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It is one of the classic view to see Market street as a runway to the Ferry building. where is the ferry building ? ;) The morning traffic trail lights are interesting to see IMO. Something new to see of this city in different perspective. My lucky snapshot of the fog city. Have a nice day everyone!
#lowfog #sanfrancisco #longexposure #luckysnapshot
All along the edge of the steep and some what daunting Dunkirk Hill is a population of Common Spotted Orchids from Boughton to the top. Not my favourite hill to cycle up but the rewards are well worth it!
Apologies for another Male Bearded Tit / Reedling - having taken 4,000 shots in the last week or so i have to do something with them(!), but am trying to post 'different' aspects of their behaviour.
They have comparatively short wings and a long stabilising tail to help them weave in and out of the reed stems.
Taken at RSPB Strumpshaw Fen, Norfolk.
For best view hit 'L' for large on black.
Day 5, Project 50-50
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A spectral Christmas Eve walk at Ivinghoe Beacon.
Despite knowing this walk so well, there were a couple of moments when I lost my bearings in this blanket of fog.
..than western Europe, but pretty much the same as Middle East or Latin America in regards to police. They also have many bitter people that forgot how to smile or lack good manners to tourists. I will not come back, even thou I used to love it.
Part of my ongoing "Black Forest Waterfalls" series
The waterfalls of Allerheiligen ("All Hallows") have a total height of 83 m over seven steps and are located deep in the Black Forest, not far away from the famous monastery with the same name. Even though they are now among the top visited waterfalls, they were not accessible for centuries because of their location in a deep, narrow canyon. The stairs depicted here were first constructed in 1840.
Lights hanging in a tree on The Southbank, London. Taken at shutter speed of 8 secs, then manual zoom in and out and focus in and out at the same time. A different effect !!!
Amanda's Christmas fantasy continues. Cindy just kept the surprises coming and I was so enjoying the experience
This one looked different from the rest of the flock - probably because of presence of part of his breeding plumage. There were at least 50 or so of them in the flock. Presqu'ile Provincial Park, Brighton, Ontario
"The St. Pierre Cathedral is a cathedral in Geneva, Switzerland, today belonging to the Reformed Protestant Church of Geneva. It was begun under Arducius de Faucigny, the prince-bishop of the Diocese of Geneva, in the 12th century, and includes an eclectic mix of styles. It is best known as the adopted home church of John Calvin, one of the leaders of the Protestant Reformation. Inside the church is a wooden chair used by Calvin.
The area beneath the Cathedral has recently been excavated extensively, revealing a rich history of the site dating back to the time of the Roman Empire. From the 8th to 10th centuries it was one of three cathedrals to coexist on the site. The present building has grown from a cathedral devoted to ecclesiastical use and an early Christian funerary cult; the other two structures, subsumed in the 12th century by the growth of the surviving building, were apparently for different uses, one for public sacraments and the other for church teachings." (Wikipedia)
We are always very very busy with life, so much going around us. But sometimes when we are alone our mind feels we are lost in a different world, a world were there is no one with you!
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Jungfraujoch (3'471m)
503cw, Zeiss 80mm F2.8
Fuji Velvia 50 (expired), Cross Processing
Same, but different
Everyone celebrates Christmas a little differently. This interesting photograph proves that.
When I was a boy with uncombed hair and a mouth missing a few important teeth, Christmas meant one thing, presents. The more, the better. In our family, gift-giving happened on Christmas Eve. It was the one night of the year when my older brothers couldn’t wait to head out in the dark to the barn quickly to finish their chores.
They never admitted it, but they were just as eager as the rest of us to get back inside and gather around the family. My mother, however, ran on her own schedule. Supper on Christmas Eve was always simple, usually something quick to prepare and even quicker to clean up.
My father didn’t always cooperate with that plan. One of his cherished Christmas Eve traditions was eating dead oysters, along with half a bag of oyster crackers soaked in oyster soup. No one else shared his enthusiasm. More often than not, he was still enjoying his feast long after the rest of us had finished eating and were growing impatient.
But even when Dad finally put his bowl down, we still had more to do.
My mother insisted on reading a chapter from the Bible about the Nativity every Christmas Eve. We children, had to sit around the kitchen table and listen quietly as she slowly read from either Matthew or Luke. We fidgeted, squirmed, and stole glances toward where the presents waited. For many years, it seemed to me the Nativity story must be the longest chapter in the Bible because it took forever for Mom to read.
Gifts were simple back then. In lean years, each of us might receive only one. Sometimes that gift hit us square in the heart. Other times, we wondered if Dad had done the shopping on his own.
Christmas was really a two-day event in our family. Christmas Day meant gathering with the extended family, usually for an early afternoon dinner at my grandparents’ small house in Slayton, next to Dillon’s Alignment Shop, or at the home of one of their sons: Ralph, Larry, or Jack.
Arriving at the host's was always the same. Relatives we rarely saw would exclaim over how tall we had grown or how old we were getting. Occasionally, an aunt would try to kiss the boys, which we did our best to avoid, although I noticed that as my brothers grew older, they did not seem to mind as much.
The hours that followed blended as we ate, visited, and laughed a lot. Most years included a simple gift exchange from names drawn months earlier. I could always predict what my grandparents would give me: a book. I’ll admit that, as a boy, receiving a book at Christmas generated about the same excitement an apple once did for a child on the American frontier.
Now, ghosts of Christmas past attend our family gatherings. The younger folks don’t see them, but I do. As I celebrate my 80th Christmas this year, I will almost hear the voices of my mother and father, along with relatives who shaped my life and now live only in memory.
Someday, I suppose, my children and grandchildren will see their own ghosts.
If I were in charge of the agenda this year, I’d pause the celebration for just a moment and remind everyone to love one another unconditionally, to forgive quickly, and not to hold on to offenses. The young believe they have endless time to live that way. I know better.
The psalmist wrote, “Everyone is but a breath, even those who seem secure.”
But, instead of offering a mini-sermon, I’ll simply smile at each of them, and wish them, and you, a very Merry Christmas.
Autumn foliage and shadows pooling in the hollows of the mountains--just one of the many different views in the National Wildlife Refuge in central New Mexico.