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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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One more shot of the American Flamingo, Phoenicopterus ruber from my recent trip down to Florida and visit to the Homosassa Springs State Park.
Four days after I took the B&W shot I returned to the park determined to watch the flamingos for a bit with the camera mounted on a tripod and gimbal mount. They're funny how they all sit quietly as if to appear asleep, then suddenly, they all start having arguments and prance about displaying their feathers. This goes on for a bit, then as quick as it started, it ends and they all settle back down. Fun to watch and out of it came this shot! This feather study is what I was after and it's been in my head since my first visit back in 2017. Even looks good in color! :)
You are my small green friend
You are always available for admirations or arguments
Shivering in the wind like an old human
Hoping for sunlight to fall across your many bumpy shoulders
As you lift up the weight of worlds.
Some humans think that plants grow stronger and faster
When they are spoken to in a gentle voice
With love and with a touch of acknowledgement
They are the only ones who can keep all your secrets
And still manage to survive
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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.
I’m at that stage of my life where I keep myself out of arguments. Even if you tell me 1+1=5 you’re absolutely correct, enjoy.
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Ansel Adams would slap a red filter on his lens, then spend three days burning and dodging in the dark room, making his prints. That’s a manipulation. Even the photographs of Henri Cartier-Bresson, with all due respect to him, are notoriously burned and dodged :-)
Joel Sternfeld
HPPT!! Truth Matters! Lies have consequences!
many petalled star magnolia, 'Chrysanthemumiflora', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
Winter is drawing to end and spring is in the air!
In the avian world this means three things., breeding plumage., 'wooing' a partner., and conflict
The hormones are 'racing' and even when it comes to who sits where on the stick an argument is likely to occur
And it all makes for highly entertaining photography!!
A day at Speakers' Corner in Hyde Park, London. A place for free speach and argumentation.
These two were very passionate about their religious arguments, but it was a much friendlier discussion than what it seems.
Lots of photos of that day at: aleadamphotos.wordpress.com/2016/09/10/a-day-at-speakers-...
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
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.
This morning I was late to the dining room, everybody from my party were already seated when I arrived. I was ushered to a table at the far end of the dining room. I asked to be seated with my party, but this was not possible, I had to sit at the allocated table. Foolishly I pressed my argument, then it dawned on me, I was in some Chinese version of Fawlty Towers and this woman was Manuel in drag. It was pointless to argue.
The toaster worked, they provided soup bowls for the toast, a novel innovation I thought. The bacon was real and the eggs almost speedy.
Outside the day was misty. We took a bus to a wharf on the Li River for a scenic cruise past some of the most spectacular mountain scenery in China. Jennifer, our guide, said the mist would add soft light to our photos, so we should not be despondent.
The plan was to cruise 3½ hours through impressive gorges and tranquil farming villages to the town of Yangshou. There we'd explore the cobblestone streets, experience the local life and do some bargain shopping in the colourful markets before returning to Guilin by road in the late afternoon. It all sounded too good to be true, and so it was.
This photo was taken a short time after we left Guilin, the mountains were spectacular, this landscape on a sunny day would have been amazing.
"Ha intentado hacerse indiferente a los sentimientos mediante la razón, que es como intentar convencer con palabras y argumentos a un paquete de dinamita de que no explote”
"La mujer justa" de Sándor Márai
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.
Los Caños de Carmona son un acueducto romano, posteriormente reconstruido por los almohades, que abasteció de agua a Sevilla (Andalucía, España) hasta 1912.
La conducción comenzaba en Alcalá de Guadaíra, donde era subterráneo. Posteriormente, había un canal al aire libre. A las afueras de la ciudad, cerca de la Cruz del Campo, estaba conformado como un acueducto sobre arcos que finalizaba en la Puerta de Carmona. Fue reconstruido para abastecer de agua el Real Alcázar de Sevilla, fortificación del gobernadores y reyes musulmanes y cristianos, y por concesión de los reyes a las fuentes distribuidas por la ciudad y las casas y conventos que habían recibido un donadío del rey.
En 1908 fueron derribados los arcos que iban desde la ciudad hasta el Tagarete. En 1910 fue redactado un plan para derribar los arcos de la calle Oriente, actualmente llamada Luis Montoto. La Real Academia de Bellas Artes de San Fernando envió a Rodrigo Amador de los Ríos para que informase de la importancia de la construcción. Descubrió restos romanos y árabes, aunque no tenía la importancia de otros acueductos españoles, y dictaminó que la obra podía hacerse conservando solamente algunas zonas. Los miembros de la Comisión de Monumentos Históricos y Artísticos de la Provincia de Sevilla aprobaron la realización de la obra y el vicepresidente, José Gestoso, informó a favor argumentando que: "ni todo lo antiguo por el mero hecho de serlo entraña importancia e interés para la historia, para la arqueología y para el arte, ni puede sostenerse el criterio de anteponer a verdaderas necesidades de higiene y a exigencias justas y razonables de urbanización el abolengo más o menos remoto de vulgares construcciones". Tras esto, realizaron un informe en contra los siguientes miembros de la Real Academia de la Historia, presidida entonces por Marcelino Menéndez Pelayo: José Ramón Mélida, Fidel Fita y Enrique de Aguilera y Gamboa, XVII marqués de Cerralbo. La parte de la calle Oriente fue derribada en 1912. Otra zona se conservó por ser del cerramiento de la Huerta de la Alcantarilla de las Madejas, de titularidad privada.[cita requerida] Posteriormente, fue expropiada a Borrero Blanco[cita requerida] y quedó incluida en el Puente de la Calzada, diseñado por Félix Ramírez Doreste en 1926 sobre el ferrocarril, que fue finalizado en 1929. El puente fue derribado en 1991 y se conservó esta parte, en el cruce entre las calles Luis Montoto y las calles Juan Antonio Cavestany, José María Moreno Galván y Amador de los Ríos .
Entre 1964 y 1966 se derribó una parte de la arquería realizada en el siglo xix.
Quedan restos de las conducciones subterráneas en los alrededores de Alcalá de Guadaíra. También hay algunos pozos del trazado subterráneo entre Alcalá, el polígono industrial La Red y el barrio de Torreblanca.
Frente al número 28 de la calle Luis Montoto hay una arquería doble, del siglo xii, que fue restaurada en 1951 y 1982.
En el cruce entre la calle Luis Montoto y las calles Juan Antonio Cavestany, José María Moreno Galván y Amador de los Ríos hay una arquería que formó parte del puente de la Calzada entre 1929 y 1991. En ella está la imagen de la Virgen de las Madejas.
Frente al número 10 de la calle Cigüeña, en el barrio de los Pajaritos, hay cinco arcos de ladrillo de comienzos del siglo xix.11
De la conducción de la Buhaira se conservan 33 arcos completos y restos de otros.
En el barrio de Santa Cruz, se conservan las cañerías que transcurren por el callejón del Agua, desde la plaza de Refinadores hasta la Torre del Agua del Alcázar.
Sevilla, España
Fortunately, I don't always have to go far to photograph birds. My sister lives just outside Utrecht in a divine location, where it flutters and croaks continuously. Every spring, more and more storks come to nest, and they regularly look down on us with satisfaction from the chimney as we sip a beer on the terrace. We regularly hear tawny owls (unfortunately the long-eared owls have not been sighted for a number of years), and there seem to be badgers that use the facilities of the local swimming pool every night without paying.
There is a very noisy heron colony. At the beginning of spring, the fight for the best nesting places begins, and later in the breeding season the young croak, squeak and burp for attention, because they need as much food as possible, preferably right away.
At the end of the breeding season there has been (I think) a change in the boys and girls behavior. They can now fly and they now stand in places outside the nest, often on branches, or like here on the ground, and it seems that they can no longer stand each other. They stand opposite each other for minutes, screeching and flapping their wings. I wonder if this was the prelude to the family breaking up, and whether they will now gradually go their own way. Who knows, can say so.
merci à parée erica pour la texture Stony Grunge flic.kr/p/5NEQcS
Fleuves - Hanter dro youtu.be/wAEhB4u2OKY
Avec de magnifiques arguments, Locronan est entré dans les clubs très fermés des "petites cités de caractère" et des "plus beaux villages de France". on le comprend rapidement pourquoi en découvrant, à pied, les superbes demeures qui rayonnent autour de la belle place centrale et de son puits.
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– 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.
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Foto de mi amigo Escai que me ha prestado para hacer el su procesado distinto y luego pasarnos la info del como lo hemos hecho. Me parece divertidisimo.
Asi que si alguien se anima ya sabéis...sin problemas.
Escai la foto es muy buena.
Se que la foto es de Galicia, el podrá argumentar mas sobre el sitio.
Tengo problemas con mis horarios y no se si podre estar mucho por aquí para ver vuestras fotos, si es así disculpad.
Os dejo su link:
The Squirrel
A squirrel to some is a squirrel,
To others, a squirrel's a squirl.
Since freedom of speech is the birthright of each,
I can only this fable unfurl:
A virile young squirrel named Cyril,
In an argument over a girl,
Was lambasted from here to the Tyrol
By a churl of a squirl named Earl.
-- Ogden Nash
Geese have their little territorial argument, and the result is a virtuosic aquatic ballet scene.
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This Eurasian Magpie was standing on the fence, with another one in the Poplar above it. They seemed to be having a conversation when, all of a sudden, this bird became quite agitated :)
This was one of those reflex shots. These two, what I think are Palm Warblers, suddenly flew out of a tree and had a second or two of arial argument. I’ve tried hard to identify the bird and have come up with our most common warbler, the Palm. But I invite you birders out there to correct me if I’ve mis-identified it. Thanks. (Setophaga palmarum) (Sony a1, 200-600 lens @ 362mm, f/6.3, 1/3200 second, ISO 1250)
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 :-)
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Dedicated to RHC (ILYWAMHASAM)
HCT 😄
It started with a careless squawk, and now they barely talk.
Arara Azul / Blue Macaw, Pantanal, Mato Grosso do Sul, Brazil
Go find your own dead squirrel.
A couple of crows fighting over a scrap of squirrel fur in Mendocino, California.
"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
Tree Swallows
I have no idea what happened to cause such a scene but they sure are cute!
From what I gather so far, this seems like the typical swallow scene: there's always one screaming at another, one reacting to the scream and there's always at least one that looks indifferent to the happenings. They're so entertaining!
El perro del hortelano, de Lope de Vega, es una comedia publicada en Madrid, en 1618.
Procede por una expresión idiomática que dice: «El perro del hortelano, ni come, ni deja comer al amo»; el perro es un animal no vegetariano que no come los vegetales del huerto de su amo, pero no deja que los otros animales los coman. Toda la frase se refiere al argumento de la obra y significa que Diana no puede amar a Teodoro y por eso, no lo deja amar o ser amado por cualquier otra persona.
Encuadrada unas veces en la comedia palatina, otras en la comedia urbana, lo cierto es que se trata de una comedia única, con gran personalidad y que destaca por la construcción de los personajes, por la belleza de sus parlamentos y por la originalidad de su estructura.
Hermosa, tierna, divertida, oscura, luminosa, vibrante, bruta, triste, alegre, aristocrática y popular, esta comedia nos atrapa desde el primer momento.
Kleine discussie tussen twee spelende kinderen op een pleintje in Kroatië. Dertig seconden later waren ze weer dikke vrienden.
Un diverbio finito in battibecco (scatto non ottimale, solo foto documentiva) / An argument ended in a bickering (not optimal shot, only documentary photo)
... is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.
Wendell Berry
Texture with thanks to Clive Sax
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STAND BY ME. (Ultimate Mix, 2020) - John Lennon (official music video HD)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YqB8Dm65X18&list=RDYqB8Dm65X1...
Life is slippery. Here, take my hand.
H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
The world is ours if we want it, we can take it, if you just take my hand
Demi Lovato
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Jon Bon Jovi
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
William Shakespeare
Selfishness is not living your life as you wish to live it. Selfishness is wanting others to live their lives as you wish them to.
Oscar Wilde
The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it.
George Bernard Shaw
Don't lose faith. Promise yourself that you will be a success story, and I promise you that all the forces of the universe will unite to come to your aid; you might not feel today or for a while, but the longer you wait the bigger the prize.
George Bernard Shaw
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