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Scilly Isles Pelagic. A pod of 3 Minke's gatecrashing a tuna feeding frenzy (large mass of small bait fish being attacked by bluefin tuna), and occasionally breaching. Also seen on the trip - dophins (daily), Cuvier's Beaked Whale and the boat caught/tagged a large blue shark. Thanks for any likes/comments - appreciated.
Grey Squirrel / sciurus carolinensis. Staffordshire. 28/10/22.
'GATECRASHING.'
Attracted by the activity of small birds feeding on seed, this Grey Squirrel moved cautiously forward. They are never long in joining a party!
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My favorite primate in India has to be the Gray langurs or Hanuman langurs – they are the most widespread langurs in Indian and always seem relaxed as if they haven’t a care in the world. Saw an article during my last trip about how wedding parties are using langurs to keep the peace. Apparently anxious brides wanting the perfect wedding day are leaving nothing to chance hiring langurs (and handlers) to keep pesky smaller more aggressive monkeys at bay. Grey langurs are becoming a popular tool at outdoor weddings to ward off the rhesus monkeys, which are known to gatecrash and wreak havoc. Apparently the langur-handlers are much in demand during the winter wedding season – I see a career for me if this science thing doesn’t pan out!
For once, a male GS woodpecker visits the garden! Maybe there was a ruling over the female only policy!
(through a dirty window...)
A couple of gannets trying to gatecrash the courting couples on top of the cliffs near RSPB Bempton Cliffs. Huge areas of the cifftops at the moment are a riot of colour due to masses of red campion and hogweed.
Most likely my best shot from the model shoot gatecrash,she was indeed a lovely lady with a great sense of humour...and was extremely kind
It was Thomas Heaton who’d shared the fact that there might be something worth visting at the bottom of the Exmoor uplands on the North Somerset coast. Most of the YouTube gurus I follow are based in the North of England, an area that takes a day of travel to get to from here, so it was quite rewarding to find one of them suddenly turning up in the South West. Not exactly on my own patch you understand, but near enough to think of it as local turf that we might reasonably get to in an outing. I love watching the likes of Danson, Heaton and Turner scouring the distantly dramatic landscapes of Cumbria, North Yorkshire and plenty more besides, but those places are just so far from home – in fact almost everywhere is a long way from here. I usually rely on some of you to show me the best of the world beyond the Tamar. One day I’ll head north and gatecrash your party armed with a bagful of camera gear. I promise.
The petrified trees of Porlock were certainly enough of a draw to be added to the proposed itinerary for the February trip to Somerset. It seemed that if we were lucky enough to have a spring tide high enough to make it over the big bank of shingle at the back of the beach, the marsh upon which they’d died might even be flooded. It was apparently for this reason that they are in their current condition. Unarguably past resuscitation, but forever preserved in salt. The wellies were duly included in the inventory just in case. I watched Tom’s video again, just a couple more times to see whether I could learn anything. In the preparations for the trip, a deal of hasty research took place on the subject of spring tides, a topic that none of us seemed to have spent much time studying before. But our visit to the area coincided nicely with the presence of the new moon that we had learned was the key ingredient to the possibility of us getting our feet wet once or twice.
As it happened, the tide times didn’t work. Those short winter days have their benefits for us togs, but nearly sixteen hours of blackout would pretty much cover all of the high tides. Call us half-hearted if you will, but we’d just about managed to crawl out of bed early enough to crawl over the dunes and be gratified by the arrival of a spring tide that washed beneath the stilts of Burnham Lighthouse. Porlock was that bit too far away to be certain of a result. It looked close enough on the map, but I’d driven much of that road before and past experience was telling me it would take an age to get to the car park before making the boggy hike to the site in total darkness. Still, we agreed we’d probably go there – after all in their minimalist setting the trees would be worth seeing whether they were surrounded by the Bristol Channel or not. Maybe we’d make it our last port of call on the way back home to Cornwall on the Friday afternoon. It seemed a bit of a trek to have to retrace our tyre treads all the way back to Burnham after all. Besides which, I was the driver and I didn’t want to spend the better part of three hours driving when daylight time was at a premium.
In the event, “Friday” came a day early as the imminent arrival of Storm Eunice concertina’d our plans. After a successful Thursday morning at the lighthouse, it was agreed that with the promise of a torment that might overturn high sided vehicles on motorways, it may be sensible to stay indoors for the big show, cowering under a table wearing a crash helmet and thermal underwear. Possibly other clothing too. The reservation meant that we would have to leave our digs on the day of the storm and head straight into the face of the oncoming tempest, and as you get older you become more intent on continuing life’s journey for as long as you possibly can. Besides which, I rather like the look of my car in its intended shape and condition – although it does need a wash. It wasn’t the first time we’d managed to book a photography trip in the middle of all hell breaking loose across the land either. Two years earlier, we’d hidden in our rented cottage at the edge of Snowdonia, at one point watching a seagull flying backwards past the living room window, courtesy of Eunice’s cousin Ciara. Quite how we’d managed to engineer such a situation on two consecutive adventures I’m not sure, but it was suggested we avoid February next time we do this. It’s so often the month when winter announces her exit with a tantrum or two.
It was a predictably long drive to Porlock, a pretty village surrounded by big Exmoor hills, seemingly cut off from the world and happily so at that. A bit further and we were at the weir, faced by one of those frightening car parks that threatens to drain your life savings if you mistype your registration number into the machine or wait for more than four nanoseconds before engaging with it and paying the fee. From here we ambled back along the lane, to the edge of the beach and then onto the salty marsh, where we trudged slowly and squelchingly around the sodden perimeter towards those skeletal shapes in the distance. It took a while, but we were glad we made the effort. Just the odd soggy jogger or dog walker pottered past as we lost ourselves in compositions, only the falling light and the ticking clock on that parking ticket eventually forcing us back towards the end of the trip.
The drive home commenced with an almost endless thirty mile dawdle through the darkness along narrow lanes beneath the drenched woodland canopy of Exmoor. Quite what breathtaking scenes we were missing will only be discovered if any of us are ever feeling bold enough to tackle that road to Tiverton in daylight, but I’m not sure I really want to. I’ve rarely been so pleased to see a motorway, and I’ve rarely been so relieved to end an adventure earlier than we’d really wanted to. The next day I hid under the bed, having given up looking for my cycle helmet (it was later discovered in the garage) as Eunice battered the world outside, bending the sycamores in the garden almost to breaking point and attempting to lift the solar panels from the roof and launch them into the neighbours’ gardens. News came through that an articulated lorry had indeed been overturned on the southbound carriage of the M5, holding up traffic for some hours, roughly at the time when we might not have been far behind it. I hope the driver got over the ordeal. Some togs were brave enough to get out and capture the action, but it wasn’t for me. Live to set up the tripod another day I think. After all, we need to get back to Porlock Marsh on a spring tide one fine day.
Every once in a while, a little spindrift squall would gatecrash proceedings, sometimes in the form of a mini-tornado or 'whlrling dervish' of snow spicules. Gazed upon later with absolute fascination on my part, they were, however, a real nuisance during the business of photography, creeping up unannounced & blowing pinpricks of icy particles down the back of my neck.
Brandon Hill Park in Bristol, Avon.
Also known as St Brandon's Hill, it lies in between the districts of Clifton and Hotwells. At the summit is the Cabot Tower, opened in 1897 to commemorate the 400th anniversary of John Cabot's voyage from Bristol to Newfoundland in 1497.
Brandon Hill was granted to the council in 1174 by the Earl of Gloucester, and used for grazing until 1625 when it became a public open space, possibly the oldest municipal open space in the country. During the late eighteenth and early nineteenth century it was a popular venue for public meetings by reform groups like the Chartists. In 1832, the hill was the location of the Great Reform Dinner, which was famously gatecrashed.
From 1840 onward Brandon Hill was improved with walls and walks. A crowd of 30,000 watched the launch of SS Great Britain from the hill on 7 July 1843. It remained a site of popular protest however, with 20,000 unemployed workers gathering at the top the hill in January 1880 to protest their situation.
The park is steep and is divided into informal gardens, a small nature reserve and open grassland. The two-hectare nature reserve has been run since 1980 by the Avon Wildlife Trust who have their headquarters beside the park.
The wildflower meadow includes ox-eye daisies, yellow rattle and knapweed. A pond provides a breeding site for frogs, toads and Smooth Newts. The butterfly garden supplies food for caterpillars and many kinds of butterflies. Birds such as jay, bullfinch and blackcap are seen in the reserve. Native trees and shrubs have been planted, and the meadow is cut for hay in July.
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Over two-hours of tropical rainfall surprised me in the jungle today. Fortunately there was an empty cave to shelter in. I was careful to check if any wild animals were in here before I gatecrashed! Only 6-days ago someone photographed a Blue Malayan Coral Snake (Calliophis bivirgatus) in this very spot!
Continuing the theme of mucking about on ALX400s, back in June me and tr_nt. gatecrashed one of the University of Nottingham open days to see what buses were present for the occasion. It turned out to be an all-Sharpes affair with the majority of the offering being ex-Dublin B7TLs, one of which was SIL 706 operating the Campus Loop.
Although it was a chance to see a decent chunk of the Sharpes fleet in action, the lack of operator diversity was disappointing compared to - for example - the Lincoln open day I photted last year which featured over a dozen different coach companies. The array coaches responsible for ferrying prospective students in from nearby towns were nowhere to be seen.
UoN University Park Campus
28.6.25
Never one to miss an opportunity, I gatecrashed a professional photo shoot while in Mandalay (by basically standing surreptitiously in the background...)
Teddy and Mango Pudding wanted to take a photo together....They posed and I snapped a pic of them....But look who followed them and gatecrashed the photo?...A bunch of sneaky yellow things.....hehe....
The story continues......
I gatecrashed the girls spa weekend well it was their own fault for booking a suite with a second bed.
Amazing having my number one model of all time Sarah May dutifully agreeing to my go stand there commands just like the old days.
She is 27 in August can you believe that!
She is as lovely as ever too.
To be honest, this is not a shot I would ordinarily include. I would have loved to get closer or even catch a cormorant flying or diving. But at least this gives you an idea of how they've made themselves at home here on this little rocky island. If you look closely you'll see one cheeky little seagull gatecrashing the cormorant party. That seems to be the way with gulls. Nature's little practical jokers.
This one was determined to find a place on the groyne, though some were very vocal to the intruder.
Brighton, Sussex - UK
The Ptarmigan ridge, below, on the left.
With the BBC, Met office & MWIS all confidently predicting a clear sky at dawn for the Southern Highlands, I was just a bit disgruntled (am I ever gruntled?) when - after this initial blink of dawn sunshine - a dense blanket of high cloud, & accompanying hill fog, seized an opportunity to gatecrash the party!
This shot was rather precarious, as I was teetering just short of a snow-cornice, with icy gusts & sporadic spindrift roaring up Ben Lomond's northern corrie, seemingly desperate to throw me off - or at least PUT me off!
As is often the case, the photo's apparent serenity belies a rather blustery environment.
A pleasant surprise when I arrived at this section of the Grand Union Canal at Norton Junction, Northamptonshire. Working boat 'Nutfield' and butty 'Raymond' are seen moored up. There seemed to be a photo charter going on, which I seemed to gatecrash! More pictures to follow!
13th May 2018.
Unlike quick flowering yellow trumpet trees and Brazilwood trees, the yellow trumpetbush (Tecoma stans) sports perennial blossoms.
Michael Smallman explains the technical details of his lovely old camera. We came across him photographing Slemish on Saturday, and with infinite patience he did not mind us gatecrashing his session despite having to grab opportune moments between showers. The camera is about 80 years old and he was using the same 5x7 inch cassettes that are now used with ultrasound scanners to produce hard copy. The detail in the grass, visible in the ground glass screen, was stunning when examined with a loupe!
Michael, thank you very much, it was a pleasure to meet you and to see your camera still in use!
A black-tailed skimmer (Orthetrum cancellatum) inspects a mating swarm of small red-eyed damselflies (Erythroma viridulum). Taken from around 15m away, unfortunately!
Here is another portrait from my shoot with Ani of www.stylebohemia.com.
This was taken in Leadenhall market just before my stranger 135 (www.flickr.com/photos/arnabkghosal/28064333724/in/datepos...) gatecrashed our shoot.
Strobist info: Nissiin Di866 flash camera left in a 28 inch Apollo Soft Box with a reflector underneath. Flashes were triggered using Yongnuo Triggers (yn-622n).
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After mingling with your everyday racegoers at trackside and public gallery.... Julie louise gatecrashes the party and tries hobnobbing with the race gentry at the premier viewing gallery and function rooms.
Papa-figos | Oriolus oriolus | Golden Oriole (Juv)
+ Pardal-comum | Passer domesticus | House sparrow
(Mais um ano muito fraco, no que às aves diz respeito e com dificuldades adicionais para esta espécie, uma vez que a figueira principal está(va) carregada de cochonilha. Enfim, ao cabo de três semanas, lá consegui algumas de juvenis na figueira secundária...).
(It has been again a very weak year for birdwatchig and with additional difficulties for this species as the main fig tree is ill with cochineal scales. After three weeks, I only got a couple of shots with juveniles in a secondary fig tree...).
Se podia fazer um crop mais apertado de forma a surgir no frame apenas o PF e o figo?.. Poder, podia mas não era a mesma coisa... Eheheheh!
Should I opt for doing a deeper crop showing only the bird and the fig?.. Probably I should but I wouldn't have the same outcome... Eheheheh!
Também: Amarelante, Figo-louro, Tiroliro in "AVES DE PORTUGAL - Ornitologia do território continental" - Assírio & Alvim.
Estival pouco comum.
24/08/2017 - Alcafozes (Idanha-a-Nova, Portugal)
[Obrigado pela visualização]
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Driving towards Shieldaig I spotted a crowd of figures dressed in black, two cars parked in the lay by (one a police car) and since it struck me as an excellent viewpoint decided to pull in. Karen, my wife, tried to dissuade and confessed later that she thought it was a bust. Anyway as we got out of the car it soon became clear that no criminal activity was involved. We don't know who had arrived first but it was clear that the Blues Brothers crew, who were doing a themed tour of Scotland, had requested the very friendly police officer to pose with them. I happily gatecrashed the photo shoot.
How frustrating. You're singing your heart out when, completely uninvited, an ant gatecrashes the party and decides to walk across your nose. What are you supposed to do? Keep singing seems to be the answer. At the British Wildlife Centre last Sunday. :)
(You get a better view of the ant if you enlarge the image.)