Winnats Pass, Peak District, UK

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I had a quick sandwich and dashed out after work. Driving out to the Peaks there was some great light and a rainbow. But as I passed through Castleton I saw the last of any direct light on Cave Dale and Winnats Pass. I headed up anyway and tried to stay upright in the strong winds.

Luckily, as it started to rain quite heavily, the storm produced some lovely diffused light and colour with an almost misty quality. I was quite happy in the end. The camera was soaked but at least the wind wasn't blowing rain onto the lens.

Oct '86 A quick change of lenses and I managed another shot with the sheep in. After this one they all dashed out of shot, as sheep do!

Ektachrome 100 (EPN) film. Mamiya 645 Super.

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One good thing about living just ten minutes drive from this beautiful beach is, if I see a sunset developing I can grab my camera, tripod and wellington boots and jump in the car and be here in no time. This evening was no exception, the sky had been very grey for most of the afternoon but at 7.30 it started to lift so I took a chance and dashed to the seaside.

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12:21 What’s in front of you?

This is the view from my house and the first thing I do in the morning is check out the weather by peeping at this hills, they tell us how it is! On this freezing morning I could hardly believe the pink tones, I dashed outside (in my night clothes!) to grab this before the moon set and the colours faded into day.

Three short stories from this week:

One day this week, just before midday, I went out into the garden to fill the next garden bag with shredded cane in the beautiful sunshine. I hadn't really been out yet when Timmy had already left our bed to take the opportunity to help Daddy in the garden 😉 The first thing he did was climb onto the valerian pot. Nothing to see yet, but he can probably smell it already. Then I cut off the first stake reed, which is up to 3 metres long. When I hold it over the garden sack to cut it, the top end wags around on the lawn. Of course, Timmy can't miss this invitation. Off we go, happily pulling up stakes 😊 Without his "help", the work would be done twice as quickly. But we had much fun 😊

Yesterday after lunch I was getting ready for my nap when Timmy came in. He had a quick sniff at all four bowls of the 24by7 buffet, but his tiredness got the better of his hunger and he went to bed, where he lay down at the foot of the bed. I also went to bed and told him with explanatory hand movements that he had to come up to me if he wanted to be stroked. He stared at me, but nothing happened. I tried several times, but he stayed lying down, always staring at me. Then I closed my eyes and thought "if you don't want it, you've already got it". A few moments later, I heard him get up and come over to me. He lay down so that I could stroke his lower half, which I then did.

The moral of the story: sometimes you just have to give in if you want to be stroked 😊😊

Now to the story with Timmy's lookout ladder. Recently it rained quite heavily. Afterwards, the water was standing on the tiles in front of the ladder. When I entered the terrace, I saw Timmy sitting on the left in front of the bridge and whistled to him. He set off briskly, under the fence and then, as always, he dashed through our garden, up the three steps in one leap and then ... he wanted to jump onto the ladder in one jump to cuddle me. But because of the thick film of water, he had no grip and slid very quickly towards the ladder. I thought he was going to crash into the round strut - there's just under 14 cm between the strut and the ground. But no - he stretched his legs, pressed his head and bum to the ground and slid under the strut on his belly. He then managed to turn left while scrambling to his feet and avoid colliding with the ladder steps.

And the moral of the story: if you jump into the blue, you should have very good reflexes 😊😊😊😊

You never get bored with a Katerchen like Timmy :-)))

Happy Caturday 27.1.2024 "features"

Families and runners converge on Sutton Park in Birmingham during a chilling Sunday morning. Light filters through the foliage. Just before this a fix dashed across the path... The dog failed to notice.

Shot on iPhone 7 Plus.

I dashed up the tallest peak on Hamilton Island early one morning - only to find someone beat me to the best spot.

Dashed plans of seeing the Pere Marquette 1225 this year due to an overhaul taking place. I went to the more closer to home option of seeing the 261 depart the Union Depot in Saint Paul. This was first run of the year.

-Lana del Rey

I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.

At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.

Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.

I was a singer - not a very popular one,

I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.

But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why - but there's no use in talking to people who have home.

They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.

I was always an unusual girl.

My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean...

And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying...

Because I was born to be the other woman.

Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.

Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

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I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves.

I keep my lamp lit, to warn the sailors on their way.

I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past.

I was so happy, but joy in this life seldom lasts.

I had a keeper, he helped me warn the ships at sea.

We had grown closer, 'till his joy meant everything to me.

And he was to marry, a girl who shone with beauty and light.

And they loved each other, and with me watched the sunsets into night.

And the waves crashing around me, the sand slips out to sea.

And the winds that blow remind me, of what has been, and what can never be.

She'd had to leave us, my keeper he prayed for a safe return.

But when the night came, the weather to a raging storm had turned.

He watched her ship fight, but in vain against the wild and terrible wave.

In me so helpless, as dashed against the rock she met her end.

Then on the next day, my keeper found her washed up on the shore

He kissed her cold face, that they'd be together soon he'd swore.

I saw him crying, watched as he buried her in the sand.

And then he climbed my tower, and off of the edge of me he ran.

I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves.

And though I am empty, I still warn the sailors on their way.

Another shot from the April Supermoon visit to Portland Bill, Dorset. The eastern sky had just started to colour and the Pink supermoon was setting so dashed over to try to get a composition against Pulpit Rock.

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126/365 … slightly out of order again (I will catch up) but I like this one and think it deserves to be posted on the right day!

Anyhow, I was watching the rising sun on my drive to the gym and thinking that I should stop … if only I had the time and opportunity … and then, just as I approached the car park one of my fellow cross fitters dashed across the approach track some 100 yards down … so I did … managing to catch this tree in silhouette at the same time …

I don’t know how her shot turned out … I very much hope well … but I do like this and I’m grateful for the push that her dash gave me to stop!! … :-) xx

Here's a memory of the relatively few public outings of the incredible four-cylinder Pacific 18 316 with its 2,10 m driving wheels.

On October 4, 1997 it pulled a special to Nürnberg. My friend Jörg and I jumped at the chance to shoot the train at Weinsberg with its semaphore signals. The train had a scheduled stop at Weinsberg to meet a regular passenger train. We thought that shooting at both ends would be viable. It was.

We were right in time for the departure. We left the car on the "dark side", dashed across the tracks and joined the photoline.

A cracked wheel sidelined the 18 316 permanently a few years later. It remains a display at the Mannheim Technoseum.

Waving was the first trick I taught Barney to do for the camera & one of the first "just for fun" tricks he ever learnt. It's been one of his favourites ever since - something he offers up to get attention when he's feeling ignored, or if I ask him to do something & he's unsure what I mean. He definitely knows saying "hi" works to make people look at him & often gets him a biscuit or two, or at least to give him a fuss!

Haha, actually, although it's titled "hi!", I have to be honest, I think Barney's wave here was more a "goodbye" wave than a "hello"... He was in a good mood, enjoying a walk in the woods in warm spring sunshine & had kindly agreed to sit for the camera. I was happy because some days, I'll ask Barney to pose & no matter what I offer in the form of tasty bribes, he will *not* co-operate until I put the camera down - or at least point it in Flynn's direction instead (as far as he's concerned, when it comes to posing for pictures, Barney's handed over the reins to the youngster)! However, after a minute or two of sitting nicely, Barney offered me a final cute smile & a big wave & then, the *second* he heard the shutter click, he sprang up & dashed off... He was in such a great hurry, that I nearly ended up face down amongst the flowers. For an old boy, Barney has a surprising amount of speed & strength & he can certainly launch himself at the end of a lead with a great deal of enthusiasm!

Minimal LE of marker at Whitstable Harbour

Sanderling / calidris alba. Holy Island, Northumberland. 01/06/25.

'DASHED HOPES.'

Too distant for my liking, though if viewed large you can see some satisfactory feather detail and colour in the Sanderling's breeding plumage!

This gorgeous wader had been steadily advancing towards me. With every step, hopes of achieving a decent close-up rapidly escalated. However, it wasn't to be. Turning abruptly, it suddenly ran back to where it had come from! All hopes were dashed.

BEST VIEWED LARGE.

Tatama National Park, Risaralda, Colombia

After a rather wet day we were rewarded with this wonderful light over the western fells; I grabbed my pocket camera and dashed out into the garden to grab a few shots before it faded into dusk.

Not my greatest dawn raid.

Up at 4:45am to meet at Lulworth at 5:30. Trudged round the beach and up the footpath - the aim was to shoot the sunrise at Mupe - gate locked. Should have checked the firing range opening times; this is one of the few weekends the ranges are shut - doh!

Trudged back round the beach to the car park and dashed around to Durdle Door in the car.

It was a flat light but calm morning with a lovely colour in the water and nice tones in the sky.

It gave me chance to take this homage to the David Noton shot and show my friend Paul what he can do with his new Lee Filters :)

Nice morning light on Baseline Road in Lafayette, Colorado.

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Protector-312

Rank: ARC Sergeant

Nickname: Shogun

253rd legion, Pride of Mandalore

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//Two bodies on the ground. A trail of footsteps. There was only one thing to do, follow.

Shogun and his men ran through the tomb, moving deeper and deeper into the temple with each step, following the trail of footsteps left by an unknown assailant who was responsible for the destruction of bravo base, along with the deaths of countless of shogun’s brothers.

Shogun raised his hand and his men halted. The trail was of footsteps gone, along with almost all of the snow and sunlight.

Blunt stepped off the pathway onto the smooth stone below, attempting to see any trace of where the attacker could’ve gone. He stood silently and looked into the darkness ahead. Then a sudden “Bang!” Blunt attempted to turn his head towards the ground, but was cut off short and lifted off the ground by the metal droid emerging from the stone. Shogun dashed forward, drawing his blade as he ran, and swung the beskar edge directly onto the droid, slicing it in two. The two halves fell onto the rubble around, echoing on the cavern walls. Blunt stood back up, attempting to regain his breath after the beating he took. He placed his palm on his helmet, resting on the cold rock floor. He looked at his brothers but then jumped back. Another droid. He attempted to reach for his blaster on his pack, only to grab the air, his blaster was on the floor. “Kriff.”

Shogun turned, slicing through the droid like butter, only to be greeted by several more of the can shaped droids popping out of the ground. Krit and killi began to fire on the droids while shogun lifted blunt off the ground, hosting him onto the pathway. Shogun took one last look towards the incoming horde of droids, then towards his brothers.

“Fall back!”//

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I got myself out of bed at 3.30am, really just to watch the event. Around 4am I thought it would be a shame not to take any pictures so dashed back to the house, grabbed my camera and tripod and took a sequence of varying exposures. This is a composite of one exposure showing stars and another just the Moon. The Moon has been enlarged to better represent the view as seen by the eye.

L303 has a former CSX CW40-9 in tow as they descend into the Thornapple River valley in Cascade. The Dash 9 was sold to a company based over in Wixom, MI that is developing a carbon capture system for locomotive exhaust.

Conditions were looking promising for a good sunset. Despite having some nice-looking cloud formations, the sun just would not break through the lower cloud near the horizon.

Anax junius -- male

I spotted this Darner land in the Persimmon tree and thinking it was a female dashed up to the house for the camera. Not to be - I think this is a very teneral male.

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In Scotland's worst ever fishing disaster 189 men were lost in a single storm in October 1881, when skippers from Eyemouth, St Abbs, Cove and Burnmouth in south-east Scotland set out to sea as usual despite severe storm warnings.

By midday they were in the teeth of a severe storm for which their wooden boats were no match. They fled for the shelter of the port but many never made it. Their vessels either overturned or were dashed on the rocks at the entrance to harbours or elsewhere along that small stretch of coast. Women and children looked on helplessly as their husbands, brothers and fathers were thrown into the sea and drowned before their eyes.

In 2016 on the 135th anniversary of the disaster the widows and children were remembered with a series of similarly-styled memorials overlooking the harbours and seafronts at the towns and villages involved. Entitled Widows And Bairns, they were created by artist Jill Watson and depict each mother and child who was directly affected. Pictured is the memorial that overlooks the harbour at the tiny hamlet of Cove. Here, eleven out of the 21 working fishermen lost their lives that awful day.

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We can only H O P E!

I haven't been very active on Flickr recently as we're just starting to come out of the "brown season," as I call it - where everything seems to be stark and brown in color as we transition out of winter and in to spring. I don't find it an inspiring time. Combine that with another Covid "stay at home" order recently issued, and it seems photo opportunities are limited.

Not so with this little guy that my wife decided to call Zip. He (or she) dug a series of tunnels in our back yard and decided to move in. The name came from the fact that he's zipping around very fast. Catching him for a photo is challenging at best - especially with an attempt at freelensing, where trying to get any kind of focus on a zippy little creature is near impossible. Here, he's sitting on my wife's leg and was bribed with almonds. It's the best of several shots before he dashed off again.

The last we'd see of Rainier this day. As the dark clouds continued to roll in from all directions ... we were starting to think that maybe we should pack it up and leave a day early ... unless we were OK with getting wet that night. Plus, all hopes of having a sunset on the Mountain that evening were dashed, and the likelihood of being in the clouds the next morning were pretty good too.

BTW: with this hi contrast you can clearly see the top of the Emmons climbing route as it approaches the bergschrund. Though by this time of day most climbers would be well down off the top.

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I took this image as I was setting up my camera and tripod ready for the Eclipse and Blood Moon phases.

I made a cup of tea then fell asleep. When I woke I dashed out to see and take a shot or two of the partial eclipse (see below in the first comment box).

It was then I noticed my camera kept moving downwards very slowly but enough to show movement in my photos. I couldn't tighten my tripod any more. I fiddled around with my ISO and speed settings but in the end gave up.

Nick and Megan making snow angels in the garden. I dashed up both flights of stairs, camera in one hand and Eli in the other, in order to get the perspective from the attic windows.

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Είναι γνωστό ότι υπάρχουν χιλιάδες προσωνύμια της Παναγίας στην Ελλάδα.Ένα από τα πιο περίεργα,συνοδευόμενο,μάλιστα και από θαυμαστή προφορική παράδοση είναι αυτό που συνάντησα σ’έναν μικρό περιφερειακό ναό σε διπλανό μας(>10χλμ) κεφαλοχώρι,το Προάστιο Καρδίτσας,αγνοώντας παντελώς το όλο θέμα παρ’όλη την εικοσαετή περίπου γειτνίαση!!! Συνέβη,δε,όλως “τυχαίως”:

Λόγω των έργων για την περίφημη Ε65 υποχρεώθηκα να αλλάξω το καθημερινό δρομολόγιό μας από το χωριό όπου διαμένω για το χωριό όπου διδάσκω.

Σ’ένα σημείο της νέας αυτής διαδρομής,το πάντοτε…ανήσυχο φωτογραφικό μάτι διέκρινε, κάπου στο βάθος, έναν πέτρινο ναό κτισμένο πάνω σε κάποιο περίεργο,πολύ χαμηλό “ανάχωμα” να περιβάλλεται από εκτεταμένο λειμώνα.

Σκέφθηκα ότι ο συνδυασμός μπορεί κάποια στιγμή να αποφέρει κάτι ενδιαφέρον φωτογραφικά και το…παράτησα σε μιά γωνιά του μυαλού μου.

Μετά από δύο χρόνια,την περασμένη άνοιξη, το…ανέσυρα και είπα να κάνω την πρώτη αναγνωριστική επίσκεψη.Όταν έφτασα,το φώς είχε πέσει πάρα πολύ και δεν προσφερόταν για “σοβαρή” φωτογράφιση.Έμεινα έκπληκτος όμως βλέποντας στον περιβάλλοντα χώρο του Ναού να περιφέρεται αμέριμνα μια μικρή αγέλη από…ΕΛΑΦΙΑ !!!

Έκανα μερικές λήψεις έτσι για…την τιμή των όπλων και αποχώρησα.

Το ανέφερα στη σύζυγο και συμφωνήσαμε την επόμενη φορά να πάμε μαζί.Ό,περ και εγένετο ένα απογευματάκι στις αρχές Ιουνίου με κατάλληλο ουράνιο καμβά.Εκεί,λοιπόν,εκτός από το ενδιαφέρον φωτογραφικό υλικό,ανακαλύψαμε και ένα λαογραφικό διαμάντι.Μεταφέρω το κείμενο που είδαμε τοιχοκολλημένο έξω από τον Ιερό Ναό:

Iστορία του Iερού Nαού Παναγίας Eλαφιώτισσας Προαστίου Kαρδίτσας

Σύμφωνα με την εγχάρακτη επιγραφή της κυρίας εισόδου του Ι.Ν.Κοιμήσεως της Θεοτόκου Προαστίου,αυτός κτίσθηκε το 1858 στην βόρεια πλευρά του χωριού πάνω σε έναν γήλοφο ύψους 3 και περιμέτρου 300 περ.μέτρων.

Η τοπική παράδοση κληροδότησε αξιοθαύμαστα γεγονότα τόσο για την ανέγερση όσο και για την μετέπειτα ιστορία του Ναού.

Ο γήλοφος,που στέκει εκεί για αιώνες,κατά την περίοδο της τουρκοκρατίας ήταν κατάφυτος από μεγάλα δέντρα,θάμνους διαφόρων ειδών και αγκαθωτούς βάτους.Ένα βράδυ λοιπόν,ενώ οι κάτοικοι του χωριού έβοσκαν τα πρόβατά τους γύρω απ’αυτή τη μαγούλα(προεξοχή της γής σαν μάγουλο),άκουσαν να λαλεί ένας κόκορας μέσα στο πυκνό δασύλιο.Με δυσκολία και γεμάτοι απορία ανέβηκαν για να βρούν τον κόκορα.Όμως,αντί γι’αυτό,βρήκαν μπροστά τους μια εικόνα της Παναγίας και δίπλα της να καίει ένα καντήλι.

Γεμάτοι ευλάβεια μετέφεραν την εικόνα στον Ι.Ν.Αγίου Αθανασίου Κάτω Χώρας διότι,τότε,το χωριό χωριζόταν σε δύο μαχαλάδες,την Άνω και Κάτω Χώρα,λόγω του μικρού ποταμού «Φλέβα» ο οποίος διχοτομούσε την Παραπράστανη όπως ήταν η παλαιά ονομασία του χωριού.Όμως η εικόνα,με θαυματουργικό τρόπο,επέστρεψε στην αρχική της θέση δείχνοντας την σαφή προτίμηση της Παναγίας γι αυτό τον τόπο.

Έτσι,παρ’όλες τις δυσκολίες,οι κάτοικοι,οπλισμένοι με πίστη και θέληση,άρχισαν να κτίζουν τον Ι.Ναό .Και τα εμπόδια δεν ήταν λίγα.Αξίζει να αναφέρουμε την συλλογική προσπάθεια των κατοίκων όταν προσέφεραν ένα μέρος από τα μαλλιά των προβάτων τους με σκοπό να φράξουν την πηγή η οποία ανέβλυζε μέσα από τα σπλάχνα της μαγούλας καθιστώντας αδύνατο το χτίσιμο πάνω σ’αυτήν.

Όταν πλεόν ολοκληρώθηκε ο Ι.Ναός,λίγες ημέρες πρίν τον 15Αύγουστο εμφανίστηκαν στον περίβολο του Ναού τρία ελάφια.Όλοι κατάλαβαν πως αυτό το Θεόσταλτο δώρο ήταν η ανταμοιβή της Παναγίας για τα παιδιά της που τόσο μόχθησαν.

Για χρόνια λοιπόν έσφαζαν τα δύο,δίνοντας το κρέας τους ευλογία στους πιστούς που τιμούσαν το «Πάσχα του καλοκαιριού» και άφηναν το ένα το οποίο επέστρεφε την άλλη χρονιά παρέα με άλλα δύο καινούργια.

Όταν,όμως,αυτό διαδόθηκε στα γύρω βαλτοχώρια,πλήθος προσκυνητών συνέρρεε στο πανηγύρι του 15Αυγούστου.Έτσι,οι Παραπραστανίτες για να ευχαριστήσουν όλους τους πανηγυριώτες ,μια φορά έσφαξαν και τα τρία ελάφια και από τότε δεν ξαναφάνηκε κανένα.

Τα συνεχή θαύματα δεν άφησαν ασυγκίνητο ακόμη και τον αγά του χωριού του οποίου ο γιός ήταν κωφάλαλος.Έτρεξε και αυτός,αν και μουσουλμάνος φυσικά,γονάτισε μπροστά στην χάρη της Παναγίας και προσευχήθηκε για την αποκατάσταση της υγείας του παιδιού του.Πράγματι σε λίγες ημέρες ο γιός του ανέκτησε την ομιλία και την ακοή του ενώ ο Αγάς, ευγνώμων,δώρισε πολλά από τα υλικά αγαθά του στον Ι.Ναό.

Σήμερα,σε ανάμνηση όλων των προαναφερθέντων, στον περιφραγμένο περιβάλλοντα το Ναό χώρο εκτρέφονται κάποια ελάφια και ο κάθε προσκυνητής ή απλός περαστικός μπορεί να απολαύσει την συναναστροφή μαζί τους.

It is known that there are thousands of names of the Virgin Mary in Greece. One of the most odd, accompanied indeed wonderful oral tradition is what I met in a small regional temple in our neighboring (> 10km) big village, Proastio Karditsa, The whole thing over the next twenty years around! It happened totally "accidentally":

Due to the works for the famous E65 I was forced to change my daily route from the village where I live for the village I teach.

At a point on this new route, the ever-restless photographic eye could see, somewhere in the background, a stone temple built on some strange, very low "embankment" surrounded by extensive lawn.

I thought the combination could somehow produce something interesting in the photographic way and I ... I left in a corner of my mind.

After two years, last spring ... I took off and said to make the first identification visit. When I arrived, the light had fallen too much and was not offered for "serious" photography. I was surprised to see the surrounding area of the church wandering Carelessly a small herd of ... deer !!!

I made some shots so ... for the price of the weapons and I left.

I mentioned it to my husband and we agreed next time to go together. That was the first afternoon in early June with appropriate uranium canvas. So, apart from the interesting photographic material, we also discovered a folk diamond. I translate the text we saw Dashed outside the Temple:

History of the Holy Monastery of Panagia Elafiotissa, Proastio, Karditsa

According to the engraved inscription of the main entrance of the Church of the Assumption of the Assumption of the Virgin Mary, it was built in 1858 on the north side of the village on a hill of height 3 and a perimeter of 300 centimeters.

The local tradition bequeathed admirable events both to the erection and to the subsequent history of the Temple.

The gulp, which has been there for centuries, during the Ottoman domination, was full of large trees, shrubs of various species and barbed walruses. One evening, while the inhabitants of the village grazed their sheep around this magoula (the outskirts of the land Like a cheek), they heard a cock in the dense wood. With difficulty and full of urge they went up to find the rooster. But instead they found a picture of the Virgin Mary in front of them and burning a candle next to it.

Full of devotion, they transferred the icon to Agios Athanasios Kato Chora, because at that time the village was divided into two mosques, Ano and Kato Chora, due to the small river "Fleva" which divided the Paraphrastani as it was the old name of the village . But the image, in a miraculous way, returned to its original position, showing the clear preference of the Virgin Mary for this place.

So, despite all the difficulties, the inhabitants, armed with faith and will, began to build the Nau. And the obstacles were few. It is worth mentioning the collective effort of the residents when they offered some of their sheep's hair In order to clog the source that flowed through the guts of the magus, making it impossible to build on it.

When the temple was completed, a few days before 15 August, three deer appeared in the temple's courtyard. Everybody understood that this Goddess was the reward of the Virgin Mary for her children who had been so abused.

For years, they both were sacking, giving their meat a blessing to the faithful who honored "Easter of the Summer" and left the one who was returning another year together with two new ones.

When, however, it spread to the surrounding marshlands, a crowd of pilgrims gathered at the feast of August 15th. So the Paraportesites to please all the fanatics, once slaughtered all three deer and no one ever came back.

The constant miracles did not leave even the agape of the village whose son was deaf. He also went, though a Muslim, of course, kneel before the grace of the Virgin and prayed for the restoration of his child's health. Indeed, in a few days His son recovered his speech and hearing, while Agas, thankful, donated many of his material goods to John Nau.

Today, in remembrance of all the aforementioned, in the enclosed surroundings the Temple area is bred some deer and every pilgrim or simple passer can enjoy the interaction with them.

I saw this Flower moon and dashed up the road to try and get a decent shot, wish I had looked out the window 20 mins or so earlier.

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A simple composition - it was raining and I was getting wet so I dashed out onto the beach and took this shot before venturing back into the dryness of the car. With this in mind I am beginning to think I may be a fair-weather photographer!

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A lovely change in the weather this afternoon, so I dashed off to Irvine to catch the sunset, to walk Poppy and to see if there were any photo opportunities. I had my camera on the tripod, shooting into the sun as it set over the water! Poppy, with an eye for composition, obviously thought we needed something on the right of the frame, and promptly sat right in front of the tripod! In fact, I think she was quite clever. I like how this turned out.

Slippery is a good way to decribe January - it has been a month mixing deep freeze and rain, to give us so many days of ice and frozen mud! Hints of Spring in a glorious sunrise could be suddenly dashed by a day of sleet and hail. And it marked the start of the second year of the pandemic, with another mixture of extremes - hospitals fuller than ever with COVID cases, and the start of the vaccination roll-out. And for us, month 11 of self-isolating and lock-down. It seems to get harder to face the restrictions - but we know it is the only thing we can do to help the national (and global) situation. Photography is indeed a life-line, and Flickr is where we can share our experiences, the highs and the lows, across the globe!

Stay warm and safe as January ends 😊

Once again, thanks to everyone who has visited my photostream and for the comments and faves. I hope the collage gives an enjoyable look back through January ;o)

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Sent to Color Efex Pro, and Polarized! Dropped daughter off at Jujitsu and dashed over to the resi, just in time for the sun to make a welcome appearance. There were SO many Swallows swooping low over the water, it was lovely to watch :-)

This is a tribute to hel (taffie) - I loved her sunglasses shot: www.flickr.com/photos/helenphillips/3701287791/. I dashed outside hoping to catch some flare but the sun went behind a huge bank of cloud and didn't re-emerge.

Assuming this is the same bird, it has spent several summers now on the coast of Northumberland. This year it mated with an Arctic Tern - and, at the time I took these photographs, it was sitting on eggs.

Any notion of an unlikely hybridisation however were unfortunately dashed as the eggs failed to hatch.

Winter finally losing its grip as the countryside begins to wake up.

The clouds were a photographer's dream that day so I had an unplanned afternoon in the Chilterns, my other half kindly dropping me off and picking me up again as I dashed about making the most of it with limited time.

This view is from the Aston Rowant National Nature Reserve on the Chiltern escarpment. The M40 was controversially cut through the reserve (seen in the previous image) in the 1970's. The hill on the right hides the motorway as it cuts through its far side.

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This curious and cautious central Texas Black Tail Jackrabbit was on alert. One step closer and it dashed away.

These three prints depict Christ’s descent into Hell to liberate the souls of biblical figures who died before him. Christ has dashed open the Gates of Hell, which are guarded by flying demons in the Italian version and by a reptilian Cerberus ( hound of the underworld in Greek mythology ) in the prints of Dürer, one f which shows Christ crushing the Devil.

In August 1921, the Derleth expedition uncovered an untouched antechamber in the Alhazred tomb-complex. Among the many strange artifacts found there was a curious scarab wrought of unknown metals. Rather than the more common ornamental scarabs found in other Egyptian tombs, this scarab seemed as though it had been functional, and indeed, a faint clicking could be heard from the innards of the golden beetle on occasion. Fragments of a stone tablet were recovered with the scarab, although, with the hieroglyphics all but obliterated by the sands of time, any hopes of learning more about the peculiar metal insect were dashed.

After I had shot the steam freight with 52 8087 leading at the derelict Detershagen interlocking tower I decided to visit the roundhouse area at Magdeburg-Rothensee because there was no better option. I would see 52 8087 there again, but along with 01 531 and 41 1185. Waisting no time I quickly climbed down to my car and steered back to the main highway (Bundesstraße 1) which is running parallel by the distance of a kilometer.

The distant smoke of the steam train drifted across the flat countryside as I made good progress towards Magdeburg. A major advantage with chasing steam in cold weather is the steam. It cannot hide. But then of course, the train was well ahead of me.

When I was approaching the town of Gerwisch the steam started to fade. The train was stopped at Gerwisch where it was supposed to run through. To my surprise I was given a much better hand to play now.

I pulled over to check the superb location guide included with the train diagrams (even graphic) compiled by Robin Garn, the mastermind of this Plandampf called "Viva Magistrale". The crossing of the Elbe flood plain at Biederitz was in striking distance. With no co-pilot giving me directions I took a quick look at the 1:150000 ADAC Maxi Atlas, memorized the route and set off in rallye mode.

When I dashed along the dirt road ducking under the bridge coming from the northern side the train was already in approach to the eastern end of the long bridge. I joined the small group of fellow enthusiasts and took position. A deep breath, holding it. And then releasing the shutter for that one moment as 52 8087 with train Dg 54834 meets a track gang at the west end, forcing the freight to run on the wrong track.

The smoke lingering above the track gang's orange vehicle marked the location of the Rothensee shed where the steamers were serviced. Now, that sure helped me to find the way. I arrived in time to shoot the 52 8087 on the turntable...

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21. Oktober 1991

Sunrise on the edge of Lake Eyre a salt lake in the interior deserts of Australia.

Arrived at the area in the dark and scrub dashed or should say desert dashed on a few tracks to near the edge of the lake where we camped and hiked to the edge which we could see gleaming in the moon light. Could have driven to the shoreline as was a track right to the edge with the remains of old campfires but was a bit off the main drag and a little dicey negotiating in the dark so discretion was the order of the day or should I say night. Should we chance that way again would know where to access the shore.

On the peninsula the figure is JF doing his thing in the first light.

2am start this morning, drive to Broadway Tower to photograph the Milkyway and specifically the Galatic Core.

The GC according to my planning would be at its highest above the S/E horizon at around 03:30 so I waited, and waited and waited some more come 03:40 it was still cloudy, with heavy air pollution on the SE horizon. So whats a Photographer to do?

I know, I'll drive all the way to Worcester and re-shoot one of my first images with a camera, and that's what I did.

Arriving at Diglis around 04:45 I shot a little of the waterways quickly checking my watch dawn was only a few minutes away, so I dashed to Diglis footbridge to capture the last of the starlight and the beginnings of morning.

Some of you will remember my first image of this location, taken at the very start of my photography adventures around Worcester you can check it out here...

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