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Lifted up a log and found 4 or 5 adult beetles and this single larva. The adults ran off and left the larva to fend for itself. This is one beetle that will have confidence issues when it grows up.
The larva was quite large about 30mm in length. It only has 4 legs at the front of its body and moves itself along by dragging and wriggling the rest of its body. What you see in the photo above is about 40% of the total length.
Les Perséides ou « Larmes de saint Laurent » sont une pluie d'étoiles filantes visible dans l'atmosphère terrestre, issue de débris aussi gros qu'un grain de sable de la comète Swift-Tuttle. Bien que les premières traces d'observation datent de l'an 36, ce n'est qu'entre 1864 et 1866 qu'il est établit une relation entre les Perséides et la comète dont la pluie d'étoiles filantes est issue. Ces météores sont observables lorsque les débris de Swift-Tuttle rencontrent l'atmosphère terrestre, soit à partir du 20 juillet environ jusqu'aux alentours du 25 août, avec un maximum habituellement situé entre le 11 et 13 août. C'est l'essaim le plus spectaculaire et le plus populaire de l'année, étant donné qu'il se produit, pour l'hémisphère nord, lors de la période estivale.
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The Perseids are a prolific meteor shower associated with the comet Swift-Tuttle. The Perseids are so-called because the point from which they appear to come, called the radiant, lies in the constellation Perseus. The name derives in part from the word Perseides, a term found in Greek mythology referring to the sons of Perseus.
The stream of debris is called the Perseid cloud and stretches along the orbit of the comet Swift-Tuttle. The cloud consists of particles ejected by the comet as it travels on its 133-year orbit. Most of the particles have been part of the cloud for around a thousand years. However, there is also a relatively young filament of dust in the stream that was pulled off the comet in 1865. The rate of meteors originating from this filament is much higher than for the older part of the stream.
The Perseid meteor shower has been observed for about 2,000 years, with the earliest information on this meteor shower coming from the Far East. Some Catholics refer to the Perseids as the "tears of St. Lawrence", since 10 August is the date of that saint's martyrdom.
The shower is visible from mid-July each year, with the peak in activity being between 9 and 14 August, depending on the particular location of the stream. During the peak, the rate of meteors reaches 60 or more per hour. They can be seen all across the sky, but because of the path of Swift-Tuttle's orbit, Perseids are primarily visible in the northern hemisphere. As with all meteor showers, the rate is greatest in the pre-dawn hours, since the side of the Earth nearest to turning into the sun scoops up more meteors as the Earth moves through space. Most Perseids disappear while at heights above 80 kilometres (50 mi).
Tonight, I added seven photos from a birding walk yesteday, 16 October 2018. I wanted to get them posted before (hopefully) posting tomorrow a few photos taken today in Carburn Park.
Yesterday morning, I finally got out on a walk with birding friends. I have missed almost all the walks, so wanted to do this one. It was a longer walk than I maybe should have done, irritating the inflammation in the bursae of my shoulders and hips. Such a pain and very difficult to get rid of, I'm finding. Anti-inflammatory gel and Tylenol don't do enough, so I may end up having to get shots to help with the inflammation and pain. I've never had one of these before and feel very hesitant to do so now. From the bit I have read so far, the shots themselves sound very painful, but can also cause other problems. They don't always work, either.
Anyway, yesterday's walk started off beautifully before we even left the parking lot, with us watching a huge murmuration of Starlings - the largest murmuration (2500 birds) I have ever witnessed. A Merlin was keeping the huge flock in motion, and it did end up catching one of them.
Much further along on our walk, we noticed a White-tailed Deer across the river and on the Island at Mallard Point. Two healthy Coyotes were stalking it, but in the end, it ran off with its tail lifted, showing the white panic 'flag'.
As usual, while others were looking for birds, my camera lens turned to a few other things as well. Loved the two leaves I spotted, happily showing off their beautiful fall colours and pattern. Everyone here is so thankful that we are now having a fall season, after the nasty shock of two severe snow storms at the beginning of October. Warmth and sunshine at last!!
Another thing I photographed was a small spider on a wooden bridge railing. I was able to have my camera lens right up close to the insect and it seemed to work. With something like a butterfly, though, you most likely would not be able to get that close without causing it to fly away. I still can't see how to take telemacro shots of say, wildflowers, unless I stand half a mile away : )
Rialto Bridge View_Grand Canal_Venezia (Venice), Italia (Italy).
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I'm humbled and absolutely chuffed that another one of my images has been been published :) This time it is one from Flickr and is being featured in the current issue of online publication Camerapixo; HOTSHOT Page 18. Thank you so much Artur and Anetta Heller :-)
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Download Camerapixo issue № 22 Here
You can find the image on Flickr Here
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I am fortunate to have my photographs included in the latest issue of UNDERDOGS photography magazine. I am also fortunate to be associated with the work of eight very fine photographers.
Here is a link to the publication:
issuu.com/isagelb/docs/underdogs-issue2
And here is another link to purchase a very reasonably priced hard copy:
FOY American Woodcock "timberdoodle" trapped this morning and being banded by Steve Torre at Sand Bluff Bird Observatory.
SY female American Woodcock trapped, banded, photographed, and released at Sand Bluff Bird Observatory near Shirland, IL.
All banding, marking, and sampling is being conducted under a federally authorized Bird Banding Permit issued by the U.S. Geological Survey’s BBL.
Here it is! Underdogs Issue 16 is out. Enjoy!
A print version is available Here.
A big thanks to John Koch for the editorial and to all photographers:
Élise Boularan and here
Mariano Brizzola and here
Cyrille derouineau
Jamie Hladky and hereherehere
Rammy Narula and here and here
Jenny Olsen and here
Éva Ostrowska and here
Max Slobodda and here and here
Volume 1 - Origin of Powerhouse: Issue #1
Flicker Fighters
It had been six months since Ben and his Mum had moved to Advent City. It was a big transition in both their lives moving from the Scottish countryside and into the big city. However, with his Mum being CEO of ‘Imagine’ he wasn’t surprised to hear she wanted to manage the company in person. Six months later, and Ben had only made one friend who he really liked, Connie. She was in the same college class as him studying Biomedical Sciences and she was also new to the city. They didn’t really have much in common other than that but, they both had the same personality and enjoyed one another’s company. They could talk about anything and always had a good laugh. Ben contemplated asking her out but he didn’t want to ruin such a good friendship and break the bond that they had, should anything happen. She was a total nerd for mech suits and it just so happened that the new branch opening in ‘Imagine’ was developing some. It was supposed to be kept a secret until their grand unveiling later in the year, but Ben knew Connie wasn’t exactly going to go around telling everyone. Therefore, he arranged to surprise her and set her up for a tour of his Mum’s company. She was more than excited for the day, and Ben struggled not to reveal the surprise. He planned to keep it for the end of the tour and then lead her through the storage facility, where the armoured suits are kept. Ben saw the suits and their designs, half of them were all ready to be showcased. However, his Mum planned to reveal them as a complete set on display once the others had been built. Ben was far too excited to show her the suits, so much so he was going to make her suspect something if he kept smiling like a lunatic.
Ben makes his way through the bustling crowd and is about to check his phone and ask where she is. She was supposed to be outside the main entrance. Although with the way he’s getting bumped about by the city crowd, he figures she got overwhelmed and went inside. She was probably chilling on her phone in a corner, the same thing he’d be doing to avoid the large crowds. He enters the building and there she is, exactly where he thought she’d be. As if she knows he’s watching, she looks up from her phone and smiles waving. They walk towards one another as she slips her phone back into her pocket.
Ben: “You ready for the best tour of your life?”
Connie: “Yeah, I got my camera ready like Peter Parker.”
Ben: “Well I can assure you there’s no radioactive spiders here. I asked my Mum to get some, but apparently it’s a ‘safety hazard’.”
The two shares a laugh and Ben begins to lead her through the tourist exhibits based on all of the new technology. Ben had heard about most of it when talking business with his Mum. Some of the projects were just frivolous crazy things for rich people with far too much money to purchase. Such as nanotechnology paint that allows you to decorate your room with micro robots. They can be remotely controlled to change colour, pattern, and even display images from the internet. Which meant you could paint a wall with these devices and have something different everyday. Then there were more useful pieces of technology for medicinal purposes. The kind of technology which would allow the replication of synthetic tissue and allow it to be ‘filled’ with a false but functional nervous system. It sounded like something from a Sci-Fi show. But that’s why the company was called, Imagine, they create technology that could only have been plucked from wildest of imaginations. Connie was overjoyed as Ben showed her some of the exhibits and the more excited she got the more he felt himself hurrying to show her the grand finale - the mech suits in storage.
Ben: “Come on, I got something cool to show you in the back. My Mum said as long as you keep it a secret and don’t take any pictures it’s okay.”
Connie: “Ooh, something top secret?”
Ben: “For the next year or so, yeah. Now come on, you’re going to love it.”
Ben leads her away from a bustling exhibit, he had to stop himself from pulling her to hurry. He knew she was going to love seeing these suits, she loved that sort of thing. She was a nerd just like him when it came to this stuff. As they are making their way through the crowd Ben turns, beaming a smile. However, someone in the building screams from just down the corridor. The overlapping conversation of the crowds around them fall silent. The scream echoes up the corridor, soon followed by other terrified shrieks. A large crashing sound causes a tremor to quake throughout the exhibit. People begin to murmur amongst themselves and others start to make their way to the exits.
Connie: “What the hell was that?”
Ben: “Um, I’m not sure. We should probably-“
An automated female voice blares from the speakers in the roof, “Emergency! Emergency! Everyone please evacuate the building in a calm and orderly fashion.”
Everyone begins pushing and shoving as they stampede towards the exits. Connie gets shoved to the ground by a larger man who doesn’t bother to look her way as she cries out. Ben yells in protest and struggles to make his way through the sea of panicked people to get to her. He loses sight of her as she’s engulfed by the mob. He knew she was on the floor, probably getting trampled on by all these people. They were scared but so was she, she was probably hurt as well. It was like the videos he had witnessed on Youtube of people going nuts over deals on Black Friday. Doing anything they can to be the first ones in the door - or in this case, out of the door. Eventually, the numbers of the crowd thin out and he sees Connie curled up in a ball on the floor, in a foetal position. Ben rushes towards her as the automated voice continues to repeat the order to evacuate. He kneels beside her and places his hand on her shoulder, she is trembling.
Ben: “Connie, we gotta get out of here.”
She doesn’t say anything and uncurls herself hesitantly. Ben’s heart sinks as he sees boot imprints on her hands and broken finger nails from being trampled on. Her cheek is red and swollen and her lip is busted in the centre. He forces a reassuring smile and lifts her to her feet pulling her towards the exit. Only to feel the building shudder with another tremor. Debris leaks from the ceiling and Ben looks up seeing a crack tear it’s way through the ceiling. His eyes widen and he continues to haul Connie to the exit. The building shakes one last time and the fracture in the ceiling pries apart. Chunks of rubble and debris rain down in front of him crashing against the ground, just inches away from them and blocking the exit. Ben begins to panic but remembers the emergency exit down the corridor. He turns and holds up Connie as she stumbles alongside him. As they make their way down to the corridor he hears something. At first he thinks it’s another tremor but no, it’s more structured with its sound - coordinated. They were footsteps. Loud, thundering footsteps from just one set of feet. Whoever it was, they were big or wearing steel boots and they were heading right for them.
Ben: “Something tells me that isn’t someone coming to help.”
Hey. This took long enough, huh? Well, do you wanna' know why? Because I'm slow. Because I was making this video to go along with the part!
drive.google.com/file/d/1_V925ZLO9rjQev20ggSVH526A_H6Zt0W...
It probably would be best to watch it after reading the issue.
It took a lot of time and a moderate amount of effort, so I'd appreciate you watching it.
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[Time: 3:45 P.M.]
[Location: Outside FF HQ]
Fant and Scott had more things they wanted to do together and I was starting to feel like a third wheel. So I told them to go ahead without me and that I'd just hang out in the FF HQ.
-Philip floats into the lobby only to find it completely deserted.-
That's weird, this place was bustling earlier. Oh well.
-He looks around as he floats over to sit on the couch. He flops down on it and immediately regrets it as he feels the pain from the bruises Stan gave him earlier.-
Oof, that's some pain. What was up with Stan, even? Why would he come all the way to Advent City just to deliver me a beating? Come to think of it, how'd he even know I was here…
-Philip rubs his chin as his mind starts to wander deep into thought...-
*FLASH*
-Something flashes beside Philip making him jump back, suspending himself in the air-
What the--Oh, it's just Recur. (You remember him. Teleporter, on the younger side, likes cookies. I mentioned him in the second issue.)
Fluxx: "Dude, you almost gave me a heart attack."
Recur: "Oops. Sorry."
-Recur tries not to laugh and Philip ends up smirking himself.-
Fluxx: "Heh, it's fine. I guess I was just deep in thought."
-Philip drops back down to the couch, next to Recur.-
Recur: "What were you thinking about?"
Fluxx: "Well, one of my nemeses attacked me earlier and I have no idea why. It was kinda' out of the blue, you know?"
Recur: "Hm… Maybe another bad guy hired him to?"
Fluxx: "Another bad guy...?"
But who would…? Nancy. She's always finding new ways to make my life just a little bit more painful.
Fluxx: "Recur, you're a genius!"
Recur: "You mind telling that to Mr. Sharp?"
Fluxx: "Uh, maybe later. Right now, I gotta go grill Dr. Nimble."
Recur: "Ooh, ooh! Are you gonna storm her evil lair? Can I come?"
Fluxx: "Sorry, not this time."
Recur: "C'mon, it'll be dangerous to go alone, take me!"
Fluxx: "It being dangerous is all the more reason you shouldn't come. I can't have you getting hurt, remember what happened to Matchstick when he fought that Forge chick? If something like that happens to you… Let's just say we'd both be in trouble."
Recur: "I guess you're right..."
Fluxx: "Don't get me wrong, you have amazing potential! Maybe another time. Ya' know, a time with less risk of dismemberment."
Recur: "Fine."
-Turns to leave before smacking his forehead-
Fluxx: "Shoot. I guess it doesn't really matter anyway, I forgot her base is all the way back in New England."
Recur: "Why don't you just take one of the jets?"
Fluxx: "What? Okay, first: How come no one told me we have jets!?"
Recur: "I just did"
Fluxx: "Second, I haven't even gotten my license yet. What makes you think I can fly a jet?"
Recur: "You don't have too, they have autopilot."
Fluxx: "Oh."
-There's a couple seconds of awkward silence.-
Fluxx: "I guess I'll do that then."
[Time: 4:30 P.M.]
[Location: A FF jet somewhere in the skies above New England]
Autopilot: "We will be above the drop point shortly, Mr. Delacroix."
Fluxx: "Thank you, computer. And you can call me--Actually, I kind of like the sound of that."
Okay, I better suit up.
-Philip stands up and walks to the door. With unsteady hands he zips his mission suit.-
Autopilot: "Approaching the drop point in five..."
-He adjust his gloves, more out of anxiousness than preparation.-
Autopilot: "...Four..."
-He readies himself and floats slightly as he begins to light up.-
Autopilot: "...Three..."
-The door slides open and wind begins whipping through the cabin.-
One last thing...
-He reaches into his jacket pocket and removes an MP3 player and a pair of earbuds.-
Autopilot: "...Two..."
-He puts on the earbuds and selects a playlist titled "Fight Songs" before shoving the MP3 player back in his jacket.-
Autopilot: "...One. Happy landings."
It's now or never.
-After a brief moment of psyching himself up, Philip shuts his eyes and leaps out the window.-
Fluxx: "Aaaaaah!"
What was I thinking!?
-At first he panics and starts spinning around wildly. But after a few terror-stricken seconds, a song comes on in his ears.-
"Good morning. Today's forecast calls for Blue Skies."
-Hearing the music Philip starts to relax and does his best to take a deep breath.-
Alright, you got this.
-As the music picks up speed, Philip does the same as he straightens out. He shoots down like a falcon as the drums kick in and spots his target quickly approaching. He glows with more intensity as he works to slow his descent.-
Here goes nothing.
-The music drops, perfectly timing with Fluxx's humanly impossible three-point landing. The massive cloud of dust he created dissipates revealing an army of robots with laser cannons all aimed at his face. He smirks before jumping up, riding the explosion of dozens of lasers hitting the very spot he was just in.-
“Sun is shinin' in the sky…”
-He soars up and hangs a bit before gravity kicks in again and he starts falling back down into the fray.-
“There ain't a cloud in sight”
While it's tempting to just go all jedi on these clankers, I've got to focus on getting to Nancy.
-Wasting no time, Phil does his gravity boost trick and blasts forward, crashing through any robots unfortunate enough to be in his way.-
“It's stopped rainin' everybody's in the play”
-Phil rockets into the compound only to skid to a stop at a split in the corridors.-
“And don't you know”
Left, right or forwards... Which way? Ugh, I hate these kinds of decisions...
“It's a beautiful new day, hey hey”
-Before Phil can decide anything the corridors abruptly slam shut around him one by one. Before he can even react, he's trapped. And to make matters worse, two remote lasers retract from the ceiling, both aiming at Phil's frightened face.-
Not good.
“Runnin' down the avenue”
-With no other choice Phil leaps here and there dodging the more-or-less lethal bolts of energy.-
I need to get outta' here, fast!
-Phil charges at one of the blast doors, using a force field as a battering ram, only to ricochet off like a glow-in-the-dark bouncy ball.-
“See how the sun shines brightly in the city”
-He's barely able to recover before he has to keep dodging to unrelenting lasers.-
Okay, one problem at a time here. First problem, these stupid lasers.
“On the streets where once was pity”
-Trying a move he'd only done in practice before, Phil leaps up and delivers a shielded kick to the nearest blaster that puts it out of commission. Before he celebrates he pushes off the wall and crashes into the other blaster, tearing it out of it socket and knocking it on the floor-
-Phil lands back on the ground and wipes his forehead.-
Phew, that takes care of that. Now I just need to do something about these doors.
“Mr. Blue Sky is living here today, hey hey”
-After taking a moment to muster some power Phil grunts as he forces all the doors back up.-
Phil: Gyagh!
-With his path unblocked, he zooms out of the room. He finds some more robots waiting for him, these ones look like they're designed for combat-
You know what I like about robots...
-Phil attacks the bots head-on. Without over-thinking it he rams, punches and kicks them, all to the beat of the song-
“Mr. Blue Sky please tell us why”
-A punch to the face here, a kick in the back there-
“You had to hide away for so long (so long)”
-Another punch, a shoulder ram-
…I don't have to worry about hurting them!
-He kicks the head off the last bot and watches it fall, headless to the ground.-
This sure would be graphic if they weren't robots...
“Where did we go wrong?”
-With the battle over, his goal just around the corner and the music kicking in, Philip takes some time to let the music move him and starts dancing around like a weirdo. (Likely looking ridiculous.)-
-Philip slides across the floor in time the guitar. He turns around to see Dr. Nancy Nimble standing uncomfortably close and staring at him through her round goggles.-
“Hey you with the pretty fa-”
-Suddenly, the music cuts and Philip realizes he can't move, stuck in place by one of Nancy's inventions.-
Dr. Nimble: "Hello, pumpkin."
To Be Continued...
Two of 'em, some rather tardy timekeeping from Janice and Alison, and pinging signal wire from Great Rocks Junction 'box.
The Shed, 66099, was runing light to Hindlow when progress was halted. The Bobby in Great Rocks has set the route and pulled off for the 66 to continue, but the disc hasn't gone off as the wire has broken.
The Bobby is walking towards the driver to give him proceed instructions, behind almost silently and likely unnoticed, 73963 and 73961 despite being over 90 down are going to have to wait for the Shed to clear through Topley Pike and on to Buxton before being allowed through with their test train.
Bearing in mind how late this became before it ever got onto the quarry lines from Chinley East, I was a bit more than surprised that this section wasn't skipped from the itinerary. As events conspired, it would later on miss out a much larger chunk of it's nights work.
4 July 2016
Having an issue with what looks like a light leak in my Rolleiflex. This has been plaguing me for a while and now I'm sending it in for a CLA to see if its the camera.
So I just got this little guy home and he doesn't have his headplate. Everything else is there in the box, including papers, just no headplate. I've wanted 1st edition for ages and just haven't seen him for sale. This one was an ok price but I'm not sure I'd have gone for him knowing there was no headplate. I am genuinely conflicted as to whether to return him for a full refund or not.
I could go down the not as described route with Paypal I guess but am not confident I could find him again with default faceup and eyes...
Dinky Toys France 559 Ford Taunus 17M in yellow from Atlas Editions boxed set Souvenir d'Espagne (souvenir of Spain) comprising this and 534 BMW 1500 in metallic blue. Models originally produced under licence in Spain in 1966 according to the certificate.
This image shows my Hasselblad focusing issues more than on some of my other shots - Lindsay in Tenerife.
NEW BLOG: mrleica.com/2017/12/07/hasselblad-focusing-issues/
Hasselblad 500cm + Carl Zeiss Planar 100mm f3.5 CF lens + Fomapan 100@400
Developing - 1:3 Xtol, 11min at 23 degrees, Epson v800 scan
This Autorack will be the second train to clear 40.1 on a clear signal and thus the problem resolved with the CTC issue in Bahia, CA. Rounding the curve this 1x1 train is creeping at restricted speed with a loaded auto train bound for Benicia, CA.
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As my parents we're working out how to change the dictionary language on their phone, I got rather bored and did this i.picasion.com/pic56/397f4d26cd3284df0125553af6c5809a.gif
but really i just have issues.
Selon sa composition, un curry peut être très doux ou bien très épicé, et il est généralement très parfumé
Thor traverse le ciel à l'aide de son char, tiré par deux boucs nommés Tanngrisnir et Tanngnjóstr (« Dents grinçantes » et « Dents étincelantes »)..
Enfin ce palais de reine a des issues secrètes.
Après quatre années merveilleuses de recherche, ce dessin est enfin achevé.
Qu'il soit vu par beaucoup ou par quelques uns ...
Didn't quite make the sunrise but caught the lowness of early morning from high up on Issue Edge.Wonderful place to be at this time of day and year. Spent much more time just looking and soaking it all in than taking photos.
The colourful front cover of the monthly issue of the popular Meccano Magazine, issued by the famous toy manufacturers who owned this product and the associated Hornby Trains and Dinky Toys - the Liverpool based Meccano Ltd. It shows a scene from their home city that even the article admits "soon the line may cease to run, and may even be demolished, for their is a crisis in its affairs".
There was indeed a crisis in that years of under-investment in repairs had led to the structural steelwork in this very American style "elevated" railway being in very poor condition and sadly closure came a month after this article and demolition of the line did occur the following year, the same year that the city's famous tram system also finally closed. It is often considered that the closure was a great loss to what is now a major tourist destination although the docks and harbour it ran alongside and served have to all intents and purpose also gone - although regeneration of much of banks of the River Mersey has and is, in places contentiously, occurring. As the article concludes "it will be a sorry day if the thrilling run along the Overhead with its unique views of shipping in the Docks or out on the Mersey, can no longer be enjoyed".
The cover, based on a photo by W S Garth of Tyldesley, Lancashire, depicts a train along with a signal head seen against the backdrop of three of the great buildings adjacent to Pier Head, the Mersey Tunnel ventilation shaft, part of the Cunard Building and the Liver Building.