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The Z CHIDEN3 19 is blazing a trail westbound from a line of intense high precipitation thunderstorms with 1” hail located over Fort Morgan to Akron, CO on Thursday June 21st, 2024 at 6:54pm. A spirited chase from Akron to Corona yielded some dramatic scenes on the Akron and Brush Subdivisions.
The fall composite I posted just prior to this shows how similar the adult male plumage is despite the season. I think the best way to tell if an image is of a spring male is to look at the beak. In spring it is black and it lightens to a more brownish color in the fall. Many warblers exhibit changes in beak coloration between seasons. The other difference is the fall bird has more olive feathering in the posterior crown.
This bird was found by hearing it sing in an overground farm field while driving slowly to a forest service road that ascended into some Kentucky hills full of breeding Ceru1ean warblers. Driving slow with open windows with habitat in mind can yield unplanned spring delights!
The Tree That Would Not Yield.
In a world of straight lines and erected barriers, this tree chose the curve, the patience, the quiet strength. It did not yield. It grew through the obstacle, embracing the fence without ever abandoning its path. A silent lesson in resilience—the slow triumph of the living.
L’arbre qui refusait de se plier.
Dans un monde de lignes droites et de barrières dressées, cet arbre a choisi la courbe, la patience, la force tranquille. Il n’a pas cédé. Il a grandi à travers l’obstacle, épousant la clôture sans jamais renoncer à sa trajectoire. Une leçon silencieuse sur la résilience, la lente victoire du vivant.
Two stacked images of the Moon in different phases blended together in Photoshop to give a 3 D effect.
Each night a stack of 20 frames was taken. Stacking seems to yield a less noisy "deeper" colour palette that withstands boosting a lot better if that makes sense.
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Sign viewed at an artist's display
Fletcher Fall Festival (Oklahoma)
Artist: "Art of Lewisone."
February 2nd 2019 yielded a wonderful combination of circumstances. A superb winter's day and a unique locomotive pairing of "Mayflower" and "British India Line" with the Winter Cumbrian Mountain Express. Here the train is accelerating past Birkett Common after a hold up at Kirkby Stephen. There was some nervousness about whether the train would arrive before the line was overwhelmed by the advancing shadows, but all was well. It's hard to believe that there are 50 or more people lined up behind the foreground wall! Good to see many old friends and acquaintances today.
Droplets from a kitchen faucet with a portable dishwasher attachment fitting.
It took a little finessing of the valve to get a decent drip from the faucet, and quite a few pictures to get a shot I liked. I got three streams going for an earlier batch, but was unable to duplicate that for the batch that yielded this picture.
One of several White-rumped Sandpipers flapping its wings and showing its white rump. It is the first time I had the opportunity to photograph this species. On the NE side of the slough there is a small kind of 'beach' which has yielded good shorebirds this year. Today there was a mixed flock of around 40 Stilt, Semipalmated and White-rumped sandpiper. Lots of foraging and aggressive behaviour, even between species. The black spots on the water are midge cases. Dale took a handful of mud and water and there were also a number of small worms. Seems to be a super productive spot. No wonder it is so popular. Brown slough, Condie, Saskatchewan, Canada. 27 May 2022. The only place to photograph from is the road, which is raised around 3 meters above the beach/water so one cant get a nice smooth background.
"Once the herd starts moving in one direction, it's very hard to turn it, even slightly." ~ Dan Rather
Okay...one more of the bison as we captured them traveling down the middle of the road....it was brutally cold & snowing, and I just loved the way they looked with the frost & snow covering their faces....definitely one of those moments that you just have to yield to the herd and let them move along at their own pace :-)
Have a great Wednesday....busy week, so I will try to catch up with everyone later...many thanks for all your visits & comments!!!!
Austin, TX - October 2011
Dedicated to my dad... he'd be 85 today, and will always be my hero and best friend. He was taken 39 years ago. Miss you dad!
A morning visit to Green Bay & Western’s yard in Green Bay, Wisconsin yields a nice overview of the facility, but no activity. There’s an RS11 in the servicing area, and a Century in the shops. Former Saint Paul Union Depot 44-tonner 441, now in the National Railway Museum, is on the far left.
A foraging Wing-banded Hornero is reflected in a small watercourse: a favoured habitat of this species, per eBird. The location was near the Rio Macacu in Rio de Janeiro State, Brazil. I got this rewarding perspective by crouching low, a technique in bird photography that often yields pleasing results due to a more intimate vantage point than to be had by standing up and pointing down.
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Point Pleasant Beach, New Jersey, USA
Adult Least Tern feeding the youngster on the fly.
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Nikon Z9 camera with Nikon 500mm f5.6 E PF lens
1/2000 F8 ISO 280
For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.
Hebrews 12:11
Hello Flickr World--- I am really running late today--but I finally got my picture posted---catch up with you guys later today---have a great day--and as always -I appreciate the visits!
It's been rather hot on the south coast lately. So it was nice to take a walk in the countryside, where it was a little cooler.
A photographic recreation of the famous Yeats painting of the Liffey swim yielded an opportunity to photograph these former winners of the famous race. Race is held annually on the River Liffey, not for the faint hearted as the river can be quite dirty depending on the tide. The fire service hose them down after the race. They have to swim a number of qualifying outdoor sea races to qualify. Family and friends cheer them along as the swim under the bridges and through the city to The Customs house. Holga camera HP5 film developed in Rodinal.
this painted turtle would not yield his position on the trail as he seemed quite content under the tree canopy
(Explored June 7, 2023 # 242)
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Golden hour in this very famous spot in the Dolomites. It is truly the classic postcard of an enchanted place while enjoying the last warm rays of the sun.
Amidst the vast, rolling plains of the Midwest, a weathered and forgotten farmhouse stands as a relic of a bygone era. Its desolation is a haunting testament to the passage of time, where the once vibrant colors of its paint have now succumbed to the relentless assault of nature. The cracked and peeling facade, reminiscent of a psychedelic mural gone awry, tells tales of forgotten dreams and lost aspirations.
The structure, leaning precariously as if weary from bearing witness to years of changing seasons and unforgiving weather, casts eerie shadows that dance in the fading light of dusk. The porch, once a welcoming threshold, now hangs onto its last vestiges of existence, a skeletal reminder of the life that once thrived within these weathered walls.
A sense of abandonment pervades the air, as if the spirits of the past occupants linger, whispering echoes of laughter and the toil of hard work. The overgrown vegetation, reclaiming the land it once yielded to human hands, adds to the surreal aura of neglect and isolation.
In this frozen moment captured by the lens, one can almost hear the distant echoes of Hunter S. Thompson's voice, a raspy whisper on the winds of time, speaking of forgotten dreams, lost hope, and the relentless march of progress that left this once bustling abode to fade into the annals of history.
Our first week in the high country this autumn didn’t yield much in terms of color… but that would change dramatically with incoming cold fronts. The sun didn’t seem to care about any of that here at the Cowee Mountains Overlook at Milepost 430 along the Blue Ridge Parkway. Pronounced coe-we, Cowee is a derivative of a Cherokee word meaning ‘place of the Deer Clan.’ There was once a thriving Cherokee settlement here. This is my favorite most any time of day because of the cascading mountains, a 180° field of view, and an overlook that is not overgrown and obstructed. But be prepared… there will be scads of people crowding the place at sunset. Lots of photographers, too. As a rule, I don’t get too chummy with them, as they’re quite like golfers… the conversation among golfers is golf, golf, golf. Get here early. Perhaps I should think twice about such posts as this… too many folks are finding out about it!
Once, while photographing a sunset, someone nearby stated, “What’s the big deal? It’s just another sunset.” I wonder what his thoughts might have been here. There is a fringe of color near where I’m standing here, quite sympathetic with the sunset. I’m happy with that.