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Did you expect anything different?! It was always going to be bike cogs, problem was I’d left it til yesterday and it was the most miserable of days, so needed the phones light as well as a flash, I’m sure I could have done a better effort but various other factors meant that this was the best I could muster.
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De retour dans l'eau après des mois d'eau froide et de houle... et, je dois l'avouer, de paresse de ma part.
La soirée d'hier dans le bassin qui se trouve près de chez moi a été exceptionnelle avec au moins 15 espèces de nudibranches dont quelques-une que je n'avais pas vu de puis des années. Donc je suis désolé mais il va falloir vous attendre à voir pas mal de photos de nudibranches dans les prochains jours.
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Back in the water after months of cold waters and swell... and of laziness on my part, I have to admit.
Last night in the rockpool next to my house was exceptional with at least 15 species of nudibranchs, some of which I hadn't seen for years. So I'm sorry but you can expect more photos of nudibranchs in the near future.
Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.
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The green (what we usually expect if someone says, "look at that moss,") is the gametophyte phase of this moss. The plants make eggs, and sperm, that fertilizes the egg. Then, if all goes well, a non-green structure, the sporophyte, grows from the fertilized egg. Each sporophyte has a capsule on its end, and spores are grown there, then released, and washed or blown to another occasion.
This entire assembly was (and most likely still is) growing on a downed tree trunk.
Isn't God a great artist? Thank you for looking.
Este año más que nunca, espero que llegue el invierno y un nuevo año.
La foto es de enero de este año en el Parque Natural de Cebollera (La Rioja/España), os recomiendo a todos un buen paseo, no os defraudará.
We expected to find a Peregrine Falcon in this particular tree, but when we got there, we found this Merlin, instead.
Not really expecting to find Coastal Black Bears in North Carolina we were surprised when we saw 21 in one morning. Our first morning was thick fog, making viewing anything difficult. So we were thrilled when this one came close enough we could see it through the fog.
In Alligator River National Wildlife Refuge is there is no stopping. You can't stop enjoy the bear and wait for the perfect moment when he turns his head or poses the way you would hope. I understand it is for the bear safety. But, it makes for frustrating moments as one has to use a higher shutter speed and pray you get something sharp as you bump across a dirt road. Still an amazing place and I would go again.
The fountains are turned on at awkward times, like when you least expect it. It's great to walk around watching the bigger fountains except when the smaller one's turn on before your ready.
In the Brecon Beacons National Park, Wales.
That is the actual James Bond Aston Martin DB5 as first seen in Goldfinger in 1965. Probably the most iconic and famous car in the world and likely priceless too. If you google that licence registration BMT216A, it will confirm that it also appeared in Thunderball, Golden Eye, Tomorrow Never Dies, Casino Royale, Skyfall, Spectre and No Time to Die. Or you can see the registration here -
www.007.com/the-vehicles/aston-martin-db5/
And now here it is on the Flickr page of old Magoo - who’d have thunk! A scoop or what? Here it has its latest modification to its front bumper - a guy in.a luminous orange jacket trying to take a photograph.
So how did old Magoo bumbling around with his white stick and who can’t tell a farmers truck from a pedal cycle happen to bump into it in the back of beyond on the Brecon Beacons, how did he know what it was and more importantly, is that the real James Bond behind the wheel?
So there I was on a very quiet mountain road in the middle of nowhere when I hear the throaty roar of a vehicle coming up behind me. The road isn’t wide enough for man and car so I step off to allow it through, but it pulls to a halt alongside.…
“You’re looking very official by the side of the road” Says James Bond. It puzzles me for a second and I realise he must be referring to my luminous coat. (I later realise he must have been looking for the camera crew and thought I was with them).
“Oh the jacket” I say “It’s so I can be seen by cars because I can’t see them” and I hold up my white stick. And then, listening to the sweet purr of the engine I say “That’s a beautiful sounding car you have there, what is it?
“An Aston Martin DB5” Bond says.
“Wow” says I “How old?”
“59 years” replies 007 without hesitation because if anyone would know he would, right? “It’s the James Bond car” he adds.
I wrongly presume he means ‘like the James Bond car’ not the actual car itself and so like an idiot I ask - “How long have you had it?”
“We are actually filming here for a couple of days” says James by way of explanation.
“Are you James Bond then?” I ask with a wry grin.
“Well, sort of “ he replies with a chuckle. I expect he was being covert. I’m stood there close enough to touch the car and am wondering whether or not this is Daniel Craig or the new Bond guy driving - I certainly can’t tell, the car is just a fuzzy haze to me and the driver non existent, when he politely excuses himself and drives off. I’m left wondering whether he was pulling old Magoo’s leg or whether this really was the real Bond car and then feel more than a little disappointed that I didn’t get a photo. Wouldn’t you?? Let’s face it, it’s not the sort of thing you expect is it?
I continue on my deflated way when after about half a mile I pass a group of people by the side of the road. There is absolutely never anyone here and even though I cannot see their equipment I presume it must be the film crew. I wander on thinking they must be waiting for me to walk on through so they can do the take, which means the Licence to Kill and his car must be up ahead somewhere - and sure enough, a couple hundred yards on I catch that sweet throaty purr again.
“Would you mind if I take a photograph of your car Mr Bond, so I can see it on the big screen when I get home?”
“Be my guest” says James. Realising I was probably holding things up and I would have only time for one shot I quickly took it and wandered up to his window and showed him the back of the camera and asked if it looked okay?
“Haha” Laughs the Licence 2 Kill “It’s right in the middle”. Well, that was good enough for me, a crackshot secret agent with such an eye for the ladies and who bumps off global super villains for fun should be able to judge a photo right? And after thanks, I wanders on me way, and when I was clear he must have got the ‘camera - action’ instruction because the pedal hit the metal and it leapt away towards the cameras with a glorious roar.
So was that the real James Bond, or another actor filling in for him? I have absolutely no idea, couldn’t see him at all - but I’ll go this far……it wasn’t Sean Connery or Roger Moore, I would have recognised those voices for sure…….
A big thanks to the photography gods for causing James Bond to stop and talk, because if he hadn’t I would have had no idea there was filming taking place and wouldn’t have got the shot - and a double big thanks to 007 for being sociable and letting me take the photo! If you see a tramp in a bright orange coat cluttering up the movie - that’ll be old Magoo……
“You’re halfway there. Not much to see in town!” The elderly lady evidently wasn’t impressed with our first port, and had given it up as a bad loss already, even though it was still only late morning and we weren’t sailing until half past four. “Oh well, we might as well take a look now that we’ve come this far,” replied the other lady as they passed one another on the huge road bridge over the marina just in front of us. It was only a fifteen minute walk into the town centre. Hardly a trek up the North Face of the Eiger really.
It’s true that Haugesund might not be the most picturesque town we’d be visiting during our time in Norway. We’d done our research, and concluded as much before booking a shore excursion to the enormous Langfossen waterfall, an outing that promised a testing uphill hike towards a viewpoint more than three hundred metres above the Åkrafjord. In truth, neither of us felt entirely committed to the trip though. An extra ten percent discount with a time limit had encouraged me to push the button, but the early start, the ninety minute coach trip either way and the prospect of bonding with some of the other passengers left us with conflicted feelings on the topic. True, the views from the top and, for me at least, the opportunity to photograph the famous waterfall appealed, but couldn’t we come back and do that ourselves another time? Ali declared that she’d much rather spend the first port day pottering about on foot, and said I could go to the waterfall on my own. So I cancelled half of the booking.
Ali said she might walk to the Rising Tides, a topical collection of coastal sculptures that lie out beyond the north of town. I looked at the map. You could pay an arm and a leg to cram yourself onto the road train and spend five minutes there before getting dragged off somewhere else, or you could spend an hour or so walking to it. And just beside the sculptures I noticed the word “fyr.” I’d photographed a few of those in Sweden last autumn. I do like a fyr you know. A further inspection revealed a rather splendid looking structure at the edge of the rocks, mounted on stilts. I could join Ali and photograph the fyr instead. I cancelled the other half of the waterfall excursion. One day we’ll return to the area and visit it on our own, without the company of a coachload of cruisers.
It was raining in Haugesund. Not heavily, but with a soft persistence of the kind where sometime later you suddenly realise you’re soaked to the skin. On went the waterproof trousers beneath the shelter of a multi-storey car park on the side of the quay, By now we’d been at sea for more than sixty hours, the last twenty-four of which had gradually become increasingly bumpy, and as we walked along the the streets of the town, the pavements seemed to roll in waves beneath our feet. It was a strange sensation that I’d only expected to last a minute or two, but it was only when we reached the edge of town and stood upon the grass that the earth fell still again. We were in a park, below the monument to Harald Fairhair, supposedly the first king of Norway, a reminder that this place was once a Viking stronghold.
Beyond the park lay a coastal area of low lying rocky skerries that spread out to sea, a foretaste of what was to come in the following few days as we made our way north towards the Arctic Circle. We could already see Kvalen Fyr in the middle distance. The rain had eased, but not entirely left us, becoming a celestial dripping tap that occasionally sprinkled into action and then stopped entirely before repeating the cycle all over again. Ali appeared to be enjoying her first day in Norway, which came as a relief. Bringing her this far north was always going to be a gamble, especially by sea.
And when we arrived in front of the little lighthouse on its pedestal, we found something unexpected - an added bonus in the form of the large pool hidden in a cleft in the rocks. You might see a lot of photographs of the waterfall we didn’t go to, and one day I intend to add some of my own to the pile, but I’m going to guess that not too many people have set up their tripods here in front of Kvalen Fyr, wiping the drips from the lens as they took their shots. It wouldn’t be the last time we’d find things that others had overlooked in their haste to get back to the ship in time for lunch. There’s always something to see if you’re prepared to make the effort.
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I never ever expected to get this close to one of these guys. Thankfully, they don't eat humans. !!
This guy was surrounded by Black Vultures so the first thought was that it had prey. On closer inspection nothing was found, so perhaps the vultures were just hopeful.
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Lần đầu rửa, film bị hỏng :(
Dù cuộn film đó không phải của mình chụp, nhưng bản thân lại mang cảm giác lo sợ ..
Hi vọng thước film đầu sẽ không có chuyện gì xảy ra
Dù có cũng mong là ít :d
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This photo is dedicated to Andrea. I admire and adore her work. Her photography is creative and expressive – always with elements of surprise and provoke the senses. Every night I just wait and hope that she will post a new photo for me to enjoy and get inspired.
She’s a wonderful and gorgeous young lady. I'm so lucky to discover another rising star!
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We planted 9 new blueberry bushes and 3 new blackberry bushes this year and already we are getting a small crop of berries. I was surprised as I didn't expect anything this year.
I was not expecting to get to see the RCP during my time in Canada, and I surely wasn't expecting to see it push a road train up Kicking Horse Pass. Crazy times!
We returned to Harlech once again - I never would have expected the town to hold so many adventures back when I first looked up Welsh castles. Little did I know when we visited the castle that an interesting derelict building was so close by.
With that new knowledge, we dove into the overgrowth that surrounded the area, looking for an access point. We were twarted for some time but, as you can tell from this photograph, we were able to get in. As usual, (presumably) teenagers had destroyed much of the building, ripping down walls, smashing windows, graffitiing everything else.
It was a very windy night and this shot was an absolute nightmare to take, particuraly an HDR. It also needed a lot of post production done due to how dark it was - I really had to crank up the ISO. Still, I think it was worth it - it was a moody night.
Exists in the true meaning of life is to cultivate trees, under whose shade you do not expect to pose and provide shades even to him who cuts off its boughs.
For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.
Therefore Trees are poetry that the earth corresponds under beneath the sky!
I just loved the way of my 8mm fisheye lens produced this fine capture, of this splendour tree branching out over the Edgbaston Reservoir!
Many thanks for your wonderful appreciation of comments and compliments to you here, my dear good friends !!!
