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... and, the story.
I noticed a blur out of the corner of my eye..and looked outside. Two little girls were racing up the neighbour's driveway... a Mom holding a baby and a Dad pulling a wagon soon showed up. The little girls rang the doorbell.. the neighbour couple talked to them for a while and then...the two raced back down the driveway waving something...and ran along the sidewalk to the next house leaving Dad in the lurch.... but, then... raced back for something from the wagon. ...aha! little boxes. Girl Guide Cookies. I knew right away.
But, it was so cute... up and down, and in and out of every driveway that I can see from our front window ... as fast as can be and fairly bouncing and racing every step of the way. No wonder they were so skinny... we were laughing by then. I searched around for some cash. Who has that around any more? Do they take Visa I wonder? ... I did find some ...
When they rang our doorbell, I was greeted with a chirpy little "Would you like to buy some Girl Guide Cookies?" ... I said ..how much are they? " "Five dollars".. I said .."oh, still the same .. that sounds okay",.. as my husband was saying loudly from the kitchen..."Make their day ...get 3 boxes!." "We can put them in the freezer."
When I said 3, the little one dashed out to the wagon to grab another box .. and, when I gave them the money, they were so excited, one of them dropped the five dollar bill and didn't even notice at first. I said oh, quick, catch it before it blows away... they laughed and snatched up the money and off they ran... with the one calling out to me as she went down the sidewalk.."Thanks for buying Girl Guide Cookies!!!" And, then...they stopped and looked surprised.... I was going back in by then, and was surprised myself... there was my husband, hiding behind the couch.. waving Bernie the bear's little arm at them. They jumped up and down and giggled and squeaked and waved back... and, then, off they raced up the block to the next house .......what a fun transaction that was. Worth every penny of $15.00.
This odd church, surrounded by a high wall, hidden by trees and isolated in the middle of a field between Whithorn and Garlieston, is something of a mystery. There are tantalising glimpses however that it may have played a small part in the Scottish Wars of Independence. Could this enigmatic little church be the site of a mass grave?
Little appears to be known of the church’s origins. It is supposed to have been built by Fergus of Galloway in the 12th century as a private chapel for nearby Cruggleton Castle, perched on the cliff top over-looking Wigtown Bay, also known as the Black Rock of Cree.
Although no signs have yet been found, it is possible that the church may once have been surrounded by a village. The church was granted to Whithorn Priory in 1424 and was ruinous by 1890, when it was restored by the Marquess of Bute.
There is something strangely out of character about the place when compared with other old kirks in the area, in that you quickly become aware that the burial ground contains none of the gravestones that surround other churches. There is an odd rectilinear enclosure towards the rear of the church and a line of boulders between the gate and the front of the building. Neither of these features carry any indication to what they might be.
There is however a slight clue in the folktale ‘The Standard of Denmark’, which tells of a raid on Cruggleton Castle, then inhabited by the Kerlies (an ancient Irish family that settled in Wigtownshire also known a M’Kerlie and MacCarole) by the Graemes. Eppie Graeme had fallen in love with the chief’s son Allan. The chief refused consent for them to marry, so Eppie and her father Dugald storm the castle to carry him away. The raid goes badly wrong as the Kerlies are prepared for them and both are killed along with 200 others, “on searching among the slain, they found Dugald Graeme, his head literally dashed to pieces with a stone. Upwards of two hundred were found dead, all of whom were buried in the old church-yard of Cruggleton.”*
It is known that William Kerlie lost the castle in 1282, when betrayed by his guest Lord Soulis (a secret follower of Edward I). John Comyn had temporary possession in 1292 before it was captured by Edward I. Meanwhile, William Kerlie had joined with William Wallace and retook the castle in 1297. Kerlie was still with Wallace when he was captured in 1305. Maybe the story of the mass burial in the churchyard is a mythologised memory of the inhumation of the slain from one of these battles.
Another explanation for the lack of gravestones could be that the parish was united with Sorbie in the 17th century. If the church fell out of use at that point, it may well be that no burials took place through the 18th and 19th centuries when the use of carved, individual grave markers where at their most fashionable.
Some have commented that Cruggleton Church has an unsettling atmosphere and it is true that when the wind rattles the branches of the trees, it gives the place a restless feeling, completely at odds with the peaceful air of other churchyards such as Kirkmaiden or Kirkmadrine. Sat alone and apart, shielded by trees, wall and high gate, Cruggleton Church does not invite visitors, offers no commanding views, no tantalising clues to its past and holds its secrets close.
www.flickr.com/photos/andyhemingway/28796396257/in/album-... - for a view from the same vantage point in summer.
*Legends of Galloway, James Denniston 1825
As I was drinking my coffee beside Max this morning, he began to "paddle" on his favourite blanket.
I dashed to get the camera, thinking of this week's challenge, and began to try to capture an image.
A couple of dozen photos later - do you realise how fast cat's paws flex and move whilst doing this activity - and this was the best.
Four textures - a chenille cushion, a fleecy blanket, cat fur and one sharp claw :-)
We found out about this fascinating historic tour of YYC a bit by accident, but dashed out to see if we could still make it. We were ready for the weather, but just barely, and by the end, we were ready for a warm-up. There is a strong population of these beautiful sparrows that lives on the YYC land, and I was able to capture this image of one flitting about nearby.
#janeswalkyyc
I spotted this huge halo around the moon when I let the dogs out this evening and dashed in for the camera.
I think the bright 'star' within the circle of the halo is Mars.
Touch of mist about this morning in Somerset.
Didn't look like there was any at first and seemed to be clear skies, so being lazy, I decided not to go out...then I saw the sky come alive and I dashed out - missed most of the colour of course, but still nice.
I thought the cloud could be interesting tonight so dashed up to Carsington and was'nt disappointed.
Got up early to catch the early morning light at Moraine Lake, but hopes were dashed shortly afterwards because it was storming with lots of rain. While I really didn't get the shots that I wanted here, I did manage to get the one with the colorful canoes in the foreground!
Having made the long journey to the western deserts of China it was just after sunrise when I first set eyes upon the Sandaoling coal railway after we turned off the main road and alongside the line that runs to the mines. As we did so there was activity in the exchange yard and this JS class locomotive set off for Nanzhan light engine as there were no empties to collect. Slowly our minibus caught up with the locomotive and as we overtook and looked back it was clear that the light demanded a shot, even if it had no train behind. Before the road and rail split up we stopped, dashed out, and shot a couple of frames before it was gone. Thirty seconds later and we would have missed it.
The orange paint is very recent. All were built in 1930. The blue and white elevator is owned by local resident Bobby Joe Palmer-Donovan. It was restored in 2011.
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Wednesday, 4 August 2021, was yet another hot, smoky day. I have been wanting to drive SE of the city to call in at a farm to drop off a couple of photos for weeks now, but kept running out of time. This day, I was determined to reach my destination, though the smoke from the British Columbia wildfires was really unpleasant. Travelling south on the highway, it was very tempting to turn around and try on a different day. However, I suspect we might be getting this smoke for the rest of the summer, so I decided I might as well continue my drive. Much of the landscape had disappeared, shrouded in toxic smoke.
There are two barns that I love down in this area, and I took just a few photos of each one before calling in at the farm to give the photos to the lady who owns the smaller of the two barns. We had spoken whilst on the back road near her barn on maybe three of my visits to the area other years and this time, we sat and chatted outside on her porch. It was so enjoyable!
Leaving the area, my drive took me back exactly the way I had come, as there was an old homestead that I had missed on the drive to the farm. Perhaps it had been removed, but I was really hoping that was not the case. I just hadn't been looking in the right place.
This was definitely a barn day, which was my intention, but there were so few birds to be seen. anyway. My drive was quick, as I didn't want to be out for a full day in the heat and smoke, even though I was driving, not walking. I did call in at the Saskatoon Farm on the way home, though. My hopes of buying some nice, fresh fruit and vegetables were dashed, as no fruit was left, bought by earlier visitors. Enjoyed a meal there, so that I wouldn't have to make supper when I got home. I had been hoping to get to the farm for the last few days, but avoided going, as it was a long weekend here. Why would I go on a busy holiday weekend, anyway, when I can go during the week?
Can't wait to see blue sky again, and our beautiful foothills and mountains in the distance. Compared to all those people who live much closer to the wildfires, we are lucky. How I feel for them, having to breathe in all the toxic smoke particles, not to mention the losses that many people are having to deal with.
The Jam - „Town called Malice“
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Better stop dreaming of the quiet life
Cos it′s the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus
Cos those rosey days are few
And - stop apologising for the things you′ve never done,
Cos time is short and life is cruel
But it's up to us to change
This town called malice.
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
Stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
Bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come
Fast and furious
In a town called malice.
Struggle after struggle, year after year
The atmosphere′s a fine blend of ice
I′m almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.
A whole street's belief in Sunday′s roast beef
Gets dashed against the Co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
It's a big decision in a town called malice.
The ghost of a steam train, echoes down my track
It′s at the moment bound for nowhere
Just going round and round
Playground kids and creaking swings
Lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will
But I'd sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice
In this town called malice
In this town called malice...
A Warrior's Pride
The illustrations on the displayed was shirt may well represent the first time the U. S. Army waged war with Native Americans in the West.
War Shirt
1823-1843 (reproduction)
Michael Bad Hand
The original war shirt, located in Frankfort, Germany at the Museum de Weltkulturen, is thought to be the creation of a Sioux warrior who was in the 1823 battle. Honore Picotte, a fur trader who rose to prominence in the Missouri River trade, is credited with collecting this remarkable artifact sometime between 1830-1843.
This full scale replica shirt was created by Native American historian & ethnologist Michael Bad Hand.
Native Illustration
The 1823 war between the U.S. Army & the Arikara caused early American fur trade entrepreneurs to shift away from utilizing the upper Missouri as a trade route & ultimately launched the Rocky Mountain Rendezvous are (1825-1840).
The war shirt likely illustrates this historic encounter on the Missouri River near present day Mobridge, South Dakota. Remarkably, many details of the written record of the battle correspond with the imagery on the shirt.
Written Record
Traveling in two keelboats, fur trader William Ashley & his group of fur trappers arrived at the Arikara Village in late May 1823 to trade for horses. After Arikara attacked & killed fourteen of his crew on June 2, Ashley & the surviving trappers retreated to the Keelboats, which had been anchored downstream for safety.
Shortly after this incident, Colonel Henry Leavenworth & his troops traveled for seven weeks in five keelboats up the Missouri River from Fort Atkinson to take vengeance on the Arikara for their attack on the Ashley outfit. On the morning of August 9, 1823, Leavenworth dispatched 500 mounted Sioux foot warriors to charge ahead of his 200 foot soldiers & 120 mountaineers, & launch on attack on the Arikara.
What Does the Shirt Tell Us?
While we may never know for certain the story that the shirt's creator was chronicling, Colonel Leavenworth's report of the battle helped modern day historians to propose possible interpretations of the imagery:
-On the left side of the shirt are clear representations of four American keelboats with long cabins & tall masts flying large American Flags.
-A large grouping of hash marks or dashed originating from each keelboat might represent troops disembarking from the keelboats.
)One Plains Indian material culture expert speculates the shirt was owned by a Sioux warrior of the battle who is featured with a bleeding wound on the horse in the center.
-On the right side of the shirt are two circles filled with dark dots, perhaps representing two groups of Arikara earth lodges.
***Details from the war shirt, left side shows keel boats, right side shows Arikara village (1823-1843)
Courtesy of the Weltkulturen Museum, Frankfort, Germany
Yep, the next Rugby League World Cup is just three years away and will be held in France. The reason for the three year time gap is that yesterdays final was initially scheduled to be played in 2021. Covid being the reason behind the delay. Maybe I'll get to go to a few games over there.
As for yesterdays game it was a predictable hard fought encounter between Australia and Samoa. Alas Samoa upset the odds by beating England 27-26 in the semi final. Yesterday Australia ran out winners again by 30-10 in a game that a they controlled from the very start. I can't help thinking that if England had been their opponents we would have seen a closer contest, no doubt with the same victors.
Given that the Football World Cup is about to start you might see a little more of me on Flickr over the next month as I no matter how many times I have tried to watch Football I just haven't been able to get excited about our national game. I wish England and Wales good luck in that tournament and if they by some miracle reach the semis I might just turn the TV on to watch.
The building at the foot of Paddock Steps was originally built as a Studio Warehouse for the Architect Robert Leonard and the Dutch Gable above the door bears his initials and date - "R. L. 1888"
For many years it was a Dance Studio run by Miss Millicent Simmons - you could often pass this Studio and hear the sound of music and dancing feet echoing up the street!
These original features include fossil Ammonites set in the pebble-dashed concrete panels which can be seen here
“Raven”
Judy Royal Glenn Photography
I went into the woods at Cades Cove, Tennessee hoping to find a particular bear. I meandered through the woods hoping to find her, the pot of gold. I hiked and hiked and hiked.
Signs of bears were everywhere–a fresh mound of scat, a cleared area beneath a tree, a large rock turned over, and fallen trees shredded to bits. I was encouraged and trudged along.
Three ravens squawked and squawked and kept going farther and farther into the woods. It was as if they were taunting me to go deeper.
I followed them thinking that maybe, just maybe, the Lord was using them to lead me to a bear. “Lord, are you leading me to the bears or are they just being birds?”
I asked the birds, “Where is she?” They just kept squawking.
One of the ravens was just above my right shoulder. If a raven could talk what he was saying was, “Up, up, up!” My legs were throbbing begging me not to go. I was exhausted but continued to follow their lead. Each time I pulled the phone up to record his sounds, he flew away. I wanted to prove what the ravens sounded like.
A very steep embankment was before me. I said, “I’ll go to the top of that hill, and if I don’t see any fresh scat I’m going to come back.”
As I got to the top of the hill there before me was a bear staring me in the face. He had been devouring the acorns on the forest floor and glanced up.
What a treat! I enjoyed watching him and of course taking his portrait.
Yes, I believe God can still use animals to speak. I named my bear Raven.
I got in my car and said, “I’ll listen to ravens now.” Not far down the road another raven squelched at the top of the tree, but I chose to ignore it.
Farther down the road, I saw a raven squawking in a thin line of trees and decided to stop. After exiting my car, I walked to the right of the area where I heard him. A few minutes later, a bear dashed out of those woods and crossed the road.
The Lord never ceases to amaze me!
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Location: Location: Cades Cove, Tennessee in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park
I spotted this from a distance off my 318: LO-J stand and a newstyle 19 bus? Then I saw the Arriva logo and freaked out!!! Jumped out straight out at the next stop and dashed towards it. Bruv, did you see THAT coming?!?
I hate the semi-annual process of clock change. Don't like how it messes with my circadian rhythms or the mental grogginess it causes (even more than my usual state). But I especially dislike leaving daylight saving time. At this point in the year, sunset is already occurring much too early for my liking. To have the sun setting one hour earlier just cements the feeling of anxiety about re-entering the dark part of the year. It's not the cold of winter that gets to me; it's the massive decrease in the quantity and quality of sunlight. The root of it is a primordial fear of darkness. Nightfall is the perfect breeding ground for the unknown. Easy enough to put that aside on lazy summer nights with their slow rolling, lemonade-sipping sunsets. But November sees darkness crashing down, not just early, but as swiftly as sudden death. And the abruptness of the autumn clock change only worsens a bad situation.
Late afternoon now is very deceptive. Everything at first seems normal until the shadows lengthen and the sun begins to crowd the horizon. Yet still there's enough brightness in the sky to make me believe darkness is still a long way off. Oddly I get this recurrent sense of false hope every day for at least a couple of weeks after the clock change. And every day hope is dashed as darkness envelopes the landscape, each day sooner than the last. Body and mind reluctantly adjust, however it's an uncomfortable process.
One of my many odd rituals is to remain outdoors during sunset on the last night of daylight saving time. I love the idea of experiencing firsthand the final twilight of the bright phase of the year. There's an aspect of facing one's fears in this I suppose. But like many rituals, the original intent is lost or at least muddled over the years of repetition. Anyway it's as breathtaking now as it ever was, and even more so when skies are clear. This year I gathered up a Jack-O-Lantern which I carved especially for this moment and headed off into a clearing in the woods about a half hour before sunset. I lit the candle and just sat down to absorb the atmosphere. The approach of darkness can be felt as much as observed. It felt like weight pressing down on me as the temperature began to dip and color began to fade from the landscape. The color goes first, then shadows replace texture. And soon there's nothing left but soft glow on the horizon in the direction the sun recently occupied. Less than an hour to watch it all slip away.
Yes, It Was A Blue Thursday Kind Of Day
All week long, we've been thrilled with the apparent return of the Bluebirds to our backyard! Starting off with what I called a Blue Monday, the 'theme' is still ongoing, so thus it was a Blue Thursday today! And as a bonus, a third Bluebird flew up causing one to fly off. Three of them!?!
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I stocked up on bird food this past Monday due to the combination of the severe cold weather we've had this week (including some of Winter Storm Cora, arriving tomorrow) and the expected increase of activity at the feeders. Can't let our visitors go hungry!
That included the purchase of 5,000 mealworms, which normally lasts about two weeks. I was certain this would get me though the week in spite of the cold weather. However, yesterday, I realized the mealworms were almost gone, due to the extra helpings I've been putting out!
So, today I did a mealworm run to buy more, but the bird store only had one 1,000 count container left! OMG! I have no idea how I'm going to make that and the small portion I still have last until next Monday?!? And unless the store gets a delivery this weekend, they still won't have any on Monday! My hopes of keeping the Bluebirds well fed and happy enough to keep coming back are dashed.
Sorry for oversharing, but this emotional rollercoaster has thrown me for a loop. It's going to be a long month this weekend.
Rare low fog over the Bay Bridge this morning. I knew it was gonna be magical today and mad dashed over to SF side to see it. Flew the Mavic over the Bridge waters and made a panoramic shot of the whole thing. The fog instance only lasted about an hour before it started thining out.
Early bird gets the worm right?
We were heading for Constantine Bay in Cornwall, and I could see that it was going to be a beautiful sunset. We pulled into the parking lot, and I grabbed my camera and dashed off, abandoning the car and my travelling companions.
I hot-footed it to the shoreline to get a better angle and took this shot of the islands with the sun just sinking behind them. That day I, earned the moniker, 'sunset chaser' from Rick and Magda who followed on at a more leisurely pace and as it turned out arrived in plenty of time to enjoy magnificent sunset shots too.
I've always lived by the saying, "if you miss it, you miss it" which means don't let any opportunity to make an image pass you by. Do whatever it takes.
This image was created using data from the Mars Orbiter Laser Altimeter (MOLA) instrument on NASA’s Mars Global Surveyor mission. It shows the complete Uzboi-Ladon-Morava (ULM) outflow system.
The area outlined by the bold white box indicates part of the Holden Basin, which was imaged by the Mars Express High Resolution Stereo Camera on 24 April 2022 during orbit 23133. The dashed circles depict the informally named Holden and Ladon Basins.
Credits: MOLA Science Team/FU Berlin, CC BY-SA 3.0 IGO
Texture : Rain of Light by Temari 09
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Miranda :
If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to th' welkin’s cheek,
Dashes the fire out. Oh, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer. A brave vessel
Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her
Dashed all to pieces. Oh, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
It should the good ship so have swallowed and
The fraughting souls within her.
William Shakespeare, The Tempest (1610-1611)
Antonio Vivaldi (1678 – 1741), Four seasons - Presto from Summer, "The Storm" - Mari Samuelsen : youtu.be/nJTfG1MmMwQ
Beethoven, The Tempest, Daniel Barenboim : youtu.be/tiJjoFQtMvg
Unaware of the adventures that their friend is having, and thoroughly exasperated by their total lack of success in securing help, Violet and Jaune decide to regroup and discuss their next move.
They walk along the surface of Moon 44, recounting each rejection, dismissal, and brush-off that they suffered at the hands of so many spacemen.
Excuse me...
Violet and Jaune are startled out of their reverie of shared misery by a friendly voice.
Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, but I couldn't help overhearing that you are having trouble securing assistance to find...your missing ...friend, is it?
Thats right. answered Violet,
Are you saying that you can help us?
Violet and Jaune allow themselves the glimmer of hope that this stranger may be able to help finally find Pinky. But the man shakes his head.
No...I'm just a simple spaceman, I'm afraid. I need to get these greebles loaded onto my FRN18 rover and transported to base...
Their hopes are dashed just as quickly as they were raised.
...but I do know who can help.
You do?!
Certainly! You need to enlist the services of the Federation Search and Rescue Team.
Jaune and Violet exchange puzzled looks.
I've never heard of them.
Well, they are a new division, only recently formed. And, I might add, you are in luck, because I passed a squadron of them engaged in training exercises not far from here only a little while ago. If you hurry along, you may catch them! You'll know them by their bright orange uniforms, you can't miss 'em.
Charged with the hope of this news, Violet and Jaune thank the spaceman and trot quickly in the direction he indicated.
We will find you, Pinky! Violet thinks with renewed determination.
Seeing the ribbed ice cloud forming from my window I dashed out to a local vantage point to catch the clouds and the sunset. The ribbed clouds had deminished by the time I got there but I thought this was worth a shot.
When Jasper and I arrived into the small town of Elkhorn City, Kentucky after a perilous drive before daybreak, we thought we would be earlier than anyone else to the famous railfanning location of Pool Point. Those thoughts were very quickly dashed upon seeing over a dozen cars parked on the side of the road when we arrived. After some trouble finding the path down to the tunnel, we precariously walked over the several hundred foot ravine that the line crosses over and set up with about 25 or so other railfans gathered for this momentous occasion: the return of the CSX Santa Train after a 3 year absence due to the pandemic. With the trio of gorgeous B&O painted F40PHs on point, the train continues on its way to Kingsport.
Male Smooth Snake (Coronella austriaca). The Smooth snake is the United Kingdom's rarest native reptile; it is totally harmless to man. In the UK, the Smooth snake is a specialist of heathland, and native populations can be found only in the south of England; in the counties of Dorset, Hampshire, Surrey and West Sussex. Like most snakes, the Smooth snake will eat almost anything that it can catch and swallow, however; they are mostly associated with a reptilian diet. Smooth snakes grow to a length of about 60-70cm (exceptionally up to 80cm), and appear slimmer than our other native snakes. The Smooth snake is so named because it lacks the central keels, or ridges on its scales, unlike our native Adder and Grass snake. This adaptation means that it is not as swift as our other snakes, but is well suited to navigating dense vegetation. Due to this name, the very smooth Slow worm is often misreported as being a Smooth snake. Exceptional individuals have reached an age of almost 30 years in the wild. Although usually considered mute, Smooth snakes can emit a quiet short hiss when stressed, which is usually associated with a strike or sudden jerk of the fore-body. They do not emit prolonged warning hisses like the Adder and Grass snake. The Smooth snake is usually of a matt colouration; usually a dark grey or dull brown, although brick-red specimens are not uncommon. The dark, almost black dorsal markings are not immediately apparent, and are arranged along the back, from neck to tail, as pairs of dots, bars or dashed lines. There is usually a second pair of lines, one of each running along the flanks of the body, although these are frequently even less obvious than the dorsal markings.The top of the head always features a large dark heart-shaped marking, which is sometimes described as a 'butterfly'. There is a characteristic dark line on the side of the head, that runs across the eye. Unlike the venomous Adder, the Smooth snake has round pupils. Copy courtesy of Surrey ARG. Photograph taken by Nick Dobbs in Dorset under license as part of an official survey 18-08-2024
Copyright Susan Ogden
Hey, everyone! i hope you are all safe and warm. The storm here, up to now has produced fairly strong winds and rain...and rolling surf with 11-13 ft waves. It only rained last night and into the wee hours and then it all seemed to settle down. The Weather Channel kept reporting that it was not over and that by this evening we might get a dusting to an inch of snow...and that the winds would be rocking once again.
Looks like they are correct! I dashed out while there was a lull to grab some shots of the angry sea, dressed like an Inuit in my michelin man coat and over the knee boots and a scarf and hood. The winds were harsh to say the least and had turned ...coming out of the northwest, relentlessly. my hands were numb!
Tonight around dinner time the snow briefly came whipping by on the increasing wind, then stopped. The wind has not. It is now up around 35mph...with gusts up around 40 or 45 and the house is vibrating. I am getting used to it! It is not totally unpleasant and is no longer alarming to me!!
Off to eat my dinner...and then relax...I have more painting to do tomorrow but i think for tonight i will curl up with a good book!!!
I stopped in another gallery yesterday ...and they want my work!
to say i am stunned and over the moon happy would be understating it!! SO...i am going to be printing and framing and painting and creating my brains out for awhile as i make a concrete plan for keeping them stocked! Go me...and thank you to my friends that have been steadfastly encouraging me to take a chance at that brass ring!
Stay warm and cozy...and safe!!
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Bailey wears :
"Houndstooth Ouiji Lolita" by Insomnia Angel
"Buttterfly Anklet" by Insomnia Angel
"Stovepipe Hat Noir" by Insomnia Angel
"Kokoro Shoes" by Swallow
"Light" by DOUX
"Shikyo Tattoo" by DAPPA
"Insane V1" Little Face Tattoo by DASHED
"Alex Smokey Eyes" by Hexed
"Bathory Lipstick" by Nar Mattaru
"Valerie Guaged XL" by Fewness
"Chiatto Ring Set" by ZOOM
"Blake" and "Wren" piercings by LittleFish
Geoffrey wears :
"[Gild] VG set up_black"
"[Gild] Kicks high boots black("
(both actually at Engine Room : maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Syndicate/195/119/526)
DURA - NA37 / B
(actually at ALPHA Event : maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/ACCESS%203/141/126/999)
. : Mea Tenebra : . Pungent - Septum
/Raven-Array\ - Sacrilegious Set
Backdrop : FOXCITY. Photo Booth - Casablanca (Reflective. 167Li)
The Grand Theater (1942-1960)
Del Paso Blvd
Sacramento, California
It was a church until about 10 years ago. Some 8 years ago, there were plans being talked about of reopening it as a dinner theater. Those dreams seem dashed now.
Wallpaper made from scanned handdrawing and colored in photoshop =)..
to download the full resolution go to my website..=)
Fog fills Yosemite Valley at dusk following an autumn storm. Yosemite Valley, California. October 28, 2016. © Copyright 2016 G Dan Mitchell - all rights reserved.
Fog fills Yosemite Valley at dusk following an autumn storm
OK, I confess that sometimes I still stop at Tunnel View, and sometimes I do take my camera out, and I may even make a photograph. ;-) On this late-autumn evening I had been in the Valley for just an afternoon, on a day that had begun with quite heavy rainfall as I drove to Oakhurst for a meeting. The rain turned to showers with some breaks of sunlight as I drove to the Valley in the afternoon for a few hours of photography.
I photographed well up the Valley, working on clouds that were brushing past pinnacles and faces high on the granite walls. As the sunlight left that subject I packed up and started to head out of the Valley and back toward Oakhurst. I passed Tunnel View, and as I always do, I did a quick visual check to see what was going on. I got out of the car and walked to the overlook — there were almost no photographers left by this point, as it was well into the dusk blue hour light. It was quite dark, actually, though there was still residual light on the furthest peaks and on higher portions of the clouds, Drifting low clouds and fog almost filled the Valley itself. The fog was intriguing, so I dashed back to my vehicle, grabbed the camera and a lens and tripod, rushed back, and set up to make a few exposures in the failing light.
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A stop on our way to the airport...
We had some airline points that were going to be expiring and free hotel stays that were burning a hole in our pocket, so we dashed off to Victoria, British Columbia for a couple of days. No big plans, just to 'wallow' in a place that, in Canadian terms, is a little tropical.
Saw this blue jay chick wandering in our side yard earlier this afternoon. At first I thought he was an adult until I spotted his grey shoulder feather. His parents were actually over watching him from the tree. No wonder my wife told me she was startled by an adult blue jay that had dashed in front of her yesterday. I continued to watch the chick trying to climb up the retaining wall. I decided to roll a bing cherry in front of him but it was immediately gobbled up by one of his parents. I brought out my camera and took this shot of the schooling. This really made me smile.
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After leaving Algonquin, Oxtongue and Arrowhead parks behind, my goal was to reach Killarney before sunset. Never having been there before I knew things were going to be very tight time wise. I had no knowledge for good photo spots in the area so I tried to leave myself enough time to hopefully speak to some locals or rangers about where to shoot. I also had no idea how many sights would entice me to pull over along the way.
I resisted a few because the sky was starting to open up from the complete overcast that had ruined any sunrise. I wheeled into my hotel with very little time to spare and got some great advice from two ladies who worked at the hotel. It would turn out that they would look after me for the remainder of the weekend. They even packed me a lunch for the trail the next day.
At any rate, they mentioned a few good spots for sunrise and sunset and I dashed to the car as the sky was really starting to look promising. The area in this photo is actually near a suggested sunrise spot but when I saw the light show starting to unfold, I made a beeline over the granite shoreline to get to that great diagonal line of rocks being side lit by the setting sun.
I captured 2 frames before that foreground light disappeared and the main event of that gorgeous light dancing around in the clouds took center stage. I even got lucky enough to have sunlight filtering through a rain storm off to the left in the distance.
One extra frame with the Lee Big Stopper to soften out the water and I was off to try and find other spots before the show was over. Unfortunately nothing else really panned out that well but in the end, I believe this may be my favorite shot of the entire fall season, and certainly of this particular weekend.
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Carrying on the timeline from the trip, this is image 4 from Lindisfarne and probably the last for a while. This was a difficult choice as I had quite a few variations on this sunrise.
Following on from this, we dashed back to the car as it was parked on the main carpark and they do not like overnight parkers. Having escaped a ticket or telling off, we set of for the causeway and breakfast at the Lindisfarne inn cafe, highly recommended.
Lots of shorebirds searched in the shoreline for food after the rain. They all dashed by me. I was happy to capture this Willet in mid-stride.
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I am helping my brother move house so that is why I have been so busy and not a great contact. I also had to watch an important rugby game so at half time I dashed out to take my photo - this postbox is on the corner near my brother's new place. I initially did not see the smiling face but when I did i thought it was quite cute. Another photos - another day ticked off!
I will try and catch up with you all soon!
Warm Spring days meant lots of lizard sightings in the Currawinya National Park.
Clockwise, there is the Sand Monitor (or Sand Goanna) a Shingleback lizard (often known as a Blue Tongue or Sleepy Lizard) and a Bearded Dragon.
The Sand Monitors dashed across the roads, while the Bearded Dragons often stood quite still. The Shinglebacks happily lay in the sunshine.
Another old upload from last summer. I'm really excited for spring and time to go out and shoot more frequently. I feel like I'm getting a bit stressed about not having more time to shoot for fun instead of school projects.
parked up at the Angel awaiting fellow mad people from wfc flickr to join me for sgwd einion gam trek and the skies were awesome - so we dived back in the car Keeping within the speed limit and drove up the road to Dinas rock out i Dashed to capture a fast moving sky - throwing the tripod cover on the ground in excitment.
5 shots later i was back in the car so i would not be late .
The Parish Church of Saint Mary
Bungay is a small pretty market town on the River Waveney in the English county of Suffolk, close to the border with Norfolk.
The church of St Mary sits in the town centre close to the market place and was originally built as the church to a Benedictine priory in the late 12th century. The main part of the present church dates from the 14th–15th century. The priory was closed in 1536 as a result of the dissolution of the monasteries and St Mary's became a parish church.
A large part of the priory building was destroyed by the 'Great Bungay Fire' of 1688, the fire destroyed a significant portion of the town, including many houses and buildings.
Ruins of the priory can be see today in the churchyard of St Mary, including a delicately carved 13th century doorway.
The church is now redundant and in the care of the Churches Conservation Trust.
A local legend states that in August 1577 during a thunderstorm an apparition appeared, consisting of a black Hell Hound which dashed around the church, attacking members of the congregation. It then suddenly disappeared and re-appeared in Holy Trinity Church, Blythburgh 12 miles away, injuring members of the congregation there.
I put E to bed and dashed down to the seafront to catch the sunset. I was very glad that I did. The sky was even more dramatic after the sun went down.
(I'm still catching up from my holiday - unfortunately I don't live anywhere near the sea so when I am by the seaside I'm obsessed by shooting sunsets - should have made that clear!)