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What a difference an hour makes! Low cloud and fog shrouded Burrator Reservoir on arrival
The glorious vista that would have greeted rail passengers to Burrator Halt. Built in 1924, as the area around Burrator Reservoir had become an attraction to ramblers after the completion of the reservoir in 1898.
Burrator Halt was on the Princetown Railway which opened with trains operating from Horrabridge until the opening of Yelverton station in 1885.
The area is still a magnet for ramblers and tourists but sadly the railway closed in 1956, much of the trackbed is now a footpath/cycle track.
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Recorded as a sighting >The Iberian grey shrike is a member of the shrike family. The plumage is generally similar to great grey shrike apart from the differences noted below. It is closely related to the great grey shrike, Lanius excubitor, which it was previously considered conspecific; where they co-occur, they do not interbreed and are separated by choice of habitat.
The difference between men and boys?
The price of their toys :-)
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The Monster High facebook just uploaded a picture of Gill with Lagoona as a teaser to his Skull Shores appearance. I was slightly unsure as to how he stacked up to his webisode versions, so I made a collage. Yes, there are some noticable differences - His non fin head should be shaded instead of like Deuce, his fins are the wrong color, his eyebrows are slightly agressive - but overall he's pretty nice & I'm totally excited for him! Not to mention - WRIST ARTICULATION FOR THE BOYS! Awesome.
Ugh - how long until february? XD
The Variegated Fritillary is a North and South American butterfly in the family Nymphalidae. Even though the Variegated Fritillary has some very different characteristics from the Speyeria Fritillaries, it is still closely related to them. Some of the differences are: Variegated Fritillaries have 2 - 3 broods per year versus one per year in Speyeria; they are nomadic versus sedentary; and they use a wide range of host plants versus just violets.
Their flight is typically low and swift, but even when resting or nectaring, this species is extremely difficult to approach, and because of this, its genus name was taken from the Greek word euptoietos meaning "easily scared".
The Variegated Fritillary is a shapely butterfly that has somewhat scalloped edges and wavy black lines on the upper side of its orange wings. The undersides of its wings are tan and brown, making it resemble a dead leaf. There are no shiny spots like other fritillary butterflies. Wingspan typically measures 1.75 - 2.25 inches (4.5 - 5.5 cm).
Variegated Fritillaries range from the higher elevations of Argentina through Central America and Mexico to the southern United States; also Cuba and Jamaica. But they regularly colonize northern parts of the United States during the summer months except for the Pacific Northwest.
This species may be seen flying from April - October in the southern United States, while in the north it flies from summer to early fall.
It is often found in open, disturbed habitats such as clover and alfalfa fields, pastures, fields, waste areas, along roadsides, prairies, and mountain meadows.
Adult butterflies nectar from several plant species including butterflyweed, common milkweed, dogbane, peppermint, red clover, swamp milkweed, and tickseed sunflower.
ISO400, aperture f/10, exposure .002 seconds (1/500) focal length 300mm
"If there were ever a time to dare,
to make a difference,
to embark on something worth doing,
IT IS NOW...
Not for any grand cause, necessarily,
but for something that tugs at your heart,
something that's your aspiration,
something that's your dream.
You owe it to yourself to make
your days here count.
Have fun.
Dig deep.
Stretch.
Dream big."
© Mieneke Andeweg-van Rijn 2016
All rights reserved.
Cows-R-Us....
A typically Dutch scene....flat countryside & flocked by cows....
Happy grazing ladies
(Bombycilla cedrorum) Belmont Park, Kelowna, BC.
Thought I had seen a pair of these two days ago, but there was no doubt this morning as these guys vied with a small group of Bohemians. Surprisingly, neither group were raiding the remaining Mountain Ash berries.... I think they're now both in transit. Such a difference in appearance. The CEDWs I saw today are mostly young birds* without much if any decoration on their wings. The BOWAs still stand out with their more vibrant colours....
*(From Wikipedia: "The soft, dense feathers are kept in good condition by preening. The red waxy tips are the extended and flattened ends of feather shafts, pigmented with astaxanthin and enclosed in a transparent sheath. A study of cedar waxwings showed that the red tips are few or absent until the third year of life for that related species.")
Leica M2
Leica Summilux 35mm f/1.4 II
Kodak Tri-X
Kodak HC-110 dil.B (1+31)
7 min 30 sec 20°C
Scan from negative film
An experiment in which I used the infrared effect then inverted the image, then added gradient fill, difference cloud and saturated the red hues
Best viewed large and on black
I'm so glad the new girl can wear the 12 Dancing Princess outfit and vice versa!
Its so strange to see the head difference between the two. lol I'm wondering if i can swap heads, the heads are pretty hard...
Date Taken: July 16, 2016
A Gemilang Coachwork-built MAN Lion's City on the RC2 19.290 chassis beside two Almazora Motors-built MAN Lion's City on the A84 18.280 chassis.
Left:
Operator: Fröhlich Tours Tourist Transport Service, Inc.
Model: Gemilang Coachwork MAN Lion's City RC2 19.290
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Middle & Right:
Operator: Fröhlich Tours Tourist Transport Service, Inc.
Model: Almazora Motors MAN Lion's City A84 18.280
For Details and Specifications, refer this photo:
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THORNWICK Bay...(pronounced Thornick... welcome to Yorkshire, lol)
Thornwick Bay derives it's name from "Thor" the God of Thunder because of the roar of the breaking waves on the rocks during a North Easterly gale which pounds the magnificent cliffs.
In the winter when the winds are strong and the weather is bad, when the waves hit the rocks, foam and spray blows up the cliff and over the cafe, but thankfully most people come to visit in the Spring, Summer and Autumn months when the weather is much calmer, and people can sit on the cliff top and admire the fantastic scenery and watch the sun reflect off the brilliant white chalk cliffs which have been cleaned by the winter storms over thousands of years.
The stretch of water North of the Lighthouse was named 'the graveyard' by the skippers and crew of sailing vessels which once they had lost the safety of Bridlington Bay, and without the aids of navigation and weather forecasting which we now take for granted, were at the mercy of the angry weather, Marine charts show hundreds of wrecks all within a few miles radius of Thornwick bay.
A great many people visit Thornwick Bay each year to enjoy wonderful cliff top walks observing the abundance of seabirds including Puffins, Guillemots and Kittiwakes etc.
Always you have the 'risk-takers' who will venture and walk the very narrow and crumbly ridge to get to the furthest point.
Do you spot this one?
Have a lovely day and thank you, as always, M, (*_*)
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It's at times when you're searching for something but don't know what it is, looking for an answer to all your questions and wondering what life is really all about, that when you just take a drive the road you've never been down and get completely lost in your self and the world around you and don't plan or expect to end up somewhere that you end up being reminded that the world can make a difference and give you pleasure, and put a smile on your face... you just have to see it from a different perspective, capture it, then that moment can never be forgotten. 😊
Never forget your camera!! 📷
“We are all equal in the fact that we are all different. We are all the same in the fact that we will never be the same. We are united by the reality that all colours and all cultures are distinct & individual. We are harmonious in the reality that we are all held to this earth by the same gravity. We don't share blood, but we share the air that keeps us alive. I will not blind myself and say that my black brother is not different from me. I will not blind myself and say that my brown sister is not different from me. But my black brother is he as much as I am me. But my brown sister is she as much as I am me.”
― C. JoyBell C.
This is the 2nd one in the series i have posted. The difference between the previous shot and the one in this posting is the diagonally opposite shutter speed and a further small aperture used here to capture the light circling around the bottle thin and to wait and fill the glass vessel inside battle with fumes all aruond with a higher opening time.
The 4 sec opening has helped capture the reflections of light from the ambience as well.... This bottle was in a pitch dark place. But it has made me lose the detail of the bottle inside slightly due to overexposure.
Hope you appreciate this experiment.
Camera: Nikon D90
Exposure: 4s
Aperture: f/13.0
Focal Length: 80 mm
ISO: 200
Exposure Bias: -1/3 EV
Just real, as shot, with a minor light adjustment and crop. THIS IS NOT PHOTOSHOPPED.
What a difference over the years!
The first pic was taken 22 days after arriving in SL in March 2008.
The second pic was when I got my first (free) skin.
the third pic was quickly after because a female friend of mine said I couldn't have a body without npples so she bought me a better one, haha!
The third one I wore for a long time until mesh came around, number 4. The red curls were there first and have been with me for ages. It was only 2020 when I finally said goodbye to the flowing red curls and the head and got myself a mesh topping as well. (head and hair). And here we are now!
I read once that the difference between fashion and style can be summed up as follows: "fashions fade, style is eternal". Perhaps that means that style is timeless and ageless but it's too simple an observation. Style and fashion both exist within a particular period in history and they are both definitely age related. I've enjoyed experimenting with this mature look and I know Miss Naughton would approve.
A proud grandma posting what her 8 year old grand-daughter thinks about making a difference in life for a school assignment.
Pink Foot vs Greylag. Thought there was a vagrant Pink Foot in with the Greylags at College Lake and eventually he came close enough to be sure. 1st time I've seen one this far inland.
Cadillac vs Austin. They are sitting at the same point at the door end of the garage. The Austin is on jack stands which is why it is so tall.
- wheel base - 121.5" vs 92.5"
- length - 158.5" vs 221.0" so the Austin is 5 1/4 feet shorter!
Once upon a time, there was a little white stray cat who lived in a Bus Depot. Life was pretty tough for this little cat; food was scarce and to start with at least, it was hard to find somewhere warm and dry to sleep – especially during the long, cold wet winter nights. However, the cat had used some initiative, and had taken to crawling up into the engine bays of the big buses. It was a bit smelly, and his white fur often ended up black and greasy, but – well – beggars can’t be choosers, and he was (after all) a beggar!
And then sometime last year, Life suddenly took a turn for the better for the little cat. The kindly man who was the Yardman for the Depot started leaving a bowl of food and a bowl of water near the fuel pump... The cat couldn’t believe his luck, and before long, he was happy for the man to scratch his ears! – which was a big step forward for the cat, for this was his first experience of Human Kindness!
After six weeks or so of regular meals, the little white (and at times partly black!) cat took to sitting near the Depot door, looking longingly inside. He was dying to find out what was on the other side of the door, but to go inside was a potentially scary move. After all, he might end up being trapped in there with a lot of angry Humans. But finally, one afternoon just as a Driver entered the Depot building, the cat seized the moment, and raced through the rapidly closing door...
As it turned out, it was a bit of an anti-climax. The world never ended, nothing untoward happened, nobody shouted at him – and in fact nobody really took much notice of him at all. But there was an old couch near the foot of a stairwell, and that couch looked Comfortable... Within minutes, he was fast asleep, curled up in a tight little ball of fur. In the middle of his sleep, he thought he heard voices, even thought he might have been touched by more than one person, but he was just too tired to worry, and he slept on!
Late in the afternoon, he awoke with a start. Voices were indeed close by; what should he do? Opening one eye, he surveyed the scene. There was nothing alarming to be seen – in fact the scene that filled his eye took him by surprise: someone was placing a plate of food on the couch beside him, and someone else had already placed a fresh dish of... milk?!? Suddenly, someone else was scratching his ears, and in spite of his uncertainty, he had to turn his Purr Motor on; he’d never, ever been patted like this ever before...
And so a routine developed; the little cat would sneak into the ground floor of the building during the day, and he’d sleep outside during the night – but even that wasn’t too bad now because one of the Mechanics had built him a little house to sleep in. However, there was still something that puzzled this curious little feline: what was up those stairs???
One day – and now no-one is quite sure when that was – the cat took the plunge: he raced quickly up the stairs, had a quick look... and raced back down again. He’d survived...! And so he tried again the next day, and the next – each time getting a little bolder, each time staying at the top of the stairs for a little longer... until, early one cold Spring morning, he followed an important-looking man up the steps and through a door into a room filled with a warmth that the he’d never ever experienced before! He didn’t know it at the time, but he’d just walked into the Team Leader’s office, and there – over against the wall – was a nice warm “Thingee” glowing red hot and giving out warmth – lovely, lovely warmth!
The cat slunk into a corner of the room and tried to stay out of sight, but he watched with interest the many comings and goings. One thing especially struck him (Figuratively speaking!): everyone seemed so nice. No-one was yelling; no-one was angry... After a while, he slunk out of the room and raced back down the stairs, but he was quite pleased with himself; he’d discovered what was up the stairs, he’d liked what he’d seen, and he hadn’t been chased or hit... He’d certainly pay another visit the next day...!
And so the very next morning, the cat once again carefully entered the office – and there in front of the warm machine was what looked like a nice white fluffy bed – all nicely stretched out... and the man was calling him over to it... The cat decided that the risks weren’t that great now, so he succumbed to temptation, stretched out in front of the warm heat, and quickly fell fast asleep... Somewhere in the middle of his slumbers, he thought he heard a new voice suggest that he should be called "Diesel", but he wasn’t sure if the voice was for real, or whether it was a dream, so he slumbered onwards...
Which brings us forward to today...
Today, this little white stray has indeed been named “Diesel”, and he still mostly sleeps on the comfy sheepskin in front of the heater, but every now and again, he curls up on the desk behind the Team Leader’s computer (Above); it just saves people having to bend down to stroke him! And when the Team Leader leaves in the middle of the afternoon, Diesel quietly ambles into the Driver’s Room and makes himself at home in a nice big comfortable armchair – directly below the wall-mounted heat pump!
So Life for little Diesel has never been so good now; he knows he's loved, and he's feeling pretty good about himself. But - and here's where things took a totally unexpected turn - a busy Bus Depot now has a warm fuzzy atmosphere that it never had before, and it's only got this atmosphere because it's been lucky enough to have been adopted by a once homeless, nameless, grease-smeared little stray cat...!
What a difference a little bit of Love makes!
CN 327 is through Dorval on a gorgeous afternoon with a pair of CSXT AC4400CW's (CSXT 531 & CSXT 106) along with GP9 CN 4102. The leading unit is newer (built in 2001) but has the older YN2 paint scheme, while the older trailer (built in 1995) has the newer YN3 paint scheme. Another difference is the steerable trucks on the leader, versus the hi-adhesion trucks on the trailer.
An opportunity too good to pass up. Alco 2-8-2, SOO 1011, is seen alongside modern CN GE power in Ladysmith, Wisconsin assembling cars in the small yard in town. Nice to see so much Soo Line preservation in town. It really gives Ladysmith much added character.
As a side note, 1011 is a sister locomotive to SOO 1024 that is displayed outside the Thief River Falls, Minnesota Soo Line Depot. Efforts are ongoing to add a roof structure to 1024 modeled after such displays like this one in Ladysmith.
OK, I'm typing right now, Saturday morning July 24. 2021 and thinking too, so that makes for slower typing. I tried to learn the difference between thistle and distal. Memory failure! It wasn't distal, that was different. It was teasel. So now I figured out the two words that are different; but I have yet to completely grasp the differences. It would help if I knew what a bract was. I don't. So, since this is primarily a cartoon type of exchange between 2 fenceposts, I'm not going to worry about total accuracy right now. I'm pretty sure some of my Flickr friends will enlighten me later.
STORY part is between the rows of asterisks.
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The post on the right is saying, "We could just be friends. Whatcha think?'
The left post says, "Yeah, but you have a pretty good face and I don't."
RP (that's Right Post) says, "I'm not as real as I look. None of my facial features, are actually on my face. My eyes and nose are really just shadows from thistles or teasels. The shadows don't even exist all day long, and I'm guessing not at all at night. But if my eyes were real, I'd probably get scared and close them at night anyway."
LP (that's Left Post) says, "Something in common we have is both of us have eyes that are on a slant across our head. We probably wouldn't win any beauty contests. My eyes are different than yours, though. Mine are formed by knotholes in my body, not shadows. Your shadow nose is different than mine too. Mine is much larger but not as definitive, and it was formed by wildfire scarring. Neither of us can probably smell much anyway, so what difference does it make if our noses are different?"
RP: My mouth is formed by the front section of tightly clamped barbed wire. It just looks like my mouth. Yours looks different than mine.
LP: Yours just looks sort of straight across, like you just don't have much to say right then. Mine is also barbed wire, but much more loose and hanging down. It makes it look as if I'm frowning and sad, but I'm not.
RP: I think we're both actually kind of happy to get to know each other better, and have we more in common than not. Let's be friends!
LP: Yes, let's!
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For ABCs and 123s (group) this is Two (2)
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One of famous Hungarian poets Endre Ady’s most important prosaic writings elaborates on the concept of Hungary being a „ferryboat country” travelling endlessly between East and West. Like a ferry, the country keeps crossing the river back and forth. With every crossing it ends up not on the side of progress and democracy but its opposite, stultifying reaction and with it tyranny. It cannot decide whether it belongs to the East or to the West. I think that this photo taken in the heart of Budapest proves this ferry syndrome well. You may see the mixture of the messy surrounding, the dirty pavements, the uncut grass, the cheap fence, the graffities behind but also a blossoming tree, the Sun and a classic apartment house with its high rental prices….and a woman who thinks that she belongs to the West.
Not sure how this one is gonna be received. It was inspired by/based off of Jerac's Predator Destructor, and there's several areas that are nearly identical. I think there's enough difference between the two for this to stand on its own, but I can understand how you might not.
It's meant to be the Vindicator siege tank from the Warhammer 40K universe. There's some stuff that isn't as accurate as I'd like, but hopefully it isn't too noticeable.
You can download the LDD file here.