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Durgan Bridge spans the North Fork of the Yuba River at Downieville. This quaint little Gold Rush era town is one my favorite local destinations. One never has to worry about dealing with hordes of people here as it's a ways off the beaten path. My buddy Harv was convinced he could strike gold here with little effort. I told him the main gold here, was never having to worry about finding a parking place.
Happy Fence Friday everyone.
Downieville CA
My dear friend Prettyflower and I usually decide it is time to play dress up when we hang out together in SL, and then we are convinced that we look photo ready (haha) and that was the case on this night! We thought we were the epitome of galactic space girls so off we went into space. We brought little Punkie along too, because he loves a space adventure!
Here we suddenly remembered we had forgotten our wine. It was a sad moment, because well, we were in space. And the wine shop was on Earth. It was indisputably problematic. As we forlornly gazed towards Earth, we knew we should have double checked for the Merlot before embarking. In any case, the three of us had a fantastic time, everything was magical, and we got our photo for the SL/Flickr memory album and that was that ...we headed back home! And we had our wine there and made a toast to many more adventures!
I hope everyone is having a fantastic weekend! And that you never find yourselves far from home without wine! Sending love ... ❤️🍷🏈💕
Because I convinced myself not to invest on an IR converted camera, I am just creating it in Photoshop :) This is the third photo I processed to mimic an IR image. The image is a 30 second exposure with the use of a 10-stop ND filter.
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The trouble with the maples
(And they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade
There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream, "Oppression"
And the oaks just shake their heads
So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
They say, "The oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light"
Now there's no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe, and saw
BY: RUSH..I love Rush
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Body: [LEGACY] Meshbody (f) Perky Edition [+] Petite (1.5.1)
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[Aleutia] Remy Robe V.2 - FATPACK
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Headdressing:
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POSE: [piXit] Xeyanka Pose Pack
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In the Apple Store, Avenue des Champs-Élysées, Paris, France
I am convinced that MC Escher got inspired by this staircase when he visited this Apple Store in Paris.
More about MC Escher on Wikipedia
For more from France see my album En France.
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Switchers on Saturday. On the "Redbud" trip I convinced Marson and Short to take me to the Alexander RR. It was my 3rd attempt at getting a green unit as they also have a pair of dip black turds that of course they hurled my way the 1st two times I was here. After securing a few cups of Java in Taylorsville I was greatly relieved they had this unit pulled out of the enginehouse and idling. You see, during the drive here my two travel mates were laying it on pretty thick that they had already shot one of the two green units.
Here the crew has made a move on an empty box car coming out of the Pratt Industries spur and is heading back to the main. Pratt Industries is America’s 5th largest corrugated packaging company and the world’s largest, privately-held producer of 100% recycled containerboard. Alexander rosters four SW1500s with three of Southern Pacific origins and this here 11 was built for Weyerhauser Timber as their number 307.
Captured at the Colorado and Wyoming State Line. The old Windmill caught my eye at first, then the Wind Turbines in the background convinced me this would be a very unique and interesting capture.
This cooling tower for coal generated power dominates the landscape in this city on the edge of Lake Michigan. Though it appears to be a nuclear energy plant there have never been any of these in Indiana. But one source I found seems to indicate that this is what it was intended to be when it was constructed:
"Fun fact: that plant was originally designed to be a nuclear site, hence the huge concrete cooling tower. There were supposed to be 2 more towers.
An environmentalist from Chesterton almost single handedly convinced the state of Indiana that Nipsco was not doing their due diligence regarding environmental and human population impacts.
The state agreed. As a result, the project went millions over budget and time. Nipsco ended up redesigning the site to be a fossil fuel plant."
www.reddit.com/r/Indiana/comments/5tq293/cooling_tower_in...
When I approached this tower to get a photo I was surprised that the site was dominated, not just by the huge edifice but by the distinct sound of falling water. It echoed throughout the neighborhood and off of the houses nearby. At one point I could see from across the railroad tracks that there was indeed water falling inside the structure toward the bottom. Apparently this is the source of the cooling process.
Then there's this:
energycentral.com/news/ticking-time-bomb-environmental-ad...
Varanasi (Inde) - Ces petites cases sont l’équivalent de nos cabines de plages. Elles appartiennent à des familles relativement aisée afin qu’elles puissent se changer après avoir fait leur ablutions et leurs prières dans les eaux boueuses et polluées du Gange.
Sur les 2.525 km du fleuve, 200.000 millions de litres d’eau sont rejetés chaque jour, sans traitement. Le taux de matière fécale, de produits toxiques et autres bactéries, ont tué toute forme de vie aux abord des ville riveraines. Comme le fleuve sacré est sous la protection de Shiva, les hindous sont convaincus qu’ils ne risquent rien…
Varanasi (India) - These small huts are the equivalent of our beach huts. They belong to relatively wealthy families so that they can change after having performed their ablutions and prayers in the muddy and polluted waters of the Ganges.
Along the entire length of the river, 200,000 million liters of water are discharged every day, without treatment. The rate of fecal matter, toxic products and other bacteria, have killed all forms of life in the waters around the riverside cities. As the sacred river is under the protection of Shiva, Hindus are convinced that they risk nothing...
I was convinced that this owl would not fly when I approached for a perched shot with a prime lens, but he fooled me. I was too close for a shot with full wing extension but fortunately got this one.
After a day of sightseeing in Bukhara I convinced my wife to "take a break" and come and try our luck at catching a train on the outskirts of the city. 2 hours of waiting and a 2TE116 and a rather cute AS1A from the wrong way a glorious sound could be heard of something loud and heavy. A few minutes later we started seeing dark smoke coming along and then a couple of minutes later a lovely 2TE10M doing it's bit for the environment rolled into view. A good finish to a days sightseeing!
2TE10M-1151, which was formally 4TE10M-1151 heads west with a mixed freight. This line that the train is on has now been electrified however if it is energised I aren't sure. The line on the right breaks off just behind where I took the photo and heads down to Turkmenistan. From my understanding it's not a busy line however the tracks were silver suggesting maybe a few trains a week.
The only building in Bannock constructed for the purpose of worship was this Methodist Church, built in 1877, fifteen years after the founding of the town. When a large number of people gathered in town for protection against a Nez Perce attack, "Brother Van", a traveling minister, took advantage of the situation and convinced them to build the church.
"The Emperor is convinced that when it comes to truth and reality there are no substitutions or alternatives. Something is either truthful and real or it is untruthful and unreal. For this reason he regards mythology as falsity, metaphor as double-talk, and the arts as pretty little fallacies at best, or, at worst, abominable extravagances." Jamake Hightower - The Language of Vision: Meditations on Myth and Metaphor
A lovely little spot I came across.. a few weeks back..
It's a 3 image HDR.. but I'm not convinced I like it.. what do you think..?
HGGT..!! Thanks for your visit & comments..
Pogo is my 5 month old yorkie. She is very sweet but suffers from delusions (for example, she thinks she is a pit bull) and separation anxiety (she is convinced that the world will end if I leave the room).
Here is one from the spring time that never got posted. One of the images that convinced me to get the Sony 400mm F/2.8.
I was convinced until I got closer that this was a real archway. I thought this was a very clever idea and the autumn colours show up well.
I convinced myself of my belief
That behind each branch a fallen leaf
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves
I count the colors at my feet
He was convinced I was trying to steal his soul. I had to convince him I was only borrowing it for a fraction of a second (1/800th of a second to be exact) to preserve it for posterity, thus giving him a type of immortality. He finally agreed, albeit with some trepidation.
San José Renaissance Fair.
Woolly McBaaFace is at it again! Today, he’s convinced the whole flock that the grass on the other side of the fence is not only greener but tastier too. "Trust me," he says, "I’ve been around this farm for years. I know a five-star patch when I see one!"
Of course, the other sheep follow, only to realize... it’s the same grass they’ve been munching on all day. "Well, maybe it just needs more chewing," Woolly suggests with a wink.
Classic Woolly McBaaFace, always the smooth talker, but never quite the expert!
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My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Every poem, every story, and every thought I share is a part of my soul. To take them without permission is to take a piece of me
a piece that will always remind you these words are mine and can never be yours.
Even if you alter them, it is still my soul that lingers, whispering to you: You are incapable of creating your own, and that is why you copy what belongs to others.
When you have convinced yourself that you need a limousine, but live in downtown Helsinki (Finland).
Many thanks for your visits, faves and comments. Cheers.
Wedge-tailed Eagle
Scientific Name: Aquila audax
The Wedge-tailed Eagle is Australia's largest bird of prey. It was once considered to be a menace by farmers, who were convinced that eagles swooped down and carried lambs off in their talons. As a result, thousands of eagles were shot and poisoned. It is now known that Wedge-tailed Eagles mostly take rabbits, and seldom eat lambs - usually the carcases of dead lambs rather than live ones. Nevertheless, in some parts of Australia, these majestic raptors are still shot and poisoned, despite being a legally protected species.
Description: The Wedge-tailed Eagle has long wings (wingspan 2.3 m), a characteristic long, wedge-shaped tail, and legs that are feathered all the way to the base of the toes. The bill is pale pink to cream, the eye brown to dark brown, and the feet off-white. Young Wedge-tailed Eagles are mid brown in colour with reddish-brown heads and wings. They become progressively blacker for at least the first ten years of their lives; adults are mostly dark blackish-brown. The only difference in plumage between the sexes is that a female adult is generally slightly paler than her mate. Females (4.2 kg - 5.3 kg) are also larger and heavier than males (3.2 kg up to 4.0 kg). Wedge-tailed Eagles are Australia's largest raptors (birds of prey).
Similar Species: Australia's second largest eagle (and second-largest raptor or bird of prey), the White-bellied Sea-Eagle, Haliaeetus leucogaster, has shorter, more rounded wings and no feathers on its lower legs. The White-bellied Sea Eagle is 75 cm - 85 cm long and has a wingspan of 1.8 m - 2.2 m.
Distribution: The Wedge-tailed Eagle is found throughout mainland Australia, Tasmania and southern New Guinea.
Habitat: The Wedge-tailed Eagle is found from sea level to alpine regions in the mountains, but prefers wooded and forested land and open country, generally avoiding rainforest and coastal heaths. Eagles can be seen perched on trees or poles or soaring overhead to altitudes of up to 2000 m. Wedge-tailed Eagles build their nest in a prominent location with a good view of the surrounding countryside. It may be built in either a live or dead tree, but usually the tallest one in the territory. In some parts of Australia, where tall trees are absent, small trees, shrubs, cliff faces or even the ground may be used. The density of active nests depends on the abundance of prey and other resources. In most years, nests are usually 2.5 km - 4 km apart. If conditions are particularly good, the distances apart may be less than 1 km because the birds require smaller areas to find sufficient food.
Feeding: Wedge-tailed Eagles eat both live prey and carrion. Their diet reflects the available prey, but the most important live items are rabbits and hares. Rabbits usually comprise about 30-70% of the diet, but may comprise up to 92%. The introduction of the calicivirus has resulted in the decline of rabbits in many parts of Australia. It is not yet known how this will affect the Wedge-tailed Eagle. Other food items include lizards, birds (weighing over 100 g) and mammals (usually weighing over 500 g). Wedge-tailed Eagles will kill lambs, but these make up only a small percentage of their total prey. Carrion is a major food source; roadkill and other carcasses are readily eaten. Many of the reports of predation on lambs result from birds scavenging already dead animals. Up to 20 birds may attend a carcass, although only two or three feed at any one time. Wedge-tailed Eagles may hunt singly, in pairs or in larger groups. Working together, a group of eagles can attack and kill animals as large as adult kangaroos. This explains the scientific name of the Wedge-tailed Eagle which means 'bold eagle'. Under ideal conditions, an eagle can lift about 50% of its body weight. Often, eagles may cache food items on a branch near the nest area.
Breeding: Wedge-tailed Eagles are monogamous and apparently mate for life. If one bird of a pair is killed, the survivor will find a new mate. Established breeding pairs are territorial and live in the one area throughout the year, defending around their nest sites from other Wedge-tailed Eagles. (They are also known on occasion to attack intruding model airplanes, hang gliders, gliders, fixed-wing aircraft and helicopters.) Surrounding the territories are large home ranges in which the birds hunt for food but do not defend. There is usually overlap between the home ranges of two or more breeding pairs and of non-breeding birds. The nest is a large structure of dead sticks, usually reused for years, often reaching considerable size. Nests 1.8 m across, 3 m deep and weighing about 400 kg are known. Nests have a shallow cup on the top, lined with fresh twigs and leaves. Sticks are added by a bird while it stands in the nest. If these sticks are dropped outside the nest, no effort is made to retrieve them. Piles of dropped sticks 1.8 m high have been recorded under the nest trees. The timing of breeding may vary from location to location and from year to year according to the local availability of food. Both parents share in the duties of nest building, incubation and feeding of the young. A clutch consists of white eggs measuring 73 mm x 59 mm with varying amounts of reddish brown spots and blotches. These are laid at intervals of two to four days. Incubation starts with the laying of the first egg. Because of the intervals between laying, the eggs do not hatch simultaneously. The first chick hatches larger than the second, which in turn is larger than the third. Survival rates of the chicks vary considerably depending on local conditions, including prey abundance and the amount of disturbance. A breeding pair usually rears only one young per clutch, although in a good year, two chicks may fledge in some nests. Because of the differences in size, the oldest and largest chick has the best chance of surviving. If food is scarce, it will kill and eat its smaller nest mates. Chicks hatch covered with a white down. For the first five weeks or so, the adults must deliver food to their mouths. After this time they are able to recognise bits of food on the floor of the nest and can feed themselves. The young acquire their first feathers during the second week after hatching. If threatened by predators, the chicks lie flat in the nest, but will defend themselves if required. The adults, in contrast, make little defence of the young. The juveniles remain with the adults for about 11 weeks after leaving the nest. Young and non-breeding birds disperse, moving to wherever conditions are suitable. Juveniles are known to have moved over 850 km in a seven to eight month period.
(Source: birdlife.org.au/bird-profile/wedge-tailed-eagle)
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Walking here with my husband we had a hilarious (I thought, he didn't agree) conversation on what kind of trees these are. I tried to say it was spruce - he was convinced it was birch...
Sainte Geneviève au pont de la Tournelle.
Geneviève, patronne des Parisiens, est née à Nanterre vers 420. Elle est réputée pour avoir détourné de Paris les Huns, conduits par le terrible Attila, qui menaçaient la ville en 451. Geneviève convainc les habitants de Paris de ne pas abandonner leur cité.
Saint Genevieve at the Pont de la Tournelle.
Genevieve, patron saint of Parisians, was born in Nanterre around 420. She is known for having diverted the Huns from Paris, led by the terrible Attila, who threatened the city in 451. Genevieve convinced the inhabitants of Paris not to abandon their city.
Back in Keeler again. I wish I could have better isolated this old road grader, but the lay of the land swallowing it up convinced me to take the pic.
What is "best" about Daisy? - lots of things. This photo represents her determination to get what she wants. I thought this chair was mine. We argued about it for ages until Daisy convinced me I was wrong!
Happy Caturday.
Dying Dianthus…
I’m convinced that plants flower when they think they are about to die. That’s certainly true of my experience with houseplants, though I suspect they also wilt when they see me approaching!
This is a crazy Dianthus plant in my back garden. There are quite a few of these plants there but only this one doggedly thinks it’s mid-summer even during the frosty starts of a few days ago.
I have to blame the inspiration for this image on Flickr, and one or two people in particular who quite often take images of decaying flowers, which I love. So thank you!
This is for the Looking Close… on Friday group theme today Winter Flora (I think it's my first submssion to the group), and also for the Friday Flora group.
Thank you for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the image! Happy Looking Close… on Friday and Friday Flora!
[Handheld in daylight.
Developed in Capture One trying to get the light balance right and a bit of colour work to darken and blueify the greens (to add to the cold feeling), and lighten the reds and browns (but keeping the unsaturated look).
Processed in Affinity Photo for a bit more contrast work with Curves.
Sharpened with Unsharp Mask.
A Lighting Filter adjustment with a cone of white light from the lower middle to emphasise the flower.
Slight dark vignette.]
Many thanks for your visits, faves and comments. Cheers.
Wedge-tailed Eagle
Scientific Name: Aquila audax
The Wedge-tailed Eagle is Australia’s largest bird of prey. It was once considered to be a menace by farmers, who were convinced that eagles swooped down and carried lambs off in their talons. As a result, thousands of eagles were shot and poisoned. It is now known that Wedge-tailed Eagles mostly take rabbits, and seldom eat lambs — usually the carcases of dead lambs rather than live ones. Nevertheless, in some parts of Australia, these majestic raptors are still shot and poisoned, despite being a legally protected species.
Description: The Wedge-tailed Eagle has long wings (wingspan 2.3 m), a characteristic long, wedge-shaped tail, and legs that are feathered all the way to the base of the toes. The bill is pale pink to cream, the eye brown to dark brown, and the feet off-white. Young Wedge-tailed Eagles are mid brown in colour with reddish-brown heads and wings. They become progressively blacker for at least the first ten years of their lives; adults are mostly dark blackish-brown. The only difference in plumage between the sexes is that a female adult is generally slightly paler than her mate. Females (4.2 kg - 5.3 kg) are also larger and heavier than males (3.2 kg up to 4.0 kg). Wedge-tailed Eagles are Australia's largest raptors (birds of prey).
Similar Species: Australia's second largest eagle (and second-largest raptor or bird of prey), the White-bellied Sea-Eagle, Haliaeetus leucogaster, has shorter, more rounded wings and no feathers on its lower legs. The White-bellied Sea Eagle is 75 cm - 85 cm long and has a wingspan of 1.8 m - 2.2 m.
Distribution: The Wedge-tailed Eagle is found throughout mainland Australia, Tasmania and southern New Guinea.
Habitat: The Wedge-tailed Eagle is found from sea level to alpine regions in the mountains, but prefers wooded and forested land and open country, generally avoiding rainforest and coastal heaths. Eagles can be seen perched on trees or poles or soaring overhead to altitudes of up to 2000 m. Wedge-tailed Eagles build their nest in a prominent location with a good view of the surrounding countryside. It may be built in either a live or dead tree, but usually the tallest one in the territory. In some parts of Australia, where tall trees are absent, small trees, shrubs, cliff faces or even the ground may be used. The density of active nests depends on the abundance of prey and other resources. In most years, nests are usually 2.5 km - 4 km apart. If conditions are particularly good, the distances apart may be less than 1 km because the birds require smaller areas to find sufficient food.
Feeding: Wedge-tailed Eagles eat both live prey and carrion. Their diet reflects the available prey, but the most important live items are rabbits and hares. Rabbits usually comprise about 30-70% of the diet, but may comprise up to 92%. The introduction of the calicivirus has resulted in the decline of rabbits in many parts of Australia. It is not yet known how this will affect the Wedge-tailed Eagle. Other food items include lizards, birds (weighing over 100 g) and mammals (usually weighing over 500 g). Wedge-tailed Eagles will kill lambs, but these make up only a small percentage of their total prey. Carrion is a major food source; roadkills and other carcasses are readily eaten. Many of the reports of predation on lambs result from birds scavenging already dead animals. Up to 20 birds may attend a carcass, although only two or three feed at any one time. Wedge-tailed Eagles may hunt singly, in pairs or in larger groups. Working together, a group of eagles can attack and kill animals as large as adult kangaroos. This explains the scientific name of the Wedge-tailed Eagle which means 'bold eagle'. Under ideal conditions, an eagle can lift about 50% of its body weight. Often, eagles may cache food items on a branch near the nest area.
Breeding: Wedge-tailed Eagles are monogamous and apparently mate for life. If one bird of a pair is killed, the survivor will find a new mate. Established breeding pairs are territorial and live in the one area throughout the year, defending around their nest sites from other Wedge-tailed Eagles. (They are also known on occasion to attack intruding model airplanes, hang gliders, gliders, fixed-wing aircraft and helicopters.) Surrounding the territories are large home ranges in which the birds hunt for food but do not defend. There is usually overlap between the home ranges of two or more breeding pairs and of non-breeding birds. The nest is a large structure of dead sticks, usually reused for years, often reaching considerable size. Nests 1.8 m across, 3 m deep and weighing about 400 kg are known. Nests have a shallow cup on the top, lined with fresh twigs and leaves. Sticks are added by a bird while it stands in the nest. If these sticks are dropped outside the nest, no effort is made to retrieve them. Piles of dropped sticks 1.8 m high have been recorded under the nest trees. The timing of breeding may vary from location to location and from year to year according to the local availability of food. Both parents share in the duties of nest building, incubation and feeding of the young. A clutch consists of white eggs measuring 73 mm x 59 mm with varying amounts of reddish brown spots and blotches. These are laid at intervals of two to four days. Incubation starts with the laying of the first egg. Because of the intervals between laying, the eggs do not hatch simultaneously. The first chick hatches larger than the second, which in turn is larger than the third. Survival rates of the chicks vary considerably depending on local conditions, including prey abundance and the amount of disturbance. A breeding pair usually rears only one young per clutch, although in a good year, two chicks may fledge in some nests. Because of the differences in size, the oldest and largest chick has the best chance of surviving. If food is scarce, it will kill and eat its smaller nest mates. Chicks hatch covered with a white down. For the first five weeks or so, the adults must deliver food to their mouths. After this time they are able to recognise bits of food on the floor of the nest and can feed themselves. The young acquire their first feathers during the second week after hatching. If threatened by predators, the chicks lie flat in the nest, but will defend themselves if required. The adults, in contrast, make little defence of the young. The juveniles remain with the adults for about 11 weeks after leaving the nest. Young and non-breeding birds disperse, moving to wherever conditions are suitable. Juveniles are known to have moved over 850 km in a seven to eight month period.
(Source: birdlife.org.au/bird-profile/wedge-tailed-eagle)
© Chris Burns 2025
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This image may not be copied, reproduced, distributed, republished, downloaded, displayed, posted or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic, mechanical, photocopying and recording without my written consent.
A big thanks to everyone who commented on the last post - hope you had a great Christmas and wishing you a very good 2025! Now to the story.........
Wednesday had been good. Very good in fact. I’d scratched a huge itch by walking up Ballydavid Head for a view that I’m still only half convinced was real, and then after being sent chasing down the slopes to my hire car by the squalls, I photographed Mount Brandon under a blanket of snow. Finally, I arrived at Clogher Head as the blue hour set in, the white mountains at the edge of the peninsula glowing gently on the horizon, while I took in a scene that left a thousand photographs waiting for the next time. At the point that I finally surrendered to the darkness I was wet, cold, tired and hungry. And I was very very happy indeed. You don’t get to come to a place like this every day. Well, not unless you’re lucky enough to live here anyway.
I’d already noticed the sign as I set off for Ballydavid Head at the end of the morning. Kruger’s Bar, the most westerly in Europe. Ok, so you have to pretend that the Canaries and Madeira aren’t part of Europe to allow the romance to take hold, and let’s be honest, those far flung Spanish islands feel more like Africa. And Madeira may be Portuguese, but it seems like another world entirely, so let’s allow the Kruger’s claim to stick. We won’t mention the Azores. And Ireland is unmistakably in Europe, clinging to the windswept edges of the Atlantic seaboard in this lonely outpost. It has a rival to the claim in County Mayo, but I’ve looked at the map. Besides which, Kruger’s deserves its place in the Irish story.
All of this advertising puff aside, as I sat on the rocks at Clogher Head, watching the last of the light, I decided I was going to have a pint on the way back. And as Kruger’s was less than a mile from the cottage I’d rented, it was the obvious choice. At the bottom of the hill I turned right and pulled up outside the pub. At half past five it looked pretty quiet. But there was a faint glow from within and so I opened the door. It’s always unnerving, walking as a stranger into a country pub. A man the size and shape of a small dumper truck on the stool nearest the door grunted in reply as I said hello. Two elders sat side by side on a bench opposite him, one of them wearing a bucket hat. They didn’t speak. None of them looked as if they’d ever managed or wanted to find the way out of here in years. And apart from a young lad playing pool by himself on the other side of the room, it was just us. Nobody was behind the bar. I took a stool and waited. Eventually it was the lad who began the time honoured ritual pouring of the pint before abandoning his position in favour of the pool table once more. The pint remained where it was, half filled beneath the pump, the job suspended in mid-flow. They don't rush the pouring of a pint here. This can be mildly alarming if you haven't experienced it before, but you just need to stay calm, wait for the bubbles to settle, and let the anticipation build. After a few minutes, a new barman arrived to complete the operation and take my money. A relay event it seemed. The price came as a pleasant surprise. I used to go faint at the price of a pint in Ireland, but somewhere in the intervening years since my last visit, inflation has obviously been running riot at home.
As I sat at the bar, studying the pumps, I listened to the conversation by the door. I was convinced the locals were speaking Gaelic. Only the regular deployment of what sounded suspiciously like F bombs made me wonder. Pub language. Maybe they have the same word for the F bomb in Gaelic. Apart from that I was lost in translation. I can usually understand people in Cork, but west Kerry is a different matter. Gradually my ears tuned in. They were indeed speaking in English. A discussion about the Rugby Internationals: a question from the barman to the young lad - was the pool table level enough? There were still plenty of quiet profanities issuing forth from the group by the door. By now I’d moved to a seat near the window from where I could observe my surroundings more fully. The place was beautifully furnished with all manner of eye catching curiosities. A metal road sign for Dingle and the Conor Pass. Another advertising Lyon’s cakes. A black and white framed photo of the local first fifteen from a long gone era. A publicity still from Ryan's Daughter, which was filmed nearby. John Mills and Sarah Miles. So many years since I last saw it. I'd have to add that one to the watchlist. Seductive Irish reels came from the stereo behind the bar; pipes and fiddle. And then my antennae picked up more gossip. “Five and a half million profit!” But from what? My ear tuned out again. “Director's benefits, one point two five million.” I might have to return for lunch tomorrow to try and find out more.
Much as I’d have liked a second pint, it was time to leave. I nodded at one of the crowd by the door as I went. I needn't have bothered. In five minutes I was back at the cottage, where I changed out of my wet clothes and put everything, well everything below sea level, onto the radiators and the heated towel rail. I’d been caught in a nasty hailstorm on Ballydavid Head earlier in the afternoon. But my coat had done its job, and though it was sodden on the outside, the four layers beneath it remained perfectly dry. Otherwise I might never have made it to Kruger’s.
When I returned to Cork, I mentioned the episode to my family, particularly the bit about thinking the regulars might be speaking Gaelic. But I was interrupted before I could finish. Uncle Peter knew exactly what I was going to say. He’s a Cork man born and bred, but it seems the West Kerry dialect is almost as impenetrable to him as it was for me. Kruger's, it seems, is in another world, and it’s one where I’ll be only too happy to stop for another slowly poured pint next time I’m passing by.
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was convinced to upload this one, even though I said the last was the last :)
Used the diffusion filter again here, had a nice effect with the light I think... lots of color too
Check it out :)
I convinced Dylan and Jamie to come down to Crete to shoot the parked Beatrice local parked in the South Yard at Crete.
Was convinced I'd chosen the wrong location, but it turned out alright 😁 There were huge banks of hill fog all over, but I dropped into the valley and... Nothing, no atmosphere. Turns out I just needed to walk to the top of the hill.
Australian White Ibis taken at the Coolart wetlands bird hide in 2017
Focus on this bird was disappointingly soft so chose to add a classical soft focus filter to mask the fact.
Not convinced about it but presenting it for critique anyway!!
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I'm not convinced about the gull species and if anyone can enlighten me I'd be grateful.
Thank you to everyone who takes time to view, fave or comment on my pictures.
There will be no butterfly watching today in the pouring rain. It has been exquisite sitting outside beside them with my camera. There were 6 there yesterday. Seeing one on its own is beautiful but the feeling of a group of them together is unforgettable. The day before one settled on my hand for a few moments. It flew away whilst I was weighing up the possibilities of being able to catch it there by shooting with one hand. I'm convinced butterflies and bees are very intuitive. Bees always seem to pick up my thought to take a photo but stay around when I have no intention of doing so
.Due to chronic poor health I'm unable to take on new contacts but do my best to reply to comments. Thank you so much for your interest, comments and favours on my photostream. Also for your good wishes. I send you joy and peace.
Ben convinced his landlord to install mosquito netting around his apartment balcony. Well, it wasn't long before other tenants wanted the same thing. The netting looks a little tacky, but, nobody complains about getting bit by the ferocious bay mosquito anymore and the landlord can scratch one less complaint off his list.
The above story is fictional. Ben really wanted a way to keep his shuttlecocks from falling to the street. Ben loves balcony badminton!
San Francisco, California 2015
So I was convinced by Taylor when he was at my house to make Deadshot to add to my Batman villain minifigures.
I was also inspired by this image: s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/74/f9/d9/74f9d9b5ffd11e...
His head was a Black Storm Trooper with the face printed on. I used this head as Deadshot is a lot of the time shown to have a slightly darker skin.
His eye piece is the top of a Brickarms Grenade, and his headset is a modded Minifig Cat ( Either that or Tiny Tatical) headset.
His hood is a modded Lego Hood piece.
The strap on his chest is made from e-tape.
His Dark Tan coat is made from the old Indiana Jones Tent. The alternate Dark Brown Trenchcoat is an old coat I ordered off ebay.
His belt and holster are made from a Lego pirate ship sail.
His vambraces are modded Brickforge vambraces. The gun barrel on the right vambrace is the scope of a Lego Clone rifle. I took inspiration from Gotham Knight, and decided to only give him one gun vambrace.
The rest was then painted by me.
What do you think?
I convinced mom that trick-or-treaters could come at anytime. So now that we are open for business, we have to follow one important rule: anything that falls on the ground is ours, I mean mine. We don't want the health department after us.
Credit and thx to my son David, who allowed me to do some cropping and tweaking of his original shot before posting here. (He's not on flickr - but I convinced him that “people need to see this!'')
Raerae is such a character.
When I adopted her, she hid under my sofa for about 18 hours, then when I finally convinced her to come out, she ran into my bedroom and hid behind the big set of drawers for another few hours. I moved everything so I could peep at her and try to convince her she was safe. After watching me for a long time, she came out as if she'd made up her mind I was ok. That or she was starving. Probably the latter.
She still hides under the bed when she's scared, but is getting better about trusting other people. Now she looks at them from afar, then darts past them, back and forth for a while, until she feels like it's safe.
She's the sweetest, funniest little thing :-D
Though she's not so little anymore - she's put on a lot of weight, so much so that I've had to limit her intake. She's a small cat, so puts on weight easily, unlike Mumma, who has a larger frame and is a snacker. I have to guard her when she's eating, or Raerae will push in and eat everything.
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This morning I convinced Irene to have a walk and see an amazing painting, very big, made on a building in recent times. A good excuse to erase from my mind the idea of this image.
I like the concept a lot. A good original way to promote a web site, with adult intelligence and childish art.
HDR from three exposures. Taken with the 22 mm.