such a noise flying over & around my house. According to my neighbour he could see them trying to chase off a Sparrowhawk that had taken one of the "family". The noise eventually stopped & nearly 2 hours later my husband noticed the Sparrowhawk in our garden devouring the bird.
We could only take photos through the window as we did not wish to scare it away & as we clicked it kept turning its head towards the house looking for the source of the noise. It stayed about 30 mins & then flew off with the remains of breakfast in its claws.
Statistics
Length: 33cm
Wingspan: 62cm
Weight: 150-260g
Average lifespan: 4 years
Sorry for all of you who may have already viewed several photos taken by Richard, he's just faster at editing or could it be more spare time.😉
© 2021 Garry Velletri. All rights reserved. This image may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any way without my permission.
As we were taking off from Martin State Airport, we had a nice view of Wilson Point there that sticks out towards the Chesapeake Bay. I marked on the photo where my Dad's house is located. Also marked some other features in the photo like downtown Baltimore, etc.
Just about all the homes there on the end of Wilson Point ended up with water in them when Hurricane Isabel came up the East Coast. You can see how easily that thin peninsula does not provide a lot of protection from water being blown in from across the large bay.
These individuals were photographed in close proximity in the same space and time, but on different perches. The plumages are a bit different, but according to the Cornell Lab of Ornithology:
"Great Horned Owls are mottled gray-brown, with reddish brown faces and a neat white patch on the throat. Their overall color tone varies regionally from sooty to pale".
Females are also slightly larger than males, but without a shot of these together, it is impossible to tell which is which.
We were having dinner with our grandsons the other day, for pudding they decided on chocolate yoghurt.... Frankie pulled the lid off and Mr Yogi appeared.!
hese ephemeral almond blossoms were enjoying the mild temperatures of last Friday and catching the sun rays to make them look pretty.
I hope you like the picture. Press "L" to enlarge it.
Have a nice Tuesday and remain healthy and safe!
_______________________________
Flores de almendro disfrutando del sol, Madrid, España
Estas efímeras flores de almendro disfrutaban de las suaves temperaturas del viernes pasado y captaban los rayos del sol para que se vieran bonitas.
Espero que te guste la foto. Pulsa "L" para agrandarla.
¡Que tengas un buen martes y mantente sano y seguro!
Were go back to Oct 1977 .Steve Smedley and i have been chasing this BN train from Duluth .Were at Sawyer's Min, on the Staples division with semaphores everywhere .Steve & i never went so fast in the car before chasing this guy .It was well worth it
Happily, we were able to sort out Facebook, and I am back on my computer! Let's hope this is where I stay now!
With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a beautiful day, be well, keep your eyes open, appreciate the beauty surrounding you, enjoy creating, stay safe, and laugh often! ❤️❤️❤️
were there clues i didn't see?
and isn't it just so pretty to think
all along there was some
invisible string
the things:
Navy+Copper - Sage hair @ Velvet Boheme
[VOZ] - Willa dress
[VOZ] - Willa Flats
[VOZ] - Willa necklace, all @ Anthem
- large -
Combining 5 exposures of 0.5 1 2 4 & 8 seconds
Aperture: f/16
Focal Length: 14 mm
ISO Speed: 100
No mistakes were really made, we were travelling around the gorgeous areas in Bellisseria! We made a pit stop by 1 of the boat shacks. I love those things! ScenScen is a good driver. (totally paid me to say that)
NECKLACE: Eternity: Mother and Son {for Roxi}~ 100% Donation ~ at Nymphai
copying Duchess’ words, from her blog :
Last weekend we were hit with the devastating news that our beloved Roxi Firanelli lost her son during the night.
Sadness enveloped our little world as the news spread throughout the Ippos family. Luminaries that you can light and send off into the sky have been set up on the dock at Nymphai to help Roxi with funeral expenses. A wonderful creator also designed this delicate mesh Eternity necklace in remembrance of Jeffery, beautifully titled “Eternity: Mother & Son.” The necklace can also be found on the dock near the Luminary Lanterns and 100% of the proceeds will go directly to Roxi......
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Nymphai/148/101/23
There were 100's of American Robins feeding on Common Junipers , when a few Waxwings showed up, nice to see them eating well during the winter !
IBSP, NJ
Thank you very much for your kind comments, favorites and looking
We were sitting have a picnic dinner waiting for the moose to arrive at the lake when this little ground squirrel kept getting closer and closer, looking for a handout. I got down on the ground and waiting to see just how close he would get. Turns out pretty close! I'm sure he was disappointed though as the Cheetos reward never came. Please don't feed the wildlife!
Thanks for your views and comments and have a Happy Monday!
© 2016 Craig Goettsch - All rights reserved. Any unauthorized use without permission is prohibited.
The adults were pretty fine with me staying so close to the nest. It was like a competition: who would bring more food to the just hatched chicks?
Broadcast and PJ Harvey were adopted on the same day as the shelter we went to would only allow people to adopt kittens in twos. So, then we had three cats again. This is little Broadcast as a kitten. Aw. Happy Purrsday!
**All photos are copyrighted. **
Featured Credits:
♥ LeLUTKA Billie 4.0 (@ The Skin Fair 2024)
♥ The Skinnery Sylvia (@ Collabor88)
♥ TRUTH Whisper (100L / The Saturday Sale)
♥ Osmia Sasha Lace Blouse (50L / Fifty Linden Friday) - updated sizes!
♥ Cynful Keeper Flare Pants (90L / Happy Weekend) - updated sizes!
♥ JIAN Bichon Frise
♥ Photo taken @ SkyDome
To view complete credits, visit my blog: slovesadventures.wordpress.com/2024/03/09/weekends-were-m...