"Hike from Paihia to Russell, NZ." The hike from Paihia to Russell on NZ's North Island is about 20 km. Having completed it, one definitely needs a rest and a beer at Russel's Duke of Marlborough Hotel. The hike is worthwhile, though, yielding views such as this. The flowering tree is a Pohutukawa Tree, also known as NZ's Christmas tree.

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I have a favorite cycling route that takes me from my house through small rural roads and back home in about 8 miles. There are so many treasures on that short loop! Old houses and barns some with silos and some without, fields yielding different crops each year, some machinery, interesting trees, wildflowers, and so much more ... #etbtsy

Biking Route

Photographed with a Nikon N75 on Kodak Portra 160 film

In this piece, the last traces of daylight slip across the Mesquite Dunes before yielding to the deep, enveloping hush that darkness brings. I’m drawn to these moments when the world grows still, and the dunes seem to breathe in silence. This photograph is part of my ongoing series Contours of Light and Silence, exploring the quiet transitions where form and shadow shape the desert’s emotional landscape.

Ritratto street - L'uomo in frack --- Solo va un uomo in frack, ha il cilindro per cappello due diamanti per gemelli, un bastone di cristallo,la gardena nell'occhiello e sul candido gilet un papillon, un papillon di seta blu. S'avvicina lentamente con il cedere elegante ha l'aspetto trasognato malinconico ed assente e non si sa da dove vien ne dove va, chi mai sarà quell'uomo in frack. --- Canzone di Domenico Modugno considerata da molti la più bella del suo repertorio. Una ballata struggente che racconta le ultime ore di un personaggio misterioso. - Rosignano M.mo - Livorno, Italia.

Street portrait - "Solo goes a man in frack, his hat cylinder has two diamonds for twins, a crystal stick, the gardena in his eyelet and on the white vest a bow tie, a blue silk bow tie . Approaching slowly with the elegant yielding has the dreamy look melancholy and absent and no one knows where it comes from where it goes, who will ever be that man in frack". --- Song of Domenico Modugno, The man in frack, considered by many the most beautiful of his repertoire. A poignant ballad that tells the last hours of a mysterious character. - Rosignano M.mo - Livorno, Italy.

When I overindulge in a giant breakfast at the Otter Cafe I stagger outside to visit my hawthorns. Every shot is evidence of another inch on my waistline. Watch for these trees. They indicate a yielding to temptation. I cannot resist them either.

Song of Solomon 5:13: “His cheeks are like garden beds full of balsam trees yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with drops of myrrh.”

The tri weekly Pittsburgh & Ohio Central ASL job pops out of Bells Tunnel and over Chartiers Creek before surrounding itself with patchy, but vibrant fall colors. This former PRR branch is a largely underappreciated gem in the Pittsburgh area, yielding many unique and different perspectives to be seen.

Despite a large contingency of businesses located alongside or within earshot of the branch, G&W has no intentions/interests in re-expanding the traffic on the line save for almost entirely all plastics traffic.

The lucky passengers aboard this exclusively First Class train, the 11.18am Skipton - Carlisle summer 'Staycation Express', have the opportunity to be fed and watered in comfort while taking in the stunning Pennine scenery as they ride along the roof of England. A lordly experience indeed!

For many of the farmers up here - in a landscape generally only good enough to support livestock, yielding often thin margins with long working hours and enduring some of the toughest winters in the land - it's a rather different story. But then at least there's the compensation of not being hostage to frequent zoom meetings, or the boss hollering down the phone. Such is life.

This shot was taken from the exact same spot as the previous upload, and maybe even the same step on the Lunds footbridge. Typically the hint of sun present for 46115 had well and truly disappeared in the half-hour I sat waiting for this one, but I liked the composition enough to give it a go for the HST.

Closer inspection just top-left of the HST cab reveals what I believe to be Moorland Cottage (in white) stood on the lower slopes of Mossale Moor. The A684 from Sedbergh to Hawes undulates just in front of it. Just below the cottage, and to the right, can be seen the embankment that used to carry the railway line from Garsdale station to Hawes, Redmire and, ultimately Northallerton.

The circa 8 mile section of line from Garsdale to Hawes closed completely in 1959, and track eventually lifted, but proposals have been put forward recently to re-open the route, install a regular passenger service, and so link Hawes to the rest of the UK network once again. I'd certainly be up for a ride to the fleshpots (or more likely coffee shops) of this rather quaint Yorkshire Dales town.

For the record: 43058 nearest the camera with 43059 tailing.

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An inbound Green Line L train waits for an outbound Pink Line train to clear the tracks at Paulina Junction on Chicago's Near West Side.

Nikon D7500, Sigma 18-300, ISO 200, f/8.0, 300mm, 1/500s

De lucht kleurde prachtig in roze en paarse tinten wat een surrealistisch beeld opleverde.

Sunset at Bargerveen. A sky with pink en purple colors, yielding a beautiful surreal image.

"Birthdays! What music in the world! In these unresting times, when nothing intellectual, economic, social, political, seems stable; when customs and traditions hoary with age are mixed with explosive elements, this oldest of institutions is not in danger of yielding to destructive forces. ~

- J.R. Macduff, Birthdays, 1893

Perfect quote for my Birthday...!

And perfect song -

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“It was all I wanted for the longest time- to open my eyes and see you there. To stretch out my hand and touch the soft, yielding warmth of your skin. But now I have learned the secret of distance. Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.”

― Lang Leav

Another of my Mesquite Dunes photos. A quiet ramp of light rises and dissolves into shadow, its surface softened into a velvet continuum. The dune’s illuminated curve offers itself slowly, not as arrival but as surrender: light yielding, grain by grain, into silence. This image lives in the space between presence and disappearance.

Such delight., blowing kisses…

A beautiful opening Rosebud.

A duo-toned Cherry Parfait rose also called 'Fire and Ice', in our garden.

It was, like all flowers: imperfect…

I have yet, after thousands of flowers find a 'perfect' one.... just like people? LOLOLOL

Still, it is slowly unfolding and yielding us its beauty and fragrance in the evening...

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So I was listening to NPR the other day and one of the sponsors advertising was the Almond Board of California. I know, who knew that was a thing right?

But almonds are BIG business in the Golden State producing EVERY almond you've ever eaten in the US and a full 80% of global supply. Over 1.1 million acres of the state are planted with almond trees yielding nearly 3 billion pounds annually and gross revenues of close to $20 billion.

But what does any of that have to do with this photo? Well those pretty pink flowers framing up this train are almond blossoms, and I'd completely forgotten about this shot until I heard that commercial! This grove is found on the eastern edge of the city of Modesto, where I was standing just north of the Amtrak platform capturing a photo of this unidentified eastbound manifest on BNSF's ex Santa Fe Stockton Subdivision at about MP 1091.4. Note that their are four different schemes (all three BNSF variants and red and silver warbonnet) on the six GEs.

Modesto, California

Monday February 20, 2017

Along our way from Fairbanks to Deadhorse Alaska we stayed a couple of nights at Wiseman, a nice halfway point, south of the Brooks Mountain Range in a boreal forest near the Yukon River. We were lucky and spotted a Northern Hawk Owl in a typical perch for this species, adorning the top of a spruce tree near the road. Hawk Owls are very tolerant and this one did not mind us running up and down the road as it changed from one perch to another. It looked beautiful when positioned before the green of the forest. Here it is in a dive, presumably for prey, but which did not end in a meal this time. (Surnia ulula) (Sony a1, 400mm lens with a 1.4 teleconverter yielding 560mm, f/4, 1/2500 second, ISO 2000)

Benedict reminds us that our health and wellbeing lie in recognition of the fact that none of us can possess infinite resource or time, and so will always need the unexpected stranger to supplement who and what we are. How do we inculcate in law and politics something of that recognition that otherness is not a matter for panic or despair; that the challenge or difficulty of the stranger, the cultural other, the sexual other, the vaguely threatening foreigner at our doors in popular mythology, is potentially gift? How do we inculcate a political morality which recognizes that these people are not going away, and that therefore our task is not to pretend that they can be made to but to work at how we actually engage in transforming our relations with them? That doesn’t of course immediately produce a magical solution, but it flags up the danger of yielding to the temptation of thinking that we can somehow will the stranger into oblivion.

-Rowan Williams, The Way of St. Benedict

The Passing of a Tulip

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The Eurasian teal is the smallest extant dabbling duck at 20–30 cm (7.9–11.8 in) length and with an average weight of 340 g (12 oz) in drake (males) and 320 g (11 oz) in hens (females). The wings are 17.5–20.4 cm (6.9–8.0 in) long, yielding a wingspan of 53–59 cm (21–23 in). The bill measures 3.2–4 cm (1.3–1.6 in) in length, and the tarsus 2.8–3.4 cm (1.1–1.3 in).

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Here is a male Red-necked Phalarope ready to pick up a small insect. It was hunting just feet from where I was sitting in the tundra grass, totally ignoring my presence. (Male Red-necked Phalarope – Phalaropus lobatus) (Sony a1, 400mm lens with a 1.4 teleconverter for yielding 560mm, f/4, 1/2500 second, ISO 640)

In case you’d like to see collection I put together from this trip, here’s the link: mykey.smugmug.com/Galleries/Dalton-Highway-to-Deadhorse

Mike

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"Come Healing"

O gather up the brokenness

And bring it to me now

The fragrance of those promises

You never dared to vow

The splinters that you carry

The cross you left behind

Come healing of the body

Come healing of the mind

And let the heavens hear it

The penitential hymn

Come healing of the spirit

Come healing of the limb

Behold the gates of mercy

In arbitrary space

And none of us deserving

The cruelty or the grace

O solitude of longing

Where love has been confined

Come healing of the body

Come healing of the mind

O see the darkness yielding

That tore the light apart

Come healing of the reason

Come healing of the heart

O troubled dust concealing

An undivided love

The Heart beneath is teaching

To the broken Heart above

O let the heavens falter

And let the earth proclaim:

Come healing of the Altar

Come healing of the Name

O longing of the branches

To lift the little bud

O longing of the arteries

To purify the blood

And let the heavens hear it

The penitential hymn

Come healing of the spirit

Come healing of the limb

O let the heavens hear it

The penitential hymn

Come healing of the spirit

Come healing of the limb.

Song by:Leonard Cohen

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Just about back to the shops, the 1900 Belt Job cruises down 11th street in Michigan City with a short train in tow. A long series of delays and hold ups proved to be a very good thing for Steven McKay and myself, yielding a well lit eastbound train in the streets. A view not often seen and will not be around much longer with a plan to redo most of their mainline in place, sights like this will be just a distant memory.

Temperatures about 20 degrees above normal (50sF/12C) for the last few days proved the magician to the ice on the lake and the snow, making it all but disappear and providing a return to the feel and look of late autumn. Watching the ebb and flow of the ice every year always reminds me of the "Old Man River" song in which human characteristics are given to the waterway. I get the same sense of that with the lake which, after doing it's job of slowly freezing over once already this year, sighs, takes a deep breath, and begins the arduous task again.

I've provided a second look at this scene, each to my mind yielding a very different feel and response. I have no preference, if anything leaning toward the warmth of the second; the first featured only because it seemed more stark and "wintry" in its look.

Time-sliced rendering of yesterdays sunset in Bremen, Germany. The rendering is composed of 200 equitemporal exposures with dt=30s, yielding 30 horizontal pix/slice in the uncropped image.

Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock, which is rigid and cannot yield. As a rule, whatever is fluid, soft, and yielding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard. This is another paradox: what is soft is strong.

~Lao Tse~

"And God said, “Behold, I have given you every plant yielding seed that is on the face of all the earth, and every tree with seed in its fruit. You shall have them for food."

Genesis 1:29

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In the land of outside city dwellers corn is not a normal fixture

but here among the tiny garden plots

lies the land of corn and fencing

three stalks were here yielding but one ear

oh what a waste of water and sun

but oh what a picture dead stalk have rung.

Demetrius of Thessalonica, or Demetrius of Thessaloniki is a Christian saint, revered as a great martyr. Images of Demetrius of Thessalonica are the most common in Orthodox countries, yielding in number (among the images of saints) only to images of the Great Martyr George the Victorious. In Western European painting, the images of Demetrius are practically unknown.

Димитрій Солунський, або Димитрій Фессалонікійський - християнський святий, шанований у лику великомучеників. Зображення Димитрія Солунського найбільш поширені у православних країнах, поступаючись своєю кількістю (серед зображень святих) лише зображенням великомученика Георгія Побідоносця. У західноєвропейському живописі зображення Димитрія практично невідомі.

Виходець із римської сенаторської родини. Загинув за віру, проколотий списами. Зображається у вигляді римського вояка зі списом. Один із найбільш шанованих святих у християнській традиції. У середньовіччі сприймався як захисник вітчизни, патрон військової справи, воїнів і лицарства поряд зі святим Юрієм (Георгієм).

На честь святого в Україні побудовано й іменовано багато церков. В українських церквах і в грецькій традиції згадуваний як славний великомученик Дмитро́ Мироточець грец. ὁ μυροβλύτης / μυροβλήτης. бо його мощі виділяли миро, а у візантійських текстах великомученик часто називається побідоносцем, оскільки більшість чудес Дмитрія пов'язані з посланням військової допомоги. В православній церкві в Україні є свято — поминання померлих, назване на честь святого: Дмитрівська поминальна субота.

Clarkdale Arizona Central Railway's trio of first generation Geeps break the silence as they cross a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, somewhere South of Williams, AZ. The venerable Geeps are almost 70 years old each and are seen taking a train of empty coal cars and loaded cement hoppers from their Clarkdale customer Salt River Materials to the BNSF interchange in Drake, AZ.

Six years ago when I first visited this unique little railroad we had camped out in the open at this very dirt road after getting word of them running a train. Unfortunately the alarm we had set didn't go off and instead we were woken up by the GP7u and GP9 (AZCR 2164 and 3413, the first and third units of this consist) dragging three empty coal cars toward Drake. We tossed the air mattress behind a shrub and gave chase in our Ford Focus and still managed a decent return of shots. The Focus was definitely not sufficient for the chase given the road conditions and suffered some damage to the suspension. This time I was better prepared and started the chase in Perkinsville, and with a Jeep Grand Cherokee, yielding a much better return of shots. Good memories...

While we were chasing the RBMN foliage train, we literally went through a years worth of weather in a single day. Hiking into the Hometown, PA high bridge I had absolutely no idea what we were going to have, and as it turns out, it couldn't have been better. As the 17 car train with 4 matching EMD's for power began to cross, we had gorgeous filtered sunlight backgrounded against the stormy skies, yielding great conditions highlighting the foliage in the Poconos. I opted for a ground shot here due to my DSLR's superior ability in difficult lighting situations, and was not disappointed.

"Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock, which is rigid and cannot yield. As a rule, whatever is fluid, soft, and yielding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard. This is another paradox: what is soft is strong."

Lao-Tzu

Taken at the Breiodalur Valley East Iceland.

The Osprey were working hard and not catching many fish. This one, however, nabbed a Pigfish close to where I was standing and flew toward the camera yielding this image. Park of the fun of shooting fishing Osprey is seeing what they will come up with. (Osprey: Pandion haliaetus; Pigfish: Orthopristis chrysoptera) (Sony a1, 200-600 lens @ 344mm, f/6.3, 1/2500 second, ISO 640)

‘Customised ‘Wafger’ by Waft Me

All year round favourite dessert, ‘Wafger’ is easy to make in just four steps. Choose your waffle (plain, chocolate or whole wheat), flavoured ice creams, mixed sprinkles and whatever your heart desires dessert sauces. A stress-reliever one!

Temptation is the devil looking through the keyhole. Yielding is opening the door and inviting him in.

Billy Sunday

The candy store has received a new delivery of lollipops :-)

Macro of a windflower's heart, taken with M.Zuiko 60mm + Raynox DCR-250 achromat, yielding a magnification of 2:1 (which corresponds to 4:1 in FF format). Full image, not cropped.

And she says:

Pray for daylight

Pray for morning 🎵

Such delight., blowing kisses…

A beautiful opening Rosebud.

A Rose, named Just Joey, in our garden.

It was, like all flowers: imperfect…

I have yet, after thousands of flowers find a 'perfect' one.... just like people? LOLOLOL

Still, it is slowly unfolding and yielding us its beauty and fragrance in the evening...

In Citizen Kane, when wealthy media magnate Charles Foster Kane (played by Orson Welles) dies, he utters the enigmatic word "Rosebud"...

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For Catholics, of course, and for Thomas Merton, not only Christ but also Mary stands as our model for the call to such participation. Thus from Hagia Sophia: Through her wise answer, through her obedient understanding, through the sweet yielding consent of Sophia, God enters without publicity into the city of rapacious men.

-Christopher Pramuk, At Play in Creation

IN ENGLISH BELOW THE LINE

Acabant'se la Segona Guerra Mundial, el regim feixista de Franco va temer (i per desgracia no fou així) una invasió aliada. Per això es fortificaren de punta a punta els Pirineus, amb una serie de fortificacions de formigó anomenades, amb "molta" imaginació, Linea P. Localment també s'ha conegut com Linea Gutierrez o Perez, potser com a broma.

Just sota Camprodon n'hi ha un sector força interessant. Hi ha diversos bunquers des del "Coll de Camprodon" seguint la carretera C38 fins al riu Ter en el punt on la plana desapareix del tot. Obviament, tot i "cedir" Camprodon, es un punt estrategic clau, ja que la carretera queda atrapada entre els cingles i el riu.

Aquest és un dels bunquers d'ametralladores que es troba més cap a dins del bosc.

A Martinet de Cerdanya es pot visitar un sector de la linea, el CR 53, al Cabiscol.

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As the III Reich was losing World War II, their friends in the spanish fascist regime of Franco were afraid of an allied invasion (which never came, sadly). So they built a fortified line along the Pyrenees. It was much less impressive than the Maginot or Siegfried lines, but at least the mountains gave it a difficult terrain all arround. It was known as Linea P, "P-Line".

Just below Camprodon there is a quite interesting sector. There are several bunkers from the "Coll de Camprodon" following the C38 road to the river Ter at the point where the plain disappears completely. Obviously, despite "yielding" Camprodon, it is a key strategic point, since the road is trapped between the cliffs and the river.

This is one several bunkers that could be found deeper in the forest, but still controling the road south of Camprodon.

In Martinet de Cerdanya, a sector of the line (the CR-53) is open to the public and restored.

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This proves that Snail Kites occasionally broaden their diet. Here’s one with a nice size crawfish. Variety is good for the soul! (Rostrhamus sociabilis) (Sony a1, 400mm lens with 1.4 extender yielding 560mm, f/5, 1/4000 second, ISO 640)

We are lucky to have one of the most beautiful hawks in abundance here in Florida and here are two of them, making their contribution to the population. This was taken at Peaceful Waters Sanctuary where there were a couple of nice snags which are, unfortunately, no longer in existence. Storms took them out. The snags helped me capture many images that I treasure and I can only hope that the great folks in Wellington will replace them with natural trees. (Red-shouldered Hawk - Buteo lineatus) (Sony a1, 200-600 lens with 1.4 extender yielding 840mm, 1/2500 second, f/9, ISO 1600).

Our last morning on the tundra we had been sitting on some tuffs of grass for some time when a Tundra Swan flew toward us, landing about 20 yards away. Almost too close! While watching the swan through my viewfinder I could see it suddenly become animated, spreading its wings and eagerly looking west. To my surprise its mate appeared in the viewfinder! They honked, flapped wings and were clearly ecstatic to be together. Internally honking and trying to contain my excitement as well I managed to get them both into the frame. It’s moments like this that make all the travel and discomfort worth it. Something I’ll never forget.

Tundra Swans breed in the extreme northern borders of the arctic. They are monogamous and both defend the nest against fox, wolves, avian predators and brown bears. Brown bears have the highest success rate as the swans are formidable and often able to defend against their aggressors or lead them away from the nest. Possibly the area where they landed was where they intended to nest.

I read that the females are referred to as Pens and the males as Cobs. Notice the little patch of yellow at the base of the bill which is unique to this species of swan. (Cygnus columbianus) (Sony a1, 400mm with a 1.4 teleconverter yielding 560mm, f/4, 1/5000 second, ISO 1600)

Clouds were thick all day yielding this Crepuscule.

Oleander (Nerium oleander) is an evergreen shrub that comes in a variety of sizes. It is drought tolerant and needs little care. Oleander blooms in late spring, summer, and into the fall, yielding clusters of brightly colored flowers. Here on the side of the street they are mixed pink and white and they are great to look at when they are in bloom.

(You may have to zoom in to see some of the changes I made)

OK, I had some fun with this and made some design changes in Photoshop from the "B" pillar back...better? Maybe? Or is it impossible to put "lipstick on a pig?" Starting with the "B" pillar making it thinner, and slanting it back some, an improvement from it's thick original size and straight up and down position. Then I made the door wider so that it lined up with the new position of the angled B pillar. The rear side window was then reshaped along with a reduced size back window yielding a wider C pillar sail. A decorative trim detail was added to the sail. I reshaped the rear wheel opening and skirt to better match the front wheel opening...I did not like it's original round opening that did not match the front wheel opening. I shortened the rear deck, maybe by 6 - 8 inches allowing the rear fenders to protrude some and added taillights to the top of each fender. (you'll have to zoom in to see that) I did that after removing the original and odd looking (IMO) taillights that were attached to the rear bumper. An overall improvement from the original, I guess, but I'm still not sure if I'm sold on it??

I surely hope this does not offend anyone at Pininfarina...you know how touchy those Italians can be, especially being one myself, but they are now owned by the Mahindra Group, and now less to worry about that, I don't think Indians are as touchy as Italians! :)

“Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock, which is rigid and cannot yield. As a rule, whatever is fluid, soft, and yielding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard. This is another paradox: what is soft is strong.”

― Lao Tzu

I’m in the middle of a chain reaction

You give me all the after midnight action

I’m on a journey for the inspiration

To anywhere and there ain’t no salvation

So you can set me free

We talk about love, love, love!

You make me tremble when your hand moves lower

You taste a little then you swallow slower

Nature has a way of yielding treasure

Shine a light for the whole world over!

Instant Radiation =D

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“When men have a longing so great that it surpasses human nature and eagerly desire and are able to accomplish things beyond human thought, it is the Bridegroom who has smitten them with this longing. It is he who has sent a ray of his beauty into their eyes. The greatness of the wound already shows the arrow which has struck home, the longing indicates who has inflicted the wound.”

-Nicolas Kabasilas

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The encounter with the beauty of Christ that shines through the face of a human being can become an arrow that wounds the soul, and so opens our eyes, allowing us to recognize him. This is what each of us is longing for, and our contemporaries together with us. We will be able to communicate this only by yielding to his attraction.

-Disarming Beauty ESSAYS ON FAITH, TRUTH, AND FREEDOM, JULIÁN CARRÓN Foreword by Javier Prades

Bulbils are tiny, undivided bulbs produced in the scape of hardneck garlic. The scape looks like a garlic flower; however, the reproductive parts are for show only. There is no cross-pollination. Essentially, the bulbils are clones of the mother plant that can be planted to produce a replica of this parent.

Bulbils, or bulblets, are not seeds produced via sexual reproduction. Scapes are not true flowers, and their reproductive parts only form partially – so they aren’t viable, and there’s no cross-pollination involved here.

Allium sativum var. ophioscorodon (Music) This cultivar was named after Canadian garlic grower, Al Music, who brought it from Italy in the 1980s. High-yielding, robust plants produce very large bulbs with exceptional cold tolerance. Skins are white with a pink blush, and contain 4–6 big, easy-to-peel cloves that are wrapped in bronze to pink-striped wrappers.