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That was the call that went out when this cargo boat sailed towards the beach. The operators had waited until high tide before aiming the boat at full speed towards the beach. Once grounded help appeared from all directions so that the boat could be pulled right up onto the sandy beach.
I have uploaded a similar photo that had a much wider angle, but this one shows better the lean and effort applied in the task. I count nineteen men but there would nom doubt have been others out of sight behind the boat.
Photographed at sundown on the beach at Stone Town, Zanzibar.
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
I feel fortunate to live in a place where mountains are surrounded, and I am always drawn to visit them. This is partly because I admire the beauty and magnificence of mountains, and they make nice subject to be photographed. But more importantly, I enjoy the simplistic lifestyle when I am in the mountains and the deep connection with nature where we all came from initially.
Near where I live, there are a couple of very photogenic mountains, and Mt.Baker is one of them. This area holds the world record of most amount of snowfall during a single winter season, and is my favorite place to go in winter.
This image was taken on an overnight snowshoe backpacking trip after a big dump of snow in deep water. We spent 7-8 hours breaking through deep snow up 4000 feet to a ridge where Mt.Baker stands right in front of our camp. The night was calm and in the next morning I walked around the camp and found some snow-covered pine trees framing Mt.Baker in the distance. This was such a peaceful moment to be memorized and I am glad I have a photo with it.
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.
This bull has fought many battles and lost some tangs off of his antlers. Yet the instinct is to continue on and to do what is natural.
This is part of a gully wash created on the bluffs of Perdido Bay in Baldwin County, Alabama, following Hurricane Sally.
One of the local Buzzards calling loudly.
Spotted again from our back door, and again a long zoom capture.
Wow...the bullfrogs were all over...just too far away to see many...this one was close enough to photograph and get a good glimpse of the wake made while calling!
One from today, just for you...couldn't leave without a picture from this little place.
Will be missing you until we meet again ;-)
Good night from my little corner :-)
Goerge Michael, Calling You: www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4qfM2w675s
Radical Face - The Mute (Official Video)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRqKVo8oUn4
"Well, as a child I mostly spoke inside my head
I had conversations with the clouds, the dogs, the dead
And they thought my broken, that my tongue was coated lead
But I just couldn't make my words make sense to them
If you only listen with your ears I can't get in
And I spent my evenings pullin' stars out of the sky
And I'd arrange them on the lawn where I would lie
And in the wind I'd taste the dreams of distant lives
And I would dress myself up in them through the night
While my folks would sleep in separate beds and wonder why..."
................................. Radical Face - The Mute