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The terraces were dug following the natural curves of the landscape. The thickness of the walls stores heat during the day and diffuses it at night. Thanks to this method it has been possible to obtain a different microclimate as one goes down and gets closer to the centre. An average temperature difference of 5°C was observed, whereas the difference is only 0.5°C over comparable height differences at the same location. Due to its sheltered position, each of the terraces represents approximately one thousand metres of altitude under normal growing conditions.
I happened to come by Marvin the other day and thought we could have some fun.
Happy Teddy Bear Tuesday
Hace meses que se busca al arquitecto del hangar..debe explicar algunos cálculos. Since months ago seeking the hangar architect.... he must explain some calculation. :))
Can anyone explain why a duck with this handsome bill is named for the nearly invisible ring around his neck?
Indigo Buntings are actually black; the diffraction of light through their feathers makes them look blue. This explains why males can appear many shades from turquoise to black.
They are more common now than when the pilgrims first landed. This is due to an increase in their favorite habitat of woodland edges, such as power line clearings and along roads.
They migrate at night, using the pattern of stars nearest the North Star to guide them. In captivity, these birds will become disoriented if they can’t see the stars in April/May and September/October.
He looks slightly sceptical here but in fact he seems to like snow and wasn't pleased when I urged him to return indoors. :)
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I was very close to these breeding birds, but had to shoot them through two locked gates, which explains the composition.
Coast Guard Pier, Monterey, Ca. March, 2022.
This evenings light was amazing to see...even Clover was lol, looking at it...Right before this happened there was a golden glow atop all the trees...something to look for when there's going to be a red sundown.
Explore #387 Feb. 27, 2012
View of a lovely sunset sky through a window a St. Kate's college in St. Paul Mn.
"From the outside looking in you can never understand it. From the inside looking out you can never explain it."
~ A greek quote
Can't explain this wind of the moment , it made me smile while taking it . She seen me... smiled .... the wind .... i click .... and i smiled too :)
cute Lady
Quoting Wikipedia to explain this German phenomenon/cult object:
The "Strandkorb" ((from German, lit. meaning: 'beach basket'; Danish: strandkurv; English: 'hooded beach chair') is a special hooded windbreak seating furniture used at vacation and seaside resorts, constructed from wicker, wood panels and canvas, usually seating up to two people, with reclining backrests. It was designed to provide comfort seating and shelter from wind, rain, sand gusts and sunburn on beach seafront resorts frequented by tourists. Other built-in details, like extendable footrests, sun awning, side folding tables and storage space, provide the user with several comforts.
Strandkörbe are found at nearly all beach seafront resorts of the German North Sea and Baltic Sea costa, as well as other beach seafronts. The Strandkorb beach-chair is considered a cult object of German "Gemütlichkeit", which has survived two world wars, social and industrial revolutions and the East-West divide of Germany. From spring to autumn, they can usually be rented from beach-chair wardens (German Strandkorbwärter). Two different shapes can be distinguished, the straight angular North Sea variety and the round rolling Baltic Sea variety.
This photo shows the Baltic - round - version :-).
Here's the chair's history: sunlimitedpatio.com/history/
This is my favorite picture from Hawaii early in the month, and it was thanks to a parking ticket! Let me explain...Earlier in the day we stopped to visit the Pu'u O Kila lookout as the clouds started to develop across the Napoli Coast in Kauai. As we pulled up there was a road closed sign. We asked a park official if we could still hike to the lookout and asked how far it was. He said it was a mile away and then he highly recommended we make the hike because it was the best view on the island. He was right, the hike was totally worth it (pictures to come later), but he neglected to mention that there was a cost to park in the parking area where we were located and there wasn't a sign that I saw indicating that either. As we drove away, I noticed several miles down the road that there was a business card under the wiper blade that was red with the word "ALOHA!" on it. That didn't seem like a friendly welcome. Essentially, it was a warning that we hadn't paid for parking and it was required, and the park service had our license plate number recorded. I figured I would find a way to pay online, but that didn't work either. Finally at the end of the day, after our other hikes and activities were finished, I figured I would just drive back to the park and pay the fee. As we pulled up to the parking kiosk at the Kalalau lookout I noticed a beautiful orange sunset glow near the viewpiont. I ran up there with my camera and was absolutely stunned. The sunset was amazing, the lighting was perfect, the colors were outstanding. I literally stumbled into one of the most beautiful scenes by accident. A big "Mahalo" to Hawaii State Parks for the red "Aloha" notice on my windshield. Without that, I would have never captured this scene.
With his camouflage, spotted pattern, and a body and muscular evolved for ambush, if you happen to be prey, most often you don't even know who has been watching you before it's all too late.
This Leopard we only spotted thanks to a few other vehicles before us having seen him climb up the tree and resting down for the day. Even though, it took a bit of pointing out and searching with Binos, before we could make him out between all the branches and leaves.
We were fortunate, in that he kept moving around a little to find a more comfortable spot, so I managed a small series of good spots - it was a tough decision of which of these I'd like to display on Flickr and in the end decided on 2 :)
Seeing Leopards is always special. Never taken for granted, and always in the full knowledge of the presence of a Predator that would have no qualms in shelving us in their prey repertoire, given the chance. I don't think I have any such rush of emotions when watching a Lion Pride, or a Cheetah family... purely irrational, and purely emotional and I cannot explain it, but there it is.
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the shot Explain what im in !! =\
so Unfortunately ...
I'll STOP SHOTING + MAKING SOME WORKSHOPS
why!?
good quistion =D
cuz in fact i'll be a Doctor enshalla but that's not a really a big reason =\
actully i don't have much ideas for shooting =\
and i have a lot of works to do !!
so guys give me a while a break and enshalla
i'll came soon with a new crazy shots and ideas too ;D
t,c all :D
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Robin - Erithacus rubecula
Our ever reliable Little Robin...
The European robin (Erithacus rubecula), known simply as the robin or robin redbreast in the British Isles, is a small insectivorous passerine bird, specifically a chat, that was formerly classified as a member of the thrush family (Turdidae) but is now considered to be an Old World flycatcher.
The robin occurs in Eurasia east to Western Siberia, south to Algeria and on the Atlantic islands as far west as the Azores and Madeira. It is a vagrant in Iceland. In the south-east, it reaches the Caucasus range. Irish and British robins are largely resident but a small minority, usually female, migrate to southern Europe during winter, a few as far as Spain. Scandinavian and Russian robins migrate to Britain and western Europe to escape the harsher winters. These migrants can be recognised by the greyer tone of the upper parts of their bodies and duller orange breast. The European robin prefers spruce woods in northern Europe, contrasting with its preference for parks and gardens in Ireland and Britain.
Attempts to introduce the European robin into Australia and New Zealand in the latter part of the 19th century were unsuccessful. Birds were released around Melbourne, Auckland, Christchurch, Wellington and Dunedin by various local acclimatisation societies, with none becoming established. There was a similar outcome in North America as birds failed to establish after being released in Long Island, New York in 1852, Oregon in 1889–1892, and the Saanich Peninsula in British Columbia in 1908–1910.
The robin is diurnal, although has been reported to be active hunting insects on moonlit nights or near artificial light at night. Well known to British and Irish gardeners, it is relatively unafraid of people and drawn to human activities involving the digging of soil, in order to look out for earthworms and other food freshly turned up. Indeed, the robin is considered to be a gardener's friend and for various folklore reasons the robin would never be harmed. In continental Europe on the other hand, robins were hunted and killed as with most other small birds, and are more wary.
Robins also approach large wild animals, such as wild boar and other animals which disturb the ground, to look for any food that might be brought to the surface. In autumn and winter, robins will supplement their usual diet of terrestrial invertebrates, such as spiders, worms and insects, with berries and fruit. They will also eat seed mixtures placed on bird-tables.
The robin features prominently in British folklore, and that of northwestern France, but much less so in other parts of Europe. It was held to be a storm-cloud bird and sacred to Thor, the god of thunder, in Norse mythology. Robins feature in the traditional children's tale, Babes in the Wood; the birds cover the dead bodies of the children.
More recently, the robin has become strongly associated with Christmas, taking a starring role on many Christmas cards since the mid 19th century. The robin has appeared on many Christmas postage stamps. An old British folk tale seeks to explain the robin's distinctive breast. Legend has it that when Jesus was dying on the cross, the robin, then simply brown in colour, flew to his side and sang into his ear in order to comfort him in his pain. The blood from his wounds stained the robin's breast, and thereafter all robins got the mark of Christ's blood upon them.
An alternative legend has it that its breast was scorched fetching water for souls in Purgatory.
The association with Christmas more probably arises from the fact that postmen in Victorian Britain wore red jackets and were nicknamed "Robins"; the robin featured on the Christmas card is an emblem of the postman delivering the card.
In the 1960s, in a vote publicised by The Times, the robin was adopted as the unofficial national bird of the UK.
In 2015, the robin was again voted Britain's national bird in a poll organised by birdwatcher David Lindo, taking 34% of the final vote.
i have been one acquainted with the night
i have walked out in rain and back in rain
i have outwalked the furthest city light
i have looked down the saddest city lane
i have passed by the watchman on his beat
and dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain
i have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
when far away an interrupted cry
came over houses from another street
but not to call me back or say good-bye
and further still at an unearthly height
a luminary clock against the sky
proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right
i have been one acquainted with the night
-Robert Frost "Acquainted with the Night"
I usually prefer to write my own description, but I felt this poem was perfect for the image.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio 2.0 and Lightroom Classic.
Interesting title name, hope it caught your eye. I will spend hours sometimes trying to think of the right word, that special word that will explain everything in one simple way. Whether I am writing in my journal or scribbling out poetry, the correct word is extremely important. I found this word awhile back and it became one of my favorite words to say, to feel and hold on to. maybe that sounds silly, but just like a song or a picture, one word can say it all. Saudade means: "a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves."
Ah the beauty of being understand. There ARE words that conjure every tear, every sleepless night and somehow capture the deep sadness that never leaves after someone you love so deeply is gone. I love the wistful look on my son's face in this picture. He wanted to visit the horses on the side. He didn't understand why he couldn't just squeeze through and walk across to pet their velvety noses. Much like a child, I feel the longing and wistfulness of wanting to reach past the "fence" that keeps me from those I love on the other side. There has to be others out there who feel this way sometimes. In fact I know there is, I have met several of you!<3 I hope this word gives you the comfort of being understood as it does me. Sending much love out tonight! xx
Ich weiß nicht mehr, wo dieses Foto entstanden ist. Vielleicht irgendwo zwischen zwei Etappen, zwischen Asphalt und Staub, zwischen einem Abzweig und dem nächsten. Die Wüsten im Südwesten unterscheiden sich – in Farben, Formen, Gesteinsschichten – und gleichen sich doch auf eine eigentümliche Weise. Als würde dieselbe Idee immer wieder neu variiert.
Manches ist spektakulär. Aber vieles nicht. Vieles liegt einfach da: ein Hang, eine Ebene, ein unscheinbarer Einschnitt im Boden. Nichts, was man benennen oder erklären müsste. Und vielleicht ist es genau das, was daran fasziniert. Dass es Landschaften gibt, die nicht um Erinnerung buhlen.
Dieses Foto gehört zu ihnen. Es zeigt nichts, was man abhaken könnte. Kein Wow-Moment. Vielleicht liegt gerade darin die Ruhe dieser Gegend: dass sie sich nicht festhalten lässt, sondern eher wie ein Gefühl im Gedächtnis bleibt. Und dass man lernen kann, auch auf das Unspektakuläre zu schauen – auf das, was einfach da ist.
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I don’t remember where this photograph was taken. Perhaps somewhere between two stages, between asphalt and dust, between one turnoff and the next. The deserts of the Southwest differ from one another—in color, form, layers of rock—and yet they resemble each other in a peculiar way. As if the same idea were being varied again and again.
Some things are spectacular. But much is not. Much simply lies there: a slope, a plain, an inconspicuous cut in the ground. Nothing that needs to be named or explained. And perhaps that is exactly what is fascinating about it—that there are landscapes that do not vie for memory.
This photograph is one of them. It shows nothing you could tick off a list. No wow moment. Perhaps that is where the calm of this place lies: in the fact that it cannot be grasped, but remains more like a feeling in the mind. And that one can learn to look at the unspectacular as well—at what is simply there.
As I explained in the description to my "Suburban Dreams" slideshow, each of these photographs are related to the other. www.flickr.com/photos/luminosity7/52638166831/in/datepost...
They are not random shots, but each tells us one more thing about the nature of a typical modern working class suburb. I always work in series, but this collection was most definitely planned. The twilight setting and light is all part of the creation of a mood. Is it possible to find things of beauty in the midst of the mundane and ordinary? That's more about philosophy than photography. And why I am such an odd fit for Flickr.
I cannot. A double-exposure, the first thing one would jump to, is out. How could the second exposure on the same frame just selectively put in the three rectangular images without all the surrounding details? Very weird. I cannot possibly explain it but maybe one of you can. This was not taken through a window. I was standing out on our balcony in the open air.
Yashica FX-3 Super 2000 with Yashica ML 28mm f/2.8
Portra 400
February 9, 2021