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Voluntary social isolation one day or two, to work with pictures and more goes well, but a forced one feels much worse. Maybe because we don't know how long the insulation will last.
Take care everyone
BTW Whoopers have arrived now to Sweden, coming in thousends.
Texture: Tota, Jai Johnson.
Once upon a time, somewhere in the fall en France.
"Destiny plays an important role in my life"
~ Mohanlal
Thanks Lenabem-Anna for this lovely texture!
A Common Blue butterfly lands on a solitary Ribwort Plantain flower. Please help save our British butterflies by joining and donating at butterfly-conservation.org
Pine Marten - Martes martes
Pine martens are found in the Scottish Highlands and Grampians, with isolated populations in southern Scotland. In England and North Wales pine martens seem to be on the verge of extinction. They are widespread and relatively common in Ireland. Although they occur in a wide range of habitats, pine martens prefer well-wooded areas with plenty of cover.
Diet: Pine martens are generalist predators, feeding on small rodents, birds, beetles, carrion, eggs and fungi. In autumn, berries are a staple.
General Ecology: Marten dens are commonly found in hollow trees or the fallen root masses of Scots pines, an association that probably earned pine martens their name; cairns and cliffs covered with scrub are frequently used as alternative den sites. Martens have territories that vary in size according to habitat and food availability. For males, these are about 10-25 square kilometres and for females about 5-15 square kilometres. They mark their territories with faeces (known as scats) deposited in places where they are conspicuous to other martens; they are frequently left along forestry trails.
Breeding: Young martens are born blind and hairless, in litters of 1-5, in early spring and stay with their mothers for about six weeks. Their eyes open at the end of May and by mid-June they begin to emerge from their den. Male martens play no direct part in rearing the young.
Conservation Status: Martens and their dens are fully protected by the Wildlife and Countryside Act (1981); martens must not be trapped, sold or disturbed except under licence from Scottish Natural Heritage, the Countryside Council for Wales or Natural England. Despite this legal protection, poisoned baits and traps, often set for hooded crows and foxes, still probably account for many marten deaths each year. Others are also shot at hen houses, and some are killed when mistaken for mink.
Until the 19th Century, pine martens were found throughout much of mainland Britain, the Isle of Wight and some of the Scottish islands. Habitat fragmentation, persecution by gamekeepers and martens being killed for their fur, drastically reduced this distribution. By 1926, the main pine marten population in Britain was restricted to a small area of north-west Scotland, with small numbers in N Wales and the Lake District. They have now increased their range in Scotland, and now occur throughout the Highlands, N of the Central Belt but remains one of the rarest native mammals in Great Britain, with a total population of around 3-4,000, but Ireland probably also has as many.
Snowy Egret is in a quiet place, No other birds around in his space, just him. Enjoying the Silence and Peace alone with Calmness. No Sounds, no Noise, he is so still.
A lone scrub tree clings to the rippled sand in Copper Canyon.
Tonights festivities were to begin at 11:00pm, so we set off in the dark towards a location our guide was really proud to show us. He told of hidden dunes down a long dirt road that follows a canyon. Well the road was very difficult if impossible to follow and in several places required the guide to walk in front of the jeep with a high power torchlight to lead the way. As we crossed the various types of terrain we came to a long....long section of pillow stone and bounced our way through that and finally arrived at the "dunes". We made our way onto the dunes and was surprised to find that the dunes were nearly solid, all the ripples had solidified making it much easier to move around without leaving any footprints although the top off the dunes along the ridges were still somewhat soft with a slight crust on top. The guide Quanah Parker of Majestic Monument Valley Tours was not kidding, this area was very isolated and seemed to have been unaffected by mans progress or by any beast for that matter. Nothing but the wind and isolation. Hope you like it!!!! :)
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A simple handheld image of this iconic location. My wife was with me and i'm strictly limited to 30 seconds per photo. I hope to return in the next few days at dawn to take a better image. Great to see snow still on the mountains.
The Northumberland Hills are a harsh and often wind-swept environment and any tree that makes it is a survivor and many of those that do are likely to be on their own.
Kirkjufell mountain and the coastal road near the town of Grundarfjörður, on the north coast of Snæfellsnes peninsula, Iceland.
Kirkjufell (Icelandic: Church Mountain) is a 463 m high mountain. This beautiful landmark is the most photographed mountain in Iceland. Its isolated position jutting out into the sea makes it a focal point for tourists and seamen alike. Surrounded by beaches, Kirkjufell has a lovely walking trail around it as well as a more challenging climb up to the top where bird and fish fossils can be found.
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El poblet molt fotogenic i turistic de Hauterives, a les Gorges del Tarn, potser vist des de la carretera, però no s'hi pot arrivar. Com a mÃnim de manera directa. Suposo que algun llarg camà des d'algun poble del entorn i deu menar. Però pel camà curt suposo que només es pot atravessant el riu Tarn en barca o en el teleferic monta-carregues que hi ha al costat de la carretera.
www.aubrac-gorgesdutarn.com/decouvrir/les-gorges-du-tarn/...
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The very photogenic and tourist village of Hauterives, in the Gorges del Tarn, may be seen from the road, but you can't get there. At least directly. I guess some long path from some village in the area must lead there. But by the short way I guess you can only cross the Tarn River by boat or on the cable car that is on the side of the road.
www.aubrac-gorgesdutarn.com/decouvrir/les-gorges-du-tarn/...
I am supposed to be on holiday this long weekend in Taupo, where I was hopefully going to get some more shots of the Taupo tree. However due to lockdown I'm left with photos of my last visit two years ago to process instead. Shot taken June 2018, Taupo, New Zealand
The saturated blazes of September and October give way to the dullness and bleakness of November and the city takes on a hard, less welcoming nature. It's easier to feel more isolated and alone in the dull greys and browns of the second last month of the year. The light is weak, wan even, failing to warm, and illuminating with barely half of its Summertime intensity. The Sun itself barely seems to summon the energy to climb very high in the sky, merely arcing up just enough to create a perfunctory day.
As wont as it is to sadness and to resignation, November has it's own charms. These are more inward, more reflective. And in the midst of January's brutal severity, we forget to remember that for all her drab, dull, dim sameness, November would be quite welcome instead.
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Location: The main church (katholikon) of the Skete of Saint Anna, Mount Athos (Agio Oros), Hellas.
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This tree stands alone, and yet, not alone, in the middle of the field. I can see it for miles. It can see me for miles. I cannot get near it - too many challenging circumstances.
I put my mask on and go out into the world. I am faceless. People can see me coming. I can see them coming. They walk far away, around me, or, turn the other way. We cannot get near each other - too many challenging circumstances.
I have become like this tree - isolated, standing alone, and yet, not alone, in the middle of my world.