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A slide I was given that required a large amount of restoration, but it's an interesting scene.
The only detail I have was the faded pencil on the slide mount that said February 1987, but where and what the scene is - are the destined for restoration or scrap? - is unknown.
Ok, this will be my last pic for the year~ Thank you to everyone who has given my SL Flickr pics those fun SLAPs, 'faves' and other Group Awards during the year, and thanks a gazillion for all the kind-hearted comments that you've posted to my pics too! The encouragement and support has been greatly appreciated.
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See you in the New Year! 😘
King Midas was given the magical power of his Golden Touch by the Greek god Dionysus. Midas had helped Dionysus reunite with his foster father when the older satyr had gotten drunk and lost. Out of gratitude for this deed, Dionysus offered to give Midas anything he desired. Midas asked for the power to turn anything he touched to gold.
The catwalk - Hills District, Sydney
Fritz, my magical ginger cat, who sadly checked out of the living world a few years ago now, parading on his favourite 'catwalk' beside our swimming pool at Castle Hill, near Rogan's Hill.
Hills District, north-western Sydney.
A retro cat image, re-worked in Adobe Lightroom and given a new frame.
My Canon EOS 60D with the EF-S18-200mm f/3.5-5.6 IS lens
What love we've given, we'll have forever. What love we fail to give, will be lost for all eternity.
Leo Buscaglia
Vive la France...! Le 14 Juillet à Paris . The National day of France ! No. 0126.
"Bastille Day is the common name given in English-speaking countries to the national day of France, which is celebrated on 14 July each year. In French, it is formally called la Fête nationale (French pronunciation: [la fɛt nasjɔnal]; "The National Celebration") and commonly and legally le 14 juillet (French pronunciation: [lə katɔʁz(ə) ʒɥijɛ]; "the 14th of July").[3]
The French National Day is the anniversary of Storming of the Bastille on 14 July 1789,[1][2] a turning point of the French Revolution,[4] as well as the Fête de la Fédération which celebrated the unity of the French people on 14 July 1790. Celebrations are held throughout France. The oldest and largest regular military parade in Europe[citation needed] is held on 14 July on the Champs-Élysées in Paris in front of the President of the Republic, along with other French officials and foreign guests."
Le 14 JuilletN 1 est la fête nationale de la République française. C'est un jour férié en France.
Elle a été instituée par la loi Raspail1 du 6 juillet 1880, pour commémorer la prise de la Bastille du 14 juillet 1789, symbole de la fin de la monarchie absolue3,4, ainsi que la Fête de la Fédération de 17905, symbole de l'union de la Nation. La loi ne mentionne pas quel est l'évènement commémoré : « La République adopte le 14 Juillet comme jour de fête nationale annuelle » (article unique)3.
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Given a colour modification & slight blur, the loft conversion continues to be a very popular way of extending the living space in houses.
I was given strict instructions I was not allowed to stand on the rocks at all to take images. The tide was coming in and huge waves were crashing through the cavern and over the rocks. You wouldn't know it from this long exposure though.
This image was taken from a ledge on the side of the rock-face. The sea spray was so bad that I only got few usable images.
Note to self. When it is that wild and windy, it really isn't worth the effort. Try as I might I could not get the filters clean between images.
I am starting my field survey season and already have way too much work. I will be cutting back posting and commenting to a few times a week to try to manage my time. In the words fellow photographer Leon-"please don't desert me'!
* Given that Spurn Point is relatively close to Hull I guess it's surprising I do not go there often. It is the oddest and wildest part of East Yorkshire with huge skies. However I find it too desolate to really enjoy, though some of my friends who are serious birders love it . This shot was taken on the narrowest parts of the spit. On the left hand side is the North Sea and on the right the waters of the Humber estuary . The little wooden cabin is a shelter in case a high tide cuts you off from the mainland which is not uncommon. You can see the lighthouse which is about four miles further along the spit.
Its a hard place to describe so I will borrow some text from the Yorkshire wildlife trust .
From the Yorkshire wildlife trust website
Spurn Point (or Spurn Head as it is also known) is a narrow sand spit on the tip of the coast of the East Riding of Yorkshire, that reaches into the North Sea and forms the north bank of the mouth of the Humber estuary. It is over 3 miles long, almost half the width of the estuary at that point, and as little as 50 yards wide in places. The southernmost tip is known as Spurn Head or Spurn Point and is the home to an RNLI lifeboat station and disused lighthouse. It forms part of the civil parish of Easington.
Spurn Head covers 280 acres above high water and 450 acres of foreshore. It has been owned since 1960 by the Yorkshire Wildlife Trust and is a designated National Nature Reserve, Heritage Coast and is part of the Humber Flats, Marshes and Coast Special Protection Area.
The peninsula is made up from sand and shingle as well as Boulder Clay eroded from the Holderness coastline washed down the coastline from Flamborough Head. Material is washed down the coast by longshore drift and accumulates to form the long, narrow embankment in the sheltered waters inside the mouth of the Humber estuary. It is maintained by plants, especially Marram grass . Waves carry material along the peninsula to the tip, continually extending it; as this action stretches the peninsula it also narrows it to the extent that the sea can cut across it in severe weather. When the sea cuts across it permanently, everything beyond the breach is swept away, only to eventually reform as a new spit pointing further south. This cycle of destruction and reconstruction occurs approximately every 250 years. The now crumbling defences will not be replaced and the spit will continue to move westwards at a rate of 2 metres per year, keeping pace with the coastal erosion further north.
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If you've given foraging Bees a closer look you'll have seen them carrying pollens of various colors. Mostly if you're new at this they'll be yellow or white or greenish. Here's one who's gathering Red Stuff from the flowers of Redstem Filaree. Now, if you were to open a beehive to examine the storage cells for pollen, you'd notice that the various colors are stored separately. Scientists don't know yet why this is so and to what different (?) uses those various colors are put.
This alien head rock souvenir was given to me by Coyote, proprietor of Coyote's Flying Saucer Retrievals and Repairs Service located in scenic Jacumba, California a small desert town along I-8. Back in 2018, I stopped by after visiting the Desert View Tower and checked out his facility; BTW, he's the owner of the flying saucer that I use every so often. He and Luna, his dog, were very kind and allowed me to get a few pics of the yard and shared some great stories. If you happen to see the Desert View Tower (it's on In-Ko-Pah Road off I-8) that's where you'll find Coyote, stop in and say hi. He might also give you a alien head souvenir and maybe some stickers if he has any left. I included the pic I got of him and Luna in the first comment.
The original marker color faded so I touched it up with a gold Sharpie. Weird how it looks like real gold...don't you think. :)
Nikon 55mm f/2.8 NIKKOR Micro, 14 Image Focus Stack shot at f/8.0.
So, I had actually given up hope in finding a suitable location to shoot sunrise. my first pick was inside a cloud. washed out, so I went to a backup location that I just KNEW was perfect.... sun was rising behind me. Tried three other locations with similar results. I was defeated, so on my way back home from much further than I wanted to try I pulled over onto the shoulder of the road, and checked my sun tracker app one last time.... Low and behold there it was, with ten minutes to get set up before rise I pulled everything out and hoped the mist I was sitting in would clear enough for the sun to shine through. I wasn't disappointed, and I hope I managed to do it some justice as the light just exploded around me.
ISO 160
Aperture f5.6
SS 1/4th
Focal Length 16mm
Haida filters stacked both the 3 and 4 stop soft grad filters.
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Given a street art treatment.
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I was given and Amaryllis three years ago, but the last two years it never bloomed, just leaves...
I spotted bulbs in a box store and had to purchase one... took the old bulb out of the pot, cut it all down and replaced with this... and in a matter of weeks, this new one is ready to pop!
I'm hoping the other bulb will come alive next year.
a very impressive youngster in a local forest last year, probably a female given the size of the talons
Northern Goshawk
accipiter gentilis
havik
autour des palombes
Habicht
Azor Común
Astore
Açor
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Although autumn has now well and truly given way to winter here in Melbourne, there is still a great deal of colour around if you remember to take your time, stop and smell the roses, like this blazing golden yellow and orange beauty which I saw on poking its head out from behind a for sale sign in the front garden of an Art Deco villa on a walk in early June. I fear that the house for sale is likely to be demolished and replaced with more land intense town houses, in which case this rose, which I suspect to be a Royal Circus Rose, will probably be torn out. I sincerely hope not.
Although the day I took this photo was the 2nd day of winter, it was a lovely and sunny day with bright blue skies: although there was a definite crispness in the air if you were out of the sun.
Circus roses were first bred in 1956 in the United States by Herbert Swim. They were introduced later that year to the American market by Armstrong Nursery. Herbert Swim was a famous rose breeder who bred roses for blooms that would hold up to the hot summer sun. He is credited with raising a number of varieties of roses over his career. The rose "Royal Circus" (also known simply as "Circus") was created by crossing the Floribunda rose "Pinocchio" with the hybrid tea "Fandango" rose. The result is this gorgeous yellow rose that produces vibrant reddish edges.
...my tripod is here! I didn't bring mine from Malaysia as our luggage was too heavy when we traveled to UK :)
Thanks to Amazon for their speedy delivery, I received my Giottos tripod today. It is a heavier (2.1 kg) tripod compared to my Manfrotto back home, which I think is better given the weather here in Scotland.
Will try to get some shots with it this weekend... depending on the weather though. Have a great weekend!
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"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it" - Marilyn Monroe.
Meet Sarah. A model who dressed and played Marilyn Monroe on this given shoot. Well done Sarah 👏
Given how introspective the “One Is The Loneliest Number” lyrics are and how generally downbeat the song is, one might suspect that it was inspired by a relationship break up or some other sad situation. In reality, however, Harry Nilsson was compelled to pen "One Is The Loneliest Number" after he made a phone call but got a busy signal. The “beep, beep, beep,” of the engaged telephone line caught his attention and the singer-songwriter incorporated a similar sound into the opening piano chords of his song.
This work is done Continuing with my Positive Flags of the Nations with celebrating life in the creek.
Also for Finding the Beauty in the World Today Despite the Hardships Given Us by the Coronavirus and the Monitor Madness group.
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"Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day."
- Ranier Maria Rilke
Aha....this tune is so darn lovely
Hope that day is going well
Thank you for your kindness
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Especially given the behaviour patterns of this species (ground foraging specialists) good things happen when you lie on the ground. At a conservation area south of Ottawa I had watched a small flock pushing out from some shrubs and reeds, checking out seeds and dried plants in a wooded corner. I didn’t really expect this visitor, but in the very early light and with its head turned to check out this prone log of a person nearby, it worked out pretty well.
This is another winter visitor, like the Dark-eyed Junco, that brightens up the dreary and monochromatic winter habitat. Beautiful subtle plumage is a compelling part of encounters with the species, and this small flock was no different. And, like the Juncos, they will soon be heading north to their breeding territories.
American Tree Sparrows are very vulnerable to food shortages, and flocks can die off quickly if they have to move too far or wait too long for nourishment. On the morning I met this bird, it was about minus 25, and the sun was lighting but not heating its environment.
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“And now let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have never been, full of work that has never been done, full of tasks, claims, and demands;
and let us see that we learn to take it without letting fall too much of what it has to bestow upon those who demand of it necessary, serious, and great things.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1892-1910
∎ Source: www.goodreads.com
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The glass is an old collection of my mom's - she was born in 1916 and the set was given to her, so they are old enough...
They are frosted and were used for iced tea and cocktails. Hope mom doesn't mind that I use them for flowers, I thought this white rose looked pretty in her glass.
See you on Saturday, I go back to work part time tomorrow...phew!
sharpness and detail will go a long way to render it commonplace :-)
George Davison
Truth Matters! Science Matters!
sunrise, atlantic beach, north carolina
I had a walk up to this old Hawthorn on Bordley Moor....sadly now bereft of any sign of life. It did sport a few leaves a while ago but nothing now, and many of the branches have been smashed by the elements. Sad to see it falling apart as it has given a few togs like me a reason to wander these limestone heights over the years.
Given my latest run in with a wave, I took panda down to the beach as my wave spotter. He didn't do a very good job as a large wave came and washed him away.
At least it wasn't me!
Sara Teddy Bear is part of the Treasured Teddies collection produced in 1991. The complete collection was given to me many years ago. The collection will eventually go to an animal charity. Until I get around to donating them they will come in handy for a photo or two.
(The photo width is 5.715 cm/2.25 inches)
Macro Mondays: Teddy Bear
given to me from my grandsons...
I planted them outside and these images were taken through my front window.
With all the rain and wind we're getting.... the petals are all on the ground!!
18-May-2023
One of the most fascinating aspects of meteorology is its interaction with landforms and geography in general.
A given flow, a given front, a given Low (pression) do not live on their own, but in the interaction they have with the earth's surface, loading themselves with moisture as they cross oceans, seas and large lakes and releasing it when they encounter barriers such as mountain ranges.
The mountain ranges create thermal contrasts and accumulate clouds on the windward slopes (stau), greatly increasing the rainfall on these slopes and limiting it (possible Foehn) on the leeward ones.
The higher and longer the chain, the more these phenomena are exacerbated.
Meteorology, in the interaction of tropospheric dynamics with the earth's surface, generates microclimates, i.e. particular and recurring meteorological trends over small areas which are markedly different (in rain-thermal terms) from the trend that should occur within the climatic belt to which the small area belongs and which differs from the others, even contiguous ones, according to the variations brought about by the orographic variables.
Meteorology is much, much more than the (complex and fascinating) weather forecasts, which "today" are computerized by powerful calculators which, starting from data taken in real time from weather stations all over the planet, issue a series of short and medium term projections on how the meteorological situation will evolve subsequently.
Bolivia, Quebrada Palala
At 4,200 meters above sea level (13779,53 feet) the Quebrada Palala is composed of large vertical walls in earth and eroded rocks of red color given by mineral deposits.
I had almost given up on getting one of these late-flying darners perched this year - when this guy just appeared and landed ahead of us, camouflaged in dappled light! We were almost to our car. We had taken a long walk along the river where we saw one flying recently, with no luck. He not only appeared but patiently let me approach him ever-closer and move to get lateral shots as clouds cleared.
Only 2 dragonflies fly this late & both are northern species that range into Canada and peter out with us. We have to drive a bit closer to the mountains to get Autumn meadowhawks, which have wrapped up early this year. Shadow darners are here locally but very scarce. Unless a late meadowhawk shows up - this guy will be my last ode of the year & the end of a very tough season.
Happy Dragonfly Wednesday!
During my 2023 African adventure, I was given the rare privilege of observing the Hadzabe—one of the last true hunter-gatherer communities.
The morning started with our guide waxing poetic about their baboon-hunting subsistence. That is, until a young hunter walked right into our civilized circle, ending the discussion with a powerful visual aid: a fresh baboon. Needless to say, the guide was upstaged, and we all watched in stunned silence as the young man dressed his kill. It was a fascinating, visceral experience... and I managed to keep my breakfast down.
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The Hadzabe: Africa's Last True Hunter-Gatherers
The Hadzabe are a small, indigenous ethnic group in Tanzania, primarily centered around the Lake Eyasi basin and the neighboring scrublands of the central Rift Valley, which lies just south of the Serengeti National Park and the Ngorongoro Conservation Area.
Their connection to this land is thousands of years old. They live in small, temporary camps of around 20-30 people. They are truly nomadic, moving every few weeks or months to follow game and seasonal resources.
The Hadzabe rely entirely on the wild for their survival, eating what they can hunt or gather. Baboons are a significant part of the Hadzabe diet and are known to be a challenging quarry due to their intelligence and aggression.
They use traditional, hand-crafted bows and arrows. For larger or tougher game like baboons, their arrows are often tipped with a potent, fast-acting neurotoxin made from the sap of the Adenium coetaneum shrub. This poison ensures a quick, humane kill.
Hunts rely heavily on incredible tracking skills, patience, and stealth. Hunters may wait for hours by waterholes or use strategic methods, sometimes even using decoys or luring the baboons into an ambush.
Because they are one of the last remaining tribes whose entire existence depends on their traditional hunter-gatherer lifestyle, they are widely cited as the only tribe permitted to hunt for subsistence in their ancestral lands near the Serengeti ecosystem, which are otherwise heavily protected and restricted for all other activities, including farming or pastoralism. This exemption is crucial to their survival.
(iPhone 13 Pro Max, edited to taste)
Part 3 of 3 of my Ancient Egypt series.
The title is known to be given during the Old Kingdom of Egypt, and was at that point very powerful and prestigious. The mummies of the priestesses testify that they were decorated with a religious tattoo, covering the stomach around the area of the uterus. After the Middle Kingdom of Egypt, the title was often irregularly awarded the women of the royal family, typically princesses.
The rise, fall & extinction of the priestesses of Hathor are seen in ancient Egyptian culture. The women who wanted to become socially powerful usually took refuge in religion & took the charge of priesthood.
Ancient Egyptian society took women's empowerment much more loosely than ancient Greece & ancient Rome. There women were given the right to their own property. However, after becoming a priestess, a woman is seen not only as an important figure in ancient Egyptian society, but also a living symbol of divinity.
The priestesses of Hathor were called hm ntr hthr & they were one of the most respected people in Egypt. But After the Middle Kingdom of Egypt, the title was often irregularly awarded only to the women of the royal family, typically princesses. This includes the daughter of Ramesses II. At one time their names were completely erased from history.
Egyptologysts have shown that in early days only women of aristocratic lineage could be appointed to the priesthood of Hathor. They were called Badak-Purohit or God's Consort (Hmt nTr). They performed dances and songs during the sacred rites. Because of their menstruation and ability to give child-birth, they were considered unholy, which is why they could not perform sacred duties like dressing up the sacred image of deity.
Taken at the amazing Alexandria
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O my soul, now have I given thee all, and even my last possession, and all my hands have become empty by thee:—that I bade thee sing, behold, that was my last thing to give!
That I bade thee sing,—say now, say: which of us now—oweth thanks?—Better still, however: sing unto me, sing, O my soul! And let me thank thee!
_Thus spake Zarathustra.
درعذاب از یک عطش روحی
گذارم فتاد به ویرانهای تار
و در پی،
فرشتهای شش بال
به چشمم نشست سبک چون خواب
تا باز گشوده شوند به عالم غیب
همچو چشمان عقابی که شود گسیخته ازهم خواب
سپس نشست در گوشم
پر گشت ز دنگ و جرنگ.
در فراز،
آسمانها شنیدم لرزیدند بر خود
همچون زمزمهی بال فرشتگان
جنبش هیولاهای دریا در اعماق
خزش شاخسار تاک در شیارهها
پس نزدیک آمد
و به جستی زبان گنهکارم از نیام بر کشید
-دروغهای بیهودهاش، تهمتهایش-
دستان خونالودش فرو
بین لبهای خاموش و بیروحم
یک زبان مار دو سر دغل
با شمشیرش سینهام درید
به در آورد قلب لرزانم
برگرفت ذغال گداختهای
و نهاد در سینهی گشودهام
بسان جسدی بر خاک افتادم
و آنگاه با من گفت صدای خداوندگار:
«برخیز، ای پیامبر
بگوش و بهوش بر اوامر من
کنون در آب و بر خاک
به پیش
با کلامت بیفروز قلب مردمان»
The then silent night had given way to the screams of pain, terror and the sinister and spiteful laughs of the vampire.
Their swords created through their own blood, with extreme speed fall on their victims dismembering them and decapitating. They didn't even have a chance to fight him with dignity, as they could only feel a sudden strong wind, see a brief figure and then, their bodies were sliced up with such force that their armor felt like paper.
In the sky, the moon shone like a huge, glittering silver scythe, a somewhat apt shape for this night, when he was a reaper and didn't make a point of leaving any poor devil alive. Everyone would pay for standing against him. With grace and extreme savagery their swords continued to fall on those who could no longer flee, who due to such fear, were paralyzed. It was a slaughter. He didn't care, he wouldn't be forgiving or pious tonight, he would be brutal and he insisted on demonstrating all his power, so that no mortal, vampire, or werewolf would ever make a point of rising up against him again. He would allow only the women and children to survive this night, to tell everyone about the horror that had befallen their city. When the animals controlled by a demon invaded the city gates, as if lashed by its invisible whip, and when finally the devil himself descended on them, always almost invisible, like a wind of death, at first tearing with its beastly claws the terrified people of the city, then impaling them, with spears created through their own blood, setting the city ablaze with flames that seemed to arise from hell itself or from your heart aflame with hate. When then the two swords set to fall on them, cutting flesh, amputating limbs and beheading heads.
The city of Khaldheim would be an example to everyone. The fire flickered in the burning houses, like huge insatiable demons wanting to feed on more and more, turning the once majestic houses to ashes. Like the flames, his swords were not content with the pile of dismembered bodies left in his path, like a scarlet wind, he continued to claim lives and as he did, he laughed with delight, for few things gave him more pleasure than wanton killing. His laughter echoed through the air, chilling the blood of those who were still alive even more, announcing that it wouldn't be for long.