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If an adventurous snail decided to travel around the world, how long would it take?
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Si un caracol aventurero decidiera dar la vuelta al mundo, ¿cuánto tiempo tardaría?
As late I rambled in the happy fields,
What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dew
From his lush clover covert; when anew
Adventurous knights take up their dinted shields:
I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields,
A fresh-blown musk-rose, 'twas the first that threw
Its sweets upon the summer: graceful it grew
As in the wand that Queen Titania wields.
And as I feasted on its fragrancy,
I thought the garden-rose it far excelled:
But when, O Wells! thy roses came to me
My sense with their deliciousness was spelled:
Soft voices had they, that with tender plea
Whispered of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquelled.
Rainbow lorikeets are true parrots, within the Psittacoidea superfamily in the order Psittaciformes. The rainbow lorikeet or lorikeet (common name) is a species of parrot found in Australia. It is common along the eastern seaboard, from northern Queensland to South Australia. Its habitat is rainforest, coastal bush and woodland areas. They are true parrots of medium-size, with the length ranging from 25 to 30 cm, including the tail. The weight varies from 75 to 157 g. The plumage of the nominate race, as with all subspecies, is very bright. The head is deep blue with a greenish-yellow nuchal collar, and the rest of the upper parts (wings, back and tail) are green. The chest is orange/yellow. The belly is deep blue, and the thighs and rump are green. In flight a yellow wing-bar contrasts clearly with the red underwing coverts. 3780
Bergmolch oder Alpenmolch (Ichthyosaura alpestris), Eggeralm, Gailtal, Kärnten, Austria. It was just above freezing temperatures when this daring young alpine newt (salamander) was exploring the surroundings of the lake.
I was adventurous today and took a drive through parts of rural Indiana that I haven't explored before. I found this interesting old building along the way. Anyone want to guess what it used to be? It seems a little big to have been a house. Google wasn't any help. Either way, it appears that it's been abandoned for at least a decade.
Martin County, Indiana
The late evening sun casting shadows on on an adventurous tendril of grapevine as it tumbles over the back fence of a suburban garden.
Remembering a lovely and adventurous day spent wandering the streets of Hội An, Vietnam.
Located in Hoi An Ancient Town - A UNESCO World Heritage Site, the Bridge is one of the most attractive cultural destinations in Vietnam. Being built in the 16th century, this monument has witnessed numberless changes in the town.
The Bridge, known as Cau Pagoda (Chùa Cầu), was built in the 16th century with Japanese businessmen’s assistance. The bridge has been associated with a monster’s legend called Namazu, a Japanese mythological monster whose movements cause earthquakes and floods. Its head is located in India, while its body is in Vietnam and its tail in Japan.
The bridge was built with the belief of a magical sword to pin down Namazu’s back. Therefore, the monster could not wriggle, preventing natural disasters in Vietnam, Japan, and India. Hence, the lives of people in these three countries would happen in peace and prosperity.
The Bridge has gone through seven renovations over 400 years, particularly in 1763, 1815, 1875, 1917, 1962, 1986, and 1996. Some small adjustments have been made on the roof, floor, and pillars.
(Canon PowerShot, 1/60 @ f/2.8, ISO 100, edited to taste)
Welcome to Pancake Bay, it is an Ontario Provincial Park located in a sheltered south-facing bay on the eastern shore of Lake Superior north of Sault Ste. Marie, it was made a park in 1968 to preserve the unique dune ecology on this part of Lake Superior. The beach is a 5.5-kilometre fine sand stretch that lines the shores of which almost 3.5 km are within the park environs and a favorite for the adventurous looking for a relaxed but isolated summer beach vacation in Northern Ontario. Its an interesting place to take in and should be a stop to anyone passing by, especially for those that have no experience with the ocean as this monstrous lake produces almost everything that you have with an ocean but tides and salt.
I took this on Sept 25th, 2021 with my D850 and Tamron 24-70 f2.8 G2 Lens at 32mm, 1/20s, f16 ISO 64 processed in LR, PS +Topaz ,and DXO
Disclaimer: My style is a study of romantic realism as well as a work in progress
Two adventurous souls explore the icy waters of Lake Michigan in a rubberized boat near New Buffalo, Michigan.
Nikon D5100, Tamron 18-270, ISO 100, f/6.0, 155mm, 1/1600s
I call you to a contest. The goal is to "contest" or go against . . . everything you do normally. Challenge yourself to reach for new goals and to be the best--not the best against your friends, but to be the very best you that you can be.
This is my idea of "Natural Beauty" . . . just in case you were wondering why I asked you to meet this challenge for the Pulllip-Tography Maide Voyage Contest. This and the following shots are what gave me the inspiration for our little group's contest. I hope you enjoy them. <3
Always,
Paige
adventurous Kestrel..
This is the peregrine falcon's perch..
There's an old Romanian saying:
"when the cat is not home, the mouse plays on the table"
Another shot of the adventurous caterpillar wandering along the wooden table outside the Gilbert Street IGA supermarket. Note the red end is not the head, but a decoy to maximise survival.
Description in English, Dutch and German
Mr. Monster, the famous adventurous traveler from Rotterdam with Indian roots, had fled his house due to a conflict with his former Dutch neighbours. Were his neighbors really that bad or was he slowly becoming psychotic and was their violent behaviour only in his mind? He needed a break. On a cloudy summer day in August he was walking next to an impressive bridge in Regensburg. The bridge, known as the Stone Bridge of Regensburg, was built in the year 1135 and is considered one of the oldest bridges in the world still standing. This bridge was built with a mixture of limestone and sandstone and was supported by several large arches. It originally had two towers at the end, but only one remains today. The bridge connected the two banks of the Danube and was a crucial part of the old Imperial Road. Mr. Monster stopped and admired the view of the old bridge. He could see the colourful houses on the opposite bank, and the special cloud formation made him dream away. He continued walking, and the old bridge was a reminder of the tumultuous history of the city. Regensburg, known as the oldest city in Germany, had been founded by the Romans in 179 and had been under the rule of the Hapsburgs and the Bavarians. He stopped at the end of the bridge and looked at the river, reflecting on his journey. He had experienced so much since he had left his home in Rotterdam, and he was ready to continue his adventures. As he walked away, Mr. Monster was filled with a sense of excitement. His journey had only just begun, and he was eager to see what else the world had to offer. Suddenly his face turns pale and he looks back. Mr. Monster hears a deep male voice talking. He recognizes it immediately. It is the voice of his violent neighbor from the Netherlands. He grabs his head with both hands and...... To be continued.
Nederlands
Mr. Monster, de beroemde avontuurlijke Nederlander van Indiase afkomst, was zijn huis tijdelijk ontvlucht vanwege een langslepend conflict met zijn Nederlandse buren. Waren de buren echt zo slecht of was hij psychotisch geworden. Het was goed om er even tussenuit te gaan. Hij had inmiddels al veel mooie steden en dorpen gezien in het land van bier, braadworst en schlagermuziek tot hij op deze zomerdag aan kwam in Regensburg in het Duitse Beieren. Al snel naderde hij een imposante brug in het centrum van de stad. De brug, bekend als de oude stenen brug van Regensburg, werd gebouwd in het jaar 1135 en wordt beschouwd als een van de oudste nog bestaande bruggen ter wereld. Deze brug is gebouwd met een mengsel van kalksteen en zandsteen. Het wordt ondersteund door verschillende grote bogen. Het had oorspronkelijk twee torens aan het einde, maar er is er nog maar één over. De brug verbond de twee oevers van de Donau en was een cruciaal onderdeel van de oude keizerlijke weg. Mr. Monster stopte en bewonderde het uitzicht op de oude brug. Hij zag de kleurrijke huizen aan de overkant en de bijzondere wolkenformatie in de lucht deed hem wegdromen. Hij liep verder en het werd hem duidelijk dat de oude brug een herinnering was aan de tumultueuze geschiedenis van de stad. Regensburg, bekend als de oudste stad van Duitsland, was in 179 gesticht door de Romeinen en stond later onder de heerschappij van de Habsburgers en ook nog enkele Beierse heersers. Hij stopte aan het einde van de brug en keek naar de rivier, nadenkend over zijn reis. Hij had zoveel meegemaakt sinds hij zijn huis in Rotterdam had verlaten en was vastberaden om zijn avonturen voort te zetten. Terwijl hij wegliep, werd hij vervuld van opwinding. Zijn reis was nog maar net begonnen en hij wilde graag zien wat europa nog meer te bieden had.
Deutsch
Herr. Monster, der berühmt-berüchtigte abenteuerlustige Niederländer von indischer Herkunft, war aufgrund eines langanhaltenden Konflikts mit seinen niederländischen Nachbarn vorübergehend aus seiner Heimat geflohen. Waren die Nachbarn wirklich so schlimm oder war er psychotisch geworden? Es tat gut, dem Alltag zu entfliehen. Er hatte bereits viele schöne Städte und Dörfer im Land des Bieres, der Bratwurst und der Schlagermusik gesehen, bis er an diesem Sommertag im bayerischen Regensburg ankam. Bald näherte er sich einer imposanten Brücke im Zentrum der Stadt. Die als Alte Steinerne Brücke von Regensburg bekannte Brücke wurde im Jahr 1135 erbaut und gilt als eine der ältesten erhaltenen Brücken der Welt. Diese Brücke besteht aus einer Mischung aus Kalkstein und Sandstein. Es wird von mehreren großen Bögen getragen. Ursprünglich hatte es am Ende zwei Türme, von denen jedoch nur noch einer übrig ist. Die Brücke verband die beiden Donauufer und war ein wichtiger Teil der alten Reichsstraße. Herr. Monster blieb stehen und bewunderte die Aussicht auf die alte Brücke. Er sah die bunten Häuser auf der anderen Seite und die besondere Wolkenformation am Himmel ließ ihn träumen. Als er weiterging, wurde ihm klar, dass die alte Brücke eine Erinnerung an die turbulente Geschichte der Stadt war. Regensburg, bekannt als die älteste Stadt Deutschlands, wurde 179 von den Römern gegründet und kam später unter die Herrschaft der Habsburger und auch einiger bayerischer Herrscher. Am Ende der Brücke blieb er stehen, schaute auf den Fluss und dachte über seine Reise nach. Seit er sein Zuhause in Rotterdam verlassen hatte, hatte er so viel durchgemacht und war entschlossen, seine Abenteuer fortzusetzen. Als er wegging, war er voller Aufregung. Seine Reise hatte gerade erst begonnen und er war gespannt, was Europa sonst noch zu bieten hatte.
"I feel restless, spirited, adventurous.
To be absolutely truthful,
I hope to go on living as I am living,
sensually.
I have erotic imaginings.
I do not want solitude,
introspection,
work.
I want pleasure."
-Anaïs Nin
Blog Post
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Mr. Monster is an adventurous traveler and explorer who recently found himself in Amsterdam, the city of the enemy football club. He was there for only a moment due to train problems, but he was mesmerized by the landscape of the river IJ at the back of the station. The cloudy sky and the vast expanse of water captivated him, and he took out his phone to read up on the history of the IJ. As he read, he learned that the IJ was once a shallow lake, but it was eventually transformed into a river by the Dutch in the 17th century. The river was used for transportation and trade, and it was also a source of inspiration for many Dutch painters. Mr. Monster was so enthralled by the history of the IJ that he almost forgot he was in the city of the enemy football club. But when he returned to the station, he was reminded of his beloved Feyenoord from Rotterdam when he saw many locals wearing Ajax shirts. He smiled to himself, thinking of the Dutch championship that Feyenoord had won. On the train he put in his earphones and listened with great pleasure to the very sensitive coversong Mariodona about his Feyenoord childhood hero Mario Been. Super Mario has many nicknames and is seen by many supporters in Rotterdam as the messiah of football in the Netherlands. To the sounds of Mariodona, the train slowly drove out of Amsterdam.
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A city park may have some more adventurous corners... This park is situated on the grounds of a 19th century fort.
Stopped to take pictures of the bungee jumpers. I would have jumped but didn't have time... NOT!!!
Here's a link to a picture I took the last time I stopped here. It's a view from where the bungee jumpers are jumping from. flic.kr/p/FPJtJU
This little cutie is one of five adventurous ducklings recently born to an injured duck in Bushy Park pond. Mum had a hard job keeping track of them as they skittered around exploring their dangerous new world.
Update: When I arrived at Bushy Park this morning I saw a heron swooping over the pond with what looked like a duckling in its beak, but when I put the photos onto my computer and blew them up I saw it was a fish. Mother duck's protection attacks on the bigger bird have been successful up to now.
Another fun and adventurous day this past Sunday and this is how it started! A spur of the moment turn up a road and eventually it was hard to even call it a road! Two tire tracks through the forest and that was it and talk about bumpy and bouncy! There was mention made about broken axles or other crucial pieces of equipment and at one point my seat belt nearly cut off circulation! Eventually it came to a dead end and and therein lay the problem. How to turn around! But Anita was able to pull it off without either of us or the vehicle dying so it remained a grand adventure! Glad that tree didn't decide to give it up either. LOL
A healthy green creeper sendng out an exploratory shoot to boldly go find new space.
Don't mind me, I'm halfway through Series 2 of Star Trek The Original Series. I got interested after going to see 84 yo Wiliam Shatner at his live show recently.
I really ought to become a bit more adventurous at bluebell time. There are plenty of quiet intimate woodlands in the area, many of them explored and reported back on over morning coffee by my colleague Katie before I packed work in for good. I made mental notes of all of her weekend wanderings and resolved to go and act upon the secrets that had been so generously shared with me. While I see plenty of fantastic images from the more widely visited hotspots, I prefer to hide in a little known backwater where only a few locals tread. Even Katie's recommendations lie as yet untouched by my boots and tripod, in favour of the spot that I've visited with unerring predictability for the last seven springtimes and the last seven autumns. One day I really ought to try another location.
But you see the woodland without a name has it all for me in abundance. A stream runs right through the mostly beech filled wilderness, a network of small paths cutting through the swathes of spring bluebells and wild garlic. While the struggle to produce images under those watchful trees continued to mystify me, the familiarity brought by the continual visits, coupled with the way the light filters through the forest on a sunny evening helped me to begin to make sense of that eternal woodland photography challenge. The time spent within these few acres has brought some of the happiest moments or pure abandon, even when the art of delivering a compelling image remained so aloof. I recently watched a hiking programme during which our intrepid adventurer was introduced to something called "forest bathing" in the nearby Helford Passage, a practice which entails simply opening your senses to the sights, smells and sounds around you and letting go of everything else. Well you might imagine what I thought - although I really had no idea that what I'd been doing for years had a name. But if I find a group of seemingly entranced celebrities sitting on tree stumps gazing into nothingness on my next visit I will not be impressed.
This particular area of the woods also managed to hide from me for a number of years, until a search for wild garlic brought me here twelve months ago. While a substantial patch of the white stuff lay in another part of the wood, it never seemed to catch that dappled light I wanted, so further exploration was on the agenda. Eventually I stumbled across the stream into a colourful corridor white I'd never come to in spring before. At the edge of the trees, sunlight bled softly through the canopy and spread itself across so many thousands of tiny white and purple flowers. It took a couple of visits before I went home with something that I was happy enough to share, and from then the new spot became one I'd return to in the future.
And so I did, three times in a span of five days last week, each time heading to this exact spot and hoping the evening light would do what I hoped for. Each time I'd find myself waiting for as much as an hour for the light, and each time I saw not a single person in this quiet corner of perfection. It makes me wonder how on earth that narrow path even exists. This shot came from the second of those three visits, on an evening when an unrelenting breeze forced the ISO beyond where I'd normally want to take it, but the light was just how I hoped it would be at that moment.
The bluebells in the wood were especially good this season, smothering the forest floor, full of vitality and packed with a scent I'd never noticed before. But I really need to spread my wings a little next time and venture into new spaces to continue this strange affair with woodland photography; ever challenging, often frustrating, but always especially rewarding when a moment delivers a shot worth sharing.
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an adventurous pilot is giving a ride to an antique collector lady on his steam balloon boat..
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