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В то утро мы специально встали пораньше, чтобы успеть добраться до мыса и встретить рассвет. Никто не знал как близко мы сможем подъехать на машине и сколько нам останется идти пешком. В это время года все дороги заносит приличным слоем снега, и они становятся непроходимыми для автомобилей. Согревшись в машине, я погрузился в дрему. Ямы и прочие дорожные неровности были, вероятно, слишком ничтожными, чтобы стряхнуть ее полностью. Звук закрывшейся двери разбудил меня, и выйдя из машины я оказался на морозе в дубовом лесу по колено в снегу. В свете фар было видно, что машинам было непросто сюда заехать, а также, что впереди нас ждало такое же непростое восхождение пешком. Мы поднимались в гору сквозь дубовый лес. Звук хрустящего снега сменялся звуками шелеста прошлогодних листьев, но неизменными были звуки нашего сопения и кряхтения. Когда перед нами открылся вид на мыс, ощущение реальности куда-то делось. Мне совсем не верилось, что я здесь — стою на краю мира и смотрю на бескрайнее Японское море, где с шумом и рокотом разбиваются в пену волны-громадины. В какой-то момент просто начинает кружиться голова. Творческие души путешественников не выдержали. Все побросали рюкзаки, расставили штативы и точно стайка сурикатов выстроились в одном направлении в попытках поймать идеальный кадр. Я не спешил, наслаждаясь видом и попивая горячий чай с печеньками. Нужно было решить важный вопрос: остаться здесь наверху или спуститься на берег, усеянный пятнистыми и полосатыми камнями, под стать местным представителя фауны. Но внезапно порозовевший горизонт сделал выбор за меня. Начинался рассвет и во мне пробуждалась творческая душа…
That morning we got up early on purpose to get to the cape in time to watch the sunrise. No one knew how close we could get by car and how long we would have to walk. At this time of year, all roads are covered with a decent layer of snow, and they become impassable for cars. Having warmed up in the car, I fell asleep. The potholes and other road imperfections were probably too minor to shake my slumber off completely. The sound of the door closing woke me up, and when I got out of the car I found myself in the cold, in an oak forest, knee-deep in snow. In the light of the headlights it was clear that it was not easy for cars to get here, and also that an equally difficult ascent on foot lay ahead of us. We climbed up the mountain through an oak forest. The sound of crunching snow was replaced by the sounds of rustling last year's leaves, but the sounds of our sniffing and grunting remained unchanged. When the view of the cape opened before us, the sense of reality disappeared somewhere. I couldn’t believe at all that I was here - standing on the edge of the world and looking at the endless Sea of Japan, where huge waves crashed into foam with noise and roar. At some point you just start to feel dizzy. The creative souls of the travelers could not stand it. Everyone dropped their backpacks, set up their tripods and, like a flock of meerkats, lined up in one direction, trying to catch the perfect shot. I took my time, enjoying the view and drinking hot tea with cookies. An important question had to be resolved: to stay up here or go down to the shore, strewn with spotted and striped stones, matching the local fauna. But the suddenly pink horizon made the choice for me. The dawn was beginning and the creative soul was awakening in me...
I spotted a flock of Evening Grosbeak in the Columbia Valley south of Cultus Lake. They could be heard quite clearly but they were doing most of their feeding in the conifers and it made it difficult to see them.
As difficult as it was getting up that early in the freezing cold, it was worth it for the photos we managed to get!
Waiting at train station so just a quick upload. Have also hit the 10,00 views marker. Massive thanks to everyone for all your comments and interest.
Difficult to hold steady for 30seconds at about time because of the wind.
Panoramic three shot stitch, using an ND1000 10 stop filter.
avevo provato ad andare al mare, ma vento e nuvole mi hanno rispedito a casa.
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8-10 mm. Completely reddish brown colored blowhead fly with yellow head. The different species from this genus are difficult to distinguish. Only the females can be determined with certainty, based on the shape of the cleat. The ordinary crooked body has a light that is flattened and barely protruding.
Similar species
Looks a lot like the mystical crook body, but can be distinguished by the flattened cleat. Species from the genus Myopa are also colored red-brown, but have a white head.
Biotope
The species parasitizes on bumblebees and can therefore be found everywhere where bumblebees can be found: from gardens and city parks to moors and bogs.
Appearance
A general species that is spread all over the Netherlands. Flight time late May to early September.
Herkenning
8-10 mm. Geheel roodbruin gekleurde blaaskopvlieg met gele kop. De verschillende soorten uit dit genus zijn moeilijk van elkaar te onderscheiden. Alleen de vrouwtjes zijn met zekerheid te determineren, aan de hand van de vorm van het klampje. De gewone kromlijf heeft een klampje dat afgeplat is en nauwelijks uitsteekt.
Gelijkende soorten
Lijkt veel op de mystieke kromlijf maar is aan de hand van het afgeplatte klampje te onderscheiden. Soorten uit het genus Myopa zijn ook roodbruin gekleurd, maar hebben een witte kop.
Biotoop
De soort parasiteert op hommels en is daarom overal te vinden waar hommels te vinden zijn: van tuinen en stadsparken tot heide en hoogveen.
Voorkomen
Een algemene soort die verspreid over heel Nederland voorkomt. Vliegtijd eind mei tot begin september.
Difficult Life
If you're going through a hard time right now, I encourage you to worship God first before you plunge yourself into your daily life. I know the world expects and demands much from you. The pressure is intense. You forget to pray. Remember that before you can drive a car you must fill it up with gasoline. Only then can you go on your daily journey.
You try to read all the road signs, but sometimes you run into obstacles on your way or you fail to see you're going down a dead end. Such obstacles can make you nervous or even sick. They can lead you to stress, anger, or despair, and before you know it you're driving way too fast and in the wrong direction.
The obstacles will not disappear, but when you pray and trust in the Lord, He will be your guide. By listening to His voice you will gain insight. Recovery always takes time. Keep praying for insight and wisdom, keep reading your Bible daily, and slowly you'll be able to see the road better and know where you are going. There is no shadow in life that can stop His light!
It is difficult to describe this season, but if I could some it up in a phrase, it would be joy mixed with grief and laughter with sorrow. Sometimes life is hard to put into words, but one thing I can say with confidence is that my Anchor is secure and my Anchor is Christ. Though the seasons change and life can feel like one tumultuous wave after another, His faithfulness is sure and His promises are true.
~~La roche qui la compose est plus friable que celle de la pointe du Raz. Donc plus vulnérable aux attaques de la mer. Elle n'a de pointe que le nom car, lorsqu'on s'y promène, on a souvent des difficultés à trouver l'extrémité de la pointe tant elle est évasée et tant ses avancées rocheuses sont nombreuses. C'est peut-être ce qui caractérise cette pointe, pas de direction logique
Les chemins y sont nombreux.
~~Plusieurs rochers monumentaux se distinguent de la pointe, dont le fameux rocher Morgane situé à l'ouest de la chapelle Saint-They.
It’s remarkably difficult to capture the full on fury of a storm in a single image. There are so many things happening at once that it becomes hard to focus- from technical aspects such as composition and camera stability in the face of violent and unpredictable gusts to the obvious dangers of shooting coastal scenes on an incoming tide. This is storm Atiyah, which brought 80mph winds and huge seas to the west coast of Britain in early December 2019. Shot about an hour or so from high tide on the rocks below the sea wall at Porthcawl, it was probably the most scared I’ve been in the last 6 years of photography. And despite being confidant that the sea direction and wind was pushing the huge swells just in front of me, 25 years of windsurfing have taught me to have absolute respect for the sheer unpredictability of the sea.
This may not be a pretty landscape but it’s one for all of you Flickr friends who have supported my stream over the years.
AI is becoming more and more problematic. It's getting increasingly difficult to identify what is AI and what isn't.
This is true for photos, art, music, news, advertising, etc. Now the discerning eye can still identify AI, but eventually, the way it's improving, you won't be able to tell one from the other.
I spent some time having a discussion the other day with Google's GEMINI AI.
The AI attempted to dispense a fair amount of opinionated nonsense as cold hard facts. Each time, I would call it out on it, and eventually, every time, GEMINI would admit it was untrue, biased info, and it would apologize. When the AI is actually admitting this when pressed...well, what does that tell you? That old adage holds true: "Garbage in, garbage out."
A large problem is the "facts" provided by AI are procured from biased sources that align with its developers and aren't necessarily facts. During the extent of our "discussion" GEMINI would always eventually admit that what it was initially giving me as irrefutable facts, were no such thing.
In the words of CCR: I see a bad moon arising. I see trouble on the way.
The Halloween picture is of course created by me via AI prompts, and the accompanying song is also completely AI.
Be careful out there boys and girls, ghouls and goblins.
I'm off to retrieve my tinfoil hat.
It's difficult to see windows out of a window when it's raining like this.. Happy Windows Wednesday, Everybody!!!!!
Matthew 7:13-14 NKJV
"Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it. Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it.
I shot this image from near Hope's town hall and pizza parlor while looking west across the choppy water of Lake Pend Oreille toward the fire's active edge. Gray smoke from the smoldering Sunset Fire trailed leftward from about 3/4 fo the way up the rugged, timbered mountainside overlooking Idaho's northern Panhandle, starkly contrasting the colorful clouds above and fiery sunset beyond.
Scattered pines stood sentinel along the nearest shoreline, framing a lone boat dock and large cabin amid the serene bay, with low clouds hugging the distant peaks while separate gray fire smoke drifted below. The Sunset Fire scorched over 3,200 acres starting August 13, 2025, reached full containment by early September, and left this vivid scar visible from miles away during its volatile upslope runs.
I came across numerous wildfires in the Pacific Northwest on my three-month overlanding trip this past summer. At times, it was difficult to find a place to camp where the air was not contaminated with smoke, and the wildfire maps were ablaze with fires--Canada, only miles to the north, seemed completely engulfed. 2025 was a bad year for fires.
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You see here a part of the avalanche protection of the Männlichen, protecting Wengen from more serious incidents.
It is difficult to understand what day to day life must have been like before the invention of the internal combustion engine towards the end of the 19th century. It transformed lives in a way that nobody could have imagined at the time.
This photograph was taken on my recent visit to Milestones Living Museum and depicts a shop frontage as it may have looked in Victorian times when land transport was by use of horses, trains or just walking. The horse was as important then as the car is now and shops like this one would have been commonplace.
Vintage Cassar 105mm lens on a Fuji XT-5.
The fog was so dense that focusing was extremely difficult with a lens this long.
This rural cemetery had its first burial c. 1798.
Floyd county, Virginia, about 50 meters from The Blue Ridge Parkway.
I find siskins difficult to capture -- they are small and highly active. A fast shutter speed was used to freeze movement.
Here the bird is perched high in an alder (the German name meaning alder finch is appropriate). The English name siskin is actually derived from the German dialect words Sisschen, Zeischen, which are diminutive forms of Middle High German zîsec and Middle Low German ziseke, sisek, words, which are apparently of Slavic origin.
The strong black and yellow head markings indicate that this is a male; the female is more subdued in colour, with a streaked head.
Widespread breeding species in mixed and coniferous woodlands in Europe with a disjunct population in the Far East.
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My reward after a long time of waiting and waiting again, minutes almost seemed like an eternity.
This little tree frog was sitting - in my eyes - in an uncomfortable and difficult position on a thick grass stem. This could only go one way and that was jumping.
Had taken some extra distance to have some more slack/time should he be kind enough to jump. Faster shutterspeed because there was some movement in the little frog, a little nervous wiggling back and forth on the blade.
Internally I counted down .... Three ... Two ... One .... jump now damn frog JUMP !!! ...... and simultaneously I pressed the shutter release.
My first Tree Frog-in-Flight ever ........... and perhaps the last one too !
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The tree frog or European tree frog (Hyla arborea) is a frog from the family of tree frogs (Hylidae).
The tree frog is found in much of Europe and is the only species of the tree frog family found in Belgium and the Netherlands. The frog lives in open, sunlit areas in relatively densely vegetated and fairly moist habitats near water. It is a tree-dwelling species that lives among the foliage. Its food consists of various invertebrates such as insects, and the frog has various enemies such as birds and mammals. The tree frog is threatened in part of its range by a variety of human activities.
The body length is about 4 to 5 centimeters, the tree frog can be distinguished from all Western European frogs by the uniform light green color on its back and relatively smooth skin without warts like toads or elongated glandular ridges on its back like many true frogs. The tree frog is also the only species in Benelux whose fingers and toes bear adhesive discs. De boomkikker of Europese boomkikker (Hyla arborea) is een kikker uit de familie van de boomkikkers (Hylidae).
De boomkikker komt voor in een groot deel van Europa en is de enige soort uit de familie van de boomkikkers die voorkomt in België en Nederland. De kikker leeft op open, zonbeschenen plekken in relatief dicht begroeide en vrij vochtige biotopen in de buurt van water. Het is een boombewonende soort die zich ophoudt tussen het gebladerte. Het voedsel bestaat uit verschillende ongewervelden zoals insecten en de kikker heeft diverse vijanden zoals vogels en zoogdieren. De boomkikker wordt in een deel van zijn verspreidingsgebied bedreigd door uiteenlopende menselijke activiteiten.
De lichaamslengte is ongeveer 4 tot 5 centimeter, de boomkikker is van alle West-Europese kikkers te onderscheiden door de egale lichtgroene kleur op de rug en de relatief gladde huid zonder wratten zoals padden of langwerpige klierlijsten op de rug zoals veel echte kikkers. De boomkikker is tevens de enige soort in de Benelux waarvan de vingers en tenen hechtschijven dragen.
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respond in a useful way to every difficult situation that decides to walk into your heart :-)
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HGGT!! RESIST!! IMPEACH!!!
one of the views from Rachel's Knoll, Sedona, arizona
After Rachel's death in 2001, the property that the Knoll sits on was sold to Seven Canyons, but with provisions to allow visitors to the site on an ongoing basis. Originally the buyers did not follow through on these provisions, but because of diligent work by Rachel's children and their lawyer, the courts have now declared that Seven Canyons must comply
Imagine the pristine beauty due west of Sedona with nothing but magnificent red rock formations in all directions. For many years, residents of Sedona were allowed to use a very special place in this extraordinary area. It was found on private property in the Long Canyon area and was owned by a woman named Rachel. She purchased this beautiful land, piece by piece, in the early 1970s and then made it available to the residents of Sedona, and all people from around the world.
Her property was perched high above the Long Canyon valley on a knoll which was later to be known as Rachel’s Knoll. To access her property one had to walk about half a mile meandering up a dirt road allowing ample time to experience and honor the drama and magical beauty of the land. Once on the knoll, one would find medicine wheels, seating areas, trails to guide you around to the meditative areas plus one of the most extraordinary red rock views in Sedona.
This land was most sacred to the Native Americans in the area and was used by them for centuries for their ceremonies and inspiration. Rachel knew when she entered this sacred place that it would be her goal to save it for all people so they might enjoy and honor the Native Americans who once lived there.
It was frustratingly difficult to capture any of 'The Cambrian' charters sunlit, but if there was only one location to choose from for a traditional composition, then this would have to be the place. Standard '4MT' 2-6-0 76079 heading the down 'Cambrian', the 1J77 10:04 Machynlleth to Pwllheli, approaching Penhelig, near Aberdovey, at the so-called Picnic Island, during a brief spell of sunshine on 21st August 2009. After several weeks of running the weekday services, the loco was wearing a very pleasing BR era-style patina by this time.
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I am slowly back. After a difficult month my father died last week. And though I will miss him, his quality of life was so little at the end that I am happy for him.
For me is it now time to pick up all I used to do, including making pics. I felt this pic was appropriate, outside of the safety of the house but still near it, looking at the wonders and beauty the world has to offer.
I cannot go back and look at all the beautiful things you guys have made the last month, but I promise to start looking again from now on.
xx Kahlan
sim: silver springs - Hope
texture Joes Sistah
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En difficulté actuellement pour voir des photos car je ne peux pas rester longtemps sur l'ordi, j'essaie donc de visiter les uns et les autres à tour de rôle sans forcément commenter toutes les photos. Merci pour votre compréhension. Bonne fin de semaine à tous.
Melanargia galathea (Schachbrettschmetterling, marbled white) Freiberg, Klosterneuburg, Niederösterreich, Austria. These beautiful butterflies are active all day and hardly rest.
Difficult to translate into English due to the ambiguity of the words "Schnauze voll" (fed up).
In front of the checkout at a DIY store.
Behind it, a butcher's shop with advertising.
Wetzlar
The piedmont mainline is known for it's fast running and difficult chasing. The hotshot intermodal trains are the textbook example of this. Here 212 accelerates out of Greenville at Worley for the run to Linwood, some 150 miles to the north.
It was rather difficult to find any information about the person who gave their name to Camellia japonica 'Contessa Lavinia Maggi' (or just 'Lavinia Maggi'). It appears that a certain Onofrio Maggi cultivated this camellia some time in the middle of the 19th century. We know this, because the Royal Horticultural Society (RHS) awarded it a First Class Certificate (FCC) in 1862. I believe, after some searching, that this was Onofrio Maggi di Gradella (1809 - 1880). This Onofrio had a daughter Lavinia (1862 - 1935), of whom all I know that she was married to two men of the local nobility, Carlo Guaineri and Francesco Dionisi Piomarta, and had one son with her second husband, the marchese Ottavio Dionisi Piomarta. None of these seem to have had any greater historical significance.
The old Tholtan ruins of Crammag sit above the southern end of Sulby Reservoir in a really remote and difficult to reach location. With this image I wanted to capture the dynamic between man and nature, with man often winning the battle but ultimately always losing the war. Crammag is very much the kind of place where you’re almost guaranteed to have it all to yourself. Perfect! 👌
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Rescued in August 2012. The two little guests remained to our house for 1,5 month until they were adopted from a veterinary's family! By the way, it is very difficult to find an adoption for cats, you have to be a very efficient "matchmaker"!
In the meantime, the experienced teacher Zoro undertook their basic education with success...
The - temporarily - 6 members cat family lived exciting moments...!
...to be continued...
Marsh Tit - Poecile palustris
Globally, the marsh tit is classified as Least Concern, although there is evidence of a decline in numbers (in the UK, numbers have dropped by more than 50% since the 1970s, for example). It can be found throughout temperate Europe and northern Asia and, despite its name, it occurs in a range of habitats including dry woodland. The marsh tit is omnivorous; its food includes caterpillars, spiders and seeds. It nests in tree holes, choosing existing hollows to enlarge, rather than excavating its own. A clutch of 5–9 eggs is laid.
Marsh and willow tits are difficult to identify on appearance alone; the races occurring in the UK and are especially hard to separate. When caught for ringing, the pale 'cutting edge' of the marsh tit's bill is a reliable criterion; otherwise, the best way to tell apart the two species is by voice. Plumage characteristics include the lack of a pale wing panel (formed by pale edges to the secondary feathers in the willow tit), the marsh tit's glossier black cap and smaller black 'bib', although none of these is 'completely reliable'; for example, juvenile marsh tits can show a pale wing panel. The marsh tit has a noticeably smaller and shorter head than the willow tit and overall the markings are crisp and neat, with the head in proportion to the rest of the bird (willow tit gives the impression of being 'bull-necked').
A measure of the difficulty in identification is given by the fact that, in the UK, the willow tit was not identified as distinct from marsh tit until 1897. Two German ornithologists, Ernst Hartert and Otto Kleinschmidt, were studying marsh tit skins at the British Museum and found two wrongly-labelled willow tits amongst them (two willow tit specimens were then collected at Coalfall Wood in Finchley, north London, and that species was added to the British list in 1900).
In the end she opted for a book on flowers. Good choice, I think. :)
For those of you who are interested in scale, the books (which have turnable pages) are ¾" high. The little mouse is hand crocheted from mohair and her dress is hand knitted.
Yellow gorse in the hedgerows and a lone daisy !!!
Common gorse is a robust evergreen shrub
and widespread in the UK. It flowers January-June.
It's leaves are needle sharp, and the flowers are coconut perfumed.
[ Bellis perennis ] The Common daisy.
It is also commonly known as Bruisewort.
It habitually colonies And is difficult to eradicate.
Very difficult to choose the one shot for today so I've uploaded a few more in my photostream. Seen on today's stroll around Nant Y Fendrod aka known as Swansea Vale Duckpond. I counted ten ducklings in total but was holding my breath because there were two thugs, I mean black backed gulls also in the vicinity - these would have been an easy meal for them