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Held my camera at the end of the tripod and lifted it up about 10 feet to get a different view of my local light.
A resin egg from the movie Alien Resurrection (1979). This is from our collection of four eggs (egg and baby glow in the dark). If you like sci-fi movies you'll remember this little baby monster (yeah, a little creepy). The egg height with the baby is less than 3" and the wide less than 2". (Best in Large)
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Dernièrement j'Ai réalisé que la majoritée de mes images étaient, roche, eau, nuages, ciel. Voici un changement, rue, auto, batiment, ciel.
Taking this shot personal safety never crossed my mind
And why should it?
But imagine if mother nature had played her cards differently...
Making this brute of a bird twice it's size and us humans half our size!
It'd make this a truly terrifying sight
Eurasian Jay (Garrulus glandarius)
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THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO: MY LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY TO BIRD PHOTOGRAPHY
If you've set yourself the challenge of exclusively shooting the wildlife in your own back yard, you might find - as I did - that bird photography is really, really hard.
It's not that reptiles are easy to photograph either, mind - but at least the ones in my garden stay (for the most part) on the ground, and one can learn how to carefully approach them with a camera. They're also clearly egoists, which from a photographer's point of view is is a great character trait: if a lizard detects a human in its vicinity, it's only interested in saving its own skin, and it won't alarm its buddies.
But birds... oh man. Over the years, my feathered friends and I have developed a lovely routine that now defines our peaceful co-existence. As soon as I as much as open a window (let alone the door), I'm instantly greeted by an eruption of panicky fluttering and hysterical shouts from my garden: "SAVE YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND FLY FOR YOUR LIVES: THE HAIRLESS, PINK MONSTER IS COMING!!! (Yes, I speak bird, and I know that this is exactly what they are shouting 😉).
Needless to say, with the exception of the redstart I already showed here, all my efforts to get the kind of detailed shots I usually strive for with my nature photography ended in complete failure and utter disillusionment. I was ready to give up on stalking the winged misanthropes in my garden altogether, but then winter came - and changed everything.
One day this past January I observed my neighbor Signora P - a kind, elderly Italian lady - putting something on the low garden wall in front of my house. At first I thought she was just putting some treat there for her cat Romeo; the young tom patrols that wall constantly (it's his favorite spot in the garden, and during the warmer months he usually lurks in the thick foliage next to it to prey on lizards).
But once I detected a lot of movement on that wall through my window, I understood she had put a little pile of bread crumbs there; she was feeding the birds who soon arrived in flocks. This was certainly well-intended on my neighbor's part, but her noble action came with a catch, and I'm afraid quite literally.
When I took a stroll through my garden the next day I discovered a suspicious amount of feathers on the ground next to the wall. Romeo had apparently switched from his low-calorie summer diet (lizard) to more energy-rich meals consisting of "fowl" (it was winter after all, so from a nutritionist's point of view this made sense).
I would find fresh traces of Romeo's victims (mostly feathers, but also the odd wing) in my garden over the following days; so my first intuition that my neighbor was feeding her cat hadn't been that far off after all, as Romeo was now clearly being "served" fresh birds on a daily basis. And although the hungry visitors seemed to be aware of the danger and became slightly more prudent, they just couldn't resist the tasty snacks Signora P put on that wall - and neither could Romeo.
It was obvious that I had to act, but talking to my neighbor - who is as stubborn as she is kind - would have been futile, I knew that much. I pondered the matter long and hard - until a light bulb went off in my head. The idea was genius. If successful, what I had in mind would not only increase the birds' chances of surviving Romeo's appetite, but also greatly benefit my own photographic endeavors.
I started to enact my master plan the very next day by buying a giant bag of bird feed (consisting mainly of sunflower seeds) from the store. Then I dragged a huge piece of a tree trunk (approx. 120 cm in height) that we normally chop firewood on from the shed out into the garden and emptied almost half of the bag's content on top of it. Signora P's buffet for birds (and cats) was about to get some serious competition 😊.
My reasoning was as follows: not only would the birds be lured away from the fatally low garden wall to a place where they were safe from the cat - there was nothing around that tree trunk that provided cover for a predator, and the birds had a nice 360° view around it at all times - but I was also able to photograph them while hiding in the shed.
However, in order for my plan to work there was one little extra measure I had to take, and it was one that risked lowering my own life expectancy considerably once the owner of the property - my mom - discovered it. You see, our shed is completely windowless, so if I wanted to use it as a blind, I had no choice but to cut a hole into one of its wooden walls... which I promptly did (I figured all's fair in love - and photography 😉).
Granted, I have absolutely zero carpentering skills, and it showed. That hole was an ugly mess: the shed's wall seemed to have had an encounter with Jack Nicholson's ax-wielding lunatic character from the film 'The Shining'. Needless to say, I was incredibly proud of my work (I mean, come on: there now was a hole where before there wasn't a hole, and it was big enough for the lens of my camera to peek through, so it was mission accomplished as far as I was concerned).
Now all I had to do was wait for the birds to discover the tree trunk. In the meantime I started to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable confrontation with my mom and go through possible explanations for that splintering hole in the wall (it was either gonna be a rabid woodpecker attack or an emergency rescue mission with a feeding tube for a little kid that had accidentally locked himself inside the shed - both seemed valid options, though I slightly preferred the locked-in kid due to the involved drama and heroism 😉).
A whole day went by, and not a single bird visited the sunflower seeds. I had expected that it might take a few hours until the first of the ever curious great tits or blue tits would show up, but given how tiny my garden is, an entire day seemed excessive. Then another day came and went: the birds kept flocking to the bread crumbs on the wall, and my tree trunk kept collecting dust. To add injury to insult, a few fresh feathers on the ground were proof that Romeo was still feasting.
It was incredibly frustrating: I provided my winged guests with a much better view - plus a higher chance of surviving the cuisine - than Signora P's place; I risked (almost) certain death at the hands of my own mother (OK, the act of vandalism on the shed I had committed for my own benefit, but still), yet the birds kept ignoring me.
Then, after three days, just before sunset, I spotted a single blue tit on the tree trunk picking away at the sunflower seeds.
When I got up the next morning I immediately realized that the loud noise that accompanies each and every tit activity had shifted from the wall to the shed. At last the dam had broken: there was a flurry of movement around the tree trunk, and I counted at least 5 different species of birds feasting on the sunflower seeds.
From day 4 onward my plan worked beautifully: the birds now indeed mostly ignored Romeo's "snack wall" and kept to the tree trunk. And yes, I was able to play peeping tom from behind the shed's wall and photograph them!! 😊
Thus, dear readers, I finally managed to produce some acceptable bird photos, and I had even saved my feathered friends from a deadly foe in the process. All through winter and spring I took advantage of my new bird hide, and in late May I started mixing some cherries with the sunflower seeds. The idea was to attract a Eurasian jay (Garrulus glandarius), and as you can see, it worked!
It took me almost three weeks and more than a few tricks to capture that clever fella, but given how long I've been rambling here already, that's a story for another day. As for my mom, she still doesn't know about the hole in the wall, so please don't snitch! 😉.
I hope you like the photo and wish you all a wonderful weekend! Many greetings from Switzerland, and as always: let me know what you think in the comments 🙏 😊 ❤!
P.S. if anyone has their own funny tale about the obstacles we photographers are prepared to overcome for a desired photo, please write it in the comments: I love such stories 😊
Bürgerpark Wernigerode/Harz GER
Anlässlich der Landesgartenschau Wernigerode im Jahre 2006 entstand der heute als Bürgerpark bekannte, 15 ha große Landschaftspark. Dieser wird durchzogen von einem breiten Band aus mehr als 60 Themengärten. Bestandteil des Bürgerparkes ist einer der schönsten Miniaturenparks Deutschlands. Dieser zeigt etwa 60 kulturhistorisch interessante Bauwerke des Harzes in einer faszinierenden Miniaturlandschaft mit Zwerggehölzen, Felsen und Wasserläufen.
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I’m follet,
Buongiorno a tutti, stavo pensando a quel che ognuno vuole, quel che ci si aspetta da altri.
Dipende molto da quel che si fa della propria giornata.
E mi chiedo che cosa si possano aspettare da me, di corsa inserisco una foto, approfitto della luna che trionfa in un cielo dove il vento ha pulito tutto, i rami degli alberi si stagliano su e cercano l’appiglio per non cadere, al di sotto ci sono io.
E sempre levo al di sopra il mio sguardo, nella notte che sta per venire e immagino le tante direzioni e i pensieri che suscita la luna.
Le foto ne suscitano molti, tutti diversi, chi vede una luna e chi solo una foto.
Chi pensa all’amata, chi pensa agli amici, chi pensa ad un perché.
Chi è obbiettivo e si dice che proprio in questo giorno era possibile questo, chi vaga tra le possibilità, chi valuta le sue dimensioni.
Nessuno pensa al fatto che sono un folletto.
Qualche favola la racconto…
Le parole che non si trovano, dove saranno andate,le cerco in cose che sfuggono nel tempo di ognuno e si riparano in luoghi lontani da pensieri quotidiani.
Anche se i pensieri e le frasi sono un sommarsi di eventi dove partecipano tutti e non sempre attivamente.
Ci sono modi di vivere volendo saggiare la vita e godendo di ogni cosa e diverse maniere in cui non si osa fare e dire.
Si aspettano costantemente le qualsiasi cose.
E si vive trascinando la vita, non si tentano le tante possibilità
Tutte si pensano, si potrebbe pensare a cosa, a quando, a chi…e il tempo passa.
La foto è lì e tu dove sei, che fai?
Nel frattempo guardi altro, e nello stesso frangente qualcun altro guarda la foto, stai guidando , stai lavorando, arriva una telefonata.
Ricordi anche di qualcuno a cui non hai potuto rispondere.
Per te non è cosa d’importanza vitale, tu pensi che gli altri pensino che tu li pensi sempre, ma per loro è molto importante…
E’ da qualcosa scritto che lo potresti sapere…
Grazie per essere mio amico…
All’improvviso ricordi che ancora ti aspettano…
Prendo una pausa nella pausa e scrivo…
Scrivo per te che leggi, stai usando la tua attenzione per me, per questo ti ringrazio.
Foll
the same subject that was ever taken on the shores of Lake Toba on a different day.
"Thank you very much for all your faves and stay healthy" 😃
Carcès (pronounced car-says') is a village in the Var, between Cotignac and the Thoronet Abbey. It's quite a large village, laid out in a rectangle, with the different parts of the village separated somewhat from each other. One part, perched on a low hill and called the old town (vieille ville), has a lot of stone walls and stone arches. The "newer" parts of Carcès, though, have narrow streets, vaulted passages and medieval portails and ancient houses and doorways. All in all, Carcès is a very interesting village to visit. One of the most striking things about Carcès are the trompe l'oeil wall murals and the colorful fish-scale wall tiles on some of the houses.
The mairie (town hall) and the library (médiatheque municipale) are located in a quiet little square completely surrounded by buildings, at the site of an old olive-oil mill, the "Huilerie St Charles". In a hidden little passage behind the library, the large iron waterwheel is still in place against the back of the building.
Commerce and Cafés
Carcès has a good variety of shops for every-day needs, including gift/souvenir shops, banks, and a post office.
The selection of terrace cafés seemed a bit limited, but we did find a couple that were nicely acceptable. One is located on the Place des Martyrs de la Résistance (Place de l'Hotel de Ville on the town map), shaded by enormous platan trees and bordered by ancient buildings and the picturesque bell tower with campanile on top and arched passage at the bottom. The fountain here, with a tall column and four carven faces is nicely grungy on one side, accentuating its age.
Saturday morning market day is a real event in Carcès. The market fills several streets in the central part of town, and there's a good variety in the types of stalls, including, clothes, baskets, cooked foods, Provencal and local specialities, olive-wood items, fruits, vegetables, and so on. The nearby Lac de Carcès, about 4 km south of town, is pretty, but doesn't have beaches, swimming, boating or water sports.
Cabro d'Or Legend (Légende de la Cabro d'Or). The legend of the mysterious golden goat is popular in Carcès, with the town's main hotel-restaurant named after it.
Trompe l'oeil Murals
There are four main trompe l'oeil wall mural locations, but smaller ones decorate buildings here and there in the town.
1 - at the Ofice de Tourisme building (corner of Rue Marechal Foch and Ave G. Clemenceau), depicts sacks and barrels being hoisted up the side of the building to be stored in the warehouse.
2 - at the top of Rue Marechal Foch, close to the Office de Tourisme, a group of Royals are standing inside an arched passage.
3 - Rue Hoche at the northern edge of town, a woman hangs clothes on an upper-floor terrace while a man presses grapes around the side of the ground floor.
4 - Rue Florentin Giraud, the long "maison de repos" building has a wonderful collection of different facades, pastel colors, shutters and balistrades, pillars, tiled roofs and drain pipes.
The wall paintings are all done by the same artist: Michel DEGUIL. His phone number is on the "maison de repos" facade.
Fountains
A guidebook from the Office de Tourisme lists 19 fountains on a "Circuits des Fontaines et Lavoirs", similar to the (Gonfaron). Touring Carcès to locate the fountains would be a fun way to see the town, but you would have to mark the locations on a map yourself.
The village of Gonfaron, about 20 km to the southeast, also has a circuit of discovery for their village's 16 ancient fountains, and they have an animal legend with their "flying donkey".
For further information please visit www.beyond.fr/villages/carces.html www.provenceweb.fr/e/var/carces/carces.htm?r=1&Largeu... and www.provenceverte.co.uk/discover/carces.php
Titterstone Clee Hill, but it reminds me of Meteor Crater in Arizona, which of course is bigger because it is in the USA
Mount Erciyes
is a massive stratovolcano located 25 km to the south of Kayseri in Turkey.
Erciyes is the highest mountain in central Anatolia,
located within the ancient region of Cappadocia,
with its summit reaching 3,916 metres (12,848 ft).
It is considered to be the highest peak of the Anti-Taurus mountain range, a northeastern extension of the Taurus Mountains to the south, and belongs to the Alpide belt in Eurasia.
@Wikipedia
Sun rising above tree line in Upstate South Carolina (near the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains). This is similar to a previous capture I uploaded but this one is tighter, earlier, and at a slightly different angle.
We happened upon this gorgeous creation of art one day when we were wandering about New Orleans! Each mosaic design on several walls is unique and dazzling- stained glass and mirrored pieces! I don't know who the artist is, but I think it is their studio. Any titles that I have given these works is strictly from my imagination.
New Orleans, LA
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