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I'm convinced of this: Good done anywhere is good done everywhere. For a change, start by speaking to people rather than walking by them like they're stones that don't matter. As long as you're breathing, it's never too late to do some good. Maya Angelou
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A Wicked Turn
Acte 11
Some inkling, possibly gained from years of experience, convinced him to stay put for the time being.
And so he did, waiting at the fork in his road, at a standstill as the steps approached, ever closer up the staircase, before deciding which path he should take!
Finally, she reached the top, and the steps stopped while she executed a most pregnant pause …
He watched and waited with eager anticipation.
Finally, after a silent ½ minute wait, he was rewarded as, the pleasing figure of a rather diminutive, excitingly pretty miss, peaked, then slipped cautiously around the corner.
Above all, what he found to be the most stimulating pleasing part of her picture, were the visible jewels she was flashily adorned with.
She was tightly holding closed the top of a green satin cape, it's hood down, exposing her rather pretty delicately doll-like, made-up face.
Said face made even prettier by the dangling emerald earrings that swayed to and from the long platinum blonde hair that fell deliciously along either side of her head.
Running through both sides of that hair, along her forehead, was a thin gold coronet: and hanging down from the royal crown like gold piece, gently tapping along her forehead, was a small, but pricey, egg-shaped diamond, making a rather striking declaration of desirable opulence.
Desirable for her to where, desirable for others in her circle to look at, and desirable for a thief to steal away from her!
He looked down at her green satin gloved hands that held her cape closed.
She was wearing a pair of emerald rings, one on each index fingers, and a small diamonded ring on her left pinkie.
Both of her wrists were encased by a pair of cuff bracelets, their many rows of diamonds beckoning out in a manner quite vexing to one of his nature.
Also, vexing was the more than simply curious burning desire to see what additional treasures she was hiding underneath that lovely thin satin cape once stripped away.
For he had made his decision not to silently retreat with his bird in hand!
i am convinced that in nature is the orderand harmony of things....but we have created chaos
Kim Klassen summer lovin & canvas black textures
sorry about the absence, i seem to have lost the ability to get onto flickr on my phone...i don't know if it's the website or the phone yet!
We convinced a local tour operator to drop us off at our hotel, as we had no idea how to get there ourselves.
I'm not convinced that Night Heron is the most appropriate name for this bird as all the ones I have seen have been active in the daytime!
It was the only wet day during a week in Hungary's bird-rich Hortbagy National Park when I encountered this heron - just 3 metres away behind a glass-fronted bird hide. I was ferreting about in the bushes outside the lakeside hide (looking for caterpillars!) when I saw this heron parachute in. I had a feeling it had landed on or near the reeds in front of the hide, so I entered as silently as I could and my camera was already mounted on a tripod ready for action. As I clicked away, I knew the bird could hear the noise of the camera - but was puzzled because he couldn't see me behind the one-way view glass. It's a shame it was raining and the light was poor, but it was an unforgettable moment to be so close to such a special bird.
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Sadie once again
I convinced her there was something in the plants so she stood still while I took her photo... muahaha.
Today I revised in pretty colours, but it didn't make it any easier. I went running first thing because I'd forgotten how awful running is. Sadie had a dogfight as the next door neighbour's evil dog got through our hedge, still attached to its lead, and attacked her. We had a barbecue, because it's a sunday. I always spell barbecue wrong first time. Mum tried out her new tent, which she calls our 'home' for summer. That's about it.
I created a tumblr with all of my 99 days photos on in the hope it would make them look better and keep them all in one place.
also, I created an action to give away because I reached 350 facebook fans, but I felt too awkward to give it away on facebook due to all of the 'normal' people on there that would look at me funny, so if you'd like a copy, flickrmail me with an email address I can send it to, and I'll send it right back.
An acrobatic ruffed grouse feeding on aspen buds!
While driving along a forested Minnesota road I faintly noticed three of these birds swinging on the thin tree branches. Even though it was past dusk at that time already, they were interesting to watch.
Ruffed Grouse are somewhat larger than pigeons, living their entire lives in wooded areas and they are native to North America.
They also are one of the first links in a complex food chain and only less than half of Ruffed Grouse make it through the first few months of life. Their main predator, the Goshawk, hunts in the daylight hours and therefore Ruffed Grouse are usually seen at dawn or dusk.
This photo was a haphazard effort to document these lovely birds. I was not convinced my Canon could handle such low light and high ISO (16 000)! But it did, well, somewhat...
I'm convinced Ed talks to the animals and they talk to him. I'm also convinced he is a shape shifter who is able to assume whatever form required to enter buildings through tiny cracks. He is everywhere. He is in the shadows. He is in the wind. Most of all he's just a really cool guy and a heck of a photographer.
I am convinced I have spent a lot of my life looking but not seeing , something I have accused others of at times without ever thinking I was guilty myself until I came across this little beauty which I must have encountered before without realising.
At first I thought I had one of the species of bee-fly as this bee moved and sounded more like a hoverfly than a bee and was extremely fast moving from flower to flower. It was often intercepted in its flight between flowers by another bee of the same species much like you see hoverflies do so I felt quite happy with my initial rough ID of one of the bee-flies.
A devil to get shots of as not only was it fast but the flowers they were busy visiting hung downwards and often in shade so you rarely had a chance at a complete view of the insect itself.
When I got the images on the computer I was amazed to see that not only was it a bee rather than a hoverfly but that they had these marvellous hairy feet as their name suggests and which you can clearly see here in this image.
I love the long wispy hairs on its legs too.
Aggie being convinced to go into shallow water. Her cautious nature is showing through here.
Love the light including the dappled reflections in the water.
Im not convinced that all these people claiming to be hungry and homeless now on our streets actually are?! I appreciate that is a little controversial to say... but I tend to think there is a lot who are choosing begging as a way of working if that makes sense? Real homeless people will tend to have stories and be too proud or sell the big issue. Im more likely to give to those that don't ask... rather than those that sit right beside the cash machine!
Pine Glades Lake, Everglades National Park, FL
And now for something quite, if not completely different...
Michael keeps telling me to do some B&W conversions, but I am never too convinced. For me the world, my world, is in color; the more colorful the better.
Don't get me wrong, I do like B&W shots and admire them. Just don't show me the color version if there is one. I am bound to like that better. In most cases anyway.
But after seeing Michaels great B&W shot from our shoot together I thought I give this a try. I have to admit I quite like it.
So this is for you Michael. :-)
I'm not very convinced with this shot, It's not professional at all, but it's something real and I feel like it tells a story..
I used the B&W effect just to make it stand out more.
This was taking in Leeds, UK. and btw, he was playing everything I do by Bryan Adams ♥.
P.S: I'm living in hell without my photoshop, and now all I can use is "picnik"
Anyways, I talk too much :P
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I'm not very convinced about this picture as the white appears to absolutely dominate (result of one exposure having a completely blown out background but maintaining almost perfect lighting on the pier).
What do you think?
If you’re convinced you’ll never be able to learn bird calls, start with the Gray Catbird. Once you’ve heard its catty mew you won’t forget it. Follow the sound into thickets and vine tangles and you’ll be rewarded by a somber gray bird with a black cap and bright rusty feathers under the tail. Gray Catbirds are relatives of mockingbirds and thrashers, and they share that group’s vocal abilities, copying the sounds of other species and stringing them together to make their own song
Lockdown Day 58: Convinced myself that I wanted to be down at Collister Pill at high tide, so out the door at 5:30 this morning. Nice walk, but light was awful and the tide was too low to force many birds into view. Lovely being out and about that early though.....
Whitethroat, Sedge Warbler and Reed Warbler en route
I finally convinced myself to set aside my selecting and editing work on my travel photography from my recent year-long trip to go out and use my brand new Canon 5Dsr. So I headed up to my favorite place within striking distance of my home -- Sparks Lake in the Oregon Cascade Range. I was not disappointed in either the scenery nor the camera. I got this shot at dawn. That is South Sister on the left and Broken Top on the right, both Cascade Range volcanoes. The camera did a great job of picking up detail in the water near shore. Also, note that I used a Singh-Ray gold-blue polarizer to cut glare in the water reflection and accentuate the colors.
Convinced that the blades must rule, Minori, a nightblade, seeks to expand their influence over the kingdom. Tasked by the Council of Blades to monitor and assist the king's advisor, the whiteblade Kiyoshi, he secretly plots to overthrow the king and install a puppet ruler, furthering his vision of blade supremacy. To his peril, Minori will soon learn that not all allies are trustworthy, and not all opposition is hostile.
Nightblade's Vengeance (Blades of the Fallen Book 1) by Ryan Kirk
I was last minute convinced to bring this to the con, via plane. Had to split it so I could fit it in the right sized box to not get charged a couple hundred dollars by the airline, then just pray it wasn't over 50 pounds and that it would make it to Chicago, as it wasn't designed to be transported. The response at the convention was worth it, lots of people really liked it.
“I’m convinced that anyone who doesn’t like Mexican food is a psychopath.”
―(Jim Gaffigan)―
In the Bay Area, the members of G.T.C. (the Great Tortilla Conspiracy) are out and about, creating edible works of art, silk-screened with chocolate on the perfect tasty round canvas: a tortilla. They are geniuses.
“Reuben! Reuben come back! Reuben! REUUUBENNNN! Reuben, make a good choice now! Reuben, you need to make a good choice!”
I'm not convinced that Reuben was ever going to make a good choice, and while I'm fully committed to the concept of the will of the people, I couldn't help feeling that here was a moment when a hefty dollop of parental autocracy was needed. Reuben was only just three. Not much older than my tiny little grandchildren. I know this because his mother, who seemed to be placing an inordinate amount of faith in Reuben's grasp of the concepts of action and consequence at such a tender age, had already pointed the fact out to him loudly enough for everyone on the right hand side of the beach to hear. Meanwhile, the small boy's eyes followed the older children up the cliff; the fifteen year old, pursued by the nine year old, next by the six year old, and then our little crusading sherpa with a death wish. Reuben was desperate to climb to the top as well, and after all attempts to reason with him had been ignored, was plucked from the sheer rock wall before he could escape. I wanted to make the short ascent too, but I was waiting until I could have it to myself. I hoped my eighty year old mother wasn't going to suddenly appear out of nowhere, yelling in my general direction at three thousand decibels when the moment came. It seemed that Reuben hadn't made a good choice. Later, he tried again, as I watched and wondered at how he’d given Mum the slip and trotted halfway across the stony beach to Base Camp Zero once more. Soon she hot footed it over after him, still trying to appeal for common sense, and managing to thwart his progress before I, or anyone else present felt the need to get involved. Modern parenting. Something tells me Reuben’s going to be a mountaineer when he grows up. Either that or a tree surgeon.
I wasn't sure whether I'd made a good choice either. Clevedon is undeniably lovely, but wasn't I just playing it safe by coming here? Earlier, on the long drive south from Cheshire, the Malvern Hills had briefly filled the distant horizon with a semi mountainous haze under an azure sky. I hadn’t visited Great Malvern in thirty-five years. I could have stayed nearby and walked up to the top for golden hour, to enjoy views towards the Brecon Beacons and the Black Mountains on the border with Wales. Later, phone snaps came from home, where clouds had gathered to absorb every last drop of pink from the setting sun. Here at Clevedon the sky was completely clear, save for a mass of burning cloud that hovered over the Bristol Channel a long way to the west. And we don’t like clear skies do we? Not when we’re taking pictures we don’t. Well it was too late. Here is where I was, and once Reuben and all of his associates had finally abandoned the scene, I clambered up to the raised area of rocks beneath the pier. I was soon followed up by a gang of adolescents, but Clevedon is an easy going sort of place, where people seem to be very chilled - at least in my experience they do - and they were perfectly peaceful as they waited for the sun to set somewhere over the Welsh coast. Hell, they were even playing some quite agreeable sounding music. I’m not sure what it was, but I was getting gentle overtones of early seventies progressive folk rock, which I far prefer to much of the banal noise we generally associate with young people these days. My goodness I’m starting to sound like my dear old Grandad who’s been gone for more than thirty years now. They were nice kids. I shall move on. Where was I? Oh yes, I was on top of a small cliff, setting up the camera in the direction of my favourite pier. Now I come to think of it, I’m not even sure if I’ve ever photographed any other piers.
Once I was up in this rarefied atmosphere, an entire fifteen feet above the pebbles, I began to wonder whether I was too close to the pier, almost looking along it as I was. If I'd stayed at the bottom I could have opened up the angle a bit and experimented with some variations to the composition. But I wasn't looking forward to abseiling back down the cliff, at least not until I'd watched those kids make their descents first. Everything looked different from the top, and I couldn’t even remember exactly what route I’d taken up here. But then again there was an advantage to this elevated viewpoint that I hadn't enjoyed in previous visits. A slightly different angle in fact, and in addition to this it was easier to lose the untidy foreground rocks that were being revealed by a rapidly falling tide.
Then came the glow, the green ironwork catching the golden sunlight against the clear blue sky as the clock moved towards six. Maybe I was in the right place. Maybe I'd made a good choice after all. Behind me, the strains of something soft and soporific came from the group of youngsters. Fairport Convention? Probably a modern reboot, but it fitted the mood well enough. They climbed down. I climbed down after them and watched an orange band of light slowly fade across the estuary above Cardiff’s waterfront. Reuben was probably at home, trying to smash his way out of his bedroom window and onto the roof by now. There was a pub just across the road and I wasn't driving anywhere until the next day. It was time to make another good choice and find a pint of something warm and hoppy. And then maybe another one.
As anyone who has attended one of my courses or endured my presentation on the "Truth, Lies and Myths of Photography" (currently 2 hours, 350 slides) can confirm, I whole heartedly believe the real skill in outdoor photography lies within the darkroom.
The minute I bought my first camera and discovered the crippling limitations even when using it to its full potential, I fully understood the significance of obtaining quality darkroom skills.
Whilst there is no doubt, that turning up to the same location over and over again until conditions prove perfect, can be enjoyable and also occasionally produce beautiful images. It is however, a lottery of which you have absolutely no control. Your progress as a photographer is not in your hands.
I'm also not convinced a camera can ever really be a creative tool in the landscape, It is nothing more than a mechanical/digital device which allows you to capture an optimal amount of light.
Creativity comes from the darkroom. This is where we have the ability to create drama, alter mood, add atmosphere and eventually produce something individual and unique to ourselves. This is where good photographers of days gone by became masters. Ansel Adams was good with a camera but he was a master of the darkroom
Think of it like this –
-If you don’t post process your images - you are the guy who used to give his film to the chemist
-If you only do basic adjustments, you are still the guy who used to give his film to the chemist but might play around with different types of film
-If post processing is critical to you, you are the guy who had his own darkroom and doesn’t accept constraints or limitations. Your potential is far greater than any other type of photographer
I know which option I prefer and firmly believe that by accepting a raw file to be nothing more than the first few percent of the finished product; I am in no way constrained by weather or opportunity. Taking pictures regardless of conditions and creating beautiful, unique, distinctive images; for me, is not just “Photography”, it is "The Art of Photography".
Now By writing this blurb I am in no way stating that I am an artist, far from it. I am simply explaining that every time I pick up my camera or switch on my computer, that is the destination I am aiming for.
This was never meant to be a long winded explanation; I just wanted to say this image is a good example of the how post processing is the only tool that allows you to be truly creative and produce your own distinct interpretation of a scene. I have put the original into the comments for comparison. The raw file is “Photography”, the completed image is "The Art of Photography", big difference?
On a side note...
...for two years now I have presented my slideshow around various camera clubs and organisations all the way from Dundee right down to Liverpool.
Learning people the truth about photography through nothing more than simple facts is something I feel extremely passionate about. I am a firm believer that arming people with the truth allows them to then make up their own mind and follow their own path.
In fact I feel so strongly about this stuff I have never once requested a fee for my presentation. I simply find it very rewarding to see how enthused people become once they understand the truth as so many people have been given inaccurate information around this subject.
If you belong to any clubs or organisations interested in this type of information, just give me a shout. As long as I'm not out of pocket and we can arrange suitable dates, I don’t mind travelling anywhere to present it.
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These White-lored Spinetails were challenged us as they darted around in the branches of a wooded area in the Pantanal. It took some effort but we managed a couple of shots of them. I wasn’t totally convinced there were actually white lores on this one but I am pretty sure the ID is correct.
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"In 2046, NEC (Northern European Commission) convinced leaders of the ISEA (Imperials of Southeast Asia) that the SE. Asia - S. Euro Province Treaty of 2045 was an armament/dominance chain that would inevitably overthrow each continent one by one. Intercepted messages showed that their battleplans were flawed and poorly developed yet strong enough to make a war w/ Asia over in less than a year." NEC Field Marshal Bernett Geschwin and ISEA Lieutenant Kiska Shih would each send in a hardened veteran task force to carry out the job. NEC deployed the famed 49th Infantry 'Meadowmen' and ISEA's 21st Samurais' 'Red Batons' to take down the PEUC's 67th Artillery Battalion. The most famous part recalled was the Siege of Ryu Ame, in which their were sevral rebelious citizens and extremely high resistance 3 miles away by 231mm Bon Bon Mortars. The only artillery received by Allied forces were 80mm 'Whiskey Rocket' Quad mortars and 75mm 'Tank Carbines'. The raids took place from the landings on May 9th 2046 to the parliament capture of June 14th, 2046 in several classified locations."
Confederates convinced themselves that if they showed up in force, Kentuckians would not be intimidated by the United States but would feel free to join the Confederate cause and would join in droves.
Kentuckians did not. Quite the opposite.
The border state had declared itself neutral at the outset of the secession of southern states in the hope of brokering a grand compromise between the North and South to prevent civil war. Kentuckians did not want war and did not want apocalyptic battles of carnage between their fellow countrymen in their own yard. Although a small minority, sizable and elite parts of the population in the state, supported the Confederacy, Kentuckians did not want citizens of their state to be at war with one another. That was not good state policy. So, neutrality.
Despite being part of a slave-owning state, when push came to shove, Kentuckians overwhelmingly felt more loyalty to the U.S. Constitution and the United States. "United we stand, divided we fall" had been its state motto since 1792.
Rural and urban Kentuckians–north, south, and east–joined overwhelmingly to fight on the side of the United States against the Confederacy. They voted for pro-Union state legislators so much that 4 out of 5* of Kentucky's legislators were pro-Union. Even before the Civil War pushed Kentucky to polarize even more in support of the Union, early in the war the state House of Representatives introduced and passed a law that made joining the Confederate army a traitorous act against Kentucky and illegal for Kentuckians in House Bill 36 of 1861. Regarding national congressmen at the outset of secession, Steven Bernstein in Kentucky in the Civil War 1861-1862 writes: "On June 20th, Kentuckians elected 10 Congressmen, 9 of whom were Unionist."
*Note: I'm going by memory on the 4:5 legislator data. I think this was from the book Kentucky's Civil War. I'm looking for the sources on this data now…
After a rotation Phill convinced me to capture this angle, firstly with just the blue backlight but it just wasn't enough colour for me so Phill kindly turned around to light the tower in the most pinky purple ever known to humankind. Top Nights LP.
PDS-02088
Not convinced it modern enough. Need to add 2 small boarders.And yes I am running a little late, again! Any thoughts?
"I am
convinced
that different
people
awaken
different beasts
in you."
-K.Michelle
Another photo of the exceedingly fantastic https://www.flickr.com/photos/chrisrivera from #WGFG2015, hosted by https://www.flickr.com/photos/robertcorneliusphotography .
Well… I have FINALLY convinced my boss to do a National Parks calendar this year. This is the calendar that I am the most excited about right now. Almost every calendar we do is of just one specific state, or park. I've been trying for four years to convince him to do a few more 'general' calendars, that cover a larger variety of the incredible scenery the southwest has to offer. Last year, we finally did a 'Scenic Southwest' calendar, with a nice variety of photos ranging from the coast of California to the mountains of Colorado. I was pleased that, that calendar sold quite well.
We are still doing the 'Scenic Southwest' calendar this year. All 12 photos are still mine but I am not as happy with some of the photo selections that made it into that calendar this year as last year's calendar. Then, we decided at the last minute to finally try out the National Parks theme. This was an extreme latecomer to the calendar year. It wasn't printed until around September, which is EXTREMELY late to get them in stores. Most of our calendars are printed around March, to get them into giftshops in time for the summer tourist season.
So… Anyway… All 12 photos in the National Parks calendar are mine, and I selected them all myself so, I'm really excited about this one. It came out so late in the season, it will be hard to gauge sales of this one versus our other calendars that were printed six months ago. I really hope we can continue doing these in future years. I really think this has potential to be our best selling calendar. Most people who come out here to visit the national parks, don't visit just one, they visit several. Seems like a National Parks calendar would be a perfect souvenir to buy.
If anybody would be interested in a copy, either for yourself, or, if you're looking to find the perfect holiday gift for someone who you don't particularly like, but, feel obligated to buy something for… Stick them with one of these. If you live in the southwest, you're likely to see a rack of our calendars near the checkout line in any giftshop, gas station, or grocery store. If you would like to mail order one, you can do that through the company I work for.
If anyone would like to mail order one, here are a few links.
Here is a link to the National Parks Calendar.
All the photos that calendar are mine. Most of our other calendars, on average, half the photos are mine. The rest are from freelancers.
If you want to look through some of our other calendars, here is our companies homepage. Click "Online Store"
A few other calendars that have a lot of my photos this year are.
Albuquerque Ballooning. Bryce&Zion. California. Lake Powell. Lake Tahoe. Northern Arizona. Route 66. San Antonio. Utah. Sunsets (which is another new calendar for this year)
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I fear this love reaction, just like You said I would.
A rose could never lie about the love it brings.
And I could never promise to be any of those things.
If I was not so weak; if I was not so cold; if I was not so scared of being broken, growing old,
Then I would be frail.
There's beautiful things, where we somehow convinced ourselves that there's something good about them. Often without knowing what exactly it is.
And then there's things that are inherently useful for something, and I mean something that's relevant in and of itself. Or interesting in a way where you wonder, how does that even work? Or even if you don't wonder how - after all what's that knowledge gonna be good for in your reality - recognize it as a minor miracle that it works. Like the fact there's room for a brain capable of maintaining controlled flight in the head of a bee. Or how there's functional nerves and muscles in its legs, that are just a tiny fraction of a millimeter thick in total.
Frankly, that impresses me a lot more than a pretty flower or things like that. With their tendency to display perfect symmetry and all that, assuming their growth went unhindered, they're designed "closer to the metal" of the universal computer. But that too sounds more like the "interesting" category of things. Or maybe like a place where the lines between the two get blurred.
Only, then again, to that bee, the same flower would be highly useful of course. Perhaps the concept of beauty is just the acknowledgement, that someone else probably has a use for this, and therefor, I'm grateful it exists. In a way, that would mean beautiful things are, in reality, ugly? Doesn't ring very true either.
"...I am convinced I have seen a buck of this species twice the volume of a buck of any other species ". Merriwether Lewis, 1805
A mule deer buck among bitterbrush and sage with a sprinkling of broomweed for variety.
Public (BLM) land near Fort Rock, Oregon, USA
Lauderhill, officially the City of Lauderhill, is a city in Broward County, Florida, United States. As of the 2010 United States Census, the city's population was 66,887. It is a principal city of the Fort Lauderdale metropolitan area, which was home to an estimated 6,012,331 people in 2015.
The development that eventually came to be known as Lauderhill was original to be named "Sunnydale", but William Safire, a friend of the developer, Herbert Sadkin, convinced him to change his mind. Safire felt that "Sunnydale" sounded like a neighborhood in Brooklyn. Sadkin said there were no hills in the new town, to which Safire replied, "There are probably no dales in Lauderdale, either!" From that discussion, the name "Lauderhill" was coined. The development eventually grew to become Lauderhill, the city.
Lauderhill was one of two developments (the other in New York) that began largely as off-the-shelf architectural designs that had been available to the public at Macy's department store. The homes, which had been designed by Andrew Geller, had originally been on display at the "Typical American Houses" at the American Exhibition in Moscow. Following a group of approximately 200 of the homes constructed in Montauk, New York in 1963 and 1964, the same developer, Herbert Sadkin of the New York-based All-State Properties reprised his success in New York, building a series of similar homes in Florida, calling the development Lauderhill.
In 2003, the New York Times described the Macy's homes:
The package deal included a 730- to a 1,200-square-foot house on a 75-by-100-foot lot, as well as state-of-the-art appliances, furniture, housewares, and everything else a family would need for a weekend in the sun, including toothbrushes and toilet paper. The cost was roughly $13,000 to $17,000.
The Inverrary Country Club was built in 1970, and two years later, its East golf course became home to the new Jackie Gleason Inverrary Classic on the PGA Tour, which is hosted through 1983. Gleason himself built his final home on the golf course.
Up until the late 1980s-early 1990s, Lauderhill was mostly a retirement community for the Jewish community and the second home for snowbirds (especially in the Inverrary neighborhood). It is now home to mostly Jamaicans, West Indians, and African Americans, but it still has a sizeable white, Jewish, and Hispanic population in the Northwest section and in the Inverrary neighborhood, located north of Oakland Park Boulevard and east of University Drive.
Credit for the data above is given to the following website:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lauderhill,_Florida
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~Story people~
I'm a bit angry today, cause some IDIOT is stealing our photos again! And I already reported him like 12 hours ago and he is still here! :/
Sooo not good Flickr!
And I'm just wondering ... is really that hard to do something about this people? I see lots of web pages, which don't allow right click and copy&paste on their photos! Is this totally impossible for Flickr??
And no I don't want to go FF, cause I want the whooooole world to see my photos and I don't want to have a biiiig watermark over my photos!
Well HGGT guys ... hope this little bow is green enough! I just need something sweet for today! :)
Please no large glittery graphics, photos or big group invites in your comments!
Explored ... #161! :)
I'm not convinced that Night Heron is the most appropriate name for this bird as all the ones I have seen have been active in the daytime!
It was the only wet day during a week in Hungary's bird-rich Hortbagy National Park when I encountered this heron - just 3 metres away behind a glass-fronted bird hide. I was ferreting about in the bushes outside the lakeside hide (looking for caterpillars!) when I saw this heron parachute in. I had a feeling it had landed on or near the reeds in front of the hide, so I entered as silently as I could and my camera was already mounted on a tripod ready for action. As I clicked away, I knew the bird could hear the noise of the camera - but was puzzled because he couldn't see me behind the one-way view glass. It's a shame it was raining and the light was poor, but it was an unforgettable moment to be so close to such a special bird.
Thanks for taking the time to view and comment on my photographs – it is greatly appreciated and encouraging!
© Roger Wasley 2015 all rights reserved. Unauthorized use or reproduction for any reason is prohibited.
Should you be convinced you'll never be able to learn bird calls, start with the Gray Catbird. Once you've heard its catty mew you won't forget it. Follow the sound into thickets and vine tangles and you'll be rewarded by a somber gray bird with a black cap and bright rusty feathers under the tail. Gray Catbirds are relatives of mockingbirds and thrashers, and they share that group's vocal abilities, copying the sounds of other species and stringing them together to make their own song. [Ref: allaboutbirds.org]
Arcadia State Beach. Cannon Beach, Oregon USA.
Playing with designs on a new logo, any feedback welcome.
Floridians are convinced that it's really cold down here at this time of year. This photo was taken about half an hour after the sun had come up, and the air temperature here at the water's edge was probably about 55 degrees Fahrenheit.
(When I asked Siri about this, she said, "Cogitating ... 55 deegrees Fahrenheit converts to about 12.8 degrees Celsius." Seriously ... who says "cogitating" these days?")
Anyway -- if this woman had been from New Hampshire or Boston, she probably would have been dressed in a mini-bikini. I've been wearing shorts and a t-shirt since I got down here a couple days before Christmas, and the local people think I'm stark raving mad ...
Note: I chose this as my "photo of the day" for March 1, 2015.
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I'm spending the winter months of 2014-2015 in a warm spot on the beach in Indialantic, FL (if I have Internet access, it doesn't matter too much where I'm physically located).
I'm trying to get up about an hour before sunrise every morning, and be out on the beach for a morning walk just as the sun peeks up above the horizon.
On the very first morning, and every morning thereafter, I've immediately noticed that I was not the only person on the beach. There are joggers and walkers out getting their exercise, and *lots* of fishermen casting their lines out into the surf. But down by the 5th Avenue boardwalk -- where you can park your car and get a cup of coffee/latte/whatever from the local Starbucks -- there are lots and lots of people who clearly come down here just to watch the sunrise
These are some of the people...