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Yesterday I took my old camera and old lens to wander around in the rain. The maple trees that were here grow tall and too close to the house. But for now we won’t have to make a decision.
Shooting in RAW allows for a lot of mistakes. Mostly, however, this is about as shot.
Preparing for tomorrows Macro Mondays Theme ........it was securely set up..........Then Accidents Happen !
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Cadavre d'une vache ayant chuté d'une barre rocheuse
De très nombreux vautours aidés peut être d'ours et de renards opportunistes viendront "charogner" sur la carcasse pendant plusieurs jours... Les Gypaètes termineront le nettoyage en prenant les plus petits os
"Holly sh*t!!" he exclaimed. As he just stood there for a while looking at the lying limp body, hoping that the person would get up again, several mixed thoughts played through his mind. "Come on dude, get up, don't play with me" he called to the lying man. No response. He came closer to him and noticed the pool of blood near his head. "Oh sh*t". He suddenly remembered the words he must have heard a few minutes ago "you nit"...or "you can't play it, noob, haha". He smiled. He lit a cigarette, took a long drag and with a calm exhale said "that pass was really good"..
Accident is new post for Unfolded store. Check credits for landmarks mentioned down below!
Enjoy your day! :)
Now that the weather is not as extreme, taking out my dslr again, and oops! But I like this accident - gives the crow a sense of mystery.
Le gros insecte est une abeille charpentière (Xylocope), une des plus grandes espèces d'abeille.
Mougins
I was drawing the curtains when I accidentally broke off one of the flowers from my amaryllis plant. I didn't want to throw it away so I put it in one of my little "casualty" pots, where it bloomed happily for just as long as if it had still been attached to the main stem - HMBT!
Avui, una tórtora a xocat contra la finestra, suposem que perseguida per una altra au, deixant la seva silueta marcada al vidre.
It was turning into one of those indecisive mornings. “Shall we go and lounge by the pool and read until lunchtime, and then head down to the beach? Or will we get in the car and head off for the day?” Neither of us could make our minds up. It’s often like this, and until we close the front door, we could be heading anywhere between fifty yards away and the other end of the island. It’s part of what makes us so fascinating, and no doubt would drive anyone else unfortunate enough to end up in a long term relationship with either of us to the edge of their senses. All things considered, it’s a good job Ali and I found each other. Neither of us seems to mind when one asks the other what we’re going to do today, only to draw a distant gaze and a blank response.
If anything, I’m a little more driven than she is, and so I made the call. “Right, we’ll go back to that place in Femes for lunch, then we’ll go and visit one of the bodegas at La Geria, and after that I want to go and walk up the red mountain for sunset” – that’s Montana Colorada by the way. “Ok,” came the predictable response. And so we had a plan; a nice simple one that didn’t require too much thought or too much driving. We’d drive up the mountain pass from Playa Blanca to the village of Femes that sits on the saddle, and the rest of the day would follow as planned.
Except that it didn’t. 12:30 we agreed was a bit early for lunch, and so we drove in the other direction and headed for a menu del dia at the place we’d stumbled across in Teguise a few days earlier. And just to make things interesting, we decided to go along the main road rather than the wine route, just to have a bit of a test run for that inevitable drive to the airport just over a week later. “It’ll be faster” I reasoned. It wasn’t, especially after a couple of wrong turns, one of which almost had us heading into the jams of Arrecife, the island capital. Eventually, we arrived at a dinner table to be served by a very harassed looking waiter, whom it seemed was working solo through the busy lunch hour. As he unceremoniously thumped our drinks onto the table and feigned no interest whatsoever in our opposing views on the inclusion of tuna in our ensaladas mixtas, we wondered who’d thrown a sickie and left him in the lurch. After the meal I was too frightened to ask for coffee as well, and spent the next twenty-five minutes looking for another establishment to replenish the caffeine deficit. The first such attempt found us hastily evacuating our seats, scarpering around a corner and tracing an elaborate circuit of the town after Ali had seen the price list. Six euros for a scoop of ice cream? Not on your Nellie!
Some time later, happily refuelled with coffee and ice cream we sat at a bench in the church square. By now it was some time after 4pm, and with less than two hours until sunset we considered the options. At the far end of the island, just another twelve miles or so away lay the Mirador del Rio, offering a classic view of the three small islands that fan away from the northeast corner of Lanzarote, while retracing our tyre treads down to the coast would bring us to the wreck of the Telamon, a long exposure magnet that lies a few yards out to see between Costa Teguise and Arrecife. Tentatively, we set course for the former, where the road rides up to its highest point on the island between Los Valles and Haria. And still several miles short of our target, as we sat at a layby gazing down at the white coastal villages of Punta Mujeres and Arrieta far below, we changed our minds again – and then furthered the endless mystery of our final destination by missing the turn without signpost that was supposed to take us to the Mirador del Risco de Famara.
As you can see, the error turned into what Bob Ross would call a happy accident. Finally, somewhere around five, we ended up here, at the lonely and altitudinous Ermita de las Nieves. Quite how often there’s ever been snow here, even at this distance above sea level I’m not sure, although I did need to put my long sleeved top on over my tee shirt to brave the last hour of daylight on this late November afternoon, as a fellow visitor from France told me his wife was very jealous of my telephoto lens. The view across the volcanoes that dominate the landscape over to the west from where we’d come was, well you can see for yourself can’t you? Even before the golden hour, it seemed evident that we were going to be in for a show, as layers of cloud allowed sunbeams to filter through and light up the spaces in between the distant cones. For an hour I watched from behind the long lens transfixed, as the colours deepened and the sunbeams bounced and weaved their way into ever more epic frames. As the sunbeams moved, I continually followed the drama, recomposing and focussing as quickly as I could keep up. It’s not often that I get to spend time in a landscape like this, and certainly I’d never seen a sunset sky such as the one we were witnessing now in the mountains. Eventually, the sun having disappeared for the day and the magic leaving centre stage almost instantaneously, I headed back to the car with an enormous grin on my face. The day of sliding door decisions had given us the best possible outcome with a sunset we’d never forget. It’s a good job we’re not that great at making our minds up, or we’d have probably missed it.
Lors du meeting aérien de Melun Villaroche, un Beech 18 s'est écrasé lors du décollage non loin du public. Heureusement aucun blessé grave n'est à regretter.
When traffic jams resulting from accidents screwed up my morning plans, I found myself at Polichno at noontime, where an unidentified Arriva GTW passed going in the wrong direction on a run from Újezdec u Luhačovic to Luhačovice. Some foreshadowing: at least it was in the sun! Polichno, 25-06-2025.
Made on Ilford FP4+ film, processed in PMK Pyro developer.
This was an accident: I ran the same roll of FP4+ through the camera TWICE, by mistake. *Duh*
I was testing my new Kodak Retina IIC (big C) after servicing it. Nice camera, great viewfinder.
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Visit: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peggys_Cove,_Nova_Scotia
Peggys Point Lighthouse (also known as Peggy's Cove Lighthouse) is in Peggys Cove and is an iconic Canadian image. It is one of the busiest tourist attractions in Nova Scotia and is a prime attraction on the Lighthouse Trail scenic drive. The lighthouse marks the eastern entrance of St. Margarets Bay and is officially known as the Peggys Point Lighthouse.
Peggys Cove is a classic red-and-white lighthouse still operated by the Canadian Coast Guard. The light station is situated on an extensive granite outcrop at Peggys Point, immediately south of the village and its cove. This lighthouse is one of the most-photographed structures in Atlantic Canada and one of the most recognizable lighthouses in the world.
Visitors may explore the granite outcrop on Peggys Point around the lighthouse; despite numerous signs warning of unpredictable surf (including one on a bronze plaque on the lighthouse itself), several visitors each year are swept off the rocks by waves, sometimes drowning.
Peggys Cove is 43 kilometers (26 miles) southwest of downtown Halifax and comprises one of the numerous small fishing communities located around the perimeter of the Chebucto Peninsula. The community is named after the cove of the same name, a name also shared with Peggy's Point, immediately to the east of the cove. The village marks the eastern point of St. Margaret's Bay.(Wikipedia)
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Swissair Flight 111
Swissair Flight 111 (SR111, SWR111) was a Swissair McDonnell Douglas MD-11 on a scheduled airline flight from John F. Kennedy International Airport in New York City, United States to Cointrin International Airport in Geneva, Switzerland. This flight was also a codeshare flight with Delta Air Lines.
On Wednesday, 2 September 1998, the aircraft used for the flight, registered HB-IWF, crashed into the Atlantic Ocean southwest of Halifax International Airport at the entrance to St. Margarets Bay, Nova Scotia. The crash site was 8 kilometres (5.0 mi) from shore, roughly equidistant from the tiny fishing and tourist communities of Peggys Cove and Bayswater. All 229 people on board died—the highest death toll of any aviation accident involving a McDonnell Douglas MD-11 and the second-highest of any air disaster to occur in Canada, after Arrow Air Flight 1285. This is one of only two hull losses of the passenger configured MD-11, along with China Airlines Flight 642.
The initial search and rescue response, crash recovery operation, and resulting investigation by the Government of Canada took over four years and cost CAD 57 million (at that time approximately US$38 million). The Transportation Safety Board of Canada's (TSB) official report of their investigation stated that flammable material used in the aircraft's structure allowed a fire to spread beyond the control of the crew, resulting in a loss of control and the crash of the aircraft.
Swissair Flight 111 was known as the "UN shuttle" due to its popularity with United Nations officials; the flight often carried business executives, scientists, and researchers
Aircraft
The aircraft, a McDonnell Douglas MD-11, serial number 48448 registered HB-IWF, was manufactured in 1991 and Swissair was its only operator. It bore the title of Vaud, in honor of the Swiss canton of the same name. The airframe had a total of 36,041 hours. The three engines were Pratt & Whitney 4462s. The cabin was configured with 241 seats (12 six-abreast first-, 49 seven-abreast business-, and 180 nine-abreast economy-class). First- and business-class seats were equipped with an in seat in-flight entertainment system, installed at some point after initial entry into service. (Wikipedia)
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We are accidents waiting, waiting to happen.
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The military truck was a good four vehicles ahead of us when it swerved and hit the center island barrier (this way while I was on my way back to Singapore from Malacca). Two soldiers were tossed to the other lane and luckily they were not hit by oncoming cars. The driver (above) had wounds all over, and another soldier lies pinned under the truck. My limo driver had to stop and help the injured; I took a few shots of the scene. My prayers to those who were injured; hopefully, everyone made it.
Life is too fleeting, live it to the fullest..
This place will remind you of the Grand Canyon of the USA.
Mahabaleshwar is Maharashtra's most popular hill station. The Arthur's Seat, one of the most scenic lookout points, is located at a height of 1340 m. It is surrounded by the deep Savitri gorge on one side and a lush, green plateau on the other. The point is named after Arthur Mallet, who is said to have sat here after losing his wife an children to a ferry accident on River Savitri.
In spite of the sad story, being here at sundown won't disappoint the romantic & the photographer within you.
It was an accidental click on my GF2 touchscreen I guess. But I love this angle! :)
Accident sometimes can be a blessing~
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Irurtzun, Navarra, Spain
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Mummy in a helmet but not the kids! No, she loves her children. It is just that she, like many Delhites, do not understand the importance of safety precautions. The lady is wearing a helmet because it is illegal to ride a bike otherwise. If she was alert to the safety issues all these delicate darlings would have been helmeted.
Now think what would happen if this happy family meets an accident?