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It was so fun to watch Skylar experience snow for the first time. She dashed around the yard and rolled in the snow with wild abandon. So glad she got to enjoy one snow this winter.
MISSION 20: Objective Nern
DESIGNATION: CC-6359
NICKNAME: Branch
RANK: ARC Sergeant
LOG ENTRY: 020\\03
My remaining men and I dashed through the separatist corridors, hoping to find a place to convalesce after the pummeling we took during the initial assault. We weren't going to last for long without cover.
Out of desperation we bolted into the caverns of the mines, becoming engulfed in darkness. Running. Running. We rushed through the endless darkness, our feet growing more and more ponderous with each step. Then we stopped. Our vanguard came to a sudden halt in front of a colossal trandosian. He looked at us. We looked at him.
“Dank ferrik."
He was plated in cortosis. And he was charging straight for us.
Any attempts to escape failed. There was no way out. The mammoth lunged towards me and seized my head, pounding my brain against my skull. Everything hurt. The massive beast swung his burly arm directly into my diaphram, eliminating the air from my lungs and replacing it with blood. I could barely breathe. My brother lunged at the beast “Come and get some-'' but was cut off short. The trandoshan's razor like claws skewered him through his chest, sending blood soaring everywhere. I was too weak to mourn. Another strike to my flank, this time shattering my armor. Shards of plastoid were sent flying, puncturing my skin and leaving wounds on my chest. My ribs were piercing my lungs. The trandosian peered into my visor, ready to kill me, while I saged, immobile on the ground. What had felt like forever was about to be over.
A Strike to the head. Then the chest. Then the head. But no. Four shots, three hitting the goliath. The sound of a blaster to an eye. Then a world shattering shriek. A tumble to the ground. Struggling to stand, I glanced at the fallen body of the monster. With all my remaining strength, I lifted my rifle barely above the ground, a using it as a makeshift cane. One of my brothers assisted me in moving upright, impaling me with bacta as i stood. The others peeled as much cortosis plating as they could from the husk of the beast, attaching some to their armor and firing on the head to insure his fatality. Keep moving. Keep moving. We were gonna blow the seppies to hell. For the republic.
Unexpected clear sky during a rainy weekend. I dashed off so quickly that I forgot my Nisi NL filter :-/ Taken with Nikon Z7 II, Nikkor Z 14-24mm f/2.8 S at 10s | f/2.8 | 14mm | ISO 6400
Air Iceland Connect inbound Belfast George Best, while the weather turned dull with snow following.
Copyright Andy Crossley | Photography 2018
EPISODE at ABBOTS CHASE Parte 3
Suddenly, the loud snapping of a twig pierced the silence of the shadows behind,
His playtime interrupted, George turned with a surprised look certainly most unkind.
When from a trees shadow walked a stranger, not quite nearly handsome and dark,
Not exactly a dashing Casanova, but as a welcomed hero, he would do for the part.
Quickly he sized up the situation, preparing to face the highwayman's wrath,
The hero waved his sabre with challenging finesse, as he advanced down the path.
Smiling George let go his prize, standing firm, turned and poised his sword to attack,
Suddenly a nettled ladies spiked heel, kicked his boy’s with a well-aimed whack!
Aggrieved at the lass’s spunk, now two against one, were not odds George favored,
He turned and hobbled off, giving up the quite naughty thoughts he had savored.
His victim then tried grabbing him by his cloak, but he slipped out as he dashed,
Tripping as he avoided the stranger’s sabre, vanishing in the fast creek he splashed.
Our hero turned to the lady, who was nonchalantly straightening her shiny attire, not nervous
Bowing in whole obeisance he acquainted, Milady, Marque, of the Manor, at your full service.
Reaching while gently moving his sharp sabre aside, her hazel eyes holding a relieved tear,
As the Romeos heart melted she purred, “Best watch where you place that my Dear”.
Now Marque, the Earl’s youngest son, had been carefully tracking an owl that poached,
Watching by the manor house, had become fully mesmerized by our lady walking to her coach.
Then , he had followed the owl flying through the woods leading down to Abbots Chase,
Hearing voices, he came upon, a handsome couple, in what seemed a rather vigorous embrace.
He had turned away, not wishing to spoil their little tryst, then spied his prey high in a tree,
Moving closer as the owl took flight, and he observed the villain relieve the pretty lady of jewellery.
Recognizing the damsel, the guest from the Manor house, Marque felt a sudden burning inspire,
To valiantly rescue the dazzling Maiden from her dismal distress, was his fully awakened desire.
Marque now found himself alone with the prettiest Court Lady he had ever seen,
His entire body quivered, everything seemed like he was in an enchanting dream.
A cold tingle traveled his spine as she looked him over, coyly sensing his duress,
She looked deep within his stricken eyes, a hazel eyed beauty, hair attractively messed.
Blushing, he looked down, spying a white silken handkerchief limp at his feet,
Picking it swiftly up, for he could feel his face turning quite as red as a winter beet.
When the lady Impishly cleared her throat, Marque looked up, his heart skipping a beat,
For the lady had moved closer, studying him with an innocence he found quite sweet.
She beguilingly approached him with a vexing swishing swirl of her long satin gown,
Taking the handkerchief offered, she touched his hand, as his love finally broke its bounds
Giving him a peck on his cheek, he suddenly felt his noble soul captured, as her charms wound,
Heart pounding as she moved slyly away while looking back at him, his jaw slam’d the ground!
Knowing his enrapture, she bent down to carefully reclaim her baubles from George's cloak,
Black silky satin tightly outlined her figure as she emptied many pockets, carefully taking note.
Jewels sparkled in the night, as she beckoned to the man whose soul she now possessed,
"Kind sir, would you please help me place my baubles back?" her voice, his ears caressed.
With weakened knees, approaching her slowly, his being overfilled, face still quite flush,
Placing a satin gloved hand to her breast, she smiled at him with a nicely played blush.
He stopped for a second, restrained firmly with astounding waves of radiant rapture,
That pretty damsel, a side glance, demurely laughed, cagily completed his over-all capture.
She held out to him her necklace, while watching teasing, the glistening diamonds unfurl,
Looking away up deep within his eyes, she knowingly placed him into a bottomless whirl.
Replacing the necklace, she backed into him, and Marque grasped warm her satiny arms,
Sparks flew between them, as her gentle hands intertwined his, drenched him with her charms.
Ductile, his fingers sent trembles, as the many glistening jewels, he willingly helped, replaced,
This manor born lad’s eyes showing desire, as each piece upon her figure was again embraced.
As he raised up her shimmering tiara of diamonds, she shivered, though it was not cold
Bowing, she squirmed, as she thought of what his embrace could do , if only he would be bold.
Slipping the last ring on, Marque kissed her gloved hand with a courteous flourish,
As our lady felt her particular hunger rise, with a desire for immediate nourish.
Two pairs of eyes locked, as two figures now quivered in sinc with a loving need,
Lips drew ever closer, unable to resist the sweet call of nature’s unwritten creed.
Together they came, pulling fervently close, as Marque 's hands wrapped around her sleek waist,
His warm body answered her wish from deep within, as they hugged together in passionate haste.
A rusty knight to her rescue had come, unbinding the lady from her eternally captive darkness,
This noble born man , was tenderly caressing , releasing from within, raw love in all starkness.
Now, all the while, the owl had been watching unabashed, but no voyeur was he,
With an admonishing hoot, he quickly winged home from the low branch of the tree.
Startled, our lady jumped solidly up into her almost knightly hero’s strong arms,
Her heart racing, as his held her slick figure firm, while his voice soothingly charmed!
Murmuring in her ear, "ere my lady lets now get you somewhere soundly safe"
Still reeling from his stimulating embrace, she smiled saying," I know just the place."
Whispering in his ear, as to her carriage our lady led him, victories achieved,
"Bring your sabre also my dear sir, to protect my jewels from other thieves."
As the owl flew on its way, its piercing eyes spied the highwayman laying prone by the lake,
Then, as a cool breeze reached its ears, from the carriage came sweet sounds in the wake,
It was the sing song hum of our lady’s voice, carried through in a sweet musical tone,
Said as her eyes in the shadows sparkled desire," kind lord, help me find my way home."
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A rare sighting, we were lucky enough to spot this White Tailed Deer in Everglades National Park. He hesitated momentarily and then dashed across our path and on to the other side of the road.
Steller Sea Lions sun-bathing on wave-dashed rocks in Resurrection Bay, Alaska. Look closely and you can see an ID number on the female all the way on the right.
Its15 minutes before sunset and I’m on a canoe, not so steady in light wind. I spotted the Heron landing from about 800 meters and dashed over there after waiting for him the whole day. He was standing on a rock just behind a small island. Facing him the sun was directly at my lens. So got a bit closer to get some of the trees to block the sun and anticipated the takeoff. Used raw to get the 2 extra stops and editing capabilities and got a few good images. Check the previous image for the follow-up.
Check the Meta.
She dashed by me in painted on jeans
And all the heads turned because she was the queen
In the blink of an eye I knew her number and her name yeah
And she said I was the tiger she wanted to tame
Caribbean Queen
Now we're sharing the same dream
And our hearts they beat as one
No more love on the run
I lose my cool when she steps in the room
And I get so excited just from her perfume
Electric eyes that you can't ignore
And passion burns you like never before
I was in search of a good time
Just running my game
Love was the furthest
Furthest from my mind
Caribbean Queen
Now we're sharing the same dream
And our hearts they beat as one
No more love on the run
Ann Hennis moved to America, probably as an indentured servant, in 1761. Her first husband, Richard Trotter, a Shenandoah Valley settler and survivor of General Edward Braddock’s disastrous expedition of 1755, was killed at the Battle of Point Pleasant on October 10, 1774. Thereupon his widow adopted male dress, took up rifle and tomahawk, and became a frontier scout, messenger, spy, and Indian fighter. She was the subject of numerous adventures, both true and legendary, and became widely known as the “white squaw of the Kanawha” and more bluntly as “Mad Ann.” In 1788 she moved with her second husband, John Bailey, also a scout, to “Clendenin’s Settlement” on the site of present-day Charleston, West Virginia. The settlement’s principal feature was Fort Lee, and its siege by Native Americans in 1791 provided the occasion for Ann Bailey’s most famous exploit. When the defenders’ powder ran low, she volunteered to ride for help. She dashed from the fort and through the host of besiegers, rode 100 miles (160 km) through the forest to Fort Union (present-day Lewisburg), and returned on the third day with powder. After her second husband’s death she went to live with her son in Ohio.
*The Ohio River is in the background.
Late yesterday evening , I happened to look out our dining room window and notice a brilliant moon. In less than a minute I had grabbed my camera and dashed out into our back yard to take a few shots. I like this one in particular for the details it caught.
The full moon shines through fog streaming over the Golden Gate and San Francisco Bay, as seen from Hawk Hill. We were ably guided by Flickereeno Kirk Lougheed in our photographic quest. Our hopes for a colorful sunset and moonrise were dashed by thickening fog that obscured nearly everything. However on our way out a few breaks appeared, and then the bay and bridge shone through the fog with occasional views of the moon. In the distance the Bay Bridge and East Bay are visible.
Ferring Beach
Left home a bit late but arrived in time before the sunrise. Set up on the beach, pretty cold, forgot gloves, forgot filter!!! Dashed back to the car to get filter (it's been so long since I've done this - and I'm getting older) leaving tripod and camera on the sand hoping it wouldn't topple over (it has before). Luckily no dog walkers in the pre-dawn! Unfortunately no clouds today so this is my best attempt. Maybe a sunset would suit an old git better!
My wife, kids and I headed out to Stanthorpe on the Easter long weekend as a semi-spur-of-the-moment decision to visit my wife's parents who were staying there. As usual, I took my camera gear and at about 5pm myself and my father-in-law dashed off to photograph the sunset while the kids stayed at a playground and played with Nanna and Mummy.
Canon 5D Mark II
17 - 40 @ 17mm
ISO100 f/16 1/2sec
Lee 0.6 soft grad
Capture time: 16/4/17 5:29pm
A week ago, on 25 October 2018, I dashed down to a place that I had been curious about for the last few years. Every time I drove the highway, I would pass a sign that said Kayben Farms. My daughter had posted photos from a visit there with friends a while ago and there were a few things that I wanted to see sometime. A spur-of-the-moment visit gave me the chance to do so. Actually, I suspect it may also have been a delaying tactic for all the endless things that I knew I should be seeing to.
There were a few sheds/barns scattered around the grounds. Most were a pretty basic, simple shape and not old. However, I loved this little barn and absolutely loved the wonderfully bright and colourful door of two other buildings. The barn in this photo had an assortment of ducks, chickens, pigs - and a rabbit that I only noticed when I was editing this image. There were several different kinds of domestic duck and two in particular caught my eye. A female domestic Turkey had two babies, one black and the other was a tan colour, and what a good mother she was.
Wandering near the corn maze - now closed till next year - I came across a dead Sunflower hanging its head. One of my favourite things to photograph, at any stage of their life. As for a corn maze, nothing would make me enter .... nothing, unless the corn plants were no higher than my waist and if I was with someone who has an excellent sense of direction!
Various pieces of old farm equipment dotted the area. I always enjoy coming across such things on any of my travels.
In a nearby area, there was a variety of farm animals, including a large Pot-bellied (?) Pig that was fast asleep and snoring loudly, and horses, sheep and goats were entertaining. All made for a very pleasant visit, just in time before the farm closed to the public for the winter season.
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Over the last few days I've taken hundreds of pics, so today I wasn't feeling all that keen on picking up the camera.
However, I spotted my next door neighbour in his garden and we had a chat. He was just about to cut off these 2 metal rods, so I dashed indoors, grabbed the camera and voila, daily pic done :))
Taken at the backyard of the red cottage, Cape Schanck, National Park, Victoria. You can see bits of clothe lines on the left.
The temperatures plunged even further last night, it reached -4 C at home and -5 low on the fells, which is reasonably uncommon for this area.
For Mother Nature to provide me with some different materials to play with left me really inspired and ice, snow and frost are the very definition of ephemeral. So my two favourites things - interesting natural materials and ephemeral sculpture - sent me to bed with the hope that the sun would shine as ice comes alive when hit by low winter sun.
JRTPickle and I had been discussing new ideas and she has come up with some crackers recently (not Christmas ones) so thanks to her for the new ideas and the inspiration.
I prepared these sculptures yesterday so that they would freeze and be ready for the morning. I dashed up to the moors early as low night time temperatures are often followed by melt-warm daytime conditions. I would need to be quick to catch the dawn sun, grab a picture or two before things melted.
This turned out not to be the case. Temperatures stayed low and were low enough to stick ice to ice which broadened the possibilities. When I have tried before it has been too warm to do this.
So I constructed each sculpture using spit to weld them together and positioned them to wait for the sun to peep over the ridge. I knew that cloud was expected by lunchtime and poor weather by the evening so I crossed my fingers the sun would appear.
High level clouded blocked the sun and I waited and waited. She came out for a few seconds and I managed a couple of shots but then the cloud spread even more and the sun was gone again. Instead I concentrated on no-sun pictures as my hopes faded that I wouldn't be in luck to get the ice-shine pictures I craved.
I waited and waited some more and was tempted to pack up and go home. I feared the cloud was already here and set in and I would just be wasting my time.
I was wrong, the sun finally burnt through and I hurried to take pictures before she went in again. And that she did but not before I got what I wanted.
Heavy snow is predicted for this evening and tomorrow. I wonder if there will be lots and will it stay long enough for me to play with? Only Mother Nature can decide.
AAAAGGGHHH no more rain.........Thats it!, I can't take.......anymore. Im going out. Cant stay in and keep complaining about the weather, Just got to get out there and DO IT.
We went down on Plymouth Hoe with the wee lad to get some chips by the sea. Grabbed the camera (no tripod still)
Had a little wonder around as didn't have long. Wasn't getting much in between showers, then as we dashed for the car just as it came down again the rain hitting the harbour water caught my eye. So I quickly ran onto a gangway, composed and took the shot then dived for the car before the heavens opened.
Due to the rush and handheld its a tad blurry but fairly happy with it as I was finally glad to be out
Maybe a week ago, my daughter and a friend went to the Calgary Farmyard for a visit. My intention had been to do this for the last few years, but somehow it just never happened. I tend to think of it as a place to visit around Halloween. Until I saw my daughter's photos, I didn't realize that the farm also has a sunflower area as well as a Corn Maze, which I knew about. Nothing would ever get me into a Corn Maze - with no sense of direction, I would never find my way out.
Two nights ago, on 29 August 2020, I took another look at their website and saw that yesterday was going to be their last day being open in summer. So, on the spur of the moment, I dashed out east of the city, found the farm, and luckily found an empty parking spot. Tons of people with young kids, but still plenty of space to be distanced from everyone. All sorts of thing for kids to climb in and on. Farm animals and the sunflowers were what I headed for. The sunflowers had mostly passed their prime, so photos looking over a field of flower heads resulted in very colourless, uninspiring images. The plants that still had bright yellow flowers were being enjoyed by endless bees.
Llamas are one of my favourite farm animals to see and photograph, though these ones were not being very cooperative. Nearby goats were entertaining and offered a few photo opportunities.
After I left the farm. there was still plenty of time to drive the backroads. A couple of beautiful Hawks - one a Swainson's and the other a Red-tailed Hawk, I think - made the drive worthwhile.
It’s been about two week since we stopped Meister, and I still don’t know how I feel. I mean, we beat the guy, but at a cost. I've felt horrible about it ever since. I could've stopped him from...no, don't do that to yourself Allen. There was nothing you could've done. Then when I get back, I received the shock of my life. He was there. Barry Allen. The Flash. My father. He’d been visiting Cisco when I arrived. Speaking of, Cis decided to splurge out my secret when we were talking. I’m guessing he was shocked when he found out those two knew Central City’s resident speedster. Bigger shock for me though, since I’m seeing a version of my dad who is over a decade younger than how I remember. This Barry has to be in his late-twenties, much younger than what I'm used to. Everything has been such a whirlwind lately, I don’t know how to focus. Luckily, I’m finally getting some time to stretch my legs. All week has been nothing but muggings and jaywalkers, but now there’s a major robbery at the Fox Art Gallery. I dashed out the second I heard about it.
Once I got there, I saw that the doors were blown apart. I examine them and see not just debris, but gouge marks in the doorway, consistent with a sword, or dagger, or...boomerang.
“Aw, man,” I grumble as I make my way inside. Sure enough, standing there shoving paintings into a duffel bag, was a tall, slightly overweight, Aborigines man with a jacket that has boomerangs hooked to it. Digger Harkness, also known as Captain Boomerang. One of my dad’s original villains. He looks over at me and begins to bark with a slurred, heavy Australian accent.
“‘Ello, love,” he grins, and grabs a boomerang to chuck at me. I sidestep as it hurls towards me, embedding itself in the wall. A second after, it detonates and leaves a smoking chunk of wall missing. I run towards him and punch him in the stomach. He doubles over, grunts, and strikes me with another boomerang. I look at my arm, which is now dripping blood.
“Come on, Captain Kangaroo. I just got this tailored.”
He laughs and slings the bag over his shoulder. When he goes to make his escape, I rush to his side and tackle him down. I hold him down while he smiles.
“Don’t be so smug, Dundee. You’re going to Iron Heights for a while.”
“I wouldn’ worry much about me. I ain’t alone, after all. Oi, Maggie!”
I scream as a sharp object embeds itself in my shoulder. My head swaps around to see a blonde girl about my age, wearing an all black jumpsuit. She holds a small device in her hand, and when she presses it I get a giant surge of electricity through my body, causing me to fall down. Groggily, I try to get up as she helps Harkness up.
“You alright, Unc?” she asked, brushing off his shoulder. He nods and smirks as he looks at my shivering now.
“I’m right as, dear niece. This lass ain’t, though.”
They both look up in surprise as police sirens fill the air. Quickly, they begin to stuff more works of art in their bags. I look around and see something silver near me. I squint to focus on it. A boomerang with rounded edges. It must have fallen off of his coat when I knocked him over. My hand grasps it and I read the label etched onto it: ‘Stun’.
“Perfect,” I say quietly as I watch the two start making their exit. Still struggling to get up, I end up kneeling as I throw the item. It connects with Digger’s head, making him fall over. Maggie looks over and goes to grab him, but panics when she sees flashing red and blue lights against the window. She glances at Harkness and sighs.
“Sorry, Unc. I’ll bring ya a slab in the big house.”
I watch her run to the back door, and I manage to shake myself up to run after her. My hand slams into the door as I burst out into the alley. She’s nowhere to be seen. The only thing I could see is a boomerang with a rope wrapped around a fire escape. A few police officers, including a man with fiery red hair, walked out of the building and looked to me. I was shocked when I saw him. It was my uncle Daniel, who I never thought would be the police type.
“You alright, Flash?” he asks, seeing my shoulder and arm.
“Yeah, officer. I’m good.”
“Thanks for helping us take down Boomerang,” he mumbles as he flips a pair of handcuffs in his hand, “him and his niece, Maggie Harkness, have busted heists like this from Queensland to Fawcett. Luckily, he has higher ups interested in him. He’s joining his son, Owen Mercer, in Belle Reve.”
“It was a pleasure, officer. I’ll see you around.”
With that, I hurry back to S.T.A.R., not knowing just what I was about to get into.
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Maggie Harkness makes her way into a derelict apartment, sliding the bag off of her shoulder and onto the ground. Her body goes limp as she crashes onto the lumpy mattress. This is big. She got her uncle in the slammer. Blimey, this is worse than the time they almost got busted in Coast City. It’s the bloody Flash’s fault, though. She’d put that girl down for good.
“Maggie…”
Maggie’s head flips up, looking around frantically. Someone’s in here.
“Where ya at, ya blasted demon?” she yelled as she brandished an exploding boomerang. Her eyes practically flip out of their sockets as she sees a large, black form with yellow and red lightning emitting from his body. Next to him was a man in an orange and green suit. The strangest thing was that they were standing inside the mirror. She looks around to try and see if it’s a trick, but no. They were inside it.
“‘Ooh the bloody ‘ell are you?” Maggie inquired, staring at the mass. It begins to speak, its scarlet eyes narrowed on her.
“I...am Zoom. This is my associate, the Mirror Master. I have a proposition for you. Help Mirror Master break into Iron Heights and free some prisoners that are of use to me. Help them kill the Flash and bring her head to me. Do this, and I will help you get your uncle out of his confinement.”
Maggie was taken aback. Kill the Flash? This is a dream come true. She hurried and grabbed all of her belongings and walked to the mirror. Here, she extended her hand and gasped as Zoom easily reached through it, grasped her wrist, and pulled her in. The glass was like liquid as she went through, coming out on what looked like a world made entirely of translucent panels. Mirrors as far as the eye could see. Zoom chuckled.
“Welcome to the Rogues, Boomerang.”
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Hope you guys enjoyed this issue, and are excited to see how this is gonna go. I promise, this volume is gonna be huge! Thanks for reading, and as always constructive criticism is welcomed.
The light was golden sweet and the clouds were perfect. I couldn't resist going out, hoping for the best. But my hopes were dashed when I heard P318 get its EC-1, addressed to the 4144. Oh well, maybe next time. Munster, IN
Having picked up 8 minutes from Colwyn Bay, unbeknown to me. I dashed onto the footbridge, raised umbrella in one hand ,camera in the other, fortunately lens cap off! It was point and shoot ! Twist and crop for this result ! PenmaenBach headland jus visble in the background.
I had read about this place and had a certain vision for it and then there was construction, which obscured part of the comp that I had visioned. Plans dashed!? No way!
The Salk Institute of La Jolla is a perfect example of Destructive Architecture with leading lines everywhere, enabling me to make it work. Perhaps my next visit I'll be looking for some sunrise or sunset light. For black and white, the bright, overcast sky made for great tonality and lack of shadows.
I use that term loosely. Look at all that grime on her already. Blue Island, IL. Between their return to unpredictable schedules and the dirt this unit has already accumulated, my fantasies of getting it standing proud on a Chicago-bound train are pretty much dashed!
Who makes the rain? The answer seems quite clear from the scriptures! The one and only Creator God. :)
I came home from work this afternoon and there was still a little daylight left.... I dashed inside and grabbed my camera.... I'd noticed this morning that the grape hyacinths had appeared in my tub of daffodils, but I was in a rush to get to work (bet you don't hear that too often!!!!) and didn't have time. So when I came home, sitting on my knees on the tarmac (my neighbours already think I'm loopy) I snapped this one.
I should point out that these flowers are sitting in a tub against the wall of my house, hence the white background... the photo is exactly as it came out of the camera except for the added text :-)
It wasn't till I looked at it on the big screen that I realised I'd captured lots of micro daffodils in the waterdrop reflections, how cool is that?? :) :)
So so glad it's almost Friday... although it really doesn't seem that long ago since I last said that LOL
Thank you EVERYONE for the wonderful comments you've left me on my previous uploads. Your kindness really overwhelms me sometimes :)
Hope you all have a great start to your weekend :)
"I am Woman, My mysteries await you"
Rare sunny Day in September we dashed out to countryside with a few props and a black bedsheet as a shawl and had a laugh with the camera.
Ilford HP5 Dev in Ilfosol 3 dev at 1:14 dilution .Development details on FilmDev
Printed 8'x10' on Ilford MGIV Glossy and scanned in my old flatbed, hence lines
I Truly felt the force of these strikes.... moments later I dashed off due to the cold air coming. Extended exposure... 20-30 seconds shot with 1.4 50mm D700 iso 1000-1600
Hubby & I wandered out looking for breakfast and a few images at Golitha Falls in Cornwall, happy to report success on both counts!
I was standing around just waiting for Gary to finish photographing some dead leaves when this little chap bobbed along, he circled us a few times then went about his business foraging for food whist I dashed a few shots off.
There appears to be some sort of line defined on the top ot the arch in the previous image. We see part of this line here and we see that it is made of a dashed line where the round forms are increasingly small. If you zoom in on that line you will just see it break up into more of these balls crowned with smaller ones in line. Such is the fractal nature of the image, with large features endlessly repeated in smaller versions.
York
6N03 0027 Lindsey oil Refinery-Jarrow shell calls unusually in platform 3 for crew change. Hope for a shot from platform 5 were dashed by the Mk4 LNER set occupying said platform.
Hopes of a sunny day for the returning loaded nuclear flask were dashed this morning.
In an effort to brighten the shot up I sought out some spring daffodils. Thanks chaps.
The lighting was very poor and this shot will not get any awards for its technical brilliance. However here it is. 66424 & 66301 returning the loaded flask from Devonport to Crewe without barrier coaches suggesting we can expect another run.
Running approx 20 mins late along the sea wall at Teignmouth.
After photting this working passing through Peak Forest, I thought I’d try and make it to the footbridge near Wingfield Tunnel for another bite of the Cherry. Luckily for me, it was running around 10 minutes late when I parked the car and dashed as quick as i could handle across the fields and footpath that leads to the line side foot bridge.
For the record, Rail Operations Group Class 37/7 No.37884 is seen not long after emerging from a shadowy Wing Field Tunnel, leading the 17:10 1Z86 Buxton Spa Express from Buxton to Lichfield City. This was a Railtour organised by Transport for Britain to raise money for a new Transport Link to the National Arboretum in Staffordshire.
Put down your world
Just for one night
Pick me again
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Okay. I have to tell you all the story of this photo. Haha..
I got home from class at 2:30 and I knew I only had a good hour or two of daylight left so I scoured my home for a good shooting location, and eventually settled on my parents' bathtub. It was disgusting. I cleaned it for half an hour and started filling it up and then I realized I didn't have any bubble bath! So I dashed out the door in my shorts and t-shirt in the 20 degree weather and I drove to the closest store, bought some strawberry Dora bubble bath, and RAN back to my car. I drove home, and then proceeded to fill up the tub. I think I used half of Dora. I then teased my hair and gooped on a decent amount of eyeliner, wet my eyes, set up my camera, put on this puffy dress and hopped in the tub.
OH what I do for photos..... These didn't even turn out right. GRR.
P.S. I am so happy my remote doesn't care how wet it gets, because I was afraid for its life today.
As luck would have it, when we were driving down the road away from the Paradise parking lot at Mt. Rainier, a red fox dashed across the road about 40 feet in front of us. I immediately came to a stop and grabbed my camera out of the center console and told Hilary I was going to try to get a picture. Realizing I had my 50mm on, I grabbed the 85 (the longest I had with me) and began to switch them. As I was just getting the 85 ring into the mount on the camera, Hilary said "Uh, Jeff . . . I think he wants something . . look to your right . . . "
In somewhere around the 7-8 seconds it took me to slam on the brakes and unmount one lens, this guy had covered 40-odd feet of deep snow drifts and was staring at me from not more than 10 feet away. Really a reminder of what amazing wild creatures these are (and how dangerous the larger ones can be if they suspect that *you* are the food).
At the same time, pretty sad - because clearly he's been getting a lot of handouts from people . . . not a healthy thing for a wild animal to rely on (let alone the quality of the food they're probably being given). I acknowledge that what is now my best and luckiest series of wildlife shots is due to this practice, but I sure would rather have earned it.
Hopes about an improvement dashed when leaving Porte de Bagnolet metro, with the sign adding about the only colour to a largely monochrome day.
GLEN FALLOCH 19:07: We dashed back to tell Paul Davies - much clashing of dishes - then set off back to Glen Falloch for the last of the evening light. 37409 at Glen Falloch on the 1800 Oban-Glasgow. 28th May 1986
You’re blocked! 🚫
To see the dusty disk around a young star, Webb blocked out starlight using a coronagraph, or mask. This is the first time that this disk, made of leftover debris from planet formation, has been observed in infrared wavelengths. Webb offers clues into both the history and composition of the disk.
The young star is AU Mic, a nearby red dwarf star with two known planets. Webb’s images allowed the science team to trace the disk as close to the star as 5 astronomical units (460 million miles) — the equivalent of Jupiter’s orbit in our solar system.
The ultimate goal for studying systems like AU Mic is to use Webb’s unprecedented sensitivity to observe giant planets in wide orbits, similar to Jupiter & Saturn in our own solar system. Webb’s observations mark new, uncharted territory for direct imaging around low-mass stars.
Read more: www.nasa.gov/feature/goddard/2023/new-webb-image-reveals-...
Credits: NASA, ESA, CSA, and K. Lawson (Goddard Space Flight Center). Image processing: A. Pagan (STScI)
[Image description: This image shows two views of the dusty debris disk around the red dwarf star AU Mic. The top panel is the disk at 3.56 microns. The disk appears as a fuzzy, blue, horizontal line broken in the middle by a black region outlined by a white, dashed circle. In the center of that region is a white, graphical star, which represents AU Mic. The actual star is blocked out in this image by Webb’s NIRCam coronagraph. The bottom panel is the second view of the disk, at 4.44 microns. The disk appears as a fuzzy, red, horizontal line broken in the middle by a black region outlined by a white, dashed circle. As in the top panel, in the center of that region is a cartoonish star representing AU Mic. The actual star is blocked out by the NIRCam’s coronagraph.]
In the cellarium at Fountains Abbey.
I was on my knees with the camera pressed to the ground beside a puddle, trying to catch the reflections, when these two kids in bright pink wellies dashed past. ;o)
These were unintentional "ghosts", whereas the ones where I tried to get this effect, didn't work!
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Birchen Edge, Peak District, UK
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Thanks to Harsharn for reminding me I needed to get back to Birchen Edge. I'd dashed out form work, got as far as Big Moor and couldn't decide where to go. it had to be somewhere close. As I arrived the last of the climbers were leaving and I had the place to myself until sunset. That's a first. This was one of the first shots of the evening. The light was really nice early on.
Yesterday, with all my gear in tow, or rather on my back, I trecked the Malvern Hills in the mist and rain waiting in hope to get some atmospheric images. Later on, and back home and with my eyes down on the days frugal uploads I suddenly noticed a respite in the storms affecting the UK right now. Dashed out to catch the tail end of a beautiful and unexpected golden hour
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Please take your time... and enjoy it large on black
A rare, but beautiful Smooth Snake - Coronella austriaca is a harmless colubrid species found in northern and central Europe, but also as far east as northern Iran. 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. 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 yellow gold pupils. Like most snakes, the Smooth snake will eat almost anything that it can catch and swallow, however; they are mostly associated with a reptillian diet. 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. Exceptional individuals have reached an age of almost 30 years in the wild.
During our Pyrenees hike I did meet a Smooth Snake. By that time not sure it was poisonous, so I was very careful but wanna to get as close as possible. The snake was getting some last warm sunshine rays laying on our path along Col d'Aubisque mountain pass. Their winter rest starts In November. It's the first time I catch a wild snake in Europe. They are always too fast for me. This time I was lucky.
De gladde slang is een niet-giftige slang uit de familie gladde slangen. Het is één van de drie soorten slangen die ook voorkomt in Nederland en België, naast de adder en de ringslang. De belangrijkste onderscheidende kenmerken van de gladde slang zijn de vrij uniforme bruine tot grijsbruine kleur, de gladde schubben, de donkere vlekkenrijen op de rug en staart, de eivormige kop met met een ietwat spatelvormige snuit, goudgele ogen en een ronde pupil. De gladde slang is een bedreigde en beschermde diersoort, het is verboden het dier te vangen, in gevangenschap te houden of te doden. De gladde slang heeft een groot verspreidingsgebied binnen Europa en komt ook buiten Europa voor in Azië en in het Midden-Oosten. De gladde slang is relatief klein en onopvallend en heeft in vergelijking met andere soorten een verborgen levenswijze en wordt daardoor zelden gezien. De slang is herkenbaar aan de kopvlek en streep van neusgat tot nek. De gladde slang leeft in gebieden waar de vegetatie gevarieerd is en hier en daar een open structuur heeft zodat een zonnebad kan worden genomen. Het zijn vaak begroeide maar toch open terreinen zoals bosranden, beboste delen van heiden en steppen, aan de voet van rotswanden zoals hier in de Pyreneeën en andere gebieden waar zowel vegetatie is om in te schuilen en open plekken om te zonnen. Aangezien de gladde slang een hekel heeft aan hoge temperaturen die door andere reptielen juist worden gewaardeerd, komt de slang ook voor in meer noordelijke gebieden die een ander vegetatietype hebben. De gladde slang is actief van april tot augustus of september. Wij kwamen deze slang tegen tijdens onze wandeling in de Pyreneeën. De slang zat zich op te warmen op ons wandelpad in het zwakke Oktober zonnetje. In november hebben de dieren hun winterkwartier opgezocht en brengen hierin de winterslaap door.
Keeping the Gary, IN Pine / Clarke Jct. theme going. An NS local freight with two sugar cars heads east on the former Wabash Gary District, in this view from the EJ&E bridge, in August 1992. Today, this right-of-way is trackless. CSXT was supposed to have relaid rail on the Wabash right-of-way to connect the former PRR at Tolleston with the Barr Sub and the NS Chicago Line at CP 501, but apparently PSR has dashed those hopes.