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While photographing animals, I always try to capture the moment where they are looking deep into my eyes to try and ascertain my intent.
Am I friend or foe, when every action and reaction of mine must be calculated to a tee, unless I am just looking for photos of my desired subject’s backside, fleeing my company. For years I have analyzed my actions vs their reactions in the wild. Getting it wrong hundreds of times has provided me volumes of wisdom, filed snugly under the heading of what not to do. Some of my excitement reactions are easy to contain such as not smiling. Having been blessed with a smile that when expressing the highest levels of happiness, shows no teeth is certainly a good thing. In their world, showing teeth is a sure ticket to disappointment and frustration.
It took me a long time…years… to control my eyes, to try not to react to the encounter with any excitement at all, to go deeply into a calm mindset as if seeing an old friend for the first time in years. When considering most everything out there has better eyesight than humans, especially this human! They are looking at fluctuations in my pupils and gauging the millimeters that I open my eyes in excitement, or squint in fear. In many cases, their analysis of any encounter with a human can mean life or death. I am also blessed with internet research that can educate me their mannerisms, actions like a snort, a change in stance, a head shake or vibrating as in the reptile community. Just like in marriage, I need to know when I’m out of line!
It is those moments of soul searching, of communicating intent that I cherish. Getting the shot is like S&H Green Stamps (Really old man reference that may need to be googled by most) is just a nice little extra!
This shot of a Red fox, one of two, was captured along the Teller highway in Alaska north of Nome on 19 August, 2025.
Since I visit quite often, the deer at our local forest preserve are becoming more trusting and comfortable with my presence. In fact, some of them have even begun coming to me for help with their troubles and anxieties.
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microscopic analysis has confirmed that this is the rather rare Ganoderma carnosum ( Dunkle Lackporling ) growing on a Yew tree in Dorset
Many thanks to B.E. of the Dorset Environmental Records Centre
Scraping my memory of database design.
I think this could do with more fruit next time.
This is nice with a generous spread of butter and a cup of tea.
This yellow fin tuna was flapping on the deck when that dude came from his workshop to check what's going on ...
An analysis of the air in Altoona, Pennsylvania in the 1970’s would have revealed that the four most predominate components of that air were nitrogen, oxygen, diesel exhaust, and brake shoe smoke. Here a loaded coal train arrives at the bottom of the grade over the Alleghenies amid a cloud of that fourth component. It doesn’t seem like two GP35’s are enough to get this train over the road, but wuth the aid of two more pushing on the caboose, they did the job.
When I first came to live on Merseyside in 1999 Avon buses operated a number of deckers but for most of the intervening years they have been an exclusively saloon fleet. Lately they have acquired deckers again. Y173 NLK, a Plaxton-bodied Volvo B7TL new to Metroline and preserved Ribble Leyland National TRN 808V, frame ex-First Alexander ALX400 buses with similar underpinnings in the operator's yard.
I heard the name 'Rufous Whistler' from a passing birder's group, so checked the Morcombe's smartphone app to memorise the song of this species in preparation for a future encounter. As I listened to the recording on my phone, I noticed a bird flitting around the branches above me, but dismissed it as a Golden Whistler. I eventually realised - with some analysis mind you, as I had never seen one before - that I was attracting a Rufous Whistler. For a couple of minutes I watched as this brazen singer became locked in an intense duet of vibrato and cresendo with my phone. Stupefied, the photographer behind me and I fumbled with our cameras to capture as much of the moment as our skills and reflexes allowed. However when the female turned up I called off the competition, as I had no idea what effects it may have had on their relationship.