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False Creek near downtown Vancouver is not a creek but rather an inlet leading out to English Bay and eventually the Pacific Ocean. The location is prime real-estate lined with beautiful condos and private docks full of boats.
While walking along the banks of False Creek I came across a boat that had run aground and partially capsized on some rocks. It was an interesting sight to see with the mast sticking far out of the water and half the hull still visible. I thought it’d make an interesting subject to photograph against the scenic backdrop so I decided to return at sunset for some better lighting. Upon returning much to my dismay the tide had risen quite a bit and the hull was full submerged. Alas, visibly grounded boat at sunset wasn’t meant to be so mostly sunken boat at sunset would have to do :)
If you look larger, you may see the male loon's beak is full of lake bottom detritus which he is throwing about in the very first stages of nest-building. Maybe this is just practice because there is simply not enough land here to support a nest. He since decided on a more appropriate and secluded spot. Oh, and I know it's the "he" because the male loon always selects the site for the nest..
A Black Skimmer comes up with something that is not a fish from his latest skim
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The warm temps and rain have fooled the Spring flowers into blooming...Tonight Winter sets in here and will likely kill or ruin most of them...I decided to just catch a fleeting moment while it was here...
False Creek _ Blue Hour
Vancouver
British Columbia,
Canada
Evening reflections
False Creek is a short inlet in the heart of Vancouver. It separates downtown from the rest of the city. It was named by George Henry Richards during his Hydrographic survey of 1856-63. George Richards named False Creek during his survey of the coast in the mid-19th century. While traveling along the south side of the Burrard Inlet, he thought he was traversing a creek; upon discovering his error, he gave the waterway its modern name. Wikipedia
The Burrard Bridge (also referred to as the Burrard Street Bridge) is a five-lane, Art Deco style, steel truss bridge constructed in 1930-1932 in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. The high, five part bridge on four piers spans False Creek, connecting downtown Vancouver with Kitsilano via connections to Burrard Street on both ends. It is one of three bridges crossing False Creek.
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Resting on a damp afternoon in a hillside meadow in the Parque Natural de Cebollera in Northern Spain (4827).
Funny how a picture can lie. Looks like I've taken this picture from some remote area, when in fact I'm in the middle of a very populated part of Washington State. Just happen to be from this spot, and the right amount of zoom on my lens, no buildings or signs of people are visible.
This is Mount Rainier, and was taken when traffic on WA-167 in Pacific, Washington stopped (it's does that a lot). Looking at my map I'd say the distance is about 40 miles "as the crow flys". (If a crow ever flew in a straight line, what a strange saying when you think about it.) Went from Pacific to Bellingham WA and now on my way to Denver. Hopefully I'll have a few photo ops on the way.
I believe that this is a False Potato Beetle. I was out doing macro photography yesterday and when I came home this beauty was on my front door. It was like it was waiting for me. I moved it to my garden and got some photos before it disappeared. Photographed in Maryland..
The false deathcap (Amanita citrina) is distinguished from the true deathcap by its bulbous base and smell of raw potatoes. It is an edible species, though not nearly tasty enough to warrant the worry of mistaking it for its notorious cousin. Be very, very sure of your identification skills if you plan to eat it!
Resting late evening in a gloomy hillside clearing after a day of rain in the Parque Natural de Cebollera in Northern Spain (4979).