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of the past from which one can at leisure pluck bittersweet experiences of times gone by and relive them :-)
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hedrick pond overlook, grand tetons national park, wyoming
The little stone church of St. Mary and St. Finnan on the shores of Loch Shiel at Glenfinnan caught my eye. It reminds me to keep faith and not to despair.
I still believe in my fellow citizens; that a tsunami is coming at the ballot box in November and the most corrupt, demonstrably ignorant and unfit, monstrous presidency in our history will soon be checked and eventually discarded to the dustbin of history. I can only hope that many lessons have been learned.
"You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is like an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty."
~ Mahatma Gandhi
Here in Diano Marina on the Italian Riviera, a new waste concept has been in place for a few weeks. Whereas up to now the waste was disposed of in separate containers every 500 metres, you now have to put a bag with one type of waste in front of your door every day: Monday, Wednesday, Friday green waste, Tuesday paper and cardboard, Thursday plastic and metal and Friday indifferent waste.
I can see all sorts in here - isn't nature amazing?
(I found this in a bucket next to the dustbin this morning. Nearly froze my thumb off photographing it! I seem to be getting better with the macro filters anyway.)
* Wells has so many historical buildings that one is spoilt for choice. The Cathedral is obviously outstanding but I particularly liked this little street called Vicars Close. The houses were built in 1363 with the chimneys added around 1470. An intact medieval street that is not a museum but a fully lived in place . I walked past everyday and it was amusing to see on Thursday that the dustbins were out ready for collection . Not a good day to visit Wells if you want a clear shot of the Close . This shot was taken about 6.30 am just before sunrise it was hand held
Vicars' Close is claimed to be the oldest purely residential street with original buildings surviving intact in Europe. John Julius Norwich called it "that rarest of survivals, a planned street of the mid-14th century".It comprises numerous Grade I listed buildings, comprising 27 residences (originally 44), built for Bishop Ralph of Shrewsbury, a chapel and library at the north end, and a hall at the south end, over an arched gate. It is connected at its southern end to the cathedral by way of a walkway over Chain Gate.
The houses on either side of the close were built in the 14th and the iconic chimneys were added in the 15th century. centuries. The Close is about 460 feet long, and paved with setts. Its width is tapered by 10 feet to make it look longer when viewed from the main entrance nearest the cathedral. When viewed from the other end it looks shorter.
This significant landmark was designed to provide communal accommodation for the Vicars Choral, who sang daily worship within the Cathedral. This centuries-old tradition continues today and is a unique and much valued part of life at Wells Cathedral. The current occupants still include all twelve men of the Vicars Choral, plus the organists and vergers and their families
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Wikipedia:
barrel jellyfish, the dustbin-lid jellyfish or the frilly-mouthed jellyfish
De bloemkoolkwal, ook wel zeepaddenstoel genoemd
Thanks for all the nice comments, it is much appreciated
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dirty as a dustbin lid....
Oh you are a mucky kid
Dirty as a dustbin lid
When he finds out the things you did
You'll get a belt from yer dad......
thank you for the invites!
LACPIXEL - 2022
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Chionis albus). The snowy sheathbill does not have webbed feet and is the only landbird native to the Antarctic continent. The Snowy Sheathbill is the dustbin of the bird world in the Antarctic regions. It is an omnivore, a scavenger, and a kleptoparasite and will eat nearly anything.
Mikkelsen Bay, Antarctica
and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind. One cannot change this all in a moment, but one can at least change one's own habits, and from time to time one can even, if one jeers loudly enough, send some worn-out and useless phrase — some jackboot, Achilles' heel, hotbed, melting pot, acid test, veritable inferno or other lump of verbal refuse — into the dustbin where it belongs :-)
George Orwell, "Politics and the English Language," 1946
Truth Matters!! hopefully, someday perhaps we can add "Fake News" ;-(
saucer magnolia, 'Sundew', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
J'ouvre un livre, et là, mon chapeau prend des allures d'une photo de Ralph Gibson.
How to know ? We'll have to look inside this hat, try and read lhe label which I can image stuck onto this woven material, precisely where it touches the top of the head. I imagine it to be yellowish, like my dustbin or the inside of an egge, but I can read nothing but the obsessive search for a sign of authenticity wich Ralph has already given me in speaking of « Piece of Visual Intelligence ».
(Les Cahiers de la Photographie.1988. Ralph Gibson, p76 pour le texte anglais, p77 pour une partie de l'image.)
Canon Ra, Canon 24mmTS-E LII à f8 8s 400iso (aucun recadrage, une seule prise, une seule exposition)
Saved from the dustbin when I noticed the interesting reflection that separated it from the preceding and following shots in the sequence. Green Heron preparing to attack baitfish on Horsepen Bayou.
So unique today, a completely deserted street,the place as an eerie feel about it. Where have all the people gone,no parked cars, no dustbins or litter so unusual in today's busy world.
Taken in the late afternoon's heat, the sun casting it's strong shadow across the narrow road, only the mad tourist with camera braving the heat of the day.
One of my favorite paintings of sailing boats. It’s my favorite because I like Ocean, sea, the beaches and the calm sailing boats. Sometimes I feel like I’m there at that moment, sailing peacefully.
One great advantage about being an artist is, they can feel the images which they create to be there one among them. But in reality they will be within the four walls but can travel anywhere.
They just let go everything in their life. To be happy in what they do and to enjoy every moment of splashing colors. A very strange life of artist which not many people can understand.
As an artist, I am slowly starting to get matured to understand what gives the great outcome. Not mixing too much of water in my colors. Directly play with colors gives the edge of strong outcome when it comes to my painting.
Very soon I have to go to my native, but I have to make sure that to keep everything ready for the architect who has selected my art works. So bit busy being lazy.
So I am posting as many images I can. Sometimes my desktop won’t work. An antique piece like me. Hehe. Time to throw that into dustbin and get a good desktop.
Once I come back from native, I hope I will get a new desktop which I’m comfortable with. And probably sit one whole day to appreciate my flickr friend’s gallery. But for now, I prefer to post few images. It’s better to post an image now.. Rather than not posting anything.
It’s a great learning experience. From landscape to seascape to abstract and to Resin art. I’m just sailing deep to acquire the knowledge of different forms of art. And I am enjoying every minute of it…!!
"The wind and the waves are always on the side of the ablest navigator."
Sailing - Christopher Cross
Maybe this was the lull during Super Saturday. Remember Super Saturday? It was the day when the Snaefellsnes peninsula was our world and we explored it royally. From mid morning at Grundarfoss until after sunset under an enormous pink swirling cloud at the black church of Budir we stopped here there and everywhere on a day of maximum input and an output that will have me reaching into the archives for months, possibly years to come. I have no less than eighteen separate folders full of RAW files from that finest of days, some of which contain large numbers of images to pore over, while a few, such as the group I took from a layby on the road to Hellnar have just two or three files, little more than handheld snapshots.
By the time we arrived here, we’d already had a very agreeable few hours at the lesser known Svodufoss on the northwest corner of the peninsula, where we’d bathed in autumnal sunshine under the majestic white peak of Snaefellsjokull. We’d paused briefly to photograph the church of Ingjaldsholl in front of the glacier, before sauntering happily along the remote and empty Utnesvegur, passing a discarded landscape of twisted forms. A crater here, a lava field there. For now we were just driving through the landscape, enjoying the privilege of witnessing this extraordinary peninsula. We’d stop at Arnarstapi and photograph the white house again next, we decided. But for a moment we’d take that side road to Hellnar and pause in the layby for a snack, from where we could gaze down at the church we’d abandoned all intentions of photographing twenty-four hours earlier. I’d seen some very agreeable images of the subject in these pages, but from wherever you looked it was surrounded by clutter, and the most compelling pictures I’d found for reference had been simplified by a blanket of snow. Reluctantly we’d agreed that there probably wasn’t a shot here for this trip. I took a couple of snaps with the long lens and duly filed the results, instantly forgetting the episode as we moved on to the next stop where there was an already tried and tested composition to revisit. The lull was over, and the feeding frenzy of Super Saturday had resumed.
It was only much later, in one of those moments when I decided that while I wanted to play around with some shots in the editing suite, I wasn’t in the mood for sifting through a large number of candidates. I wanted simple, and simple didn’t come easier than a folder with only three RAW files, two of which appeared to be almost identical. The shortlisting would take approximately zero seconds. Maybe I could declutter the space around the church? Another monochrome conversion with a bit of contrast would help to simplify the scene, and perhaps there was an image hidden in plain sight that was worth persevering for. Just a quick half hour before I moved away from the computer and did something else with my Sunday afternoon, I thought to myself. And so I started to tinker, gradually removing one distraction after another with varying degrees of success, until the white church stood alone in its space against the quiet ocean. A dodge, a burn or several, a pair of levels and curves adjustments and the shapes of distant mountains somewhere closer to Reykjavik appeared across the water. Now an image that initially offered little promise began to take shape. It still wasn’t one I planned to share – at least not until the moment that I began to rather like what I was looking at. Somehow, an image had evolved from a messy starting point and I was happy.
It makes me wonder what else I’ve got lying around in my saved files; what images are hovering one step away from the dustbin of eternity that might have a hidden promise just waiting to be hatched from chaos. When there are so many fantastic moments still waiting to be captured, it may be a while before any more of the lesser lights appear, but anything is possible. “Never delete anything – just in case,” seems to be the lesson I’ve learned, not that I often do. You never know when you might see something in an unloved snapshot that you overlooked in the first place.
J'ouvre un livre, et là, mon chapeau prend des allures d'une photo de Ralph Gibson...
How to know ? We'll have to look inside this hat, try and read lhe label which I can image stuck onto this woven material, precisely where it touches the top of the head. I imagine it to be yellowish, like my dustbin or the inside of an egge, but I can read nothing but the obsessive search for a sign of authenticity wich Ralph has already given me in speaking of « Piece of Visual Intelligence ».
(Les Cahiers de la Photographie.1988. Ralph Gibson, p76 pour le texte anglais, p77 pour une partie de l'image.)
Canon Ra, Canon EF35mm1,4 L à f11 13s 800iso (aucun recadrage, une seule prise, une seule exposition)
Cette deuxième version a ma préférence. 😉
Genesis Lab Mesh Head Alice 2.0 @ Cosmetic Fair
The Seasons Story (10 Oct)
C L A Vv. Autumn Poncho Femme RARE
C L A Vv. Pom Pom Beanie D
[ keke ] glass of tea - honey
[ keke ] glass of tea - green
[ keke ] tealight in a tin - fish
[ keke ] tealight in a tin - crab
Collabor88
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NOMAD // Mystery Memory Game // Copper
FaMeshed
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junk. old dustbin.
junk. vintage milk carrier.
Soy. for FLF
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Apple Fall
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Apple Fall "We're Open' Sign
Apple Fall x An Lar Antique Booth
Apple Fall Buttery Popcorn
Apple Fall Cherry Iced Tea
Apple Fall Old Painters' Stool
Location : a piece of us
Someone had conveniently placed some colourful compost bags
close to the dustbins so that they were reflected in their galvanised sides.
The saying goes, 'One man's trash is another man's treasure'. Hear, hear!
Looking down Rivers Street from Brunswick Place, with ghost sign for Old Red House.
A ghost sign is an old hand-painted advertising sign which has been preserved on a building from many years ago.
These dense, diverse and faded advertisements for long, sometimes, forgotten businesses are scattered across Bath's many and varied buildings.
Some are hundreds of years old and are very much visible, others are a muddle of letters that are barely detectable.
Some, sadly, have been banished to the forgotten dustbin of history, having been erased altogether.
Rhizostoma pulmo, commonly known as the barrel jellyfish, the dustbin-lid jellyfish or the frilly-mouthed jellyfish, is a scyphomedusa in the family Rhizostomatidae. It is found in the northeast Atlantic, and in the Adriatic, Mediterranean Sea, Black Sea and Sea of Azov. It is also known from the southern Atlantic off the western South African coast and into False Bay.
Mnemiopsis leidyi, the warty comb jelly or sea walnut, is a species of tentaculate ctenophore (comb jelly). It is native to western Atlantic coastal waters, but has become established as an invasive species in European and western Asian regions. Three species have been named in the genus Mnemiopsis, but they are now believed to be different ecological forms of a single species M. leidyi by most zoologists.
Rhizostoma pulmo, commonly known as the barrel jellyfish, the dustbin-lid jellyfish or the frilly-mouthed jellyfish, is a scyphomedusa in the family Rhizostomatidae. It is found in the northeast Atlantic , and in the Adriatic, Mediterranean Sea, Black Sea and Sea of Azov. It is also known from the southern Atlantic off the western South African coast and into False Bay.
It is common in the Irish Sea. It typically is up to 40 cm (16 in) in diameter, but can exceptionally reach 150 cm (59 in) or larger, making it the largest jellyfish in British waters (Cyanea capillata reaches an even larger size, but is generally smaller in Britain). On 13 July 2019, wildlife biologist Lizzie Daly dived off the coast of Cornwall in the United Kingdom, along with the underwater cinematographer Dan Abbott. The two divers shared their encounter with a human-sized barrel jellyfish, Rhizostoma pulmo. The species could typically grow up to one meter (3.2 feet) and weigh up to 25 kilograms (55 lbs). However, they are not larger than the lion's mane jellyfish.
Rhizostoma pulmo is moderately venomous but not as deadly as other species. However, there have been cases when the jellyfish has stung a human. The effects were a burning sensation on the skin, dermatitis, and ulcers which confirms it is toxic to humans. However, it does not pose a serious threat to humans. It is a favourite food of the leatherback turtle.
Rhizostoma pulmo washed ashore at Bournemouth in southern England Orifice of a barrell jellyfish
In European populations, barrel jellyfish evoke unpleasant or disgusting feelings[citation needed] but in Asia, they are a source of bioactive compounds used in traditional food and medicine. One study indicates that washing in aqueous solutions and the separation of high molecular weight proteins from the extract, e.g., by membrane filtration, could be a way to remove possible toxic compounds from jellyfish extracts and to concentrate potentially bioactive soluble compounds. The potentially active soluble components may have uses as nutraceutical and cosmeceutical ingredients.
🌊 შავი ზღვის საქართველოს აკვატორიაში შეხვდებით ორი სახეობის მედუზას, ძირპირასა და აურელიას. ორივე სახეობას გააჩნია შხამი, მაგრამ მათი შხამი ადამიანებისთვის საფრთხეს არ წარმოადგენს.
🔹 მედუზა ძირპირა (Rhizostoma pulmo) მალთაყვის სანაპიროზე
მედუზის ამ სახეობას აქვს მოლურჯო, ქოლგისმაგვარი სხეული, რომლის კიდეები ბოლოვდება მუქი ლურჯი, იისფერი შეფერილობის პატარა ჯიბეებსმაგვარი ქსოვილით, რომელიც გრძნობის ორგანოებს შეიცავს. აქვს საშუალოდ რვა ორალური საცეცი. „ქოლგის“ დიამეტრი საშუალოდ 40 სმ-ა, თუმცა, აღწერილია 150 სმ-იანი ინდივიდებიც.
ძირპირა ზომიერად შხამიანი სახეობაა, თუმცა, მისი შხამი ადამიანისთვის მომაკლვდინებელი არ არის. დასუსხვის შემთხვევაში კანზე იწვევს დამწვრობის მსგავს შეგრძნებას.
ხშირია ნაპირზე ამ მედუზების მასიური გამორიყვის ფაქტები. წყლის დინებისა თუ ქარის გავლენით ისინი დიდ გუნდებად შეიძლება შეჯგუფდნენ. ამ დროს ძლიერი ქარი ან ძლიერი დინება დიდი რაოდენობის ინდივიდების გამორიყვას იწვევს. წყლის ტემპერატურის უეცარი ვარდნაც შეიძლება იყოს მასიური გამორიყვის მიზეზი.
ძირპირები ხშირად გვხვდება წყლის ზედაპირთან ახლოს.
მათი ნახვა ყველაზე მარტივია მაისიდან ოქტომბრამდე.
MALACHI: *To himself.* “Mirror, mirror that is the wall. Who is the handsomest bear of all. Of course it’s obvious that I am the handsomest bear of all. How co…”
DADDY: “Malachi! What on earth are you doing with those shards of mirror?”
MALACHI: “Well, I should have thought that was obvious, Daddy!” *Shakes head.* “I’m admiring my reflection.” *Preens.*
DADDY: “Indeed, they create a multitude of Malachis.”
MALACHI: “Well, one Malachi is hardly enough, Daddy.”
DADDY: *Quietly.* “That is debatable.”
MALACHI: “What was that, Daddy? Do stop mumbling and annunciate your words.”
DADDY: “I was just saying I was going to throw those shards of mirror into the dustbin, Malachi.”
MALACHI: “Oh no! Don’t do that, Daddy!”
DADDY: “Why ever not Malachi?”
MALACHI: “Well, I quite like being a multitude.” *Turns back to his reflection and says to himself.* “Mirror, mirror that is the wall. Who is the handsomest bear of all. Of course it’s obvious that I am the handsomest bear of all. How could anyone think otherwise?”
The theme for "Smile on Saturday" on the 18th of February is "a look in the mirror", a challenge in which a photo must contain a reflection in a real mirror.
A little over a month ago, I was using my full length piece of mirror for some photography in the garden, when a gust of wind blew it over and it shattered against the hardwood planks of my terrace. Oh what a noise it made! So, I cleaned up all the thousands of broken pieces and Hoovered up the millions of tiny slivers and shards, but I was left with a few large pieces that thanks to the backing in the mirror, did not break. I’m British, and being so, I have an inherent wish to save things that “might come in handy one day”, so I kept the four largest pieces of mirror and put them away. It seems that three of the four pieces came in very handy for Malachi to admire himself and create a multitude of Malachis… which may or may not be a good thing. I hope that you like my choice of image for the theme, and that it makes you smile!
If you follow my photostream, you may know that I collect 1:12 size miniatures, some of which have featured in past themes in the "Looking Close on Friday" and "Smile on Saturday" groups. This includes Malachi the bear. Malachi I acquired in mid-March 2020 (and mid Coronavirus) from a wonderful Melbourne stalwart toy shop: Dafel Dolls and Bears, when I went looking for a present for one of my goddaughters. Malachi is designed by Mary and hand-made by Wendy Joy in Australia. He has articulated arms and legs, and an extremely sweet face. Malachi was the name he came with, written by hand on his little tag.
Jeu abandonné dans les encombrants alors que je me rends au travail.
LACPIXEL - 2020
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At Kustom9
MINIMAL - Solace Scene
Other items used ~
MINIMAL - Azalea Decor Set -Plant-
Pitaya - French lavabo (green)
[Rezz Room] French Bulldog Animesh
DRD - The Sugar Shack - Cherry muffin
DRD - Boho Bean Coffee Shack - Sign Five
DRD - Boho Bean Coffee Shack - Sign One
Apple Fall Cottage Chair (Bleached)
Apple Fall Ladderback Chair (Vintage)
Apple Fall Wheelback Chair (French)
Apple Fall Wheelback Chair (Country)
Fancy Fall Stiffkey Painting
8f8 - So'l'Estate - Terracotta Jar with Lavender
8f8 - So'L'Estate - Oliver
8f8 - So'l'Estate - Terracotta Jar with Tuscan Rosemary
8f8 - La Petite Joie Cafe - Awning
8f8 - La Petite Joie Cafe - Cookie Jars
Nutmeg. A Dog's Corner Water Bowl
Nutmeg. His Bicycle / Decor
Nutmeg. City Kitchen Dustbin
Nutmeg. Wall Plant Basin
Nutmeg Hallway Decor Decorative Plates
Nutmeg. French Cafe Iron Chair
Nutmeg. French Cafe Teacups
Nutmeg. Spring Morning Table
Nutmeg. Painter's Attic Coffee Cup / 1
Nutmeg. Country Rug
Nutmeg. Home At Last Shirt
Nutmeg. Dandy Ashtray Silver
Nutmeg. Warm Earth Stack of Linens
Nutmeg. Garden Nook Table
Nutmeg, Patio Plant
Nutmeg. Farmhouse Kitchen Round Bowl Stack
Nutmeg. Farmhouse Kitchen Pitcher / 3
Nutmeg. Painter's Attic Potted Plants
*LODE* Decor - Chamomile Vase
*LODE* Decor - Camilla Lupine in Vase [pink]
*LODE* Decor - Hello June [violet glance]
{vespertine} - market mesh bag w/oranges.
[Cinoe] Hot bird - Avocado sandwich & Cafe au lait
[ kunst ] - Street lamp / green
Loft & Aria - Myna Shopping Bag
LOVE - LONG WALL IVY 2
One of my top garden ticks.
Female Southern Migrant Hawker.
I was putting some rubbish out in the dustbin when I spotted a strange dragonfly patrolling the garden. The size and colour seemed totally wrong for any species in the UK, I watched it for a couple of minutes hoping it would settle up before leaving the garden.
Fortunately, it then settled on the ivy clad fence. I rushed and got the camera and then couldn't see it among the Ivy. I then spotted it and obtained a few shots.
It was then a case of looking through the books to find out what it was.
This species has just started to colonise Southern England, and although I have seen the males a few times this is the first time I have seen a female. It is still a very rare insect in this vicinity, although probably in a couple of years they will be a regular sighting.
It is known to breed about 6 miles away from home so this one may have come from there, but I was so lucky it chose my garden to hunt in briefly and that I saw it in those few moments.
Also called the Blue-eyed Hawker after the beautiful blue eyes that the male has.
It was surprising how thin the body of this dragonfly was.