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Pixicat : All Seeing Top/Skirt @ TAG! Gacha
Little Bones : Strange @ C88
Contraption : The Glutton Mouth
HAPPY HALLOWEEN, WITCHES.
I promised to upload a photograph of a Fox Moth to complement my caterpillar, so here it is. This is a male, identifiable by his feathery antennae (female antennae are simple and strand-like) which he uses to detect virgin female Fox Moths. Males usually fly continuously while searching for females so I was quite lucky to find this resting individual. The name Fox Moth was coined from the foxy colouration of male moths, but this male is grey, more like a female in colouration. Apparently males from northern, upland moorlands are darker and greyer than those from the South, which probably explains why I rarely see fox-coloured males. It was the 18th Century artist and naturalist Benjamin Wilkes who first called it the Fox-coloured Moth, but in France and Germany they call it the Bramble Silkmoth (Bombyx de la Ronce and Brombeerspinner) because its caterpillar sometimes feeds on Brambles and because it spins a silken coccoon. In the Netherlands it is known as the Glutton (Veelvraat) because the female has an exceedingly plump abdomen, but ironically the adult moths are unable to feed. The scientific name is Macrothylacia rubi; Macrothylacia means large bag because of the papery cigar-shaped coccoon, and rubi from its Bramble larval foodplant (Rubus). I photographed this male on the Peak District Moors near Holmfirth in late May.
Christmas Eve sunrise on Chrome Hill. I procrastinated (again) on where to go for sunrise, and although there was some mist elsewhere, the developing sky colour had me abandoning the car at Glutton Bridge and heading for my favourite pair of hills (again)
When I was getting Bebe prepped to go for a walk I discovered that her collar did not fit anymore. She has been eating a lot recently because my other dog, Buck, had cancer and often did not finish eating his food. She is such a glutton! Luckily, I found an old collar that fits loosely around her neck.
The northern gannet (Morus bassanus) is a seabird and the largest member of the gannet family, Sulidae. It has the same colours as the Australasian gannet and is similar in appearance.
Nesting in colonies as large as 60,000 pairs on both sides of the north Atlantic this bird undertakes seasonal migrations and is a spectacular high-speed diver.
Old names for the northern gannet include solan and solan goose.
They have a maximum lifespan of up to 35 years.
The gannets are large white birds with yellowish heads; black-tipped wings; and long bills. Northern gannets are the largest seabirds in the North Atlantic, with a wingspan of up to 2 metres (6.6 ft). Gannets hunt fish by diving from a height into the sea and pursuing their prey underwater.
Gannets have a number of adaptations which enable them to do this:
no external nostrils, they are located inside the mouth instead;
air sacs in the face and chest under the skin which act like bubble wrapping, cushioning the impact with the water;
positioning of the eyes far enough forward on the face for binocular vision, allowing them to judge distances accurately.
Gannets can dive from a height of 30 metres (98 ft), achieving speeds of 100 kilometres per hour (62 mph) as they strike the water, enabling them to catch fish much deeper than most airborne birds.
The gannet's supposed capacity for eating large quantities of fish has led to "gannet" becoming a disapproving description of somebody who eats excessively, similar to "glutton".
This image was taken in the North Atlantic Ocean on the way from Iceland to the Faroe Islands.
A fistful of fear in my hands
A bullet of betrayal in my brain
No progress comes from pleasure
We smile in ignorance and learn in pain
Willful deceit was your plan
Desperately avoid the blame
Who will you answer to now?
Sharpened your shovels just to dig your grave
Stand up 'cause the ground is in your way
I won't give you any peace
Yet still, you talk
Try to fight, but I will watch you fall
Fall
This is sweet revenge
And karma's a bitch
You glutton for punishment
What did you expect?
Sick, sick, sick
I'm sick of being your martyr
Your inflated ego is just dead weight
Bask in all the eyes upon you
Before you know it they'll have turned away
Stand up as the whole world turns away
I won't give you any peace
Yet still, you talk
Try to fight, but I will watch you fall
Fall
This is sweet revenge
And karma's a bitch
You glutton for punishment
What did you expect?
Wait and see, cry yourself a lonesome creek
Your decaying corpse can feed the roots of my towering tree
Just wait and see
You're dead to me
Yet still, you speak
Trying to justify what you're doing to me
I will watch you fall
Fall
This is sweet revenge
And karma's a bitch
You glutton for punishment
What did you, what did you expect?
So it's another late entry from me, but better late than never!
I originally struggled to find inspiration for this weeks theme, having toyed with a few idea's that wasn't up to standard or just didn't work out. So that left my Friday evening to get the shot done, processed and then submitted - I'm a glutton for punishment!!!
It's funny because at the start of this Fifty Two I had said "it's all a bit of fun, I don't plan to take it seriously", but so far I have spent money on every single shot I've done and I'm also too hard on myself. Next week I'm going to be easier on myself and TRY not to spend any money on the shot.
Strobist:
Canon 580ex II directly under glass firing upwards to subject, set to 1/128.
Canon 430ex II with homemade snoot up high (slight camera left) firing down on to the subject, set to 1/16.
The last full moon of the year is known as the Cold Moon. Mars is in very close company (at about 4pm within the “moon burst”) and outshone. Although an hour before sunrise Chrome Hill is starting to glow, lit up by the intense predawn glow on the south east horizon.
Wolverines are the largest land-dwelling member of the weasel family. The scientific name is Gulo gulo which is Latin for Glutton; an alternative name for it. They have a reputation for ferocity and strength out of proportion to their size, being capable of taking on animals much larger than themselves. Prey as large as Reindeer are taken, but smaller mammals such as squirrels and lemmings are more typical. Wolverines are generally rare and elusive, wandering over massive home ranges. This was photographed in the wild in Finland where the population is estimated at 155 to 170.
Post-sunset alpenglow in Sequoia National Park. Taken on a recent backpacking trip out of Mineral King, the Kaweah Peaks - already a bright red in nature - glow mysteriously in the post-sunset alpenglow. I put my body through quite a bit of abuse to reach this location, but I'm a glutton for punishment. For some reason these days backpacking for me equates to windy conditions, and for just a fleeting moment the wind died down enough for a reflection to manifest itself, before being obliterated a moment later.
1.He is my little boy
2.His Name is Merlin from the name of the legendary Wizard. A tribute to all that legends and Fairy tales I love!
3.He’s a Hugs lover. He can’t live without hugs. Every people he knows it’s the first things he want from, a Hugs. When he wakes up the morning he wants a Hugs and this since he was little baby born. Cute little one!
4.He’s extremely smart. He is able to catch and memorize things that other children of his age can’t. He speaks already from a long time.
5.He has a very peaceful personality: no cry, no tears, no anger … a little bit sometimes but like every children.
6.He is very glutton. He can spend the entire morning eating his breakfast.
7.We like dancing and singing in the car together. Dangerous so we can't make this too often.
8.Here I got him with “Nounou” his teddy bears (Nounou is from Nounours (Teddy) in French)
9.He looks like me in so many ways: physically (everyone tells we are the same face) and mentally I guess.
Cape Royal
North Rim, Grand Canyon
If anyone is so crazy as to be interested, I set up a separate Flickr account to put too many photos fro the trip online to chow friends. Anyone who is a glutton for long slideshows is welcome to peruse it.
🇫🇷 Banquet dans les ombelles
Au cœur d'une 🌿mégaphorbiaie 🌿montagnarde, les grandes ombelles de la berce ressemblent à des tables dressées où chacun trouve sa place : nectar pour les pollinisateurs, pollen pour les coléoptères, et parfois même quelques pucerons au menu des prédateurs. Le coléoptère (Cantharidae) n'est pas seulement un gourmand : en passant d'une fleur à l'autre, il transporte du pollen tout en régulant de petites populations d'insectes, rappelant qu'un bon pollinisateur peut aussi être un discret chasseur. Dans ces prairies humides enrichies par les eaux de fonte et les alluvions, cette abondance florale nourrit une incroyable diversité d'invertébrés, véritable carburant des oiseaux, des chauves-souris et de toute la chaîne alimentaire de la vallée.
🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿 🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿
🇬🇧 Feast among the umbels
In the heart of a 🌿mountain megaphorbia 🌿forest, the large umbels of hogweed resemble set tables where everyone finds their place: nectar for pollinators, pollen for beetles, and sometimes even a few aphids on the predators’ menu. The beetle (Cantharidae) isn’t just a glutton: as it flits from flower to flower, it carries pollen while regulating small insect populations, reminding us that a good pollinator can also be a discreet hunter. In these wet meadows enriched by meltwater and alluvial deposits, this abundance of flowers sustains an incredible diversity of invertebrates—the very fuel that powers birds, bats, and the entire food chain of the valley.
🍀Cantharidae sp🍀
Milieu naturel, écosystème : 🌿mégaphorbiaie montagnarde🌿
Natural environment, ecosystem: 🌿mountain tall-herb meadow🌿
Lieu / Location : Vallon de Valsenestre / Parc national des Écrins / Isère / France
"Battling beauties!"
Here is my first series of "Hummer wars". Hummingbirds of all varieties are amazingly territorial and will chase each other to no end when they feel threatened or guarding "Their" feeder or flowers. Like many other small birds and mammals, I find the challenge of capturing these speed demons in pairs very rewarding. It certainly rates as one of the most difficult behaviors to photograph, as many of my photographer friends can attest to, but l am a glutton for punishment!
Dawn creeps across the valley from Glutton Bridge. Nearby, in the hamlet of Earl Sterndale, is a pub called "The Quiet Woman".
They have some great names in those parts of the country.
www.google.co.uk/maps/@53.2001569,-1.8665606,3a,75y,216.8...
Having descended Parkhouse a bit faster than I wished (gravity and snow often cause problems) I returned to my car at Glutton Bridge, changed wet gloves for dry ones, dumped my sack and set off to walk up to Dowel Hall and Dowal Dale and onto limestone plateau above the latter. The dark clouds kept scudding over giving a few snow flurries, but in between the sun shone very brightly
Deep inside our Galaxy, at its core, about 25000 light years from us, a gigantic glutton resides, destroying anything that comes too close to it. Many stars orbit it, some so closely that it takes only a few years to circle the black hole, Sagittarius A*. This exact part of the sky is however hidden in the visible spectrum by many dark nebulae spanning the Milky Way, called together the Great Rift.
20th July 2017, Canon 6D unmod, Sigma 24-70mm, 272s total exposure time from tripod, ISO8000, f2.8
Taken from Boa Vista (Cabo Verde)
Die pinda gaat met bast en al in één keer naar binnen...:))
That goes with peanut bark and all at once inside ... :))
This guy devoured that corn cob in less than half an hour and was definitely looking for more.
Happy December 1st everyone!!
24 days and counting.
Senate House, University of Cambridge. The press and TV guys waiting for the arrival of the Queen. I think 90 percent were Canon users:-)
"Battling beauties!"
Here is my first series of "Hummer wars". Hummingbirds of all varieties are amazingly territorial and will chase each other to no end when they feel threatened or guarding "Their" feeder or flowers. Like many other small birds and mammals, I find the challenge of capturing these speed demons in pairs very rewarding. It certainly rates as one of the most difficult behaviors to photograph, as many of my photographer friends can attest to, but l am a glutton for punishment!
Wolverines are the largest land-dwelling member of the weasel family. The scientific name is Gulo gulo which is Latin for Glutton; an alternative name for it. They have a reputation for ferocity and strength out of proportion to their size, being capable of taking on animals much larger than themselves. Prey as large as Reindeer are taken, but smaller mammals such as squirrels and lemmings are more typical. Wolverines are generally rare and elusive, wandering over massive home ranges. This was photographed in the wild in Finland where the population is estimated at 155 to 170.
This modestly sized (360m) hill is the remains of an atoll from when this part of Derbyshire was covered by a tropical sea.
The little white dots you may be able to see on the hill are sheep which help to give a sense of scale.
Gomez the Gomezian up early looking for more yummies,.. but I know he JUST ate,.. because I JUST fed the little pig glutton !!..LOL!!
C'mon my little man, I'll scramble you up some eggs,.. you want bacon with that?.. how 'bout a nice cuppa coffee?..
but I GET THE BATHROOM FIRST you hear??..otherwise I'm gonna poop in YOUR litter box...
Ouch, lol. Well I asked for it! (Excuse my hairy hand!) Annual open day at Barry Buddon MOD camp, with its assorted habitats. All the local natural history groups enjoy their day of exploring on this special site. Clegs are always numerous there and since I accepted that being bitten was inevitable, specially when standing still trying to capture various insect shots, I decided I would follow some of my flickr contacts examples and take a shot of it feeding. I'd previously experienced being "stabbed" and I guess I thought that would be pretty much it, but NO, it was so much more! A sensation of a stab, followed by a mini slash, ok a bit painful. I thought once the mouthparts were inserted, I wouldn't feel anything, but actually I was beginning to think she had struck a major artery! Ok, quick half dozen shots with DSLR, but not easy one handed, since it was my left hand she had chosen. Glutton for punishment, just to ensure I had a record of the event, I also fished my trust Optio W10 from my pocket and dashed off a few shots with it too. Ooooh, still feeling the discomfort (got to be honest, it was sore, but I've felt worse). However trying to dislodge her was a different matter altogether! Would she let go? I didn't want to kill her, so after gently trying to brush her off unsuccessfully, I finally managed to slide a pond rush under her body and virtually had to lever her out. What a grip. How we laughed!!!
They should have named Herring gulls Gannets.
They're bully-boy gluttons.
This one seen in Hesketh Park.
"Battling beauties!"
Here is my first series of "Hummer wars". Hummingbirds of all varieties are amazingly territorial and will chase each other to no end when they feel threatened or guarding "Their" feeder or flowers. Like many other small birds and mammals, I find the challenge of capturing these speed demons in pairs very rewarding. It certainly rates as one of the most difficult behaviors to photograph, as many of my photographer friends can attest to, but l am a glutton for punishment!
A southern Loudoun County, Virginia grainfield at sunset this past summer. We may be eating something made from the grain from this field tomorrow! I'm going to remember this day for a long time! :)
I wish all of my American friends a Happy Thanksgiving. Don't make a glutton of yourself! LOL
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"Battling beauties!"
Here is my first series of "Hummer wars". Hummingbirds of all varieties are amazingly territorial and will chase each other to no end when they feel threatened or guarding "Their" feeder or flowers. Like many other small birds and mammals, I find the challenge of capturing these speed demons in pairs very rewarding. It certainly rates as one of the most difficult behaviors to photograph, as many of my photographer friends can attest to, but l am a glutton for punishment!
Wanting to change things up a bit for their weekly get together, Stormtrooper Bruce decides to have a Hotdog Eating contest. Winner gets crowned King Glutton for the Day. Looser has to clean up the mess.
TK-432: Dude! You know, I think this is the best idea you've had in ages!
TK-1110: There's no such thing as a bad idea when it involves food.
Fett: That's not what you said when Chewie and I had our Bake Off.
TK-1110: I hardly think booby traps disguised as donuts and cookies qualify as food.
Chewie: Chrrkgs pfftchng draacht?
TK-432: No, no one died, but I'm pretty sure I got food poisoning.
Fett: I heard it was a 24 hr stomach virus, so that doesn't count.
STB: Hellooo, let's stop bickering and finish this contest. You've been eating for hours and the food is almost gone. Someone has got to win this crown I made!
Fett: Sure wish I'd brought my Moron Meter with me.
STB: Probably best you didn't. It would have just exploded the instant it hit the doorway.
Fett: Not having second thoughts about this food fest are you?
STB: Possibly. I must be a Glutton for Punishment for doing this.
Fett: If the crown fits... Just saying.
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