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5043 continued her stonking performance up and down the West Coast Main Line, as she dashed past Woodacre with the 'Cumbrian Mountaineer' of 16 March 2024.
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The yellow glow hitting the west side of nearby buildings caught my eye, and Jason and I dashed out of the house just as dinner was being served, to chase down this sunset. We walked from the ocean to the bay and it was well worth the walk! Jason got a panoramic shot that I can't wait to see.
Bridge to nowhere.
Every single step takes you somewhere you choose the path.
Sometimes in life our plans simply don't fall into place our hopes and expectations are simply shredded and thrown to the wind. Yet so often despite this we find ourselves having our eyes opened and reminded that life is not about following a set plan or working to a prefixed notion of what works or is expected of us. This image is a prime example of life. I was expecting a good aurora display turned up as darkness fell and hung about all night long looking to the sky. It never appeared my hopes dashed my expectations never materialised. But then as the first light of dawn appeared my eyes widened for I was rewarded with a sunrise that took my breath away, put a smile on my face and reminded me that it is life itself that is precious every second every moment shared and every single step we take. Keep safe keep well and most importantly keep on being you.
The doe had her tail up and had dashed into the woods, I was going to see if she would hop any more but stopped then I saw why when the buck walked in front.
Lomo Lubitel 2 (c1970's). It was sunny on Saturday morning so I dashed up to the Scottish Parliament to rattle of a 12 exp in about 5 minutes to try the camera out. www.flickr.com/photos/davydubbit/sets/72157622018024055/
47739 Robin of Templecombe + 47727 Rebecca head approach Nottingham with the Washwood Heath - Boston Dock steel empties. Taken from the top of the now demolished NCP cark park - no thanks to the NCP Parking Bod for this shot who kicked me out 10 minutes previously so I hung around then dashed back for the shot when I knew the train was approaching! Editing note I've removed a huge and very red TK Maxx lorry for above the locos using a test shot to edit it out.
We had only just arrived in Devon, quickly left our luggage at house and dashed back out like two young kids that had just got out of school and was allowed to go and play. Everywhere we looked, was lone trees and beautiful woodland. I'm very great to @eddallen82 for our photo adventures. Although the conversation we have with each other, may give you the impression that we're not friends, thankfully we are, just!
CWPT has saved more than 125 acres of the First Deep Bottom battlefield in Henrico County, Virginia.
The First Deep Bottom Campaign at the end of July 1864 was a Union offensive north of the James River to complement the explosion of the Crater at Petersburg. Two corps of the Union army led by Winfield S. Hancock, in company with much of the army's cavalry, crossed the river and attacked the Confederate defenses south of Richmond on July 27, 1864. That inconclusive fighting occurred along the River Road (modern Rte 5).
The next day, July 28, Hancock sent his cavalry eastward via the Long Bridge Road in an effort to extend around the Confederate flank. An aggressive small Confederate battlegroup consisting of infantry from both the First Corps and the Third Corps led by General Richard H. Anderson dashed eastward to block that movement. Anderson's three brigades attacked southward into and across the Enroughty Farm (the modern Butler property), striking dismounted cavalry from both Torbert's and Gregg's divisions. For a short period there was very heavy action. The Confederates captured one piece of Union horse artillery, probably either on the Butler property, or possibly just off it to the east. Eventually the Union cavalry became organized enough to counterattack effectively, driving the Confederates off the field in some disarray. They captured several Confederate flags in the encounter.
This action represented the heaviest fighting during the First Deep Bottom Campaign. Hancock suspended his offensive and retired south of the James. Total casualties in the July 28 fight at the Enroughty Farm surpassed 800 (350 Federals and approximately 500 Confederates).
Hatfield Colliery back when there was still a little bit of optimism for a future for British coal mining. Of course all hopes were dashed and all is closed in Yorkshire.
* Wherever I go,Greece goes on travelling, always travelling ... *
Statue of the Olympian God Poseidon on El Malecon Esplanade by the Bay of Havana facing the city and the Morro Castle.
Fenced fountain,situated next to the entranceway to Havana's Harbour,with a white marble statue of Poseidon holding the Trident,his symbolic weapon,and standing on a podium decorated with sea shells in three tiers.
Poseidon,one of the supreme gods of Mount Olympus,was god of the sea and rivers,creator of sea storms,tsunamis and floods,bringer of earthquakes and destruction.He was the most disruptive of all the ancient Greek gods,not only for mortals but also to Zeus’ peaceful reign on Olympus.
He was son of Kronos and Rhea and brother of Zeus,a key figure in the battles for control of the universe between the Titans,the Giants,
and the Olympians.His name means Lord of the Earth.
☼ இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—...இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— 🌻🌻🌻 இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—...இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— 🌻🌻🌻☼
PS : Sadly,on January 28, 2019 a huge tornado,the strongest in 8 decades,hit the Cuban capital,Havana; it killed 4 people and injured 195.They still have fresh memories from Hurricane Irma -Sept 2017.
- here is a Prayer to Poseidon for Cuban People -
☼ இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—...இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— 🌻🌻🌻 இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—...இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— 🌻🌻🌻☼
Hail,God, Mighty Poseidon,Ruler of the Sea profound,Lord of all the waters & Oceans of Gaia,holder of all the seas,Lord of the blackest depths,master of horses,patron of seamen,we see you in the white sea horses wielding a trident,in foam-dashed shores;Poseidon,soul of this sphere,anchor of mankind.
I call to the trident-bearer,earth-shaker,friend of the sailor,the fisherman,on the broad ocean,keeper of the harbour,lord of the thrashing waves,I call to you.Add gentle peace & pour abundance in a blameless tide.May all those who suffer,suffer no more & find Peace & Serenity within your watery Realm.
All praise to the Sea-God!
Appeasing & Propitiating the Gods with Hymns & Prayers ...
☼ இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—...இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— 🌻🌻🌻 இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—...இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— 🌻🌻🌻☼
The Orphic Hymn to Poseidon for all my Greek Flickr friends :
Κλῦθι, Ποσειδάον γαιήοχε, κυανοχαῖτα,
ἵππιε, χαλκοτόρευτον ἔχων χείρεσσι τρίαιναν·
ὃς ναίεις πόντοιο βαθυστέρνοιο θέμεθλα,
ποντομέδων, ἁλίδουπε, βαρύκτυπος, ἐννοσίγαιε,
κυμοθαλής, χαριτῶπα, τετράορον ἅρμα διώκων,
εἰναλίοις ῥοίζοισι τινάσσων ἁλμυρὸν ὕδωρ·
ὃς τριτάτης ἔλαχες μοίρης βαθὺ χεῦμα θαλάσσης,
κύμασι τερπόμενος θηρσίν θ’ ἅμα, πότνιε δαῖμον.
ἕδρανα γῆς σώζοις καὶ νηῶν εὔδρομον ὁρμήν,
εἰρήνην, ὑγίειαν ἄγων, ἠδ’ ὄλβον ἀμεμφῆ.
Κλῦθι Ποσειδάων, Ζηνός παῖ πρεσβυγένεθλε,
οὐρανίων μακάρων τε θεῶν πάτερ ἠδὲ καὶ ἀνδρῶν.
ὃς ναίεις κορυφαῖος ἐπ’ Οὐλύμποιο καρήνων
δεύτερος ἐκ Διὸς εἰληχὼς πάντεσσιν ἀνάσσειν.
ἵππιε, χαλκοτόρευτον ἔχων χείρεσσι τρίαιναν.
εὐρύμεδον, χαριτῶπα, τετράορον ἅρμα διώκων.
ὦ ἄναξ παντοκράτωρ, ἱερώτατος, ἀγλαότιμε,
σεμνοῖς μυστοπόλοις χαίρων ὁσίοις τε σεβασμοῖς,
ἵλαος εἴης, εὐτυχίην μύστῃσι προφαίνων.
☼ இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—...இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— 🌻🌻🌻 இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—...இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— 🌻🌻🌻☼
"Life Bird!" Record/I.D. Shot.
Pekabo and I were headed for the exit, as the sun was setting on a long, fun afternoon of birding, when this little guy dashed out onto the shaded path quite a distance in front of us. There was something "different" so I snapped some "unFlickrworthy" shots just for the record. Once on the computer at home, I could not nail down an I.D. Then I saw Mickey Long's lovely Flickr post of a Vesper Sparrow that seemed to fit. Could it be?
Many thanks to Lou, Mickey and Manuel for confirming the I.D. of this little rascal!
I took a slightly longer way home after work today because I saw a photo by Shaun the Grime Lover posted yesterday. Link flic.kr/p/LUMXuy It showed one of the 'cottages' as I thought of them from the top of the plant tumbled into the 'lavatory bowl' on the right, at a crazy angle. So I dashed down here tonight to catch the house in the bowl before the demolition crews destroyed it for ever. I was too late! And this is what remains of Wallerscote island. It is very far from being the most exotic island in the world. In fact it might take the title of World's most unattractive island in the world, unless you know better.
This little ghost is now haunting my house, having dashed off the back of my table when she got fed up with my photoshoot. And she'd been so cooperative! Except for the part where she ran up my hand and did a few hyperspeed laps before I encouraged her back onto the stage. That was excellent therapy.
I found her on the tassel of a macramé plant hanger after bringing them in from the cold last week, and decided to see if she'd cooperate. She did, for a bit - that upper left image is a focus stack of 6 shots. The other two are 4 shots each.
I hope she found her way back to the plant hanger...
31 Arachtober 2016, 3 of 5
Ghost Spider, Anyphaenidae
Plant Hanger, My Back Yard, Alexandria, VA
A picture of the instantly recognisable Stac Pollaidh.
I arrived very late to the area after stopping somewhere else on the drive up. Not really knowing where I was or going with the light fading quickly I parked and dashed up a hill to gain a better view of Stac Pollaidh. I my panic to catch the colour before it was gone this is all I could find of interest for the foreground.
I'm still not convinced the picture needs the branch above the horizon.
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Well, what can I say? I live 5 minutes from this spot and have photographed it a hundred times, but I have never seen anything like this.
Looking out of my window, I saw the wind was changing and it was clear that a storm was brewing. I dashed to my car and headed for the place I know best. What a show this storm was; thunderous, swirling clouds, howling winds and hail stone! I could not have timed it better as it went as fast as it came. Brilliant!
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Friend and fellow flickr photographer Paul Hollins and I set out in high hopes this morning of some high cloud and exposed rocks for sunrise.
Seems Skippy Sky bombed out on the expected high cloud, we could see plenty of stars before setting off and our suspicions were confirmed on arrival at our destination - South Bar Beach (Newcastle, NSW; Australia).
Our second hopes were dashed when we noticed that the rocks we hoped had been exposed here by the recent big swell and seas, were totally buried under a healthy layer of sand!!
At least I knew that there were these rocks that sit closer to the low tide mark - so something worked out after all!! :-)
A bit of colour from the sky and contrasting green from the moss covered rocks - hope you like it!!
Taken with Marek's permission. This is Marek. He was born in Poland and is one of the homeless in our city. He told my friend and I that he has been in this country 16 years. I have seen him several places over the past few weeks but noticed that when the sun is hot he sits in the shade on a bridge near my home. He seemed amazed that anyone might want to talk to him or take his photograph. He was smiling but holding back the tears in this photographs - giving me the thumbs up to take it. He has slept rough for some time now but had some good luck recently as he met someone who will allow him to sleep in a room in their large house but his hopes were dashed as if he did this he could not receive the meals he relies upon from the homeless shelter. I do not know his full story - it seemed too intrusive to enquire today. We have spoken a couple of times before and but recently I have not seen him. This was taken a year ago.
This picture is #28 of my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographs at the www.flickr.com/groups/100strangers/
after a meeting I dashed back to the Wylye to capture 66711 on the 6O31 engineers having heard it had a good load. Watching on the maps I knew it was close when suddenly I was buzzed by a "whirlybird". I turned to watch it and there was the train! So snap the shutter was pressed and two forms of transport were snapped!
Enjoyed a few days at the Desert Botanical Garden in Phoenix. As I headed back to the car late this afternoon, feeling sad to be leaving this extraordinary place, this Roadrunner dashed across my path, then paused and took a dust bath. What a nice farewell!😊
Lagagarbh Cottage, Glencoe, Scotland
Returning to my January Glencoe trip again and the most spectacular pre-sunrise sky I’ve seen there ……..and one of the best I’ve seen anywhere.
Given the weather the week I was up there together with sunrise times I had been going into breakfast as soon as the restaurant opened at 07:30. However, on this particular morning I looked out the window after waking up and my ‘sunrise colour’ warning siren was ringing slightly. Could there be a chance of some color?
By the time I was dressed and loaded the camera gear into my car the siren was ringing louder! I decided to see if I could take a later breakfast and luckily my request was granted. Breakfast worries resolved I set off to head towards Loch Ba and sunrise but, after a couple of miles, it looked like there was a band of cloud right on the horizon that might snuff the colour. Should I go on or turn around? Another half a mile later a layby appeared as if someone were giving me the answer so a quick U-turn later I was headed in the opposite direction racking my brains for a spot that might deliver the best chance of both a colourful sky and a good composition but I needed to be there within about 10mins. Not the easiest thing given the topography, road and the time constraint.
I suddenly recalled the A82 takes a nice curve near the Lagangarbh Hut so dashed to a nearby layby and dashed to get into position as the sky was starting to colour. My sirens were warning me I didn’t have long to get into position and I knew I needed to walk westwards along the side of the road to get a better angle. I therefore didn’t feel I had the time to find a bit of foreground interest so set up just the other side of the safety fence and started shooting.
10mins later I was a very happy Tog with a significant number of bracketed images on my memory card. I certainly haven’t had a sky like that in Glencoe before. Mission accomplished it was back to the Kingshouse Hotel and a very nice breakfast with the obligatory haggis on the menu….which I really like by the way.
I’ve posted two versions on purpose. One because it makes the Lagangarbh Hut more prominent and the other giving a better idea of the overall scene. And no, I’ve not had a funny turn with the colour sliders, that sky is real!
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I was fooling around with the panorama function of my cell phone. Shot from Olympiaberg, from where you have a wonderful view over the Olympic Park to the north, and if you turn around, over the city of Munich to the south. The Olympiaberg (olympic hill) is a mountain of rubble that was left when Munich was repeatedly bombed during WWII,
I can still remember the excitement that swept the country of (then West-)Germany when we hosted the Olympic Games, now 50 years ago. All excitement and all positive feelings were dashed when Palestinian terrorists took 11 Israeli athletes hostage. The hostages were eventually all killed following a botched rescue attempt by German authorities, who clearly had not prepared for such an event.
The stadium is to the left, the hall for indoor sports disciplines in the middle (here in the background) and the pool for the swimming events is to the right, close to the pond. To the far right you can see the BMW building (nicknamed the "world's largest four-cylinder") and to the left of that the BMW museum (more on that later) and the BMW world.
The stadium buildings were declared part of the cultural heritage of Germany in 1997, 25 years after their construction. Many sports events, football matches and concerts have taken place there.
His stage was a traffic island. Between the changing lights he danced his jittery dance. He jumped in and out of the traffic flow looking for a gap between bus and car and lorry and bike. He saw his opportunity, darted across the road, pushed his umbrella into the drain grating, and dashed back to his refuge. He continued his dance, free of the umbrella he was able to add hand gestures aimed expressively towards the oncoming vehicles.
I'm tempted to add 'only in Hackney', but I'm sure this sort of thing goes on in your neighbourhood all the time. I don't like to point my camera at people, but I do like to observe the human condition.
From seascape to architectural shot today & slowly back into Europe post again sometime soon. Versatile ain't I? Just kiddin' :D Anyway I didn't have any plan of going to the Singapore Flyer until my sister bought me a pair of tickets on that evening I returned from Europe... not realising that I am actually flying back to Australia the next day. Oppsy.. looks like it is gonna be a late & rushed trip. Well, when there is not really much of a choice (even with jetlag) :)... off I dashed right aft my dinner. I reckon the ideal time to go onto the flyer would be during sunset at around 645pm. Unfortunately this was taken somewhere between 9-10pm but hope its still not too shabby a shot esp for a last min trip! :)
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The View of CBD Skyline & Marina Bay in Singapore
The Shot
3 exposure shots (+2..0..-2 EV) in RAW taken handheld
Camera :: Canon 5D Mark II
Lens :: Canon EF 17-40mm F/4L USM
Photomatix
- Tonemapped generated HDR using detail enhancer option
Photoshop
- Blended a 0 EV shot to correct any movement of cars & tone down hdr effect
- Added 3 layer mask effect of 'curves' for contrast
- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'level' to enhance the buildings & laser
- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'photo filter' (deep blue) to deepen the sky
- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'saturation' (reds & yellows) to tone down the lights
- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'saturation' (cyans) to slightly tone down the skyscrapers
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Arches National Park, UT
This luminous setting moon was a pleasant surprise after the previous two nights’ attempts at full moonrises were dashed by heavy cloud cover.
If there’s no food available when ‘our’ vixen visits the garden in the late afternoon, she trots along to the kitchen window and looks up to see if I’m there. I’ve probably already dashed into the kitchen and will call through the window the food I’m just about to put out for her. She’ll sit and wait - unless dive-bombed by the magpies- she backs off a little when I go outside and if I’ve got eggs I’ll roll them to her. She’ll come slowly forward to pick them up.
your tongue is the rudder
it steers the whole ship
sends your words past your lips
keeps them safe behind your teeth
but the wrong words will strand you
come off course when you sleep
sweep your boat out to sea or dashed to bits on the reef
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i will be getting to all of your streams so soon. hopefully today. i need the inspiration of your creativity to help me push through this rut! you are all the best.
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This young killdeer reminded me of Usain Bolt as it dashed away a split-second after I snapped the shot. It looks nearly identical to an adult now and could fly if it felt really threatened.
excerpt from the doctor's room:
" in order for the heart to open your lungs need to relax, so that they can massage the heart and then your heart will not be taking adrenaline from your kidneys... "
He nodded to agree...took the prescription, walked out of the room, crossed the road
dashed into the nearest cafe, ordered an espresso and lit a cigarette...
This was the look that she gave me when I returned home today. She dashed up from the ground to the roof of her cottage to disapprove, while looking cute and beggy. Hahaa, I didn't let her out then.
She's hopping free somewhere in the house now though, six hours later.
1838
"His Excellency the Governor of New South Wales, Sir George Gipps, and Lady Gipps were driven home from church and entered the Governor's Domain at Parramatta via the narrow gate. The horses were caught unaware by the sound of the guards snapping a salute and were so startled that they bolted. The carriage was dashed against a tree and Sir George, sitting on the box beside the driver, was hit in the face by a bough and badly hurt. The driver was also injured and it was feared he would loose an eye. Lady Gipps was thrown from the body of the carriage and slightly injured and the carriage was smashed to bitts." -from the S.M.H. p.18 29 Aug 2011.
This is the first Echidna I have seen on my property, since 2009. It was a rare treat. Of course, by the time I alerted my wife and dashed to assemble my camera, it had moved from its original place and I had to gingerly stalk it. This is the only good photo I got. They move pretty quickly when they know they are being stalked by a paparazzo.
This Echidna was a bit larger than a football.
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The Illusions*
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Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.
(Sigmund Freud)
***a candid shot taken at al corniche, doha-qatar. thanks for viewing guys and have a nike friday to all.
Montreal has had a downpour of rain for 4 days so when it finally stopped (for just a couple of hours) I dashed out to see if I could find some flies blowing bubbles... exhaling and drawing in water drops. Woo Hoo! I managed to catch a few despite the breeze and the relentless mosquitoes. Isn't nature fantastic?!
Mission San José de Tumacácori, Arizona
Rock Dash: a wall finish with crushed rocks dashed into unset stucco to create a dynamic texture.
Now we venture into a dark storm, where we shall once more find Navarre. The lightning's blinding flash pierces the heavy clouds as we come upon a small raft whose occupants cling to it for dear life. Suddenly a larger then normal wave darkened one spot even more.
"It's all up now," Ralincler muttered to himself and shut his eyes, for in the blasting, tossing, water it was impossible to converse. However he soon found out that it was not all over as the craft rose with the waves and rushed onwards to it's invisible doom. Fortunately, being a rough raft, their bark could not be swamped or all would have ended long ago.
"I wish the clouds would lift for one second, we could at least know if we are close to land," Navarre began, "We maybe nearing the Island of Lost Souls."
"We'd better hope not, I'd rather drown out here then be cast on such an Island," Ralincler replied though neither could hear much of what the other said, "If only half the thing be true that are said about that place it'd be better to end ourselves right now, and if we did approach it, what's the use? We are without food, with but few arms, a good chance of drowning or getting killed by the surf, and no way to get off it again for love or money!"
"While there is life, there is hope," Navarre answered coolly, but his words were lost to the wind.
Of a sudden the third man, named Gantric, yelled, "Land! We may be saved yet!"
"Ah, fool, saved from the water that is," Ralincler growled back, "and likely not even that, who can survive in such breakers?"
But they had no time to talk for the shoreline was getting nearer each second. As the rode on another crashing wave which would throw them on the beach Ralincler beckoned them to follow him and, after throwing off his heavy armor, dived off into the surf. Navarre followed in a blink else he would have assuredly lost him in the blinding spray and towering waves which met him the instant he touched the water.
The third man, however was not so fortunate, for as he leapt in after them the raft cleft asunder on some coral and a spar sent him spinning in the wrong direction.
Navarre meanwhile plunged through the waves and soon noticed his guide's goal; the mouth of a comparatively peaceful river which flowed out into the raging sea. The sight gave him the new strength he direly needed and he dove ahead.
Nevertheless he felt his strength beginning to be spent while the sea threw him about violently. With a superhuman effort and a battle cry cut short by the sea he passed a looming wall of water and finally reached the comparative safety of the river. Here Ralincler pulled him onto it's bank where Navarre collapsed.
"I'll go see if I can help Gantric," Ralincler told him. "He won't need me unless I'm wrong though," he continued and turning, made for the beach again.
While Ralincler was gone Navarre recovered and stood up to observe his surroundings. The sight was not a pleasant outlook. Immediately before were some dark trees casting darker shadows still, and behind, lost in the forest save for it's glowing eyes, a black cave set in the mouth a grinning skull. He shuddered and turned to find his comrade.
"Well, a sad end to a good captain and better comrade," Ralincler commenced on his return, "but at least there's one less mouth to feed. He was dashed upon the rocks with enough force to have killed behemoth!"
"Well, though I wouldn't mind his help we must think quick if we wish to not end in a similar fashion. Have you brought any weapons? Unfortunately I have only my knife and ax which are in my belt."
"There I have the advantage of you, I brought my sword and a short javelin. But hurry," he cut short the conversation, "if we do we may find a bale of food which would hardly harm us."
Nothing, however, could be found on the beach and though the saw a barrel tossing in the eddy between the river and the sea it was much to far out to access. And so they were marooned alone on the Island of Lost Souls whose very soil they would begin to hate before they left its fearful shores…
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Free build for LoR and first blood in the CCC! Enjoy!
Leiothlypis celata,
Morro Bay, California
I rarely see the orange crown. This one was in the yard during a rain, and I assumed that may have helped separate those head feathers and make the orange more visible. Later, that theory was dashed when friend up the street, Kaaren, posted photos of what has to be the same bird after the rain quit and the bird had dried. The orange appeared more obvious in her photos. See also the adjacent photo for a different view.
Series of three. Sorry but I did not see its tail. It dashed across the path in front of me and I thought that was that. But it took pity on me and reappeared and stood and posed for just a minute. I cannot tell which it is. It has got very white paws. Can anyone help with an identification please.
taken using the bridge railing as tripod. This was a quick escape from the busy meeting days in Beijing... i dashed to get a cab to the 2008 olympic site... i made the right decision... the structures are spectacular especially when viewed at night. I stayed there for a few minutes then they started turning the lights off, good thing i made it just in time to capture the beauty of marvelous engineering and design. Beijing is a cool city.
Taken at 6:30 this morning, from the bedroom window. The crescent moon, at 6-percent illuminated, in the pre-dawn sky, with Mars below and bright Venus lower still.
CC - Week 42 ... "Oh, Shiny!"
I was on my way to the shower, then my first coffee after rising from my sleep. I took a glance out of the window and saw the above. I dashed downstairs for the camera, then took several photos out of the bedroom window. Even before the first coffee, or shower, I had the photos on the computer and posted to Flickr. :)
Definitely a distraction :)
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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 had been living, they asked me why, but there’s no use in talking to people who have a home
They have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people
For home to be wherever you lie your head
I was always an unusual girl
My mother told me that I had a chameleon soul
No moral compass pointing me 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
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people
And finally I did
On the open road
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore
Except to make our lives into a work of art
Live fast
Die young
Be wild
And have fun
I believe in the country America used to be
I believe in the person I want to become
I believe in the freedom of the open road
And my motto is the same as ever
"I believe in the kindness of strangers"
And when I'm at war with myself
I ride
I just ride
Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have
I am fucking crazy
But I am free
...~Lana Del Rey
After arriving home from work I grabbed my camera and quickly dashed out again to catch the last light of the day. It's been raining so relentlessly lately that I had to take advantage of any momentary break in the clouds.
Mamiya 6 - 50mm f/4 - Fujifilm Astia 100F
In one awful day in October 1881 families in south-east Scotland lost 189 of their menfolk in one of the worst storms on record. Fishing boats from towns and villages along the coast had gone out to sea as normal despite the possibility of a severe storm. After weeks of bad weather the local fleet were becoming impatient to go to sea. On Friday 14th October 1881 they awoke to a calm morning. Ignoring the low reading on their barometer, they put to sea.
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 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.
Source: various incl. www.HistoryShelf.org
ISS029-E-012564 (29 Sept. 2011) --- The Midwestern United States at night with Aurora Borealis is featured in this image photographed by an Expedition 29 crew member on the International Space Station. The night skies viewed from the space station are illuminated with light from many sources. For example, the Midwestern United States presents a night-time appearance not unlike a patchwork quilt when viewed from orbit. The artificial light from human settlements appears everywhere with a characteristic yellow tinge in this photograph. But green light of the Aurora Borealis also appears strongly in this view (top left)—even seeming to be reflected off Earth’s surface—in Canada—beneath the aurora. A small white patch of light is almost certainly lightning from a storm on the East coast (top right). Part of the International Space Station appears across the top of the image. This photograph highlights the Chicago, IL, metropolitan area as the largest cluster of lights at center, next to the dark patch of Lake Michigan. The other largest metropolitan areas include St. Louis, MO (lower right), Minneapolis–St. Paul, MN (left) and the Omaha–Council Bluffs region on the Nebraska–Iowa border (lower left). City light clusters give an immediate sense of relative city size; demographers have used night time satellite imagery to make estimates of city populations, especially in the developing world where city growth can be very rapid. The U.S. northeast seaboard lies in the most oblique (meaning viewed at an angle) part of the image at top right, just beyond the Appalachian Mts., a dark winding zone without major cities. Scales change significantly in oblique views: Omaha is only 200 kilometers from Des Moines, but appears roughly the same distance from Minneapolis—which is actually 375 kilometers to the north of Des Moines. In addition to the major metropolitan areas, the rectangular NS/EW-oriented pattern of townships is clearly visible in the rural, lower left part of the image. This pattern instantly gives the sense of north orientation (toward the top left corner) and is a distinctive characteristic of the United States, so that ISS crew members can quickly know which continent they are flying over even at night. In contrast to the regular township pattern, interstate highways converge on St. Louis (e.g. Hwy 44), Chicago and other large cities, much like wheel spokes around a central hub. Rivers—major visual features in daylight—become almost invisible at night. The course of the Mississippi River appears as a slightly meandering zone from Minneapolis through St. Louis (dashed line)—the river course continues out of the lower right corner of the image.
DRS 68034 leads classmate 68034 through Grange-Over-Sands just as some squiff began to detract from the sun on 0K73 (vice 6K73) Sellafield BNF - Crewe Coal Siding.
Bit of a disappointment on this one, no load and the hopes of a lash up was sadly dashed when a pair came into view but still a reasonable effort. Sun just a touch too low at this point.