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Whenever I see the dish of a radio observatory, it reminds me of Carl Sagan's science fiction novel Contact.
This is the 25m Owens Valley dish of the Very Long Baseline Array (VLBA). The VLBA is a system of ten remotely operated radio telescopes, scattered across the USA. They work together as an array, forming the longest system in the world that uses very long baseline interferometry. The longest baseline available in this interferometer is about 8,611 kilometers (5,351 mi).
The sky above the radio dish is full of winter gems. I hope you do not mind a small tour:
Rosette Nebula, Bernard's Loop, the Orion complex, Angelfish Nebula and California Nebla are the most prominent red Hydrogen emission nebulas.
The famous open clusters Hyades and Pleiades are accompanied by many lesser known cousins, like M34, M36, M38 or M41.
Apart from our home galaxy, the Milky Way, the image shows the Triangulum Galaxy. It is the small smudge at the very top edge of the image.
The Gegenschein is the faint, diffuse brightening to the right of the Pleiades. Thanks to the good sky quality, I was also able to capture part of the zodiacal band, the slight brightening that continues to the right of the Gegenschein. Both are caused by sunlight scattered off interplanetary dust shed by passing comets and rocky splinters left in the wake of asteroid collisions.
Speaking of comets, the tiny greenish blob between Bellatrix and Orion Belt is Comet C/2020 M3 (ATLAS).
Last but not least, a Northern Taurid Meteor decided it was worth ending its life in a flash to balance my composition.
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Canon EOS 6D, astro-modified
Samyang 24mm f/1.4 @ f/2
iOptron SkyTracker Pro
Sky:
Panorama of 3 panels, each a stack of 6 x 60s @ ISO1600
Foreground:
Single exposure of 60s @ ISO6400
Whenever I see a picture of a flower in a mug, the first person I think of is Madge. That is the essence of true style. In appreciation and memory of Madge, this Camellia from my garden is for you. Madge brightened everyone's days with her little cups of sunshine. Her Zinnias were especially gorgeous and she loved to pair them with beautiful things from Anthropologie as well as her collection of vintage books and other wonderful vintage decor. I'm not sure exactly what happened, from what I understand, she passed away in December. Madge was one of my first Flickr contacts. Our Flickr community lost a sweet and fun shining star. You will always be in our hearts, Madge. xo
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it plunges to life from beneath the mud, it does not allow the dirt that surrounds it to affect its growth or beauty :-)
― Suzy Kassem
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lotus blossom, sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
whenever I think of Manhattan and how to portray my perception of it's vibrancy, energy, sheer pace, volume and all the life contained within this phenomenal city.........I revert back to strong punchy hdr's, certainly does it for me!
view large..........only the lady will notice.
Whenever I develop PS skills I will clean this up, but the point in all three of these images is how much info and how many good images can be extracted from a larger image (and several more are lurking there), and that original image I will post next.
I like my peace and quiet whenever I can grab it.
Wole Soyinka
See the Music Video filmed at Minnehaha Creek Park in Minneapolis, MN with an Insta360 One X Camera: youtu.be/0u3jO6tPVtw
Whenever we have welcomed new kittens into our family, it always makes me happy to come across new combinations of family members getting along well.
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Whenever I am trying to photograph birds in flight I always try to get their best side but I am not sure I accomplished that with this Green Heron who startled me when he flew overhead.
Whenever I wish to try out a new camera or lens, this vista will be among my preferred objects. Here, I am using Leica M8, Voigtlander CS 2.2/50 at F5.6. Attached to the M8, the lens has a 66mm focal length.
"Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy. "
Hamlin Garland
Whenever I see bark peeling from a birch tree, even for me a European one, as this one is, I start to imagine a native American canoe ...
Long live nature & the vernacular - but here I sit at a computer: imponderables, dichotomies ...
Leica M10, 35mm f/2.8 Zeiss Biogon, Capture One 16.
Whenever Macro Mondays posts the Time theme, I typically always photograph this watch. I found this in a classic car junk yard several years ago. Over the years it has continued to decay to its current state. To see other photos of this watch, see my TIME album.
Whenever I wear my tiara, I feel I can rule the world!!
I usually like being the cute princess but tonight I felt quite dark and this is how makeup turned out after playing a bit, even though I had planed on wearing pink and yellow LOL
For FGR and Life With a Tiara groups :)
Ahhh I love my makeup :D
Thanx to petrilude from youtube for the tip on how to do the patterns on black!
Whenever I feel I'm drowning under the pressure of everyday life, I think of the great Houdini. Then I think, cheer up...at least I'm not in a straight jacket and chains, dangling upside down from my toes :)
For threesixtyfive and FGR challenge "Portraits with a Scanner"
November 10, 2008: I am thankful for the silly Pollyanna optimism I was blessed with.
Listen to Liz Phair - Why can't I breathe www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4QiSL4V0sE
this shot made it to # 1 in explore - thanks guys x
Whenever we drive down to our holiday home in Cornwall from Northamptonshire we'll invariably drive over Dartmoor if we have the time. A favourite place for lunch is the Fingle Bridge Inn near Drewsteignton in the Teign Gorge. If the weather is nice we can sit alongside the River Teign as its burbles its way through the gorge on its was to the sea at Teignmouth. Overlooking the inn is Prestonbury Castle, an Iron Age hill fort, the top of which is almost 800 feet above sea level.
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.
~Mark Twain
A short circuit, a grey light… the brick rang loud calling for attention. No movement, the briefcase slipped out of a loosened grip. It became heavier and heavier the longer the stillness. The suit crisp and straight, never leaving the city streets; suddenly aware of the uneven ground, the shadows lifting, the bird songs of winter retreat. The ring was like a scream, so out of sorts, but not the only one.
One thing that does not happen in California in August is rain. But no complaints here, with our recent four year drought we're only too grateful to welcome rain whenever it comes. It was a rainy day In August but that never stops a diehard photographer. We were lucky to find this beautiful mallard, with her wings fully outstretched ! She was just as glad as we were to see the unseasonable rain.
Whenever the seed logs start looking like abstracts sculptures from the birds pecking away at the middle first, there are some birds, like this Red-headed Woodpecker, who seem to know where the tastiest bites can be found.
He may look like he's laying down on the job, but he's actually trying to reach what others have overlooked. He seems to pause for a moment, almost like he's glancing around to make sure no one is looking before he digs in, grabs a chunk and then flies off with it.
Whether to enjoy it in secrecy, or taking his trophy back to the nest, we'll never know.
Whenever I see straight forward, no mirror, this is what I see.
If I see in the mirror I see me.
But, wow, I'm much more than what I see.
A bit poetic for you today 😁
Whenever I had a free day in Tokyo, this was the street I enjoyed walking the most. Summer was terrible in Japan as the weather was hot and extremely humid. I sweated all the time and it felt horribly uncomfortable in crowded places. But here in Omoto Sando, like an oasis, the trees gave lots of shade on both sides of the street. Supposedly a trendy area, this section was filled with young people making all kinds of fashion statement, small specialty shops and cute tiny restaurants. It had a bohemian atmosphere. Yet somehow I often thought of Blvd Haussman in Paris whenever I was here. The feeling was the same but the places were quite different.
"Summer day in Omote-Sando"
Tokyo, Japan
Watercolor
11" x 14"
1997
「表参道の夏の日」
東京
透明水彩絵具/紙厚
27.94 cm x 35.56 cm
1997年
Whenever I visit the Ottawa Hospital to see my haematologist and it's sunny out, I always make a point of visiting the stairwells in the multi-level parking garage.
Why? Because at a certain time of day, at a certain time of the year, the light just streams into the stairwell just so. The shapes, shadows, textures, those yellow bannisters... I don't know what it is about this place — let's face it, it's a bleak stairwell in a hospital parking garage, can things get bleaker? — it always catches my eye, and I can't resist making a photo or three.
All things being equal, I won't be back here for a while, too! My SLL (small lymphocytic lymphoma) is now 18 months in remission and my doctor is so happy with how things are going, she's put me on a semi-annual checkup cycle, rather than the quarterly cycle I've been doing so far.
I don't think the light hits these stairs quite as nicely in August. We'll see.
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Children playing in mustered field in Bangladesh.
As winter deepens in this country that lies athwart the Tropic of Cancer, the landscape is colored, across the country, with vast swathes of fields of Mustard, lending an impressive, almost magical quality to the almost endless views across the Delta plains.
Whenever I'm swimming, I'm always happier.
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Whenever I travel away from home, I miss my horses. I miss their early morning breakfast whinnies, their soft muzzles peering over the stall doors as they beg for treats, and the smooth movement of their unique, yet equally fleet-footed, ground-covering trots. My astrological sign is Sagittarius, the centaur. So, at the very core of my nature, I’m half horse. And when that half is missing, I feel somehow bereft. For this reason I look for horses wherever I go, always trusting and believing that if I don’t find them, they will somehow find me.
The last place I expect any horse to find me, however, is smack-dab in the middle of a busy intersection on Route 9 in Kennebunk, Maine. Scaring the living daylights out of hapless motorists. But that is exactly where I found Shy Girl this past Wednesday afternoon when my mother, son and I set out for a dollhouse exhibit at The Brickstore Museum. We were driving down the beach road and about to cross the intersection when I saw her: A gorgeous palomino, well over 16 hands, and busting some serious dance moves in the street. She had broken out of her paddock and was stirring up a potentially fatal brand of mischief. I knew that she (and possibly a few humans) were in very real danger if somebody didn’t act quickly. I told my mother: “Look, I’m sorry. We’re going to be late for the exhibit, but I’ve got to go catch that horse.”
I reversed quickly and pulled into the barnyard. I knew the place well. After all, my godparents own it, but are only in residence during the summer. The barn is actually a boarding stable, with an on-site manager residing on the property. Unfortunately, at this particular time of day, the manager was quite definitely off-site. So were all the boarding horse owners. Only an old truck sat parked off to the side. So it was just me, dressed in street clothes armed without halter or lead rope, off on what could well be a fool’s errand. A cold chill blew through me and the branches of wind-whipped trees snapped menacingly as I strode toward the paddocks running parallel with Route 9. The horses were good and worked up, owing to their herd nature and the recent escape of one of their inmate brethren. Shy Girl was at first nowhere to be seen, and I feared she had met her peril out on the lost highway. But then a high, shrill whinny of a girl-horse-in-trouble pierced the air and she appeared as if an apparition; beyond the paddocks and the narrow confines of a blown-down wooden fence. In that moment of recognition she ran full bore towards me, determined, it appeared, to knock me down.
“Listen, you little stinker,” I yelled, “I’m on to your tricks! Whoa, mare. WHOA!”
Without pausing to think I made myself BIG, holding out my arms as though walking a tight rope. I stopped dead in my tracks and firmly held my ground, as I was once taught to do as a young girl in a pasture full of naughty ponies who had developed hazing rituals for humans straight out of The Lord of The Flies.
She beat a hasty retreat before galloping past me and toward the barn, then circling back to the paddocks. Whereupon she commenced to tramp down the blown-down wooden fence with all of the force of her 1,200 (plus) pound weight and shod hooves. And I knew then that she had some Quarter Horse blood (the neat little hooves were the other indication) because only a Quarter Horse can turn on a dime that fast and kick you back nine cents change. But mercifully, the burst of speed is short.
Worn out by her exertions and only half-heartedly trying to give me the slip now, she allowed me to advance on her slowly. I picked up the only restraint I could find—two pieces of baling twine, which I knotted into a crude, makeshift, lead rope. I threw it over her powerful neck and held her fast for a minute, before she rallied like quick silver and was off again, barreling off toward the road. I ran after her, panting and seriously fearful of her intentions. It was then that I finally spied (suspended from a tree) a lead rope and halter. I snatched it and prayed it would fit over her head. She was watching me from a few yards off, shoring up her energy for another game of cat and mouse.
“Look mare, it’s either my way or the highway. Literally,” I said as sternly as possible. “I mean it. This halter is going on and you’re coming with me.”
She paused, swishing her flaxen tail. And cocked a hind leg, a sure sign that she was ready to talk. I threw the rope and pulled the halter up over her ears.
The next dilemma was determining which paddock to turn her out in. Conventional horse owner wisdom holds that mares should always be turned out with mares, and geldings with geldings. I’ve flouted this rule myself with great success before, but I wasn’t about to flout it at an unknown barn with unknown horses. Shy Girl had already been in a highly dangerous situation, and I didn’t wish to endanger her life (or that of the other horses) further. The barn seemed the safest option. I had no idea which home was hers, but I chose a spacious box stall, hacked into a new bale of hay with my pocketknife, lead her inside, and threw her a generous flake. She was less than grateful. She flared her nostrils and began stamping an angry rumba on the floor mats.
“It’s no good getting mad at me. I’m not the one who was out playing bumper cars in the street.”
I returned to my car, exhausted and worried. My mother and son had been sitting inside as it idled for at least half an hour. I grabbed an old envelope, scrawled a note to the barn manager in a very cold and cramped hand, and headed back to the barn to tack it up.
I returned to the car and briefly told my mother what had transpired. She patted my leg and said, “You’ve done your good deed for the day. It’s a good thing you know so much about horses.”
The next day as my son and I drove down the beach road to wend our way back to Vermont, I inched along at 5 m/p/h, looking for her. And there she was, fenced into a small paddock well away from the highway. She was waiting for me. I pulled over and jumped out, glad to see her. She tossed her head with a snort and stamped the ground.
“Well, that’s no way to treat an old friend,” I gently admonished her. “And when you think about it, I’m the one who should be annoyed with you.”
She studied me, considering. And raised her head so I could stroke her delicate muzzle. And stood still as I reluctantly returned to my car, started the engine and drove slowly away. Stock still. Until I could no longer see her but knew she was still there, a silent witness to my safe passage home.
Mount Gretna, Pennsylvania
Whenever I see this kind of bee balm I start looking for the hummingbird moths.
Perhaps one of the most delightful insect visitors to your garden is the hummingbird moth. Several species of the genus Hemaris deserve this name and for very good reason. They fly and move just like hummingbirds. Like them, they can remain suspended in the air in front of a flower while they unfurl their long tongues and insert them in flowers to sip their nectar. They even emit an audible hum like hummingbirds. Quite often inexperienced garden visitors notice what they think is a tiny hummingbird fleeting among flowers such as bee balm (Monarda). They listen incredulously when one explains to them that what they just saw was not a bird but a moth.
Whenever you see a butterfly,
think of me.
and I'll be right there with you,
if you think of us.
Close your eyes and see me there,
please know that you'll be,
forever in my heart.
Remember this butterfly
in honor of me,
know that I'm with you and
will always be.
It's been a wet and dreary week with the sun only peeking out for short periods of time. Butterfly backlit by sun near sundown.
Whenever possible when travelling between Nova Scotia and Ontario I'll get off the Trans-Canada and detour along the Pelletier Sub. Often it doesn't pan out and and I see know trains and end up adding an hour to my trip.
But on this eastbound trip I was poking around the tracks a bit further east when I was surprised by this westbound with a silver and blue leader. Despite the dreary weather I turned the car around and headed west to Pelletier.
I tried to catch him again but giving him a nearly two mile head start while I waited for him to clear the crossing didn't help my cause.
Whenever I look at you, it reminds me of the most beautiful, the prettiest and the most enchanting things I have ever set my eyes on in my life... and it's so easy to decide how their beauty fades out as compared to yours. Human eye contains 107 million light sensitive cells - in my eyes every single one of them is provoked when I look at you.
I find you hauntingly beautiful.
Whenever i go to a 'celebration' of any kind, i see fireworks and cant help but think if they are not harmful for our environment. Then i get relieved by thinking that soon we will all have firework applications on our mobiles, and we wont need to use fireworks which can be harmful.So, Problem solved!..
Whenever the resident pair of Coal Tits are about, I can hear them constantly calling to each other.
Whenever I visit a new city, I explore on foot during the first evening. There’s a distinct magic in seeing a city at night, and in Luxembourg, one building immediately caught my attention—the Spuerkeess National Bank of Luxembourg. The interplay of shadows and light revealed its architectural beauty, showcasing the craftsmanship and history that went into its design. It’s here that architects and builders pour their heart and soul into structures, and modern caretakers honor those efforts with brilliant illumination.
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Whenever I'm lacking an idea for a photo for the day I take a stroll through the garage. We have several generations of family stuff out there and I can almost always find something. Today I found a box I had not been through before and found some great items for macros. Enough for a week or two.
Today's image is of a Giant APSCO pencil sharpener from the 50s-60s with the outside removed.
Whenever I venture into gift shops I look for the unusual. Having a soft spot for VW vans and miniature vw vehicles I had to take the shot.
Whenever I'm in someone's home, I'm always curious about what they read. Not to be nosy, but maybe I'll find something good to add to my pile at home plus it gives me an insite into their mind.
So if you came to my home, you would find these and many more...however, they will be dusty. I had planned to dust them but the light was good, so I grabbed my camera and well, you know how THAT goes....
Maybe you know one or two of these...
It was stormy today so I curled up and read....
Explore #72 - October 4, 2008
This image featured here;
Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track,
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
I suppose I've passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute
And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it.
--Joyce Kilmer
Whenever we visit the cemetery, for some reason, I wonder what would my name look like on a gravestone (?)
One day, an old man volunteered to re-paint our loved one's tombstones for us. I find his #hands interesting so I asked if I could #draw him while he is painting. Fortunately, he said yes.
As we are in the process of "working", he asked me what my profession is. I answered politely.
"I am an aspiring #painter " he replied.
"Like you, I'm self taught. This graveyard is my inspiration. Here, all dead are equal...whatever their profession was does not matter anymore. But, if you were an #artist - I believe, your work could live forever."
TITLE: "Pintor" (THE PAINTER)
MEDIUM: #pencil in #sketchbook
Whenever possible, you should take the old roads across the mountains in Norway. The views are so much better than in the new tunnels.
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