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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 !
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.
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??!!
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.
Yesterday the weather forecast indicated that there might be a fine end to the wet and windy day, so I dashed up to bag Hard Knott and search for the Eskdale Needle, pictured here. By the time I found it, the weather had taken a turn for the worse again.. and this is summer??!!
Eskdale Needle is a dramatic 50 foot rock formation overlooking the wild and remote Eskdale valley in the western Lake District, Cumbria.
Stitched from four SOOC jpegs, using Bimostitch Pro on an Android tablet.
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.
Down Pleasant view
On Saturday evening.
Tracey saw the colours through the window as we were watching telly. We dashed out to see the sunset.
Got the red postbox too.
In HDR from Snapseed.
I removed a telegraph pole and wires.
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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.
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After another grey day I noticed the chance of a sunset so the OH and I dashed in the car to one of my favourite sunset locations at the River Neath. This is a long exposure shot of the most wonderful colours in the sky. A bit surreal but hope you like it!
They say the best camera is the one you have with you. In this case it was my trusty phone again so all you pixel poppers out there, don't zoom in too closely (and yes I mean you G!)
Had just popped to Tesco which is situated right by the canal and as I came out I noticed a fabulous mist over the surrounding fields so I dumped the shopping in the car and dashed to the canal with my phone and hey presto!
Well, not quite, it actually took a rather involved amount of fartnarkling to get it to look half decent and I will admit to replacing the sky as the one on my phone was completely burnt out, but you get the general idea.
Capturing this image was no walk in the park! Cape Leeuwin, famously the most south-westerly mainland point of Australia, is where the Southern Ocean and Indian Ocean are said to meet. With no landmass to the south, the fierce southern winds batter this area relentlessly—this night was no exception, with gusts hitting around 70 km/h. Even the sturdiest rig would struggle, and the foreground caught a touch of motion blur from the chaos...especially the grass.
Adding to the challenge, the lighthouse is surrounded by fencing far from the structure, and it closes at 5 PM, leaving no chance to get closer after hours. It is lso left unattended, so, my plan to snag permission for a post-5 PM shoot was dashed.
I hunkered down behind some rocks for a bit of relief from the wind and lucked upon some wildflowers in the foreground. The lighthouse may look tiny from this distance and angle, but I promise—it’s there! 😉
The final image is a 4x6 vertical panorama, and while it wasn’t easy, the effort was worth it to capture this wild and beautiful spot.
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at least probably. Deadly poisonous it and its cousins are called the Destroying Angels and I can see why - it's gorgeous in almost all points of its fruiting. This one is about 5 inches high and my plan to photograph it through its fruiting cycle were dashed because something ate it right after I shot this. Bummer.
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Hi Everyone, there is in every woman's closet those few pieces of wardrobe that has those unique effects on us which cause us to feel a certain way, to see ourselves in a certain way. I for one have more than I should have lol, but a woman's tastes can never be denied. I had visited Second Life Uber event and discovered one of those pieces and bought it on the spot, a white fake fur coat. As soon as I returned home, I pulled out my favorite blue latex ensemble and purse and dashed over to //, for some photos. I felt like a high priced call girl in a gritty 90's New York, or a Mobster's girl friend. lol Please enjoy and thank you for allowing me to share with you! xoxo
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I have absolutely no idea how I ended up with this shot but I can't complain with another split-box tractor.
I had only set out expecting a moving shot through platform 1 as was usual, a shot which I'd already got before with 37025. RTT was throwing a bit of a wobbly and showing it still at Ulverston, and with no movement after the two units either way, I wasn't even hopeful that'd it'd turn up. However after about half an hour past it's booked time, we heard a few toots from the carriage sidings, but of course assuming it was a unit as we were expecting the 37s coming up northbound. Anyway, it rounded the corner into platform 2 and I absolutely sh*t myself when I saw it was the 37s as I thought they'd just go straight back southbound non-stop. I dashed to the front thinking 116 was going to lead off, but when the driver turned the lights off and got out it was a mad panic and dash down the other end to see if 37025 was going to lead off to Askam as planned. Thankfully, it stopped for just about long enough to rig the pod up and fire a few shots off before he got the green-light. God only knows how it got to the carriage sidings unbeknownst to even RTT data and RailCam maps.
I did wait for it coming back, but that was going up for nearly 11pm by that point and I'd been locked inside the station and as it didn't stop anyway on the return, I hopped the fence and came home, albeit a very happy chappy.
Anyway, here is 37025 about to lead off to Askam with the monthly 1Q82 Carlisle HW-Bpool North test train with 37116 on the rear. By this point it was running about 31 late, only getting later as the journey continued.
This shot was taken as the "Spirit of Tasmania I" came over the horizon. It was sailing for its home port of Devonport. I had been taking photographs at the lighthouse, but hopes of some nice sunset shots as the ship entered the Mersey River were soon dashed. We had been waiting to meet my sister-in-law who was returning from Melbourne, but as soon as they had mobile range she called to say the ferry was at least 90 minutes behind schedule. Now it would be interesting.
You see the Spirits of Tasmania cruise at 30 knots (around 60 km/h). In the fading light I knew it would be impossible to get a clear shot, especially with my Tamron 150-600 lens extended to the full 600mm. With a tripod mandatory in such light, getting the ship in frame was difficult. In the end I was happy to catch the colour and the lights as the ship steamed towards us in the twilight.
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I, along with six lovely clients, went aurora chasing at night during my Lofoten workshop. After a couple of no shows earlier in the workshop, a kp4 aurora was predicted so we ventured down to a popular local hotspot, Skagsanden Beach. It is a location that allowed us to park up in the free car park and sit in the minibus in comfort until the lights showed at which point we dashed out and onto the beach to capture the lights while the rocks on the beach reflected in the water.
Oh, how I wish I was back there right now. Still, I have a couple of places left for my November 2021 workshop, so I shall look forward to returning then.
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We can get thick lake fog for weeks. It is beautiful, but can also get a little old after awhile. The sun was trying to break through, so I dashed out with the camera. :-)
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.
And so too home. After A fun, and improvised evening in Northumberland I started my way back to the car. My focus had been towards the main Cheviot hills but I was now facing the other direction I couldn’t resist the sky so I got the camera back out of the bag, ramped up the iso and took this snap. After all the faffing around with tripod and filters etc, I’m quite pleased with this handheld photo, it’s a nothing vista snap but for me it’s the end of a good evening. It started with my main plans dashed as I was hoping to use a forestry road to get to the high crags I was aiming for. I knew Thrunton woods was still off limits due to the damage by Storm Arwen last year but I hoped a road on the outer edge of the wood would be quiet, no such luck. I’d really underestimated how bad this wood got hit by the storm and 9 months later it was still total devastation, the forestry workers were out in force on my hopefully quiet track to the top, so I turned around and thought again. This is when my adventures started and hopefully the photos I did spend a bit of time on are worthy of posting in the future, we’ll see.
Whinstone Lee Tor, Peak District, UK
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Last Monday morning I was hoping for mist over the reservoir. This point doesn't catch the rising sun until a little after sunrise, and I wasn't aiming to get there for sunrise.
But, as I walked up, the sky was looking fantastic. Mostly to the right and behind me for this shot. After quickly taking some shots of the pre-dawn sky, (this being one of them), I dashed further up the hill and did catch the rising sun. Oh, and as you can see, there was no mist.
More practice with a TAIR3-PhS (Photosniper) 300mm f4.5. A few years back, dashed centre lines prevailed on these S-bends, making for a very enjoyable fast drive through the curves. Too much traffic now unfortunately.
On a cloudy day i took a few shots of these then dashed back to my car for my R1 flash hoping they would stay but alas they did not. Though i am not sure if a little fillflash would have produced a better picture
This is what happens when you spook a Muntjac in a hedgerow. Shirley was walking ahead of me and unbeknown to her came across one of these diminutive Muntjac Deer hunkered down in the hedge. Result, it scarpered and shot across the field in front of me.
This one almost caught me by surprise as it dashed away from Shirl and across a farmers field near Hickling Broad.
On a spring-like day we were lulled into thinking that spring was ready to pounce. Unfortunately an Arctic Outflow wind has dashed our hopes. Maybe in another couple of weeks we can try again!!!
Another bit of fun for Sliders Sunday, entirely cooked using Affinity on the iPaddle. :)
This is a picture of flint pebbles on a path, there is a link to the original in the first comment. Naturally, it’s been mangled and, after in spite of all the fun, I still quite like the modern abstract art look at the end. It was mainly done with layer blending and a bit of Liquifying. As it didn’t really take long to do it feels a bit like cheating…
- I first duplicated the image layer and flipped it both ways, blending it back with Difference. This gives it symmetry (most noticeable around the edges in the final result.
- I then corrected the contrast and colour a bit and merged the result into a new layer.
- Next, I used the Liquify tool on the merged result, dragging things around while blending this (liquified merge) layer with the previous ones using Lighten blend mode. I've not really tried this before - 't were fun 't were :) I kept the liquify effect away from the edges and used a swirly motion for the distortion to give it a sense of something in a frame.
- After that I used the Lighting filter to add a bit of texture: two white spotlights top and bottom aiming them at the middle, with a few pixels of texture added (this adds a slight embossed edges effect to the shapes in the image).
- Finally a bit of adjusting tone and colour along with a light vignette.
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Thanks for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the twurdled image. May your slides be lurid and fun… :)
Non boilered 47322 is in town, well that's how I remember her now she goes by the name of Rail Express and is a Class 57 number 002, here she is arriving at Tauntons Fairwater Yard passing under the A3027 with a short rake of HOBC wagons. She was working the 6Z82 1057 West Ealing to Fairwater Yard.
I decided to cover this move as it seemed unusual and I thought the DRS compass livery would contrast nicely with the Network Rail Livery. Additionally the NMT was in town with the two Colas 67s which were due to arrive at my location 6 minutes apart, in reality the 67s arrived at pretty much the same time and my well planned photo shoot became a dashed scramble and I ended up with a dodgy picture of the 67s and this picture of 57002.
Jay is a bit of a wuzz. He has a new peanut log custom made so he can come in and out quickly to grab peanuts.
It's right in front of the pole he's on and he did eventually land and grab one peanut then dashed off.
He will learn he's safe.
My friend down the lane does fire a shot to scare them off so the reluctance is understandable.
All the other birds were less reluctant.
I got my 80D back from Canon (broken shutter mechanism) after four months (Covid shut the repair facility) and dashed down to the Ottawa River to catch the late day sun. Happily, a very young Eastern Phoebe was hunting insects low in the branches right beside the River, and after grabbing and wasting something it popped onto a perch in the sun. Because Phoebes are among the first of the migrants heading north in the spring, I have already had a lot of fun securing images of these cooperative birds. Like most juvenile Phoebes this bird was completely unimpressed by my presence, and continued to hunt and return to perches all around me. That is the open River serving as a kind of background.
Milford Sound, Fiordland National Park. New Zealand
After a big morning on the Hooker Valley Trail at Mt Cook Damien and I made the 6hr drive to Milford Sound only to discover that our hopes and dreams for a sunset that day and sunrise the next morning had been dashed. The Homer Tunnel was closed that afternoon due to a landslide.
Fortunately we had allocated a second day for Milford Sound to really make sure we had time to shoot it as best we could.
This place really has a mystical and almost magical feel to it. Anyone who has been fortunate enough to visit Milford Sound will agree that the drive in really feels like a journey through middle earth.
That afternoon we were blessed with clear skies - something incredibly rare in a location dubbed as one of the wettest in the world. I haven't yet had the chance to look at my clear sky shots as this one was taken the next morning under a typically grey Milford Sound sky.
Despite the dreary weather I actually like the feel of this photo - it seems to suit my memories of our time in what some call the 7th wonder of the world.
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Ana tossed her belongings hastily into her hat box and suitcase, shoving clothes and trinkets into place without much care. The morning rush left her little time for neatness. Her music blared from the record player, the beat sharp and loud, a deliberate wall of sound to keep Maddy from barging in with questions or complaints. The grey phantom toad, her peculiar companion, sat balanced on the spinning vinyl itself, blinking slowly as it turned with the record, watching her frenzy with eerie calm.
She huffed as she knelt to close her suitcase, bouncing on top of it until the latch finally snapped shut. The hat box wobbled in her hand, threatening to spill open with the last-minute things she had thrown inside—scarves, quills, even a half-finished sketch rolled haphazardly. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to smooth it down, though the effort was mostly wasted.
“Right, that’s it,” she muttered to herself, voice half drowned by the music.
Snatching her suitcase handle, she cut the record short with a sharp flick, sending the phantom toad leaping off the vinyl with a disgruntled croak. It clung stubbornly to the edge of her hat box as if it refused to be left behind. Ana rolled her eyes but allowed it, too pressed for time to argue with the creature.
The clock on the wall reminded her how little time she had left. Her heart gave a nervous leap. Gathering everything, she dashed out the door, the echo of her shoes on the floorboards matching the quick rhythm of her pulse.
The morning air hit her like a rush of cold water as she stepped outside, weaving through the busy street with her luggage bumping along behind her. Each step brought her closer to King’s Cross Station, closer to the hidden barrier between platforms nine and ten. She could already imagine the scarlet steam engine waiting beyond, the crowd of witches and wizards bustling, owls hooting in their cages, the mingled smell of smoke and sweets in the air.
Platform Nine and Three-Quarters awaited, and Ana was determined not to miss it.
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A portrait of the sunset scene at the Crow Stones in the Peak District.
A fabulous evening out with John Bleakley on the remote moorland above the Derwent Valley. I had wanted to visit this location for quite a while and agreed to meet up and make the journey after spending the earlier part of the day on my own in the Alport Valley a few miles West of here.
The weathered gritstone rocks here are just enthralling to wander around. Just wished we had been a bit luckier with the sunset, which was dashed at the end by the clouds on the horizon.
Chico's dreams of playing baseball for our local team were dashed when he realized that he would never be able to pick up the bat.
This area was once part of a beach community that was lost to shoreline erosion. By the 1970s many of the homes that were here were falling into the lake.
The erosion still continues as the currents here keep the sand heading south. If you take a look at the current Google maps, you can see that the dashed lines indicating one of the historic footpaths is actually now partly out in the lake.
Sand is periodically dredged from down south by Waukegan harbor and then brought back up north to replenish the shoreline here.
The lamb I had in shot took no notice of the sign and dashed away to mum for an urgent drink.
This quiet road runs from the village of Appleton le Moors to the hamlet Low Askew in the North Yorkshire Moors National Park. At this point the name changes from Hamley Lane to Self Gardens (which seems a strange name) before changing again to Howdale Lane and finally to Birkhead Lane all within 1 1/2 miles.
There are no buildings on the road only the entrance tracks to 2 farms situated well away from the road. One of which is Mill Farm and the track is to the right (off shot) at this point but through the gate you can see AppletonGrange Equestrian Centre and Hamley Hagg
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Our hope for a colorful sunset at Fisher Towers seemed to be dashed by clouds on the western horizon, but a very late appearance of blazingly warm light from the setting sun provided a very brief light show. The Cutler and Moenkopi layers that make up the Fisher Towers, including The Titan shown here, take on a brilliant magenta at last light, more so than most other rock types on the Colorado Plateau. We had positioned ourselves to watch the nearly full moon rise above The Titan, which we hoped would occur near sunset, but it was much darker when it finally made its appearance.
It rained all day yesterday, but during a break I dashed out in the yard to take some pictures of the rain-beaded rose bushes.
Happy Gorgeously Green Thursday!
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See?? It was 50 degrees when I was there at the Lake. It IS spring! 😊
I saw a big batch of mackerel sky coming across the Lake at sundown last night, so I dashed down to the Lake...a 4 minute drive. I'm glad I did.
It was raining, so dashed out to take this photo, and didn't make it as far as the beach.
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121 pictures in 2021/97 Taken on the longest / shortest day. Monday, June 21 at 1.32pm, is the winter solstice... the shortest day of the year and longest night of the year here in the Southern Hemisphere.
Agent Royal dashed through the grand, dimly lit station, his heart pounding as he gripped his silenced weapon.
The echoes of footsteps closed in around him, shadows flickering across the ornate walls.
He had one shot to end this—before he once again gets sucked into his never ending time travel vortex.
He took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and aimed. He had chased him through too many Quantam Leaps to fail now...
The world slowed down as he fired, a brilliant flash lighting up the station's timeless elegance. In that moment, agent Royal felt the weight of justice in his hands.
The bullet tore through the air, and for an instant, victory seemed within reach. This was his last stand.... or was it?.....
This view of east wall of Wind River Canyon was taken from the highway (US 20) south of Johnson Draw which enters the canyon opposite side of the road. The top of the canyon wall is the Permian Phosphoria Formation (Pp). The cliff beneath the Phosphoria is the Pennsylvanian Tensleep Sandstone (Pt). The slope former beneath the Tensleep cliff is the Pennsylvanian Amsden Formation (Pa). The cliff beneath the slope formed by the Amsden is the Mississippian Madison Limestone (Mm). A unconformity marks the contact between the Madison and the Amsden and is shown by the white dashed /dotted line. An unconformity is a boundary between two rock bodies that represents a gap in the rock record caused by a period of erosion or a pause in sediment accumulation, followed by the deposition of sediments anew. In Wind River Canyon, the top of the Madison Formation is an erosional surface that displays some relief. This is apparent if one traces the top of the Madison Cliff. (See the unannotated photo in comments)
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