View allAll Photos Tagged bashful
Back in the 1800s young women would use this to avoid passing rowdy young men on Market Street. Now it's a handy cut through to King Street and the interesting shops and Filberts, the awesome artisan bakery.
An American Pipit moves through the long grasses in search of food, they sure can hide from the photographer and this was perhaps the sharpest image I could get
Flocking in large numbers, Plumed Whistling Ducks have a shrill plaintive whistling call. Both sexes have the same colourings, however males have slightly longer plumes.
Plumed Whistling Ducks graze on short, green grass. Unlike most species, they have benefitted from the introduction of livestock with grazing animals keeping the grass short and dams providing great camping spots to rest during the day.
Photographed at Healesville Sanctuary.
Thank you for your kind comments and awards!
"Call me your nymph
Praise me for martyr, praise me for sin
call me your muse
a sprite or an elf you cry to , then use."
Mount Taranaki was being ever so bashful that morning. This was the best peak shot that was on offer. But on reflection, and with-out any on the lake, it was seemingly a better image in the end rather than a 'here i am' sort of image.Just adds a nice bit of revelation to the shot...Thats my excuse anyways and probably sticking to it for now.
Sauvie Island, Oregon.
Summer 2022.
Tri-X and Minolta SRT-102 (light leak).
Processed and printed by Blue Moon Camera. Home scan.
Tintype with 3 months old collodion. Apparently, it already loses its sensitivity. I had to expose the plate for 50 sec at f5.6 and overdevelop a few seconds to get an image.
Handheld RAW image; master pixel size 15.9 MP - subsequently cropped along all sides.
See another: "Big Smile for the Camera"; www.flickr.com/photos/joan-marie/9675492619/
Press L to enlarge, rather than clicking the + .
Barrow’s Goldeneye drake (Bucephala islandica) Mission Creek on a sunny afternoon, Kelowna, BC.
As mentioned in an earlier posting, I was delighted to find TWO pairs of BAGOs in the creek on December 8, a Sunday afternoon. With careful observation, you can see several differences in their outfits....
Something tells me this one is more musical than the other....
No matter how I tried, I just could not get this Least Bittern to come out into the open. I'll keep an eye out for him/her and maybe I will get lucky and find it on one of those rare occasions when it stays out in the open for a minute or so.
Join me at Stephen Candler Photography ¦ Google+ ¦ Twitter ¦ Facebook
Along Bashful Alley in Lancaster, Lancashire, England.
Of North America's more than 50 warbler species, the buttery Yellow Warbler (Setophaga petechia) is perhaps the most commonly seen...and heard. It helps that they tend to prefer living in small trees and at the tops of shrubby growth, often placing their wildly yellow selves at eye level. There, they feast on insects and build their nests, which are often parasitized by cowbirds. Still, it is estimated that approximately 90 million frequent North America each year. Listen for their calls of "sweet-sweet-sweet, little-too-SWEET!" and you will likely clap eyes with one of these precious birds.