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I lupi di Civitella Alfedena ululano in risposta alle campane di Barrea.
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Thermal imagery of wolves howling near Yellowstone National Park. This technology is helping USGS scientists understand the impacts of disease on the health of wolves. The thermal imagery helps by measuring temperature loss from the mange patches (red) and comparing this with temperature loss from natural fur (blues and greens). Image courtesy of Paul Cross, USGS.
The timber wolves will be our friends
We'll stay up late and howl,
At the moon, till nighttime ends,
Before going on the prowl
-Calvin, "Calvin and Hobbes"
I love these creatures
Minolta Autocord, Kentmere 400, Caffenol CL-CS, 15°C starting temperature, 60 minutes, Zone Imaging Eco Zonefix.
A pair of UP GE's use their dynamic brakes to keep their train of coal loads under control as they roll east on UP's Moffat Route in Coal Creek Canyon.
20+ Wolves howling at once, but this group started it! Wolves, during photo shoot at Wolf Sancutry of PA.
Ellie Rowsell in action from tonight's Wolf Alice gig at Barrowlands.
I'll be writing a review of the gig for TV Bomb.
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From various incarnations...
Frankensteins Monster
Manphibian
N'Kantu the Living Mummy
Dum Dum Dugan
Invisible Man
Man Thing
Werewolf by Night
Marcus......
Bosque Del Apache, NM. Coyote was howling in a field occupied mainly by Sandhill Cranes (in the background).
Started off with some sunlight - but ended up with gale winds and rain which proved more interesting. 20 second exposure.
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I took this picture on Dec. 10th. 2006 when I first joined Flickr. 18 years ago!
It is a lawn decoration and I lined it up with the the light and clouds. I thought it would be fun to post it as my earlier photos are not in Flickr anymore. It looked like a wolf howling at the moon on a cold December night.
This was such a nice but very cold site...
I still believe film is much better for this type of shot. You just don't get the blackness in the sky that film will give you.
One of six arctic wolves living in a national reserve in Hanau, Germany (location: Wildpark "Alte Fasanerie").
Since summer 2011 the three adult wolves named Ayla, Scott and Khan and the tree puppy wolves named Aslan, Monja and Inuq live together as one wolf pack.
I often find myself looking out the windows of abandoned places. It's a natural tendency when I'm inside of a house, particularly one I'm unfamiliar with. I like to see the view, but it also helps me understand the connection of the building to its environment. In a case like this it's impossible not to think about the lives of the families that once called this place home. I'm sure this view into the front yard was admired often on days like this. Cozy to be indoors on a cold autumn day. Shadows were lengthening during my visit as sunset wasn't far off, but I could still make out the muted colors of fallen autumn leaves on the lawn. Except in my case the house was filled with dampness, cold and wind entering from a collapsed roof behind me. The structure no longer offered comfort, warmth, safety or security. All of that long gone, and discernible only as a memory, perhaps a reflection in the dirty window panes, or shore need in what was left of an old curtain still hanging on as old house curtains often do. Remarkable in a way, a flimsy curtain still hangs when the roof is gone; an old wall calendar still charts the course of a month now 25 years gone. Remnants of past lives, happiness and laughter that once filled this place. My mind jolted back into the present as a gust of wind blew through this old living space, momentarily animating the curtain in front of me, as if by unseen hands. I looked down at my feet, balanced precariously on the floor joist that had led me to this window. Earlier I had crept across it as if on a balance beam and it was now time to make my way back, to leave this dead space. As I crossed the threshold that took me back into light and fresh air, I felt that odd goosebump sensation. Relief but coupled with that joint feeling of fear and excitement about having been in such a dark place.