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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.
Kayabukinosato
かやぶきの里
The thatched roof seems to be difficult to maintain, but it looks good.
かやぶきの屋根、維持管理は大変そうですが、格好良いです。
Miyama-cho, Kyoto pref, Japan
A difficult building to photograph, it is in a canyon of high buildings, there is a very busy traffic intersection and the subway exits from under the front of the building.
Atacama's Desert
Breathtaking views that made it worth it to face a cold of -10° Celsius (14° Fahrenheit), plus a very strong wind that made it difficult even to take a few steps, and that almost made me fly... :)
Lever du soleil à Piedras Rojas, dans le Désert d'Atacama
Des vues à couper le souffle qui ont fait valoir la peine de faire face à un froid de -10° Celsius (14° Fahrenheit), plus un vent très fort qui nous a presque empêché de faire quelques pas, et qui a failli me faire voler... :)
Nascer do sol em Piedras Rojas, no Deserto de Atacama
Um visual de tirar o fôlego que fez valer a pena enfrentar um frio de -10° Celsius (14° Fahrenheit), acrescido de uma fortíssima ventania que tornava difícil até mesmo dar alguns passos, e que por pouco não me carregou pelos ares... :)
Thanks for stopping by!
Husband & me decided to a local walk along the Jurassic coast yesterday (14th Jan 25) starting in Lulworth Cove & ending back in Lulworth. It is quite a difficult walk with some steep ups & downs. The weather up until mid afternoon was the best we have probably had in months.
The coastline in this area is part of the Jurassic coast, a UNESCO World Heritage site.
Kentmere 100 rated at 64 ASA, developed in Rodinal 1:25 for 9 minutes. Though I found this development dilution/time for this film, it resulted in severely overdeveloped negatives. Never again, Rodinal. I've come to hate the stuff.
Also, I am getting rid of my remaining stock of Kentmere 120. It lacks sharpness and high value definition, and images from it are difficult to edit. There's a kind of flatness to the results. It's a fine film for students and those who have to stay on-budget, but otherwise it lacks charisma.
Rolleiflex 2.8 E Planar.
This year we end the Seven Days of Thanksgiving series in Paprihaven on the day after. Why? While it is wonderful to have a day set aside specifically to acknowledge our impossible debt to God by expressing our gratitude, every day should truly be a day of thanksgiving. After the amazing celebration at the Simmons,* the girls are back at Tracy's house.
Tracy: Wow. So tired. What a great time. Thank you, God.
Buckley: I'm so stuffed! I'll sleep on this bench if I can't make it upstairs.
Tracy: Who said you're staying here??
Buckley: You gotta be responsible, Trace! You can't let me drive home in this condition.
Briar: HAHAHA!
Tracy: You're not drunk! You don't even drink!
Buckley: I'm loaded with tryptophan. I can't make it. I'm DONE FOR, offissaaAAaa!
Briar: HAHA! What's 'trippafan'?
Tracy: It's an amino acid in turkey that people say makes you sleepy. I think what happened is we all just ate too much.
Briar: I ate sooooo much! I looooved that corn casserole! Who made that?
Tracy: I think Honor did.
Buckley: Ooohhh, I'm gonna pop. Let's just all get in bed, under the covers, and tell stories til we fall asleep.
Briar: That's FUN!
Buckley: But y'all GOTTA CARRY ME UUUUUUP!
Briar: HAHAHA!
Tracy: Oh, good grief. I'm stuck with both of you tonight. Are you sure you even have homes? You're always here.
Buckley: Oh! Haha! On Paprichat, Sheila Harper posted a video of her poodle grabbing a piece of turkey from the table!
Briar: I want to see that!
Tracy: Can you not be on your phone for like two seconds? And, I want to see too. And, who's Sheila Harper?
Buckley: She's got that pretty green Jaguar? Always real shiny? **
Tracy: Oh, yes.
Briar: I wanna see the video!
Buckley: Then come over here.
Briar: Can't move. You come over here.
Buckley: Uh uh.
Briar: BuuUUUUCK!!!
Buckley: You're outta luck, kid.
*WOOF!*
Briar: Hey, Biff!
Buckley: The Biffster!
Tracy: Wow, what a great day. And now we're just chilling. Peace. Joy. Love. God is good.
Buckley: All the TIME!
Briar: All the time!
Tracy: And, all the time...
Buckley: God is GOOD!
Briar: God is good!
Tracy: Bible challenge, then we somehow struggle upstairs. God's loving kindness. Psalm 117:2, "For His lovingkindness is great toward us, and the truth of the Lord is everlasting. Praise the Lord!"
Briar: Psalm 63:3, "Because Your lovingkindness is better than life, my lips will praise You."
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Tracy: Buckley...
Buckley: Um... What's the one? "Please answer me God because you are loving and kind... and compassionate?"
Tracy: Close enough! Psalm 69:16, "Answer me, O Lord, for Your lovingkindness is good; According to the greatness of Your compassion, turn to me." Okay, upstairs! Up!
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
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God wants you to give thanks.
Well, Thanksgiving came and went. Did your gratitude last beyond your afternoon nap? For many, that’s the extent of their thanksgiving—a one-time, get-it-out-of-the-way holiday that reminds them to reflect on how blessed they are. Too often and too quickly, people resort back to being ingrates. But God wills us to be thankful all the time, in all things. That’s the point of 1 Thessalonians 5:18 where Paul says, “In everything give thanks; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” So if you’re saved, Spirit-filled, sanctified, submissive, and suffering, you have one thing left to do in order to follow God’s will—be saying thanks.
Paul’s simple, direct command—in everything give thanks—allows believers no excuse for harboring ingratitude. In everything carries an unlimited requirement. It refers to everything that occurs in life. With the obvious exception of personal sin, we are to express thanks for everything. No matter what struggles or trials, God commands us to find reasons for thanking Him always (Acts 5:41; James 1:2-3; 1 Peter 1:6-9). That’s His will.
If you’re not obeying that command, you’re not following God’s will. Think of it like this: If gratitude doesn’t come easy for you, neither will finding God’s will. Or to put it another way, if you struggle with being thankful, you’ll struggle with following God’s will. Need some motivation? Here are some reasons God wills you to be thankful:
God commands it:
Gratitude should come naturally to believers in response to all God has done on their behalf, but because of our hardness of heart, God enjoins us to thanksgiving with commands (Philippians 4:6; Colossians 2:7; 1 Thessalonians 5:18). Therefore, all forms of ingratitude are sinful. Paul commanded the Colossians, “And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body; and be thankful” (Colossians 3:15).
When Paul describes the believer’s Spirit-filled life, he writes, “speaking to one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody with your heart to the Lord; always giving thanks for all things in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ to God, even the Father” (Ephesians 5:20). God doesn’t merely command those expressions of gratitude and leave believers helpless to comply. He enables us to articulate them (Philippians 2:13), and is pleased when we do.
Joni Eareckson Tada, who was involved in an accident that left her paralyzed from the neck down, writes, “Giving thanks is not a matter of feeling thankful, it's a matter of obedience.”
Thankfulness acknowledges God’s sovereignty:
The single, greatest act of worship you can render to God is to thank Him. It’s the epitome of worship because through gratitude, we affirm God as the ultimate source of both trial and blessing—and acknowledge our humble acceptance of both.
With a thankful heart, you can say in the midst of anything, “God be praised.” That kind of attitude looks beyond the circumstance to the plan of God. It sees beyond the pain to the sovereignty of God. It remembers, “God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose” (Romans 8:28). An attitude of thankfulness enables us to deal with those who wrong us, saying with Joseph, “As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good” (Genesis 50:20). Those who are thankful see the providential hand of God everywhere and say, “God, I thank You for the peaceful times as well as the hard times—a difficult marriage, a challenging job, a severe illness—because I know You will use those things for my good and Your glory.”
The grateful Christian remembers that suffering perfects, confirms, strengthens, and establishes him (1 Peter 5:10). God wills that kind of thankfulness.
God judges ingratitude:
William Shakespeare wrote, “How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child. Ingratitude thou marble hearted fiend.” If Shakespeare understood the hostile attitude behind thanklessness, imagine what God must think about it.
Ingratitude is the very essence of an unregenerate heart, ranking among the most intolerable sins in Scripture. The apostle Paul identified unbelievers as ungrateful: “For even though they knew God [through conscience and general revelation], they did not honor Him as God or give thanks, but they became futile in their speculations, and their foolish heart was darkened” (Romans 1:21). Because man in his pride fails to honor and glorify God as Creator, he also refuses to thank Him for His gracious provision. Ingratitude betrays unbelief, and both sins bring about God’s judgment.
Although God is the source of every good thing that men possess—giving life, breath, rain, sunshine, and other natural blessings to the just and unjust alike (Matthew 5:45; Acts 14:15–17)—the natural man refuses to thank Him. In his fallen mind, to thank God is to acknowledge his own obligation to worship Him.
In summary, God wills our being thankful in all things because gratitude is the ultimate expression of a transformed heart. But thanklessness can infest and destroy a church, marriage, family and home. So cultivate a heart of gratitude. Be thankful for all things and in all circumstances. That’s God’s will. Are you following it?
- John MacArthur, adapted from God Wants You To Give Thanks
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* As seen yesterday!
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/54950920265
** As seen in BP 2021 Day 107!
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/51121244013/
Previous Days of Thanksgiving on Paprihaven:
2015:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/22949342829/
2016:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/31221411415/
2017:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/37886668344/
2018:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/31063953947/
2019:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/49137396007/
2020:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/50649209702/
2021:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/51704094592/
2022:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/52521485290/
2023:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/53349976036/
2024:
1970 - Fiumicino (Rome) , Italy
Arrivo delle paranze per la vendita diretta del pescato. L'accostamento al molo era realizzato a forza di braccia.
Arrival of fishing boats for the direct sale of the catch. Approaching the pier was made by force of arms.
Another 365 year completed year. For various reasons this was a very difficult year to complete. So I have decided to take the pressure off and take little break this year.
I will still be posting as I think I learn more and more every year because of the challenge to take and edit photos to post.
So I must keep snapping, editing and posting, But maybe not posting every day. 365 more or less, maybe 100x or 52, seems like a better speed for me just now.
The color version of one of my earlier images captured this year using the usual iPhone and Olloclip Macro Lens.
The winter has barely started and I am already thinking of greener times.
Best wishes to all my flickr friends in the new year. I look forward to viewing and being inspired by your images this year.
Edited on the iPad with Snapseed.
The black and white version was posted early this year. If you'd like to compare it can be viewed here: www.flickr.com/photos/firerybroome/24640682956/
About one hundred jackdaws landed in a tree nearby and decided to leave seconds later.
"Oh, I don't know, Daddy, is there a difference between crows and blackbirds?... I think these were crows, hundreds of them... Yes, they attacked the children. Attacked them!"
"There is very definitely a difference, Miss... They're both perching birds, of course, but quite different species... I would hardly think that either species would have sufficient intelligence to launch a massed attack. Their brain pans are not big enough... Birds are not aggressive creatures, Miss. They bring beauty into the world. It is mankind, rather... It is mankind, rather, who insists upon making it difficult for life to exist on this planet. Now if it were not for birds..."
Corvidae
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Woods, stones and flowers: it is difficult to find a better house where to spend your vacation or your retirement days.The Walsers communities understood this centuries ago, but in the wonderful Valsesia they have not forgotten it, and the people continue this splendid architectural tradition.
Characteristic of the Walser people, the ancient rural house or Walser house is built, like all peasant houses in the Alps, in stone (foundations and ground floor, used as a dwelling for men and a stable for animals) and wood mainly of larch (first floor, used as a barn or room for storing cereals).
The external balconies protected by the large overhang of the roof and the wooden mezzanines that run around the house were used to dry agricultural products.
The roofs of these houses are traditionally covered with slate, a characteristic stone of the Western Alps.
Ben lost his Dad when he was 10, this was just over a year later on a trip to a trout farm. So difficult to appreciate how a huge loss at that early age feels like.
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.
Not difficult to understand where Montana came up with it's nickname. This is looking north towards the Beaverhead Mountains of south central Montana, west of Dillon.
I've done this before, but this time with a different camera (Leica M8, Voigtlaender NC 1.4/35 at F16).
Where is she going alone? So far.... To hunt or what could she be up to?
I've often read about the very difficult life of lions... That's what I thought of when I watched this
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Wohin ist sie so alleine unterwegs? So weit.... Um zu jagen oder was könnte sie vorhaben?
Ich habe schon oft von dem sehr schwierigen Leben der Löwen gelesen... Daran dachte ich, als ich das beobachtete.
August 2025
Thank you very much for your interest in my photos. I appreciate it :)
Sony A6000 + E PZ 16-50mm F3.5-5.6
It's quite difficult to get an elevated view of the coast in the tropics, the vegetation grows in profusion everywhere up to 3000m. (10000ft) elevation, this grassy hill, Montaña Redonda, rises relatively close to the coast, and for $27USD you can ride at the back of a pick up truck up the bone jarring jeep road to the summit. The view isn't as spectacular as Alpine lakes or Nordic fjords, but it's an unusual non-drone perspective of the Dominican coast. I didn't enjoy it as much as I should have, my wallet had fallen out of my shorts' pocket into god knows where on the way up, when I discovered that fact I almost had a stroke, but the merchants called the driver who drove me up and he found my wallet in the back of the truck, it ended well after all, but I was a nervous wreck until I was reunited with my wallet.
I tried various cameras and lenses (this one: Fuji X100F) in order to get this right. I am still not happy and will try different camera/lens combos and points of view.
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
Despite the difficult times many of us are going through, Christmas is coming... because Christmas can't be stopped and because Christmas is an opportunity, a wonderful New to be lived and loved. Merry Christmas dear friends with all my heart to you and your beloved!
The nest is usually a bare rock and the colour merges with surroundings so well that it is difficult to make out the presence of the chick. The patterns on the body of the chick are wonderfully suited for the purpose.
Probably one of the most difficult exposures I've had to make. Perched on a slippery wet rock with a huge dynamic range to contend with. Initial efforts either resulted in the sky blowing out, or the mountains (Sgurr an Fheadain in the middle) becoming hopelessly under exposed when an ND grad was applied. Eventually (after a couple of hours and several rain showers) the clouds arranged themselves favourably. A definite Eureka moment when this image appeared on the LCD of my camera!
Nikon D810, Nikkor 24-70 f2.8, Lee landscape Polariser and 0.6 ND grad
Front View
1911 Baker Electric Special Extension Coupe, Model V
In the first decades of the 20th century, electric vehicles seemed poised for primacy. Early internal-combustion engines were rudimentary, dangerous, and difficult to operate, requiring all sorts of pump priming and starter torqueing. Those tasks were uncouth for the wealthy gentlemen who were the automobile’s first customers and downright risky for the era’s women, clothed in voluminous, billowing Edwardian dresses and patriarchal notions of competence. Electric cars, on the other hand, were extremely simple to use. So long as the heavy batteries were maintained and charged, all one had to do was click the on switch, twist the go lever, and roll.
Having founded the American Ball Bearing Company in 1895, Midwestern engineer Walter C. Baker understood the basics of carriage production. This background gave him faith that he could make the leap into car building. Teaming up with his father-in-law and brother-in-law, he started the Baker Motor Vehicle Company in Cleveland in 1899. Seeing the aforementioned advantages inherent in electric vehicles, Baker decided to place his faith in this powertrain.
“Number one, it’s comfortable, and it’s not terribly difficult to drive,” said Stew Somerville, a volunteer mechanic at the Old Rhinebeck Aerodrome museum in upstate New York, which holds a 1911 Baker in its eclectic collection. “But part of the attraction of the electric automobile was the fact that it did not emit gasoline fumes, you didn’t have to crank-start the engine, there was no big wheel to wrestle with. It was a very smooth-handling automobile. You didn’t even have a loud, offensive horn. There’s a dainty little bell to warn of its coming.” Period ads were frequently, although not exclusively, pitched directly at women.
Baker’s first car to market was a two-seater, the Imperial Runabout. Priced at a competitive $850, it was first shown in New York at the city’s (and nation’s) first auto show. It attracted a number of notable buyers, including Thomas Edison, who purchased one as his very first car. (Edison designed the long-lived nickel-iron batteries used in some Baker vehicles.) By 1906, Baker was, briefly, the world’s top producer of electric vehicles.
But like many of his cohort in the emergent automotive industry, Baker wasn’t just in it for the business. He was in it for the speed. As his company was enjoying success in the consumer market, he was pursuing his dream by developing a series of advanced, record-setting racing cars. His first, the Torpedo, was built in 1902, at great personal expense to Baker. With its 11 batteries, 14-hp mid-mounted motor, outrageously low-slung 48-inch height, streamlined and lightweight white-pine and oilcloth body, and bizarre webbed canvas seat restraints, it seemed poised to set a world land speed record.
Sadly, in that year’s Automobile Club of America speed trials on Staten Island, the car was involved in a disastrous crash. After crossing the 1-kilometer (0.6 mile) mark in just over 30 seconds, Baker and his co-driver lost control and crashed into a group of spectators. One person died at the scene, and another died later from injuries. The drivers were both arrested and charged with manslaughter but were freed when it was determined that the crowd had pushed past protective barriers and onto the course. (Baker’s innovative safety harness likely protected the car’s occupants from serious injury.)
Further attempts with two smaller, single-seater race cars he named Torpedo Kid were also employed in pursuit of the land speed record but were subsequently abandoned following another, nonlethal spectator crash in 1903. Baker has often been noted as the first person to cross the 100-mph barrier, although his records weren’t official due to these wrecks.
Given this peril, Baker decided to forgo his quest for top speed. As gasoline-powered vehicles increased in popularity and gained infrastructural support, he shifted his attention instead to diminishing the electric car’s liabilities, particularly their limited range. He worked diligently on new battery designs, shaft drives, and other componentry. In 1910, Baker’s new chief engineer, Emil Gruenfeldt, set a record for distance driven on a single charge, taking a Baker Victoria for a 201-mile trip at an average speed of 12 mph. Not exactly Ludicrous speed, but an impressive feat nonetheless.
Baker’s successes gave the company prominence among the elite, and the company capitalized on this publicly. In advertisements around 1909, the brand boldly boasted about the King of Siam owning a Baker. The company made a similar splash in American politics when President William H. Taft’s administration purchased a 1909 model as one of the White House’s first automobiles. (A steam-powered White and two gasoline-powered Pierce-Arrows were also included, Taft hedging his bets on how the battle of the powertrains was going to play out.) Taft later added a 1912 Baker Victoria that went on to be driven by five First Ladies. The Baker brand maintains some celebrity allure today, with car-collecting comedian Jay Leno holding a 1909 model in his expansive collection.
As a means of offsetting some of the powertrain’s inherent shortcomings, Baker made investments in battery-charging infrastructure. The brand announced plans to open stations at every major intersection in Cleveland and to grow the network from there, although this effort became cost prohibitive and never came to fruition. Expansion into the production of electric trucks, police patrol wagons, and even trucks and bomb handlers for the U.S. Army during World War I was not enough to fend off the rising dominance of the internal-combustion engine, especially after the proliferation of the electric starter, first available on the 1912 Cadillac, significantly increased safety and convenience. By 1915, the Baker company was defunct.
By Brett Berk, Car and Driver
oggi foto nostalgiche
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Difficult to imagine now but in the mid 1950s this bird was an exotic rarity. It arrived from Turkey/the Balkans in small numbers and the rest they say is history. They seem to be more noticeable in gardens again following a decline from around 2005 due to competition with Wood Pigeons and also disease. We now have small numbers visiting the garden regularly.
This is a very difficult scene to expose especially with the film stock I had that did not offer a whole lot of latitude. So I exposed for the highlights and was hoping to recover them in the development. It looks like the scene had too wide of the dynamic range and I wasn't able to capture any detail in the sky. However, the cliff face of El Cap still remains intact, so I am quite content with that. Forgive me, I really needed to crop out the extra white space to make the image look pleasing to my eyes. Perhaps, next time I should try bracketing my exposures and use a tripod, I 'm not sure if I could create some sort of HDR composites with film. Probably worth a try.
Film: Lomochrome Purple
Camera: Rollei 35
A different version.
I got out the old Rolleiflex MX (f3.5 Tessar, 1951) today and loaded it with Ilford Delta 100. I developed it in Adox FX-39. 1:19 for 14 minutes. That little Tessar is a very good performer. I ought to use the Rolleiflex more often.
Because this was really inexpensive (a friend sold it to me for $70 USD) I tend to neglect it, which is a mistake. It has its original focusing screen in it, and I ought to replace it, since it’s really dark and difficult to see in anything less than bright sunlight. Any tips on how to buy and install a better view screen?
Fish ponds? Reality is difficult to tell from above. They don't appear like rice paddies or at least there are no discernible rows of rice. What is obvious is that they were drying up as it is summer season in Makassar these days. Without a doubt, landscapes look different when you are not on the ground.
Makassar, South Sulawesi, Indonesia
check out my 10 tips in aerial photography, part 1 in colloidfarl.blogspot.com/
Difficult to get a clear image of them through the hedgle and I was in a very wet ditch too so they were well protected from people with cameras. They made an awful lot of noise. Thought I wouldn't disturb them so not a very good shot.....☺
Who is looking after your money?
In these days of low or zero interest on savings it's difficult
to know what to do.
Get on with things while you can.
(Who would have predicted a pandemic last Christmas?!)
"When a new day begins, dare to smile gratefully.
When there is darkness, dare to be the first to shine a light.
When there is injustice, dare to be the first to condemn it.
When something seems difficult, dare to do it anyway.
When life seems to beat you down, dare to fight back.
When there seems to be no hope, dare to find some.
When you’re feeling tired, dare to keep going.
When times are tough, dare to be tougher.
When love hurts you, dare to love again.
When someone is hurting, dare to help them heal.
When another is lost, dare to help them find the way.
When a friend falls, dare to be the first to extend a hand.
When you cross paths with another, dare to make them smile.
When you feel great, dare to help someone else feel great too.
When the day has ended, dare to feel as you’ve done your best.
Dare to be the best you can
At all times, Dare to be!”
- Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free
"Morning :))
Hope the last week has been kind
And I hope the weekend will be too
I have been so frickin' busy in orientation the last week
9 to 5...I seriously Do Not know how anyone does it, and still has time to do anything else :/
It like one is locked away the entire day..and when you step out at 5...the whole effin day is over :-p
Well...am glad that is over!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1e8t908XhVI
Will be slowly catching up with all of you xxx
2020 was a difficult and strange year for most of us and much worse for others. The world changed drastically causing pain and loss for so many but we've had to adapt, learning a new way of living. Hope seems to lie around the corner in this new year with vaccines giving chance of a return to more normal times. Good luck to all of you, I hope 2021 brings you good health, happiness and some level of luck, for your families and friends too. Happy New Year!
Always a thrill to feature in Explore, thanks for looking and for your faves and kind comments. I'm very flattered!
Difficult lighting.
Gave my my Nikon an airing today, forgot where all settings should be !
Many thanks for any comments and favs, much appreciated
Exposure was difficult due to the forest gloom and early morning light. The sloth bear is a unique species of bear found in the forests of the Indian subcontinent, including Sri Lanka. Their distinctive appearance and behaviour sets them apart from other bears.
They have shaggy, black fur, which often appears matted and untidy. The fur is longer around the neck, giving them a scruffy, mane-like look. They have a shambolic gait. There is a white chest patch, often V-shaped. Sloth bears have large, powerful jaws, but they do not primarily take larger animal prey. They use their claws for digging and pulling apart rotting logs to find insects, especially termites and ants.
Sloth bears are generally solitary and are largely nocturnal, foraging at night when they can find more insect activity. They are shy and avoid human contact. They are not aggressive unless provoked.
The species is currently classified as Vulnerable by the IUCN. Populations are declining due to habitat loss, human-wildlife conflict and poaching for their body parts.
Sloth bears are known for their loud vocalisations, which include grunts, growls and roars. They are also adept climbers.
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It’s difficult to reach the top
Easy to fall back down
The efforts of a single person
In the end
Even when all the stars line up
Are never enough
Reach out, hold my hand.
Of all the images I’ve taken in the last twelve months, this one, for me, represents the year 2020.
Only half awake, I stand here with my hands in my pockets gazing into the distance, watching the shape of the dunes and the sheer size of it is overwhelming even frightening at 4 am. The only existing light is a star filled sky above me. I could’ve stayed here, watched the day arrive softly with each ray of light warming my skin; I could’ve written a love letter and been perfectly content. But on this day, in October, my goal is to climb up the highest dune and photograph at sunrise. Surrounded by silence, my inner voice tells me: You’ve been here before, you know this place, trust your instincts, trust your heart. Encouraged I begin my journey. But be aware, gravity tests your balance with every step sinking into sand as the mind begins to wander: I’ve left my roots far from here, does it mean I’ve grown? Or will I need to find my way back, because the original source is where life began holding water? Certainly, the rhythm of life has changed as well as the rhythm of each step I take. Intently, I listen to the melody familiar to me -my beating heart, moving forward, here and in life -my life. Just then I see a shooting star; flickering lights in my eyes I whisper: “Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight.” I make a wish and I make it to the top. The rising sun greets with all her glory surrounding me with golden hues as far as I can see. For thousands of years these dunes have been here, yet they stay young: always moving, always changing, separating and reconnecting; it's a life of art in motion. The passage of time right in front of my eyes, like an hourglass -two glass bulbs connected- shifting sands, and I can’t help to think that in this lifetime we are all in search for some form of connection -two hearts connected- to give and to take.
Empty, so empty
When the sun goes down
The human touch far
Where do we belong
What do we hold on
Only time will tell
Twenty twenty.
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This year, sharing art with people around the world, for me, has been rewarding. I believe that we speak a common language created within all of us -making something meaningful with our cameras. Along the way, we see a glimpse of each other's world. Understanding how much we have in common unites us as people no matter where we come from; the earth is home to all of us. Thank you for being here, I wish everyone a wonderful holiday season filled with joy, health and happiness. Above all, I wish you love.
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Difficult for me to comprehend the transformation of my yard in the past week or so. Where a short time ago there was light and air, it's now a dense overgrowth of verdant plant life. It's such a sudden distortion of reality. Trees, bushes, weeds, ivy (much of it of the poisonous variety) have gained the upper hand in my yard defense system. I worked valiantly in early spring to cut back the budding vegetation in hopes of maintaining some open space. And for a while it seemed I had conquered Mother Nature. But she bested me as she always does. I've been squeezed out once again, left to occupy an ever decreasing patch of mowed grass. The square footage just a fraction of where it started. There are literally sections of the yard that are completely off limits to me now, at least until winter. Unreachable absent massive labor to cut my way through the tangle. And to what end? I figure I'll let this go for now and pick some other battle. While doing some maintenance work on the side of my house over the weekend, I came upon vines that had literally attached themselves to the structure. In just a few short weeks they had crept insidiously up toward first floor windows. This is where I made my stand, ripping the vines away and pulling them from the ground. I've ceded the yard, but I can't let them take my house. But I know they'll grow back. No time to let down my guard.
This is again another repost of old picture in 2011.
I never have good luck in landscape shooting. When I went to this Canadian Rockies vacation, I had all kinds of bad weather during the trip. The sky was not clear and the mountains are hiding in the mist and rain etc.
I think the most important skill for amateur photographer is to shoot decent or good pictures in all kinds of weather. What do you think?
The following is the original story of my post.
It is easy to take a wide view. Just swing your head and you will see the panoramic view.
It is difficult to take a wide shot. The wider the view on landscape, the more sky will be included in the scene. We have to make sure there is an interesting sky.
The most difficult part for wide shot is that you need to find an interesting foreground element to guide the view of your readers into the scene.
I am not sure if I had everything in the wide scene but I need to prove I was there. So I still took the wide shot at Emerald Lake regardless.
Happy Friday and weekend!
I would appreciate it a lot if you will tell me whether you like more this wide shot (landscape) or the portrait (vertical) composition in the previous post.
'Andy, there's a watermill difficult to find but we've got to shoot it'.
So went the phone call from Keith Bannister to me.
Well, I found it and took a day off to go today. A watermill needs water to power it, and you guessed it, I picked the wettest day of the century to go!!!
I hiked in carrying a lot of gear, slipped, slid, tripped, slid some more, thank goodness for waterproof socks too as I waded a lot and filled me boots a few times with water, and filled em with shots too.
I am absolutely knackered but you know what? I'm delighted tonight. Thanks Keith Bannister and we'll go together when it's safe and legal. (quick edit with tired arms)
You can choose paths, or you can follow the right path... follow even when it seems that there is no way... I continue the topic of the motion vector in conditions of an excessive number of landmarks :) Thanks for reading!
Work, work, work... That's what I've been up to. It has been very difficult to find the time to make new photographs.
I had a little break today, met a friend and took a nice snowy walk on the field nearby. I thought I'd check on the spaceship that was there before we got snow. Do you remember it? Well, it was still there and it looks as if it's going to be there for the winter: the doors were closed and all lights were off, a tarp was pulled over the cockpit to protect it from the harsh winter weather.
So, here's my friend's snapshot of that ship while I'm too busy to make new photographs. That's me next to the ship, by the way.