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One of those strange dawns with no colour to the sky, mists hanging over the water and a longing for a coffee!
Rogers pass is one of the most fantastic passes I have seen in my life. It is inside Glacier National Park, which is according to the books a less well known park. I made a few nice hikes here (more pics later), and my campsite was just a few km's before the actual highest point of the pass. I tried to conceal the road in this pic, i almost managed to do it, except for a very small stretch of the road, and the sign towards the visitor center.
From 11 june till the 25th of July, I traveled in Canada. Starting in Brighton Ontario, where my sister lives at the border of an amazing part of lake Ontario, I flew to Vancouver, and Vancouver island where I took the boat at Port Hardy to take part 1 of the Inside passage, to Prince Rupert in BC. Two days later I took part 2 to Skagway in Alaska. When coming from Skagway Alaska, you can take the train to Carcross. it is a very scenic train ride that halts at Bennet lake.
And then to Whitehorse and further on by car to Kluane National park in the Yukon district. Whitehorse is situated at the border of the Yukon. Frow there I flew back to Vancouver, rented a car, and traveled three weeks in the BC- and Alberta Rockies, visiting the famous, and less famous Nature parks like Banff and Jasper. Last few days back to Brighton Ontario to enjoy lake Ontario once more, before going home. A picture of my itinerary can be found on Facebook (www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10152940536581759&set...).
4000 pictures later, it is quite a task to show the right stuff, although the stunning scenery guarantees at least a few great shots to share. Objective will be to make a book (for myself mainly), and that might take a while.
I hope you will enjoy the impression of my travel, one that equals earlier journeys to Alaska and south America, this journey was the first in the digital era, and equally intensive because of all the hiking activities every day on and on. I loved every minute of it.
The demoiselle crane (Grus virgo) lives in a variety of different environments, including desert areas and numerous types of grasslands (flooded, mountain, temperate and tropical grassland) which are often within a few hundred metres of streams or lakes. However, when nesting, they prefer patchy areas of vegetation which is tall enough to conceal them and their nests, yet short enough to allow them look out for predators whilst incubating their eggs.
Demoiselle cranes have to take one of the toughest migrations in the world. In late August through September, they gather in flocks of up to 400 individuals and prepare for their flight to their winter range. During their migratory flight south, demoiselles fly like all cranes, with their head and neck straight forward and their feet and legs straight behind, reaching altitudes of 16,000–26,000 feet (4,900–7,900 metres). Along their arduous journey they have to cross the Himalayan mountains to get to their over-wintering grounds in India. Many die from fatigue, hunger and predation from golden eagles. Simpler, lower routes are possible, such as crossing the range via the Khyber Pass. However, their presently preferred route has been hard-wired by countless cycles of migration. At their wintering grounds, demoiselles have been observed flocking with common cranes, their combined totals reaching up to 20,000 individuals. Demoiselles maintain separate social groups within the larger flock. In March and April, they begin their long spring journey back to their northern nesting grounds.
In Khichan, Rajasthan in India, villagers feed the cranes on their migration and these large congregations have become an annual spectacle.
The demoiselle crane is evaluated as Least Concern on the IUCN Red List of Threatened Species. It is one of the species to which the Agreement on the Conservation of African-Eurasian Migratory Waterbirds (AEWA) applies.
Detail of the exterior of the Sainsbury Centre, an art museum at the University of East Anglia.
Designed by architects Norman and Wendy Foster and completed in 1978. It is grade II* listed by Historic England.
I improvised a light box to shoot this. Not my usual dark and moody shot but liked the almost airport x-ray look to this!
HMM!
- An early morning start to get up onto the Quiraing for Sunrise; took this one the way back as the sun was bathing the landscape with lovely golden hues.
The Quiraing is a landslip on the eastern face of Meall na Suiramach, the northernmost summit of the Trotternish Ridge on the Isle of Skye. The whole of the Trotternish Ridge escarpment was formed by a great series of landslips; the Quiraing is the only part of the slip still moving, the road at its base near Flodigarry requires repairs each year
Quiraing (in Gaelic, Cuith-Raing) comes from Old Norse Kvi Rand, which means Round Fold. Within the fold is The Table, an elevated plateau hidden amongst the pillars. It is said that the fold was used to conceal cattle from Viking raiders.
Owing to the above zero temperature, last night's snow became soft and fluffy and watery, went down with the light rain. Almost 30 minutes before I went out for those shots, it was still snowing with a bit of rain.The water from the melting snow kept on dripping on my head as I was walking under the tree and I had to take my hat off just to cover the lens. After one hour all the snow on the tree branches all melted away like nothing had happened, as the temperature was climbing up to plus six.
The sun was struggling to come out above the pond but had to give up as the clouds was a bit too thick and dense and it appeared to be the kind of smoky sunshine. Luckily I got a bunch of the scenery which will beautifully recall the magic moments! Please press L for better view!
I keep finding myself returning to places like this. Lonely stretches of rural road that traverse crop fields and farms. These are not pedestrian friendly, nor were they intended to be. If anything, they are decidedly pedestrian hostile. Dangerously narrow, filled with blind hills and curves, and flanked by deep drainage ditches filled with shards of metal and glass. There's really nowhere to walk but on the pavement, so I'm in some degree of risk from the moment I set foot here until I depart. I seldom see anyone here except motorists in passing cars, and I prefer it that way. I sense that anyone walking here poses some level of threat to me. Or at the very least is facing distress of their own. Accident victims; drivers unfortunate enough to breakdown here. Maybe intoxicated drivers, or worse. Ohio is a concealed carry state, so anyone you meet is potentially armed. I hear the sound of distant gunfire as I walk. Sometimes slow and methodical, giving me the impression of target practice. Other times a staccato rapid fire that sounds wildly indiscriminate. Ahead I see the impressions in the roadside sign left by bullets or maybe a blast of buckshot. This hostility visual reinforced by the poison ivy snaking its way up the pole. And then there's the adjacent acres of field corn, millions of dead leaves rustling in the wind. And a sky filled with clouds as rich in texture as the dreary landscape. I feel a nervous energy walking here, as irresistible as it is frightening. The energy I always feel walking boundary lines.
A little composition that I found hidden behind a big old Beech tree while rambling around Savernake Forest,
The Grand Teton's glacial and seasonal snow melt winds it's way down through Cascade Canyonâs rocky gorge and over the Hidden Falls, before making it's way into Jenny Lake.
We found this Juvenile Red-Headed Woodpecker along the Missouri River close to town. For weeks we have been watching Mom & Dad take care of their young. Juvenile birds lack the crimson cap of the adults and have a grayish head instead. Other than that they are the same size as their parents once they fledge (leave) from the nest. Amazing how well they blend into their surroundings.
The arrow-marked babbler lives in social groups of between 3 and 15 birds (six being the average) that defend large territories, with the size of the territory being dependent upon the number of individuals in the group. They feed on insects, spiders and sometimes snails and lizards, as well as fruits. Foraging occurs near the ground, sometimes in association with other babblers or bulbuls. A dry gurgling babble “gra-gra-gra-gra-gra” is given by multiple birds, keeping the group together.
Shot taken at night in the high Vallée Étroite (France). There were people camping out at the bottom of this valley, something very interesting because their dim light, slightly emphasized by the long exposure, has provided a special, even mystical, atmosphere to this image.
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With a wingspan of just 15 mm, this is truly a tiny moth.
Within the family Oecophoridae, commonly known as concealer moths. So called because they are camouflaged, often resembling bird poo.
Possibly Zonopetala decisana as physically similar to the naked eye.
Caterpillars appear to feed on dead wood and lichen.
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I've always been drawn to photos of churchyard cemeteries. They seem quaint and picturesque. Yet standing here in this one made me feel anxious and apprehensive. You'd think the large building would offer a sense of security and protection. In fact the feeling was quite the opposite. It completely blocked the view out of the north side of the burial ground. And a stacked stone wall blocked off the west. And not just the view but the egress. I'm used to cemeteries with wide open borders. Yes, there's sometimes fences, but these are just short boundary markers. Easy to jump over if necessary, and nothing that conceals the view. Here I just felt hemmed in and the graves seemed uncomfortably close to the building. I found myself unconsciously moving back out into the open. I wondered if other people reacted this way and how it would have felt for the families of the people buried here so many years ago. These are the graves of the village founders and I doubt there are any living relatives. I've never encountered a living soul in this place over the many years I've visited. I forced myself to walk back into the lee of the building, and then directly into the pocket formed where the stone wall meets the structure...the farthest point from the entry gate. I simply stood here for a while to take in the atmosphere. Dark to be sure and sad. Especially the stone wall. It was as if each stone had absorbed a bit of the sorrow that had been imprinted in this yard over nearly 200 years. And there are lots and lots of stones. I lingered longer than I should have. This place leaves a lasting impression. It makes me uncomfortable but somehow I feel better for the experience after its over.
The coat of the klipspringer, yellowish gray to reddish-brown, acts as an efficient camouflage in its rocky habitat; the underbelly is white. Unlike most other antelopes, the klipspringer has a thick and coarse coat with hollow, brittle hairs. The incisors might even get damaged by the hairs while grooming. However, the coat is a significant adaptation that saves the animal during steep falls and provides effective insulation in the extreme climates characteristic of its mountain habitat. A study showed that ticks occur in larger numbers on the underbelly, where the hair is less coarse. The hair often turns erect, especially if the animal is ill or if its temperature increases. Another feature unique to the klipspringer is its gait; it walks on the tips of its cylindrical, blunt hooves. This enhances the grip on the ground, enabling the animal to deftly climb and jump over rocky surfaces.
Info source URL: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Klipspringer
Photo capture date & Location: 2020-02 Bushtime at Mabula
These abandoned warehouses in Briton Ferry, known locally as Wern Works, have been vacant since 2011. The seven-acre site has been home to many businesses since it was first used by High Duty Alloys in the 1950s.
These photographs, taken in June 2016, showcase the building as it stands today.
Inspiration for the framing of the shots came from the 1975 New Topographics exhibition.
This image was taken back in November 2015 and depicts one of the surviving structures of Kennall Vale nature reserve.
Originally the image was taken as a non-infrared, however recently I've been experimenting with false infrared. Hopefully I'll be able to head out soon with the IR camera and capture infrared images.
An infrared image was taken about two years after this one at the same location. Back then I was experimenting with infrared to capture Kennall Vale and similar locations for a project I was doing.
Before unleashing their speed, cheetahs use exceptionally keen eyesight to scan their grassland environment for signs of prey—especially antelope and hares. This big cat is a daylight hunter that benefits from stealthy movement and a distinctive spotted coat that allows it to blend easily into high, dry grasses.
Info source URL: www.nationalgeographic.com/anima…/mammals/c/cheetah/
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Photo capture date & Location: 2018-05 Ngwenya Lodge
Created for Textures for Layers Challenge #81: Concealed Exits
Original photo mine, one Flypaper texture used and the other is mine.