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A figure like shape emerging from the undergrowth of this misty, ethereal woodland. OK, its a fallen tree, but it gets the imagination going :-)
This shot can be amusing if you imagine he was trying to hide the poop stain on the branch for the sake of a good photo....ha ha.
..of Harrison Stickle and into the Great Langdale valley, where the top of Pike Howe is catching the last rays of the setting sun. The deep chasm on the bottom right conceals Dungeon Ghyll Force, a spectacular hidden waterfall that I have yet to visit. Some hikers are descending on the path, they give the scene some scale.
The Comma is a fascinating butterfly. The scalloped edges and cryptic colouring of the wings conceal hibernating adults amongst dead leaves, while the larvae, flecked with brown and white markings, bear close resemblance to bird droppings.
The species has a flexible life cycle, which allows it to capitalize on favourable weather conditions. However, the most remarkable feature of the Comma has been its severe decline in the twentieth century and subsequent comeback. It is now widespread in southern Britain and its range is expanding northwards.
Black-crowned Night-Herons often spend their days perched on tree limbs or concealed among foliage and branches and normally feed between evening and early morning, avoiding competition with other heron species that use the same habitat during the day.
Their diet includes leeches, earthworms, insects, crayfish, clams, mussels, fish, amphibians, lizards, snakes, turtles, rodents, birds, and eggs.
They are social birds that tend to roost and nest in groups, although they typically forage on their own.
Source: The Cornell Lab of Ornithology
Taken at Circle B Bar Reserve, Lakeland, Florida.
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Zephaniah 2:3 “Seek the LORD, all you humble of the earth, who carry out what He commands. Seek righteousness, seek humility; perhaps you will be concealed on the day of the LORD’s anger.”
Ice and snow conceal a waterfall.
West Quebec, Canada
Camera: Olympus EM5 MkII
Lens: Olympus 7-14/2.8
PC162307
Concealer Moth (Tanyzancla argutella)
A new one for me on the Jade Plant. I am yet to discover why they are called Concealer Moths.
Update, now I know! Thanks to Graham www.flickr.com/photos/105795663@N04
and Viv www.flickr.com/photos/viv_vivekananda
for explaining the reason for the name in their comments below.
Meet the "Great Golden Digger Wasp".
No, judging by it's name it is not a wasp that seeks out middle-aged men with a good salary and a hefty 401 K (RRSP) account, the name relates to it's colouration .... the head and thorax are covered in a layer of golden hairs ... and how it lays and provides for it's eggs.
These non-aggressive wasps feed mainly on plant nectar but as the name implies "dig" tunnels into areas of soft soil. The females will dig multiple tunnels and when out on their forays the females will capture insects and sting them which will paralyze the insect, not kill it. She will then take the paralyzed insect back to a tunnel, drag it inside and lay an egg on the still live but immobile insect. She will exit the tunnel and conceal the entrance. The egg will hatch and the larvae will have a source of food to develope over the fall and winter until it emerges next spring. Males emerge to breed with the females, females emerge and construct the tunnels for it's nesting activities, so the cycle can continue.
While capturing insects for her egg laying efforts, these wasps are often chased and stripped of their prey by birds, so the female is often searching for prey to use for her egg laying chores.
More details are found here: www.countingmychickens.com/great-golden-digger-wasp-the-h...
“Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.”
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
Why they call this small heron green, I don't quite know. The back is more steel blue than green and the neck is a prominent rust color. This crouched position, while partly concealed in vegetation where they patiently wait for prey, is typical for green herons.
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St. James United Church
Built 1889 on Sainte Catherine Street in Montreal.
From Wikipedia: In 1927, to cover upkeep costs, the church permitted a commercial building to be built in front of its Sainte Catherine Street façade. The building, adjoining the church's structure, concealed the church for over 78 years, the church itself being announced by a large neon sign.
In 2005, as part of an $8-million restoration effort sponsored by the city of Montreal and the Quebec government, a portion of the commercial buildings were demolished, once again revealing the facade of the church as well as a new public square designed by Quebec architect Claude Cormier. Access has also been restored to the rear lawn from Sainte Catherine Street.
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„It has also been with me for over four decades. It is no longer played, but it is saved from all negative influences in his suitcase. And there it keeps - always concealed - one or the other secret, as well as the memories of times long past - my first E-Bass...“
„Auch er begleitet mich bereits seit über vier Jahrzehnten. Bespielt wird er zwar nicht mehr, aber dafür in seinem Koffer von allen negativen Einflüssen bewahrt. Und dort hütet er - stets verschwiegen - das ein oder andere Geheimnis, als auch die Erinnerungen an längst vergangener Zeiten - mein erster E-Bass…“
„I would like to take this opportunity to thank all followers, and all of those who just stop by. I say thank you for all past and future fav's and comments. 🙏“
„Ich danke an dieser Stelle allen Followern, und all jenen die einfach so mal vorbeischauen. Ich sage Danke für alle vergangenen und zukünftigen Fav‘s und Kommentare. 🙏“
My personal challenge for 2022 - I'll try - and do my very best...
Meine persönliche Herausforderung für 2022 - ich werd's versuchen - und mein Bestes geben…
Even as an adult, I'm still enchanted by the 'winter wonderland' effect of new fallen snow. There's just something about seeing the landscape transformed into shades of brilliant white with layers of snow concealing virtually every defect. One of the downsides of that transformation is the inevitable slog back to spring and summer. It's always a bumpy ridge, and the process is anything but linear. Warm and cold days are interspersed as the temperature vacillates. Rain mixes with snow, sleet and ice. The pristine wonderland is transformed into multiple shades of grime. Where the snow melts away, sickly hues of yellow grass are revealed along with rotting leaves leftover from autumn. On this particular day a thick fog developed amid a light but steady rain. I walked through scenes utterly devoid of both color and cheer. Still I was mesmerized by the fog. I love its immersive quality and the way it alters my view of the landscape. Even sound is altered...muted in the same way as color and visual definition. If one specific weather condition equates to human sadness, this would be it.
The Church of St. Martin in Landshut (in the background) is a medieval church in the German city located in the state of Bavaria. St. Martin's Church, along with Trausnitz Castle and the celebration of the Landshuter Hochzeit (wedding), are the most important landmarks and historical events of Landshut. This Brick Gothic landmark is the tallest church in Bavaria, and the tallest brick building as well as church in the world. It is also the 2nd tallest brick structure in the world (after Anaconda Smelter Stack), made without steel supports. St. Martin's church has a height of 130.6 metres (428 ft).
In the foreground, we see the market place.
This evening, I took a picture of its backside.
A Savanna Nightjar (Caprimulgus affinis) was resting at its nesting ground with pin drop silence. It is impossible to a photographer to spot it under such camouflaged condition on the ground. It looks like a degraded piece of wood on the uneven soil. Pics was taken from Purulia outskirts in West Bengal, India.
After walking up Y Garn to get onto the Nantlle Ridge it was rather pleasant. Passing clouds concealed the imposing ridge of Mynydd Drws-y-Coed and our new friend for the day walking his 11 year old dog caught up with us.
I've never seen low clouds caught on a ridge blowing over. The light was short lived before we were covered in low cloud and a bit of rain.
Concealer Moth (Olbonoma triptycha)
Spotted on a leaf of our Pittosporum tree, Not its usual resting place so its colours don't blend.
The only birdsong in the garden this morning is that of the resident robin, singing from his concealed song perch in the heart of the bay tree He cocks his head and fixes me with his beady onyx eyes.
The golden autumnal canopy of a twisted Beech Tree shrouds the Sulby River as it makes its way down through Tholt-Y-Will Glen. I’ve shot this particular gorge countless times, but this particular angle is one I’ve never tried before. I was drawn to the triangular rock and its interaction with the swirling water in the bottom right of the frame. The kiss of soft light coming in over my shoulder was the cherry on top of the cake. It’s been an incredibly productive Autumn for me as I’ve got a massive backlog of shots to work through and November still has plenty more yet to give 🍂
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I found the Grebe because I was spending a couple of hours with the small flock of Goldeneye that call this part of the Ottawa River home - or at least their daily feeding spot - during the winter months. They will be off soon, and every winter I try to spend four or five days down on the shore ice along the River while they are here.
This male is beginning to perform the mating display that becomes quite a frequent occurrence right before they depart. After extending his neck, he will bend it back ward along his back, and then do a funny flutter kick and throw his head forward.
There is a part of the Ottawa River, due north of Mud Lake, that has what resembles a railway siding, where trains pull off the main line for rest or repairs. A strip of tree-covered rocks, maybe 150 metres long and ten metres wide, creates the siding. In it, the River runs more slowly, with less of the turbulence of the rapids outside the island strip. The Goldeneye and other visitors make that shallower and calmer water - still open, because it is turbulent enough not to freeze - a place to forage and rest.
They drift with the current from west to east, and when they get to the end of the siding, they fly back up to the western end and drift back down again. This is as good as it gets for winter duck photography here: the birds are active on the water and in their low, noisy flight. And the narrow siding means they are never too far away.
They are very frightened of people though - I have a couple of concealed spots, which freeze over in the winter but are now water or wet ground - and will shorten or alter their drift/fly pattern if people are present.