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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!
Go check her out!
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 had not expected that limestone could be so hard and solid. This image shows a section of Cheddar Gorge in Somerset. The rocks are made up of various formations of carboniferous limestone, so around 350 to 300 million years old, whereas meltwater floods in the warm periods of the Ice Ages (in the last one million years or so) cut the gorge into the rock. At the lower end of the gorge there are several caves, one of them was inhabited about 10 000 years ago by "Cheddar Man" - you may remember, the one with the brown skin and the blue/green eyes and with very good connections to the rest of Europe. When he and his people were alive, you could walk to what is now France, Belgium and the Netherlands. The Channel developed later.
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.
Horsey Windpump, Norfolk
Have to say when I set off from my B&B and got here I wasn't expecting that sort of sky!
Horsey Windpump is a windpump or drainage windmill in the care of the National Trust in the village of Horsey, on The Broads near Great Yarmouth, Norfolk, England. The structure is a grade II* listed building.
In 1797 Horsey was a wild and desolate place, known locally as the Devil’s Country due to its wild and lawless nature. The Enclosures Act paved the way for the land to be drained and changed the area forever.
The name Horsey means ‘Horse Island’ and it is believed that Horsey was originally a stud or grazing area for horses. Mortality was high, with insects carrying fen plague, also known as marsh malaria. With only seven cottages and a small farmhouse, Horsey was not somewhere people wanted to live.
At this time, it was effectively still an island, surrounded by marshes with just one road in and out of the village that was often flooded for most of the year.
Enclosure and drainage in the 18th century led to a loss of animals and plants, many of which are now rare. It also meant the end of a way of life for the local people who lived here and made their living from the marshes.
Farming became easier and livestock was introduced but the sea was always a threat. When exceptionally high tides and storms coincided, the sea would break through the narrow strip of dunes, causing severe flooding, most recently in 1938.
Only in the 19th century did the sea defences and land drainage become sufficiently effective to allow for the construction of roads to neighbouring villages. But with climate change causing more frequent storms and sea level rises, the risk of flooding in this low-lying area remains high.
The present structure is the 3rd or 4th and was built in 1912 on the foundations of the 18th-century Horsey Black Mill.
The windpump was working until it was struck by lightning in 1943. It was acquired by the National Trust in 1948 from the Buxton Family and has been restored. The mill's damaged sails were removed in 1956 and replacement sails and fantail were installed in 1962. The Great Storm of 1987 (Otherwise known as the Michael Fish non-hurricane to us in Britain of a certain age) caused further damage, and repair works were required before the building could reopen to visitors in 1990.
The sails were removed again in 2014 and in 2016 a restoration project started ito repair and reinstate the cap and sails, with the ambition of restoring the Windpump to full working order. Finally, the sails eventually turned on the evening of Wednesday 29 May 2019 for the first time since 1943. This restoration work was awarded 'Building Conservation Project of the Year 2019' at The Royal Institution of Chartered Surveyors (RICS) regional awards
Ref. National Trust website and Wikipedia.
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A small Indian mammal often found in grasslands or in farmlands adjacent to grasslands / forest areas. They are hard to sight and need right timing to see them. But now I am realizing that they are far more common than I expected and could be in several more places than possible if I time my presence right.
The den was to the right of the pup and it was patiently waiting for the mother to show up with some food. There were two pups - both waiting next to the den and didn't stray far. A street dog made its appearance briefly (It would kill the pups if there was a chance) and the pups immediately darted off into the den. What we realized then is that the den had two entry points - this was also confirmed in another den I saw later. Possibly as a backup way out maybe. I also thought the pups looked old, a couple of weeks maybe. Another week or two they will be out into the world.
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The moon drifting through the clouds this morning was truly spectacular. I could not help but brain play Paul Simon's "American Tune." In the time of Covid-19 it seemed so absolutely right. But it's alright.............
Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
But I'm all right, I'm all right
I'm just weary to my bones
Still, you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far away from home, so far away from home
And I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
or driven to its knees
But it's all right, it's all right
We've lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the road
we're traveling on
I wonder what went wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what went wrong
And I dreamed I was dying
And I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high up above my…
Stay safe and sane everyone.
Brobury House and Gardens
We expected most of the summer blooms to have died off by now, but the gardens at Brobury still have a surprising amount of flowers. They also have an abundance of fruit on the trees in the orchards, of which we’ve been told to pick as much of as we want. The apples and damsons are looking the favourite, along with a few pears.
Thank you for your visit and your comments, they are greatly appreciated.
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The morning 7th of February I woke up to see Amsterdam covered in a coat of fresh snow. The snow fell in sudden flurries and gusts and turned the world white and wonderful. With the canals in the city and occasional high winds, there can be a nip in the air, but packing gloves and a scarf should keep you warm enough. There is something very beautiful about Amsterdam in the winter. It snowed for the second time this winter in Amsterdam. Because the temperature was -4 degrees Celsius the snow stayed. The real feel temperature was -11 degrees Celsius cause there was a strong wind and drifting snow. It got more than a few centimeters of snow. The best advice is to stay indoors and turn the stove up a bit. Or of course to go outside to take some nice pictures. The snow is a rare highlight in these February dark days, especially when you have small children. It is quite difficult to come up with something fun in these Covid-19 lock-down days. After a while, sitting indoors becomes quite monotonous for such a toddler. This is a welcome change. The snow also provides a lot of fun for children here in centre of Amsterdam. Snowball fight, make snowmen or go sledding. All fun activities that children do in this beautiful snowy world.
Since the first snow had stuck to the ground, the neighborhood has turned out for a carefree winter entertainment. The next days it will keep on snowing. Expected more than 17 cm snow in Amsterdam. Enjoy a thick layer of snow in your own neighborhood. One of the most picture perfect spots in Amsterdam. Walk along the Staalstraat -between the City hall and the Kloverniersburgwal- and you’ll cross a drawbridge over the Groenburgwal canal. Stop on the bridge and capture the serenity of the tree-lined canal against the backdrop of the Zuiderkerk - Southern church.
Vanmorgen 7 februari werd ik wakker en zag Amsterdam bedekt met een laag verse sneeuw. De sneeuw die vannacht viel bedekte de wereld om ons heen wit en prachtig. Ik heb mijn camera gepakt en op pad gegaan in m'n buurtje. Ik geniet van het geluid van knarsende sneeuw onder mijn schoenen en het prachtige gezicht op de Amsterdamse grachtenpanden. Het is min vier graden en het blijft vandaag de hele dag sneeuwen. Met een stevige wind is de gevoelstemperatuur zelf -11 graden. Mijn handschoenen en m'n sjaal houden mij warm genoeg. Er is iets heel moois over Amsterdam in de winter. Amsterdam is bedolven onder dik pak sneeuw zoals hierboven op de Groenburgwal. Het beste advies is dan maar om lekker binnen te blijven en de kachel iets hoger te zetten. Of natuurlijk even naar buiten te gaan om wat mooie plaatjes te schieten. In Amsterdam heeft het nu voor de tweede keer deze winter gesneeuwd. Bij deze temperatuur blijft de sneeuw liggen. Er is meer dan enkele centimeters sneeuw gevallen. De sneeuw is een zeldzaam hoogtepunt in deze donkere dagen in februari, vooral als je kleine kinderen hebt. Het is best moeilijk om iets leuks te bedenken in deze Covid-19 lockdown-dagen. Binnen zitten wordt na een tijdje behoorlijk eentonig voor zo'n peuter. Dit is een welkome afwisseling. De sneeuw zorgt ook voor veel plezier voor kinderen. Sneeuwballengevecht, sneeuwpoppen maken of sleetje rijden. Allemaal leuke activiteiten die kinderen doen in deze prachtige besneeuwde wereld. Op de houten wipbrug: brug nr. 227 van de Staalstraat kijk je over de Groenburgwal richting één van de mooiste grachtjes van Amsterdam en aan het eind zie je de Zuiderkerktoren. Als je over de Kloveniersburgwal richting de Nieuwmarkt loopt passeer je al vrij snel de Raamgracht, daar staat links de Zuidertoren weer.
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In this photo I tried to make use of a yellow filter to enhance the sky values in a black and white image. So I added a Cokin filter holder and Cokin light yellow filter. The effect is not as pronounced as I would have expected. Maybe I will have to go red next time.
Nikon Zf, FTZII adaptor, Samyang T-S 3.5/24, yellow filter, Adjusted in Lightroom.
Silence is a doubt,
lonely enough
to know, that
the transience
his twin brother is.
Thanks for taking the time and looking at my photo,
I appreciate it very much!
The moon startled me momentarily last evening as it always does when I first spot it rising. Not sure why that is. Even when I'm expecting to see it I have a sudden wave of anxiousness. It passes immediately but it's there nonetheless. After that I'm more in awe of it than anything else, especially in those moments when it hangs low in the sky, caught up in the trees as I like to think of it. That's when the optical illusion of size is full apparent. It just looks enormous compared to the much smaller appearance it takes on as it rises high into the sky. Of course it's exactly the same size the entire time, but appearance, and more importantly, feeling, is everything for me. And watching the moonrise over a desolate cornfield and beneath the branches of an old tree made me feel utterly complete.
I never expected to see a Yellow-sided skimmer in September since they are usually an early Spring sighting - if at all. She had an odd appearance from my first view here and I wondered if she was an old Spangled skimmer at first with faded "spangles". But then those yellow wings and the thoracic markings. At the wetlands this week, N Georgia
Looking east from Mogshade Pond nr Minstead, new Forest National Park
Well this wasn't what I was expecting when I set off at about 04:30am to go and shoot some heather with the hope of some mist. I went to Bratley View to see what was going on and was pretty disappointed as when I got there not a hint of mist and no obvious shots 'near' the parking area as light was flat and I could not spend long as had to get to work. I thought I'd go scout the area around Mogshade pond on the other side of the road whilst I was there.
Started shooting but light remained mostly flat with the odd burst of light when the sun briefly found a gap in the clouds.
However, across to the east there seemed to be some light coming through and when I glanced back the next time a small area of the landscape was really kicking off!
I quickly banged on the 70-200mm lens and forgot about heather and just started snapping away. It was just a few mins then the sun rose a bit too high but for those few mins the mixture of light generating the heat to create the mist was fabulous to see. It was no more then a few degrees on the horizon but the power of the zoom really brings the image to life. Wished I hadn't left the 100-400mm in the car!
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The weather is much better (apart from occasional thunderstorms), it's sunny and hot again and Cleo is happy although you can't really expect her to smile !
What a luxury that would be !
While I sit here at the computer with a hot water bottle strapped to my sciatica via a knotted flanno shirt, and another hottie waiting for me already in bed ( hot water bottle ), the pain is finally easing and I just want to be lulled to sleep, with no dogs barking at wallabies, no getting up and down to let the girls in and out ... in and out, all flamin' night ... just want to ease my mind of all the stuff going on lately, all the things I'm supposed to be doing but can't, all the humans who've annoyed the crap outta me lately, all the favours other people expect from me with no thought of lending me a hand,
…. all the ... all the … zzzzzz…..
Off to bed extra early folks, a huge thank you for all your support, with apologies I'm behind in some visits, and other visits too quick with faves and no comments, a stream of unanswered/unread Flickr mails waiting … I am so blinkin' tired..
no ed's..
Weeds in the wind, late afternoon, up the bank from the river bend, just down the road from town.
The light is from ther glare off a tin roof.
I could've sat there for longer the other day.
I like this large..
As expected, the plum trees did not bear a large crop this year; the harvest was only about one-third of last year's.
In a typical year, I would have had to climb a tall ladder and spend a long time picking the fruit. This year, however, I was able to harvest the plums simply by gathering the fully ripe ones that fell naturally to the ground.
The plums shown in the uploaded image are yellow fruits captured just before they dropped from the tree. 🍏🍏🍏🍏🍏
Luha ang tanging nakamit buhat sa 'yo
Kaya't sa Maykapal tuwina'y dalangin ko
Sana'y
Kapalaran ko ay magbago
-Moonstar88
Let me just say everything here which I cant speak of in RL because somehow, people expect me to have moved on after 4 months..
6 months, for 6 months I dated someone. Being 31, I really thought he'd be "the one" but how could I even thought of that considering how we started.. I was a reason why he left his fiancee and it has been my insecurity throughout what we had.
The long nights I had to endure listening to his pains, the multiple times he basically cheated on me, the many times I felt I was not enough to him that he had to get attention from other ladies.. the many many many times I had to forgive him and lose myself in the process.
And yet, after all these months I'm still grieving, for I tried to be the ideal wife, cooked for him, took care of him and even his family, extended my patience, bought him foods, meds, just be the woman I thought he deserved. I was loved by his family, he was accepted in mine.
I bargained for him, prayed to God consistently.. and yet, to him I was never enough. I tried to see him in my future, but I was never in his.
We celebrated his 31st somewhere else, he posted the photos but I was never there. I was nowhere to be found in his life, while I made him mine.. and yet at the end of it all, I blame myself, for loving someone who did not love me enough.
And really, it's had to encourage myself lately.. I know I am enough, I know am much more than what he deserved but what he did (micro cheating as he was talking to someone already before we even broke up, and now in a relationship) I just can't easily forget and forgive him. I hate him, I still do.. because after everything I did, everything I gave, the least I deserve was respect, but even that he didnt do.
Sorry for the long post, I just really dont have the guts to say this in RL to anyone and I feel like I need to let these out...
After two hours of waiting I hear a gentle rustling of dry leaves and then here she comes out of the woods.
The scene will repeat itself punctually for several evenings.
Dopo due ore di attesa sento un delicato rumore di foglie secche e poi eccola uscire dal bosco.
La scena si ripeterà per alcune sere.
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As expected the charger for my camera made a surprise reappearance on the day after I‘d bought a new one. Anyway, I was able to take photos of my new home again and did a little tour around a bird sanctuary on Sunday where I took this shot. Unfortunately my computer is still in a box, and I can’t geotag my photos on my tablet; but honestly that doesn’t really matter anyway as the Flickr app tells me that supposedly I took all my geotagged photos in Arinacrinachd, Scotland. (I hope I got that right... does anyone know how to pronounce it? Just out of curiosity LOL)
Reine on Moskenes island, Lofoten archipelago in Northern Norway. All day we had most amazing cloudscapes showing up over these picturesque basalt mountains.
Ce jour-là il pleuvait sur Loc’h ar Guer, je ne pensais pas assister à un tel spectacle : ce couple de cygne tuberculés au milieu de l’eau frémissante… Nageant de concert ou plongeant la tête dans l’eau à la recherche de nourriture — plantes aquatiques —, leur ballet incessant m’a fasciné ! (Étangs de Trévignon / Finistère / Décembre 2020.)
That day it was raining on Loc'h ar Guer, I did not expect to attend such a spectacle: this pair of mute swans in the middle of the quivering water ... Swimming together or plunging their heads into the water looking of food - aquatic plants - their incessant ballet fascinated me! (Ponds of Trévignon / Finistère / December 2020.)
Well……yeah! Was not expecting this!
We were out at the Cabrillo National Monument when I saw what I thought was a flash of blue. This was of course after I had put all my gear away. Sure enough, a western bluebird came and sat on a post right in front of our car. Back out of the car, into the trunk, swapped camera bodies on my lens, close the trunk and it’s still there! I get close for a shot or three and here comes a busload of very noisy kids. Gone! Lucky for me I waited around, and it quickly came back. It was back on a post with a gorgeous springtime background and allowed me to pop off a few frames. Sweet!
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In a country full of spectacular waterfalls, and despite the obvious drawback in that one can never expect to experience this place alone, Skógafoss has been the one to set my pulses on red alert each time I’ve visited. Ok, so that’s only twice - well three times if you count the very brief pit stop we made here on the long journey east to Stafafell - but the mere sight of it makes for a display of extraordinary power. Not only in terms of the improbable physics that are happening right there in front of you, but also in the hold that it will take on your senses as you stand here at the bottom. Sixty metres tall and twenty-five wide, this is where the highlands end abruptly as that huge curtain of water crosses the divide and plummets down to earth in a resounding crescendo right there in front of you. There are bigger waterfalls in Iceland, but you can’t stand underneath many of them like this. And this one has such pleasing dimensions, that clean and uncomplicated single drop perfectly proportioned and surrounded by clouds of vapour that make you wonder whether you should have brought some shower gel and a bath towel. And a thermos full of piping hot coffee to help with the hypothermia afterwards.
We’d come here after breakfast on our third morning in the area, having agreed that the misty grey conditions would suit the subject well. Ironic that when we’d passed through here a week earlier, there had been a bright rainbow right in front of Skógafoss. There had also been a large number of visitors, taking endless Instaselfies as they tripped from their coaches and raced excitedly towards the action. That day we had to wait for a space in the large car park, such was the popularity of the place. Finding the visitor numbers too distracting, we soon moved on, although perhaps we should have photographed that rainbow and made merry with the clone tool later. At that stage we were getting rather blasé on the subject, having spent the previous day photographing a particularly fine example at Háifoss. But there were no more waterfall rainbows for the rest of the trip, and little did we realise we’d missed our chance.
Arriving in the middle of the morning seemed to have paid off. Although far from empty, the car park was noticeably quieter than last time, and with the aid of that trusty pair of welly boots I was soon paddling about in the shallow river, setting the tripod low to bring that foreground rush of water towards the bottom of the frame. And miraculously in these moments there were chances to get the shot with only minimum numbers of stragglers to contend with. There’s always someone standing as close as they dare to, but I only had to airbrush two spectres from the scene here. Bring your wellies and you can often go to places where others can’t.
Last time we came to Iceland, on that final night before heading back to Reykjavík, I got what became my favourite shot of the trip in the form of “Sandwich Bags, Spray and Spectators,” where I was that person standing as close to the white wall as I dared to. And now, an hour after this, I took my favourite shot of this second adventure with “The Watchers.” Very possibly my two most loved images of all time in fact - from a personal point of view anyway. I’m starting to wonder whether or not it’s a coincidence the place delivers pictures that make me feel this happy. I’m quite content with this one as well for that matter. While Skógafoss keeps giving me moments like these, I’ll carry on coming back for more.
Sandwich Bags, Spray and Spectators: www.flickr.com/photos/126574513@N04/50702613408/in/album-...
The Watchers: www.flickr.com/photos/126574513@N04/52420303660/in/album-...
Aspettati il meglio. Preparati per il peggio. Fai tesoro di ciò che ti accade.
Zig Ziglar
Expect the best. Prepare for the worst. Capitalize on what comes.
Zig Ziglar
At no point this year did I expect to catch a matched pair of warbonnets on a CPKC train...nearly 30 years after the official loss of Santa Fe to the BNSF merger.
After hours of blocking moves by UP at Valley Junction in East St. Louis, Illinois, CPKC M259 is finally on the move and headed for M&O Junction. There, the crew will flip the power to put the bad-ordered leader in trail, then head north to Roodhouse, and west to Kansas City.
Had to get this cool and unusual consist once I heard about it coming down on M258 the day prior. Thanks to DL and DM and all the other birdies who kept track of this move for the greater good of mankind.
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Beginning in February we expect to see wild mustard and greening grass turn Northern California fields, hills, and vineyards into a feast for the eyes.
Brassica – wild mustard – is not native to California, and is considered invasive. I read somewhere that it was brought here by early Franciscan missionaries – but that might just be a legend. Grape growers find it useful as ground cover which they turn under later as mulch.
For February’s Alphabet Fun: Y is for Yellow
And for “We’re Here!” where the day’s theme is Yellow Yellow Yellow Things
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UP 9009 and a pair of GEs take this MALNP(?) southbound past the old CRI&P interlocker in downtown Albert Lea, MN on UP's Spine Line. This is the last standing interlocking tower left in the state of Minnesota, as I understand it. This train--which had 53' stacks on the rear of the train, courtesy of the new intermodal deal UP's got in the Twin Cities--is traversing over the then Canadian Pacific, originally MILW, and now CPKC Jackson Subdivision. For being inoperable, the tower honestly doesn't look to be in the worst shape, IMO. Caught this train by complete chance, too. Sometimes things just work out and bucket list items magically get checked off when you least expect it. Taken on the UP Albert Lea Subdivision on 3/26/22.