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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.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGGWhOUYObc
@ Radio Ocho Tango Place
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
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-...
Jouant sur les reflets de la mare je tente de capter les ronds de lumières tout en gardant à l'esprit que cette petite juvénile doit rester nette dans mon viseur... Pas plus de quelques millimètre et déjà tous les arguments pour séduire un photographe de nature.
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Playing on the reflections of the pond I try to capture the circles of lights while keeping in mind that this little juvenile must remain sharp in my viewfinder ... No more than a few millimeters and already all the arguments to seduce a nature photographer.
Philip
Well actually an argument
But despite all the snarling and noise no injuries., not even a dropped feather
When it comes to 'handbag' fights these guys are experts!
& very entertaining!
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
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.
I will have a little break in my holiday photos from Poland, I thought I heard someone yawning back there!
So I rather post a contribution in the ongoing discuss of dog versus cat. When was the last time you saw a cat in such beautiful surroundings smiling this honest and friendly? Never? I thought so.
I have to appologize for the quality of the photo. I still struggle to handle the Canon camera, dumb farmer you know. So I tend to compensate the editing in Picasa 3. Yeah, again dumb farmer attitude.
There are some more photos in the first comment.
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
-- Pedro Calderon de la Barca
[Larger provides further evidence]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhF34xLMOpY
"La VIBRATION de l' UNIVERS"
de SERGE - REIVER NAZARE .
vadeker.net/beyond/contact/lois_sur_les_extraterrestres.html
"LOIS et REGLEMENTS sur le CONTACT avec les EXTRATERRESTRES" ... aux USA .
"C' est dans l' air du temps que cette ""paranoïa anti-extraterrestre"" soit devenue mondiale . Il faudrait se méfier de tout contact avec un intelligence extraterrestre ou toutes formes de vie extraterrestre . Et, comme chacun le sait , nul n' est censé ignorer la Loi , même si c' est pour réglementer un contact avec un phénomène qui n' est pas censé exister , car il n' est pas officiellement reconnu , mais qui pourrait tout de même l' être si on ouvre grand les yeux .
Les Gouvernements jouent ainsi avec les contradictions et ils ne manquent pas d' imaginations ni d' arguments pour légiférer sur un contrôle de ceux qui seraient confrontés au phénomène ovnien . Nous retrouvons des Lois à géométrie variable parce qu'on ne sait jamais ce qui pourrait se passer dans la tête d' un terrien ...
Les Politiques en parlent , les Militaires les craignent , les Stratèges ne savent plus sur quel pied danser ...
Un bref aperçu pour avoir une idée du contexte culturel et idéologique dans lesquels émergent ces Lois ..."
(Motion Blur)
Thank you , my Friends , for your Visits ...
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.
The morning air was cool and fresh as my car pushed its way up the Tioga Pass Road toward the Yosemite High Country. It was May in the Eastern Sierra and the snowmelt had made little lakes out of what would be grassy meadows later in the year. I stopped for a bit to walk around one of the lakes… snapping pics and enjoying the quiet. It was a Delightful Day !!
A little further up the Tioga Pass Road lies Tuolumne Meadows, one of the largest high-elevation meadows in the Sierra Nevada, Tuolumne Meadows at 8,600 feet has been also among the most visible to past pioneers, and present visitors and scientists.
There’s a lot of argument about which stretch of the Pacific Crest Trail has the most breathtaking scenery, but for lovers of high-alpine landscapes, it’s tough to beat the stretch of trail through Yosemite’s Tuolumne Meadows, the largest subalpine meadow in the Sierra Nevada. This is stark, fragile, granite country. The beauty of this region's glacial-cut peaks, gem-like lakes, verdant meadows, and abundant wildlife make it a hiking paradise.
Note: The Pacific Crest National Scenic Trail (PCT) is a treasured pathway through some of the most outstanding scenic terrain in the United States. Beginning in southern California at the Mexican border, the PCT travels a total distance of 2,650 miles through California, Oregon, and Washington until reaching the Canadian border.
Nikon Z6, 14-24/2.8 @ 16.5 mm, 8 sec @ f/11, ISO 100, processed to taste)
The pelican landed on a log occupied by the Australasian Darter. It took some persuasion before the darter took off.
(Anhinga novaehollandiae)
(Pelecanus conspicillatus)
I'd love to know what this little discussion was about between these two mature Tree Swallows. It looked like they took turns "yelling" at each other with beaks wide open and then at times both at the same time as in this shot. Are they a pair having an argument or telling each other how much they care about each other?
Taken 18 May 2022 at Potter Marsh, Anchorage, Alaska.
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* Paisaje típico de la Comarca Subbética desde la ventana de un cortijo andaluz en un extenso olivar. Término municipal de Cabra de Córdoba, (La Igabrum tartesso-romana). Centro geográfico de Andalucía.
* Esta fotografía fue tomada desde la misma ventana desde la que, en mis años juveniles, realicé la anterior 40 años antes (aquella de las granadas y membrillos). El paso del tiempo parece que deja las cosas casi iguales pero la pátina del implacable transcurrir de las horas hinca su mella tanto en los elementos físicos como en el recuerdo.
Se trata de esos pequeños detalles que hacen que nosotros seamos “…yo y mis circunstancias…” como argumentaba Ortega y Gasset, y como suelo añadir a mis alumnos “…más mis recuerdos…”, porque sin recuerdos no seriamos nadie.
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* Bueno traer en nuestra evocación poética la letra de una canción muy bella de Serrat: Para escuchar (To listen) www.youtube.com/watch?v=vo1ceeYqQsk
Pequeñas cosas
Uno se cree
que las mató el tiempo y la ausencia
pero su tren
vendió boleto
de ida y vuelta.
Son aquellas pequeñas cosas
que nos dejó un tiempo de rosas
en un rincón,
en un papel
o en un cajón.
Como un ladrón,
te acechan detrás
de la puerta;
te tienen tan
a su merced
como hojas muertas
que el viento arrastra allá o aquí,
que te sonríen tristes y
nos hacen que
lloremos cuando
nadie nos ve.
(JUAN MANUEL SERRAT. Del álbum musical “Mediterráneo”.)
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.
– 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
This is a proclamation of this artist in Holesovice part of Prague. I suspect a new building is now constructed on this site, just to proof his/ her argument. I often wonder about the anguish of an artist when their work is defaced or even bulldozer as part of the changing city. This year 40 large paintings (4' x 8') were destroyed in my neighbourhood. I talked several times to artist who would come, even in winter, to create these public canvases.
This sign is work of DOX, Contemporary Art Collective inspired by Robert Filliou (1926-1987)
877. Prague 2014- no.13. Nov. Taken 2014-May 02; P1210310; Uploaded Nov 22, 2021. Lmx -ZS5
We were told much about the pacification of the favelas, and how a high police profile had changed life in these communities. With this in mind I shot this street scene, and ventured to the end of what was a dead end street.
At the far end I found three police men (you can see one of them in this shot) skived off and doing nothing. Could this have been a stake out, I wondered, it certainly wasn't an undercover job.
They gave me to understand I was not to take their photos. I did the numbers, decided I wasn't looking for the unwinnable argument and left them to their high profile task of favela pacification.
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.
There was an argument about Tuesday.
Rosalind thinks it is Coosday
Stumpy the tree thinks it is Tree-mendous Tuesday
As this picture proves, it's both.
Happy, Crappy Tuesday. In beautiful Glen Lonan
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)
It started with a careless squawk, and now they barely talk.
Arara Azul / Blue Macaw, Pantanal, Mato Grosso do Sul, Brazil