The Black Cat's Den
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Click on the sea lions to see them larger. This actually seemed like a rather mild argument, which was won by the party on the right through nothing more than strong body language. I believe these are females because the males are supposed to be significanty larger and are apparently all in Alaska right now.
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Never get involved with a couple having an argument. I went back another way.
A scene in Epping Forest re-imagined in colour. I think lock down is finally getting to me.
A combination of several images.
Double-crested cormorants arguing about roosting rights. I took twenty photos of the squabble. I combined two of them to show the best facial expressions and wing positions.
Nach meinem Ausflug in den Stoteler Wald machte ich noch einen kurzen Abstecher zum Windpark Langeheide bei Heilshorn. Mit dem seitlich einfallenden Licht der untergehenden Sonne ergab sich dieses schöne Farbenspiel.
Ich persönlich finde Windräder unglaublich ästhetisch und ich kann sagen, dass sie neben der Natur eines meiner Lieblingsmotive sind. Wenngleich auch mit eines der schwersten, Stichwort stürzende Linien (Kamera nach oben geneigt) und Bewegungsunschärfe (zu lange Belichtungszeiten).
Bei all der sehr emotional geführten Debatte um das Für und Wider halte ich sie für einen unverzichtbaren Bestandteil der Energiewende, die wir so dringend benötigen.
Gleichzeitig möchte ich die Argumente der Gegner nicht einfach wegwischen. Ein wesentlicher Nachteil sind die Schallemissionen, die bei entsprechender Windlage in den Gärten der naheliegenden Siedlungen zu hören sind.
Wie ist eure Meinung zu Windrädern?
Ich wünsche euch allen ein schönes Wochenende.
After my trip to the Stotel forest, I made a short detour to the Langeheide wind farm near Heilshorn. With the light from the setting sun falling from the side, this beautiful play of colors resulted.
Personally, I find wind turbines incredibly aesthetic and I can say that, along with nature, they are one of my favorite motifs. Albeit with one of the difficultiest, the keyword falling lines (camera tilted upwards) and motion blur (too long exposure times).
With all the very emotional debates about the pros and cons, I consider them to be an indispensable part of the energy transition that we so urgently need.
At the same time, I don't want to just wipe away the arguments of the opponents. A major disadvantage are the noise emissions that can be heard in the gardens of the nearby settlements when there is a corresponding wind situation.
What is your opinion on wind turbines?
I wish a great weekend to all of you.
También existen instantes en que no es de noche ni de día en los corazones humanos, instantes en que los animales salvajes salen de su escondite, de las madrigueras del alma, y en que tiembla en nuestro corazón y se transforma en movimiento de nuestra mano una pasión que hemos tratado en vano de domesticar durante años, durante muchísimos años... Todo ha sido en vano: hemos negado, sin la menor esperanza, el sentido de esta pasión no se ha disipado, sino que ha cristalizado. En el fondo de cada relación humana existe una materia palpable, y esa realidad no cambia, por muchos argumentos o astucias que se utilicen.
(El último encuentro) Sandor Marai
This is not a medieval ruine somewhere in Europe, this is the Bishop Castle in Colorado. Jim Bishop has built it alone since 1969 against all odds like missing money, hard labor, arguments with authorities, brands, blows, personal strocks of fate... This really incredible building, lost in the wilderness of Colorado, wil probably never be completed, but in this case the way is a goal...
Recuerdo el argumento de una breve historia preparada por la maestría de Hitchcock para televisión. Un inflexible hombre de empresa desprecia los sentimientos, maltrata la debilidad afectiva de sus amantes o de sus empleados, convierte la exterioridad acorazada en la única realidad válida de su vida. Viajando en coche, sufre un grave accidente y queda paralizado: rígido, sin posibilidad del más leve parpadeo en sus ojos atrozmente abiertos, debe asistir con espanto al reconocimiento de quienes encuentran su coche destrozado, le dan por muerto y decretan su autopsia. Se esfuerza por hacer oír su voz interior, pero no tiene modo alguno de exteriorizar la vida que sólo él conoce, porque esta dentro. Cuando va a ser definitivamente sentenciado a la muerte consciente, uno de los asistentes le señala y grita que está aún vivo. ¿Cómo lo sabe? Por la mejilla del hombre sin sentimientos discurre quizá por vez primera una nimia, impotente, íntima lágrima.
Esa lágrima que nada dice y todo lo revela es el alma. Síntoma perturbador, controvertible, pero en último término garantía de rescate de la intimidad pasional y cuentista en la que residimos. Sin cuyas rebeldes y caprichosas advertencias no sabríamos desde dónde sabemos, ni qué y quién quiere tras nuestra voz cuando muy seriamente decimos "creo que debo".
Fernando Savater
Buscamos la sabiduría sin saber muy bien lo que es en realidad. Pero la búsqueda de la sabiduría inalcanzable conlleva experiencias dolorosas que nos hacen más sabios. Es más: la sabiduría que intentamos alcanzar en vano, sólo se logra en efecto retroactivo al fracasar. Es decir que la consecuencia produce su propia causa. La sabiduría que buscamos no es más que el resultado de intentos fallidos por encontrar la sabiduría. Las estupideces no son estaciones en el camino hacia la sabiduría: la sabiduría es en esencia una forma de estupidez...
(...) El principio del efecto retroactivo rige el mundo. Hemos de fracasar para adquirir los conocimientos que nos permitirán comprender nuestros fallos. La experiencia siempre llega demasiado tarde, post festum. Toda la sabiduría es sabiduría a posteriori, que llega después, es l’esprit d’escalier: durante el banquete buscamos en vano una respuesta ingeniosa a una pregunta descarada; sólo en la escalera se nos ocurre la réplica adecuada, es l’esprit d’escalier, el espíritu que sopla en la vertiginosa escalera de nuestras interpretaciones, el recinto sagrado de la comprensión a posteriori.
(...) Nuestra cultura no es más que el producto de intentos repetidos de limitar los daños demasiado tarde. La sabiduría crece a pesar de los pesares. El fracaso es un elemento infravalorado, si bien, desde el punto de vista estadística, es el factor más poderoso de nuestra existencia.
(...) Confiamos ciegamente en nuestro conocimiento, no porque el conocimiento sea por naturaleza sabio o cierto; el conocimiento se considera sabio y cierto porque es compartido por la mayoría. Seguimos la regla, no porque sea funcional; la regla es funcional porque todo el mundo la sigue. No nos detenemos ante un semáforo en rojo porque el color rojo nos impulse a detenemos delante de él. En resumidas cuentas, una regla debe su poder no a argumentos, sino a un espíritu gregario. No es la razón, sino los usos y las costumbres los que determinan nuestra existencia.
(Enciclopedia de la estupidez, págs. 40, 41 y 42) Matthijs van Boxsel
A lighthouse is a guidance for real, like in a building
For some reason lighthouses have always fascinated me
A guidance in your life is your intuition
As hard as it can be
As easy as it can be
It's always there
Whispering
We tend to listen more to our ego tho
Our ego always have the arguments, the solutions
Why to do things
How to do things
Definitely how and why not to do things
It's often the easy way-solutions or the more fun stuff to do
Your ego keeps on building up arguments why it's smart to follow the egos way
Be aware when you repeatedly think the same arguments over and over again
It's your ego talking, it never whispers
It's cool to know tho, now you can choose to listen if you want, either it's the ego or the intuition
I love knowing
Knowledge rules
I just have to add this little music for you, I love Pink Floyd, it totally rules :D
I haven't heard this one before.
Talking to a loved one today, while this one was playing in the background, totally made this music a lovely piece of art the rest of my day.
Como adolescente en la orgullosamente apacible Canadá durante los románticos años sesenta, yo era un verdadero creyente en el anarquismo de Bakunin. Me tomaba a risa el argumento de mis padres de que si el gobierno alguna vez rendía sus armas, se desatarían todos los infiernos. Nuestros opuestos puntos de vista pudieron comprobarse a las ocho de la mañana del 17 de octubre de 1969, cuando la policía de Montreal se puso en huelga. Cerca de las once y veinte de la mañana fue robado el primer banco. Para el mediodía la mayoría de las tiendas del centro de la ciudad habían cerrado por los saqueos. En las siguientes horas, los taxistas quemaron el garaje de un servicio de limusinas que competía con ellos por los clientes del aeropuerto, un francotirador sobre un tejado mató a un oficial de policía provincial, los alborotadores entraron en varios hoteles y restaurantes, y un médico mató a un ladrón en su casa de un barrio residencial. Al final del día se habían robado seis bancos, un centenar de tiendas habían sido saqueadas, se habían prendido doce fuegos, el equivalente a la carga de catorce camiones llenos de cristales de escaparates había sido destrozada y se habían perdido tres millones de dólares en daños a la propiedad, antes de que las autoridades avisaran al ejército y, por supuesto, la Policía Montada restaurase el orden. Esta decisiva prueba empírica dejó a mis políticos en cueros...
(Texto sacado del libro El espejismo de Dios, págs. 246 y 247) Richard Dawkins
Some of the goals of Black Cat Appreciation Day include:
Sharing the joys of living with black cats
Dispelling myths surrounding black cats
Helping black cats get adopted
Tragically, black cats and dogs are less likely to get adopted than animals of other colors due to their superstitions. Black cats are often associated with witchcraft or bringing a person bad luck if they cross their paths.
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The most idiotic argument for returning a black cat was reported by an English shelter manager: "You can't take selfies with it!"
Einstein was right.
I’ve just read a comment from a photographer who said it’s time to stop shooting in black and white. He claimed we don’t see the world in black and white and it was something only done in the past due to the limitations at the time and it’s time to move on. Here’s a number of reasons why I think it’s critical to shoot black and white from time to time, and how it can help nurture your photographic eye.
Ansel Adams, Cartier Bresson, David Bailey, Karsh, Sebastio Salgado, Albert Watson, Peter Lindbergh, Herb Ritts, Irving Penn, Daidō Moriyama, Sally Mann, Avedon – the list of master photographers, alive or dead, who saw black and white not simply as a technical limitation but as a creative choice, could be an entire article in itself. But why did they choose it?
Here are some key reasons:
1. Color No Longer Distracts
2. You’ll See Light Differently
3. It Helps Emphasize Emotion
4. The Timeless / Classic Quality From Black And White
5. It Amplifies How You Use Negative Space
6. It Highlights Shape, Form and Pattern In The Image
7. To Highlight Beauty and Skin Tones
8. It Helps Focus On Composition
So What About Color?
The argument of not shooting black and white because it’s a thing of the past is a little odd to me, especially given that color photography is not necessarily a modern invention. Kodachrome for 35mm cameras has been around since the 1930s. The far more interesting (and possibly meaningful question) may be:“Why is black and white still so prevalent today, given we've been able to shoot color for so long?”.
I still shoot color and love playing with it, but I certainly enjoy the challenge and creative push from shooting in black and white.
Udny Castle is a tower house in the parish of Udny, southwest of the village of Pitmedden and northeast of the hamlet of Udny Green, Aberdeenshire, in the northeast of Scotland. The area is generally flat but the castle is sited on the highest ground and can be seen for a considerable distance. Its exact construction date is unknown, but its foundations probably date from the late 14th or early 15th century. Additional storeys were added and a later extension, described as a "modern mansion", was incorporated but subsequently demolished. It is a Category A listed building.
Sited on the highest area in a generally flat terrain, the castle can be seen from a considerable distance. The exact construction date is not known but it was probably initially constructed by the Udny family in the 14th or 15th century. The property is first recorded when it is shown on a charter for David II instigated by Ronald of Uldney.
MacGibbon and Ross suggested a construction date of the turn of the 16–17th centuries, but the indentation of the upper floors and thickness of the foundation walls suggest a much earlier date. The main construction work of the keep is believed to have spanned over 100 years and been undertaken by three consecutive lairds; it is reported to have "ruined them all".
The Udny family also owned Knockhall Castle and lived there until 1734 when Knockhall was destroyed by fire; they then returned to Udny. Jamie Fleeman, the Laird's fool, was responsible for saving the family papers from being destroyed in the fire.
The castle was abandoned sometime around 1775 then repair work was undertaken in 1801.
Colonel John Robert Fullerton Udny inherited the estate in 1802. He had been an army officer since 1797 but retired after his marriage to Emily Fitzhugh in 1812. Thereafter he only visited the estate occasionally as his main residence was in London. The couple had one son, John Augustus Udny, but he died a bachelor in 1859. The Colonel's wife died in 1846 after which he had an affair with Ann Allat whom he married on 2 January 1854. However, the couple had a son, John Henry Udny, born out of wedlock on 9 May 1853. A legal case was heard by the House of Lords as to whether John Henry was entitled to inherit the estate as his parents had been unmarried when he was born. The legal arguments describe how the Colonel had wished to do restoration work on the castle but could not afford to do so "owing chiefly to his connection with the turf".
The Colonel died in 1861. The House of Lords had decided in favour of John Henry and he inherited the estate as "though illegitimate at his birth, [he] was legitimated by the subsequent marriage of his parents".
In 1887, it is recorded as owned by John Hay Udny and had been in the family's ownership for several centuries.
Bartizans were included when an extra storey was added in the 17th century.
A mansion house in the baronial style was added in 1874–75 to the design of architect James Maitland Wardrop (of the Wardrop and Anderson company) but was subsequently demolished during the 1960s. Wardrop's son, Hew, was also an architect and undertook some of the decorative work at the castle. He died suddenly of appendicitis while working at the castle on 4 November 1887.
In 1964, restoration work was begun on the original tower house and the mansion house was demolished. Historic Scotland listed the castle as a Category A listed building in April 1971.
I heard a politician say in a news report earlier today that we may be more or less back to normal by the summer. I really really really hope he is correct but my brain simply can not compute that information. It just doesn't seem possible from where I am sitting today, reading the grim daily statistics and listening on the radio to the arguments, accusations, and political point scoring. But who knows, lets give that optimistic politician the benefit of the doubt and so I present a little bit of Summer Freedom. We all need some pink clouds in our lives.
Die aufgrund von Corona zunehmende Freizeit und das überragende Wetter sind eigentlich Argumente genug um der heimatlichen Natobahn diverse Besuche abzustatten um Fotostellen "abzuarbeiten". Leider ist der von Keolis betriebene RE 78 mal wieder im SEV, sodass sich ein Ausflug überhaupt nicht lohnt. Grund hierfür ist der Corona Notfahrplan, wobei mir hier die Logik fehlt: Statt eines fünfteiligen Flirt dürften die - zugegeben wenigen - Fahrgäste in einem etwa 12 Meter langen Bus platz nehmen...
Für die Fahrdienstleiter gestaltet sich der Arbeitstag somit noch langweiliger. Mit zwei Zügen pro Schicht sind sie derzeit schon gut dabei...
Am 15.04.2020 stand aber eine Sonderleistung auf dem Plan, die mich ohne zu überlegen nach Estorf lockte. Es sollte ein Messzug von Minden nach Hamburg verkehren. Als Zuglok war 120 105 geplant, welche für ein paar Tage von DB Fernverkehr an DB Systemtechnik ausgeliehen wurde und top im Lack war. Um 08:30 Uhr erreichten wir Estorf und fanden einen Bautrupp der DB vor. Fünf Arbeiter haben etwas Schotter ins Ausweichgleis geschippt, dann fuhren sie glücklicherweise wieder weg.
Nachdem der Fdl befragt wurde hieß es warten...
Die Planzeit war längst vorbei und das Licht wurde langsam schlechter, da kam der Fdl raus und rief uns zu: "Messzug ab Minden!" Na endlich! Etwa 35 Minuten nach seiner Meldung kurbelte er dann den BÜ runter und stellte die Signale auf Fahrt. Um 10:32 Uhr bog die blitzeblanke 120 105 dann ums Eck. Am Haken hatte sie den #Seeitnovo Messzug, welcher zur UFD nach Hamburg-Eidelstedt sollte. ST 92498 Minden (Westf.) - Hamburg-Eidelstedt (+82) nannte sich das ganze Gespann. Zwei Tage später wurde die Lok wieder an DB Fernverkehr zurückgegeben.
So we had this argument, Olymp and his Master. 'Nope', I said. 'You've not got it right yet! What you show me is red not crimson! Even I, with a mere human eye of flesh and blood, can see that!' 'Oh, Master! don't be hard on me. The Sun is so bright and though I'm a finely attuned machine... Your human eye is so much sharper and susceptible to color than mine. My ISO gets no better than this.' I again: 'Of course, Sweet Olymp! I shouldn't have spoken so harshly! You do record so well. And I shouldn't demand more than you can give... Moreover, you performed so well yesterday with that purple!'
But, dear Flickrite! it is true: this red is red but not nearly as dark, crimson red as what Olymp and I saw in nature.
Brief disagreement, and seemingly over quickly, between a Black-capped chickadee (in air) and a Dark-eyed junco (perched).
Couldn't pass up a slightly almost-sunny day!
Thanks for your comments,
An argument in my living room that gets out of hand.
I absolutely do not tolerate this.
I have to stop them before it's too late.
Two little cockles having an argument...
For Macro Mondays theme 'Closed'.
No cockles were harmed in the making of this photograph.
– Neil Sedaka
I know this is corny but I love Christmas. It is such a magical time of the year. I know some would disagree with me. Their argument, it is crowded, commercialized and people are cranky. Perhaps.....but, everything is in perspective. Let me explain....yes, I have been alone and sad on Christmas. I have felt times where buy buy buy commercials have frustrated me. Moments where if I got hit by one more person and their rushing cart, that I might lose it. Trust me, I too have been there. But I started to realize, I could either focus on the bad, or the good. Instead of wallowing in self pity because I am alone on Christmas, I can instead go to the local church parish or nursing home and see if anyone needs anything. Someone else is surely lonely too and needs a tender word or a small gift to cheer them. When we see past our own circle around us we tend to see things a little differently. You can truly have your own "Christmas Carol" experience if you only soften your heart. Allow the real magic of Christmas to envelope you this year, see where it takes you. It will be an adventure you won't soon forget.
100 x Scenery 90/100
An elephant roadblock first thing in the morning; gotta love Africa. Below, an extract from my Journal of this day:
This morning I ate breakfast with Mary and Joe, while Owner cooked for us and waited on tables. Mary said she couldn’t understand a word the man says, and besides, what religion was he? As it happens, I knew Owner belongs to the Zion Christian Church, he wears an insignia on his uniform. Mary didn’t believe me, she had never heard of the ZCC and she hadn’t seen any churches. We had the makings of an argument before we’d had our eggs. Joe said nothing.
Right out of the camp we came upon a family of 8 elephants (see the above photo) which should have been a good start to the day. Mary didn’t want to see elephants, she wanted to see lions. In the next couple of hours we saw impala, lechwe, kudu, tsessebe, warthogs, giraffe and birds, but no lions.
Owner read his new guests really well, he drove past the animals and said nothing unless I asked a question or requested we stop for a photo. Mary again said she couldn’t understand anything Owner said and insisted I “translate” for her. She was the quintessential ugly American and I felt embarrassed for her. Joe said nothing.
Around 10:30 we stopped for refreshments, Mary said she felt the morning was wasted, and asked me if it was always like this. I said game drives were 90% searching and 10% excitement, and yes this was a typical game drive. What I didn’t say was that for me it’s 90% excitement and 10% off the Richter Scale.
Owner confided that two lions had recently passed our way and he was tracking them, but not a word to Mary.
Art Quote of the Day
Any authentic work of art must start an argument between the artist and his audience.
Rebecca West
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Sincerely yours
Sunny
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Geese have their little territorial argument, and the result is a virtuosic aquatic ballet scene.
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One of my doctoral students (he was from Africa, incidentally) asked me once why I had flowers in the house. His argument was that a 'home', as a human space, was opposed to the non-human space that surrounded it, namely nature, and that the other living things of nature (flowers, dogs, cats etc.) had no place in a home. I was perplexed because his argument had and still has some force. Agapanthus blossom, taken with the Samyang 2/135 at approx. F16 plus a 16mm macro extension tube.
1 of 4 involved in a territorial dispute...fun to watch the arguments...Marsh Hide at Baron's Haugh NR
When I were a lad there was a man with a horse and cart and the man used to stop in the street where I grew up shouting 'any old iron'. This old Iron escaped his attention and belonged to my gran. Judging by the weight of it this explains why gran had arms like steel girders and never lost an argument with grandad :-)
Canon PowerShot SX430 IS
f/3.5
1/30
4 mm
ISO 200
Dedicated to RHC (ILYWAMHASAM)
HCT 😄
"just a little bit left of center."
I am reminded of four definitions: A Radical is a man with both feet firmly planted— in the air. A Conservative is a man with two perfectly good legs who, however, has never learned to walk forward. A Reactionary is a somnambulist walking backwards. A Liberal is a man who uses his legs and his hands at the behest-at the command — of his head :-)
Franklin D. Roosevelt, 1939
HSS!! Truth Matters! Character Matters!
camellia, 'Yuletide', little theater garden, raleigh, north carolina
As I was photographing the Boulder County Courthouse (shown in the first comment below), a couple walked in front of me. The guy seemed to start a argument with his girlfriend, but instead he dropped to one knee and raised a ring...he was proposing. She seemed momentarily stunned, but then squealed "yes, yes, yes."
They embraced amid more "Yes, yes", and he stayed on that knee all the while! Hopefully, they will always be as happy and excited with each other for many years to come.
No me gusta que se acabe el verano. Llevamos cinco días de otoño y ya estoy para el arrastre....y cada día que pasa peor ¡¡ y no te digo el día que cambien la hora ¡¡ Entonces a morir por dios ¡ caput ¡
Yo creo que es una mezcla de desesperanza, de fatiga y de vagancia.
De pronto nada te interesa y te entra un desinterés casi enfermizo.
El otoño es como una película sin argumento.....como que ya la has visto mil veces....y la vuelves a ver por última vez y todo te parece extraño y confuso.
No hace falta que me crucifiquéis....pero podéis dejar vuestra opinión que será tenida muy en cuenta.
Dedicada a mi buen amigo www.flickr.com/photos/antoni_gallart_vilarrasa/ por ser tan formal y obediente en su reciente visita a León.
Kleine discussie tussen twee spelende kinderen op een pleintje in Kroatië. Dertig seconden later waren ze weer dikke vrienden.
Vilanova Grand Marina.
Vilanova i la Geltrú has one of the most attractive ports in Europe. The Vilanova Grand Marina - Barcelona has been designated the 10th most beautiful port of the Old Continent by the Italian portal Marcopolo TV. The arguments that have raised him to this position are his specialization in superyachts, his location next to Barcelona and at the foot of the Garraf Natural Park and its services of cutting-edge technology.
Vilanova i la Geltrú cuenta con uno de los puertos más atractivos de Europa. La Vilanova Grand Marina – Barcelona ha sido designado el 10º puerto más bonito del Viejo continente por el portal italiano Marcopolo TV. Los argumentos que le han alzado hasta esta posición son su especialización en superyates, su ubicación próxima a Barcelona y a los pies del Parque Natural del Garraf y sus servicios de tecnología punta.