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Whenever I see dahlias I think of my best friend when I was a child. Her father grew them in his garden. He had so many different varieties and I still remember their vibrant colours
Whenever I’m swamped by a wave I’ve always instinctively with one hand on the tripod taken the photo. It can be very disorientating when the wave whooshes round the calfs and the balance goes with the wave as the stones and pebbles rollback to the sea, but it can be the moment of most drama and if you’ve managed to stop any camera movement the better image.
Whenever another cat wanders on to our property, I have difficulty deciding how my allegiance to our cat Camille should affect the situation. I would, naturally, love to pet them all, but I don't know how Camille feels about this one yet. Today I made a compromise. Here, the cat is on the very edge of our lot; after this she crossed the street to our neighbor John's driveway (where Gracie Jo lives). I reasoned it would be okay to sweet-talk the cat as long as it wasn't in our yard. We officially met in John's driveway, and I got a few strokes in before he/she wandered off.
It is going to be a challenge, photographing this one. It's stripes aren't very distinct, and it easily sinks into shadows.
p.s. I like how my neighbor's bicycle looks on top of his car.
Whenever I take the grandkids to their Junior School I can’t help but notice these lonely benches at the junction of Crown and Trent Streets., Worksop in Nottinghamshire. They are always empty! Put in a ridiculous position, in the middle of an estate of low income senior citizens bungalows, they never appear to have anyone sitting there!
The old people usually sit in their gardens and avoid these benches. This is not the sort of neighbourhood where people are apt to take walks either.
Why the planners stick the benches in odd places like this is mystifying! Maybe it looked good on the original plans?
Whenever and whereever we're on vacation ...
if there are (botanical) gardens ...
I just can't stop looking, inhaling and photographing :*)
Whenever possible, weather permitting, Mr. Squish and I take an evening walk in the great world of nature. He much prefers to view this world from the top of a fence post where he can also keep an eye on me in case any food might be offered although I have tried to explain to him that that is unlikely until we return to the house :)
Canon PowerShot SX430 IS
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Dedicated to RHC (ILYWAMHASAM)
Wishing you all a great weekend ahead from me and Mr. Squish :)
Whenever we drive down to our holiday home in Cornwall we'll invariably enjoy some time on Dartmoor. 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 I see Goosanders swimming they seem to have a proportionately sized head, but this one seems to have a tiny head. I think this is because when you see them in the water they are like an iceberg with a large amount below the water. But this bird coming into land shows the full bulk of the body, which makes the head look disproportionately small. I just seemed to be in the right place at the right time when this bird splash landed right in front of me.
Goosanders are beautiful fish-eating ducks that breed on rivers mainly in the uplands of Britain. In winter they are more widespread on lowland lakes and rivers and are often found in flocks. There were about twenty on the River Calder where I photographed this. Their beaks have serrated "teeth" (not really teeth but they look like them) to facilitate catching fish which gives rise to the name Sawbills for the whole family of fish-eating ducks.
The name Goosander is a little odd because etymologists have failed to trace the origins of the name, which was first used in 1622 (albeit Gossander). The scientific name Mergus merganser is far easier to explain, as Mergus comes from the Latin to dive, and merganser translates as diving goose. This species occurs in North America too, where they call it Common Merganser to distinguish it from the Red-breasted Merganser (Mergus serrator) which also occurs across northern Europe and North America.
Whenever we return home to Northamptonshire from our holiday retreat in Cornwall we like to get off the motorway once we've reached halfway and cut across country through the Cotswolds. Then we can slow down and enjoy the scenery.
There are normally two practical choices - to go via Stow on the Wold or via Burford. On this occasion we chose the latter, which is a beautiful small town on the River Windrush in the Cotswold hills about 18 miles west of Oxford.
As you turn off the A40 Oxford road there is a spectacular view down what is known simply as The Hill. The town of Burford began in the middle Saxon period with the founding of a village near the site of the modern priory building. This settlement continued in use until just after the Norman conquest of England when the new town of Burford was built. It is one of the prettiest towns I know, with its stunning architecture and a wide range of buildings constructed from the butter-coloured Cotswold stone.
Whenever either Phill or myself sit at the computer, Kaiser wants to sit and watch what we are doing. And where better than high up on a shoulder! Occasionally he gets tired of Photoshoping and Picasa and falls asleep but mostly he really enjoys the movement and colours on screen
Whenever people suffered the difficulty in real life, they either faced the challenge with courage or hided themselves in their secret garden temporarily, made their sophicated thoughts within, and then find way to breakthrough again.
Have you ever own your secret garden ? It could be a real place in the world , or just a mental place at your mind, which made yourself feel safe & help you calm down from the suddently sufferings in real life.
Try to create the secret garden through the overlayering composition, it can be a place mixed with variable emotions, happiness, sorrow, hate, sadness, peaceful etc, not necesarry a subjective garden in vision, maybe just a private corner under the tree, on the meadow, or even the space between the leaves & air.. tell me how you think about your secret garden.
Whenever I'm struck by an urgent need to see sandstone cliffs, but lack the motivation or time for a longer hike (usually a combination of both), I come here, to the famous Bastei Bridge in the Elbe Sandstone Mountains. Last night, it happened again.
It doesn't matter to me that I've photographed this scene countless times, and that the many visitors have done so countless more.
I simply love this view and enjoy my stay here every time.
And when I'm here early in the morning or just before sunset, the number of visitors is also limited.
Immer dann, wenn mich das dringende Bedürfnis nach Sandsteinfelsen überkommt, ich jedoch zu wenig Motivation oder zu wenig Zeit für eine längere Wanderung habe (meist ist es eine Kombination aus beidem), komme ich hier her, zur berühmten Bastei Brücke im Elbsandsteingebirge. Gestern Abend war das mal wieder der Fall.
Dabei spielt es für mich auch keine Rolle, das ich dieses Motiv schon unzählige Male fotografiert habe und dass die vielen Besucher das noch unzählige Male mehr getan haben.
Ich finde diesen Anblick einfach toll und geniesse meinen Aufenthalt hier jedes Mal.
Und wenn ich dann früh morgens oder kurz vor Sonnenuntergang hier bin, dann hält sich die Zahl der Besucher auch in Grenzen.
Whenever the word “spiritual” is used it simply means “of the Spirit,” Something of the Spirit always has our best interest at heart and would never ask us to do anything that would not work out for our best. Such as this Ponderosa that found a way to live in the middle of all this rock.
Whenever I'm in or passing through a town picking a random building, usually a tall one and seeing if I can get inside to get some skyline pics.... ; )
A Little baby Hoglet found in our garden which we brought to a Foster Mother for the special attention it needed as it was too young to be away from it's Mother. Have a wonderful life little hoglet.
Whenever it's cold I dive into my harddrive.
Looking for pictures of sunny days.
Today I digged up my photo's of Crete.
So I'm going to upload some.
For fun.
To get warm :-)
this one came out blue coz i mistakenly set the white balance to tungsten...then i used littlemisspatricia's actions to process, plus a texture too!
Happy Monday Blues!!!
Whenever I have nothing, a walk around the pond generally gives up something...there always seems to be a vision worth stealing. Been a little distracted as of late...retirement looming...wasting time on Instagram...living life small.
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Whenever the day turns out to be a bit dull, which is definitely the case here today, I'm happy that I still have photos of the cherry blossoms on the banks of the Elbe in Dresden.
And so today I'm taking you back to this beautiful evening, which I spent here searching for appealing motifs.
Here we are again looking out of one of the trees at the beautiful backdrop of Dresden's Old Town, while the evening sun caresses the tree's blossoms.
And before you start thinking: I didn't climb the tree to take this photo. The branch hung so low that it was enough to hold the camera high above my head to get it in this position.
And with this warm and sunny view, I wish you all a happy Easter.
Immer dann, wenn der Tag etwas trüber ausfällt, was hier heute definitiv der Fall ist, freue ich mich, dass ich noch Fotos von der Kirschblüte am Elbufer von Dresden übrig habe.
Und so nehme ich Euch heute nochmals zurück zu diesem schönen Abend, den ich hier mit der Suche nach ansprechenden Motiven verbracht habe.
Hier schauen wieder aus einem der Bäume heraus auf die wunderschöne Kulisse der Dresdner Altstadt, während die Abendsonne die Blüten des Baumes umschmeichelt.
Und bevor Ihr Euch Gedanken macht. Ich bin nicht auf den Baum geklettert um dieses Foto zu machen. Der Ast hing so tief, dass es gereicht hat die Kamera hoch über meinen Kopf zu halten, um sie in diese Position zu bekommen.
Und mit diesem warmen und sonnigen Blick wünsche ich Euch allen ein schönes Osterfest.
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Whenever I'm out in nature and taking photographs I am inspired by the photographs of Eliot Porter (1901-1990). His work is so beautiful, unvarnished and pure. He always let nature speak for itself. To play around with processing to make an image more "spectacular" seems like sacrilege. Let these beautiful gulls "speak" to your soul. It's truly healing.
Eliot Porter - A Gift (Video)
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Whenever I am afield or outdoors, there steals over me the acute consciousness that I am confronted on every hand by the superb workmanship of my Father. It is as if every tree, rock, river, flower, mountain, bird, or blade of grass had stamped upon it the indelible label, "Made by God." Is it any wonder that in a simple yet sublime sense of devotion, respect, and reverence for all life, Christ longed for His Father’s name to be hallowed throughout the earth? - Phillip Keller
Whenever we have been to a pub in Polperro it has normally been the Blue Peter by the harbour. But on this occasion we popped into the Three Pilchards nearby for a coffee late one morning, and found a very warm and friendly welcome. We'll definitely go back.
The pretty little pub is just behind the tiny fish market on the edge of the harbour and dates from the mid-1700s according to British Listed Buildings. It is Grade II-listed. The pub's own website says it is the oldest pub in Polperro and dates from the early 16th century, which I think is very unlikely. But however old it is, it's worth a visit.
Whenever I'm in New England I always to try to shoot some crashing waves. Every shot is unique and fun. Even when you get hit with a surprise wave.
whenever i view spiderwebs, i'm reminded of how our lives are connected and interwoven, and in that connection, there's delicate beauty. thanks for being part of my web! y'all are awesome.
Whenever I try to remember my dreams, I always turn 'em into stories. But dreams are like life. You can't catch it with your hands because you can't catch something you don't really see. If you believe in your dreams, you could be sure that any force, a tornado, a volcano or a typhoon, wouldn't be able to knock you out of love; because love exists on its own.
Alex Blackmar, from Emir Kusturica's Arizona Dream.
Whenever we were out photographing on land we were under strict instructions never to be out of sight (and rifle distance) of a guide with a rifle, as polar bears could be in the vicinity. Here a guide standing on a high spot is reflected in a meltwater pool with some bornhartds in the background. Milne Land, Scoresby Sund, East Greenland.
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Whenever the Brown Pelicans at this location scooped up shoals of small fish, nearby Laughing Gulls would literally land on their backs (sometimes heads) looking to pick up the odd few escapees. This pelican had already swallowed its catch and seemed to be taking great delight in proving it!
Taken in Florida.
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whenever we stop in small towns I ask my husband to drive around the back streets where people live away from the "downtown" portion which can be very small in some places, just a gas station, a grocery story, maybe a post office. Most of the shots that I take are from the car, I just roll down the window and say stop when I spy a good candidate. I lucked out in Lundbreck Alberta as the late afternoon light and dramatic sky made very modest homes look quite lovely.
Whenever Nuru gets confused or she doesn't understand what the keeper is asking of her she will pull this face which translates for us humans that she needs space and let's try again later.
There is truth in the saying you can't make a lion do anything it doesn't want to, or nor should you.
Whenever I look back
On the best days of my life
I think I saw them all on T.V.
I am so homesick now for
Someone that I never knew
I am so homesick now for
Someplace I will never be
Whenever I spot a butterfly, she seems to be in a hurry to get someplace else. So, it was with a sense of awe that I was able to photograph a few butterflies on July 22, 2019 while Marsha and I paused to admire a fabulous front yard garden in Ypsilanti.
A Swallowtail butterfly, by my best guess.
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Whenever I see a raptor, more often than not, it's a red-tailed hawk! Today while driving down the road, I saw that bright white front and mustaches (sideburns?) and knew I had a happy bird day! I also see American kestrels fairly often but this prairie falcon was an uncommon delight for me.
“Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander
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Whenever I was hiking and I'd run out of things to photograph, I'd ask people if I could take pictures of their horses or dogs. I prefered the horses, but there were fewer of them, at least before 2014 when leashes were required for dogs (which they always should have been).
Besides, I was always better than photographing dogs. I had four terriers over a 44 years period, and I have exactly one shot each that was any good. As for taking pictures of dogs on the trails, deep down in most dogs' DNA is the extreme urge to chase birds.
Anyway, just after New Year's in 2011, I met a couple on Valley View Trail walking an adorable poodle mix (never say "mix" to a poodle owner in case it isn't: somehow poodle owners and the word "huffy" often go hand in paw).
Dog's name was Baron, and Baron was fascinated by the lens or perhaps it was his reflection in the lens. My biggest problem was to get him to sit and not to investigate. And this was the result. Good dog. He looks confused. I supposed if I could change places, I would be, too.
Happy Max's Monday. (My third dog, a Norfolk Terror ... I mean terrier.)
Whenever I see Morning Glory I think of the second album released by Oasis (What's the Story) Morning Glory? Released in October 1995.
The track by the same name wasn't my favourite track but I loved the album.
Here's the full album www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4XzqCrBY4I