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"When you see my head tilt to the side and I start to stare into space. I would run. The voices inside my head just gave me a brilliant idea. Be very afraid.
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English translation:
Feeling
One is happy,
the other is sad,
he whispers: pray, kneel, make one last wish.
One is happy, the other is sad,
he whispers: smile.
One is happy,
the other is sad,
he whispers: pray, kneel, make one last wish.
One is happy, the other is sad,
he whispers: smile like me.
It kind of feels like
being stabbed with a knife,
It kind of feels like—I can’t hear you well, what?
You look almost afraid, whoa man, that makes me want to cry.
It kind of feels like that, it kind of feels like that.
It kind of feels like being stabbed with a knife.
It kind of feels like— I can’t hear you well, what?
You look almost afraid, whoa man, that makes me want to cry.
One is happy and the other is sad.
It kind of feels like
being stabbed with a knife,
It kind of feels like— I can’t hear you well, what?
You look almost afraid, whoa man,
that makes me want to cry,
I can’t stand watching.
And the other one is sad.
It’s like how a homo feels
When he doesn’t like the men,
Like a stoner looking for his fix,
it’s not his fault he can’t stop feeling tormented.
He perceives your body like it were sound,
then suddenly, in-between the two,
he reconsiders everything and counts on the fingers of his one hand
all the loves they threw,
and there will still be fingers remaining,
but that’s a thing everyone knows!
And one is happy and the other is sad,
he whispers: pray, kneel, make one last wish.
One is happy, the other is sad,
he whispers: smile like me.
And one is happy
(It kind of feels like)
and the other is sad,
(being stabbed with a knife,)
he whispers: pray,
(it kind of feels like—)
kneel, make one last wish.
(I can’t hear you well, what? You look almost afraid,)
One is happy, the other is sad, he whispers: smile like me.
(whoa man, that makes me want to cry.)
It’s that kind of feeling.
translator: frog
Buczek, Lodz Hills Landscape Park
We were afraid that the new motorway would disturb the view from this small hill but fortunately nothing really can be seen :-)
My first time seeing this species. They are really clever hunters and certainly not afraid of water :)
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Eurasian Jay (Garrulus glandarius)
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THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO: MY LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY TO BIRD PHOTOGRAPHY
If you've set yourself the challenge of exclusively shooting the wildlife in your own back yard, you might find - as I did - that bird photography is really, really hard.
It's not that reptiles are easy to photograph either, mind - but at least the ones in my garden stay (for the most part) on the ground, and one can learn how to carefully approach them with a camera. They're also clearly egoists, which from a photographer's point of view is is a great character trait: if a lizard detects a human in its vicinity, it's only interested in saving its own skin, and it won't alarm its buddies.
But birds... oh man. Over the years, my feathered friends and I have developed a lovely routine that now defines our peaceful co-existence. As soon as I as much as open a window (let alone the door), I'm instantly greeted by an eruption of panicky fluttering and hysterical shouts from my garden: "SAVE YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND FLY FOR YOUR LIVES: THE HAIRLESS, PINK MONSTER IS COMING!!! (Yes, I speak bird, and I know that this is exactly what they are shouting 😉).
Needless to say, with the exception of the redstart I already showed here, all my efforts to get the kind of detailed shots I usually strive for with my nature photography ended in complete failure and utter disillusionment. I was ready to give up on stalking the winged misanthropes in my garden altogether, but then winter came - and changed everything.
One day this past January I observed my neighbor Signora P - a kind, elderly Italian lady - putting something on the low garden wall in front of my house. At first I thought she was just putting some treat there for her cat Romeo; the young tom patrols that wall constantly (it's his favorite spot in the garden, and during the warmer months he usually lurks in the thick foliage next to it to prey on lizards).
But once I detected a lot of movement on that wall through my window, I understood she had put a little pile of bread crumbs there; she was feeding the birds who soon arrived in flocks. This was certainly well-intended on my neighbor's part, but her noble action came with a catch, and I'm afraid quite literally.
When I took a stroll through my garden the next day I discovered a suspicious amount of feathers on the ground next to the wall. Romeo had apparently switched from his low-calorie summer diet (lizard) to more energy-rich meals consisting of "fowl" (it was winter after all, so from a nutritionist's point of view this made sense).
I would find fresh traces of Romeo's victims (mostly feathers, but also the odd wing) in my garden over the following days; so my first intuition that my neighbor was feeding her cat hadn't been that far off after all, as Romeo was now clearly being "served" fresh birds on a daily basis. And although the hungry visitors seemed to be aware of the danger and became slightly more prudent, they just couldn't resist the tasty snacks Signora P put on that wall - and neither could Romeo.
It was obvious that I had to act, but talking to my neighbor - who is as stubborn as she is kind - would have been futile, I knew that much. I pondered the matter long and hard - until a light bulb went off in my head. The idea was genius. If successful, what I had in mind would not only increase the birds' chances of surviving Romeo's appetite, but also greatly benefit my own photographic endeavors.
I started to enact my master plan the very next day by buying a giant bag of bird feed (consisting mainly of sunflower seeds) from the store. Then I dragged a huge piece of a tree trunk (approx. 120 cm in height) that we normally chop firewood on from the shed out into the garden and emptied almost half of the bag's content on top of it. Signora P's buffet for birds (and cats) was about to get some serious competition 😊.
My reasoning was as follows: not only would the birds be lured away from the fatally low garden wall to a place where they were safe from the cat - there was nothing around that tree trunk that provided cover for a predator, and the birds had a nice 360° view around it at all times - but I was also able to photograph them while hiding in the shed.
However, in order for my plan to work there was one little extra measure I had to take, and it was one that risked lowering my own life expectancy considerably once the owner of the property - my mom - discovered it. You see, our shed is completely windowless, so if I wanted to use it as a blind, I had no choice but to cut a hole into one of its wooden walls... which I promptly did (I figured all's fair in love - and photography 😉).
Granted, I have absolutely zero carpentering skills, and it showed. That hole was an ugly mess: the shed's wall seemed to have had an encounter with Jack Nicholson's ax-wielding lunatic character from the film 'The Shining'. Needless to say, I was incredibly proud of my work (I mean, come on: there now was a hole where before there wasn't a hole, and it was big enough for the lens of my camera to peek through, so it was mission accomplished as far as I was concerned).
Now all I had to do was wait for the birds to discover the tree trunk. In the meantime I started to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable confrontation with my mom and go through possible explanations for that splintering hole in the wall (it was either gonna be a rabid woodpecker attack or an emergency rescue mission with a feeding tube for a little kid that had accidentally locked himself inside the shed - both seemed valid options, though I slightly preferred the locked-in kid due to the involved drama and heroism 😉).
A whole day went by, and not a single bird visited the sunflower seeds. I had expected that it might take a few hours until the first of the ever curious great tits or blue tits would show up, but given how tiny my garden is, an entire day seemed excessive. Then another day came and went: the birds kept flocking to the bread crumbs on the wall, and my tree trunk kept collecting dust. To add injury to insult, a few fresh feathers on the ground were proof that Romeo was still feasting.
It was incredibly frustrating: I provided my winged guests with a much better view - plus a higher chance of surviving the cuisine - than Signora P's place; I risked (almost) certain death at the hands of my own mother (OK, the act of vandalism on the shed I had committed for my own benefit, but still), yet the birds kept ignoring me.
Then, after three days, just before sunset, I spotted a single blue tit on the tree trunk picking away at the sunflower seeds.
When I got up the next morning I immediately realized that the loud noise that accompanies each and every tit activity had shifted from the wall to the shed. At last the dam had broken: there was a flurry of movement around the tree trunk, and I counted at least 5 different species of birds feasting on the sunflower seeds.
From day 4 onward my plan worked beautifully: the birds now indeed mostly ignored Romeo's "snack wall" and kept to the tree trunk. And yes, I was able to play peeping tom from behind the shed's wall and photograph them!! 😊
Thus, dear readers, I finally managed to produce some acceptable bird photos, and I had even saved my feathered friends from a deadly foe in the process. All through winter and spring I took advantage of my new bird hide, and in late May I started mixing some cherries with the sunflower seeds. The idea was to attract a Eurasian jay (Garrulus glandarius), and as you can see, it worked!
It took me almost three weeks and more than a few tricks to capture that clever fella, but given how long I've been rambling here already, that's a story for another day. As for my mom, she still doesn't know about the hole in the wall, so please don't snitch! 😉.
I hope you like the photo and wish you all a wonderful weekend! Many greetings from Switzerland, and as always: let me know what you think in the comments 🙏 😊 ❤!
P.S. if anyone has their own funny tale about the obstacles we photographers are prepared to overcome for a desired photo, please write it in the comments: I love such stories 😊
Gephyrophobia is the anxiety disorder or specific phobia characterised by the fear of bridges and tunnels. As a result, sufferers of gephyrophobia may avoid routes that will take them over bridges or through tunnels. The term gephyrophobia comes from the Greek γέφυρα (gephura), meaning "bridge".
Considering the possibilities for crime in city tunnels and underpasses I suppose the fear is not entirely irrational.
Follow the light into Exeter city centre, Devon, UK.
I took my first shot of this occurrence (bees drinking water) about a year ago. It was from further away, and with fairly poor light. This one hasn't dipped in yet, but the light, color and detail are far beyond what I caught last time. It helps when you aren't afraid to get really close - this was taken about 8" away. Got many more shots of them drinking, but this one just stood out from the rest.
When i was walking in our beautifull holland i saw this buzzard on a branch, he was not afraid at all and i could get really close to it. which gave me this awesome result :D
The Bee is not afraid of me.
I know the Butterfly -
The pretty people in the Woods
Receive me cordially -
The Brooks laugh louder
When I come -
The Breezes madder play;
Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists,
Wherefore, Oh Summer's Day?
(The Bee is not afraid of me, E. Dickinson)
Pordenone
A bird is never afraid that the branch beneath if might break. Not because it trust the branch but because it trusts its own wings.
Great-Tit
Would you be afraid to take my hand and go with me? I promise I wont bite or make you fear and be afraid of me. I only want Love, Love and more Love...
◈ :: WEARING
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Normally I'm a bit afraid of swans as they can be very aggresive. These swans were really friendly towards me, though they tried to attack the other people standing around. Maybe it was because I made myself small while taking their pictures. I was about a meter away from this swan.
Swans are so gracious, just gotta love them!
Don’t Be Afraid to Be Different
- Steve Jobs
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Had a delightful afternoon watching this newcomer check-out my garden. He darted from tree to tree looking for a bite to eat.
I’m hopeful someone can identify this pretty boy so I can look him up. He seems to hangout with the Lesser Gold Finches that frequent my yard.
Thank You, NJKent, for identifying this Yellow-rumped Warbler.
(Nikon, 600/6.3, 1/1600 @ f/6.3, ISO 3200, edited to taste)
Under the vivid skies of blue
That stretch wide in front of you
Rises the tower, the tower of peace
It rises so bravely, up in the East
Where it stands bravely, never afraid
Of the evil, that is now being made
Above it, around it , on every side
But it stands tall, it never does hide
Until the dark clouds they disappear
And no longer does fall, not one single tear
On the face, from freedoms eyes
That tower above, into vivid blue skies