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An appliqued embroidery hoop featuring the best cat of 2012, Tard the Grumpy Cat!
About 6 1/2 inches in diameter.
Thought they may be Aberdeen Angus but I wasn't going to look any closer - thank goodness for the trusty long lens!
We had three (!) degrees Celsius this morning. That explains the cheerful look on his face :)
I just love working with vintage cameras. Here again: my 42 yrs old Pentax Spotmatic F. Equipped with the very nice SMC Takumar 55mm 1.8. Wide open, of course!
Kodak Tri-X 400 @ 400 ISO
This one cracks me up. We got her hair all pretty for a session in the yellow flowers. I had this great vision of her playing in the flowers. My oldest son did such a great job of holding the reflector, too. She just stood, though, and mostly cried or gave me grumpy looks. The flowers were too tall for her liking. I was super frustrated at the time, but seeing this sure makes me laugh! After bribing her with icecream she finally cooperated more. Sigh.... Why does it always seem to come down to bribing?!...
The painting exhibit at East Garden Gallery, The Fullerton Hotel during the Adventures of Grumpy Cat by Yip Yew Chong.
I found a Snowy Owl on a side road this weekend while out on a drive. Unlike most of them that immediately fly away at the sight of an oncoming car, this one was different. She was perched on this fence post, and despite staying in my car, and around 30 feet away, it was quite grumpy about anyone looking at it.
More birds of prey: www.antonfalco.com/Blog/TheSearchForBirdsOfPreyInOntario
So far it had been a very enjoyable day on the south coast of Iceland. We'd mooched around in the mini metropolis of Vik, filling Brian the VW Camper with diesel and water and taking lunch in a cafe rather than the back of the van for a change. We even lost an hour among the aisles of the shopping centre, where you can find a higher class of tourist tat than you do in similar locations elsewhere in the world. I have a t shirt which tells anyone who cares to know that yes indeed, I have been to Iceland and I enjoyed myself so much that I bought this to make sure you know about it. Lazily we lounged in the warm pools of the Vik leisure centre for well over an hour, interspersed by the occasional visit to the sauna followed by a five second dip in the ice tub just so we could boast about how pious we'd been later on.
It was the one day in Iceland where we didn't just get up, have breakfast and drive a long distance, instead enjoying a host of nearby delights. True, we had to be back at Reykjavik early the next day, but tomorrow was tomorrow and for the moment we concerned ourselves with the pleasures behind the viewfinders that lay ahead. Usually a day out with the camera will lead us to two, maybe three locations at most, but on this most wonderful of summer adventures we managed no less than four separate mini adventures within twelve hours.
We'd been to the secret beach where my camera had had yet another accident:
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We'd been to Dyrholaey to commune with the clifftop puffins:
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In the middle of the evening the plane wreck at Solheimasandur was number three on the agenda for the day. You know you're at the right place because there aren't really any other obvious reasons to have a large and well filled car park on the south side of the ring road here. We'd hoped it might be less busy by the time we'd arrived, and the last enormous bus shaped object on steroids between the car park and the plane wreck had just returned to base. This was no concern of ours. Iceland is by far the most expensive county I've ever visited and the fare for a four mile round trip was no exception to the rule. We'd walked further across more challenging terrain to Aldeyjarfoss three nights earlier and the stroll across the barren black landscape discussing the adventures of the week behind us was no hardship.
It takes a while to make your way to the plane, which eventually becomes visible as a hidden dip in the ground ahead of you reveals itself. At this point the numerous specks around it also announce their presence. This may be the middle of nowhere, but it hasn't stopped an endless stream of visitors from making the effort to get here to see the remains of the US Navy Douglas Dakota which crash landed here in the winter of 1973 - fortunately no lives were lost. As we made our way towards the scene, one young man was standing on the roof of the plane, posing for an Instagram post no doubt. It was just the start of my mild descent into grumpy old man mode.
I've got no business being so high and mighty about such things of course. Justin Bieber (a teenage pop sensation so I'm told) may be permitted to prance about here with nobody else interrupting his creative outputs, but I'm just another member of the masses; somewhere between Josef Stalin and Mother Teresa on the grand scale of human kindness; somewhere between Josef Stalin's parents and Nelson Mandela on the grand scale of human accomplishment. I can't expect to have a place like this to myself, no matter how I imagined this would go. After an interim spell of childish sulking I began taking long exposures for the sky, which at least helped me to lose the unwanted distractions in my shots - even if they were still playing havoc with my concentration.
Each time it seemed that we might finally get the space to ourselves, another party would appear on the horizon. One man stood behind me to watch my progress alongside his evidently disinterested wife. He was a photographer too it seemed. He said he wished he'd brought his tripod with him too. Having had enough by now I gave him mine and sat on a rock with a bar of chocolate.
Finally and somewhat bizarrely a wedding party arrived, the bride and groom draping themselves elegantly across the fuselage. Subsequent research indicates that this seems to be a commonplace event. It was time to go; our final adventure of the trip at nearby Skogafoss was calling and the grumpiness began to dissolve as we began the two mile trudge back to Brian. Finding words to bring justice to the joy of our final episode under darkening northern skies and a colossal waterfall wasn't easy, but it was a memorable way to end an adventure we'd been dreaming of for years.
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Minimalistic bird photography of the Great Blue Heron amidst a field of beach grass (ammophila) at Edwin Forsythe National Wildlife Refuge in New Jersey.
It's hard to get respect. This Red-tailed Hawk was sitting begrudgingly in a neighbour's pine tree while being mobbed by a flock of small birds.
Don't speak to me, until I've had my first coffee of the day" Some mornings I can be a right grumpy cat
Just received my wonderful Grumpy Cat customs from @getcrazybricks created by the very talented @guyhimber
That is what they remind me of when the sit all hunched up like this. Snowy Egret at Gulf Pier, Fort DeSoto, FL
Not only was it pouring with rain and hail, but I also got stuck at a bridge opening. The first one of this season.
114 in 2014 #48 grumpy
Flickr Lounge weekly theme - water
52in 2014 #3 rain
I missed the opportunity to shoot a foggy morning on Friday, so edited this image from June instead and my mood shone through!
There you are you see - catch yourself in the right light and you look young-ish again!!
365:2019 Day 172
A very serious-minded frog.
Using the 100-400 lens, out looking for birds, and this guy showed up, so used what I had, and am pleased with the results.
abstract grumpy board wall.
close up detail of a wall/ facade to a now demolished industrial building.
sweet street, south bank, leeds.
Grave monument of Alberti Francesco (1793-1875).
Artist unknown to me.
Cimitero Monumentale de Milano, Italia.
I am going on vacation and will be away for a bit. I put up this photo of Monet aka the Grumpy Gremlin because this is the face I get when she sees the suitcase and also the face that greets me when I get back. In this particular case, it was the face I got when I took one too many photos of her and she had decided she was done with the photo session. I can't look at this without laughing. :-)
Photo taken in Sandy Springs, GA