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The Terns are back at BC and it looks as though these two may be demonstrating a part of the mating ritual. However, I'd like to think the is their first disagreement... and the one on the right lost. He flew away.
Amazing to see them indulge with all type of activities throughout the day
These will soon begin their 35-40 miles per hour flying to cover 250+ miles a day of their annual migration.
Sandhill Crane Migration
By Platte River Nebraska USA
Mar 28, 2015
He stood on the edge of the world, a lone figure suspended between sky and stone. Before him sprawled New Zealand's Southern Alps, their peaks — Poseidon, Sarpedon, Amphion — rising like silent arguments carved from light and ice. The glacier unfurled its pale tongue, an ancient current arrested mid-sentence, its surface rippled with the memory of motion. The air shimmered, crystalline and unrepentant, a cold clarity that cut to the marrow.
Lake Agnes lay below, a still pool, dark and sharp as polished obsidian. It absorbed the landscape without a ripple, the reflection a perfect inversion—mountains upside down, the sky swallowed by earth. The scene was a paradox: immensity caught in a whisper, time paused on the brink of collapse. He felt the grass brittle beneath his boots, the wind threading through the crevices of his jacket—a touch neither warm nor cruel, merely indifferent.
For three days he had wrestled through the entrails of the land. The rainforest had closed around him with a suffocating lushness, roots coiling like serpents beneath the moss. Streams foamed with a glacial bite, the waters quick and thoughtless, bruising his ankles as he waded through. Thorned thickets tore at his skin with the intimacy of old grudges. He climbed slopes slick with rain, his body folded into painful angles, the horizon always receding. When he reached this place, the fog had been thick enough to erase the contours of the world. His tent had trembled in the night winds, the cold seeping in like an unwelcome thought.
But then dawn came, unburdened and lucid. The veil lifted, and the mountains revealed themselves in their raw articulation. They did not posture or proclaim—they simply were, immutable and unscripted. The glacier’s silence was more profound than any roar; the peaks did not loom so much as exist beyond scale.
Here, in this distilled emptiness, the trivial machinery of the world he had fled seemed absurd. The restless striving, the ceaseless revolutions of ambition and vanity—all of it shrank to the size of a pebble lost in a chasm. There was no wheel here to turn, no circuit to complete. Only the landscape, bare and relentless in its honesty.
He filled his lungs, the air sharp enough to taste. It was an act of quiet rebellion, this deliberate witnessing. In that breath, he found not freedom, but a dissolution of need. The lines between man and mountain wavered, softened by the sheer scale of indifference. If he stayed long enough, perhaps he too would become part of this tableau—his form dissolving into lichen and shadow, his presence no more than a pause in the wilderness’s endless thought.
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Taken at a 40s re-enactment staged at the Black Country Living Museum a few months ago. Great friendly people and smiles all round, no stress, no grief and no idiots that I saw :) A great day out for everyone, and great fish and chips as well :)
March 11, 2017
A northern flicker and a red-bellied woodpecker in disagreement.
Brewster, Massachusetts
Cape Cod - USA
Photo by brucetopher
© Bruce Christopher 2017
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“I existed long before you knew me, I’ve always been someone.” Those words have haunted me since they floated through my brain at the age of 15, as an argument against those who thought they knew me enough to judge me. To this day I still know with an absolute sense, what those words meant to me. This piece is about those words, those syllables, about their meaning, about breaking them down to create something stronger, something beyond the scope of others. I burnt my words because it was time for a change; it was time to burn the shackles and rise again, to rise above, the judgments of other people. I’ve spent far too long thinking that I needed the validation of smaller insignificant people to truly exist, but that part of me is over. I burnt my words because they are a show of weakness; they are a cry for acceptance, and I see now that they are pointless. I am not the type of girl who will every be accepted, I’m too strong for that. I have risen from the ashes of myself; my words, and in time will find new syllables to describe the anthem of my heart and the creeds within my head."
The rusty and weathered look of these tools grabbed my attention.The way they were positioned on the patio fascinated me,and immediately reminded me of two people having an argument and shouting at each other.
Für die Aktion "Orange Your City" die von Zonta organisiert und unterstützt wird, waren am 25.11.2019 einige markante Gebäude orange illuminiert. Zonta sagt NEIN zu Gewalt an Frauen! Und ich sage, Gewalt kann niemals ein Argument sein!!!
I built a log cabin bird house: two bedroom, galley kitchen, small bathroom affair. These two looked over the property, the male was not as keen as the female but as soon as the female went inside and stayed in for a good 5 minutes the male knew arguments would be wasted so he demurred and after a couple of buzz-arounds the neighborhood looked upscale enough to raise a family, they went to task of supplying furniture starting with the bed.
I spent a couple of hours photographing them from my balcony with camera hidden from sight and on silent shutter. It amazed me the tandem effort they applied in getting the job done. Most of the time they were both out getting supplies and one would wait for the other on the small perch (porch) i had built with the next load while the other dropped their load in the cabin. Other times there were assists like this one posted.
Here's the funny part of the story - This was the second round of tenants. The first couple had no coordination - the female did nothing but watch the male. The male had an IQ of 5. His first load was one branch about 4 inches long and 1/4 inch in diameter. The equivalent of trying to get a 2x4 through your front door. He flew directly at the hole and stopped short of hitting it. Turned his load sideways but since he was holding it in the middle could not get the end in the hole. After several attempts he flew about a foot away from the bird house then accelerated full steam towards the opening hoping the 2x4 would bend - there he hung suspended flapping gallantly against the hole with the 2x4 clutched in his beak crushed against the hole he kept the push up for about 10 seconds then dropped the board and flew away never to be seen again.
The wife i think in the meantime had left him for some other male bird seeing the evidence of how stupid her first husband-pick was - and that her parents were right - she could do a lot better.
Happy to report the new tenants were up to the challenge and simply adore the place. More shots of our two house sparrows to come.
Last Wednesday was disgustingly, hideously humid and you must never, and I mean NEVER get onto a bus in London in 27 degree heat. I had my first ever BBQ pulled pork sandwich which was dee-licious, and just generally wandered around. Oh, and we went to Chinatown and tried out some Chinese supermarkets which was really fun. Hooray for argument-free days out with your dad.
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these two orchids look kind of being in an argument and not so happy with one another :)
Explored, Jan 22, 2013 #182
La narrativa visual en los diálogos del cine es tan importante como el propio discurso.
Vemos a dos de los interlocutores pero no al otro. Enfatizamos lo que dicen y no miramos al que escucha. Ese gesto habla mucho: vehemencia, tal vez irritación... y luego vemos al tercer hombre; y él se defiende con argumentos y energia gestual. Es el lenguaje de las imágenes. Tú pones la letra...
The visual narrative film is so important in the dialogue as discourse itself.
We see two of the partners but not the other. Emphasize what they say and do not look at the listener. This gesture speaks much: vehemence, perhaps irritation ... and then we see the third man; and he defended with arguments and gestural energy. It is the language of images. You put the letter ...
Se ve mucho mejor sobre fondo oscuro: pulsa sobre la foto
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Now that summer has arrived it's hard to find enough time for flickr. (Is that a form of heresy?) It was a great winter and spring. Hope your summer is fun. See you in the fall if not before. -Chris
Two Hippopotamus (Hippopotamus amphibius) having an argument in a Mikumi National Park pool Image taken in Tanzania.
These two got into an argument over fishing rights.
As you can see the darker one has a pretty good sized gash on its hip.
Something like that, would put a human in the hospital.
Bears just seem to shrug it off.
They are amazing animals.
Scanned from an archived slide.
I was shooting 50ASA Velvia.
Please view very large.
Ps - John Shaw told me just to meter off the spruce trees across the river and use the mid tones for my exposure.
That is what I did and it worked great.
John, gave me my first roll of Fuji Velvia.
Before that I was shooting Kodachrome 64ASA
and sometimes Kodachrome 25ASA.
Toralei: Andreaaa, can they pleaseee come out and play? They've been in that box for months now!
Me: No, Tora, Im sorry.
Toralei: But everyone else has friends!! Do you hate me?
Andrea: No. And HHB is in her box. So is scarah. I would LIKE to keep some of you in your boxes. We will not be speaking of this anymore.
Toralei: Oh come onnnnn! Deuce said you would. And he was your first MH. He must have some-
Andrea: No. No. Now go on. Im working.
---a few minutes later---
*rustle rustle*
Andrea: TORALEI STRIPE! I can hear you trying to open that box!
Toralei: Awh, monster...
Musée Cernuschi d'art asiatique
Cernuschi Museum of Asian Art
Paris
FR : Ce grand (4,4 mètres de haut) Bouddha japonais, en bronze, est le vestige d'un temple tokyoïte de l'époque Edo (dix-huitième siècle) détruit accidentellement par le feu…
Son grand Bouddha avait été abandonné dans les broussailles d’un jardin de Tokyo…
Statue monumentale sauvée de l’oubli par Henri Cernuschi, riche industriel, grand voyageur et amateur d’art asiatique, qui la rachète en 1871, la transporte en pièces détachées de Tokyo à Paris puis la réassemble et restaure, à l'intérieur de son hôtel particulier parisien, en bordure du Parc Monceau.
Lequel hôtel, incluant ses collections, a été légué à la ville de Paris et est devenu Musée Cernuschi d'Art Asiatique depuis 1898… Les collections d’origine ont été enrichies depuis les années 50 et le musée organise périodiquement d’intéressantes expositions temporaires.
Musée d’art asiatique moins prestigieux que le Musée Guimet mais digne d’intérêt pour tout fan de l’Asie dont je suis…
La position des mains (dharmacakra mudrā) de ce Bouddha Amitâbha (ou Amida, ou "de la lumière infinie") symbolise l'argumentation et la discussion sur la doctrine, deux facultés intellectuelles justement en rupture de stock en France depuis longtemps…
On devrait donc l’envoyer à l'Assemblée Nationale, pour raisonner et arbitrer nos excités de tous bords...
Un peu de sérénité “zen” nous ferait du bien par les temps qui courent !...
Nota technique : Le grain se manifeste un peu trop à 1600 ISO sur le vieux G15 mais, en ville et sans projet photo particulier, je me sépare du reflex pour “voyager” léger !
EN: This tall (4.4 meters high) bronze Japanese Buddha is the vestige of a Tokyoïte temple of the Edo period (eighteenth century) destroyed by fire then abandoned...
Bought in 1871 by Henri Cernuschi, transported in spare parts from Tokyo to Paris then reassembled inside his private Parisian mansion (today Cernuschi Museum)
Buddha Amitâbha (or Amida) whose hand position (dharmacakra mudrā) symbolizes argumentation and discussion
So when the clouds didn't appear when I went out to shoot waterfalls, I decided to take advantage of the sun and shoot some high shutter stills. I think I might do more of this!
These are a quandary to me and I am after advice, in action shots like this is it critical to have a crisp focus on the birds, or as in this case does the sense of movement overcome that?
at "The Conservatory",.....she and I have this 'running' argument as to who is the 'cutest'..she or I ! (secretly, of course, I would have to vote for her..afterall..she looks just like me anyway LOL)
a 'natural light' portrait by "New World Photos by Ron "
"... Tendo um rumo dentro d'alma
e o pago no coração,
me sobra argumento, então
pra retratar o que penso...
Honro o pano do meu lenço
com a pátria atada na espora
nesse jeitão lá de fora
templado a grito e silêncio ..."
Fragmento de "Estampa de fronteira", de Anomar Danúbio Vieira
Pinheiro Machado, Rio Grande do Sul, Brasil