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This newborn fawn was on the edge of the trail as I approached. The mother was out of view to the right but quickly bounded past to the left and hid in the brush. The baby didn't know quite what to do. It wobble around. At one point it started toward me but then realized something wasn't right and dashed off to the right as seen in the picture.
White River Marsh State Wildlife Area, Green Lake County, Wisconsin
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As I was mentioning to Mark, over on his blog ....I saw a big bumblebee on a blossom... dashed out with my camera...but.........he was already gone. Missed him. I haven't seen many bees this season .. hope more show up. With less traffic, less smog and less happening outside, you would think there would be more of them.
so....I just took some pics of the pretty ornamental crabapple blossoms instead.....
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OK, so I finally made the journey! My long wait did pay off over my legendary bad luck. I saw the food being delivered and they all land, but they were couple of hundred meters away. So, I dashed for it the most part, then hunched down and walked more, finally crawled the rest 20 meters or so. By that time, they were almost done with the unfortunate dove.
Peregrine Falcon trio.
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Snapped on iPhone 6 because I'm an idiot and dashed outside to the beach without thinking to bring my SLR. Doh! But a lovely sunset.
While I was out without the right lens, I saw this little Australasian Grebe was paying us a welcome return visit, so I dashed home and put the long, long lens set-up on the Canon and went back for a closer look. Happy it was still there with its mate!
Tiny teddy, Jodi, rushed in from a walk along the river today and dashed into the art studio in case he was missing art day! Didn't even take off his coat or hat! I had to explain to him AGAIN that art day is usually Thursday. :)
HTBT!
By a freezing saturday of december, as a thin snow layer was covering the Brandenburg countryside, I was trying to hide behind a dunghill in order to approach a large group of common cranes gathering on a field. Suddenly, I realized that there was a roe deer only twenty meters from me.
I expected it to run away as soon as it saw me, yet this did not happen at all. Instead, the roe deer peacefully looked in my direction, then after a couple of minutes restarted to graze. My mate could also shoot him without triggering a flight.
As we were observing this individual, a ring-necked pheasant suddently appeared, a couple of meters in front of the deer, its red face popping out of the groves at times . Finally, suddenly emerging from a grove, a sparrowhawk dashed towards a shrub just ten meters from me, made a sudden u-turn and came back to its take-off point.
After a few minutes, I decided to go out of my hide, triggering the flight of all this zoo. At that time, I realized that not only one but four roe deers where actually wandering around the dunghill, along with a couple of pheasants ..
Chateauneuf Du Faou.
It looks like Notre-Dame-des-Portes, Roger. It has a fascinating history. When the Huguenots murdered the Catholic inhabitants of the area a ciborium, the vessel that holds consecrated bread hosts, was dashed to the floor. The priest, in accordance with the beliefs of the time, immediately knelt and consumed the spilled hosts and was slain on the spot. As a result this church became a place of pilgrimage once it was safe to have pilgrimages after the King's conversion to Catholicism. With thanks to foggyray.......Ray.
On the Yukon River approaching Dawson City where many potential prospectors were met with treacherous waters and dashed hopes.
I am an admirer and frequent visitor to this area. However, on this day's visit my hopes for a sunlight view of the valley was dashed by rain and cloudyness. So, the next best thing was to attempt to capture some of the charm and mystic beauty of the valley from an out-of-the-way place. Lickskillet road was that place today. I tried to NOT over accentuate the grandeur of what I saw, rather I snapped a shot with my mind's eye and translated in processing what I saw and felt.
I have never seen such verdant green pastures and crops as I've seen in this valley. My interpretive self is in hyper-seeing mode! Truly an amazing place! If interested, learn more here:
discovered this Gem while looking for spots i could get some Neon shots of.
will post a lm when i get back!
I dashed out in my dressing gown this morning to take a few photos and pick some fruit before the rain started. I couldn't resist the Verbena again - better bokeh this time and my favourite colour!
E is just learning her colours - she knows them all but the only one she can say is 'poiple' so everything is purple (including mummy) LOL!
I was taking a picture of something or other when I heard my husband exclaim "Whoa". I turned and saw this baby Green Iguana! Judging from its size, I don't think it was much more than 2yrs old.
I took this shot, but when I moved to get another angle, it took off...soooo fast, it was almost comical! (Have you ever seen what lizard legs look like as they're scurrying away?) It dashed into the nearby shrubs, and I waited a few for it to come back out, but it didn't.
This poor thing was probably someone's pet until it got a little older and it became obvious that they're very difficult to maintain...and downright dangerous as well. My understanding is that their teeth and tail are razor sharp.
Iguana wish you a Happy Gorgeous Green Thursday ;-)
Bergen, Norway
One of the main reasons I wanted to visit Bergen was to photograph these houses – Bryggen, a harbour district of Bergen. They are not the easiest of buildings to capture especially from the roadside due to all the table and chairs and bus stops right in front of them, so in my opinion, the other side of the harbour probably produces the better overall image.
As usual, by the last day I’m in panic mode thinking I’ve not quite got the shot I had in my mind’s eye. As fortune would have it we got seated at a window table for breakfast and behold I could see the houses directly across from me – perpendicular and perfect for architectural shots! Since we were getting picked up for the return trip to the airport in 90mins time (which didn’t turn up causing another panic but that’s another story) breakfast was a rushed affair for me and I dashed back to the room for my gear.
The hotel staff were very accommodating and unlocked the doors so I could shoot outside from the waterside quay that runs along the length of the hotel (Clarion Hotel Admiral if anyone’s planned on going to Bergen – highly recommended).
A hundred images later and I think I’ve got my shots.
The squirrel apparently did not realize that the chipmunk was on the stump, and immediately retreated as the chipmunk dashed away.
A little over two months ago I began a series on here documenting B09, the (on paper) daily coil train that has recently been using a set of SD40-2s for power after years of widecab GE garbage. I stopped posting soon after and focused on exploring the SCIH, but that was only as far as uploading was concerned. I've managed to make time for B09 nearly every weekend since I began, whether that proves I'm persistent or have no life whatsoever outside of work is up for debate, but regardless: where we left off!
An early October rendition of B09 heads back east, backlit against some late afternoon sun. Per the usual I had shot this guy around the Harbor Belt portion of the trip then chased it eastward once they had a clear shot to leave. What I didn't expect was to be caught by a gigantic manifest on the CN en route, and I was almost certain my chances of beating this guy anywhere were thrown out the window.
But alas, coils are quite heavy and SD40s are not the most powerful motors in the world. I made it to the east side of Gary, parked my car, and ran up a rather steep embankment to see if I could see any sign of them having passed, but a green signal gave me the reassurance that I had somehow beat them. So I dashed across the tracks very irresponsibly and here we are.
B09 heads east thru Gary with 41 loaded coil sleds, snaking stealthily thru the city. The rusted rail in the immediate foreground is actually the Virginia St. underpass - yes there is actually a street under there. And for distant observers, the long-abandoned Gary Union Station is seen looming directly behind the train. Most importantly though, I am pleased to say that this pair sounded as good as the smoke would make it out to be!
Unusually for Ayrshire we've a bit of fog hanging around, it rolled in from the sea again about 3 so I grabbed the camera and dashed out to the highest local spot I could find where I was briefly above the fog. Glad I made the effort, it was a wonderful sight.
Sometimes, you are surprised by what you find on your memory card! I dashed out in my slippers into the garden to capture an unexpected sunset on Friday and in my dash I slipped on the stone patio. Anyway, I processed the sunset image (which I posted on Flickr), which was very nice with a wonderfully colourful sky. But in slipping I must have accidentally activated the shutter and this was what I found on the memory card after I uploaded the sunset images.
I didn't bother looking at it at the time, but tidying up things this morning, I thought this is actually quite interesting. So here is a bonus abstract image, for which I take absolutely no credit!
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Unfortunately, he only came out to eat and then dashed right back into a shrub so only got feeder shots of him. I still love his gorgeous coat of many colors though!
Green Cay Wetlands
Boynton Beach, FL
A shot from tonight's sunset at the fish quay . I seen the sky was looking canny so I dashed down the fish again. The rain clouds moved in just as the colour was starting . This shot was seconds before the rain after the rain that was it no colour .
Only my second ever sighting of one of these guys, this Bush Stone Curlew was at the same location near Bordertown, very close to the main Adelaide - Melbourne highway! It was one of two that had dashed for cover as I got out of the car, but a little patient wait with me standing perfectly still made one of them feel safe to come out in the open again.
I was originally set up for a going-away shot at St Bees for this so you can imagine my surprise and disappointment when it turned up double-headed! Anyway thankfully I managed to jump it to Workington as it had just shy of an hour and a half's booked stop so I dashed round to Derwent Jn here where the light just about held on long enough for it; the grids making a spirited departure getting under way from it's stop.
Seeing a patch of blue sky in the distance, I drove west to see if I could get this train in sun. At Lake Benton I was waiting to see if the sun would come out, and eventually it did. Excited, I could hear the train coming, I couldn't wait to get golden storm light with this train. Unfortunately, my hopes and dreams were dashed once the train appeared, the sun was completely gone a couple minutes, before once again behind the clouds. Easily one of the most frustrating moments I've had when railfanning. I guess on the bright side, an RCPE in daylight at Lake Benton is a blessing in itself, but to think what could have been...
After a steady rain shower, I dashed outside to capture the beauty of our lodgings when traveling in Kauai, Hawaii. The world in front of my eyes sparkled as if it were scattered with tiny diamonds.
The bird is actually flying out towards the Point. Very long distance shot and huge, huge crop, from the coast path below the YH.
I was staying at the YHA at Lizard Point, with the intention of trying to see and photograph Choughs if I could as well as a doing a bit of walking. At breakfast on the first morning after my arrival, I was sitting eating adjacent to the dining room window when a large number of Corvids appeared, swirling and performing aerobatics out high over the lawn and beyond the adjacent coast path. I realised some of the birds, perhaps 7-8, were in fact Choughs, having caught brief glimpses of long red beaks in the morning sunlight, amongst a mixed flock of Rooks and Jackdaws as well. I dashed out with my camera to see if I could get some shots. Unfortunately, the Choughs largely stayed at a distance like this one and I had little luck, though I got several other shots, nearer, but a bit close to the sun.
This was the only opportunity as the weather turned next day and photography was out of the question for the rest of my stay, though I did see a couple of Choughs feeding with a Rook on the grass by the toilets below the NT car park the next morning, got one shot before some idiot tourist scared them off!
Unfinished business.
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Flybe has now ceased trading and all flights from and to the UK operated by Flybe have been cancelled and will not be rescheduled.
28th January 2023
FlyBe had 7 active aircraft in its fleet operating to destinations in the UK, Geneva, and Amsterdam.
Another sad day in the airline industry, regional airline FlyBe.
Decent sunset this evening so dashed up to Wainmans tower to catch the sunset. Think its worked okay
I was sat in the Holiday Cottage last night, with the grey skies and forecast showing little prospect of a sunset. Then 45 minutes before the time of sunset a little light started to show in the gloom. I decided to nip back out and see what developed and went to the Elegug Stacks and Green Bridge of Wales, which were less than 10 minutes away across the Castlemartin Ranges.
It was pretty blustery and grey, meaning I had the place to myself, but as the clouds finally started to break up and let some colour and light in, it was clear that all the drama was actually behind me and the epic clifftop seascape was only going to stay grey!
So I looked around the vast clifftop expanse and the only feature worthy of interest was the little Flimston Chapel I had passed on the track on the way in here. So with the light disappearing and clouds building again quickly, I dashed back to the church just in time to capture this before the sun was eclipsed again by the fast moving clouds.
The light was spectacular for a few moments as the clouds parted and the colours were amazing. Hoping to get some more decent shots around here during the rest of my stay. This Medieval Chapel sits within the MoD Castlemartin Firing Ranges and can only be accessed during periods of non firing.
Had to kill some time waiting while the car was serviced, so I dashed to the Read Rock Garden to see what on offer for this snowy spring. MANY blossoms! Being so lovely so early in our climate means it does originate from the Eurasian steppes.
After waiting for it to leave Pontiac light and planning on lighting it up coming north, those were dashed because I left later than I should have, and did not have time to set up anywhere. However, in a stroke of luck, BNSF 725 still in the Warhammer scheme stayed in the lead after spinning the power. After about a 90 minute wait, I finally lit it up under more favorable circumstances.
There was chaos everywhere. The buildings were on fire, the citizens were screaming, the droids were blowing up and shooting everyone. I climbed a platform, looked around, took a deep breath and dashed towards the battlefield.
I've been so busy of late I haven't been out to do any landscape photography for what felt like an age, so when I had a spare few hours last night I dashed down to Rosebery Topping to check out the sunset and see how the heather was looking.
Well the heather was better than the sunset but I still got this shot that I like.
This is 2 shots taken in landscape mode and stitched together in PS.
Lee filters;
0.9 NDHG
Sunset 2
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Storm clouds brewing over Sudbury Hall. I dashed outside to catch this lovely display of clouds and light. For a few brief moments the hall was lit by the low afternoon sun and the incoming rainclouds just looked awesome. All over in 2 minutes.
Nov '02 Pennyrock Wood has some lovely paths, Here with long shadows just before the sun dropped behind Loughrigg Fell.
The next shot was an embarrassing moment. I had been waiting for some walkers to appear, but as there were non about and only a minute or so to losing the light, I decided to use myself. I set off the self timer, dashed into the shot, then slowed to look like a natural walker. On turning round there were a couple standing by the tripod looking at me most oddly! ;o) The shot was rubbish too!
Fuji Sensia film. Nikon F2.
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“one may spin, revolve, float, fly;
be dashed gainst rocks;
be washed ashore and be washed away again;
before journey’s end.” — R.D. Laing
“Our whole lives may reverberate with the experience “of being sucked in, drawn in, pulled in, dragged down; of being rescued, revived, succored, welcomed; of trying to get in, but being kept out; perishing through fatigue, exhaustion; frantic, helpless, impotent, etc.” Laing believes many of us suffer lasting effects from having our umbilical cords cut too soon, or even at all. “What ’s the harm in waiting?” he asks. He suggests our navels may be the very cores of our being, the source of ‘gut’ feelings. (Contemplating one’s navel, he implies, may thus be the most significant thing one can do.) Laing then asks an intriguing question: “If you were to die now and be reconceived tonight, which woman would you choose to spend the first nine month of your next lifetime inside of?”
Morris Wolfe
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Was only able to get one shot of this little Skipper as it dashed off immediately after I grabbed this shot. It would seem some Skippers are more cooperative than others.
My best guess for this little camera-shy butterfly is this is a Fiery Skipper.
Barely seen in the Children's Garden at Dauset Trails.
We had a quite a treat recently when a lovely flock of Cedar Waxwings decided to come munch on the neighborhood crabapple trees. I was out for a morning run and heard the very distinct high pitched trilling whistle that they make......Needless to say...my run was cut short as I dashed home to grab my camera .Here is the series I captured.
Eurasian Blackcap / sylvia atricapilla. Titchwell, Norfolk. 11/10/22.
'THE APPLE OF MY EYE.'
An image made during the nano second this female Blackcap showed right out in the open. My hopes were dashed when she dived into the shadows to feed out of sight, yet again!
Very much a record image from a grab shot.
I can only dream of what might have been achieved, had she just settled and started to feed on that apple. I seem to be going through an 'If only ...' stage with my photography right now. All rather depressing :-(
I had an epic day yesterday. I thought I'd go down to the beach and try some driftwood sculptures. I made it onto the beach with a big sea running and the tide quite a. way under the cliffs. After trying to make a chair for a long exposure wave washed shot it slowly dawned on me that something was wrong. My chair kept getting washed away by bigger and bigger waves. It dawned on me that the tide must be coming in , not going out as I thought from previous visits. I quickly checked the tide times and realised high was at 16.30. I quickly dashed off to try and make it round the cut ioff point by the waterfall. As I approached I realised it may be too late, but I tried wading round, only to be knocked over by a big wave. My camera and tripod were under water for quit a while. Realising escape was not possible I calmed down and thought I'd planned for this scenario many times. I made it to a. recent rockfall and climbed well above the water. It meant I'd have to sit on the fall for about four hours , and hope there wasn't any rockfalls. It looked fairly stable above. All went well, even though the time took so long to pass, and I finally escaped the beach in the pitch dark, slipping and sliding over wet rocks, The Camera , needless to say isn't working, but that was the least of my worries.
This is a. watercolour sketch I'd done in lockdown, and I nearly joined him. I think all the disturbed nights and endless lonely days had affected my judgement :))) Knocked Down is by War On Drugs .
We had a nice fog event last week, only I didn't realize it until after I slept in since we weren't going for a run. I dashed out, but the fog was burning off pretty quickly by the time I got to the forest preserve.
A gory one from my archives about 12 years ago. I was told a Stoat had caught a Rabbit & dashed off into the brambles. I knew it would come out to collect its meal, so waited out of view & out it came.
Between Lincoln and York, the local averaged 50mph. A construction zone on Highway 34 dashed our hopes of chasing further.
The story opens with a poor soldier returning home from war. He meets a witch, who asks him to climb into a hollow tree to retrieve a magic tinderbox. The witch gives the man permission to take anything he finds inside the chambers, but he must return the tinderbox. In the tree, he finds three chambers filled with precious coins guarded by three monstrous dogs, "one with eyes the size of teacups", who guards a vault filled with pennies, one with "eyes the size of water wheels", who guards a vault filled with silver, and one with eyes "the size of Round Tower", who guards a vault filled with gold. He fills his pockets with money, finds the tinderbox, and returns to the witch. When she demands the tinderbox without giving a reason, the soldier lops off her head with his sword.
In the following scene, the soldier enters a large city and buys himself splendid clothing and lives in a magnificent apartment. He makes many friends, He learns of a princess kept in a tower after a prophecy foretold her marriage to a common soldier; his interest is piqued and he wants to see her but realizes his whim cannot be satisfied. Eventually, the soldier's money is depleted and he is forced to live in a dark attic. He strikes the tinderbox to light the room, and one of the dogs appears before him. The soldier then discovers he can summon all three dogs and order them to bring him money from their subterranean dwelling. Again, he lives splendidly.
One night, he recalls the story of the princess in the locked tower, and desires to see her. He strikes the tinderbox and sends the dog with eyes the size of teacups to bring her to his apartment. The soldier is overwhelmed with her beauty, kisses her and orders the dog to return her to the tower. The following morning, the princess tells her parents she has had a strange dream and relates the night's adventure. The royal couple then watch her closely. When the princess is carried away again, they unsuccessfully use a trail of flour and chalk marks on neighborhood doors to find where she spends her nights. Eventually, her whereabouts are discovered and the soldier is clapped in prison and sentenced to death. The tinderbox got left behind, so he cannot summon its help.
On the day of execution, the soldier sends a boy for his tinderbox, and, at the scaffold, asks to have a last smoke. He then strikes the tinderbox and the three monstrous dogs appear. They toss the judge and the councillors, the King and Queen into the air. All are dashed to pieces when they fall to earth. The soldier and the princess are united, and the dogs join the wedding feast.
My friend was pretty excited to do so, until I convinced him he would be dashed against the rocks and swept down the brook over even more large and jagged rocks...
Joseph Howe Falls, Victoria Park, in Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada.