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I'm not much of a sunset shooter. I am normally engaged with other activities at sunset and sunrise (sleep at sunrise). On this 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 Innovations Building to capture the sunset. In regret leaving the tripod in the car.
Now I have a better version of this but my internet provider is having problems and I can't upload right now.
That dot in the upper left corner is an airplane. Probably a flight to SNA.
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!
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HAIR - TRUTH / MEADOW / WITH HAT
NECKLACE - [POM] LILO NECKLACE
NAILS - DASHED- BARBIE COLLECTION 5- ALMOND NAILS [REBORN]
OUTFIT - LOOK AT ME. JESSIE : OUTFIT - GRANDPACK
CAR - [CHRIS TWO DESIGNS] DIVA MOBILE - FATPACK
POSE - B(U)Y ME: RYTHEM . POSESET. SF @COSMOPOLITAN
House - ZAKER : Nicki Doll House @LEVEL
Lagom - Floatie Mega Pack [ Avocado ]
Lagom - Floatie Mega Pack [ Pizza ]
Lagom - Floatie Mega Pack [ Citrus/Cookie ]
Lagom - Floatie Mega Pack [ Flower ]
Lagom - Floatie Mega Pack [ Banana ]
Lagom - Floatie Mega Pack [ Ruffle Float ]
Lagom - Floatie Mega Pack [ Board ]
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The convent was founded in 1181 by William of Pulín for the sisters of the Premonstrate Order. William of Pulín was forced to built this convent as a punishment for the depredation of monasteries and churches in Austria. In years 1330 - 1390 it was reconstructed into the gothic style and today you cen see well-preserved arches, key-stones and consoles there. The convent was burnt out during the Hussite wars and since the time we can speak about the decline of the convent. The efforts for the restoration of the convent in 17th century were dashed by fire in 1703. In 1808 the monument was sold to secular hands and in these days various cultural events take the playe there.
[CZ] Klášter Rosa Coeli - rajský dvůr
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Not knowing this was on the tanks when I dashed out for the 56, this was something of a bonus.. DCR 60029 on hire to DB Cargo brings 6M57 0712 Lindsey-Kingsbury oil tanks over the Trent at Sawley arches, 07/10/21, a bit odd really when DCR have 60015 on hire to them! Pole.
HLCX 8148 and CP 6251 lead 471 through the classic curve at Donehower West. We were gearing up for a nice chase up Stockton Hill. But those hopes were dashed after a grade crossing car accident was reported further up the hill. So instead, we chased H19 which had a "mediocre" consist of CP 4421, SOO 4438, CP 6256, and two GEs. We doubled back to investigate the car accident only to find no traces or signs of trouble.
Times were changing on the CP. Four years earlier, leasers were a common sight along the River Sub. However, by 2015 they were long gone. Ironically, this one was a long time CSX resident, never serving for CP directly.
Standard cabs leading CP road trains were becoming less frequent. In the not too distant future, CSX would dump the remaining leasers off their roster, with the 8148 going to RailUSA working on the Grenada Railway. And from there, you all know the rest of the Class 1 story...blah blah blah PSR blah blah blah PTC blah blah blah ETTS.
My original plan of Bamburgh dashed last minute due to a drop out, so headed local to Newbiggin instead of wasting the early alarm
I know what sort of Highland cow picture I had in my mind before I headed north. And I didn't get it. Although the black beast at Kilchurn castle came close. Ideally I wanted a large group of the ginger beasts cooling off in the shallow shore waters of Loch Etive. But....... But the weather didn't help. Overcast greyness most days. And whilst I knew where therewere plenty Highland cattle so often when I passed the location there wasn't one to be seen. I came close when one day I spotted about six cows with their teddy bear like calves close to where I could pull into a layby near the loch. I tried my stealthy approach and was surprised when they each took turns to charge past me and run towards the main herd in the field a few hundred yards away. And when one dashed by, with its calf galloping ahead of its mother it ran across a stream that flowed into the loch. And suddenly there was a huge splash as it disappeared into the water having misjudged the depth. It completely disappeared, submerged near me, and then re-emerged snorting and coughing as it tried to regain its breath, climbing back onto dry land.
So I was more cautious on a repeat visit when I noticed this cow near the waters edge. I have no idea if she remembered me, or if one of the other cows had told her what I did, but she looked at me as if she would suddenly come at me and steam roller me into the pebble beach. But she's got that sort of look about her hasn't she? I like a female that makes me feel slightly nervous.
Next time I saw the same look I had roughly fifty pairs of pointy horns looking down at me as the herd grazed on a hill top. Yes each mum had a young calf and they wouldn't tolerate an invader of their space. I kept my distance. One I can handle. But fifty racing down at me across a broad front....nope, not when there is no where to hide
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!
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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"
I stumbled across this scene which looks like a nice flower farm, but it was actually an abandoned farm, the barn you see in the back was in quite a state of disrepair. Since these are bulb flowers they needed no there to tend them, they just pop up in the Spring without a concern for human intervention or care. So there was this slightly scruffy looking flower blanket out in the middle of nowhere. It was quite a site. Right next to to where I was shooting was a pile of bones. Looked like a coyote or a dog. Its just funny how happy an image can look when in reality the scene was kind of sad, like dashed dreams and forgotten hope.
I have been trying to push myself to do different kinds of landscape photography. I want to start doing more zoom lens work. Here I allowed myself to use some background blur to focus the viewers attention on the subject, the front flower. I shot this in a focus stack too, but I preferred the way this one looked.
Let me know what you think.
I'm sure you will remember me telling you about a new TV series called "Hope Street" which was being shot here in Donaghadee during the spring. I said that I would let you know when it will be shown on the television. I'm happy to announce that it is being shown on BBC1 Wednesday 24th November at 7.00pm.
Donaghadee is a coastal town just down the road from where I live and I passed them filming every day while they were shooting this 8 part police drama. I took some pictures of Asha outside the building used as the police station which I'm so glad I did as all the signs have now been taken down, the 'Hope Steet' sign and the Police emblems on the building etc and the property is just a seafront house again. I'm sure this building will be a focal point in this drama. In the series the town will be called Port Divine and Hope Street is a fictional name. As far as I know series two will be going ahead and hopefully many more series after that.
I was all excited when I learnt that Hope street was being filmed in Donaghadee as I was secretly hoping that maybe Asha would get to be in it maybe in series 2. As I know the person who supplies dogs for film companies filming in Northern Ireland. A few years ago Asha filmed a pilot show for an American production company. I don't know why they had to come to Belfast to film this show but they did and Asha and I were there filming for a full day and late into the night. Asha did very well on her acting debut and when I heard that Hope Street was being filmed so close to us I couldn't get this idea out of my head that Asha could maybe get a part in it. So it is bitter sweet that the show is now being shown which I'm really looking forward to watching but at the same time my aspirations for Asha being in it have been dashed.
This show is an American/British collaboration being made for the British and American market (and hopefully other countries) so with it being shown here this Wednesday it is possible that Hope Street will be shown around the same time in America.
I really hope the series will be good I have a good feeling that it will be a great police drama...
My first ever butterfly shot! I don't see that many butterflies around here, and had long given up on chasing them around in the hopes of capturing one resting on a flower - it was usually far too breezy anyway. However, sitting on my lawn, I spied this little fellow sitting quietly on a daisy in the grass - I dashed inside for the camera and when I returned it was still there. Unfortunately the breeze was quite strong, so this image was captured with my husband using a piece of cardboard to block the wind. I even managed a partial focus stack! The butterfly remained in place for several minutes before (I presume) the wind blew it away.
This is a male orange tip butterfly, Anthocharis cardamines, apparently rare on the Isle of Skye. I had to shoot it at f5, underexposed at 1/800th second in order to give sharp images.
This was shot with a broken macro lens. The previous day, I stupidly forgot about a faulty tripod leg - this resulted in the camera crashing onto a hard floor - I thought the lens was OK, then soon discovered it would not focus to infinity but luckily was still fine for the macro range. It now has an obvious rattle and will need fixing at some point in the future.
Spotted from my upstairs window after which I dashed down the stairs as quick as I could and grabbed my camera and flew out the back door. Lucky not to miss!
2022 Weekly Alphabet Challenge: F is for Forest. or Fox, if you will.
btw I had other plans till these showed up! Nice!
(behind my fence line lies a woods of endness delight, as long as the bugs are still asleep)
This evening the sky went red and was stunning. I dashed up to Keighley Gate to capture it and shot this as a panorama
When I first saw this morning's sunrise I didn't think it was going to turn out so spectacular. But then I got a tip--off from my wife, grabbed my camera and dashed out on to the balcony. . .
After taking the photos I had set out to snap further along the beach I dashed up to take some final images of Herd Groyne trying to catch the last colour in the sky. That photo was called last gasp sky, gasp as in I was gasping after running 400 m. I took that photo and it is now for sale at shop@theword, so now with a little more time I tried some longer exposures as I had plenty of rocks to diffuse the sea to give that ethereal effect. Here is the one of those photos.
I'm just back from a week in Scotland. Every previous time I've been North of the border I tend to have a great deal of trouble sorting through endless images of timelessly beautiful scenes, spoilt for choice you could say. This time it is slim pickings indeed as the weather was truly abysmal for just about the entire week. This was a shot grabbed by chance on the one afternoon it stopped raining and the clouds lifted above 200m or so. I happened to be passing the chocolate box scene of Kilchurn Castle on the shores of Loch Awe so dashed down for a few images. This is a location which encapsulates the romantic vision of Scotland held by so many.
Some bird already obviously pecked a piece of this Swallowtail's wing...and then ...just as I was trying to get closer for a better angle, another bird landed in the lilacs and tried for a second bite. I yelled "bad birdie" ... and told him how naughty he was. I'm sure all the neighbours think I'm totally bonkers... anyway... it was either a sparrow or a chickadee; couldn't tell it was so quick. Off went the bird and the butterfly. Who would think the smaller birds would do that?..I didn't. Maybe that's why I hardly see any butterflies in my yard ...too many birds. This is the first swallowtail I've seen in probably a few years now...I was all excited and quickly grabbed my camera and dashed out... hoping for some time to get a few good photos...only to be thwarted by a bird!!
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As I mentioned, I was going to skip photographing the eclipse all together so unlike most people I did not prepare for it due to the fact I thought I just did not have the appropriate equipment to photograph it correctly. I dashed out about 15 minutes before it started and thought it would really be a bust with the cloudy conditions.
Then I thought, the clouds turned out to be ideal with my zoom limitation. I thought this looked like the Grim Reaper traveled through a dark tunnel and made a special visit during the eclipse. LOL
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Yesterday afternoon was my perfect weather. A strong wind and really heavy showers flying up the channel. The heavy rain and hail had sent all the dog walkers scurrying back to their cars while I sheltered high and dry in a small cave. As soon a she rain stopped I dashed out to witness this mighty cloud. High and Dry is by Radiohead.
Color at Wheeler Bottom: Yesterday morning I ventured down to the SWP in hopes of finding a unit sand train still waiting to go across the CSX at Broadford. Then follow the train up the former FM&P "Sheepskin" line to Smithfield, PA.
Unfortunately, by time I got to Broadford it was clearly evident that the train had already made it across the CSX and onto the FM&P. So versus trying to play find the needle in the haystack, I opted to drive straight to Smithfield and the sand terminal that is there to see if the train had made it there yet.
If it hadn't, time to backtrack and find it. If it did, good. Now I can get a plan together on dealing with the northbound run back from Smithfield. After arriving at Smithfield, the train had clearly already arrived and was split into 2 sections. The only problem? The power is nowhere to be found after looking at virtually every possible place in the yard.
So now begins the backtracking effort playing the same game I said I wasn't going to play with the loaded train...and here we are dealing with now an even smaller train size. The zinger though was the possibility of a BC Rail painted C44-9WL leading north.
I finally caught up with the train outside of Uniontown only to find that the SWP power was leading the correctly facing BC Rail unit...and dashed all hopes of seeing that lead today.
To not make a long story any longer, the train stopped outside Uniontown to pick up 80 empties to take back to the NS interchange. Here the train is crossing over the Youghiogheny River from the Wheeler Bottom PA side of the river to the South Connellsville, PA part of the river.
Fellow Flickr member E Roy Ward is pictured in the foreground doing his part to GTS.
Golden-crowned Kinglet at Bombay Hook NWR, Delaware. This bird kept me hopping as it dashed from branch to branch and tree to tree. So many times I couldn’t gather in focus before it disappeared from the viewfinder.
Conway Scenic's 1751 makes its way over the Willey Brook Trestle on its way back from Whitefield. While at Whitefield, a NHCR crew brought the 1751 past the diamond on the old Boston & Maine Berlin branch to pick up a former Boston & Maine boxcar and a former Maine Central bulkhead that the Conway Scenic bought from the state of New Hampshire for $2. The Maine Central bulkhead is the last of the original 20 that the Maine Central converted from 40' gondolas. The boxcar is supposed to be repainted in Boston & Maine paint and both cars will eventually be added to their mixed freight train for Railfan's weekend. While it would've been nice to get them crossing with sunlight, a brief rain shower and some rumbles of thunder dashed that. Considering how unlikely it is that they'll have another freight move like this I'll take what I can get.
Took this shot and a few others of the Poppy in my garden as soon as it opened just as well as it was dashed by the wind and rain within an hour. :-(
Mississippi Export GP38-2s 66 and 70 pull through the backwoods along the railroad's Evanston yard to spot their cut of hoppers into the yard's south end.
The crew would then shuffle cars around the north end of the yard for another hour or so before tying down. Although my hopes for a southbound chase out of Evanston were dashed, it was nice to get a few decent shots of this unique operation. 1/7/2023
I always wanted to see a Pika, and this was my first time. I was resting out of the wind behind some rocks on a cliff reading the Economist when all of a sudden this Pika emerged. The first time I tried to pick up my camera, it dashed back under cover. After that, I kept my camera in hand (and my magazine to keep reading). Eventually it got use to my presence enough to come out so I could grab a photograph. Caribou-Targhee National Forest, Wyoming, USA, July 2024
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It went AWOL all morning, nowhere to be seen, then suddenly appeared right in front of the Reedbed Hide in mid afternoon. 'Dashed' around there, hide chock full, got a seat, but shooting right into the sun as it refused to move across to the more equably lit right side of the hide. A frame filler - never had to work the point focus so much as it bobbed and weaved its way around the shoreline mud, feeding (I was stuck with the converter on - left the bag in the car in the afternoon - long story). Tweaked a bit on the computer to get some colour and saturation. Never seen one before so great to be there to see this UK rarity, irrespective.
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This post isn't about the photo, it's all about the story Cleo wants me to tell you. Be warned, dog owners may not like it. :)
Yesterday afternoon all the cats were in the garden, not only my three but also Filou and Sethi. All was peaceful until suddenly two of the neighbour's dogs appeared at the fence. He has four but these two are the biggest troublemakers, very aggressive and they hate the cats. The cats know very well that these dogs would try to kill them if they had a chance. They barked and snarled and jumped against the fence like crazy. I'm always worried that one day the fence will give in. Filou, Sethi and even Fynn dashed indoors and as far away from the beasts as possible. Unfortunately Tofu was right behind the fence when it happened and paralyzed with fear. He just sat there with huge eyes, probably expecting to be a dog's lunch any moment. Before I could rush to his rescue, Cleo took over. Usually she just stares at the dogs with disdain but that day she did something she hadn't done in years. Ears flipped back and tail puffed like a bottle brush she ran towards the dogs and battered them through the fence with her paws and claws. The dogs were quite shocked, one of them whined when he was hit on the nose and they both quickly decided that it was time for a hasty retreat. Cleo was extremely proud of herself. The only girl in the cat family, by far the oldest and roundest, the one with arthritis, stood up to two aggressive dogs all on her own, whereas the boys were no help at all. She IS a heroine. Today the dogs were in their garden too but didn't go anywhere near the fence. I wish they had learned the lesson for good but I doubt it. They are just dogs after all. :)
Grey Fantail (Rhipidura albiscapa)
I wandered out the front with the macro lens on the camera and spotted a Grey Fantail perched in our Cape Leeuwin Wattle Tree. A surprise, I have never had them in the garden before. I dashed inside and grabbed the birding lens, thankfully the pair, yes there were two, were still flitting around catching insects to eat so I was able to get a few images. They stayed for another 25 minutes before flying off.
5:30PM update - I just went into the backyard to get the washing off the line and the pair are happily flitting around the trees catching insects, some competition for the New Holland Honeyeaters!
A photo from last Saturday. I went out pre-sunrise with Sherlock to see if there was any fog over the waters and there was nothing so we headed home. Only for the fog to roll in soon afterwards lol. Dashed back to the sea to capture the last of the fog as it was being burnt up by the warm sun. Looking over to the island of Orust.
Susquehanna double stack train NTV-9 negotiates the S-curve near Tri-Cities Airport in the Town of Union on 20 June 1987, with three pure ex-BN SD45s and a repainted F45 for power. The arrival of the EMDs sent the Alco fleet to the branch lines and also dashed hopes of seeing ex-Conrail C-636 units on the stack trains. Fans would have to wait almost 30 more years to see Big Alcos on the Suzy-Q, but their day would come.
There was a heavy downpour and thunderstorm over Hebden Bridge on Saturday and I dashed to the bus stop to shelter. After around 20mins the rain started to ease up and so i walked to the canal, thats when the sun broke through and gave this beautiful light making the scene feel almost like an oil painting. This was taken on an Olympus m10 mk II and unedited and no filters or effects used
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Canvey Island, Essex UK
Longshaw Estate, Peak District, UK
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I've been meaning to shoot this view again. Last night I was heading home when unexpected light started to break.
I pulled in at the lay-by, got the camera back out and on the tripod, boots back on and dashed through the gate. This was the second frame I took. The tree is covering Win Hill. I did solve that in other shots, but the light wasn't as good and it meant I had to move away from the lovely rust coloured bracken.
Twisleton Scar on a deserted cold windy evening is still a sublime place to wander. This is one of the first scenes you encounter after making the climb up. I always have to stop here and take the scene in. The old Hawthorn Tree acts as a magnet and there are plenty of places just to sit on the Limestone rocks and contemplate matters after the climb up.
This was also the first place I went too after the first interminably long lockdown of the COVID pandemic and met fellow Flickr Pal Pete Rowbottam who was sat on this very spot, flying his drone in celebration of a new found photographic freedom.
Ingleborough sits in the background shrouded in winter snow. I wandered around for a couple of hours taking shots and waited optimistically for sunset. I had dashed down here after a day up on Coniston Old Man and the Coppermine Valley, before the weather closed in on the Lake District. My optimism actually paid off for once when against all odds I actually got a sunset later on this evening on the edge of Twisleton.
Hurkling Stones, Derwent Edge, Peak District, UK
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Sunrise at the Hurkling Stones this morning. I feel like I've chosen the wrong location for every sunrise recently. I'd started at Whinstone Lee Tor looking for a very different kind of image. It was clear I needed to change plan so dashed up a little higher to this point where I could see the rising sun.
Very difficult to work out a composition here. Lovely to be out though. Even if I did find a portable camping toilet on the way back. What the actual....
Following `Banadrama' (www.flickr.com/photos/pogspix/28949881111/), our garden has been literally buzzing with wasps, and they were taking every opportunity to get into the kitchen to buzz in the fruit bowl!
In an attempt to encourage them to stay outside, we've placed a bird feeder with raisins on a wall further away from the house, and have been `supplementing' that with drops of honey on the wall.
I'm not sure whether the plan has worked, or whether I've just attracted more wasps than we would have seen otherwise; we're seeing up to 30 feeding at once on the wall.
Yesterday morning, I noticed the wall being lit by the morning sun, with bokeh from the feeder behind it, so I dashed out with the honey, and placed a blob so I could catch the wasps in some pretty light.
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Backdrop: BBBB Studio
Paragon who Sits: CloettaSenap
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The Maids Of Marrakesh
~Michael Walker~
In the fetish of hashish enmeshed,
I watch the stash beneath each raven tress,
Enraptured with the maids of Marrakesh.
To think that one like them beheld the creche,
Seems to me unheard of in this mess -
I turn back from the threshold of the flesh.
I watch them wave each sash as if a lash,
As they take the cash, as they undress,
Enraptured with the maids of Marrakesh.
To think that one of them was at the Pasch,
When she dashed to His feet, her lips to press,
I turn back from the threshold of the flesh.
I watch them thrash, though we shall burn to ash,
For those who seem to be more shall be less,
Enraptured with the maids of Marrakesh.
I wish not that they kiss so much as bless,
And thus, to Jesus tenderly confess,
'Enraptured by the maids of Marrakesh,
I turn back from the threshold of the flesh.'
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A first for me. A female Scarce Chaser (immature). Libellila fulva. Pity I couldnt get a shot from above before it dashed away.
Harry woke up to the soft chirping of birds and golden rays spilling through his window. Excited, he grabbed his bucket and dashed outside into the dewy grass. The countryside was alive, and Harry’s mission was clear: collect treasures. He found shiny pebbles, vibrant wildflowers, and even a few colorful feathers. Each item was carefully placed in his bucket, a reminder of the morning’s adventures. As the sun rose higher, Harry sat on the porch, proud of his finds, dreaming of what his next adventure would bring.
Let the day begin !
As summer turns to fall, all thoughts shift to eating. Bears must bulk up enough to have enough fat to live off if while they sleep the winter away. This period is called hyperphagia. This bear is the embodiment of it. She hadn’t finished the fish she was eating when another darted past. Taking up the rest of her current meal in her mouth, she dashed off after another salmon and remarkably caught another without losing the one in her mouth. I think she’s going to be alright this winter.