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"Timeless sea breezes,
that for aeons have
blown ancient rocks,
you are purest space
coming from afar…
- Rainer Maria Rilke.
Don't get me started on Rilke. He's not a just poet, but an oracle. And I chose these lines because they seemed to encapsulate the fresh clean air of the breeze that was blowing on my face so early in the morning.
I was clambering all over the rocks, inspired by the sight before my eyes, listening to the barely audible bird cries (you'll see one flying in the middle of the picture), as the sea broke against the rocks and the breeze whistled gently in my ears.
But this was just the beginning...
More tomorrow.
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Cecilia and I have a little project in the works inspired by two amazing women. We look forward to sharing it with all of you a week from today ❤️
The music…
inspired by this beautiful mashup❤️
The Image ..a tribute to the two❤️
Because I love its expression! Don't think it could work out my camouflaged clothing. A first for me and a special moment, I love these little birds.
Ring-necked Pheasant
Phasianus colchicus..Because they live in tall vegetation and old fields, Ring-necked Pheasants can be hard to see even in places where they’re numerous. Keep an eye out for them running between patches of cover as you travel through agricultural areas—particularly along dirt roads where the birds often forage in weedy areas. Winter is a good time to look for Ring-necked Pheasants, when vegetation is at a minimum, crops have been harvested, and some areas have a snowy backdrop for the birds to stand out against. In spring and summer, listen and watch for males performing their calling and wing-flapping display in open areas
I guess maybe because you don't see ropes tied to tree branches so often here. I just liked this. The rope was cut off about two feet off the ground, not attached to anything.
When I design something, I usually send it to Jamie to get feedback and to make sure that I haven't made any glaring mistakes. In this case his response was simply "It's true." to which I responded "Have we met? Hi, I'm Bridget, and I do not require schooling on nerds."
Because several family commitments and a lot of work these last few months I could not devote much time to get out and enjoy taking pictures.
This April I begin to share with you my new photographic objectives.
I hope you enjoy it.
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because our property backs onto a park, we have a lot of wildlife that wanders into our yard or burrows under our fence.
This shot is a first for me ( full manual mode at dusk). I normally shoot in aperture priority and lately thought about trying to shoot in full manual like many pro wildlife photographers recommend.
So tonight, about 30 minutes before sunset I went out into our yard and found this rabbit. I started at 800 iso, then 1600 iso and finished with 3200 iso.
*Just BECAUSE*
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Feeding squirrels is very different from my feeding of cats last year in Istanbul because I cannot tell one from another and don't really develop much intimacy with them. They do not cuddle, though I suppose if I sat on the ground, they might. Some of them are more relaxed around me than others, actually eating the walnut within a few feet of me, while others rush back to the tree to eat like this one up where they are safe.
They do come running enthusiastically when I shout out "Squirrels!" and they know I have walnuts for them. Unshelled walnuts!
Not because there are thorns. And also not because this iron sculpture of the 1970s is rough and rusty. It is because recognition will not happen if you get much closer. If you zoom in much further, you will not recognise the face. You will see structure, texture, bright and dark areas, but not a face. Some things can only be recognised from a distance. Fuji X-Pro1 plus Samyang telephoto (mirror) lens fixed at F6.3.
It might not be the most upmarket place we’ve stayed in this year, but George (presumably Anglicized for the overwhelmingly British clientele) and his team have given us a very warm welcome. The apartment is comfortable and clean and we don’t ask for more than that. If George is slightly disappointed that we don’t spend quite as much time or money at the hotel bar as most of his guests, he doesn’t show it. Maybe my rapturous approval of the house Village Salad has put a big mark in the credit column for the occupants of room sixty-six. But we prefer to explore a holiday destination rather than lounge about by the pool ordering pints of Mythos all day. Besides which, Ali only drinks water. Hot water or cold water are the only two beverages she needs in life. People don’t believe her at first - they think she’s just being polite. No really - no tea, no coffee, definitely no juice or sugary fizzy pop (you should see her face when I pour a glass of orange juice in the morning), and no alcohol either. I make up for these shortfalls - except for the fizzy pop. I don’t drink that stuff either. I’m quite keen on the Mythos though. Especially the way it’s served in frozen glasses. I’ve taken to putting my own beer glasses in the ice box for an hour before pouring one back at the apartment in the evenings.
Our holiday rep is young, shy and giggly. She’s also Swedish. I was in Sweden less than two weeks ago, and at the bar, as I pay for my Village Salad, I bore the poor girl to sleep about my adventures in her homeland. She agrees that the west coast is a beautiful part of the country. In turn I agree that we’re having a lovely time here in Rhodes. She grins. I think it’s the last time we’ll stay in a place like this though. For years we booked everything independently, but after the pandemic, and just so we could blame everything on the operator when things went wrong, we returned to the traditional package holiday. But it’s not really our thing. Neither of us like mixing with other people, and we really don’t need to be entertained in the evenings. We much prefer the sound of the cicadas at night to what we’re being served with here. So far we’ve been treated to Whitney Houston, Bob Marley, Lionel Richie, Billy Ocean, Rihanna, Wilson Pickett and Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. All of this as we sit out on the balcony each evening, whether we like it or not. Obviously not the actual artists. How much do you think we paid for this holiday? Besides which it wouldn’t be possible as a number of them aren’t with us anymore. What’s interesting is that all of the performers come from South Africa. We think it’s the same people coming back every two or three nights, each time wearing different wigs. The quizmaster isn’t from South Africa though. Essex I reckon. He was still reading out the questions after midnight the other evening. The majority of the other guests are several years older than us. Exactly how many Rihanna songs are they familiar with? I only know two and I’m a mere stripling compared to most of them. The artists are very versatile. They usually lapse into Earth Wind and Fire or Heatwave after they’ve played the only three songs that anyone knows. Two if it’s Rihanna. Nobody seems to notice.
And competing with all of this is the din from the bar just across the way. To my horror, someone in charge of the jukebox has just faded out Mark Knopfler’s legendary guitar break from “The Sultans of Swing,” the only thing that has quite literally been music to my ears as we sit out here on the balcony in the dark. Because apparently it’s karaoke night. And the most important thing about being a karaoke performer is that you need to be tone deaf. Take the hen party that’s shouting the words of Paul Heaton over the microphone. More like an Imperfect Ten really. I sigh and open the Booking.com app. I noticed there were some apartments in a village up in the hills near the Seven Springs that we visited the other day. Next time we’ll do it all independently again, just like we used to.
To escape from all of this we’ve hired a car, just like we always do on these holidays. This time it’s a white Suzuki Celerio with a squeaky clutch pedal and a remote key fob that has a dead battery. Mostly we turn right at the bottom of our road, heading along the strip and out of town towards wherever we’ve decided to retreat to. Each time we do this, our first hazard is a bend in the road that I’ve unaffectionately named Poo Pong corner, a reference to the fact that it evidently sits over the town’s sewage drain, and upon which someone has opened a restaurant called Flames. Oh the irony! Surely it would only take a lit cigarette on an especially noxious day for the Flames to go up in, well, flames? It never seems to be that busy there. I love Greek food, but not when there are competing aromas coming from a river of floating effluent just a few yards away that’s come from the inner workings of a couple of thousand overindulgent tourists.
Occasionally though, we turn left instead of right, and drive a mile or two down the road to the tiny beach at the edge of the next town. This is a little piece of the Greece we love, with quiet water lapping at the shoreline, the flat warm sea such a gentle contrast to the drama we’re used to at home. And one evening as the sun sunk over the hills in the west it delivered the first worthwhile picture. Strangely, taken along the holiday strip rather than in some remote wild area. Later, back on the balcony, as someone from the raucous bar squawked to everyone within a half mile radius that they were simply the best, I had a quick go at it on the little laptop that comes with me on every holiday these days. I decided to award myself a small glass of ouzo. And promptly changed my mind in favour of a slightly bigger one. I needed to do something to drown that karaoke out.
Bubble bath as a special treat for the Wood Pigeons today.
We're here: Soap
Disclaimer: No pigeon got soap in it's eyes. Or anywhere else. I filled the birdbath with sunflower seeds :-) The soap came later.
75/365
Because yesterdays theme was The Blues, what better than a Slice of Blueberry Tart, Ice cream and Cream !!.........Enjoy but please return the Dish when you have finished .
United Kingdom, London, London Wetland Centre
WWT London Wetland Centre is a wetland reserve managed by the Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust in the Barnes area of the London Borough of Richmond upon Thames. Many birds which have now made their home in the Centre cannot be found anywhere else in London. Other wild birds include great bittern, pintail, lapwing, water rail, ring-necked parakeet, sparrowhawk, sand martin, kingfisher, little grebe and great crested grebe.
NGC 4038 and 4039 are a pair of interacting galaxies in the Corvus constellation, around 60 million light years from earth.
What you’re looking at is the result of two galaxies currently undergoing merger. Because of all the turmoil this introduces (gas clouds colliding and compressing), this galaxy is highly active in new star formation (a “starburst galaxy” in astronomy speak); spitting out newly formed stars at a much higher rate than “normal” comparable galaxies.
As you would imagine, at these scales; this is a long and slow process. We estimate the merger to have started roughly a billion years ago and will be fully “complete” in another 400-500 million years. The end result will be one single large galaxy, likely elliptical.
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It's turning into quite an interesting week for new fungi finds. This one, the Green Dapperling, is rare in the UK, and also seriously poisonous, which is good, because you probably won't ever find one!
Because they are Villa supporters, and they don't like being mucked around with!
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At the end of 2020, I went to add my top nine images to an Instagram app called "Top Nine” to showcase my best image for the year. The app wouldn’t allow it, because I’d uploaded less than the required number to my Instagram account. My last post to Facebook was in November, just about the time when all the election craziness was getting ramped up. Don’t even get me started as to the last time I uploaded an image to my Flickr account! That might have been in August 2020 and the image itself was taken in 2019.
With all that being said, I think 2020 was the year I pretty much became fed up with Social Media. Sure, I made some small attempts to connect and post, but for the most part, it was a drain on my emotions. Despite 2020 being over, we are still dealing with some pretty tough things within our Pandemic home life. There are some bright spots for sure, and I am positive moving forward that this coming year will prove to get better.
So, I’m going to start posting again, hopefully at least once a week, images I took while working through all the crap that was 2020. Working to stay positive in 2021!
...are so Beautiful😍
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A Rhododendron park in Germany in Westerstede, Hobbie Park. I had a wonderful time there in 2014🌞
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Because we all love a nice action shot of agricultural machinery. This farmer was taking in the harvest at Stanton St Bernard in Wiltshire picturesque Vale of Pewsey.
It's bloody cold and gray outside and I haven't seen a wild butterfly in six months. So enjoy!
Ophir Creek above Lake Tahoe, August 2018.