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A dramatic reminder of the Roman Empire in Britain is 73 mile long Hadrian's Wall in Northumberland, UK. It marked the boundary between Roman Britain and Caledonia. The ancient stones look like they could tell a story or two.
After a short staycation, I am glad to be back on Flickr. Instead of traveling now, because of my husband's health - our visitors come to us. This painting is based on a photo from my archives documenting our marvelous travels in the UK.
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"All great enterprises are about logistics. Not genius or inspiration or flights of imagination, skill or cunning, but logistics."
~ Tom McCarthy
The grebe will insist on lurking in the shade of the island in the centre of the lake, so the light is often low. The kerbstones around this side are handy for getting down fairly low, though not right at water level, with only the bird guano and the odd spot of mud to mess up the jeans. OK, apart from when I wanted the shots with the fish, when it cunningly went where there were bushes that restricted such access...
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Foto panoramica di 9 scatti verticali uniti con Hugin
Panoramic photo of 9 vertical shots joined with Hugin
"Una mirabile opera di ingegneria medievale che nasconde un'inquietante leggenda.“
Fu Matilde di Canossa, feudataria illuminata e protagonista del Medioevo italiano, a ordinarne la costruzione nel corso dell'anno 1000: un ponte sul fiume Serchio, precisamente nella località di Borgo a Mozzano, che consentisse a viandanti e pellegrini di raggiungere la vicina Lucca e ricongiungersi alla Via Francigena che li avrebbe condotti fino a Roma.
Lungo oltre 90 metri, questa suggestiva opera presenta la classica struttura “a schiena d'asino”, che le arcate asimmetriche rendono unica al mondo: il suo arco maggiore, in posizione centrale, raggiunge infatti un'altezza che supera i 18 metri. Una forma convessa, quasi a cuspide, che lo rende un capolavoro d'ingegneria perfettamente conservato.
Nel 1836 il ponte subì gravi danni a causa di una piena del fiume, mentre nei primi anni del 1900 venne aperto un nuovo arco sulla parte destra per consentire il passaggio del treno. Miracolosamente sopravvissuto alla ferocia dei nazisti, che in vista di abbandonare le fortificazioni della Linea Gotica lo avevano minato, il ponte si offre ancora oggi allo sguardo dei visitatori in tutta la sua maestosità. L'arcata centrale sporge acutissima (ricordando appunto il dorso di un asino), formando una parabola talmente alta che la sua struttura sembra sfidare la legge di gravità. Non è un caso dunque che alla sua costruzione sia legata ad una inquietante leggenda.
Il capomastro incaricato di realizzare l'opera si rese conto che non sarebbe mai riuscito a finirla entro i tempi previsti. Mentre sedeva in preda alla disperazione sulle sponde del Serchio, apparve al suo cospetto il diavolo che, come era solito fare, gli propose di stringere un patto: il maligno avrebbe terminato la costruzione del ponte in una sola notte, ma in cambio avrebbe preso l'anima della prima persona che lo avrebbe attraversato. L'uomo accettò lo scambio e il diavolo mantenne la promessa, costruendo il ponte in una sola notte.
Divorato dai rimorsi, il capomastro decise di chiedere aiuto al prete del paese e insieme escogitarono un astuto piano: rispettare il patto diabolico, facendo però attraversare il ponte ad un maiale. L'inganno riuscì e il maligno, resosi conto della beffa subita, si gettò dal ponte nella acque del fiume Serchio.
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"An admirable work of medieval engineering that hides a disturbing legend."
It was Matilde di Canossa, enlightened feudatory and protagonist of the Italian Middle Ages, who ordered its construction during the year 1000: a bridge over the Serchio river, precisely in the town of Borgo a Mozzano, which allowed travelers and pilgrims to reach nearby Lucca and rejoin the Via Francigena which would have led them to Rome.
Over 90 meters long, this striking work presents the classic “donkey back” structure, which the asymmetrical arches make unique in the world: its main arch, in a central position, reaches a height of over 18 meters. A convex shape, almost a cusp, which makes it a perfectly preserved masterpiece of engineering.
In 1836 the bridge suffered serious damage due to a flood in the river, while in the early 1900s a new arch was opened on the right side to allow the passage of the train. Miraculously survived the ferocity of the Nazis, who had undermined it in view of abandoning the fortifications of the Gothic Line, the bridge is still offered today to visitors in all its majesty. The central arch protrudes very sharply (remembering the back of a donkey), forming a parabola so high that its structure seems to defy the law of gravity. It is therefore no coincidence that its construction is linked to a disturbing legend.
The foreman responsible for carrying out the work realized that he would never be able to finish it on time. As he sat in despair on the banks of the Serchio, the devil appeared before him, who, as he used to do, offered to make a pact: the evil one would finish building the bridge in just one night, but in return he would take the soul of the first person who would go through it. The man accepted the exchange and the devil kept his promise, building the bridge in one night.
Devoured by remorse, the master builder decided to ask the village priest for help and together they devised a cunning plan: to respect the diabolical pact, but making a pig cross the bridge. The deception succeeded and the evil one, realizing the insult suffered, threw himself from the bridge into the waters of the river Serchio.
Borgo a Mozzano, Lucca - Italy
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The knight in 'not so shining armor' :)) came back for her. He brings big cuddly pillows with her image on, planning to use them to distract the ogres while he frees his love.
His cunning plan worked. The big ogres seem to be confused, holding onto these pillows while ... WE are running away as fast as we can! That's ma bby! :D
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Drowsy caterpillars are transforming into moths with a cunning skill - producing their own cyanide.
Plump in their yellow cocoons, caterpillars of six-spot burnet moths have been pupating in the Museum grounds.
And this common British species has started to emerge, complete with eye-catching red and black wings.
The red spots are a sign of a deadly talent. The moths are able to produce hydrogen cyanide - a chemical compound that gives them a bad taste and, in large quantities, can kill a predator.With dark, faintly iridescent forewings bearing six bright red spots, the burnet moths (Zygaena filipendulae) are easy to spot against green grass.
The species is widespread in Britain and Europe, and it has hydrogen cyanide at every stage of its life cycle.The caterpillar food is birdsfoot trefoil (Lotus corniculatus), a grassland plant that grows in the Wildlife Garden. When caterpillars feed on its leaves, they are able to metabolise toxins found inside the plant for their own use, without being harmed.
If the caterpillars do not get enough hydrogen cyanide from their food, they can produce it themselves.
The cyanide is also used as a mating tactic. Females can release plumes of the chemical, which is likely to combine with normal sexual pheromones and help attract males. Males can also transfer the cyanide to a female during mating.The six-spot burnet moth thrives in grassland, and visitors to the Museum will be able to see it fly and lay eggs during July and August.
Caterpillars will then start feeding in autumn, before hibernating through the winter and pupating next spring.
Unlike many species of nocturnal moths, the six-spot burnet is active during the day, relying on its striking wings to warn off predators.
Il faut parfois faire preuve d'imagination et ruser pour attirer ce grand timide d'oiseau qui réside souvent à couvert , pas de secret et c'est par le gosier qu'il faut le séduire . Une vielle branche fera l'affaire , une perceuse sans fil armée d'une bonne mèche à bois et faire quelques cavités pour y mettre discrètement les noisettes décortiquées ou les glands , ensuite se planquer et surveiller de loin si la cantine a du succès et si le piège fonctionne , c'est juste une question de patience car tôt ou tard il y aura toujours des clients ( Geai , Sittelle , Mésange , Pic etc .... )
** Cliquez sur les deux flèches en haut et à droite de l'image pour obtenir le "plein écran " au lieu de cliquer directement sur l'image , comme elle a un très grand format , elle se dégrade si on clique directement dessus .....**
PS : toute demande de partage avec un groupe sera rejetée sur le champ , je ne désire aucune publicité sur mon travail ( j'ai largement passé l'âge de recevoir des Oscars , des Bons Points et autres gamineries de ce genre ....) , merci de votre compréhension .
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Sometimes you have to be imaginative and cunning to attract this shy, large bird who often resides in cover, no secret, and it is by the throat that it must be seduced. An old branch will do the trick, a cordless drill armed with a good wood drill bit and make some cavities to discreetly put the shelled hazelnuts or acorns, then hide and watch from afar if the canteen is successful and if the trap works, it's just a question of patience because sooner or later there will always be customers (Jay, Nuthatch, Chickadee, Woodpecker etc ...)
** Click on the two arrows at the top right of the image to get the "full screen" instead of clicking directly on the image, as it has a very large format, it degrades if you click directly on it. .... **
PS: any request to share with a group will be rejected immediately, I do not want any publicity on my work (I have largely passed the age to receive Oscars, Good Points and other nonsense of this kind ... ) , thank you for your understanding .
I raise this horn to the etin bride of winter.
I praise Skaði, fierce warrior,
Defender of Her father.
She is bold, fierce, and vicious in Her cunning...............
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Before the sunrise, Liam went into the altar next to the Seers. He had something clear. Talk with the spirits of the land and choose a totem. He needed to be stronger, more cleaver..
Time pass, and finally a spirit becomes his totem... The goat, one of the cunning totems.
Liam old tattoos and marks burns and face away as the goat blends with him. A howl will sound in the woods.
Once everything was done, he rest... That was exhausting. then he goes to eat something because. Oh my this goat was starving!
Picture taken at Forest of Calduhr - Eldritch Forest
Famed for their cunning and stealth, these orangey-red dogs with their bushy tails can be seen in towns and the countryside. They come out mostly at night but can also be seen during the day if you’re lucky!
then you might have a chance. You can be dedicated but that is no guarantee that you'll make it. I rely on a hunch, little luck, and some cunning.
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Drowsy caterpillars are transforming into moths with a cunning skill - producing their own cyanide.
Plump in their yellow cocoons, caterpillars of six-spot burnet moths have been pupating in the Museum grounds.
And this common British species has started to emerge, complete with eye-catching red and black wings.
The red spots are a sign of a deadly talent. The moths are able to produce hydrogen cyanide - a chemical compound that gives them a bad taste and, in large quantities, can kill a predator.With dark, faintly iridescent forewings bearing six bright red spots, the burnet moths (Zygaena filipendulae) are easy to spot against green grass.
The species is widespread in Britain and Europe, and it has hydrogen cyanide at every stage of its life cycle.The caterpillar food is birdsfoot trefoil (Lotus corniculatus), a grassland plant that grows in the Wildlife Garden. When caterpillars feed on its leaves, they are able to metabolise toxins found inside the plant for their own use, without being harmed.
If the caterpillars do not get enough hydrogen cyanide from their food, they can produce it themselves.
The cyanide is also used as a mating tactic. Females can release plumes of the chemical, which is likely to combine with normal sexual pheromones and help attract males. Males can also transfer the cyanide to a female during mating.The six-spot burnet moth thrives in grassland, and visitors to the Museum will be able to see it fly and lay eggs during July and August.
Caterpillars will then start feeding in autumn, before hibernating through the winter and pupating next spring.
Unlike many species of nocturnal moths, the six-spot burnet is active during the day, relying on its striking wings to warn off predators.
I knew what I was looking for this pic, it just made me have Paris vibes, Then one song came to mind when I thought of Paris and wine. Old school Parrothead here, couldn't resist, though it is true, if we couldn't laugh we would all go insane. :)
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I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine I wish I could jump on a plane
So many nights I just dream of the ocean, god I wish I was sailin' again
Oh, yesterday's over my shoulder, so I can't look back for too long
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me and I know that I just can't go wrong
With these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of my running and all of my cunning
If I couldn't laugh I just would go insane
If we couldn't laugh we just would go insane
If we weren't all crazy we would go insane
Oh bugger, I slightly altered the image and my laboriously scripted description has just disappeared. Not sure I have the energy to attempt to rewrite it! Here goes:
Yesterday, I finally made the trip to Ossett to see the remaining bird of the two vagrant birds that originally appeared there. It was a dull and overcast morning, but I planned my arrival as the weather brightened up and the sun came out. Sadly, the bird didn't come out, but slept, slightly hidden behind stems amongst the riverside vegetation, from my arrival at circa 1:20 through to 5:30 pm, as befits the species name and habits, occasionally eliciting false hopes, waking to briefly preen, or glance around, before dozing off once again.
It was a sunny but blustery afternoon, chilly in the cold wind, with gusts that made holding camera and lens focus quite challenging.
The bird finally roused itself after 4+ hours, to clumsily and very deliberately clamber down to the river's edge, to again stand cunningly and inconsiderately behind stems and shoots of vegetation, observing the water statue-like, only moving to efficiently snatch an occasional Minnow from the shallows as in this shot.
Photo subtly cropped to exclude the assorted plastic bottles, paper cups and other debris that littered the bank and river's edge! The funny thing was I didn't even see the bird on arrival there, wasn't sure amongst all the scraps of plastic hanging in the vegetation!
Having outlasted the half dozen other visitors, I eventually abandoned hope, succumbed to the conditions and left at 7 pm, tottering off with my gear and almost breaking my neck getting past the metal storage tank limiting access and forming a makeshift stile on the path downstream; finally accepting that this was not going to be a day when I got clear views and shots of this super UK vagrant with its amazing red eye. :-)
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And I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use -- silence, exile, and cunning.
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Drowsy caterpillars are transforming into moths with a cunning skill - producing their own cyanide.
Plump in their yellow cocoons, caterpillars of six-spot burnet moths have been pupating in the Museum grounds.
And this common British species has started to emerge, complete with eye-catching red and black wings.
The red spots are a sign of a deadly talent. The moths are able to produce hydrogen cyanide - a chemical compound that gives them a bad taste and, in large quantities, can kill a predator.With dark, faintly iridescent forewings bearing six bright red spots, the burnet moths (Zygaena filipendulae) are easy to spot against green grass.
The species is widespread in Britain and Europe, and it has hydrogen cyanide at every stage of its life cycle.The caterpillar food is birdsfoot trefoil (Lotus corniculatus), a grassland plant that grows in the Wildlife Garden. When caterpillars feed on its leaves, they are able to metabolise toxins found inside the plant for their own use, without being harmed.
If the caterpillars do not get enough hydrogen cyanide from their food, they can produce it themselves.
The cyanide is also used as a mating tactic. Females can release plumes of the chemical, which is likely to combine with normal sexual pheromones and help attract males. Males can also transfer the cyanide to a female during mating.The six-spot burnet moth thrives in grassland, and visitors to the Museum will be able to see it fly and lay eggs during July and August.
Caterpillars will then start feeding in autumn, before hibernating through the winter and pupating next spring.
Unlike many species of nocturnal moths, the six-spot burnet is active during the day, relying on its striking wings to warn off predators.
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Sometimes Vas'ka is terribly naughty boy...He knows we don't allow him to sit on the dinner table, but he could do it on the sly and and looks at us with its huge innocent eyes...
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Lucky Irish Black Bog Cat
A (supposedly) super lucky Irish bog cat, carved from 100% Irish turf.
Although this cat has been around for approx. 20 years old, I can't say anyone here has ever noticed increased good fortune!
The story goes.... Ireland’s bogland was once home to the much sought after black bog cat which was said to roam the vast bogland near the shores of Lough Neagh.
It was larger than the usual cat and lived on insects and small animals, and was said to bring luck and great wealth and happiness to those whose path it crossed.
Similar stories are told about a large black cat seen in the boglands in midland Ireland, who with its intelligent cunningness always evaded capture.
“It was like they waited to tell each other things that had never been told before. What she had to say was terrible and afraid. But what he would tell her was so true that it would make everything all right. Maybe it was a thing that could not be spoken with words or writing. Maybe he would have to let her understand this in a different way. That was the feeling she had with him.”
― Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter
Lyrics
She's a whistle on the wind
A feather on the breeze
A ripple on the stream
She is, sunlight on the sea
She's a soft summer rain
Falling gently through the trees
And I love her
She's cunning as a fox
Clever as a crow
Solid as a rock
She is, stubborn as a stone
She's a hardheaded woman
And the best one that I know
And I love her
Yeah, well I love her
She's as new as the springtime
Strong as autumn blows
Warm as the summer and
Soft as the snow
She's a thousand miles from here
But she's everywhere I go
'Cause I love her
She loves me like a woman
She looks like a lady
But she laughs like a child
Cries like a baby
I think that maybe
She's the one that's gonna save me
A Willow Warbler carrying food to its nest which was cunningly concealed under this small tree.
Taken in the Yorkshire Dales.
The number of times this cunning life utters "Check & mate my dear", I snicker and reply, "Good move but not better enough to put me down, try harder and yes, better luck next time." - Amol Gade
Fyonnbahr (Fin-bar), looking up the hill, in the field behind the house, as the sun goes down.
He spent a long time playing chases with Salyx, Elfyn and Rowyn...attempting to exert his superiority. However, he is the smallest and the girls were having none of it. I think, here, he is figuring out a cunning plan!
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Im not the artist off this picture only model
All of these birds, all of these birds in my head
Swarming around
Pecking, keep me up and I can't come down
All of these words building a house in my head
Tearing it down, the wreckage is keeping me up
And I can't come down
The carnage of the cardinals they haunt me
The buzzing of the hummingbirds ignite me
The ravens got a carnival that's rocking
Me wide awake like there's nothing at stake
'Cause I was born as perfect as the
Skies are, head latched open to the skylark
But now my brain's a prison for the flight
Oh, get out of my head
Get out of my head
Get out of my head
this picture not made by me, but by the lovely
thank you so much for this special birthday picture i love it !!
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Did you know that San Francisco has houseboats? After going to an entrepreneurship event in San Francisco I went to nearby Mission Creek. There are houseboats since the sixties. In the last few years they got surrounded by high-rises. A local news article has some background on the houseboats.
This shot cost me $68. When I went back to the car I had a parking ticket on the windshield. No parking on that street from 12:01am to 02:00am on Mon, Wed, Fri. I got the ticket at 12:16am. My bad, mentally I was still on Tuesday. But do you really think they clean the roads three times a week? Exactly after midnight? Seems like SF takes measures to cunningly filling their coffers.
I processed a balanced HDR photo from a long exposure RAW image, pulled the curves for mid tones, and selectively reduced the color saturation in the sky to make the scene pop.
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Karlštejn Castle is located about 30 kilometres (19 mi) southwest of Prague in the Beroun District of the Central Bohemian Region, above the market town of the same name.
From Wikipedia
Founded in 1348, the construction works were directed by the later Karlštejn burgrave Vitus of Bítov, but there are no records of the builder himself. Some historians speculate that Matthias of Arras may be credited with being the architect, but he had already died by 1352. It is likely that there was not a progressive and cunning architect, but a brilliant civil engineer who dexterously and with a necessary mathematical accuracy solved technically exigent problems that issued from the emperor's ideas and requests. Instead, Holy Roman Emperor Charles IV personally supervised the construction works and interior decoration. Construction was finished nearly twenty years later in 1365 when the "heart" of the treasury – the Chapel of the Holy Cross situated in the Great tower – was consecrated.
Following the outbreak of the Hussite Wars, the Imperial Regalia were evacuated in 1421 and brought via Hungary to Nuremberg. In 1422, during the siege of the castle, Hussite attackers used biological warfare when Prince Sigismund Korybut used catapults to throw dead (but not plague-infected) bodies and 2,000 carriage-loads of dung over the walls, apparently managing to spread infection among the defenders.
Karlštejn around 1850
Later, the Bohemian crown jewels were moved back to the castle and kept there for almost two centuries, with some short breaks. The castle underwent several reconstructions: in late Gothic style after 1480, in Renaissance style in the last quarter of the 16th century. In 1487, the big tower was damaged by fire and during the 16th century there were several adaptations. During the Thirty Years' War in 1619, the coronation jewels and the archive were brought to Prague, and in 1620, the castle was turned over to Ferdinand II, Holy Roman Emperor. After having been conquered in 1648 by Swedes, it fell in disrepair. Finally, a neo-Gothic reconstruction was carried out by Josef Mocker between 1887 and 1899, giving the castle its present look.
Beautiful fox cub which made an apearance at the hide the other night. It is the first year foxes have visited so it was a wonderful bonus. Absolutely gorgeous to see!
Scientific name: Vulpes Vulpes.
Juvenile Red Fox feeding on peanuts in my garden.
Famed for their cunning and stealth, these orangey-red dogs with their bushy tails can be seen in towns and the countryside. They come out mostly at night but can also be seen during the day if you’re lucky! Info: The Wildlife Trusts.
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What if monsters were real? Not as abominations lurking in the shadows… but cunning predators hiding in plain sight? Influencing every aspect of our world in ways we would never dare to imagine? What if you became one of them?
You are not the victim running from monsters. You are the monster. Eternal life and supernatural power are yours for the taking… if you can survive.
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Harold waited patiently for his wife Nora to perform their well rehearsed diversionary tactic. One carefully aimed hit on the ladies head and Harold could pounce and grab the food.