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Étang Burbank, Danville.
Son nom anglais est évocateur de son comportement. En effet, on la retrouve souvent perchée dans les arbres dans lesquelles elle y fait aussi son nid.
His English name is evocative of his behavior. Indeed, it is often found perched in the trees in which it also makes its nest.
Only saw this on Friday but I assume this is one of the downed trees in Bushy Park , Flickr friend Peter Denton said that having talked with a ranger at Bushy Park around forty trees were lost the storms just over a week ago , either Eunice or Franklin . Apart from the trees that had fallen , everywhere I looked there were twigs , branches and all sorts of tree debris laying on the ground throughout where I walked . Indeed it seemed the deer were quite intrigued by the carpet of fallen debris . Not visible in the shot but off to the left there was a herd of deer - I did not count them but it could have well gone into three figures !!
When I begun to process this exposure bracketing, I thought that I knew what I wanted to attain. I was perfectly wrong. Indeed, these RAW files kept a few secret bits of beauty which I was not aware of when I selected them for processing – and they changed the course of the journey I had foreordained.
I was in a gloomy mood, for both personal and general concerns, and the RAWs looked rather duller than the average – taken: they appeared to accurately mirror the state of my soul. At worst, I would have wasted some hours of pointless procesing work before deciding to look for something better. Nobody would have known. However things were to contradict my expectations. I got some good news (a rarity in those tough days) about the health conditions of my brother and my “adopted brother-in-law” (i.e. my brother’s brother-in-law); on the other hand, Darktable – that wonderful software – gifted me with a few unanticipated treasures. My thoughts were growing more and more positive and the processing of this bracketing were proceeding accordingly: a hidden beauty was unfolding before me, my own persisting unawareness of it notwithstanding. At last I found myself with a picture that had apparently self-processed itself*, while I was busy exploring uncharted thoughts that kept emerging along the way
* Admittedly a bizarre phenomenon, which Maurits Cornelius Escher would have loved – think of his Drawing hands.
I would avoid to nag you about this incredibly wonderful location: you can take a look at my album Silent banks, the complete collection of the photos I have taken there; the attached narratives are rich in information about the place, if you are curious enough.
This location is especially renowned for its legendary morning mists, but only a thin layer of milky mist floated above the water that morning. On top of the hill in the distance, beyond the river, lays the sanctuary of the Madonna della Rocca ( = Madonna of the Rock), already brushed by the first light pouring from the Eastern horizon.
I have obtained this picture by blending an exposure bracketing [-1.7/0/+1.7 EV] by luminosity masks in the Gimp (EXIF data, as usual, refer to the "normal exposure" shot), then, as usual, I added some final touches with Nik Color Efex Pro 4.
I tried the inverted RGB blue channel technique described by Boris Hajdukovic as a possible final contribution to the processing. While this technique (which, its imposing name notwithstanding, is pretty simple to implement) often holds interesting results in full daylight landscapes, its effects on a low-light capture (e.g. a sunrise) are utterly unpredictable, so at the end of my workflow I often give it a try to ascertain its possibilities. In this picture I have exploited this technique in a very frugal, yet effective, way – just some touches where needed.
RAW files has been processed with Darktable. Denoising with DFine 2 and the Gimp (denoised and original images blended by lightness).
Wolverine Fireworks started lighting off a barrel of explosive fluiid several years back, it is always met with a gasp from spectators. Usually they explode the gas during the fireworks and catch everyone by surprise, this year it was at the end of the show as a stand alone firework, thus I was able to photograph it in isolation. Some years the percussion and heat is felt across the river, scary indeed.
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Rivets. Rivets. Rivets. Near century old rivets still supporting an ironwork underpass below the railway tracks at Lakeshore Drive in downtown Toronto. Processed in PS...
I left Lakewood, Colorado, at 1:00 PM after visiting family there and set the Saratoga, Wyoming, area as my next waypoint: a 3-3/4 hour drive. So, after a number of stops along the way, when I passed through the town more than six hours later and the sun was getting low, the sign for Saratoga Lake Campground seemed like a good omen. I knew it was indeed a good sign when right inside the entry gate I was greeted by a group of Yellow-headed Blackbirds perching and calling in the lakeside reeds.
Have patience with all things, but chiefly have patience with yourself. Do not lose courage in considering your own imperfections but instantly set about remedying them - every day begin the task anew.
~ Saint Frances de Sales
Yes, a day more and it's everyone's favorite part of the week! :D
Enjoy the remainder of the work week!
The day after Thanksgiving has been designated Native American Heritage Day in the U.S. celebrating the rich cultural heritage of the indigenous peoples of the country. It offsets some of the naive ideas promoted by the Thanksgiving holiday. The overlap with "black friday" is most unfortunate, and has resulted in some Native Americans to declare the timing of this day of commemoration to be in "poor taste."
It is thought that the first humans were present in North America around 23,000 years ago, possibly even earlier. The diversity of environments in which these human cultures thrived, from the Arctic to deserts is amazing- no other species on Earth has done this. The traditions they established are indeed rich and beautiful, many of which are carried on today despite governmental attempts to quash them. There are 567 tribes recognized by the Federal government.
This petroglyph panel shown here portrays one of these rich cultures that thrived in what is now southern Utah and southwestern Colorado 2000 years ago. The large anthropomorphs are in the San Juan style (Basketmaker II period). The shamanistic figures have enigmatic head ornaments (some look like antenna), belts, and necklaces.
Yes. Drama indeed. So Meriwether Lewis (1774-1809), leader of the over-famous Lewis and Clark Expedition to the Louisiana Purchase, was also an avid plant collector. At Three Forks, Montana, he on July 29, 1805 picked Ribes odoratum - soon under the name of Ribes aureum -, and wondrously that specimen is still today preserved. The other specimens he collected were destroyed by a rising of the Missouri River, and he notes sadly on July 13, 1806: 'all my specimens of plants also lost'. This botany would have been even more tragic if it had been the cause of Lewis's murder or suicide at Grinder's Stand, Tennessee, in 1809.
A few years later in 1811, Thomas Nuttall (1786-1859) and John Bradbury (1768-1823), members of the so-called Astoria Expedition along the Missouri River, also collected our Odoratum. I'm too lazy to find out where Nuttall found it, but Bradbury - in whom I'm more interested - collected it on Little Cedar Island, Missouri. A bit of a drama queen - it would seem - he claimed that Frederick Traugott Pursh (1774-1820), in contrast to his middle name I guess, stole his plant (and others) and his description for his own as Ribes aureum in his Flora Americae Septentrionalis (1814). Bradbury thereafter refused ever again to write on botany!
Leaving drama and tragedy behind, -The Botanical Register in 1816 - with a sneer to the flowers of the genus as a whole - writes ecstatically: 'With us this pretty shrub has as yet no other value than that which arises from a colour and fragrance of blossom unlooked for in this genus; but in its native place it is highly prized for the excellence of the fruit, which is said to be larger than any of our more common garden sorts.'
Before I forget: 'Wendl.' is for Heinrich Ludolph Wendland (1791-1869), who officially described our Ribes in 1825. In his description he remarks rather sourly that he doesn't know whether Pursh is right in acclaiming Odoratum's fragrance, but that in 'matters of taste there can be no dispute'.
This photo was taken on October 23rd, 2005, on the last day of my first trip to New York city. A huge leap of faith, one of the largest I had ever taken. It was indeed a trip that was to forever change my life. And with each subsequent trip there, more opportunities to travel - 2006 to Seattle, 2007 to Detroit, and many more trips to the city that never sleeps. And on each journey I met fellow photographers who would touch my soul and heart in such a profound way, life and self discovery expanded at exponential speed. I was no longer afraid of who I was, what my art had to say, what i wanted to be, where i wanted to go. That period was not without tears, pain, loving and letting go, but within that vulnerability I drew strength and courage. I felt alive. It all felt right.
It's odd, how our perceptions of the world around us, as well as the perceptions we have of ourselves change over time.
This image once symbolized unapologetic vulnerability and delicate fearlessness, but looking at it again, 4 years later, I see melancholy, reservation and fearful naiveté. It is me, has always been me, but what is different? When I look in the mirror, I don't see this same woman. Something in the eyes has shifted, been displaced, lost in the shuffle of daily struggles. Life in New York, Seattle, Detroit has moved on, but i feel as if I am frozen in time, my life, hyphenated, struggling to find balance again, to be inspired, to find my way back to my passion, purpose, simple things that once made me very happy.
My camera has now become a utilitarian machine, serving no other purpose than to document the world around me. I ask myself every day - will i ever find that inspiration again? That passion to create, the courage to be fearless?
Mom goes in for her next scan at the end of the month, and then a subsequent meeting with her oncologist on the 4th of December. There are two ways this could turn out - the cancer can come back, or she can be free of cancer. Two ways our Christmas could turn out - a white happy Christmas, or a grey sad one. We pray for the best, hope for recovery but prepare for the worst.
Perhaps that is what is happening now with my photography - I'm praying for inspiration, hoping for discovery but preparing for creative closure.
Perhaps these wounds I have collected over these past 4 years need time to heal, but it also makes me realize the necessity of finding a way back to a medium that once helped me process the world around me, and that this might be the only way to make sense of the world again. But there is fear. Fear of what i will see in the next self portrait; but is a leap of faith I must take one more time.
Evangeline and Newton go for a stroll to take advantage of the sunshine .... a rare day indeed! I wish it were sunny here!
Indeed it is per the title, the gorgeous colours just so rich and vibrant. One of the best places to see such a sight, National trust at Stourhead Wiltshire.
was taken by me , indeed
people don't bother your self =) and don't try to be the first one who post a comment
i'm not that popular ;D
i mean take your time lol
Living Life
Life is not a race - but indeed a journey. Be Honest. Work Hard. Be Choosy. Say 'thank you', 'I love you', and "great job' to someone each day. Go to church, take time for prayer. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh. Let your handshake mean more than pen and paper. Love your life and what you've been given, it is not accidental ~ search for your purpose and do it as best you can. Dreaming does matter. It allows you to become that which you aspire to be. Laugh often. Appreciate the little things in life and enjoy them. Some of the best things really are free. Do not worry, less wrinkles are more becoming. Forgive, it frees the soul. Take time for yourself ~ Plan for longevity. Recognize the special people you've been blessed to know. Live for today, enjoy the moment.
-Bonnie Mohr
Yosemite National Park was for me, both a blessing and a curse. The blessing was the beauty of the mountains, valleys, rivers and sky. The curse…I’m not a landscape photography guy. In between every tree, rock and crevice I was looking for wildlife. It was by far the largest area that I had ever visited that was nearly void of wildlife. Even the park ranger that I asked for help in locating critters tried to get me excited about the whitetail deer that come out at dawn and dusk…I can see whitetail most days around our neighborhood.
Yosemite is just another reason to thank Abraham Lincoln for the blessing that he was as he had the insight to set aside the magnificent place way back in his day, laying the foundation for our National Parks System.
Photo taken 12 September, 2023
I believe this is a Cassin's Finch, if I am wrong feel free to correct me. If it is indeed the Cassin's Finch it is a first for me
Apparently there was a building on this spot in 1580, but the present building dates from the late 1600s. I stayed here once in order to cover a wedding, and it was very pleasant indeed. Judy and I called in here for coffee as we were passing through Burford on our way home from the Cotswolds. Sheep Street, in which the hotel is situated, is absolutely full of beautiful old buildings. It was just a shame that the weather was quite cloudy and grey.
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After seeing Rich Barnett’s photo, from his father Bob’s collection, of GRWO at the Quinipoxet Reservoir back in the day, it urged me to dig this one out from a 2016 chase with Nick Palazini of a pair of the P&W’s “bigger” motive power in charge of train GRWO returning from the Pan Am interchange. Although taken from a slightly different angle, the location is exactly the same and shows how over grown a few decades has made this particularly “off limits” location. We were indeed accosted by the big bad water police for being here as he didn’t believe our reasoning, but were saved when the engineer (a good friend of ours) made it known we were there just for pictures, and we went on our way. I don’t suggest going here for a photo as it might not work out in your favor and could land you in some trouble with the heightened security of the reservoir. Plus, this was 6 years ago and I’d imagine this is even more overgrown now.
Here’s a link to Rich’s father’s photo for comparison:
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August 2016
Princeton, MA.
This really was a bonanza of a day!
Here is another shot from our morning out with Kansas City Southern's Fort Smith Dodger. The Heavener based local formally symboled RHV106 03 is heading railroad east to Fort Smith with a short train trailing two sharp four axle units in Southern Belle dress, KCS 2976 (GP40-3 rebuild originally blt. Feb. 1981 new for the railroad as GP40-2 796) and 2808 (GP40-3 rebuild originally blt. May 1966 as straight GP40 WP 3503).
The train is seen here in the morning light crossing Woodson Avenue at about MP 9.9 from Fort Smith (former Frisco MP 426.5 as measured from St. Louis).
To learn more history of this ex Frisco branch and how it became KCS check out the long form caption with this post.
Bonanza, Arkansas
Friday September 3, 2021
Snakebit? Maybe not literally, but indeed unfortunate.
DeKalb County (Winnona Park), Georgia, USA.
8 August 2020.
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::my new wall art...a decal from here i ♥ it! ::
::my favorite dress. I wore it to Bekas wedding w/ a lil white puff sleeve jacket. i ♥ it sooo! ::
::travel...it's what i yearn for::
::i looked down for many years of my life and never saw the sun....it shines on me now and i feel its warmth::
I love bees ... my prayer is:
Please let our buzzing friends grow in numbers and bring joy to our lives, and life too our gardens. 🐝🐝🐝
Now where would we Bee without our little insect friends buzzing here and there pollinating plants?
Furthermore, tiny yellow bundles of bizziness darting too & fro busy collecting the pollen to make delicious honey for us to enjoy.
Without our tiny stripped buzzing friends the world would certainly be a sadder place to live, if indeed we could without their help.
"ON A WING AND A PRAYER"
Lend me your wings buzzy bee,
let me sample the floral delight,
with these wings I'm buzzing and free,
and buzzed on my inaugural flight.
Poetry by Sean.
Just a little poem to accompany my little image, hope you like it.
'Background information'
Actually this honey bee hit my kitchen window and fell to the path, it seemed stunned so I helped it onto a cape daisy flower to recuperate.
Popped inside grabbed my camera and there we have it, good news the bee flew off minutes later. 👍🐝😇
Love and Peace everyone!
Keep safe and well.
My friend ttteerit www.flickr.com/photos/man_is_like_unto_a_tree/3428032526/
talked today about the images of death and renewal in Easter and in pagan traditions. I have trouble with the literal idea of the Resurrection, but it makes sense to me in the terms she was talking about......and here is our Australian Easter. Death - indeed much death in this particular area, and I fear that, and so grieve for those who suffered it, and those who grieve because of it, but for me, the Australian bush and what it does is as comforting as to the truly religious is the Easter story. EXPLORE #462 April 10, 2009 Moved to #231
On tonight's evening news, the weather man predicted we've reached a turning point for this Winter's coldest temperatures. The coming week will bring warmer temperatures and even a bit of rain. Mind you, this is the same fellow that only a few weeks ago, predicted the month of February will be colder then usual. So we shall see. In the mean time, I'll try a selenium tint on this photo from December 26th, when it was indeed very cold and snowy.
Bristol Marina is Bristol's only fully serviced marina. Operating since 1980, the Marina is situated on the south side of the Floating Harbour and is bounded by The Baltic Wharf housing development and the SS Great Britain. Bristol Marina is accessible from the sea and from the inland waterways using the Kennet and River Avon navigation, indeed it is possible to navigate from London to Bristol using the Kennet and Avon.
Southern Arizona offers many springtime treats to those birders who visit, but few more beautiful than this one. The blue-throated mountain-gem, actually a large hummingbird (about 3X the size of the Ruby-throated hummingbird), exhibits beauty in its flight and that identifiable magnificent blue throat. Last year, when visiting the area, I had hoped to come across them, and that we did. Having a limited distribution in North America, primarily in Mexico, they also breed in SE AZ, SW NM, and southern TX. Of interest to note, the blue-throated mountain-gem does not perform an aerial display, using different vocalizations to attract mates and defend its territory. I think it's a gem indeed. Hope you enjoy and have a great weekend ahead.
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A couple in a lonely beach during dusk.
(The above shot is dedicated to special one who is my life indeed)
With the inventor behind the controls-and the builder behind the scenes. ;D
A better picture of the Pigeon, because-I'll be honest- "Watson's Garage" was completely built around it. ;D
Enjoy, and please take your time. :)
While hiking up to Grotto Falls in rain and fog, I came across a park employee on his way down from the summit of Mount LeConte (the second highest summit in the park). Jokingly, I said to him "socked in fog up thier eh".
To which he said, "nope, crystal clear on the summit". I turned around on the trail, ran back to the car, broke about 15 traffic violations while racing to the summit of Clingmans Dome. I made it to the summit and it was indeed clear and the clouds were rolling across the ridges. I waited until the last light of dusk to make this image. No filters, single exposure of 45 seconds @ ISO 100 at f16.
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