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With the thick clouds and hopes of a colorful sunset dashed I turned towards the east and shot this scene during a brief sun appearance before the clouds one again filled the sky. All was not lost.
Three birds in total,1m,2f. Visions of possible breeding were quickly dashed when male and one of the females moved on as did the final female.A lovely experience of such beautiful birds.
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A lovely sunrise today. But struggled to control the bright light behind the rock.
This time of year the sun is quite away to the south. My first location today the sun was nowhere near where I wanted it so dashed along to Marsden.
My first two days on Knoydart where quite grey and to be honest I think the overcast gloomy skies fitted in with the place really well and I'd have been happy with weather like this all week. It was certainly gave operchancity to shoot through the day... when the cloudless blue skies emerged for the second half of the week it defo made photography much more of a challenge!
These rocks looking down Loch Nevis only sit nicely in a composition mid tide... too low and there is just a mass of rock... too high and there is no foreground interest... I was lucky to observe this just at the right time on the second day and dashed out to shoot it! The error here was only taking my 3 stop ND filter rather than my 6 stop as I just grabbed the camera with filter on and left my bag in the cottage... hence the f22 aperture to achieve my usual 2-3 sec seascape shutter speed... I always shoot shorter and longer times... but tend to always favour the 2.5sec shots.
A mist of splattering spume and rock dashed foam gushes over the peaks and rocky prows. The process gradually erodes these sculpted rocks to even more spectacular shapes. Drown is by Smashing Pumpkins.
I was happily surprised to see a chipmunk at the side of the house Sunday afternoon. I thought perhaps they were already hibernaing. The temperature was in the 30's and we'd had a wintry mix the night before. I immediately took the little chippy some peanuts. It wouldn't come right up to me, but it made one peanut run after another. I was delighted to just watch and take photos as it repeatedly stuffed a peanut in each cheek, held one in its mouth, dashed off to its den, and then returned to do it all over again.
Im on nightshift tonight and for the rest of the week... so when I woke up this morning to see a thick mist and I didn't have to go to work I dashed out to a local woodland... and managed this and a few other compositions.
It has rained almost incessantly for the last few weeks but yesterday evening was rather special so I dashed to the beach to take some photos - it seems I was not alone as they were so many people on top of the rocks doing the same thing!
After a long drive and arriving late afternoon, Kay suggested a quick walk. I went off with my brother Mark and we dashed across the common nearby to this wonderful view of Ullswater in the gloom. It was funny, but the mist and impending downpour brought back so many wonderful mountain days that somehow I fell back into my wonderful world of memories. So many great walks lost in your little world with no visibility and free to fly. Made to disappear is by The Twilight Sad. Dinner came very late .
As I dashed out quickly, to grab a shot at sunset, I left my sandals on and got a few small cacti needles in my feet. Then to add insult to injury (literally), when taking this shot through the teddy bear cholla, I accidentally backed up into a cactus to my rear and you can guess where I got poked...ouch. Need to take what one of our neighbors refers to as "living in a hostile environment" more seriously. I've recovered just fine, but will nevermore fail to respect the wild ways of the Sonoran Desert.
After eyeing this from a distance, I made a mad scramble to this somewhat precarious rocky alcove. Perched at a safe enough angle away from the high tide, I couldn't help thinking how it would feel to be dashed against those rocks.As the tide was getting bigger and crashing with more force, a family just to the right of here wanted to explore further down looking for starfish. I kindly told them they'd have better luck finding some at low tide. Go figure.
Broad-winged Hawk, Buteo platypterus, identified by its distinctive call, in a Paper Birch, Betula papyrifera.
This was taken on the first evening of my recent trip to the Lakes. After a 6 hour drive from Brum, I set up my tent then dashed here to capture sunset. The colours of the clouds were beautiful, it was a great way to wind down from the traffic, roadworks delays etc!
I camped for a few nights at Syke Farm campsite, which is a 10 minute walk to this edge of Crummock water (and 10 mins the other way is the Buttermere tree - stand by for my next image).
Canon R5, Canon RF 15-35mm 2.8 @f/11, 109s, ISO160, 15mm
"Its 3 am I'm feeling lonely"
What is it about 3 am?
I have suffered from insomnia for about the last 10 years. I know I am not alone and it is particularly common in women of a certain age but it sure feels lonely at the witching hour of 3 am when I wake up almost every night.
It is hard to control your thoughts when there is nothing else to do but think and the black dog is waiting for you every night.
I am prone to discuss all sorts of random things with the Sherpa after gently nudging him awake, only to find he has either fallen asleep during the conversation or has no recollection of the events by morning.
This was taken on our last day away. A storm was approaching and I dashed down to the end of the street to
where darkness engulfed the coast as the rains started.
Adding more drama with the processing it reminded me of how I feel at 3 am.
My image wasn't showing up in Flickr people feed so have reloaded it.
A juvenile, I think.
We'd just returned from a walk and found this Sparrowhawk in the middle of the lawn with its prey. I dashed off to get my camera but when I got back it had moved to the side of the garden under some bushes. It obviously felt more safe and secure there. The problem for me was that it was a dull day compounded by the position of the bird. All the shots I took were unfortunately
high ISO.
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I dashed to a local park this afternoon after reports of a 2nd Winter Iceland Gull appeared on Birdguides. I arrived to be told that it had just departed with a Herring Gull. I hung around a while in the hope of a return. While waiting I could not resist the Little Grebes on the lake.
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I was watching to the west for the indicators of a nice sunset...it kept getting better and better so i grabbed the camera and went to the beach instead of the sound. I was in the mood for a more pastel take on the vivid that was happening to the west.
In the background here, is Nags Head Pier...and a lone fisherman. The ocean was such a pretty pale greenish turquoise, and the amount of light still hitting there allowed the waves to show the colors and the upswept sand as they rolled onto the beach! The breeze was pleasant and the colors from the sunset, serene and everything i dashed there to capture!
This kind of walk on the beach makes for such a pleasant and relaxing evening...even tho there were people there...made me remember it will be not too much longer when i will have the beach to myself again! YAY!
Happy Monday evening...Enjoy your Tuesday, and the fact that the week marches onward to Friday! :)
As I have said I'm not much of a sunset shooter. I tend to be occupied at sunset. That said this is the last of the images from the evening I was shooting at Tomorrowland Terrace and the band Instant Replay. I kept looking over my shoulder and I could see this sunset developing. When the band finished the set I dashed up the ramp to the Inovations Building to capture the sunset. I moved around a bit going for different angles and crops.
“Home is behind, the world ahead,
and there are many paths to tread
through shadows to the edge of night,
until the stars are all alight.”
~J.R.R. Tolkien
Thunder and lightning was getting close but I dashed out for a few captures of this scene.
Its been dull and miserable most of the day in Yorkshire but late evening the sun broke through. I dashed up to the top of the moors and just caught this
I broke away from the portraits again to come back and play more with Jinx.
She was the last of the Raven's to come together and her look never really felt 'produced' to me before; she was just sort of slap dashed together.
Even though it's just an addition of a Shu mesh outfit with some of her original accoutrements on top she's feeling like a total bad ass to me now.
Oh, and Rainha is holding her own in the background taking out the dastardly droids as well.
One stormy evening, in a cozy neighborhood, a curious cat named Whiskers found himself caught in a downpour. Whiskers was an adventurous feline who loved exploring the outdoors, but he had not anticipated the sudden rainstorm that had rolled in.
At first, Whiskers tried to find shelter under a tree, but the rain was coming down in torrents, drenching his fur and making him shiver with cold. He quickly realized that he needed to find a dry place to wait out the storm.
Whiskers spotted an open garage with its door slightly ajar and dashed inside, seeking refuge from the rain. But to his dismay, he discovered that the garage was cluttered with old tools and boxes, and there was no cozy spot to curl up and stay dry.
Frustration and annoyance gnawed at Whiskers as he sat in the corner of the garage, his fur soaked and his tail twitching in agitation. He was wet, cold, and very unhappy about the turn of events. He couldn't understand why the rain had to ruin his outdoor adventures.
As the rain continued to pour outside, Whiskers' mood grew darker. He paced back and forth, his wet fur sticking to his skin, and his ears flat against his head in annoyance. He let out frustrated meows, venting his anger at the weather that had ruined his plans.
Whiskers couldn't bear it any longer. He was a proud cat, and he refused to let the rain dampen his spirits. With a determined look in his eyes, he made a bold decision. He would brave the rain and make a run for it, heading back to his warm and cozy home.
Taking a deep breath, Whiskers mustered all his feline agility and dashed out of the garage, leaping over puddles and dodging raindrops. He ran as fast as his wet paws could carry him, his tail fluffed up in annoyance, and his eyes narrowed against the rain.
Finally, he reached his front door and scratched at it frantically until his owner opened it. Whiskers darted inside, shaking off the rainwater from his fur and curling up in his favorite spot by the fireplace. He was relieved to be home, safe and dry.
As he lay there, warming up by the fire, Whiskers reflected on his adventure in the rain. He realized that sometimes things don't go as planned, and it's okay to feel frustrated or angry about it. But in the end, he was grateful to have a warm home to return to and a loving owner to take care of him.
From that day on, whenever it rained, Whiskers would curl up in his cozy spot indoors, watching the raindrops from the window with a contented purr. He had learned to appreciate the comforts of home and the warmth of a dry shelter, even on the wettest and angriest of days.
Storm Erik was battering parts of Britain with westerly winds, and I thought that coinciding with almost 9 metres of tidal range, I could expect some good splashes up the side of the lighthouse. But my hopes were dashed as the wind strength fell and fell in the hours before High Tide, and I ended up pretty disappointed by what I eventually saw. Having said that, Perch Rock always looks pretty and must be one of the most photographed lighthouses on flickr. But I really should have stayed up on the promenade to see any drama.
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Summer Blues, Copse of Trees, Yorkshire Dales
I have been after a shot of this gorgeous copse of trees in the Yorkshire Dales during the blue skies of summer for as long as I can remember and on Tuesday, the weather forecast was perfect so I threw the camera bag and tripod into the boot of my car and I dashed off up to Yorkshire.
On arriving, I saw these wonderful white clouds drifting over the field, and before long, the camera was ready to capture the scene. I fired off a dozen shots before settling on this one to edit once home. The inclusion of the clouds is essential to the overall interest and balance in my mind.
What do you think?
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I am fortunate during the winter months to visit Circle B Bar Reserve 3 or 4 times weekly. It seems to me that I have witnessed substantially more gators crossing trails than in years past . . . though I realize I may have just been more often in the right place at the right time. More photographers metadata follows, if you care for the story:
The trail in this area goes along the shore of Lake Hancock for about 1/4 mile. I had been following a juvenile raccoon for several hundred yards along the water's edge trying to get a clear shot him. As I glanced ahead on the trail, my eyes were caught by the head of this gator about ten feet out from shore. The raccoon was in & out of the brush along the shore and proceeding towards the gator. I watch as the gator began to glide slowly toward shore and climb up to rest it snout on the trunk of a fallen palm tree. The raccoon came out the brush and started to climb over the palm tree trunk when it saw the raccoon . . . now, I can't be sure of the expression on the raccoon's face because his back was to me . . . but, I'm sure his eyes grew as large as saucers because he did a back-flip and dashed off. The gator then crawled over the tree trunk, laid on the trail for several seconds, and then strolled on across the trail. Average day at Circle B Bar Reserve.
The moment the rain stopped falling, I dashed outside to see the beauty of raindrops. Here's to enjoying the small things in life.
Could move quite close to this peacock which was busy pecking some grains before it noticed me and dashed for cover .
Yet another morning where I decided to foam instead of sleep for work, but I think it was for a good reason. One of the best looking warbonnet B40-8Ws, 558, has been reactivated and running on trains out of northtown for a couple months now. I've been really itching to catch it, unfortunately it was conflicting with my work schedule many times it ran, so my hopes were dashed for a bit. However, the stars finally aligned this morning. Several parties were saying 558 was leading GFDNTW, and checking Perham at 2 AM showed it was, with some other odd units in the consist. I decided around 5 to bite the bullet and head to Elk River, not sure if I would even get the train in sun or not. I debated going to downtown to catch it, but I wasn't sure how the shadows would be there, and since it was on the wrong main it wouldn't be the angle I had in mind, so I settled for the crossing east of town. A few minutes after arriving, I heard a horn honk in Elk River, and not long after the headlight appeared. Here, GFDNTW flies east out of Elk River, with a hell of a consist to boot. Nice when things finally go your way for once, eh?
I've taken this Church before, but dashed over last Saturday afternoon as the light looked really good.
Yesterday morning I was waiting for a whitethroat to show, when this juvenile hare appeared on the track in front of me. It washed itself, did a forward roll and then ran towards me, seemingly oblivious of my presence. When it realised I was there, it dashed off, but then returned two more times before it regarded me as too much of a potential threat, at which point it disappeared into a wheat field.
I love hares and especially leverets, so will post a couple more portraits of this deiightful little creature.
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While exploring the many slot canyons of Cathedral Gorge state park, I came across what looked like a massive bird nest on top of one of the rock structures. I didn’t have a telephoto lens with me then, but I was curious to see what bird might have constructed such a massive nest. I waited a bit to look for any movement in the nest before realizing it was close to winter and, at best, this was an abandoned nest from the breeding season. While my birding hopes were dashed, watching the same subject for a while made me realize one interesting aspect about the area: no scales of reference for size anywhere. I love it when I came across scenes like that in nature, which changed the focus of my hike that evening. I kept an eye out for similar scenes and found quite a few that evening. It was great to have a fun little project to distract from the fatigue of the hike.
The Spearfish dashed in and out of the waves, charging and chasing the shoal of smaller fish, this way and that as they sparkled in the filtered sunlight. Well, that's what I saw in the seaweed and sand in Fascadale beach. If you see another scenario, let me know!
After getting my hopes dashed by a poorly parked police officer who I didn't want to deal with the week before, 4 hours of waiting and no train the day before, I had just about had enough of the BS and I began to wait. I waited for a while, then I waited a little more, and then I kept waiting. I said I would leave at 11:30 pm, then I decided what's another 30 minutes. Finally, at 11:55 pm, I saw a headlight, heard a horn, and my spite paid off as the GLC OSTN crosses over the Shiawassee River just outside of Vernon, MI. as they head back to Owosso with 100 cars and a GP35 leading. Sometimes, you just have to hate it just enough to want it.
About 10 minutes after I took the previous shot, I flew back down the Roosevelt Island Bridge, found parking, and dashed up to the Lincoln Memorial where I spent another half hour or so shooting. I wasn't planning on shooting from inside the memorial as I thought there just wasn't enough light to shoot without the tripod (I was told by a very polite park officer that tripods were not allowed inside) but I ventured in anyway and was preparing to shoot Lincoln (that doesn't sound quite right) staring down at me when I noticed another photographer shooting back towards the entrance. I turned around and immediately knew that I wanted a shot looking back towards the Washington Memorial. This was obviously handheld, so I had to crank up the ISO. (F16, ISO 1000, 5 frame bracket +2/-2 with the Nikkor 14-24, 2.8.)
I took more than a few shots from the mall area before the nice morning light disappeared.
A big thank you to all of you for all your love, friendship, encouragement and support x
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
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TIME OF NO REPLY – NICK DRAKE
THIS IS THE SUMMER OF MY TRANSITION
The devil that was within me
that found me, then drowned me
could not withstand
the beauty of my love for him
the softness of my gentle hand
could not witness the words that I wrote
could not cope with love that gave him hope
he inhabited my soul and it choked him from within
now he scurries through the darkness
avoiding any last vestige of light; avoiding my eyes
he hides and he lies to rid himself of the truth
that he found within that last dance
he burned me, he scorned me, but then he adored me
he haunted my dreams and begged my return
but I found myself healing as I walked along the shore
the pace of my mind slowed; the peace of my mind showed
that at last I could let go and be myself once more
I walked in his shadow, until I found the light
before I lived like a shadow with no strength to fight
A poor tortured soul; I know how that feels
when love can't release him; thaw his soul cold as steel
Sometimes our love falls on stony ground
like the softness of rose petals and the hope that we once found
dashed against the rocks of life's lessons
deafened by the torment that resounds within our caissons
and lifts us up above the maelstrom of the storms
that threaten to define us and defile us; confine us
This is the summer of my transition
as I find my way back to the right path that heals me
I leave him far behind me; the nightmare recedes
now I sleep like an angel on clouds of soft dreams
and feel lucky that I am still here
amid the love of all my friends.
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Probably one the most colourful sunrises of 2022. I dashed out of the door and made my way to a nearby field to capture this. Rushed and just caught the end of the glow.
Suddenly something caught the pups attention and they sat upright. I pulled away from my viewfinder to see what it was. Right at the edge of the Willow thicket was another pup... hanging from it's mouth was a slightly mangled King snake! It was coming straight for the other pups and it saw past them and spotted me. Before I could get my eye back to my viewfinder and compose a shot, it dashed back into the brush. Talk about a missed opportunity!
Coulson Chinook Helitak 341
Part of Fire Rescue Victoria's aerial response fleet.
It was called to assist with a grass fire about 15 Km west of here this afternoon. I had heard it as it passed going out, garabbed the camera, changed lens and dashed out side whilst hurriedly adjusting settings. I managed two very ordinary images. Thankfully I was ready for its return trip. Just as I was about to upload to Flickr.
I wish you all the best, dear Elisabetta, on your Birthday!
I dedicate this photo to you because I know that you really like the headlights ... even if you can see this one from far away !
Cheers and a big hug!
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cape_Miseno
it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capo_Miseno
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Cape Miseno is the headland that marks the northwestern limit of the Gulf of Naples as well as the Bay of Pozzuoli in southern Italy. The cape is directly across from the island of Procida and is named for Misenus, a character in Virgil's Aeneid.
Mythologically, important sections of the Aeneid play out in the Gulf of Naples: Cape Miseno is the place where Aeneas' comrade, Misenus, master of the sea-horn, the conch-shell, made "the waves ring" with his music and challenged the sea-god Triton to musical battle. He was dashed into the sea and killed by "jealous Triton". Then:
“Pius Aeneas ingenti mole sepulcrum
imponit suaque arma uiro remumque tubamque
monte sub aerio, qui nunc Misenus ab illo
dicitur aeternumque tenet per saecula nomen“
"Pious Aeneas sets up a mighty tomb above Misenus
bearing his arms, a trumpet, and an oar;
it stands beneath a lofty promontory,
now known as Cape Misenus after him:
it keeps a name that lasts through all the ages"
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Capo Miseno è il promontorio che segna il limite nord-occidentale del Golfo di Napoli e la baia di Pozzuoli nell'Italia meridionale. Il promontorio si trova direttamente di fronte all'isola di Procida e prende il nome da Miseno, un personaggio dell'Eneide di Virgilio.
Dal punto di vista mitologico, importanti sezioni dell'Eneide si svolgono nel Golfo di Napoli: Capo Miseno è il luogo dove il compagno di Enea, Miseno, maestro del corno marino, la conchiglia, fece "suonare le onde" con la sua musica e sfidò il dio del mare Tritone alla battaglia musicale. Fu gettato in mare e ucciso dal "geloso Tritone". Quindi:
“Pius Aeneas ingenti mole sepulcrum
imponit suaque arma uiro remumque tubamque
monte sub aerio, qui nunc Misenus ab illo
dicitur aeternumque tenet per saecula nomen“
“Il pio Enea sovrappone un sepolcro di mole imponente
all’eroe, con i suoi arnesi, il remo e la tromba,
sotto un areo monte che ora è chiamato Miseno,
dal suo nome, e in perpetuo ne serba il suo nome nei secoli"
A day when the seas around Sydney were quite dramatic and rough. This picture was taken along the Bondi to Coogee walk, the waves were so strong that some parts of the walk were wet and I was actually hit by a wave :) a bigger one then started to form so I dashed up a stairway along the way, by the time it hit in just a nick of time :) exciting in a way ;)
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Yesterday I watched the forecast closely and dashed out in the truck when it seemed likely to be a storm. Hailstones, rained on twice and a wind so fierce my beany blew off. I had to hold the tripod down despite using the more robust/ heavier Canon camera today. A bit dark and little editing- this is the result. (f/9, 24 mm, 1/5th sec at ISO 100, manual exposure).
I remember spotting green things moving against a hot pink background. The closer I came to the flower, the more I realized that I had a possible close encounter with my camera. I dashed up the stairs and back down again, hoping that my bug friends would still be there. Yes! The fates were kind.
This bunny was orphaned when she was two months old. She continued eating at the place I leave food for wild rabbits but was terrified of me. When I stood by the window she ran into the woods.
One afternoon, I was stomping dirt off my boots and startled the bunny hiding behind a bush. She bolted away but to my surprise, was waiting for me as I approached the front porch. I stood a couple of feet away, looked in her eyes and talked gently for 15 minutes. The sweet little girl began following me around the property and I sometimes sat and watched over her while she ate.
A few months later, all the birds, squirrels and bunnies I care for disappeared. I thought it was hawks until one day I observed a neighbor’s dog eating a dove near the bird feeder. I’d previously chased it away when observed hunting my animals. I dashed out the door but the dog disappeared into the forest, bird in mouth.
This was the last straw and I informed my neighbor it wouldn’t be in his dog’s best interest to every show up on my land again.
Within 48 hours the baby bunny returned and ran up to me as I approached. I placed some food on the ground but after a few bites she hopped away…..and perched her front paws on a flat stone where I leave sunflower seeds for the squirrels. I realized what she wanted and told her “wait....I’m coming back.” By this time, she’d learned a few words.
I sprinkled sunflower seeds on the ground 12 inches in front of where I knelt. She returned to me and began eating. It was an amazing experience to photograph a wild animal from this proximity.
When I stopped my car to catch this amazing sunset, a flock of sheep (and one goat) saw me and dashed across the field towards me.
I'm guessing they thought I was their owner, bringing some extra winter feed. They were sadly mistaken, but accommodated me by providing some much needed foreground interest.
I felt a little sorry for them as I drove off. They had gotten quite excited at the prospect of a tasty treat. They had watched me expectantly as I took my picture and then, disappointedly, as I simply got back in my car and left.
It's important that we put our hope in the right things and in the right people to avoid being let down in the end:
Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ; who gave himself for us, that he might redeem us from all iniquity.
(Titus 2:13-14)