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I could lie amongst these woolly creatures with their serene calm; their peaceful existence broken only by the musical bleats of their harmonic flock communication.
Captured at: Ladybower, Derbyshire UK
Captured on: November 2018
Created using: Topaz Labs, and Topaz Studio
Pacific Crest Trail, Mount Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest, Washington
After what has seemed like the longest, wettest, coldest spring ever, and after hiking last weekend in a chilly downpour with rain gear and fleece layers, I finally had the chance to hike in glorious summer sunshine today.
The higher alpine areas are still under snow cover, including much of my favorite summer hiking destination, Mount Rainier National Park. So I headed to the mid-elevation mountains of the Central Cascades near Snoqualmie Pass and hiked a section of the Pacific Crest Trail. It is always a bit of a thrill for me to hike on part of this iconic trail and today the views were spectacular.
It was a joyous, heart-happy day being back in the mountains and the sunshine, and the entire hike felt like a celebration.
A bitterly cold day in the Peak District, but now I'm acclimatised to the cold after the autumnal warmth of Spain, I made the full traverse of Parkhouse and Chrome Hills yesterday.
I took this shot on my way back down from Chrome, but I wasn't going to attempt the climb and descent of `Parkhouse" again on my return to Earl Sterndale.
The climb up Parkhouse wasn't too bad at first, but whilst the slope was icy, the top quarter inch of any soil areas was soft and it was sticking to the bottom of my Boots making things treacherously slippy. The descent you can see on the distant ridge of Parkhouse was lethal with the steep drop off either side. It certainly concentrated my mind with my heavy camera rucksack not helping my nimble steps on the slippery knife edge limestone rocks.
Anyway I survived the slithering descent and had a lovely day out and I only saw one other hardy walker with his dog. This sheep grazing amongst the snowy grass seemed oblivious to my presence, as I took in this wonderful view of the Peak District Dragon Back!
The practice of seeing clearly is what finally moves us toward kindness. Seeing, again and again, the infinite variety of traps we create for seducing the mind into struggle, seeing the endless rounds of meaningless suffering over lusts and aversions (which, although seemingly urgent, are essentially empty), we feel compassion for ourselves.
Sylvia Boorstein, “The Wisdom of Discomfort”
........ A cette marée montante du meurtre, beaucoup plus acide que la vie (parce que la vie n’est pas aussi lumineuse de sang que la mort), il serait impossible d’opposer plus que des vétilles, les supplications comiques de vieilles dames. Toutes choses n’étaient-elles pas destinées à l’embrasement, flammes et tonnerre mêlés, aussi pâles que le souffre allumé, qui prend à la gorge. Une hilarité me tournait la tête : j’avais, à me découvrir en face de cette catastrophe une ironie noire, celle qui accompagne les spasmes dans les moments où personne ne peut se tenir de crier ........
[G.B]
At over 600 year old The Fleece is the only public house operated by the National Trust. It is located in the pretty Cotswold village of Bretforton and is seen here at dusk.
The angora goat is an ancient breed, with records of the use of goat hair for clothing found as early as the 14th century BC.
In 1550 a Dutchman discovered the goats, which became known as angora goats (angora being a corruption of the word Ankara) and began to generate a demand for their fleece.
In 1554 a pair of angora goats was presented to the Pope in Rome.
Mohair, the name given to the fleece of angora goats, is derived from the Arabic word Mukhaya meaning "cloth of bright lustrous goat hair"
The Sultan of Turkey placed a ban on the export of both raw fleece and goats, and for several centuries they remained incarcerated in Turkey.
Eventually, in the mid-19th century, small numbers of angora goats were exported from Turkey to South Africa and, a little later, to Texas and New Zealand. These animals formed the foundations of the modern national herds in those countries, both by pure breeding and crossing with the indigenous feral goats.
Today, these countries are the biggest producers of angora goats and mohair in the world.
Apart from a few animals presented to Queen Victoria which did not survive, the angora goat did not reach the UK until 1981.
Source: British Angora Goat Society
The Fleece Inn is a public house in Bretforton, in the Vale of Evesham, Worcestershire, England: the half-timbered building, over six hundred years old, has been a pub since 1848, and is now owned by the National Trust.
We stayed here for two nights and had a wonderful stay.
2016 02 18 182136 Worcestershire Bretforton Fleece Inn LR
Snowflake from last year - I guess I never uploaded this one.
Canon Poweshot SD1100 with AGFA macro lens attached magnetically. Handheld, natural light. Background is fleece.
Much better shot through a mirror on the bus. This was taken with a dSLR, which in my opinion is why the quality looks better. It's a good thing the light took its time too - I would have been thrown forward and to the side if the light had changed.
Note* The fleece I got from Vancouver.
Man, I think this is one of my best photos - my fleece is vibrant and it's so very clear and sharp. It looks so real. Did it have to be a photo of me? I really sound narcissistic, but I mean the quality of the photo, not myself.
The Golden Fleece is one of York's oldest public houses with a licence traceable to the late 16th century. It also one of the most haunted places in the city, a reputation put to good use by frequent "ghost tours" for tourists. The present facade dates from the mid 19th century but the building behind the facade may be contemporary with the 17th century Herbert House, the large timber framed building to the right, as early drawings show this to have had three gables to Pavement rather than the two that exist today. This drawing was done as a commission for a visitor to York who stayed in the Golden Fleece before the pandemic of 2020-21. It was based on an earlier sketch of the building in my sketchbook.
The golden takin (Budorcas taxicolor bedfordi) from the Qin Mountains in south Shaanxi province, China, is one of four recognized takin subspecies. Its coat is golden in color and may have been the origin of the “golden fleece” of Greek mythology.
San Diego Zoo
Conservation status: Endangered
Speaking of retro, this old Golden Fleece sign graces someone's fence in Invermay. Golden Fleece used to be a popular brand of Australian petrol. In 1981 it was sold to Caltex and promptly disappeared. www.goldenfleece.net.au/history
This is Anna at her fleeciest. She's getting shorn on Sunday, and will look much different afterward, especially around the face. She'll still have a sassy attitude, though. She's always the first to poke her head into the feed room when I'm taking too long in there.
A window, found in Buckingham, which has seen better days, with some of the panes of glass broken. I'm guessing this window belonged to an abandoned industrial building. I liked how the insulation looked like wool and how it was trying to make its way out of the building.
Entered into Buckingham Camera Club's POTY 2020 (R6 Through Glass). It scored 20/20
On their way in to Yass during the bi-annual "Haulin' the Hume" run for historic, veteran and vintage trucks and a get together of drivers; on the old Hume Highway.
(1/6) 1967 WHITE 2364 of Ray Schembri.
(2/6) Churchill's of Holbrook, lovely 1990 KENWORTH.
(3/6) 1971 INTERNATIONAL C1800 of Schroder's at Bringelly.
(4/6) Not sure on the year of this DIAMOND T, but I'd suggest very early 1960's! With the long gone and missed Golden Fleece fuel brand.
(5/6) 1985 KENWORTH K125 with the Run's advert pantec.
(6/6) 1962 INTERNATIONAL RD-200.
Yass, New South Wales, Australia.
Olive, the young alpaca, likes to eat hay strands from the fur of Rosa, the Dorset sheep. In the process, Olive sometimes gets wool in her diet.
Late afternoon in the hills on the Fleurieu Peninsula, South Australia. The stock walking pads seemingly exaggerating some of the long shadows of the sheep..
Just back from a weekend in Dorset at my Grandfather's, and this is the first image to be ready. It cost me a set of sunset pictures over Kimmeridge, but the sight of these sheep under the falling sun demanded a stop and leaping of stile.
They're at the foot of the hill near Steeple, and behind those hills is the Jurassic Coast and all manner of wonder, such as www.flickr.com/photos/flatworldsedge/5092591483/ taken the following evening.
Stands out viewed on black. Hope everyone has had a great weekend.
Update: Explored #106. Many thanks to everyone who has commented, fav'ed and viewed. I massively appreciate the attention and insights offered. Thanks to all! Well worth missing Kimmeridge on this occasion.
Rochdale Town Centre- Overlooking the former General Post Office building, now a bar (The Medicine Tap) and offices