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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! :)
Loch Chon, Trossachs: the outlet of the loch to the Water of Chon.
Given that the Water of Chon flows, via Loch Dhu, into Loch Ard, which outlets to the River Forth, a reasonable argument may be advanced that THIS is the de facto source of the River Forth and not the outlet from Loch Ard.
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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Done a similar version to this a while back but it was textured when I usually do a picture I do about 3 or 4 different versions of it am I the only one who does that Lol ? Then I have Arguments with myself as to which one I like the best and which one to put on to flickr then sometimes I think oh damm I should have put the other one on there lol sorry for lack of comments yesterday wasn't feeling to good hope you all have a wonderful week x
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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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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...
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-...
"All the arguments to prove man's superiority can not shatter this hard fact: in suffering, the animals are our equals"........Peter Singer
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.
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.
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
-- Pedro Calderon de la Barca
[Larger provides further evidence]
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.
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.
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.
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
I've heard a lot of arguments about how movements should be separate because they might have different histories, have different goals, or different means of arising at these goals.
But all of those arguments ignore something extremely crucial that I don't want any one of you to miss: Some people don't have a choice. For some, the very notion of acceptance of their full existence is in jeopardy. How can we ask any human to give up a part of themselves or prioritize? Would we do that? We are the sum of many identities and all should be celebrated.
I also strongly believe that working together will accomplish a lot more. If you support LGBTQ rights, you should also absolutely support Black Lives Matter and vice versa. The oppression of the masses is controlled by a powerful few. It is their agenda to get different races and oppressed groups to fight against each other.
So, if you are saying, for instance: "Well, I support gender equality but I don't support Black Lives Matter" then you're wrong. Those two statements cannot exist in reality without a terrible combustion. We all must fight for this movement and put aside our own personal agendas that are poisoning our spirits.
If you do not stand with the oppressed, you do not stand with humanity.
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There's no argument that vintage tractors have personality, and as for this one, well, look at that face! This old boy was seriously happy to see me. Seen in Mayo, Ireland.
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you? tell the truth
This famous line means allot of things to allot people. I think of meathead. If you get that reference my hat is off to you. Meathead and the bunker had many arguments about the current crook at that time.
I am told everyday that JC represents love, forgiveness, a new start. Say what you want. I don't see it. I am not saying it is not there but you have to look good and hard to see it. And I am talking about the believers, not the non believers.
All this hate the spews out of believers mouths. Is that the world we want to live in? I am not saying anything bad or judgy about JC. When believers try to emulate their savior the world is a better place.
But really is this what Jesus would do? Not the JC everyone try's to tell me about and make excuses for all the insanity.
I have a very good friend. He truly walks his walk. Today is his Sabbath until dusk, which he honors every Sabbath. Maybe, Today is the day to think about your relationship with JC.
I, being a non believer, have been told more times than I can count, I was one of the best Christians' they know. Being expressed that they wish more Christians' were like me. Take it at that. I don't know what that means.
Today I am reflecting on love, understanding and acceptance. Me, the non believer that your parents warned you about.
"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?
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!
In which my garden robins refuse to indulge in Christmas spirit and share.
We're Here: Christmas Dysfunction
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
Un diverbio finito in battibecco (scatto non ottimale, solo foto documentiva) / An argument ended in a bickering (not optimal shot, only documentary photo)
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 :-)
Canon PowerShot SX430 IS
f/3.5
1/30
4 mm
ISO 200
Dedicated to RHC (ILYWAMHASAM)
HCT 😄