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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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actually, it was part of courtship display, but this shot here reminds me more of an argument between lovers
Tatsächlich war es Teil der Balz, aber dieses Bild hier erinnert mehr an einen Streit
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! Similiar to the previous shot that only had one flamingo, here I got an added bokeh flamingo. This feather study is what I was after and it's been in my head since my first visit back in 2017.
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.
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
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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Explore June 2/08 ..Great Blue Heron View Large Argument over fishing rights to this spot! Twilight backlite sunset. IMG_2668
Pas plus d'un centimètre pour ce spécimen qui a quelques jours. Déjà tous les arguments et atouts pour faire vibrer et s'exalter un photographe e nature.
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No more than a centimeter for this specimen that is a few days old. Already all the arguments and assets to vibrate and exalt a photographer e nature.
Philip
You broke my heart when you left me without explanation. We had started talking about house, baby, ...
I would have liked so much if we had had arguments, if we had no more desires for each other, if you had left me for another one. But nothing!
It took me months to understand that it was out of cowardice. Like blocking me on your phone to stop all dialogue.
I drowned my sorrows in alcohol and drugs. If my family and friends hadn't supported me, I wouldn't be here. And you weren't worth it!
Finally, we will not walk together until tomorrow! Our song ...
🎶 Louise Attaque - Si L'On Marchait Jusqu'A Demain (If We Walked Until Tomorrow)
A Chance Encounter..
Peaches.. The smell of peaches captured my attention..
It was unusual for such a crisp autumn day
Looking up from my usual coffee and paper morning routine to find its source..
I saw her.. she was young.. yet elegantly dressed with a sophisticated presence..
She was struggling with a huge great Dane.. which gave me a chuckle as he did not want to walk any further and he was clearly winning the argument.
She sat down and ordered ..I glanced back at my paper, but something about her demanded my attention..
A slight breeze blew by as she tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ears..
I grabbed my sketch book and tried to capture her in that moment..
I began to wonder.. let my mind drift and a story began to form.. surprising myself as many months had past without any.
Words.. began to flow it was difficult to keep up with..
I look up.. she had gone.. small sense of disappointment flashed across my mind.. but smiling knowing the story had just begun.
Perpetuity Sim
j'ai hésité à prendre cette photo, ce n'est pas trop mon style, mais avec la pauvreté et son cortège de misères de plus en plus présents dans nos villes, j'ai finalement décidé de mettre ce triste "clic" dans l'un de mes albums sur la ville !
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
So, lets get political, why not?! America is about to face yet another intelligence test it will undoubtedly fail, every "democratic" country does! Because voters think voting changes things, err no!
Stay with me. Let's pick a date, for argument sakes say, 1776, the Declaration of Independence of the United States of America. Around the world how many elections have taken place, as in everywhere, the answer is bloody hundreds, now put that to one side; in the world there is homelessness, abject poverty, hunger, unsustainable economies, poor education, needless war, poor healthcare, corruption and so on and so on and so on. Now, think back to all those elections, isn't it weird how every single election that ever takes place, these political stooges promise to eradicate or drastically improve all those aforementioned global ills I just listed? (and that's not all of them by far) and yet here we are, centuries later.
Government, Voter, Media, say I am Government, I could take the voter, beat the living daylights out of them to an inch of their life, hideaway for 4 years, then invite that same voter out to dinner, voter will accept AND pay for the meal, why? Why four years? Because that is about as long as the memory of a voter ever seems to last, and why would they accept the invite and pay for the meal? Because I got the media to convince them that they had to.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is how voting really works.
And before anyone squeals at me saying soldiers died for your freedom to vote, for a start they didn't, they died for the psychopathic selfishness of banking and corporate advancement (without said soldiers even realising it, advancing the ill gotten gains of the very organisations behind Government), plus, nothing said soldiers even today, fight or die for, had or has ever gone away. If our country's military ever fought for our freedom, Capitol Hill would be a crater!
There are 196 countries currently on Earth, and just 10 are NOT currently involved in militarised conflict in one form or another; Corporate and Banking sponsored Imperialism, Zionism and Wahhabism is behind all of it. So you tell me WW3 hasn't started. Politicians are just glove puppets to give you someone to shout at for things that you voted for.
So go ahead and vote America, the same people you do not want in, will win anyway, every... single... time!
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.
Un detalle para mi amigo tonialon
Por estar siempre ahí, por esas largas conversaciones telefónicas, por esos ánimos,
por esa sabiduría y por ser tan buena gente,,,,,,,
,,,,,,No hay forma de encontrar ni una sola certeza absoluta. Ningún argumento irrefutable que nos ayude a dar respuestas a las preguntas de la humanidad, la filosofía por lo tanto ha muerto, porque de lo que no se puede hablar, mucho mejor es callarse.
El hombre, al ser incapaz de adecuar mente y materia, tiende a conferir cierta entidad a las ideas porque no soporta que lo puramente abstracto solo ocurra en nuestro cerebro.
¡¡ Como he oido tantas veces ( La belleza y la armonía de una flor, de un copo de nieve o de una mariposa que agita sus alas y causa un huracán al otro lado del mundo!! ) Llevan hablando décadas de esa mariposa y de esa armonía, pero ¿quién ha sido capaz de predecir un sólo huracán ?, NADIE .
¿Donde está esa belleza y esa armonía en el cáncer por ejemplo,que hace que una célula decida transformarse en una metástasis y destroza el resto de células de un cuerpo sano ? Algien lo sabe ?, NO ,
Preferimos pensar en flores, copos de nieve o en mariposas que en el dolor. Por qué,,,? Porque necesitamos creer que la vida tiene sentido, que todo se rige por la lógica , no por el mero azar.
Si escribimos 2,4,6, nos sentimos bien, porque sabemos que después vendrá el 8, podemos preverlo, no estamos en manos del destino en ese momento.
Por desgracia, y sin embargo, esto no tiene nada que ver con la verdad, no les parece,,,?
Esto es solo miedo.
Triste, pero es lo que hay,,,,,,
El texto es una reflexión
,,,,,,There is no way to find a single absolute certainty. No irrefutable argument that helps us to give answers to the questions of humanity, philosophy is therefore dead, because what cannot be talked about, it is much better to remain silent.
Man, being unable to match mind and matter, tends to confer a certain entity to ideas because he cannot bear that the purely abstract only occurs in our brain.
As I have heard so many times (The beauty and harmony of a flower, a snowflake or a butterfly that flaps its wings and causes a hurricane on the other side of the world!!) They have been talking about that butterfly for decades and about that harmony, but who has been able to predict a single hurricane? NOBODY.
Where is that beauty and that harmony in cancer, for example, that makes a cell decide to become a metastasis and destroys the rest of the cells of a healthy body? Does anyone know?, NO,
We prefer to think of flowers, snowflakes or butterflies than of pain. Why? Because we need to believe that life has meaning, that everything is governed by logic, not by mere chance.
If we write 2,4,6, we feel good, because we know that 8 will come later, we can foresee it, we are not in the hands of fate at that moment.
Unfortunately, however, this has nothing to do with the truth, do you think?
This is just fear.
Sad, but it is what it is,,,,,,
The text is a reflection
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'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.
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.
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.
**All photos are copyrighted**
I think this image sums up our state of political division quite well. On the positive side, they are sharing the same branch. (Anhinga on the left - Anhinga anhinga; Double-crested Cormorant on the right - Nannopterum azurites) (Sony a1, 600mm lens, 1/2500 second, f/4.5, ISO 160)
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.
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.
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.
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
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)