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A weathered 1942 Missouri Pacific caboose, part of the Galveston Railroad Museum collection in Texas, showcasing vibrant graffiti against its rusted exterior.
Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Yeah we'll be counting stars
I see this life, like a swinging vine
Swing my heart across the line
And in my face is flashing signs
Seek it out and ye' shall find
Old, but I'm not that old
Young, but I'm not that bold
And I don't think the world is sold
On just doing what we're told
I-I-I-I feel something so right
Doing the wrong thing
I-I-I-I feel something so wrong
Doing the right thing
I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie
Everything that kills me makes me feel alive
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This Whooping Crane was photographed in the same location as the Sandhill Crane I posted yesterday, a few hours later during a pause in the rain. Both species of crane hang out in this field, along with some other cool bird species.
The 2023 count for Whooping Crans wintering around the Aransas National Wildlife Refuge is 536, including 88 juveniles. The population is considered stable for now. They've recovered from a low count of 43 in 1967, but they're still considered critically endangered. We've visited the Aransas NWR area several times over the years and it's always a thrill to see these magnificent endangered birds.
Counting My Blessings Mix
Seph Schuleter
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a promenade of his buddies was recently chopped down due to poor health. the stumps were up for a while and two women passing by assigned stories to the rings. this was a day's story for the last man standing.
Another large Italian 6 day tour. Eventful to say the least.
This place must have suffered an earthquake recently. There was a nearly new Fiat in the courtyard flattened with brickwork and many rooms falling down and evidence of huge cracks in the outer walls. Was unique and frightening at the same time.
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Sheep grazing in the fog over the Christmas period at Jacobean Felbrigg Hall, National Trust. A winter's walk in the grounds of Felbrigg Hall after over indulging at Christmas.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea, I'll sail the world to find you.
Buy Me Couple Pose "Count on me" at the Enjoy Event
One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret,
Never to be told.
Eight for a wish,
Nine for a kiss,
Ten a surprise you should be careful not to miss,
Eleven for health,
Twelve for wealth,
Thirteen beware it’s the devil himself.
--nursery rhyme, author unknown.
A simple run off stream that flows from the Jordan Pond in Acadia National Park in Maine, USA. I did very little homework before starting this adventure in New England but I knew that I wanted to hit a few spots in this National Park. We followed the path around that lake for a short while but beyond the “Pond” itself this was one of my favorite scenes. There is something about the water and how it moves so freely among nature and its surroundings.
I’ve had a crazy past 24 hours in our family. My youngest daughter was in a car accident. She is fine but her car is totalled. Later than evening we took her to the hospital to find that she has a rather large kidney stone. We are home now and she is resting. While things have been upside down, I still am thankful to God for the blessings in my life.
Mike D.
The woman who sleeps on the sidewalk here, her possessions neatly stacked around the lamp post, and a man who appeared to be in conversation. 6th Avenue, just south of Central Park.
Can’t count my blessings—I have too many.
Happy Mono Monday!
18 Oct 2021; 09:15 CDT;
316:38:9
In a country full of spectacular waterfalls, and despite the obvious drawback in that one can never expect to experience this place alone, Skógafoss has been the one to set my pulses on red alert each time I’ve visited. Ok, so that’s only twice - well three times if you count the very brief pit stop we made here on the long journey east to Stafafell - but the mere sight of it makes for a display of extraordinary power. Not only in terms of the improbable physics that are happening right there in front of you, but also in the hold that it will take on your senses as you stand here at the bottom. Sixty metres tall and twenty-five wide, this is where the highlands end abruptly as that huge curtain of water crosses the divide and plummets down to earth in a resounding crescendo right there in front of you. There are bigger waterfalls in Iceland, but you can’t stand underneath many of them like this. And this one has such pleasing dimensions, that clean and uncomplicated single drop perfectly proportioned and surrounded by clouds of vapour that make you wonder whether you should have brought some shower gel and a bath towel. And a thermos full of piping hot coffee to help with the hypothermia afterwards.
We’d come here after breakfast on our third morning in the area, having agreed that the misty grey conditions would suit the subject well. Ironic that when we’d passed through here a week earlier, there had been a bright rainbow right in front of Skógafoss. There had also been a large number of visitors, taking endless Instaselfies as they tripped from their coaches and raced excitedly towards the action. That day we had to wait for a space in the large car park, such was the popularity of the place. Finding the visitor numbers too distracting, we soon moved on, although perhaps we should have photographed that rainbow and made merry with the clone tool later. At that stage we were getting rather blasé on the subject, having spent the previous day photographing a particularly fine example at Háifoss. But there were no more waterfall rainbows for the rest of the trip, and little did we realise we’d missed our chance.
Arriving in the middle of the morning seemed to have paid off. Although far from empty, the car park was noticeably quieter than last time, and with the aid of that trusty pair of welly boots I was soon paddling about in the shallow river, setting the tripod low to bring that foreground rush of water towards the bottom of the frame. And miraculously in these moments there were chances to get the shot with only minimum numbers of stragglers to contend with. There’s always someone standing as close as they dare to, but I only had to airbrush two spectres from the scene here. Bring your wellies and you can often go to places where others can’t.
Last time we came to Iceland, on that final night before heading back to Reykjavík, I got what became my favourite shot of the trip in the form of “Sandwich Bags, Spray and Spectators,” where I was that person standing as close to the white wall as I dared to. And now, an hour after this, I took my favourite shot of this second adventure with “The Watchers.” Very possibly my two most loved images of all time in fact - from a personal point of view anyway. I’m starting to wonder whether or not it’s a coincidence the place delivers pictures that make me feel this happy. I’m quite content with this one as well for that matter. While Skógafoss keeps giving me moments like these, I’ll carry on coming back for more.
Sandwich Bags, Spray and Spectators: www.flickr.com/photos/126574513@N04/50702613408/in/album-...
The Watchers: www.flickr.com/photos/126574513@N04/52420303660/in/album-...
You can always count on crows (pun intended, sorry Mr Jones) to lead you to raptors.
We were out with a friend today and heard a group of crows yelling and screaming at something.... As we got closer I could see the shape and thought it was a juvenile eagle, then Michelle lifted her binos and said Great Horned Owl!!!!
Wow this Owl was getting harassed by at least a couple dozen crows rudely telling it to move on, it did eventually and they were in hot pursuit. Nice to see the sun again and count on some crows......