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One of my current identification difficulties when doing the local biodiversity surveys is differentiating between small and Essex skippers. This is in fact a male small skipper (Thymelicus sylvestris) based on the orange underside of his right antenna club tip. According to the literature I should also be able to use the size, shape and orientation of the band of sex scales on his wing. Having spent half an hour going through pictures of male skipper wings I'm not convinced.
So I think ID needs to be based on face shots with sufficient DoF to clearly show the antenna clubs. I just wish somebody would teach the butterflies how to pose.
Photographed in the wetland area in Nannerth Fawr Country Holidays - an area that is currently far from wet with just one spring-fed pond that hasn't dried out.
He had problems getting, and he had problems staying on, but, he eventually made it and rode off into the sunset ..... or at least to the far side of the fair green! Of course, he loved every minute of it!
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The theme of this month. "Sculpture". It was a difficulty to me.
"Look, General Lee, at the insurmountable difficulties between our line and that of the Yankees-the steep hills, the tiers of artillery, the fences, the heavy skirmish line-and then we’ll have to fight our infantry against their batteries. Look at the ground well have to charge over, nearly a mile of that open ground there under the rain of their canister and shrapnel."
-General James Longstreet, First Corps Commander, Army of Northern Virginia
I must admit I had great difficulty identifying this species that appeared to be quite common in Ethiopia's Rift Valley Lakes. I identified them at the time as African Reed Warbler, but the books say that this species is near-identical to European Reed Warbler, and this bird does not look like a Reed Warbler to me. It was a bit too big for Reed Warbler but not big enough for the "really big" reed warblers (Great Reed and Clamorous Reed). It is also very cold-coloured, with short wings and almost no face pattern. I initially discounted Lesser Swamp Warbler because it did not look remotely like the book illustration which had rufescent plumage and a strong face pattern. So I resorted to Flickr and looked at the Photostream of Nik Borrow who is a highly respected ornithologist who has lots of experience in Africa. I looked through his warbler album and found he had photos of birds identical to mine such as this: www.flickr.com/photos/nikborrow/25267251108/in/photolist which he identified as Lesser Swamp Warbler. Nik has now seen the photograph and agrees with the identification.
Lesser Swamp Warbler (Acrocephalus gracilirostris) is widespread in the south and east of Africa but becomes very patchily distributed in the north of its range in sub-Saharan Africa. It also has eight named subspecies, four of which are found in Ethiopia. Nik's bird is subspecies parvus photographed at Lake Awassa, where I photographed mine, and I think mine is the same. But looking at most internet photos of Lesser Swamp Warbler I can see why I initially dismissed it as most birds are rufous with a noticeable pale eyebrow (supercilium). But there is no quality control on internet photos so I don't know which of these are correctly identified. Its scientific name gracilirostris means slender-billed, and it does indeed have a slender bill. Parvus means small, so I think this Ethiopian subspecies is probably not as large as the other races further south.
A typical fishing village, with all its symbols and nostalgia.
Upon arrival, we had some difficulty choosing the best perspective along the main road, one that would capture the sea, the town, and its main church. All were charming.
The old church (photos 3-5) was the place we chose to linger for a while, to experience the sounds of the waves, the mild temperature. The decision not to restore the ruin seemed perfect. It's charismatic and mysterious.
Interestingly, we later discovered it wasn't the last earthquake that partially destroyed it, but rather a storm/hurricane in the late 19th century. It's undoubtedly among our top ten favourite spots on the island.
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Uma típica vila piscatória, com todos os seus símbolos e nostalgia.
Na estrada principal, à chegada, tivemos dificuldade em escolher a melhor perspectiva, que enquadrasse o mar, a povoação e a sua igreja matriz. Todas nos agradaram.
A igreja velha (fotos 3-5) foi o local que escolhemos para permanecer um pouco, sentir o som das ondas, a temperatura amena. A decisão de não restaurar a ruína pareceu-nos perfeita. É carismática, misteriosa.
Curiosamente, soubemos depois, não foi o último terramoto que a destruiu parcialmente, mas sim um temporal/furacão nos finais do Século XIX. Está, sem dúvida, entre os nossos dez locais preferidos na ilha.
Some people have difficulty telling Goshawks from Sparrowhawks because their adult plumages are quite similar. But juvenile Goshawk is highly distinctive with its buff wash and large teardrop-shaped markings, which is nothing like juvenile Sparrowhawk which has barred underparts, like this: www.flickr.com/photos/timmelling/50276720518/in/photolist You can just see a couple of adult barred feathers in the Goshawk's armpit, the start of its moult to adult plumage when it will look like this: www.flickr.com/photos/timmelling/52767497031/in/photolist You can also see that this bird has a bulging crop, a sign it has just fed. This immature female was photographed in the wild in the Peak District.
I had a "big" week for photographing owls regurgitating undigestible waste, catching the action in a Great Gray and a Northern Hawk Owl. Normally I would not post such pictures, but the Hawk Owl incident was somewhat amusing.
The Hawk Owl's pellet was enormous, causing abnormal difficulty in ejecting it. But the funny part came afterwards, as the Hawk Owl, perhaps in relief or pride of accomplishment, watched it the entire way as it fell to the ground. The picture shows the owl watching the pellet drop.
One of the difficulties about photographing the Alaska Railroad is that immediately after departing Anchorage they plunge into Elmendorf AFB and then Fort Richardson. At one time they had a recreation pass system that allowed access to the pass and a chance for photos like this one of the Southbound Star at the south end of Reves siding. Unfortunately they did away with that program.
I am back but with difficulty. My eye is healing, but I can't see well yet. I will struggle even more now, since my right eye is the distance eye, and is unable to focus up close. My old glasses won't work at all, so I'm really hoping that my vision will come back quickly. While cataract surgery is very quick, the healing process takes much longer. So many drops were necessary to get my eye to dilate properly that even 13 hours after the fact, I look like an alien and can't focus properly.
All that said, I wanted to post something, just to see if I could. It wasn't easy, but I can still edit a photo, so hopefully it will only be up from here!
Thank you for your prayers and good thoughts, my friends! I still need them. I can't be on much for a while, as this was very difficult, and my eyes are quite tired. I'll let you know how the follow up goes.
This shot is another from St. Augustine and its lovely architecture.
Ah-Shi-Sle-Pah Wilderness, New Mexico.
Exploring Ah-Shi-Sle-Pah was quite an adventure. The first difficulty was finding a way down from the rim to the wash. We followed the mustangs' hoof prints and droppings. They led us to a path which was very easy to climb down, where the wild horses were waiting for us, watching us warily from a safe distance.
The second problem was the weather: Hovering storm clouds promised buckets of rain in the foreseeable future. We didn't want to get caught, unable to climb the rim again on soaked, slippery clay. So we really had to hurry to get at least some pictures.
Moremi Game Reserve
Okavango Delta
Botswana
Southern Africa
Botswana has the largest elephant population on the continent due to tight protection and civil unrest in neighbouring countries. The relative difficulty in accessing the wildlife areas coupled with the military threat to poachers has allowed the elephant population in Botswana to grow.
The Chobe River front was once only a part of the ancient elephant migration routes but with civil war in Angola and the war of liberation in Namibia the elephants fell victim to mass poaching.
Rival armies were killing elephants for target practice and to sell ivory for weapons. The elephants reacted to this threat by not crossing Chobe River, instead the Chobe then became the dry season refuge for the herds and over the years the numbers built up and the reputation of Chobe grew.
There have been incidents of poaching in Botswana, mainly rhino, but the government decided to set up a military task force in the fight against the scourge. Poachers were ruthlessly dealt with and the task force became a full-time anti-poaching unit.
The end of the war in Namibia, and relative peace having returned to Angola, the elephants have slowly but surely started moving across the Chobe River again. There are many elephants that have not had the experience of the migration routes and still see Chobe as a dry season refuge.
The Linyanti area of Botswana was once a hunting concession but in the past 10 years, with only photographic tourism being offered, the elephants are starting to return en masse to the region and Linyanti today is being touted as equal to Chobe when it comes to elephant experience.
Other areas of Botswana such as the Okavango Delta also see high concentrations of elephant due to the permanent water source.
“The difficulties you meet will resolve themselves as you advance. Proceed, and light will dawn, and shine with increasing clearness on your path.” ~ Jim Rohn
Hot, overcast, and stormy all day long, but the sun did make a brief experience late this afternoon much like what we experienced when we visited the Upper Terrace at Mammoth Hot Springs this past winter. Between the gray skies, snow covered trees, hoar frost, and steam from all the thermal features, it was truly a surreal experience...if you haven't visited in the winter, it's highly recommended :-)
Enjoy the rest of your evening and have a great Sunday....thanks for all your visits & support!!!!!
The difficulty of taking a selfie with an old 35mm camera. AKA the reason selfies didn't exist in the 80s😂
Challenge: Dal Selfie
Just a note to advise due to serious Technical Difficulties this will be my last post until my computer can be repaired, restored, rebooted or ultimately replaced.
Because of the latest computer update, posting, editing, commenting or doing just about anything on my computer has become nearly impossible for the past few days. I am now forced to face the fact my computer is a dinosaur on its way to extinction. You have NO idea what it took just to prepare this simple edit.
While a new one is in my immediate future - not being technically savvy by any stretch of the imagination makes this a frightening endeavor. Hopefully the transfer goes smoothly and I haven't lost anything too important... except perhaps my mind.
Please stand by....
I read that some would find difficulty in finding subject matter to photograph for this week's Macro Mondays' group theme "Seeds". Lucky me then; I just opened a kitchen cupboard and there on a rack, in among all the other herbs and spices, were quite a number of bottles/jars containing a variety of seeds used in cooking. Commiserations to anyone unable to find anything to photograph for this week's theme.
You may have found some amusement watching me painstakingly picking up individual seeds with a pair of eyebrow tweezers to place on the gluey bit but, other than that, I found this theme not too onerous to accomplish. Let's hope the end result meets with some approval cos I quite like it, :)
The seeds from left to right as you look are: Mustard, Sesame, Caraway, Coriander, Cumin and Fennel.
HMM to all in the group.
Was having difficulty with my account - lost a bunch of images and believe it was a sync issue. If you have fav'd / commented before I apologize for any confusion and thank you for your understanding (much grr) :( So far, all seems okay once again.
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I had difficulty making the shadow a reality in a single photo. Therefore, I had to overwrite the shadow of the angel with a second photo (composing).
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Fiber optic cable is being installed citywide for the very first time. As you can see there are a few reasons many homeowners are not pleased with the "progress" but this is the price we pay for an advancement in technology!
Fortunately we only have a small patch on our front lawn which was disturbed & have escaped relatively unscathed.
It's just after 5 AM, and Pan Am's WAPO is finally passing through Belgrade. With a trio of blue dipped GP40-2Ws and a Guilford gray GP40 for power, they won't have too much difficulty moving their 62 car train across central Maine. I was hoping that they would make it through here right before the sun rose, but as it normally goes, that didn't happen.
April 23, 2015 on our trip to the blipmeet at Wanaka, Central Otago in New Zealand. www.polaroidblipfoto.com/browse/me
Our first morning in Cromwell. We woke to heavy fog which took a while to lift. We have arrived at Mt Difficulty Estate Winery so John can do some tasting.
The unique microclimate of the Bannockburn area is partially created by the presence of Mount Difficulty which overlooks the southern Cromwell basin, and is the namesake of Mt Difficulty Wines. Mount Difficulty is integral in providing low rainfall and humidity for the region. Bannockburn enjoys hot summers, a large diurnal temperature variation and long cool autumns; conditions which bring the best out of the Pinot Noir grapes. These conditions, along with soils which are ideal for viticulture, provide an excellent basis not only for Pinot Noir, but also for Pinot Gris, Riesling, and Chardonnay. The soils are a mix of clay and gravels, but all feature a high pH level; grapes produce their best wines on sweet soils.
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I was down in lovely San Diego, California in June to visit family, and got the chance to do some hiking in Mission Trails Regional Park. It's a semi-arid landscape of mountains with trails of varying difficulty. The smells of desert plants in June as the weather turns hot are intense and wonderful. A river runs through it as well. Most of us would call it a creek, but in them thar parts it's a river.
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Keep Calm and Remember to Breathe
Have you ever had difficulty breathing?
Or do you even remember a time, when you were not breathing? Most probably the answer is no, unless you've had asthma - or have asthma.
Most people don't know what the sensation is like; the fear of your windpipe closing up, the fear of not having enough air, the fear of not getting oxygen to keep going.
The thought of having to rely on an inhaler so you won't have an attack, the reminder that basically you're carrying around something that could save your life. It's an unpleasant, reluctant feeling. That panicky moment when your hands are scrabbling in your bag for your inhaler because you feel like you can't breathe. The short gasps for air escaping from your mouth as your heart rate accelerates exponentially. The knowledge that people's eyes flit and land on you when you're taking a puff on your inhaler; the judgement passed as they automatically jump to ridiculous conclusions; and the sensation that now everyone thinks you're physically weak - they all contribute to the ongoing emotional struggle.
If you haven't guessed by now, I'm an asthmatic - an on/off one, meaning I can go long spans of time without having it, and after a while it appears again. Right now, I'm supposed to be on an inhaler for three times a day. I can feel myself resisting it. Showing any sign of weakness makes me feel overly emotionally exposed to everyone, and I consider this- this medical condition, a weakness. I have managed to bury most of my emotions from public view for so long it's begun to feel normal.. I really don't want to feel fragile in front of anyone.
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“Jungle stories by Jim Corbett merit as much popularity and as wide a circulation as Rudyard Kipling’s Jungle Books. Kipling’s Jungle Books were fiction, based on great knowledge of jungle life; Corbett’s stories are fact, and fact is often stranger than fiction.”
~M.G. Hallett (Introduction; Man-Eaters of Kumaon)
To the world, Jim Corbett is a little-known naturalist who rose to some fame in early 1900s hunting several maneaters in India’s Kumaon region. To Kumaonis, people from the densely forested Himalayan foothills of Kumaon, Jim Corbett was a savior. He was called upon on numerous occasions to alleviate terrors of man-eating tigers and leopards that roamed large regions and killed tens to hundreds of hapless men, women, and children who needed to venture into the jungle for their livelihood. To locals, Jim Corbett was not a hunter or a killer, he was their protector. Born in India of European ancestry, Jim Corbett loved the country and her people (“In my India, the India I know, there are four hundred million people, ninety percent of whom are simple, honest, brave, loyal, hard-working souls whose daily prayer to God…, is to give them security of life and of property...”; My India). Returning the love and doffing her hat to his status and posthumous influence in the region, India named her first national park after him (The Jim Corbett National Park).
Jim Corbett was also a writer extraordinaire, a fact often ignored in favor of his fame as the celebrated hunter. He hunted alone (“I have made it a hard and fast rule to go alone when hunting man-eaters, for if one’s companion is unarmed it is difficult to protect him, and if he is armed, it is even more difficult to protect oneself”), and he wrote alone producing prose that effortlessly took readers on nerve wrecking expeditions of hunting man-eaters. He shot with a long rifle and wrote in long sentences. Both his rifle and his sentences often met their targets. Take the following as an example:
"Dansay was an Irishman steeped to the crown of his head in every form of superstition, in which he had utter and complete belief, and it was therefore natural for him to tell his ghost stories in a very convincing manner. According to Dansay, a banshee was an evil female spirit that resided in dense forests and was so malignant that the mere hearing of it brought calamity to the hearer and his family, and the seeing of it death to the unfortunate beholder. Dansay described the call of a banshee as a long drawn-out scream, which was heard most frequently on dark and stormy nights. These banshee stories had a fearful fascination for me, for they had their setting in the jungles in which I loved to roam..." (Jungle Lore)
If you are not already spooked, you’re by now, at least, very curious about Dansay’s Banshee. I will let Jim tell you all about it:
"As on the evening of the storm a wind was blowing, and after I had been standing with my back to a tree for some minutes, I again heard the scream. Restraining with difficulty my impulse to run away, I stood trembling behind the tree and after the scream had been repeated a few times, I decided to creep up and have a look at the banshee. … —with my heart beating in my throat— I crept forward as slowly and as noiselessly as a Shadow, until I saw Dansay’s banshee.
In some violent storm of long ago a giant of the forest had been partly uprooted and had been prevented from crashing to the ground by falling across another and slightly smaller giant. The weight of the bigger tree had given the smaller tree a permanent bend, and when a gust of wind lifted the bigger one and then released it, it swayed back on to the supporting tree. At the point of impact the wood of both trees had died and worn as smooth as glass, and it was the friction between these two smooth surfaces that was emitting the terrifying scream. Not until I had laid the gun on the ground and climbed the leaning tree and sat on it while the scream was being repeated below me, was I satisfied that I had found the terror that was always at the back of my mind when I was alone in the jungles. From that day I date the desire I acquired of following up and getting to the bottom of every unusual thing I saw or heard in the jungles and for this I am grateful to Dansay for, by frightening me with his banshee, he started me on the compiling of many exciting and interesting jungle detective stories.” (Jungle Lore)
Locating and ‘getting to the bottom of the unusual sight’ above during our recent trip to the verdant national park, Rishabh said, ‘it looks like a scene from a videogame’. It was indeed a scene. It was Jim Corbett’s scene, which reminded me all about his Banshee and how not to be afraid of the unknown but be eagerly curious about it.
The difficulty we modern Christians face , is not misunderstanding the Bible—but persuading our untamed hearts to accept its plain instructions!
Our problem is that our world-loving minds, is that we do not submit Jesus as Lord in fact, as well as in word. For it is one thing to say, "Lord, Lord"—and quite another thing to obey the Lord's commandments. We may sing, "Crown Him Lord of all," and rejoice in the tones of the loud-sounding organ and the deep melody of harmonious voices—but still we have done nothing until we have left the world, and set our faces toward the city of God in hard practical reality. When faith becomes obedience—then it is true faith indeed.
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More from the archives. I had misfiled a lot of photos from 2012 and finally found them a couple of months ago. Just sorting through them now. I had forgotten about the Savannah photos. Another backyard photo...
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“The pessimist sees difficulty in every opportunity. The optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.” -Winston Churchill
Irrespective of the general stigma, Beauty does exist in the south west of Sydney.
This is a popular location for wedding photography, working close by one day i managed to capture a few nice compositions.
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- Botanical Gardens
- Auburn, Sydney, NSW, Australia
- Nikon D800
- Nikorr 16-35mm f/4
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I have immense difficulties coming to terms with these sedentary, yet extraordinary, insects and admit to barely understanding their biology, taxonomy or physiology. As sap-suckers, they are generally considered pests by hobby gardeners and the agricultural industry alike.
The fringe of "fingers" (no they are not legs) are secreted by special glands on the body of the female and is a by-product of sucking sap from the plant. Another similar by-product is honeydew which many scale insects secrete to feed ants and in return earn an ever-reliable security guard service.
Males have one pair of wings and look completely different.
Pu'er, Yunnan, China
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This is sort of an interim post and you’ve definitely seen this character not too long ago. This is more about the difficulties that I had with the lens and not the capture of the alligator. You can take it either way.
I contacted Adorama and they have no problems with me returning the Sigma lens and so have made the decision to do that. I know that a number of you use that lens and I’ve seen the results and that is one of the major reasons why I purchased the lens to begin with. The first shots were pretty bad with all of the images being soft. I tried for three days to dial in the right adjustments to get the lens to communicate with the D7500, but no matter which way I went on the adjustments, the lens just never returned a decently sharp shot.
I made the decision to return the lens last night and after talking to Adorama, it was sort of a no-brainer. I know that I am losing 100mm of zoom range in the process, but I’ve gone with the Nikon 200-500. It’s going to mount to the camera and there’ll be no problem (I hope) with the camera and the lens talking to each other.
I’ve never had to calibrate a lens before and it was just beyond what I was capable of and never got the Sigma dialed in properly. The decision has been made and that’s what I am running with.
This setup is an interim setup and down the road, I’ll be exploring the new Fuji cameras and they will be APS-C with the Fuji 200-600 lens…that that is getting WAY ahead of things.
I have yet to go out and solo the canoe again and hopefully I can make that happen next week. I’m not going to take any camera gear along until I am sure that the capsizing incident wasn’t something wrong internally. I know that I’m no longer 45 and I also know that balance issues can become a problem when you reach 77+ years of age. I’ll take things step by step, but don’t expect anything new for a week or two. I’m going to have to do a bit of diving into the archive.
I’m heading out in a bit to drop the lens off at UPS and get the return ball rolling. The new lens is on the way. I do still have all of my old Nikon gear and have snapped the 80-400 on the new D7500 and we’ll see what happens. It will be late this evening or over the weekend when I have time to get back to everyone.
Also want to wish everyone well that is experiencing the troubling storms that are sweeping across out nation and this part of the world. Nothing normal here and just hope everyone stays safe and warm. Have a wonderful weekend.
This is a closeup of the 10 footer that I posted earlier. A bit more detail on those somewhat different white lines between the gray markings. Photo taken on Horsepen Bayou in Alligator Alley.
My apologies for the EXTREMELY LONG narrative.
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"The greater the difficulty, the more the glory in surmounting it". - Epicurus
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The difficulty with sharing these photos is that they are part of a series, with a theme - the idea of ‘reading’ a region through its signs, its architecture, its culture and aesthetic. Posting photos sequentially doesn’t really translate the same way - the casual viewer who stumbles across this image, for instance, probably sees simply another travel photo of an interesting church or building - which it is, of course, but in the context of the series it has other meanings too, which too easily are overlooked or lost.
Still, in the spirit of signs and themes, here is a frontal view of the Benedictine Arch-Abbey of Kloster Beuron, in the upper Danube Valley in Baden Wurttemberg. I hope you enjoy it.
Due to the difficulty I encountered in mounting and demounting the 6ft image of Our Lady of the Immaculate Conception in the Cebu Metropolitan Cathedral, whose Camarero is yours truly, I decided to have a smaller image made for the yearly procession.
This image was commissioned from the shop of Marcial and Nena Bernales. The original vestments had to be changed this year, as it is already five years old. It is properly stored for future use.
This image reigns as our Queen and Mother all year round, right in the sala of our small house. She has an urn, and her humongous "bastidores" have to be removed for the smaller ones, or she wouldn't fit inside.
This is a de bastidor type of religious sculpture.