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Four half decent days in the Lakes but no outings with the pinhole until last night. The sunset was cooking nicely so I dashed to the Langdales, parked on a verge and legged it down a steep forest slope to get to the lake. Sadly the sunset didn't really ignite, unlike the midges who were voracious and the attached is the best I could manage. Good refections, I'll be back! 2-stop nd grad (s)
Bohemian Waxwing taken in St.John's, NL
My morning began with heavy snow falling over Quidi Vidi lake ruining any plans I had in photographing waterfowl as the winds blew the large flakes right in my direction. The moment I would raise my lens it would get covered in snow. Looking like things would not let up I decided to pack it in and call the morning a bust.
As I pulled away from the lake to turn on the main road a flutter of hope dashed across the road in front of me.."Could it be I thought"..had my luck changed? As I peered over my shoulder to see a fiery red bush of Dogberries being mobbed by a flock of Bohemian Waxwings....
my heart began to race...I needed to get this vehicle turned around asap as I couldn't stop on this busy road. A left turn here, a right turn there and finally I was heading back to the scene of the crime...BANG..my heart sunk...as a large moving truck nailed one of Newfoundland's raw sightings..a pot hole..(huge sarcasm by the way)..there goes the flock...so I thought; as I turned back on the road towards the lake. To my surprise there they sat..only 6 feet off the ground and feeding on the remaining dogberries on an adjacent tree...I sprung from my vehicle (I dont even remember putting it in pack) and with cat like moves I made my way between two parked cars (I wish I could say I hiked miles into the woods to find them but hey you take what you can get) and stood there with the biggest smile on my face as I released the trigger of my camera capturing images of one of my all time favourite winter birds. It had been two years since I got one in front of my camera and even though it only lasted 3 minutes it was all I needed.
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took a quick trip outside on sunday to see the snow. it was warmish and beautiful!! and my hair was soaked to the bone by the time i got back to work. they all looked at me like i was nuts ;) had to get a hair tie and pull it back... and then nobody knew who i was :) but i enjoyed my 40 minute lunch break...
We dashed to Geelong Station (my home town Geelong) to watch two Vintage Steam Trains run parallel from Melbourne to Geelong.
A fidgety Cactus Wren (Campylorhynchus brunneicapillus) takes a split-second rest atop the spikes of a cholla cactus. Darting from one spiny cactus to the next while shouting all about it, this wren and his/her buddies made their presence well known to those of us on the hiking trail. While this bird paused for a quick jittery moment, I snapped about a dozen shots and then he dashed off into his needled playground. Found throughout the American SW and Mexico, and shown here among a Sonoran desert scene in Arizona, where the Cactus Wren also happens to be the state bird. 🌵
Phoenix Sonoran Desert Preserve, AZ.
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I have been getting withdrawal symptoms for lack of sunsets lately! I was hoping to get out today and get some sunset shots but the weather has had other ideas yet again and it is now cloudy again - but at least it is not raining! This set of shots was taken when I was in Cornwall back in early October. The first night we were there we dashed over to the cliff top overlooking Godrevy Lighthouse and managed to get a few shots of the sun setting. Well worth the effort - well I think it is anyway!!!
I have been getting withdrawal symptoms for lack of sunsets lately! I was hoping to get out today and get some sunset shots but the weather has had other ideas yet again and it is now cloudy again - but at least it is not raining! This set of shots was taken when I was in Cornwall back in early October. The first night we were there we dashed over to the cliff top overlooking Godrevy Lighthouse and managed to get a few shots of the sun setting. Well worth the effort - well I think it is anyway!!!
I had just settled in to photograph the aurora when three young people showed up on the beach and parked themselves not very far from me - not a problem until they turned on some music. Normally I would have found this disturbance of the peace very annoying - but soon the sounds of Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen came to my ears, and I found myself singing along, photographing the aurora, quite surreal!
This was quite a strong aurora, due to an interplanetary shock wave of solar particles that had just struck the earth - got a red alert from Glendale Skye Auroras for a strong geomagnetic storm, so I dashed out the door. Didn't see much for the first little while, then quite suddenly, a bright patch appeared on the horizon visible to the naked eye (this comes out as bright yellow on the camera which can capture the colours with a long exposure) so I knew the aurora was getting going. It was also possible to see the rays of the aurora at their brightest. Sadly, the young people on the shore would not have noticed anything at all except for a strange person waving a headtorch around and singing Bohemian Rhapsody.
The photo was taken standing over a tidal pool on the shore of Broadford Bay, Isle of Skye.
This image was recently selected for the feature 'Your Pictures of Scotland' on the BBC Scotland webpage.
Explored (Number 11) September 9, 2022.
The boy had just made his way up the stairs on his roller blades very skilfully, then dashed off from the top.
Happy Saturday for Stairs!
While spending time at the resort gym with the weather bucketing down outside, suddenly some light started breaking through so I dashed off and drove to Maui Jetty where this rainbow was perfectly positioned at the end of the jetty. And then I got wet as the rain came back lol.
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Can't believe how lucky I was today to get the chance to photograph these beautiful birds. I've been in search of them for weeks and weeks with no luck. A few wildlife photo friends have been tipping me off about their whereabouts and previous sightings, but every time I visited these locations they were nowhere to be seen or heard. After all this previous effort, as I was walking my dog this morning about 10 minutes away from my house, all of a sudden I heard a flock of Waxwings in a nearby fruit bush. Of course this one time I bumped into them by chance I didn't have my camera with me, so I dashed home, expecting them to be gone when I returned. Luckily when I got back they were still there, where I spent just under an hour photographing them eating berries and fruit in the lovely sunshine. I was able to get close and they didn't seem threatened by my presence at all. Also, I finally had a chance to use my new 600mm zoom lens camera to it's full potential....very pleased with these results.
It has been snowing (and sticking) the last few days in Olympia. Usually that's a good time for backyard bird photography, as the refracted light from the snow means that it's bright enough in the shade-covered yard for good photographs. Unfortunately, however, I've been buried in work lately, so there was little on that front until this morning when, during the sublime weekend ritual of coffee in bed, Mrs. Orca looked out the window and spotted this redtail in the maple behind our house. I rolled out of bed and dashed out the back in the snow to snap a few photos, at first barefoot, then (when my feet got too cold) in the ridiculous Muck boots and underwear uniform.
Red-tailed hawks, along with bald eagles, kestrels, and the more occasional harrier are common raptor fly-overs (not to mention owls, which we often hear but never see). But our yard is small and confined enough that unlike cooper's and sharp-shinned hawks, they do not seem to land in it, and since I don't count flyovers I've never been able to add them to the yardbird list. This redtail must have been lured in by a rat, which I presume it caught among my neighbor's sprawling patch of ivy, where I know them to live. Both of our yards are pretty much fully canopied, so it must have caught it while hunting from a perch in the big maple, as seen above. Fortunately for me (and unfortunately for the rat) this means I can add it to the yardbird list. This is the sixty-third photographed yardbird species, not counting flyovers, and the third new species of 2022, following the wholly unexpected appearance of the calliope hummingbird and Nashville warblers:
9. bushtits
12. brown creepers
13. common crows
14. stellar's jays
16. flickers
19. starlings
20. mourning doves
24. house finches
25. gold finches
26. purple finches
28. pine-siskins
31. fox-sparrows
33. song-sparrows
34. house sparrows
44. black-throated gray warblers
45. bewick's wrens
46. pacific wrens
47. cedar waxwings
49. cooper's hawks
51. lazuli buntings
52. hutton's vireos
53. warbling vireos
56. western tanagers
57. red crossbills
63. red-tailed hawk
Red-tailed hawk, backyard Olympia.
Last night I'd dashed out late on with the idea of spinning an orb in a particular derelict city centre building. Sadly when I got there it had been secured shut since my last visit. So I quickly headed for this derelict church in Clydebank instead. I snuck in, set up the camera, took a test shot and... no memory card! Doh. So I returned home empty handed. Tonight I ensured I had everything. It's been a while since I spun an orb but I still find them rather cool. The roosting pigeons were rather alarmed by my presence and flapped and fluttered out of various windows. The projected lights from passing vehicles on Glasgow Road travelled along the walls and the flight path for planes landing at Glasgow airport passed overhead.
With setting off to go to the Lakes first thing Monday morning I had no time to look at the snaps I took of the Auroa on Sunday night. As soon as I saw the red alert I dashed out with Carla, the traffic was terrible with the alert being at 6pm when everybody was travelling to bonfire night displays. So lacking imagination and needing connivence I headed to Souter. Being a popular spot for the aurora anywhere the lighthouse carpark was full, and the area was very busy. Bonfire night also added the problem of smoke pollution as well as having the light pollution of a blazing South Tyneside to contend with. Still at the edge of the cliffs we got a bit of space to see the aurora, STEVE, Skylab and Elon Musks skytrain off satellites. Carla is into all this space stuff and it was a great hours spectacle for her and I got to take a few snaps.
Reminder: beauty can be found in unexpected places... ❤️
Exhibit A 💁♀️📷: In a seemingly not-so-photogenic setting, a vivid crimson bird darted into the scene like a firecracker shooting to the sky, creating a bright beautiful display in a space that only moments earlier was bare and bland. 💥
I captured this image while out wildflower stalking this past spring, after complaining about the broken tree and noxious weeds in the background of what was otherwise a beautiful Firewheel field scene. Suddenly, a male Vermillion Flycatcher (Pyrocephalus rubinus) flashed across the landscape, then perched atop the aforementioned tree remains. I held my breath in disbelief — for many years I had fancied the opportunity to see this bird with my own eyes! And here he was, twenty yards in front of me, perched atop the splintery remains of an old dead tree. ♀️ In an excited panic, I pressed the shutter button anyway. He dashed and flittered, dove and bolted, back and forth from his newfound perch and the insect lunch-buffet over the field. A less-flamboyant brownish-gray female also joined in on the feeding frenzy for about ten minutes before they both raced away, disappearing up into the twisted branches of a Southern Live Oak tree. 🌳
And just like that, what I had previously judged harshly as a boring, worthless scene unexpectedly became the setting for quite an exhilarating spectacle! 💫
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Consonance and dissonance.
I the body would be sharing certain events cached in its data files.
I shall remove the text if anybody feels hurt, offended or humiliated by its contents.
Did you ever see a laddie go this way and that? :
The child gradually grew disconcerted with his experiences at the 'nursery'. He was annoyed and often shocked by the world that unwrapped and what that he deciphered in the fourth year of his life.
Other than Sister Atlee, there's a teacher and a nursemaid in the nursery. Sister Atlee makes an occasional visit, and though she appears aloof and austere, the child liked her because he recognized that she is loving and harmless. So is Maggie, the nursemaid, who is probably a teenage orphan living in the convent. She wears floral frocks and has bobbed hair. Maggie serves the kids with the milk and cookies brought from their homes and cleaned the rooms. The teachers in the school have to be unmarried, and if they marry, they have to leave their job. In that case, the teacher in the nursery is a young lady.
The children are assigned 'homework', and every morning they are supposed to place the homework book, one on top of the other, on the teacher's table. Most kids didn't know the purpose of the ritual. As a routine, they often place the book on the table, even if they have not done their 'homework'. The teacher goes through each book, and the kids have to go and get their book when she calls their name. She called "Anuj", and the kid gleefully approached her. He was startled that unexpectedly she threw the book at his face and yelled, "Why you didn't do your homework?". The book came flying with its pages spread and hit him right at his face. It didn't scare him, but he walked back with a heavy heart as the brown paper covering of the book got unwrapped, and he remembered how attentively his dad encased it late at night. While he sat appalled and downhearted, he could hear her calling the names of other kids in the class. He soon saw her throw the book at the face of another boy and saw the poor child pee right where he stood.
The kid was puzzled why he is continually getting instilled with sad and obnoxious negative notions. He wondered what's funny if "Jack fell down and broke his head, and if Jill came tumbling after", and what's joyful about Humpty Dumpty's great fall. He felt sad for Little Red Riding Hood's poor grandma, who the wolf ate. He wondered why he's taught that Golliwog doesn't bathe or brush his teeth and is ugly; and portrayed as black, with big eyes, thick lips and curly hair.
The kid didn't understand why Vikraman while playing in the sandbox, hit the back of his right hand with the pail when he approached him with a smile. It hurt him badly, and he withdrew, perplexed by the unexplained motivation for such behaviour.
The kid didn't understand why and how could Deepti, who accosted him crying for help, romp away tittering with the same child who hurt her while the teacher was terrorizing her saviour for helping her. Sobbing, she approached him as her best friend and neighbour Pravin threw out her umbrella through the window. He consoled her and assured her that he would get it for her and instantly dashed back with the umbrella, flashing a victorious smile. As he gladly handed it over to her, the fuming teacher who appeared from nowhere asked, "You two went out?". Pointing at him, Deepti replied, "No, I didn't. It's him", and joyously left, giggling along with Pravin, holding his hand. While fiercely reprimanded by the teacher for venturing out, he could see her blissfully playing in the sandbox with her best friend.
The kid didn't understand why the cutely chubby Daffene was cruelly jeered at by most kids when she accidentally lost her bowel control and defecated in the class. While he sat beside her to console her, bewildered, he watched the dramatically cheerful commotion with the kids running around helter-skelter, covering their noses, bawling "Chakka thoori"(Jackfruit defecated). Chakka is Jackfruit, and plump people often get taunted with that term. Though poor Daffene put up a brave face, he knew she would burst out crying any moment.
He realized that traits are just inherent, and it has nothing to do with upbringing. He didn't believe that the parents of those kids taught them to behave that way. He felt that his world of ladybirds, butterflies, bugs and beetles is a far better place. He never felt hurt by an ant bite or a bee sting, but though he's known at his home and the whole neighbourhood as 'the child who never cries', all the incidents left scars in his heart.
Anyway, with all the bitter experiences, he slowly developed a dislike for the place. Finally, he told his mom that he no longer wish to go to that place. She informed dad, and they both came to his bed at night. Lifting the mosquito net, they both sat on the bed, and mindful of a child's apprehensions and worries, they asked," Is there anything that troubles you in the class?". The kid couldn't provide an immediate explanation, so he just repeated that he doesn't like the place. Desperate to solve the issue, they dissected and particularized the question. "Is someone troubling or misbehaving with you? ". The answer, "Yes", led to the questions, "Who?, How?". The kid couldn't find any immediate answer, so he lied, " The teacher called me a pig". "WHAT?! How dare she?!". Dad sprung up, fuming. He assured him he'll take care of the issue and asked the child not to worry before they tucked the net inside the mattress and left. The child remained sleepless for a while as the teacher never called him any such names, and he lied to his parents. His innocent intention was the simple expectation that his parents would stop sending him to such a nasty place.
The following day he was taken to the nursery, and Sister Atlee was ready to teach a new song. The girls held either side of the bottom edge of their half skirts and swayed their hips left and right to sing:
"Did you ever see a lassie, a lassie, a lassie? ,
Did you ever see a lassie Go this way and that?
Go this way and that way, go this way and that way,
Did you ever see a lassie Go this way and that? "
The boys held either side of the bottom edge of their shorts and, swaying the same way sang,
"Did you ever see a laddie, a laddie, a laddie? ,
Did you ever see a laddie Go this way and that?
Go this way and that way, go this way and that way,
Did you ever see a laddie Go this way and that? "
Abruptly, the swaying laddie felt a lightning bolt through his heart when he saw his dad at the door with a group of nuns and the teacher. After talking to him, the teacher came running towards the kids with an alarmed face. He wished he could go this way or that way as the teacher took him to his dad. On the verge of tears, she asked, "Anuj, did I call you a pig?". The kid replied, " Er, ahem, well ...No". "My child won't lie. Maybe someone else", said his dad. "Then, who? Is it Maggie?" asked the teacher. The kid looked around, and he didn't find Maggie anywhere nearby. His head bent downwards, he nodded and thought the issue is solved, and the matter would be closed. Oh no! There comes Maggie! Another face on the verge of tears, the same question and a lengthy " Yo, um, uh, er, ahem, well..No" as the answer. Thankfully, his dad thought of leaving it there, and he left after advising the teacher to be more careful with kids.
Though the kid regretted having lied, he was glad that the teacher became more amicable and mature than the kids after that incident.
Along with 'education' and experiences, though all kids slowly get acclimatized and move along with the flow, some kids merely grow up, some kids learn and remain immature, some kids mature but never learn, and the story goes on.
Did You Ever See a Laddie? : Did You Ever See a Laddie?
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The clouds were looking rather interesting late on Tuesday afternoon... so I grabbed my camera and dashed down to Melkbos beach to see if I could find an interesting foreground to accompany them.
I got stuck in the traffic along the way... grrrrr... damn minibus taxis... they're always pushing in and causing mayhem... I only just made it to the beach before the sunset! Fortunately the tide was out and the rocks were all exposed... and there were loads of rockpools and other cool foregrounds to choose from! I kicked off my shoes, rolled up my jeans... and waded out towards the pools. That was when I noticed all these spongy-coral-type-things growing all over the rocks... they would make an interesting foreground... quick... the sun is setting... put down the tripod and shoot this now... click, click, click... phew... gotcha! :)
Unfortunately the amazing clouds had mostly drifted off by that stage... so the sunset wasn't as awesome as I thought it would be. But I still managed to catch the tail-end of the clouds... so hey... I was quite stoked... and I'd completely forgotten about my traffic frustrations from a few minutes back.
Nikon D300, Sigma 10-20mm at 14mm, aperture of f16, with a 1/40th second exposure.
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...Pauline's delight :D
Yeehaw! At last, my first ever sighting of the northern lights, and what a cracker! First, I must thank my good friend Rachael, whose husband Jon (www.flickr.com/photos/74575601@N02/) takes awesome images of the aurora, for sending me an `Aurora active---right now' alert last night!
When I dashed out, I was able to capture the aurora on my camera, but couldn't really see it with my eye, but I was still thrilled.
However, when I came back indoors to try to get a better vantage point from upstairs, things had hotted up, and I was treated to green light, green columns and purple columns snaking across the sky! Incredible :D
I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing to get photographs, so they aren't great. I took this one through my open bedroom window upstairs (aurora reflected in glass at the top), looking north towards Stewarton.
I was actually surprised at how spectacular it was to see, as from what I'd read, I'd assumed it would never be as good as photos. Although I didn't exactly know what I was doing to process this image, I think it accurately shows what I saw with my eye. Having said that, I don't think I've got any photos that really show how spectacular it was!
I've got a few other images to look through, so may upload more in the next day or so.
Things I've learned that I need to investigate for next time: I don't have a clue how to focus my camera when it's dark, and there's nothing to focus on; many of my exposures were too long when the lights were `snaking', most being about 8 seconds; this image was 4 seconds.
After fighting low shadows, bad light, and MOW sabotage, we a little uptight after chasing RISI northbound. Luckily, we found that an extra SARE was running back towards Salamanca. We dashed up to Mt Jewett to get the train by the only active B&O bracket left on the BPRR. Unfortunately, within the coming weeks these signals will be placed out of service in favor of a radio controlled switch.
You have to want it. Yesterday was my birthday, and my wife and I had a full day of hiking in Camden Hills and then walked across the Rockland Breakwater to the lighthouse there. We were both tired when we got home, but I had been begging her to let me go out and capture the full moon all day. So, instead having a nice dinner at home and relaxing, we got back in the car and drove to Portland to dine at our favorite restaurant, Boda. We met my best friend from high school there and had a wonderful dinner, which conveniently wrapped up around 8 o'clock, giving me just enough time to get to Back Cove to try and capture the moon coming up over Portland. When we got there, my hopes were dashed, the Portland Observatory didn't seem to have the normal bright spotlights shining on the exterior, so you could barely make it out among the skyline. I asked Kim to drive further down Baxter Boulevard to try and line it up behind the large church, but after standing and waiting there for a while, I got discouraged. I really wanted to get it coming up behind the observatory. I walked around a bit more, and then I saw it the blood red moon was starting to show right in the saddle of Portland between Munjoy Hill and Congress Square. I grabbed my gear and ran back to the north, hoping that I could capture some of the magic I was seeing. The observatory still wasn't lit, but the streetlights below seemed to be casting some glow on the building, at least enough to discern the iconic windows that go up the structure. The moon rose, and I followed it to the north, moving with it, and stopping every few feet to fire off a frame. A lot of them came out blurry, because I was moving so fast to keep up with the moon, I wasn't giving the camera and long lens enough time to settle down. But, in the end, I got a few frames that were just what I had in mind, the moon rising perfectly behind the Observatory, casting a dramatic silhouette.
On my way home, I saw a roadside scene I wanted to photograph. By the time I reached home, got my camera and drove back, the light had vanished. I was determined to get some sort of shot before the sun set completely, so I dashed over to a playground in the neighborhood, where I shot this park bench in haste.
My father used to say, "He who hesitates is lost," and I've learned that she who hesitates is also lost, at least with respect to the Golden Hour. These days, the Golden Hour is from 3pm to 4pm.
Trouble with internet connections dashed any hopes of getting this on last night, but it was taken yesterday, so in my eyes it still counts.
Oh, and I seem to be in the pic...again.
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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 skrze bránu
www.dolnikounice.cz/historie%2Dklastera%2Drosa%2Dcoeli/d-...
This little guy was sitting on a leaf trying to act inconspicuous. He dashed under the leaf just after I snapped this.
The pandemic has taken its toll on us all and in many ways. From the loss of friends and loved ones, to the loss of certain freedoms that we once took for granted. Whether we choose to act responsibly is an individual decision. As a physician, choosing to act responsibly in the face of disease has been a lifetime covenant. The pandemic has even affected those in remote areas and plans for visits to see these extraordinary events have been dashed. With hope, there will be another year to revel in nature's creations when its newest creation is laid to rest.
Yesterday, I walked out of the door at work and stood outside in the springlike temps and took a deep breath and enjoyed the sun on my back. It was almost 70 degrees. I knew that it was probably going to be the last warm day. When I went to bed last night, it was thundering and lightning ... and snowing.... hard. When I woke up this morning, we had 3 inches of snow on the ground. So, I got up, got dressed, dashed out of the house and headed to my "go to" place, Waterloo Village, because I wanted to be the first to make footprints in the first snow. Waterloo didn't have nearly as much snow as we did here on the mountain, but I was... the first (and while I was there.... the only.) And then I slid into my desk at work just on time... and announced that the Bogs boots that we sell, that make the claim that they are good to -40 degrees F .... are NOT! I proceeded to ask everyone that came in today what they do to keep their feet warm. So far, the best answer that I got.... was Alpaca socks. I'll be shopping for Alpaca socks (because I really can't afford the battery powered socks that we sell.... at $200!!) Yes, alpaca socks it is!
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!
Fritillaria pallidiflora, is an Asian species of bulbous flowering plant in the lily family Liliaceae, native to Xinjiang, Kyrgyzstan and Kazakhstan.[2][1] The common name frequently used is Siberian fritillary, a misnomer because the species does not grow in the wild in Siberia.
I dashed out this morning in the less than bright light to see what's popping in the yard for spring. Glad I did, as it is currently snowing AGAIN... 😒
Lana Del Rey - Ride
www.youtube.com/watch?v=78oSuSMmFsE
"I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour,
and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
I was a singer - not a very popular one,
I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events
saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.
But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why -
but there's no use in talking to people who have home.
They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north,
no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean...
And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying...
Because I was born to be the other woman.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me
to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me."
-Lana del Rey
Blog Post: sllorinovo.blogspot.com/2017/08/mesange-sweetheart.html
Taking a break from its lunch, I watched as a young moose calf, bursting with energy, joyfully dashed around and playfully attempted to head-butt its mother, who responded with gentle nudges. This heartwarming scene showcased the tender nature of these majestic creatures—a sight that inspires awe despite their size.
Now, as they meandered down the trail, I can only assume that, with the rain pouring, they've sought shelter. The return of the moose, especially with their adorable calves, brings a delightful surprise and a sense of anticipation. Observing their playful interactions fills me with gratitude for nature's beauty and the unique joy these gentle giants bring to our lives.
Byron
It was raining while the sun was shining so I dashed out hoping to catch a rainbow. Sadly there wasn't one but I did manage to catch this from my front doorstep. HMB!
This looks so much better in Safari than Firefox - I've not looked at the difference before.
Westjet's Boeing 787-9 Dreamliner C-GMKS caught through the local household heat-haze as she transits along the South Downs at FL095 as 'WJA3'
On her way from Toronto to London's Gatwick, as per previous traffic, I was hoping for a slightly closer look....but she cut the corner!
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.....another is opened.
That day Ganapathy, my son, was busy preparing for his exams. Suddenly there was a powercut and it was too dark to read inside.I expected him to relax. But he got up and dashed to the front room, opened the doors of the window facing the street and started reading using the window itself as his table. When we were groping in the dark to find some matches and candle, he was comfortable with his new place.
Certainly, when one door is closed another is opened.
In Explore #265 dt 25 03 08
"Fall on your face… but make it FASHUN!"
So I was putting together my outfit for the #MRSL2020 'General Meeting' and I guess I was feelin' my oats a little ~too~ much that I lost track of time… Looked at my watch and 😱YIKES😭 30 minutes till it starts! So I dashed to the bus stop, with a nice hot coffee in hand and my favorite bag in the other, and 💣BOOM‼️ …Before ya know it I was on the ground with nothin but what's left of my pride & dignity LOL… But thanks to the SL Gods & the US public transport system, I got there just in time! (and looked pretty cute too if I may say so myself teehee)
P.s. I have a new-found appreciation for pose makers cause I spent a BAJILLION years trying to make these ones from scratch using AnyPose 😭 but it’s been super fun! Very excited to try and make more and learn along the way 🙏 shoutout to Grant Valeska for the help!
Wearing:
Aiden hair by Modulus: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Winter/187/184/2002
Moscow Outfit (Black) by Caligula: marketplace.secondlife.com/p/CA-AESTHETIC-MOSCOW-OUTFIT-B...
Ralph Pants by Adam Edelstein: marketplace.secondlife.com/p/AEC-Ralph-Open-Suit-for-Aest...
Verdetti Boots by Caligula: marketplace.secondlife.com/p/CA-AESTHETIC-VERDETTI-LEATHE...
Umbrella Bag by David Heather: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/David%20Heather/99/150/23
Aviator Glasses by Tilen Sauber: marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Aviator-Sunglasses-Gold-Edit...
[Coffee and other effects added in Photoshop]
Trwyn Du Lighthouse | Anglesey
Situated between Dinmor Point near Penmon and Ynys Seriol, or Puffin Island, south east Anglesey
I used to see this lighthouse in magazines and on the web. I thought I must have my own shot of it. It was raining on the way here and was still drizzling on arrival. A window of opportunity appeared to shoot and I dashed out of the car. A BIG Cheers to the geezer upstairs for the light and the 10 minutes to capture this image.
#Anglesey #Penmon #Lighthouse #TrwynDuLighthouse #Wales
This week was running away and I hadn't taken a single photo so I dashed into the garden with my globe, perched it on the fence and caught silhouettes against the setting sun.
it has been frigid and the snow that fell was of the fluffy and feathery type...pretty but not conducive to a dolly photo shot! Needless to say, Tess and I dashed inside after two minutes and I think she's beat me in the door..hehe!!
I really must get the poor thing some mittens!! Happy Saturday everyone!!
Flower in the garden of the Samten Choling Buddhist Monastery, in Ghoom.
I had mistakenly changed export settings from lightroom for a week around this time, resulting in metadata being wiped from exports. From memory this was shot with my Sony 90mm macro lens, but I would need to go back and find the original RAW image to know all the settings.
After a pre-dawn visit to Batasia Loop to see the sunrise light hit MtKanchenzonga, I spent the rest of the morning walking the road up to Ghoom before walking back to Darjeeling. I had already visited another monastery before the day's crowds reached the area, but as I arrived at this monastery, there was quite a few car/bus loads of tourists making a stop as they did the morning loop of all the local tourist sites. That dashed any chance of some quiet reflection and meant all the dreaded requests to be in selfies would begin. To try and avoid that I made myself try to look busy taking shots of flowers away from the main crowds (a common go-to tactic when I am not in the mood to be on the selfie production line). Sometimes I don't even bother taking pics, but I soon realised the lighting in this corner of the garden was actually quite good at this time of the morning. I ended spending a good amount of time closely observing the various blooms and getting different shots. Once the crowds thinned I could go and sit in the monastery courtyard with a cup of chai and truly enjoy the morning.
2020-09-06, Day 2
Bright granite domes stand sentinel above Double Lake and are wrapped in a warm robe of morning light, Fitzpatrick Wilderness, Wind River Range, Wyoming.
My friend and I had been planning an off-trail backcountry adventure in the north Wind River mountains for months. We went night-hiking once a week for 5-6 miles on an evening in the mountains just outside of town, carrying 20-25 lb loads in order to build stamina and leg strength. I threw in a few high-elevation 7-8 milers along the Front Range with the family on a semi-weekly basis for good measure, and my friend developed a before-work routine that involved schlepping 25 lbs up almost 1000 feet over 5 miles. The trip to The Winds was scheduled and mapped, food was purchased, parsed, and dried, family arrangements were made, and then a curious weather report appeared on the horizon.
We were due to depart on a Friday, and the weather forecast indicated that by Monday evening there would be a 50%-70% chance of snow showers at the elevation where we anticipated to be at that time, and there was a 60%-70% chance of snow and snow showers for most, if not all, of Tuesday. Moreover, from Monday night to Wednesday morning the temperature was forecast to be below freezing, with night-time lows projected to be just above 20 ˚F (-6.5 ˚C). For all practical purposes, a decent cold-front seemed to be on the way, and the question became what to do, if anything? A few of the arrangements that had been made for the trip involved inter-state travel for my friend's wife's sister. Besides, we surmised, the chance of snow in the weather forecast probably meant it would snow some but not that much. We speculated we might reasonably encounter 3-5 inches of accumulation over Monday night and Tuesday. This would leave the off-trail, steep talus slopes on our planned route somewhat navigable until melt began on Wednesday. There was no National Weather Service 'Winter Storm Warning', and we felt confident that we might be slowed down and maybe a little uncomfortable for a few days, but otherwise able to complete the planned route. We brought extra food, packed warm and water-proof wool, down, and Gore-Tex, and I brought gaiters. We identified three bail-out routes to the nearest trail just-in case, then we loaded up the camper van and rolled north, the weather bright and hot.
The first campsite was at the location you see here along the shores of Double Lake. The lake is approximately 9.5 miles south from the Torrey Creek trailhead along the well-trodden Glacier Trail that leads to Gannett Peak, the tallest point in Wyoming. The trail climbs 3,400 ft in 6.5 miles up and over an 11,000 ft pass before descending 1,000 ft to the lake. Being the first day, the packs were of course the heaviest with the base weight of gear and clothing, and then the full amount of food (total weight at the start was 40 lbs, more or less). I was grateful we did not have to carry much water due to it being plentiful along the trail. The next morning I got up to entertain myself with sunrise light, hoping for the air to be calm and to see a reflection of the glacier-sculpted granite in the water. The breeze dashed those hopes but the morning alpenglow was splendid. It certainly did not feel like snow was on the way.
Seen while out and about today.
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.
The Port Macquarie funnel-web spider is found along the northern coast of New South Wales in eastern Australia. Stepping into my garage, I came face to face with a male Funnel-Web Spider. Considered to be the most deadly species of spider in the world. You must seek medical help if bitten, a funnelweb spider bite can cause fatality in 15 minutes. The male will wander looking for a female, the female rarely leaves her nest. I released him in the bush next to the creek. Everything has a right to life. Unfortunately he dashed under a leaf before I could not get a full shot of him. They are incredibly fast.
while in White Rock on Monday evening
we were treated by a passing freight train
this couple were waiting for it and never moved
from the fence as it whooshed by
I grabbed the shot which does not register
the speed and noise of this monster
and then I dashed down the grassy slope :)
song - "Folsom Prison Blues" - Johnny Cash
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AeZRYhLDLeU
I learned a lot of info from this Wikipedia link -
A first image of 2019 ... I dashed up to Northumberland & just managed to catch the last bit of colour from the setting sun above Dunstanburgh castle ....
False Deathcap, but still not nice to eat, I don't believe in eating any that I find, this one was almost coming up as I looked at it, it started to pour down so I dashed back to the car then returned when it slowed down hoping it was still ok, and it was.
Sometimes your hopes and plans for a beautiful, colourful sunrise are dashed by Mother Nature. What was supposed to be a sunny day in September 2019, instead began with a low deck of clouds that almost completely covered the famous ten peak backdrop for Banff's Moraine Lake. While waiting in vain for the clouds to part, I was able to capture this quiet scene of mist and calm water reflections.
I arrived back home a few nights ago and the light was amazing. I ran in the house to grab my camera and dashed outside.
Too late, in a few minutes the sun had dipped down and the best of it was gone. Still, a bit of creative dof and a low POV and I managed to grab a few before it went altogether.
Have a great Easter weekend and HFF