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Not only is this Canada Goose Gosling showing it's good side, but you can clearly see where the outline of the white will be on it's face. The goslings are growing at a very fast rate and each time I see them something else has changed or is different.
"Facing it, always facing it, that's the way to get through. Face it."
Quote - Joseph Conrad
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The song of the Black-faced Solitaire is pretty amazing to me; it doesn’t sound like it could be coming from a bird. When this photo was taken, I could hear several of them singing in the cloud forest around me but just couldn’t seem to spot one. After quite some time stalking around the dense vegetation, I spotted this beauty directly in front of me. I had only a few moments before the bird flew to another perch but did manage a couple of photos.
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Myadestes melanops
Banded demoiselle - Gebänderte Prachtlibelle - Calopteryx splendens ♂
Focus stack of 62 individual captures.
Can you see the photographer's reflection in virtually every single dew drop? 😄
White faced heron flying over the Pipiroa wetlands from my recent visit. This is along from the cycle trail near Kopu, Thames.
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White-faced Heron, Egretta novaehollandiae
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I was working with this Heron, and looked down to step to the left for a chance to get a little extra light onto the face...
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“Three Faces” is some Photoshop digital art.
The Japanese say you have three faces.
The first face, you show to the world.
The second face, you show to your close friends and your family.
The third face, you never show anyone. It is the truest reflection of who you are.
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The grey bill and dark underside identify this as a White-faced Ibis and not merely a (large) juvenile White Ibis. Shoveler Pond, Anahuac National Wildlife Refuge, Texas.
Nature's Face
The beauty that is Wales
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“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.