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Went shooting with Jackson, should have left this open for much longer to get a nice trail but stopped it due to worrying about light pollution ect as the local town was nearby and this was right next to a road:(
In beautiful BC....he was so engrossed in his treasure hunt with his metal detector that he didn't even hear me click as I walked by. I think my dad would like this one...
~“Life is more than love and pleasure,
I came to dig for treasure.
If you want to play, you gotta pay,
You know it’s always been that way
We all came digging for treasure.”
― Stephen King
“There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy’s life
that he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure.”
- Mark Twain
Very much a working digger.
Our first walk for over two weeks.
The Toft Little Heath Staffordshire UK 2nd January 2019
I've built this thingy nearly three years ago, but never showed it because I didn't like the legs. Last week I saw something similar - but on crawler tracks. Took the inspiration and changed the spindly legs to tracks, which looks much better.
Toy Project Day 3315
On Friday, there was a learning opportunity for the volunteers at Elmwood Park Zoo. Gathered in a classroom, we heard the story of how a zookeeper had trained the two Patagonian maras (large rodents native to South America) to step onto a scale voluntarily, to be weighed.
I cannot go into much detail in this space, but I will put this photo onto a digital screen tomorrow, and explain it to people with whom I work. The process of training these large rodents took about eight months.
Couple of weeks back I posted a hummingbird hawkmoth feeding on a patch of rosemary in Majorca. A few days later it was the turn of this bee fly. This is not obviously B. major because it has a stripy bottom. Any suggestions very welcome.
Stanpit Marsh, Christchurch, East Dorset
Shieldbug Digger Wasp [Astata boops]
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Wouldn't ya know it - went to a boat club and found a digger! Milky Way above from last night in Wellington, beautiful and clear with more good skies for the rest of the week!
Found at La Selva Biological Station, near Puerto Viejo de Sarapiquí. Heredia Province, Costa Rica.
Sphecidae, I believe. A large and beautifully colored species. ID help appreciated.
Found at the Arboleda (Holdridge Arboretum). When I first stumbled upon her, she was hauling a katydid back to her burrow. I didn't get a good shot of that but waited and got several shots as she was exiting her burrow.
Single exposure, uncropped, handheld, in situ. Canon MT-24EX flash unit, Ian McConnachie diffuser.
Digger bee ( Habropoda )
Tech info | 48 natural light exposures
canon mp-e 65mm/f2.8 1-5x macro lens | Metabones Canon EF to Sony E Smart Adapter (Mark IV) | Sony A7
Diggers.
Members of the Camden RSL Sub Branch take their position in a WW2 Jeep in readiness for the 2018 Australia Day procession through the streets of Camden.
Camden, New South Wales, Australia.
Gold Digger...Featuring Jumo at Ferosh
Blog:
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The photo idea and story below were from my amazing friend Chatwick Harpax. If you do not already know him, you should look up his work, his writing should be immortalized in the pages of books. Thank you so much Chatwick!
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“Lust and love by a fine line divided”
It was with a decidedly sweet bitterness that Veronica handled the piles of wealth that lay about her. It was all hers, all of it, and now that she had it, she found herself for the first time pondering at what its price would ultimately be?
It had suddenly, icily, intruded upon her happy thoughts, a line from of one of her Michael’s Sonnets; which, within its verse, told the story of a haunted soul whose actions betrayed her own conscience to the point of critical misery….
“Lust and love by a fine line divided…”
She shook her head to in a failed attempt to regain her happy thoughts; even the necklace she was now holding had suddenly lost its allure…
Veronica, knowing her window of opportunity was shrinking rapidly, was now for the first time in the heady previous few months, trying to rationalize her actions. A crooked path that had led to this climatic treasure trove ….
It had been her love for the impoverished underdog poet Michael that had led her to use her talents as a struggling actress to try making enough money to support them for the rest of their lives. It had been her lust to make that dream become a reality that had made her lure the attentions of Hugh, a wealthy, and arrogantly vain man who collected mistress’s like some men collect fast automobiles, and tossed them aside just as quickly.
It had been Hugh’s so called love for his high born wife that compelled him to keep his line of mistress’s a secret, just as it was his passionate lust for sexual conquests that compelled him to use his considerable wealth to achieving his erotic dreams.
So Veronica had sold her soul to the devil, playing Hugh’s game, all the while planning on how she could achieve her own dreams by planning a game of her own.
The fruition of that game had led to this evening.
Hugh’s high-brow wife was out of town visiting her sister. Veronica was supposed to be waiting at her own apartment to be picked up by Hugh to go to his summer cottage on the lake for the weekend.
Veronica’s fawning best friend Becky, who had not questioned why, had intercepted Hugh at his club, and had managed to cajole him into buying her a drink, Becky had let Veronica know she had been successful, and was obediently occupying Hugh for the next 3 hours.
Giving Veronica the window of opportunity needed to loot the safe located inside the master bedroom Hugh shared with his wife. The room having a secret outside entrance to which Veronica had managed to have a copy of the key made. Veronica would than take her loot, consisting of money and jewels, and hide it in her apartment and then , with feigned innocence, wait for Hugh to make is tardy appearance.
It had all gone so perfectly. So why was she now, of all times, having second thoughts! What was she going to do? She again shook her head, and rising, watching the house cats scurry off, began to collect the bags which held their future. A future of easy living, a future with the love of her life; But then it came back, the words… and she froze as they whispered in her mind, hauntingly whispering with Michaels innocent voice.
Lust and love by a fine line divided,
Upon which her souls’ destiny is ultimately decided,
A path like a daggers edge soon cutting,
Gambling that happiness is something binding…
EXPLORE! Thank you!
My little man, Shorty, Going after a gopher hole. Check out all that dirt action!
A female Field Digger Wasp (Mellinus arvensis) by her nest burrow in our Staffordshire garden. We have very sandy soil which they prefer.
The wasps capture various fly species which they paralyse with a sting and then provision the nest. The wasp larvae feed on the paralysed flies.
A revisit to a digger I shot last year, decided to go a bit OTT this time!
2 frames, 1 for the lighting on the digger, a shaftless v24 for the colour and a led glowstick for the firey wheels, second frame for the big wool burn. What you dont see is me having to stomp out some grass that had started to sizzle on the left!
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