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I would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.
...
Michael Ondaatje, The Cinnamon Peeler, 1989
A River Otter pops up through his fishing hole in the ice and gave me a bark. With their fur wet and icy it has that greasy look but when dry it has true furry look. Arf!
The theme for week 31 is Natural Texture not software produced texture. This is the bark of a fairly old Scots Pine.
Mottled and peeling layers of bark of a huge slash pine tree trunk, with deep fissures like a jigsaw puzzle.
"As the poet said, 'Only God can make a tree,' probably because it's so hard to figure out how to get the bark on." - Woody Allen (American filmmaker, actor, and comedian).
The theme for Smile on Saturday for the 1st of June is "tree bark". Luckily for me, who has had a busy few weeks since the theme was announced, I needed to look no further than a great survivor in my own back garden. I have a flowering bottlebrush tree which has been buffeted by winds, struck by lightening, and been smothered by jasmine and wisteria. Yet in spite of all of this, it has survived, and after being reduced to a trunk most severely due to necessity, after a period of being dormant as it recovers, it suddenly sent forth new shoots! This is some of the bark from its trunk, upon which some moss is growing. The colour and texture from the bark truly is beautiful, and I hope that my submission for this week's theme makes you smile!
These little deer roam around at will in the national park. Luckily they aren't too shy and easy to take pictures of
Taken at Lana (Now Closed)
"Good day, sir! Would you like some bread and coffee? The best combination on your walk home, c'mon, rest for awhile." She smiled brightly. As bright as the sun, he thought. Yet, her eyes glistened with unspoken sorrow, he noticed.
"Sure, young lady." he said, gracing her with his old and wise smile. She prepared his drink, along with a hearty bun. He will admit that it did smell tempting, the combination of freshly baked bread and the scent of roasted coffee beans.
Her companion barked happily, running around his leg only to rest next to him and watching him, tongue hanging out all excited for an early morning visitor.
He drank his coffee in silence, enjoyed the bread too and dipped the last piece into the warm liquid. She watched him curiously and happily, not striking conversation and yet there was a comfort in the silence they shared as she tended to the little bakery.
Once he was finished, he asked her how much he owed. "Just another visit tomorrow morning, sir." she smiled.
He nodded, that was fair enough wasn't it? It was time to continue his long journey. He gave her another smile before carrying on his long walk.
Her smile faded slightly as she watched him continue on, a sad look in her eyes for unknown reason, "He looked like he has seen better days, huh?" she said towards her furry friend who had climbed on next to her and gave her a loving lick on her cheek.
I just had to feature these amazing eyes one more time! Headstrong performer in the raptor display at the Billabong Sanctuary, near Townsville.
Also seen at the Spirits of the Sky display at Healesville Sanctuary. The Barking Owl is common across Australia but under threat in Victoria due to habitat reduction.
New Year's day and the light's a bit grey..... but need to blow off the cobwebs of the previous year and get out in the fresh air....
Here's the same sea lion, moments later, singing a song from "La traviata." As the tears welled up, I struggled to look through my fogged viewfinder.
Europe, The Netherlands, Zuid Holland, Rotterdam Zuid, Katendrecht, Maashaven Noordzijde, Bark with moss of a young tree, Tail & traffic lights (slightly cut)
Shot in the early morning on the redeveloped part of the Katendrecht former harbour quarter.
Breaking in a 'new' cam, a vintage full-frame one - a Canon 5D Mk 2, mounted with the 'plastic fantastic' 50 f/1.8 wide open to achieve minimal DoF.
This is number 272 of the Urban frontiers and 129 of Low light city.
Muntjac, also known as Barking Deer, are small deer of the genus Muntiacus.
it still rains off and on here and so couldn't go out to do much shooting other than capturing some butterflies that come to nearby bushes. Hence, here are two shots of deer, captured in captivity, retrieved from archives.
Thanks for your visit. Have a relaxing Sunday and a great week ahead.
This colorful tree bark caught my eye while walking in Eastbourne, UK. I dont know what kind of tree it is...maybe sycamore?
This is a close-up photo of the bark of a birch tree into which, quite some time ago, someone has carved some letters with a jack knife, their initials perhaps, or a message. I can make out a 'W', but can't discern the next letter. The presence of the roughly scratched letters makes the natural markings in the birch bark seem like they were created with a much more skilled level of artistry.