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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! :)
A week or so ago, I wrote about my favourite (endangered) Garry oak meadow. I wasn't very clear. As often happens, I was arguing from more than one place at once. A couple of commenters misunderstood me completely... and I don't blame them. I was pretty muddled. Here's what I was trying to say (and I'll try to be clearer).
Our world has reached a stage where hardly anything is "natural." Think about it. Try to name just one thing. It's nearly impossible, given how much we humans have altered the planet. Even the weather... which would seem the most natural thing of all... is so mucked up because of what we've done to the environment.
Last year, some scientists reported the results of their study of highrise window grime around Toronto. They found significant amounts of chemicals banned in North America for decades... presumably carrried here by atmospheric systems from less developed countries with fewer regulations.
More recently, I listened to a radio doc. in which a young Canadian recounted her experience living in China for a year. She tried to ride a bicycle and couldn't; couldn't breathe. Even walking, she said she sometimes vomited from the sheer thickness of the air pollution.
Tempting, when you hear that, to look around smugly at your own apparently wide-open spaces, and clean air, and pristine wilderness... but, no. It's not pristine. Nothing is any more. Because the whole broader global ecosystem has been altered in presumably irreversable ways.
And here's another anecdote to illustrate the point.
Some years ago, there was a massive fire in Yellowstone Park; it burned for weeks. It stymied all firefighting efforts and, at one point, someone said "Why not let it burn?" That's what would happen in nature, after all. Forest fires were part of the natural order of things... clearing out brush and dead wood and whatnot and making space for rejuvenated habitat.
But that only works within a natural system. And we ain't got one. Not any more. And no... I'm not despairing... just trying (not too successfully I fear) to make my argument that almost NOTHING is natural.
Living in houses? Driving cars? Using computers? Flying in planes? It's all way-out shit when you really stop and think about it.
Which makes rubber masks seem... well... if not natural, then certainly within the range of "normal" in today's world.
But... wait. There IS something natural left.
Love. Long may it reign. And may we some day reach a place where no one is judged or punished or ostracized for who they love. Because that's the most unnatural phenomenon of all.
(Added to the Cream of the Crop pool as most interesting, as judged by Flickr.)
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.
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
Dejo esta imagen de la ciudad de Ushuaia…Bahía Golonddrina , playa del hotel Tolkeyen.
Aquí tomó esta imagen mi hijo mayor , que con su Handpan, aprovechó, sus dos horas libres para salir del barrio y tocar en libertad…
En primer plano el Handpan. Este término se usa para un grupo de instrumentos musicales que resulta de “El Hang”,instrumento inventado y construido por la compañia suiza PANArt Hangbau AG., de Berna en el año 2.000. Hang , es mano en este idioma.
Este instrumento…se basa en el Steeldrum, de percusión melódica, de acero, originario de Trinidad y Tobago creado en 1951. Inspirado en la costumbre de los jóvenes de tocar ritmos con latas o bidones en las calles…Y también en el Gatham, instrumento de cerámica utilizado en la India.
El término Handpan fué discutido con bastante controversia, argumentando entre otras cosas, que la palabra "pan" es de uso cultural en las bandas de Steelpan en Trinidad y Tobago, que no tienen nada que ver con el lugar de origen del Hang.Los que estaban a favor, resaltaban la necesidad de un término genérico.
Finalmente"Handpan"se convirtió en la expresión convencionalizada entre los interesados en éste instrumento.
"All the arguments to prove man's superiority can not shatter this hard fact: in suffering, the animals are our equals"........Peter Singer
Mavic Air2 S Drone
I have reservations about posting a picture from a drone, but I was up there and it was a nice morning, and it came out nice so lets post it.
Part of my return to photography was a rejection of technology and AI photograph. And rather than climbing a hill to get a nice view here at the flick of a thumb is a view, I am having an internal argument.
Lately, I've been, I've been thinking
I want you to be happier, I want you to be happier
When the morning comes
When we see what we've become
In the cold light of day we're a flame in the wind
Not the fire that we've begun
Every argument, every word we can't take back
'Cause with the all that has happened
I think that we both know the way that this story ends
Then only for a minute
I want to change my mind
'Cause this just don't feel right to me
I wanna raise your spirits
I want to see you smile but
Know that means I'll have to leave
Know that means I'll have to leave
Lately, I've been, I've been thinking
I want you to be happier, I want you to be happier
When the evening falls
And I'm left there with my thoughts
And the image of you being with someone else
Well, that's eating me up inside
But we run our course, we pretend that we're okay
Now if we jump together at least we can swim
Far away from the wreck we made.
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.
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 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.
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"La VIBRATION de l' UNIVERS"
de SERGE - REIVER NAZARE .
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"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 ..."
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Thank you , my Friends , for your Visits ...
This photo of a grebe having an argument with a coot over territory. It was triggered when their babies were swimming around and overlapped but too close, as it turned out, to the grebe's nest. The sound was significant and the grebe's low posture was interesting to watch play out. Coot is in next photo.
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.
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)
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,
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
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.
– 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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Art Quote of the Day
Any authentic work of art must start an argument between the artist and his audience.
Rebecca West
...........
Sincerely yours
Sunny
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Where the Beeches
Where the climb and the gale stifle the debate
where the beeches face the sea defenceless
all's reduced to the splendour of great height
the last quivering leaves, like us, breathless
from the big argument. Only iron
branches elbow out on this side, the sea side,
the gale side, trunks blasted to a sheen
gun-grey, so absolute we disregard
the lapse and flux of colours too fleeing
to fix with names — green swilling over amber —
and the fields below unstable. The beeches
could recall copperiness or rustling
sweet attics diverting us all the summer
and somehow confusing clear-cut issues.
Copyright © 2003 Judy Gahagan All rights reserved
from Night Calling
Enitharmon / Dufour Editions
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
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Con i miei cani Gioia Kitty e Kelly ci riuniamo mensilmente per parlare di libri.... a volte gli argomenti mancano, e semplicemente parliamo del tempo! :-)
With my dogs Gioia Kitty and Kelly we meet every month to talk about books .... sometimes the arguments are lacking, and we just talk about the weather! :-)
"The best arguments in the world won't change a person's mind. The only thing that can do that is a good story.”
― Richard Powers, The Overstory
If you read Overstory (and I highly recommend it), you will never look at trees the same way again. "Trees communicate, they take care of each other, they sense the presence of other nearby life, they learn to save water, they feed their young and synchronize their masts, bank resources and warn their kin".
This was taken at Warburton over the weekend. As I have just finished the book it was perfect timing to allow me to "see" the trees and listen.
A forest knows things.
I like the way it looks almost like the forest is closing in, wrapping itself around the Sherpa up ahead. We are nothing without trees.
Trees take care of us but do we take enough care of them?
Geese have their little territorial argument, and the result is a virtuosic aquatic ballet scene.
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This handsome wild Stallion was taken in Utah. There are many bands of wild horses in the west. My understanding is that they arrived with the Spanish and became feral over time. They are a controversial subject in that the cattle farmers feel that they compete with the sometimes meager resources available in a lot of the BLM land and argue that they eat deeper into the roots of the vegetation. My horse whisperer friends deny that and make the strong case that the where the horses have roamed for years the vegetation has remained unchanged. Water sources are often provided by the hand of man and I'm not sure how well the horses would do without our aid. In Dugway, where this image was taken, the herds have been culled due to lack of resources. Similarly, in Nevada, herd culling is always underway and the controversies and arguments there are never ending. Nevada uses prisoners to capture and break the horses for eventual resale, I hope. I think if I were serving time I'd volunteer for that job. My take is that many of these states are failing to realize the potential tourist dollars that could be earned by attracting more outdoor photographers to wild horse country. Not that I'm complaining!
I told my wife it was a work of art but she assured me Mother Nature would not be upset if I raked them off of our lawn .... another lost argument ....
My alarm sounded at half three and through bleary eyes I turned it off. The internal argument raged...stay in bed Vs get your arse up. Get your arse up won and off I went to the far side of the Peak District.
I passed by Mam Tor, Winnats and Padley on my way. All of which looked resplendent shrouded in fog but I stuck to the plan and I arrived at a layby near around half four. A twenty minute walk later found me admiring this scene. The mist in the distance softening the rising sun which was bathing the mossy boulder and lone tree.
It's moments like this which you have to remember when that alarm goes off. I've not enjoyed a morning out with the camera as much as this morning ever. The bird song, the fresh air, the dew covered spider webs draped over the heather, the two Cuckoos in the distance calling one another and to top it off a lone Deer bounding through the misty woodland.