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Every fall and winter, the ospreys gather at the inlet and feed on the plentiful fish.
This guy has secured his breakfast for the day!
These are the gardens of Château de Vaux-le-Vicomte, just outside of Paris. Every Saturday evening until October, it is candlelit! 2000 candles in the garden and around the château. The evening ends with fireworks at 23:00 hours.
Every young girl dreams of getting a pony for Christmas right?!! We noticed this incredible red barn and luckily for me this curious beautiful horse looked out to see what I was doing.
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every time I come here I use the crystal clean beautiful water to clean and flush this rudraksha mala.
Every landscape photographer has a soft spot for Autumn and it’s not difficult to see why. The countryside erupts into a beautiful palette of orange, red, browns and yellows totally transforming good shots into great shots. Ballaglass Glen in particular looks pretty special at this time of year! In this image I made the vibrant autumn leaves the joint star of my foreground together with a dainty little waterfall. The backlit golden leaves cast against the dark shade of the forest made for an equally compelling backdrop. I’d highly recommend visiting the glen as it looks magnificent right now.
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dahlia, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
Every day I see the Spring Mountains in Red Rock National Conservation Area, I see it differently and it becomes more beautiful and spiritual.
Jordan, en route to Petra. A city built symmetrically around a temple. One road into the city, one road out. I do note a lack of park lands also I suspect there is a camel in the shot somewhere. Every house we passed in this land seemed to own at least one camel. I was warned off taking pictures of people a number of times. Not an area I would care to revisit but grateful we had the unique opportunity to visit it once. It is a rare experience to touch land that dates back to Jesus. The furthest we go back in North America is buying a hamburger at the original McDonald's Restaurant in San Bernardino, California.
Anyway - back to camels - let me know if you spot one.
Kentucky-West Tennessee's (KWT) mostly-daily Bruceton-to-McKenzie turn runs south through Gleason, TN after servicing the Old Hickory and Kentucky-Tennessee clay companies just north of town.
The crew will drop down to HC Spinks Clay company south of town for another 40 minutes or so of work before proceeding to McKenzie. Unfortunately, mechanical problems will delay the run east on CSX's Memphis Subdivision to Bruceton until well after sunset.
The KWT operates completely over former NCStL trackage, also known as the Dixie Line. This portion of the railroad runs as far north as Dresden on a line that used to stretch all the way to the Mississippi river at Hickman, KY.
The caboose was originally Family Lines System 16637, later repainted in an adaptation of the so-called YN1 scheme used on CSX locomotives, and donated to the town by the railroad in July 2019.
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These little ones were captured a week ago also, but the TransMontana of MMV ( flic.kr/p/2pDz1CE ) deserved to be released earlier. I watched these little flowers every morning while going to work, and hoped they will survive the week without wounds. On the end of the week they looked well enough for some bokeh pictures.
Nikon D5300 + Tamron SP-70-300mm Di VC USD
ISO-400; 1/250sec; F-stop f/6.3; EV:+0.3; 300mm (200mm)
Every day I have been looking at my nyjer feeders for the Pine Siskins. About two weeks ago I had one show up on the day I saw the two male Hooded Orioles but none since.
Today, along with the Cooper's Hawk that showed in the rain, there were about ten Pine Siskins who came and took over the feeders. They are aggressive little guys. But it was great to finally see them. Now if my White-throated Sparrow would show up, my backyard world would be complete. :)
Every flower blooms at it's own pace. Suzy Kassem
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In July 1885, three teenage Hawaiian princes took a break from their boarding school, St. Mathew's Hall in San Mateo, and came to cool off in Santa Cruz, California. There, David Kawānanakoa, Edward Keliʻiahonui and Jonah Kūhiō Kalanianaʻole surfed the mouth of the San Lorenzo River on custom-shaped redwood boards, according to surf historians Kim Stoner and Geoff Dunn. In 1890, the pioneer in agricultural education John Wrightson reputedly became the first British surfer when instructed by two Hawaiian students at his college.
George Freeth (1883–1919) is often credited as being the "Father of Modern Surfing". He is thought to have been the first modern surfer.
In 1907, the eclectic interests of the land baron Henry E. Huntington brought surfing to the California coast. While on vacation, Huntington had seen Hawaiian boys surfing the island waves. Looking for a way to entice visitors to the area of Redondo Beach, where he had heavily invested in real estate, he hired a young Hawaiian to ride surfboards. George Freeth decided to revive the art of surfing, but had little success with the huge 500 cm (16 ft) hardwood boards that were popular at that time. When he cut them in half to make them more manageable, he created the original "Long board", which made him the talk of the islands. To the delight of visitors, Freeth exhibited his surfing skills twice a day in front of the Hotel Redondo. Another native Hawaiian, Duke Kahanamoku, spread surfing to both the U.S. and Australia, riding the waves after displaying the swimming prowess that won him Olympic gold medals in 1912 and 1920.
In 1975, a professional tour started. That year Margo Oberg became the first female professional surfer.
From the balmy shores of San Diego to the chilly waters of Northern California, the Golden State’s coastline offers the allure of perfect waves for every type of surfer. In August 2018, the state assembly voted overwhelmingly to enshrine surfing as California’s official sport. A new holiday was even created to commemorate the cowabunga-inspired moment—September 20 is California Surfing Day.
Sur la piste synthétique, un tableau saisissant se dessine : au centre, une athlète rayonnante, le corps bandé d’énergie, le visage illuminé par la victoire !
Ses muscles sculptés témoignent d’une préparation impeccable, d’un entraînement sans concession.
Autour d’elle, un cercle de silhouettes effondrées. Dos courbés, regards perdus, elles incarnent l’abattement total. Leurs corps, naguère tendus vers l’effort, sont désormais affaissés, comme vidés de toute ambition.
Son sourire tranche brutalement avec l’atmosphère morose qui l’entoure. Chaque détail de sa gestuelle hurle la réussite, tandis que ses adversaires semblent avoir tout abandonné.
Un moment cristallisé où le sport révèle ses émotions les plus brutales : la gloire absolue contre le désespoir le plus complet !!! 🤔
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On the synthetic track, a striking image emerges: in the centre, a beaming athlete, her body full of energy, her face radiant with victory !
Her sculpted muscles bear witness to impeccable preparation and uncompromising training.
Around her, a circle of collapsed figures. Their backs bent, their gazes lost, they are the embodiment of total despondency. Their bodies, once taut with effort, are now collapsed, as if emptied of all ambition.
Their smiles stand in stark contrast to the gloomy atmosphere around them. Every detail of their movements screams success, while their opponents seem to have given up.
A crystalline moment in which sport reveals its most brutal emotions: absolute glory versus utter despair. !!!! 🤔
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Every single building along the street is timber-framed (even the one on the very extreme left although it doesn't look it) and dates between the early 15th to early 18th century. All are listed either grade ll, or (rare for small domestic buildings) grade ll*
An amazing surviving streetscape in a small town packed with picturesque old buildings, and Bridge Street has the extra delight that it is the end of town; beyond the cottage in the distance is the long climb of Windmill Hill, lined with fine woodlands or fields.
The Eight Bells Pub on the right has a beautiful interior, with fine beams. At right angles to the street is the earliest part, a stunning medieval great hall with a spectacular open timber roof dating to the early 15th century.
Sadly the Eight Bells is very much laid out for dining with boring matching tables and has little traditional 'pub' space.