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This little creek near our home is usually dry, but happily burbles along after a decent fall of rain
We Never Know the Worth of Water till the Well is Dry
This burbling fountain offers refreshing sounds to the over-dry Southern California landscape.
After cycling 7 miles up Glen Ey (taking over 2 hours with all the stops I've made along the way), it's lunch time. This was my chosen spot for the day with the water burbling in my ears and the sun so warm I could actually eat in my t-shirt .. bliss.
this lil slice of gorgeousness was taken at the amazing Finnygook Cove, which I burbled excitedly about here, in the SLuggle.
the poem Legacy by Rhonda M. Ward, available here from Poets.org, is the inspiration for the title of this. Her phrases "remembering and reminding" and "the way our lives come down" spoke to me loudly and I hope the poem speaks as beautifully to you as well. ♥
I took the quad bike down my track, a little, a few evenings back, and followed the burn to the confluence with another burn (hill stream). This ancient Ash (Fraxinus exselsior) stands guard between the two streams.
This is a lovely, peaceful place to sit and while away some time; only the wee birdies’ song and the burn burbling cheerfully over the rocks...and the occasional Scottish BlackFace x lamb calling to their buddies or mothers, in the air. A lovely evening!
South Carrick Hills
SW Scotland
“I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river, and it made me complete...”
“Somewhere Only We Know” - Keane
As we climb higher through the Glenshee Ski resort, a little burn by the side of the path burbles it's way through the grass, festooned with icicles.
Vango - Logan hair
[LOB] - Sion burble jacket
K&S - // Cozy patio set
ManCave
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xTop : [LOB] SION BURBLE JACKET
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We know everything turns to shit eventually, but in the time before that there are some amazing things that happen. Long the domain of GP35's, a pair of GP9's creak across the old wooden trestle that has seen decades and decades of change. The sun shining, peaceful burbling of the stream below and the sound of 567's echoing off the hills is something that years from now I will still remember. ETTS, probably here sooner than later, but until then I am going to enjoy the show and be thankful for the opportunity.
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[LOB] SION BURBLE JACKET @MANCAVE
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Used to see Curlew every summer in the fields near where I lived in Derbyshire, but they stopped coming one year and never came back. I missed their burbling calls. It's always a great joy to see them on their summer breeding grounds.
Location:Wonderland & Blade Runner Sim
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Model: CloettaSenap
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Jabberwocky
-Lewis Carroll-
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought —
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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Another view of the gently flowing burn I've been following a lot of the day. It burbling sound made a lovely backdrop while having my lunch.
Pulpit Hill Creek flowing through Coachwood Glen . Crystal clear waters cascade around moss covered boulders and add a soft burbling sound to the otherwise silent gully.
Being there is pretty much peak relaxation.
SMC Pentax 24mm/3.5
Waterfalls at the end of Glen Ey, which burble and roar in my ears as I eat my lunch at the end of a 7 mile cycle through the highlands.
✔ LOB : Sion Burble Jacket @ Man Cave
✔ Vango : Logan Beanie with hair
✔ FashionNatic : Linus Pant – Compatible with Gianni- Legacy – Jake
hola a todos!mi foto de hoy del proyecto es de pompas de jabón, nunca les había sacado!!!me dio trabajo porque había un poco de viento y se volaban facilmente...jaja
hello all! my picture today of the project is soap bubbles, never had taken! gave me a job because there was a little windy and flew easily ... haha
A chunky, large-billed lark of desolate sandy deserts and open arid plains of the Arabian Peninsula. Plain sandy-brown above and paler below, with faint white markings and a dark moustache mark on the face. Also note the pinkish bill and the inky black outer tail feathers, most apparent in flight. Runs about on the ground, stopping abruptly. Found singly or in pairs when breeding, gathering in larger groups only during the non-breeding season. Song, a sequence of beautiful burbling phrases, is given both from the ground and in song flight. Calls include a low wet rattle and a mellow two-noted whistle. Generally similar to other dry-country larks such as Desert and Bar-tailed Larks, but combination of more streaked upperparts, black outer tail feathers, and uniformly pink and bulbous bill is diagnostic. (eBird)
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We spent nearly five hours walking and driving around this gravelly desert habitat in search of this particular lark. A true challenge since the bird matched its habitat and there were other lark species there as well. In the end we found three together. Much discussion about the finer points of lark ID and then rejoicing as this was our only chance for this bird before returning to Riyadh for our flight to Al Bahah.
Here is the link to our Arabian Peninsula birding trip: ebird.org/tripreport/431495
Riyadh region, Ar Riyad, Saudi Arabia. November 2025.
Saudi Birding.
Come, walk with me into the forest's blessed abode,
To see the wondrous beauty the Earth has bestowed;
We'll bask in the surreal splendor that surrounds us,
And listen to nature composing the forest's grand opus,
As sounds of whispering trees and burbling streams,
Send our minds wandering into a poet's lovely dreams.
Macro Mondays: #ReadyForTheDay
Size of the frame: 1 x 1 cm / 0,4 x 0,4 inches
Onomatopoeia, also referred to as "Echoism" (not egoism!; actually it's the opposite of egoism, or, rather narcissism, but that's an altogether different matter), is "a word that phonetically imitates, resembles or suggests the sound that it describes" (Wikipedia). In German it's also called "Lautmalerei" which could be translated as "sound painting". Not only are the English and German words for the sound that is captured here very similar: gurgle, burble, gargle, bubble (= gurgeln, blubbern). But it's very similar in French (gargouiller, gargariser ), Italian (fare i gargarismi), Dutch (gorgelen), Romanian (gargară), Swedish (att gurgla), Portuguese (gargarejar) or Spanish (hacer gárgaras), furthermore grgljati (Croatian), bublat (Czech), gargalizál (Hungarian), gurglovať (Slovakian), gargara (Turkish)... I would imagine that there are similar words in other languages, too, after all the sound we all make when we gurgle is similar, but of course I can't verify it when it comes to languages that use their own script. And I should stop to bore you with my burbling about gargling anyway.
Photo infos: What you see is a small part of the bottom of a Marvis mouthwash bottle which I shook to make the bubbles (you've guessed it!). Lightsources were natural daylight, handheld LED spotlight and handheld LED flashlight (the blue light). The cable release which I bought just the other day (for blue hour shooting with Sabine.R yesterday!) proved to be way more practical than the 2 sec. self-timer I've used for my macros so far, because now I can use both hands to hold lights or other items. OK, nuff said ;-) Oh, please press "Z"!
Thank you for reading this far, and have a fresh Macro (and Whit for those of you who celebrate) Monday!
Der Klang des Morgens
Onomatopoesie ist der aus dem Griechischen stammende Begriff für Lautmalerei. Was Ihr hier seht, verwenden viele von uns nach dem morgendlichen Zähneputzen zum.... Gurgeln. Mundwasser, in diesem Falle geschüttelt, nicht gerührt. Gurgeln klingt nicht nur bei jedem von uns ganz ähnlich, auch die Wörter in den verschiedenen europäischen Sprachen sind einander ähnlich (bitte oben im englischen Text gucken) und umschreiben das Geräusch auf ähnliche Weise.
Hier erwies sich der erst vor wenigen Tagen erworbene Kabelauslöser (für's Blaue-Stunde-Fotografieren mit Sabine.R - es war toll, Fotos folgen in Kürze!) als äußerst nützlich, da ich nun in beiden Händen eine zusätzliche Lichtquelle halten und trotzdem entspannt und verwacklungsfrei auslösen kann.
Bitte "Z" drücken! Danke ;-)
Ich wünsche Euch einen sonnigen, schönen Pfingstmontag, liebe Flickr-Freunde!
Northbound Green Mountain freight train XR-1 burbles around a curve at Proctorsville, VT on March 5, 1981 with RS-1 No. 405.
We are still at the farmers crossing east of Edelstein, IL and the burble of distant GE's is heard. Flying into the scene is one of dozens of Santa Fe's hot trailer trains. Three fairly new GE C44-9w's are in charge painted in the flashy silver warbonnet scheme, BUT, the third unit sporting the large "BNSF" on the hood. Close, but no cigar!
Death drives a Riviera.
Alabaster white
leather inside.
His trunkful
of secrets
not meant
for the living.
Dual exhaust
burble your name.
He passes
you
by...
Care for a lift?
—BG
From the Washington Trails Association:
Hikers flock to Mount Storm King for that signature shot, standing on a rocky outcropping above Lake Crescent. But it's a grind to get there, and the climb to the summit can be dangerous in bad weather. Luckily, there are several outcroppings about halfway to the top offering similar views. It's still a steep hike to get to them, but at least it's shorter.
Start at the Storm King Ranger Station, on the southeast side of Lake Crescent. Hop on the wide trail that passes in front of the ranger station, and soon pass under Highway 101. Signed for Marymere Falls, the flat trail may lull you into a false sense of security. Make no mistake, your climb will come.
After just a few minutes of hiking (it'll clock in at about a half mile), arrive at huge boulder and a sign propped against it, pointing the way uphill via a 180-degree turn. This is your turnoff for Storm King. You might want to take a few layers off.
Shift it into low gear and begin your climb. Passing first through damp forest, the trail switchbacks steeply before flattening out moderately at a half mile from the turnoff. The forest opens, and becomes drier as you traverse through giant pines. Keep climbing, and you'll notice the forest around you changing. Pines give way (or at least share space) with madronas and manzanitas; hardy, twisted trees and shrubs with reddish bark that add color to the surrounding trunks of massive cedars and hemlocks.
Begin looking for views when the madronas appear. There are several viewpoints, offering peek-a-boo views of both the Barnes Creek valley and the deep blue waters of Lake Crescent. At 1.3 miles, arrive at a shoulder where you have a through-the-trees view of Lake Crescent and the Strait of Juan de Fuca. This is the end of the maintained trail. If you want to continue, the trail does so, but it becomes gradually fainter and rougher, culminating in a climber's trail.
Hikers are aided by ropes just below the end of the climber's trail, but it's quite exposed, and the tread is nearly non-existent up there. Consider carefully if you become uncomfortable on your way up, and don't climb up anything you don't want to climb down.
Extending your trip: Back at the junction with Marymere Falls, turn left and go see the falls before heading back to the trailhead. It's a short hike, and the sweet little loop takes you past not only a gorgeous waterfall, but also wide, quietly burbling Barnes Creek. It's a nice cool down after the beating you got on Storm King.
From the Washington Trails Association:
Hikers flock to Mount Storm King for that signature shot, standing on a rocky outcropping above Lake Crescent. But it's a grind to get there, and the climb to the summit can be dangerous in bad weather. Luckily, there are several outcroppings about halfway to the top offering similar views. It's still a steep hike to get to them, but at least it's shorter.
Start at the Storm King Ranger Station, on the southeast side of Lake Crescent. Hop on the wide trail that passes in front of the ranger station, and soon pass under Highway 101. Signed for Marymere Falls, the flat trail may lull you into a false sense of security. Make no mistake, your climb will come.
After just a few minutes of hiking (it'll clock in at about a half mile), arrive at huge boulder and a sign propped against it, pointing the way uphill via a 180-degree turn. This is your turnoff for Storm King. You might want to take a few layers off.
Shift it into low gear and begin your climb. Passing first through damp forest, the trail switchbacks steeply before flattening out moderately at a half mile from the turnoff. The forest opens, and becomes drier as you traverse through giant pines. Keep climbing, and you'll notice the forest around you changing. Pines give way (or at least share space) with madronas and manzanitas; hardy, twisted trees and shrubs with reddish bark that add color to the surrounding trunks of massive cedars and hemlocks.
Begin looking for views when the madronas appear. There are several viewpoints, offering peek-a-boo views of both the Barnes Creek valley and the deep blue waters of Lake Crescent. At 1.3 miles, arrive at a shoulder where you have a through-the-trees view of Lake Crescent and the Strait of Juan de Fuca. This is the end of the maintained trail. If you want to continue, the trail does so, but it becomes gradually fainter and rougher, culminating in a climber's trail.
Hikers are aided by ropes just below the end of the climber's trail, but it's quite exposed, and the tread is nearly non-existent up there. Consider carefully if you become uncomfortable on your way up, and don't climb up anything you don't want to climb down.
Extending your trip: Back at the junction with Marymere Falls, turn left and go see the falls before heading back to the trailhead. It's a short hike, and the sweet little loop takes you past not only a gorgeous waterfall, but also wide, quietly burbling Barnes Creek. It's a nice cool down after the beating you got on Storm King.
Have a peaceful weekend everyone.
Thank you so much for dropping by my photostream and leaving all the kind comments. They are very much appreciated.
FACTS:
This is a common and widespread resident over most of Oman. I will post a Female image next week.
A large, plump, and dovelike bird with a pointed tail. Males are sandy brown with a thin black breast band and solid chestnut belly. Females are sandy brown with black bars on the back and a mottled neck. Flight is fast and direct; often seen in flocks. Inhabits semidesert, dry plains, and sparsely vegetated scrubby areas. Gives noisy burbling calls. Native to Asia and Africa; introduced to northwestern Hawaii Island. (e Bird)
DFE_3565
A gregarious species of open habitats, especially weedy and agricultural areas; occurs in flocks of tens to hundreds. Typically one of the most common weaver species where it occurs, but care should be taken to separate it from rarer species, especially when in nonbreeding plumage. Note the red eyes, hefty bill, and relatively large size. Where introduced in the Caribbean, the bill shape and eye color separate breeding male weavers from oriole species. Village Weavers in other plumages are distinguished from the Northern Red Bishop by their larger size, larger bill, and eye color. Constructs compact hanging woven nests, often in large colonies in or near towns. Like most weavers, has a remarkable song made up of a jumble of squeaky notes followed by a drawn out sizzling buzz. Calls include a sharp “dzip” and “chut” or “chit” given singly or in series. Flocks create a loud burbling chatter.
Entebbe Botanical Gardens, Uganda. January 2017.
Still near peak, deep in the valley west of Rollinsville, Amtrak 1105 acting for 5 The California Zephyr is rolling along the fill into groves of Aspen Trees along South Boulder Creek. The calming sounds of the rushing river is briefly interrupted by the burble and rush of the passing train. Now for the walk back. October 8, 2020
CREDITS: LOB - ACCESS - MANCAVE - Blanc - THE BEARDED GUY
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Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
In late May or June; The farmers brought their sheep; To
wash their fleeces; In this deep pool - Burbling, bumbling,
bleating - The waters bleat like a flock of sheep it dipped
- Dip your ghosts into this hard, cold merky place - Hear
their bleat in the water’s rush to escape - The foam like
wool pulsates - Damp leaves nothing behind but the
trees’ readiness - parishioners of Middleton & Smerrill
in response to the Old Sheep Dip in Bradford Dale.
Carved by Heritage Stoneworks.
Mosquito Creek, Mount Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest, Washington
In the forest of silence,
I can breathe again...
As the new year begins, snow has returned to the mountains here, piling up in vast amounts after multiple winter storms and a blizzard this week. With a brief window of calm weather between storms last Sunday, I headed up to explore a snowshoe trail I had not visited before, on the east side of Snoqualmie Pass.
The parking area at Crystal Springs is a busy one since it serves a variety of users including cross country skiers, snowshoers, snowmobilers, and even some dog sled teams! But each group has their own separate trails so after a short walk up the multi-use connector trail, I headed off into the forest on the snowshoe trail, leaving behind the noise and the crowds. There were very few other snowshoers out that day and for long stretches of my trek all I heard was the muffled creak and swish of my snowshoes packing down 8 inches of fresh powder as I made my way through the snowy woods. Even the burbling of the lovely (and mosquito-free in the winter!) Mosquito Creek was silenced by a thin layer of ice.
Ohio Central and Providence & Worcester Super 7s burble across the entrance to Riverside Park outside of Zanesville with the tri-weekly ZVL for Cambridge.
The 244-Prime Mover in the lead FPA-2 and 251-Prime Mover in the trailing FPA-4 burble away as New York & Lake Erie’s Fall Colors Train works up the former Erie grade of Dayton Hill. Once the steepest mainline grade on the Erie Railroad, Dayton Hill ranges from 2.2% to 2.7% according to a 1962 Erie track profile.
With a seemingly endless string of home road covered hoppers in tow, the Green Bay & Western’s Winona train passes through Blair, Wisconsin on its return trip to Green Bay.
John F. Bjorklund Photo • Doug Harrop Collection • April 10, 1982
Equipped with a pilot plow to tackle heavy snow, Ann Arbor Railroad RS-2 No. 301 burbles through Owosso, Michigan. A second photographer makes an appearance on the right frame of the photo.
The usual burbling creek sounds are hushed by the winter ice.
Creek flowing into beautiful Lake Ontario.
John F. Bjorklund Photo • Doug Harrop Collection • April 10, 1982
Ann Arbor Railroad RS-2 No. 301 burbles past the Master Mix concrete batch plant in the tiny township of Cohoctah in Livingston County, Michigan.
The only endemic to the small island of Barbuda, off the larger neighbouring island Antigua. A brightly coloured inhabitant of thickets and scrub near water. The combination of blue-grey upperparts, extensively yellow underparts, white wingbars, and distinctive facial pattern are unique within its range. The song is variable, but most often is a burbling series of sweet notes given in three parts, with the middle part higher pitched. The call is a single loud sweet chip.
Vulnerable.
Barbuda Warbler (Setophaga subita)_w_1027
Whenever we drive down to our holiday home in Cornwall we'll invariably enjoy some time on Dartmoor. A favourite place for lunch is the Fingle Bridge Inn near Drewsteignton in the Teign Gorge. If the weather is nice we can sit alongside the River Teign as its burbles its way through the gorge on its was to the sea at Teignmouth. Overlooking the inn is Prestonbury Castle, an Iron Age hill fort, the top of which is almost 800 feet above sea level.
Doug Harrop Collection • June 21, 1981
Ann Arbor Railroad RS-2 No. 303 burbles through the tiny hamlet of Dundee, Michigan.
The little depot still exists just off of Main Street. Dundee once hosted two rail lines, with a diamond crossing of the New York Central Monroe Branch south of the depot, west of Gloff Road.
As a desert dweller for the past 8 years, one of the tings I miss about other climates are the streams and brooks. So on our trip to Colorado, I found myself drawn to scenes like this.
Reykjafoss, located in Skagafjörður, is one of the hidden gems of Iceland. The burbling sound of water and a panoramic view of the waterfall will give an amazing experience. In the backdrop, it has towering mountains.
A bright sun in a clear Spring sky shines down above Tanar Water in the Scottish Highlands. In the distance the triangular peak of Mount Keen, still with patches of snow. I know they say don't take photo's directly into the sun, but sometimes you have to. This made a wonderful spot for lunch with the water burbling past my feet.