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Isalo National Park, Madagascar
This leaf mimic mantid was one of several incredibly well camouflaged invertebrates found by the guide that also included a stick insect, a stick mimic mantid and a web-throwing spider. Incredible.
A long exposure shot, to try to remove the other tourists. Mostly but not fully successful. Lucky to be there for such a good sunset though.
Ghost Ship
Created for Faestock Challenge 139 – Medieval pack 2
Background by maiarcita stock -deviantArt
Ship by Thy darkest hour stock- stock-deviantArt
Seagulls by Momotte2 stock- deviantArt
Who's Gonna Drive You Home, Tonight? ;)
Whos gonna tell you when
Its too late
Whos gonna tell you things
Arent so great
You cant go on
Thinking nothings wrong
Whos gonna drive you home tonight
Whos gonna pick you up
When you fall
Whos gonna hang it up
When you call
Whos gonna pay attention
To your dreams
Whos gonna plug their ears
When you scream
Atlantic Ghost Crabs live on the beach and scamper back and forth between their holes in the sand and the ocean. Their eyes, like two tiny periscopes, give them the ability to remain hidden in their hole yet still see their surroundings. They are very skittish and usually hide long before you see them.
La vie est un sommeil et la mort est le temps du réveil, et l’homme marche entre l’un et l’autre comme un fantôme. (proverbe oriental). Life is sleep, and death is the time of awakening, and man walks between the two like a ghost. (eastern proverb)
The Ghost on a Post-I posted a shot of this guy on the ground a couple days ago. I also got several of him on some fence posts. Before this year I only had long distance flight shots of these guys. Have spent a lot of time with them this year and gotten much better shots.
The old Roman road of Stane Street to Halnaker windmill Built by the Romans in the first decade of their occupation 43-53 AD, the 57 mile Roman road from Chichester to London, I did like the walkers in the darker area off in the distance, I used my tripod here on it`s lowest legs which would have my camera about a foot off the ground to take in all those lovely coloured leaves.
Obsidian Task Force has now secretly invaded Germany, and are now undergoing an attack on the capitol.
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LMG stuff.
Also my Best Brickr against Agentsarr, good luck to him!
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"The Ghosts of my life,
Blow wilder, than before...."
Japan, 1982 (in case you were wondering...)
I have looked out on this particular view on what must be hundreds of morning dog walks, and photographed it many, many times, and yet each time it looks both different and yet the same...
I originally thought "Ghosts" when I saw how the mist transforms the landscape into more and more indistinct, "ghostly" outlines as distance increases - an effect well known to photographers and painters, "aerial perspective".
This triggered more "cranial wanderings" about all the times I have stood in this exact same spot looking at this exact same view, and yet how different each day looks. AND how different the experience - different weather, different light, different dogs, different people - the same, but not the same.
When I look at this view, I don't only see what there is to simply see, but also all the recalled experiences from the past too - the photograph itself is just a collection of pixels, it is the mind and imagination that assigns the meaning, based not just on aesthetic values, but also on personal experience - I tend to photograph not just what I love to look at in a photograph, but what I actually love, as I suspect is the case with most people.
Thus, I see not only what I photographed, but the "ghosts" of my own experiences, all of which is part of the idea of "capturing a beautiful moment forever".
Not only my own photographs of course are like this - I know when I look at another photographers "pixels" I am able to assign not just values of an aesthetic nature to the image, but also draw upon my own experience and imagination to truly experience and "identify" with some part of the experience expressed by the photographer.
And thus we not only express aesthetic values in our images, but also our common experiences and values - a shared love of what we see, feel and experience.
Shoveling sand to build a burrow and an adjacent sandcastle, this horn-eyed ghost crab scoops and carries with the large left claw then flings the sand with the smaller right claw. Interestingly, individuals are right or left clawed (laterality). Males heap the excavated sand high in the intertidal zone of a broad sandy beach, thought to be a territorial signal to other crabs or to attract a potential mate. Running along the beach at up to 10 mph, they must be the fastest crustacean. Ghost crabs range across the Indo-Pacific and Polynesia. This one’s horns on top of its eye stalks seem a bit diminutive.
The private Gold King Mine and Ghost Town on the outskirts of Jerome, Arizona can be visited for a $12.00 fee. The remains of around trucks, cars and motorcycles, a stamp mill, historic buildings and mining detritus have been moved to the site. For an additional fee, children can pan for gold in a tub of murky water. There is also a petting zoo of goats, rabbits, donkeys, chickens, and other fowl, none of which seemed eager to be petted. This truck is one of the large collection of vehicles assembled to create the tourist experience.
Happy Truck Thursday!
Ghosts
David Sylvian
When the room is quiet
The daylight almost gone
It seems there's something I should know
Well, I ought to leave
But the rain it never stops
And I've no particular place to go
Just when I think I'm winning
When I've broken every door
The ghosts of my life
Blow wilder than before
Just when I thought I could not be stopped
When my chance came to be king
The ghosts of my life
Blew wilder than the wind
Well, I'm feeling nervous
Now I find myself alone
The simple life's no longer there
Once I was so sure
Now the doubt inside my mind
Comes and goes, but leads nowhere
This photo shows some of the buildings of Calico Ghost Town. It is a former silver mining town in California.
Calico was founded in 1881 during California's silver rush and became a bustling mining town.
The town was abandoned in the mid-1890s when the price of silver dropped.
Today, it operates as a county park featuring shops, a mine tour, and a railroad ride.
It is located at a town called Yermo, California, and is a popular stop for travelers on historic Route 66.
E X P L O R E #39 del 17 Settembre 2010
Meeting Cantierimmagine - "La città fantasma"
One Step Away (Elisa) View On Black