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Eucalyptus macrocarpa
Mallee Eucalyptu
Eucalyptus macrocarpa, or Mottlecah, is a mallee Eucalyptus that is native to the south-west of Western Australia and noted for its large, spectacular flowers. The Noongar peoples know the tree as Mottlecar.
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The Red Sensation Hydrangea is the only reblooming variety that delivers rich, vibrant red flowers. And not only do you get unbelievable, unique red color from your Red Sensation...but you also get giant blooms that explode with bright red color for weeks at a time. Google
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This handsome guy was on a HUGE mountain (just kidding, I say huge because I had to hike up there with my heavy camera gear) in Jasper National Park. Turned out to be worth it.
A huge statue, created by Anthony Gormley. There are some people by the feet to give it scale. The wingspan of 54m ( 177ft) is greater than that of a Boeing 757. The status is 20m (66 ft) high and is a 'marker and welcome' to Gateshead, just outside Newcastle-upon-Tyne in the North of England.
Since the bankruptcy in 2008 a huge majority of our branches have been shut down. Some of them remain empty shells after decades of inactivity, others razed (flattened) to the ground and vacant to this day. This location being the main branch was spared along with a handful of branches that remain open.
Pukekura Falls.... most likely the waterfall is not a natural one. It was ennobled by hand before the visit of the young Queen Elizabeth and her husband, Prince Philip, to New Zealand in the summer of 1954; and now there is a pump which makes the waterfall alive.
Waterfall height: 12m
Pukekura Falls are best viewed at night, during the Festival of Lights. The park is beautiful at any time of day or year, but every summer Pukekura Park hosts the spectacular Festival of Lights. From December to February, hundreds of lighting displays turn the park into a huge, illuminated fantasyland.
The sand dunes and sand beaches are amazing on the east side of the islands - - there is huge deposits of sand on these islands from the windblown sand of the Sahara dessert which has blown across from ocean and simply been deposited here. The local tour guides like to explain it as "we are filtering the air before we send it across to North America"
Mindello area tour on Cape Verde Islands, Cabo Verde Republic
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The huge fountain on the Prato della Valle, Padova with view towards the Basilica di Santa Giustina at the golden hour
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The Guma Lagoon is part of the vast Okavango Delta wetland. The delta is a huge triangle measuring 250 x 150 km. Yet it does not flow into any sea or ocean. It mostly simply evaporates into the hot Kalahari Desert of northern Botswana along a fault line. From a Fujichrome slide taken in 2005.
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Abandoned African Methodist Episcopal Church, Cairo Illinois. Once the pride of a city with a large African American contingent, this absolutely stunning church building is now abandoned and unused. The huge gold decorated pipe organ is still intact, the pews are all still in place, and even the cardboard hand fans await parishioners who are long gone. No one dares touch the left behind accoutrements. They are too sacred. It’s as if time has stood still and only memories remain.
D-AALJ, a Boeing 777F6N, taxiing to runway 06R at Toronto Pearson International Airport in Mississauga, Ontario.
It had arrived 90 minutes earlier from Frankfurt, Germany and was continuing as BOX462 (AeroLogic GmbH) to Houston, Texas.
While exploring Squamish in September , we had a look in a public garden. I did not succeeded in growing a pumpkin this year ( only sunflowers and a few cherry tomatoes). I did not carve the pumpkin I had at home , only drawn a face - will not show it on Flickr. There were lots of fireworks in my neighbourhood last night. Today we start November with sun ( unfortunately it is not going to be sunny all week) . To all many thanks for your comment . Have a good week.
En explorant Squamish en septembre, nous avons jeté un coup d'œil dans un jardin public. Je n'ai pas réussi à faire pousser une citrouille cette année (seulement des tournesols et quelques tomates cerises). Je n'ai pas sculpté la citrouille que j'avais à la maison, j'ai seulement dessiné un visage - je ne le montrerai pas sur Flickr. Il y a eu beaucoup de feux d'artifice dans mon quartier hier soir. Aujourd'hui, nous commençons novembre avec du soleil (malheureusement il ne fera pas beau toute la semaine) . A tous un grand merci pour votre commentaire. Passe une bonne semaine.
The last Just Joey rose until later this year. The rose bushes are huge and it takes a lot of effort to prune them in July.
“You’re halfway there. Not much to see in town!” The elderly lady evidently wasn’t impressed with our first port, and had given it up as a bad loss already, even though it was still only late morning and we weren’t sailing until half past four. “Oh well, we might as well take a look now that we’ve come this far,” replied the other lady as they passed one another on the huge road bridge over the marina just in front of us. It was only a fifteen minute walk into the town centre. Hardly a trek up the North Face of the Eiger really.
It’s true that Haugesund might not be the most picturesque town we’d be visiting during our time in Norway. We’d done our research, and concluded as much before booking a shore excursion to the enormous Langfossen waterfall, an outing that promised a testing uphill hike towards a viewpoint more than three hundred metres above the Åkrafjord. In truth, neither of us felt entirely committed to the trip though. An extra ten percent discount with a time limit had encouraged me to push the button, but the early start, the ninety minute coach trip either way and the prospect of bonding with some of the other passengers left us with conflicted feelings on the topic. True, the views from the top and, for me at least, the opportunity to photograph the famous waterfall appealed, but couldn’t we come back and do that ourselves another time? Ali declared that she’d much rather spend the first port day pottering about on foot, and said I could go to the waterfall on my own. So I cancelled half of the booking.
Ali said she might walk to the Rising Tides, a topical collection of coastal sculptures that lie out beyond the north of town. I looked at the map. You could pay an arm and a leg to cram yourself onto the road train and spend five minutes there before getting dragged off somewhere else, or you could spend an hour or so walking to it. And just beside the sculptures I noticed the word “fyr.” I’d photographed a few of those in Sweden last autumn. I do like a fyr you know. A further inspection revealed a rather splendid looking structure at the edge of the rocks, mounted on stilts. I could join Ali and photograph the fyr instead. I cancelled the other half of the waterfall excursion. One day we’ll return to the area and visit it on our own, without the company of a coachload of cruisers.
It was raining in Haugesund. Not heavily, but with a soft persistence of the kind where sometime later you suddenly realise you’re soaked to the skin. On went the waterproof trousers beneath the shelter of a multi-storey car park on the side of the quay, By now we’d been at sea for more than sixty hours, the last twenty-four of which had gradually become increasingly bumpy, and as we walked along the the streets of the town, the pavements seemed to roll in waves beneath our feet. It was a strange sensation that I’d only expected to last a minute or two, but it was only when we reached the edge of town and stood upon the grass that the earth fell still again. We were in a park, below the monument to Harald Fairhair, supposedly the first king of Norway, a reminder that this place was once a Viking stronghold.
Beyond the park lay a coastal area of low lying rocky skerries that spread out to sea, a foretaste of what was to come in the following few days as we made our way north towards the Arctic Circle. We could already see Kvalen Fyr in the middle distance. The rain had eased, but not entirely left us, becoming a celestial dripping tap that occasionally sprinkled into action and then stopped entirely before repeating the cycle all over again. Ali appeared to be enjoying her first day in Norway, which came as a relief. Bringing her this far north was always going to be a gamble, especially by sea.
And when we arrived in front of the little lighthouse on its pedestal, we found something unexpected - an added bonus in the form of the large pool hidden in a cleft in the rocks. You might see a lot of photographs of the waterfall we didn’t go to, and one day I intend to add some of my own to the pile, but I’m going to guess that not too many people have set up their tripods here in front of Kvalen Fyr, wiping the drips from the lens as they took their shots. It wouldn’t be the last time we’d find things that others had overlooked in their haste to get back to the ship in time for lunch. There’s always something to see if you’re prepared to make the effort.
Passo Pordoi is een belangrijke pas in de regio Dolomieten, Italië, die de verbinding maakt tussen het Valle di Fassa en het dal van de Cordevole.
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Passo Pordoi is an important pass in the Dolomites region, Italy, connecting the Valle di Fassa and the Cordevole valley.
What I enjoyed in this moment was how the people stepped back in time for a few hours to experience a gathering of people with very little modern technology in sight. The weather was like a traditional one with huge flakes of snow coming down. There was a warm fire to keep us cozy while waiting for a ride on the horse drawn sleigh. But mainly I saw people engaged with each other or watching the activities going on around them. However you celebrate the holiday season, I hope you engage with people around you in real time and leave those "devices" only for capturing the good times around you in photographs!
Long forgotten and left to rot, sadly. Close to me here and I pass it every day. A few outbuildings as well, behind where I was standing, a creek, odd things scattered everywhere , huge rooms, fireplace.... Beautiful Old House for sure, And that fantastic tree. Nikkor-OC 35 f2
Stayed up to watch the sunrise this morning. No sun. Just dark clouds, so I took in a few other points of interest on Sand Hook. Working 17 hours tomorrow , i will catch up on Monday.
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In Yangshuo, the Li River is probably the most important thing. It provides them with huge income from tourists, provides them sea food, and provides work for many.
This wooden rafts travel through one specific portion of the river which is surrounded by many mountains.
It was one of the finest travelling experiences in my five years of living in China.
Li River, Yangshuo,Guangxi.
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