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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)
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...
...and sometimes not.
I planned on working outside for the next week, at least.
now we are told that starting tonight it's going to majorly rain for the next week.
dashed plans.
which included sending my friend julia some dahlia divisions.
sigh...
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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"
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.
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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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.
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.
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.
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.
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. :-(
That´s what she told me when Phoibe dashed off after a squirrel...Her simple logic is so heartbreaking...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFF9pLfxhCI&feature=fvst
She´s got a point though, there was plenty of sunshine when Febe was with her...
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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.
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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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
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!
Not the most promising start to the day.
A look back to a two-day visit to the Ullapool area. Stac Pollaidh in the central distance was my first destination of the day, but any hopes of getting to the summit were dashed about 2/3 of the way up by two violent rain and hailstorms in quick succession. Unlike me to give up, but it was grim & didn't look like it was going to improve any time soon!
In fact it was about 4hrs later that the summit of Stac Pollaidh finally struggled back into view.
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.
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. :)
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.
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.
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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Football fever once again grips a nation, expectations run high, only to be dashed by cruel fate. And a penalty shootout. Probably…
Canvey Island, Essex UK
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
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.
A first for me. A female Scarce Chaser (immature). Libellila fulva. Pity I couldnt get a shot from above before it dashed away.
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....
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.
The waves were rolling in high, strong and fast. They were noisy and crashing off the pier at Cahore, Co. Wexford, sending up huge white spray foam. This was at the start of our cliff walk and in no time, the clouds broke up and we had a lovely sunny day. The sea remained restless.
A week ago I spent some time in Vancouver seeking out the many colors of Autumn. And, there are various areas where its magic has touched the landscape One such place is the Mountain View Cemetery. A walking path joins two sections and is lined with the most amazing trees. It is an incredible display of leaves that have turned orange and red.
However, as I also discovered, it attracts people like bees to honey. But, with the inclement weather, only the hearty, and those who just didn't care, remained. I parked close by, and when the periodic rain subsided, dashed to a designated spot. With a lone person at the other end, and my camera presets in place, one shot was all I got. A little patience, and a good deal of preparation, paid off in the end.
I saw those dreams dashed and divided like million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again- sparkling and broken.
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.
Weather wasn't promising, the high fells were under cloud so I thought I'd revisit Low Fell..As I started up that too disappeared under cloud, Once I was walking in the cloud I kept wondering, would I get a break.. I did, I got one break in the cloud, it lasted only three or four minutes but was when I was in a fortuitous position very near the lower summit. I dashed around getting what I could while I could :-)
This Loon dashed across the surface for quite some distance, grabbing water.
Taken during Delmarva Birding boat trip out of Lewes, Delaware.
This is the green heron that likes to sit with the wood ducks at the lake. He was sitting on the log, calmly doing some morning preening, when he suddenly jumped up and dashed along the log, looking extremely frenzied. I thought he might have seen a frog or fish that he wanted to catch, but when he reached the end of the log he calmly settled down for a nap. I have no idea what caused his sudden bizarre behavior. Wildwood Park, Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
We had some airline points that were going to be expiring and free hotel stays that were burning a hole in our pocket, so we dashed off to Victoria, British Columbia for a couple of days. No big plans, just to 'wallow' in a place that, in Canadian terms, is a little tropical.
Australian Brush Turkey
This magnificent male started scratching around 6 weeks ago at the back of our yard, under a stand of bananas. That's after eating a whole hand of green bananas the previous month. Between turkeys, bats and possums, we really don't stand a chance when it comes to any ripe bananas for our table.
Anyway... this turkey has now built a rather impressive nest by raking up all the leaves and our garden looks perfectly neat, he has saved me a lot of work and he is really welcome.
He's been at it most days, and all day long of late. Spring has arrived overnight - as it tends to do in our subtropics- and time is of the essence... He must impress the females by building a mound that they will judge good enough to lay into. They do no nest-building at all, they have life well worked out.
This morning a potential lady friend turned up to inspect the work. The nest builder got all excited and dashed from one end of the yard to the other, climbed up and down the nest mound, dug a few small holes in it to show off the quality of the building materials, all the while his bright yellow wattle was swinging in all directions. We were most impressed by this bout of vigour. The mound seems to be the right shape, a good height, in the best location...The female had a good look around, paid no attention whatsoever to him and then just walked away... leaving us feeling awfully sorry for him, and he - well devastated and rather tired-looking.
Not to be discouraged, he then spent the entire rest of the day raking up the leaves from under the nearby mango tree. The mound gained another foot in height. After such an exhausting day he finally retired to bed in our neighbour's rainforest...
And he completely missed what happened next... A female turned up on dusk and started to dig a hole in HIS mound! She was still fussing around when it got dark. We suspect a fresh clutch of eggs is now buried deep within the nest. There's no guarantee our turkey is the father but we sure are glad that his hard work is starting to pay off.
He will spend the rest of the breeding season making sure the mound temperature is kept constant for the eggs to hatch. Several females will no doubt lay in it. He will keep checking the temperature with his beak. If it is too high, he will ventilate the mound by removing some of the detritus. If it is not warm enough, he will scoop more leaves onto it.
We look forward to the chicks hatching. They will be fending for themselves from the very start as no parent will be there to look after them and show them the ropes..
Who ever said our turkeys are brainless??!!
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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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