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This Robin well i think its the same one, Since last year she appears by my feet as i am pulling on my boots at Strumpshaw fen and i usually give her a few dried mealworms or and sunflower hearts. Yesterday she was waiting on the post and followed me to my car after a few poses as i left :-)
I saw this snail on a gatepost yesterday and took a photo of it, but then looked again and noticed the edge of the shell, so went in for another macro shot. This time I reduced the size of the screen by two so I had almost no extra background, but I have still cropped it a bit too.
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This Short Eared Owl sat on this gatepost, in some lovely evening light, for several minutes and I had time to get a sequence of shots with different compositions and liked this one the best.
Taken on the Somerset Levels
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A shot from a visit to Cardiff, this time of a Lion statue situated at a side entrance on a gatepost/wall, belonging to Cardiff Castle. What I liked about the Lion was it seemed to be unusually lifelike, the pose, the eyes.....like this could indeed be an entrance to a fairy tale......
Handheld, Pentax K3 II paired with a Tamron AF 70-300mm F/4-5.6 Di LD Macro 1:2 lens, standard run through in DxO Optics Pro on Mac, then stroked in Snapseed on iPad Pro.
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Gate post.
This is a very quick one for the Crazy Tuesday theme this week From Above.
The image is of a gatepost garden I found on one of my local walks. I have discovered that all sorts of things grow in gate posts!
Sadly I have been away so wasn't able to take something this week - this is from February. Hope that is OK for the group... Back to normal real soon now :)
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The ruins of Middle Ridge Farm below Holcombe Moor near Ramsbottom in Greater Manchester, England
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Gold are the great trees overhead,
And gold the leaf-strewn grass,
As though a cloth of gold were spread
To let a seraph pass.
And where the pageant should go by,
Meadow and wood and stream,
The world is all of lacquered gold,
Expectant as a dream.
Against the sunset's burning gold,
Etched in dark monotone
Behind its alley of grey trees
And gateposts of grey stone,
Stands the Old Manse, about whose eaves
An air of mystery clings,
Abandoned to the lonely peace
Of bygone ghostly things.
In molten gold the river winds
With languid sweep and turn,
Beside the red-gold wooded hill
Yellowed with ash and fern.
The air is flecked with filtered gold,—
The shimmer of romance
Whose ageless glamour still must hold
The world as in a trance,
Pouring o'er every time and place
Light of an amber sea,
The spell of all the gladsome things
That have been, or shall be.
In Gold Lacquer
by Bliss Carman
Hebden Royd
A mile or so further on from the previous photo, we did a quick detour from the path into this field to take a shot of the old gate posts and the derelict farm building. I suspect after the farm was abandoned for whatever reason, the wall either side of the gate posts and the buildings have just succumbed to the elements over the years. The weather takes its toll on most of the drystone walls up here.
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A very good question indeed as this bus stop is not on any known bus route !!
Saw this in someone's front garden which would explain why no busses ever come this way .
At least , it makes an alternative shot for the shot each day .
“For me, a landscape does not exist in its own right, since its appearance changes at every moment; but the surrounding atmosphere brings it to life ...... the light and the air which vary continually. For me, it is only the surrounding atmosphere which gives subjects their true value.” ~ Claude Monet.
Ripponden
It would have been nice to read all the directions on the sign, but the sun put a stop to that. The sign pointing up and to the right reads ‘Heights and Car Park’, the area of Heights is still there but the car park is no longer. The sign pointing down to the left, and the one we followed reads ‘Ryburn Reservoir’, it’s a very steep downhill descent, the climb up is much easier. The final finger post, the words you can just make out reads ‘Baitings and Car Park’. We chose not to take that route today as it’s a path trodden many times before, you can see the reservoir where we eventually ended up in the distance centre of picture.
The photo was taken by the ruined farmhouse from the previous shot, one of the outbuildings by the tree has collapsed a lot more since last spring. An OS map from the National Library of Scotland, surveyed 1948 to 1849 and published in 1854, shows the farm as being called New House, the building pre dates the construction of both reservoirs.
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This was one I took a while ago, last Summer in fact, fully intending to put into the DCD collection however, upon review I realised it was all a bit too sparkly and pretty for the darker side of things. I found these lights on a walkabout casually wrapped around a gatepost, they didn't seem to be serving much of a purpose, as no one was around, bar me, to appreciate them, so took the opportunity to turn them into something more other than be sat there being glittery.
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Electric lamp over the automatic gates of one of the houses across the road from my dad's house in Island Glades, Penang.
A 2nd photo of Mrs. House Sparrow on the gatepost.
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Taken at the end of January 2018. A gorgeous Dunnock
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". . . entered through another gate” ~ Arthur Wing Pinero
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Testament - 'something that serves as a sign or evidence of a specified fact, event, or quality'
This is another perspective of the standing stone that sits up on Ipstones Edge (I posted a photo a month or two back). It certainly bears testament in a number of ways, testament to what it once was (I don't know! probably a big gatepost), testament to the people who originally laid the stone hundreds of years ago - seeing as it's still standing proud despite the strong cross winds that have battered it over the centuries, and also testament to the people who once carved their initials on it.
I hate seeing things with history defaced but I must admit, I carved into to trees when I was a teenager - didn't seem to matter then! it was usually Panda (what I was known as back then!) loves (insert name of then girlfriend) and a heart! Oh dear, at least I grew up!
part of the enclosure built to keep our 'houdini' Cairn terrier, Jinks, safe after he had escaped and spent the night 'on the tiles'
for Smile on Saturday: cracked
The crops into the original pictures show the Watchstone in closer detail and the two holes in the gatepost towards Odin. The demolished Odin Stone famously and religiously had a hole through which bargains and bonds were made. The tale of the Orkney Pirate involves a divorce through the stone. The light here makes evident that holes are still to be found even if only for light and wind making near silent mouths except for in the imagination and maybe also in the reverence given to them.
In betwixt the Ring of Brodgar and the Standing Stones of Stenness Circles stands a tall, commanding, proud, orienting, way making, shadow avenue casting and processional marking stone. There used to be more, one with a whole within it. The remaining tall stone stands as your companion when you cross the Brig O’Brodgar and it stays outside the the two large circles that were once stoned, henged and kept ready for the Sun to bring along the days of praise and for the set stones to cast the ways standing within the haze.
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Orkney's Stones of Stenness. Yes, they are older than Stonehenge!
www.orkneyology.com/stones-of-stenness.html
The Watchstone
www.nessofbrodgar.co.uk/watching-the-watchstone/
The Watchstone, Stenness
orkneyjar.com/history/monoliths/watchst.htm
Ring of Brodgar Circle henge
www.themodernantiquarian.com/site/388/ring_of_brodgar.html
The Ring of Brogar
www.megalithic.co.uk/article.php?sid=139
Ring of Brodgar Stone Circle and Henge, Mainland Orkney
www.historicenvironment.scot/visit-a-place/places/ring-of...
Ring Of Brodgar
canmore.org.uk/site/1696/ring-of-brodgar
The Standing Stones of Stenness Circle henge
www.themodernantiquarian.com/site/389/standing_stones_of_...
Stenness - Stone Circle in Scotland in Orkney
www.megalithic.co.uk/article.php?sid=158
Stones of Stenness Circle and Henge
www.historicenvironment.scot/visit-a-place/places/stones-...
Stones Of Stenness
and I shall not forget the colour of green...
*Jag ska måla hela världen i solsken, gult, blått och vitt*
och jag skall inte glömma färgen grönt...
Headed up to Top Withens yesterday evening and came across this double rainbow. This is the most vivid and intense one I've seen. I managed to shelter behind a gatepost to hide my shadow from the image !
These were growing in the top of a gatepost, but as soon as they'd finished flowering than they got dug up.
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My feeble attempt at Umbellifer Wednesday. As I put my hands on the top bar of a wide anodised steel gate and readied myself to swing up and over it I knew something wasn't right. As I put more weight on one side of the gate it tilted towards me swinging from the vertical to the horizontal. Looking towards the main gatepost I saw that this gate only had a hinge at the top and not one at the bottom. What farmer fits a gate like that? Anyhow, I managed to get over, photograph a few stalky umbellifers against the evening sunlight and then prepare for my return. This time I had it all wrong and the gate rotated through about 120 degrees throwing me off on the far side to dive in amongst some nettles and tall strange brown plants with some sort of spikey brown thistle heads that stuck like glue to my clothes. I was covered in them and had to prise each one off from my bum and down the back of my legs, shoulders, waist, .... everywhere. Was it worth it, nah, but I'm just a little bit older and wiser now. And someone got an umbellifer shot
20 East Yuyuan Rd., Shanghai
His “workshop” is just a messy yard behind an iron gate. There’s a sign on the left gatepost, but most of it’s hidden by a tree. He was watching a video on his phone, and when he looked up and saw me taking pictures of him and his place, he still had the smile from the video on his face.