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I was watching and photographing several Oriental pied hornbills (anthracoceros albirostris) when I heard a persistent crow-like call somewhere behind me. This bird was the "culprit", perched alone on a dead tree. Photographed on the island of Pangkor, in Malaysia.
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Parque Natural del Gorbea (Vizcaya/Bizkaia - País Vasco/Euskadi)
Sony A900 + Carl Zeiss16-35mm + ND8 filter + Cokin filter : X121S
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Grand Canyon during sunset
I feel that the wild west is calling me back.
If I am with you, can I still call you wild?
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This Eagle was calling to their mate and within a couple minutes the other eagle showed up.
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The Mountains are Calling and I Must Go...
John Muir, born in 1838, was one of America’s most famous and influential “Outdoor Enthusiasts,” which in his era, were called Naturalists. He remains one of California’s most important historical personalities and is generally still known today as one of the Father’s of our National Parks. He once described himself as, a “poetico-trampo-geologist-botanist and ornithologist-naturalist etc. etc.!!!!”
The ravens at Lehigh Valley Zoo are often visited by wild ravens, native to our area. They pass food to each other, through the fencing. What the birds who are zoo residents do not seem to understand is that their wild cousins are afraid of humans, and will stay away when a photographer is standing there.
This raven kept calling out and looking toward the sky.
Wednesday June 24th 1998
Old man look at my life,
Twenty four
and there's so much more
That makes me think of two.
Last night my little shelter didn’t really do much but annoy the hell out of me - the wind blowing down the valley kept whipping the flaps back and forth - ARGH! Finally around 2am I got so sick of hearing them woosh together that I abandoned the tent for the back of the Jeep. A little cramped but a lot quieter.
I got up this morning and decided that I needed to stick around Zion for a bit longer - Angel’s Landing was calling me. I needed to exhaust some of these thoughts out of my mind. So I got up, took a dip in the freezing river and commenced the long climb up the mountain. As I went along and the terrain got steeper and steeper and the sun hotter and higher in the sky. It was strenuous and dangerous (which I’ll get to in a bit) and my legs now feel like jello but the payoff , the view, was definitely worth it. Just like yesterday at the Narrows - anything worth getting to isn’t easy.
Well I got up near the top and saw the last .5 miles of trail looming up ahead of me and thought “you have got to be kidding.” Right then and there I realized why it is named “Angel’s Landing” - probably because if you slip you die. The last section of trail was one of the scariest, yet exhilarating things I have ever done. The trail was about 3-4 feet across with 1,000ft drop offs on both sides…like walking the plank. There was a single metal cable strung between loose polls running the center - at times you had to stop and squeeze into a crevice while another hiker scooted around in the other direction. It was great though - ADVENTURE - like I’ve never experienced before.
I got to the summit where my mouth automatically fell agape in amazement and the camera just seemed like something so small and ill-equipped to do any justice to the view. As I was sitting there I heard a fellow hiker mention that he was from the Chicago area. We struck up a conversation and he knows where my cousin Melissa lives - His name was Pat Mooney and he teaches Physics, Chemistry and Earth Science to high schoolers. Most interestingly he has a friend who is a photographer in New Jersey that travels to small towns in the Carolinas on the weekends to photograph the people, and communities. Sounds like a very kindred spirit. Pat and I hiked down off of Angel’s landing sharing stories about America. We shook hands and parted ways at the trail head.
As I was walking back to my car I came across two more extraordinary people. What grabbed my attention was the baby blue ‘68 VW camper with the engine compartment propped open and a man elbow deep in grease - at first I though it was Rob from T or C, but then I saw a woman sitting in a chair next to the slider, feet up and reading “War and Peace.” I just had to hear their stories. So I walked up and introduced myself. Come to find out they are from Sidney Australia - up and over here in America traveling across the country. Now these two were my type of people. Steve Turner, originally from New Zealand and Johanna Brem, originally from Germany. They flew into L.A. without a plan, bought this old VW from a used car lot and set out across the desert for the summer. Now he’s two valves down, and quickly loosing a third… We sat and talked for three hours about everything - Zion, traveling, literature, history, etc… All the while Steve was tearing apart the heads on the VW and I lent him a hand here and there. Finally, Steve was convinced that he could make it out of the mountains for a partial rebuild somewhere and we began to part ways - I must have made an impression because they insisted on giving me their address and phone number back in Sydney - throwing in that they were only three blocks from the beach and always open to people crashing for days or weeks. I put the info into my journal and who knows, maybe someday I will look them up.
So here I am back in the campground where the winds is blowing worse then last night so this old backseat looks mighty inviting. Tomorrow I plan on dropping a call into the Last’s - maybe take them up on their promise of a hot meal and a soft bed?
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The Gardens.
Bay of Fires. Tasmania.
Renowned for its granite rocks covered with orange-red lichen.
Single image.
Whoa! That’s a 1949 Cadillac Series 61 Sedanette, V8 Fastback. No for sale sign on it, but a primo vintage specimen. Won’t fit in your garage, my son said, “but buy it anyway and figure out where to put it later.” I’d prolly have to sell the house to afford it . . .
London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
Taken near London Drugs, downtown Vancouver
Or I think I might start calling them wombles from now on!
Brilliant name!
Loved the dark markings on this one!
Lyth Hill - Shropshire
A wandering tattler sings from atop a coastal limestone outcrop. Uncommon in breeding plumage in its nonbreeding range, I’m not sure if it’s an early migratory return or if it’s a young bird that oversummered in the tropics. I observed it chasing other tattlers on the shoreline. ‘Ūlili, the Hawaiian name, resembles the tattler’s alarm call. With an expansive migratory range, the wandering tattler lives up to its common name. ‘Ūlili were considered messengers and scouts of the gods. A magnificent navigator, many tattlers annually migrates between Alaska, Siberia, and Canada to tropical Pacific islands on a high endurance non-stop flight of 72 to 96 hours. Using the stars and the earth’s magnetic field, perhaps visually perceived with magnetoreception molecules of cryptochrome in its retina, ‘ūlili find a route over thousands of miles of featureless open ocean.