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A goldfinch at last ! I have heard them for ages twittering away as they do , but they have always been out of sight until this one flew into another tree high up higher than the house - gottcha !
Gold , that's a good enough reason !
A Bold Jumping Spider consuming its prey, a Sac Spider. This was risky business for the jumper because the Sac Spider was nearly as big and aggressive.
While Peter was taking shots of the Falcons, I watched the resident Little Pied Cormorant do some yabbying. It only took two dives to come up with this one.
(Clare)
Chobe National Park, Botswana.
Another from the archives...
Standing on his tippy-toes, he only just reached the nipple....
I'm beginning a new project where I'll be taking spontaneous, "real life" pics of the kids. I kind of do this anyway, but I won't intervene at all. No, "hey you, look over here" or "Let's wipe that PB&J off of your face before I take this". Just raw, unscripted moments from our daily life. Thanks to my friend, Karen (Sweetthings) for the inspiration.
Grey Heron (Ardea cinerea) with a small catfish. Kanana Camp, southwestern Okavango Delta, Botswana. Note the small crocodile waiting for leftovers.
I did some minor clean-up of reed stems around the bird's head in Photoshop.
My kids are always on level 20 but I wouldn't change them for anything because they are our mini me's. My son has been on his Spider-Man/ninja turtle kick and baby sis sometimes can't keep up. I saw a photo by photographer Jason Lee and his work and made it my own.
dalai monastery, darjeeling, india
gottcha!!! during our various visits to the monastery, we were lucky enough to see the young novices relaxing . . . the atmosphere was so good (despite the persistent mist)! They had several favourite games, all with minimal equipment and aids. Tag was big!!
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Ricardo sits with his head in his hands, watching from the back porch as Cliff fumbles about from within the structure of poles and sheets. After a few more moments, and a particularly alarming snapping sound, a shiny gold head pokes out of a fold in the sheets and looks over at Ricardo.
Cliff: And… we are all set to go.
Cliff emerges from the tangle of wires and bedsheets and stands next to Ricardo as he rises from the steps, gazing at his handiwork like a proud father.
Ricardo: Awesome.
They stand and stare at the machine for a moment in silence. Ricardo grins excitedly and looks over at Cliff.
Ricardo: So… all I gotta do is sit in there and I get superpowers?
Cliff: Uh…
Ricardo: You said I’d get superpowers. I do get superpowers, right?
Cliff: …Probably?
Ricardo: Cause it sure doesn’t look like I will, R-Man. And believe me, I could really do with superpowers to help my mother out around the store, y’know?
Cliff: It’ll work! Just trust me. Build it and they will come!
Ricardo: So I will get superpowers?
Cliff: Just stop sayin’ ‘superpowers’, alright?
Ricardo goes quiet and looks to the floor.
Cliff: Look, you might get somethin’, but I can’t promise…
Cliff reaches into the machine and pulls out a makeshift helmet covered in wires.
Cliff: Come here.
Ricardo wanders over and frowns.
Ricardo: What is that?
Cliff: You’ve gotta wear it… to, uh…. connect you to the… machine.
Ricardo eyes the helmet suspiciously and goes quiet. After a moment of observation, he grins and nods.
Ricardo: Ride on, R-Man.
Cliff: Uh, sure.
Ricardo presents his head and Cliff carefully lays the helmet on it as if it were it a priceless crown.
Ricardo: Mega.
Cliff: Did you just say: ‘mega’?
Ricardo: Huh?
Cliff: Nothin’.
Ricardo stands carefully as he balances the helmet on his head and grins excitedly.
Ricardo: Okay… now this is more like it. Yeah, real science-y and shit! How does it work man? It just looks like a strainer covered in bits of wire!
Cliff: That’s cause it is.
Ricardo: Oh.
Ricardo’s excitement begins to fade as Cliff enters the machine and turns on the battery. As it hums quietly into life Cliff pokes his head out and looks at Ricardo.
Cliff: How’d you feel?
Ricardo: Great!
Cliff: You can’t taste metal?
Ricardo: Nope.
Cliff: Or feel a buzzin’?
Ricardo: No. Should I?
Cliff: Great. Hang in there a sec.
He goes back into his machine and turns up a dial on the battery. The machine’s fragile frame creaks slightly and begins to vibrate. Ricardo, still proudly donning his helmet, watches Cliff with anticipation.
Cliff: Okay, come sit here.
Cliff beckons Ricardo over to a small fold out chair positioned in the middle of the contraption. Ricardo sits down gently, careful not to knock his helmet off.
Ricardo: I’m excited, R-Man! Are you excited?
Cliff ignores him and exits the machine. He pulls back the white sheet covering the contraptions entrance and clips it shut with a clothes peg. He goes outside and picks up a small box connected to one of the wires running from the house and into the battery inside the machine.
Cliff: Now, when this happened before, Morden was inside for at least a few minutes before anythin’ started to happen. So you might not feel anythin’ straight away, okay?
A voice pipes up from within the now quietly humming machine.
Ricardo: Okay!
Cliff: And you’ve gotta try stayin’ real still.
Ricardo: Gottcha!
Cliff: And if you feel anythin’ strange, or smell anythin’ you don’t think you should be smellin’, just shout, okay?
Ricardo: Okay!
Cliff: Now… you ready?
Ricardo: Yeah!
Cliff: I said are you ready?
Ricardo: Yeah!
Cliff: I can’t hear you!
Ricardo: YEAH!
Cliff: HELL YEAH!
Ricardo: HELL YEAH!
Cliff: Now let’s do some science motherfucker!
Cliff turns the dial on the box and the machine’s frame jolts awake. The battery inside hums louder now, growing in intensity as the poles holding the machine together begin to vibrate and shake violently. Cliff turns up the dial a little more, crosses his fingers, and presses a button.
Sparks fly from the box in Cliff’s hand, and from within the machine there comes a loud bang. It gives one final triumphant jolt of movement before smoke starts to fill the air and Ricardo comes running out, still clutching the strainer to his head.
Ricardo: Shit shit shit shit shit! Fire! It’s on fire!
He drops to the ground next to Cliff as the sheets covering the failed contraption burst into flames.
Cliff: Fuck! Fuck! No no no no!
Cliff runs over the burning wreck and gingerly tries to salvage the battery from inside. He reaches in, fumbles around for a moment, and gives up when his jacket sleeve catches alight.
Cliff: FUCK!
Cliff shakes his arm about wildly to extinguish the flames as Ricardo takes a seat on the back porch and watches him. He sighs and removes the strainer from his slightly singed head.
Cliff: FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! MOTHERFUCKER! Stupid… fuckin’… FUCK!
Cliff extinguishes the flames dancing on his sleeve and kicks the air frustratedly. He angrily thrashes about for a few more minutes, kicking a shrub and stomping on the grass, before calling it a day and slumping over next to Ricardo on the back porch.
Cliff: Fuck.
The two of them share a moment in silence, watching the remnants of Cliff’s machine as they smoulder on the grass. Footsteps fill the air as Larry comes running through the kitchen and to the back door in a panic.
Larry: Cliff? The lawn’s on fire.
Cliff: Yeah.
Larry: You gonna do anything?
Cliff: No.
Larry: Fine. Whatever.
Larry turns to go back inside, but stops himself and looks back at the pair of them sat on the porch.
Larry: Sorry, who are you?
Ricardo: Ricardo.
Larry says nothing.
Ricardo: Oh, right. I deliver the groceries.
Larry shrugs and goes back inside.
Ricardo: Huh. D’you see that? Dude looked like a mummy. Rad.
Cliff: Your hair’s smokin’ man.
Ricardo: Oh.
Ricardo raises a hand to his scalp and pats out a smouldering patch of hair. Cliff continues to stare at the wreck of the machine, unmoving and defeated, and Ricardo sighs. He leans over the edge of the porch steps and reaches into his delivery box of groceries, the contents of which now starting to slowly go off in the humid late afternoon air. He feels around for a moment then produces two bottles of beer, which he promptly opens using his teeth. He places one next to Cliff and brings the other up to his mouth. Cliff looks down at the offering and says nothing. Ricardo, realising what he’s done, goes to grab the bottle and get it out of Cliff’s sight, but before he can Cliff grabs his wrist and, with his other hand, points to his mouth. Ricardo takes a second to understand, then lifts the bottle to Cliff’s mouth and pours a little in. Cliff turns away and begins once more to stare at the remains of his White Room, now gently smoking on the lawn.
Cliff: I tried.
Ricardo silently lays a hand on Cliff’s shoulder and takes another swig of beer. They both watch as the sun begins to set on the manor, the last wisps of smoke disappearing as they twist and curl into the air.
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Another book goes flying through the air of Niles’ study and crashing into a cabinet as Rita angrily tosses it to one side and exhales exasperatedly. She’d been up there for hours now, trying, in vain, to look for anything that may give them some kind of hint as to how to get Niles back. She hasn’t found anything of use, however, during her time she has found:
-A stale waffle.
-An old notebook labelled ‘W.K’, completely blank save for a drawing of a horse on the back cover that erases itself once seen.
-A copy of Heathers on VHS.
-A whisk.
-Five copies of ‘Science Today’ from 1992, each curiously missing pages 4, 11 and 27 respectively.
-A compass that always points south-east.
-And a set of tea-stained tarot cards.
Rita slumps against a bookcase and drops to the floor with a sigh. She casts her eyes around the cluttered mess Niles calls an office and considers for a moment if there is anywhere else she hasn’t looked. She’d been in the filing cabinets, through the bookcases and rattled the handles of the two locked drawers in Niles’ desk for far too long before realising she wasn’t going to get into them and calling it a day. Resting her head back against the shelf, she stares up at the ceiling and lets her mind go blank. She thinks about the night Niles was lost – the Brain, the White Room, Morden – and suddenly remembers something that causes her to sit upright and to attention. With everything that had happened since, she’d completely forgotten what she’d been able to do. She casts her mind back to their imprisonment in Brain’s lair; to the dingy cell they’d been thrown so rudely into by that great stinking ape of a –
Rita: Get a grip.
She stands and begins to hum to herself in some kind of warm up routine, blowing air out through her lips and shaking out her limbs. She takes a deep breath in, forgetting about everything else, and focuses her mind on her arm, and how she would very much like to reach over and pick up a book situated on a shelf opposite. She pictures herself in melted, fleshy form and starts to feel her arm lose its integrity and droop slightly. She closes her eyes and continues to picture herself as that awful, horrible pool of flesh. Her arm drops to the ground with a wet squelch. She takes another breath and concentrates on reaching for the book.
Rita: Come on now. Focus.
She tries to replicate the feeling of desperate panic she remembered feeling from before, locked in that cell and listening to the sounds of the White Room, but finds the feeling hard to retrieve. She slaps herself with her good hand and squeezes her eyes shut tighter. She whispers aggressively to herself:
Rita: Stanislavski, Rita. What would Stanislavski do. Think now.
But no matter how hard she tries, her drooping puddle of an arm doesn’t budge. She opens her eyes angrily and kicks Niles’ desk a couple of times in frustration. She bends down and gathers her melted arm up as it starts to gradually re-form itself to its regular shape.
Rita: Give up, sweetheart. This isn’t happening.
She shakes out her arm and turns to leave, but stops when she notices something sticking out of the desk before her. It’s one of the drawers that had been previously locked. She frowns and realises her aggressive kicking must have loosened it. She goes over and pulls it open fully, gazing inside at pieces of paper scrawled with calculations and numbers and strange, unrecognisable symbols. She rifles round inside, pushing more pieces of scrap paper out the way and wondering what inside the drawer is so important that Niles feels the need to lock it. After a few more minutes of searching she finds nothing of worth, but as she goes to close it something catches her eye. She reaches in and pulls out an old, yellowed envelope with the seal folded neatly over on itself. She hesitates for a moment, and then carefully opens it and pulls out a single, black and white photograph. Staring back at her is the smiling face of a pretty young woman, with what Rita can only assume to be black curly hair and dark eyes. She gazes into the woman’s face for a moment, then turns the photograph over to find, written neatly in pen, the date:
1986
And beneath that:
Calcutta.
Rita frowns, but her attention is suddenly drawn away from the photograph and towards a thick cloud of smoke blowing up from the garden and past the study window.
Rita: Oh for god’s sake…
She slides the drawer shut and turns out the study light, closing the door behind her as she makes her way down to the garden. She doesn’t know why, but she keeps hold of the photograph.
Gottcha, finally managed a shot of one before it flew off, these Yellow Dung Flies have been annoying me for a few weeks, they just don't want to stay still for a photo :)
It is a constant battle to keep Sadie from licking Grace. She is such a licker. And what makes it difficult is that Grace's parents are not OK with it!
I was not sure which version of this image I liked better. Here is the other one. flic.kr/p/7goPJS
Sadie has an eye disease; uveitis.
More information here www.animaleyecare.com/animalvision.html
chestnut-backed chickadee
NW MT
been looking for this guy for about 4 years now, finally found one deep in the mosquito-infested woods while watching our GGOW family. very satisfying morning.
I've wanted to capture these guys for quite a while. I thought about calling this Doves - see if you can find them.
The Crab spider is just about invisible on the white daisy petals, the fly didn't see her. I call them ghost spiders : )
Please help by adding a few tags for me, won't work.
spider, white, fly, daisy, macro, chrissie2003 ... thanks
Thanks Werner !
Have a great weekend
My 7 year old Australian Shepherd - Madie. I play ball and Frisbee with him every day. Unless I throw it bad, he never misses a catch. This is him summer hair cut that is growing back some.
47th Annual Kona Stampede Rodeo March 22-24, 2011
During the many years we spent on the Big Island, we always managed to miss this rodeo for one reason or another. Then in 2011, after "bumping" into a very dear friend we hadn't seen in a long time, we found out she was going to be competing in the event, so we took in two days’ worth of great action!
A total of 250 contestants participated in events including: Wahine (women's) Calf Mugging, Keiki (kid's) Barrel Racing, Kane/Wahine (men's/women's) Ribbon Mugging, Double Mugging, Team Roping, Open Tie Down, Bull Riding, and more!
I photographed all of the events that our friend, Kainoa DeGuair and her family were in, as well as everything else on March 22 and 24th, 2011. What a blast to see the talent and skill of all these real-life Paniolos, carrying on this tradition from one generation to the next!
"The event derives from the duties of actual working cowboys, which often required catching and restraining calves for branding or medical treatment. Ranch hands took pride in the speed with which they could rope and tie calves which soon turned their work into informal contests." (Wikipedia)
Last year when I was renting I saw a of group of year round robins almost every day but I kept seeing one that looked like it had splotches. It was very...um flighty, and I had a hard time trying to get the binocs on it. It turned out to be a Spotted Towhee. When I moved to this residential neighborhood I thought I'd never see another. I hung a bird feeder and except for a few early visitors no one came to it. I finally got some new seed and moved the feeder around to the front of the house...on the local bird flyway (between neighboring feeders. Being frugal...I dumped the seed onto my patio table. I was in the other room and heard a familiar song and ran for the camera.Ii think they sound like they're saying. "Towhee, towhee". So if you look large you can see it's got rain drops on its head and you can even see the raindrops falling. In the second one, on the right, he's waiting his turn at the table. A Flicker came too, but didn't stay long....so maybe there will be a few special birds besides the warring crows and seagulls. BTW: I need to apologize, my Flickr site has never worked right since the new format. When I click on following nothing comes up, but I discovered that if I click on the blank page lightbox tab, they all come up, but then the last one in the line up gets dropped. I am missing a lot of the bells and whistles, so I can no longer see all of my contacts pics all the time.So when I can, I try to comment on as many as I can. I have tried to get this fixed to no avail Sorry!
I have tried for a while to catch a crow at the stump lol...they love peanuts and are SO timid...so I was happy when I got this shot! I worked 5 hours yesterday...will do the same today...hope to be back up to regular hours next week...hope everyone has a great day/night...clouds here today I believe...thanks so much for your visits...will catch up later!
The Forth Bridge is a cantilever railway bridge over the Firth of Forth in the east of Scotland, to the east of the Forth Road Bridge, and 14 kilometres (9 mi) west of central Edinburgh. It was opened on 4 March 1890, and spans a total length of 2,528.7 metres (8,296 ft). It is often called the Forth Rail Bridge or Forth Railway Bridge to distinguish it from the Forth Road Bridge, although it has been called the "Forth Bridge" since its construction, and was for over seventy years the sole claimant to this name.
This shot was taken just as the rain began to pour down - I have a follow up where the far side of the bridge is almost lost in the mist!!