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WELL MARKED and distinctive warbler, the Sedge Warbler has a lively and beautiful song that is a useful aid to identification. This one was deep into the reeds but found a small gap to focus through, love seeing them.
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FORAGING in low scrub, rather warbler like, picking and hovering from the underside of leaves, Was told of this uncommon bird to the Kotu area, and have to admit to spending more time looking or waiting for an appearance, than any other bird on the trip, but it did put an appearance just for a few seconds, would have loved to have got a side image, to show its full beauty.
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Switzerland, May 2021
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My latest ANIMAL VIDEO (warning, it's a bit shocking): www.youtube.com/watch?v=4T2-Xszz7FI
You find a selection of my 80 BEST PHOTOS (mostly not yet on Flickr) here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/western-green-lizard-lacerta-bi... (the website exists in ESPAÑOL, FRANÇAIS, ITALIANO, ENGLISH, DEUTSCH)
ABOUT THE PHOTO:
So this photo is a bit of a novelty for me - at least here on Flickr, but it's also a journey back in time in a sense. I've always loved b/w and sepia photography; already as a very young teenager I would go out into the woods with an old Pentax Spotmatic (which I had nicked from my father) whenever it was a foggy day to shoot b/w compositions of sunbeams cutting through the ghostlike trees.
I used films with a sensitivity of at least 1600 (for those of you who remember what that means 😉 ), and the resulting photos had an incredibly fine grain which I loved; I blew them up to the size of posters and hung them on the walls of my teenage man-cave next to Hendrix, Jim Morrison and Slash.
But then I abandoned photography altogether for 20 years, and when I finally picked up a camera again, it was one of the digital kind. Now neither film nor grain played any role in my photographic endeavours - let alone b/w compositions: because the reason I fell in love with shooting pictures once more was the rare and incredibly colorful lizard species that had chosen my garden as its habitat.
It's this species - the Lacerta bilineata aka the western green lizard - that my photo website www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ and also my Flickr gallery are dedicated to, but I've since expanded that theme a bit so that it now comprises the whole Lacerta bilineata habitat, which is to say my garden and its immediate surroundings and all the flora and fauna I find in it.
I like that my gallery and the website have this clear theme, because in order to rise to the challenge of portraying all aspects of a very specific little eco system (which also happens to be my home of sorts), it forces me to constantly explore it from fresh angles, and I keep discovering fascinating new motives as my photographic journey continues.
Which brings me to the horse pasture you see in this photo. This playground for happy horsies lies just outside my garden, and it normally only interests me insofar as my green reptile friends claim parts of it as their territory, and I very much prefer it to be horseless (which it thankfully often is).
Not that the horses bother the reptiles - the lizards don't mind them one bit, and I've even seen them jump from the safety of the fly honeysuckle shrub which the pasture borders on right between the deadly looking hooves of the horses to forage for snails, without any sign of fear or even respect.
No, the reason I have a very conflicted relationship with those horses is that they are mighty cute and that there's usually also foals. The sight of those beautiful, happy animals jumping around and frolicking (it's a huge pasture and you can tell the horses really love it) is irresistible: and that inevitably attracts what in the entire universe is known as the most destructive anti-matter and ultimate undoing of any nature photographer: other humans.
Unlike with the horses, the lizards ARE indeed very much bothered by specimens of loud, unpredictable Homo sapiens sapiens - which makes those (and by extension also the horses) the cryptonite of this here reptile photographer. It's not the horses' fault, I know that, but that doesn't change a thing. I'm just telling you how it is (and some of you might have read about the traumatic events I had to endure to get a particular photo - if not, read at your own risk here: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/51405389883/in/datepo... - which clearly demonstrated that even when it's entirely horseless, that pasture is still a threat for artistic endeavours).
But back to the photo. So one morning during my vacation back in May I got up quite early. It had rained all night, and now the fog was creeping up from the valley below to our village just as the sky cleared up and the morning sun started to shine through the trees.
And just as I did when I was a teenager I grabbed my camera and ran out to photograph this beautiful mood of ghostlike trees and sunbeams cutting through the mist. There had already been such a day a week earlier (which is when I took this photo: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/51543603732/in/datepo... ), but this time, the horses were also there.
Because of our slightly strained relationship I only took this one photo of them (I now wish I had taken more: talk about missed opportunities), and otherwise concentrated on the landscape. It was only later when I went through all the photos on my computer that I realized that I actually really liked those horses, even despite the whole composition being such a cliché. And I realized another thing: when I drained the photo of all the color, I liked it even better - because there was almost a bit of grain in it, like in the photos from my youth.
Since then I have experimented quite a bit with b/w and sepia compositions (some of which I will upload here eventually I guess), but this photo here is the first one that helped me rediscover my old passion. I hope you like it even though it builds quite a stark contrast with the rest of my tiny - and very colorful - gallery. But in the spirit of showing you the whole Lacerta bilineata habitat (and also in the spirit of expanding my gallery a bit beyond lizards and insects), I think it's not such a bad fit.
As always, many greetings to all of you, have a wonderful day and don't hesitate to let me know what you think 😊
The spiral staircase is located within UTS Building 2 (UTS Central) and is located along Broadway in Ultimo. The spiral is inspired by the double helix structure of DNA molecules. It was designed by the Australian firm FJMT.
Broadway, Ultimo
December, 2022
I don't have a name for it. It's been a while in the making. I was trying to make it look like vines climbing up the tree in the foreground but I don't think I did very well at that. Anyway . . . it is what it is
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Latest "Rogue One" master piece which is situated in the beer garden of the Viceroy Bar at Paisley Road West Glasgow. Can't help but love his work. Was unable to get into the beer garden due to the current restrictions which are still in place for all public houses in Scotland.
A beautiful beach on Lewis which is very beautiful if you don't mind footprints...My theme for my latest uploads is 'blue'... deliberately blurred in post because I simply forgot to have a go at ICM which I had in mind to do on arrival here but forgot....Sue :)
Latest snowfall forced me to seek warmth in my photos from my India trip towards end of 2017. Though trip like this is always more a social visit, in the last two trips I made sure that I left some time to look for old world birds. This photo was taken while riding a dinghy around an Oxbow lake formed by river Ganges. Winter is definitely the best time to see many variety of migratory bird around the lake. Purbasthali, West Bengal, India
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NATURE... amongst ALL the bad news, I WILL CONTINUE with BEAUTY.
Today it it FLANDERS’ National Day, remembering the Gold Spurs Battle, 11-07-1302, an important date in Flemish history!
"The bells have rung, the echoes sound
The day is gone
Ay, Marieke, Marieke
In Flanders field the echoes sound
The day is gone..."
(excerpt from 'Ay Marieke' by Jacques Brel)
This flat, windswept land, so fertile, so mutilated in the past.The stretch behind the dunes is still, like in the Middle Ages dotted with those 'round' villages. Church and graveyard in the center, houses around in a circle, the road, often still cobblestones, meandering through it. Flanders... where I was born... It was a soft windstill evening, a beautiful silence caressed my ears, the layered fog effacing whole sections of the land from my eyes, trailing capriciously in the sigh of the sunset, becoming denser in darkness... I left the bottom in because that's how it was, grey and darker and lighter again.
Thank you for your visit, Magda, (*_*)
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this cute guy will hang out on the screened in porch for the season - looks nice from the front yard
My latest glass fusion project, and the one I'm most happy with. It's 19.5 x 12 inches (Golden Ratio!)This is mostly all back light
Don't hesitate to take a close look
#6, the eastbound California Zephyr, splits a pair of DRGW-era intermediates near Cisco, Utah behind a P42DC in Phase 7 livery leading.
Latest release from Ahlure currently @ Designer Showcase
Info & links on my Blog ~ aznanasfandangles.blogspot.com/2025/01/010525ds02.html
SCT intermodal 3MB9 works around Goondah curve with CSR016 and CF4430 hauling dead attached C’s 502/503/508.
SCT transferred the C class from Western Australia after a period on hire with Watco, they would be detached at Goulburn before being forward to SSR’s Cootamundra depot.
Southern Shorthaul Railroad has added the former Railfirst C’s to their ever growing locomotive fleet.
Is the name of the latest event happening at Maya's wonderful Sanctum. Time - tomorrow (Sat 11th) Noon, SLT.
Sanctum is semi-private, so join the group for more info.
When on a workshop, each night I review the next day's proposed photography location and consider all the details and the latest weather forecast. On this particular evening we were in Te Anau and the forecast for Fiordland was for strong North West winds and heavy rain. Our objective for sunrise was Key Summit, which from Te Anau meant a 3am departure. With a forecast like that you would be forgiven for choosing not to go. I reviewed the forecast closely and especially the speed of the incoming weather and the weather maps. Having many years experience in New Zealand's mountains meant I had some idea of how the weather developed, but of course no one has a crystal ball. I said to the group that rather than stay in bed we should roll the dice and try our luck. We awoke to calm conditions, as we approached the start of the Routeburn track it was still dark but I could see we were in cloud. As we walk along the track our head lamps picked up the tiny droplets of water in the air, it was strangely calm. Shortly before we reached the turnoff to Key Summit the air cleared and we could see stars above. I knew we had climbed above the low cloud and I had a sense this was going to be one of those magic mornings in the mountains...
#routeburn #mountaspiringnationalpark #newzealand #darranmountains #panorama #keysummit
37605 and 37259 are seen leading 1Z38 Kyle of Lochalsh-Inverness 'Easter Highlander' away from Kyle at Badicaul - 01/04/2018
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During my latest evening of Tango dancing, I was wearing a skirt which was just a bit longer than this one. As you may have read in my profile I really enjoy the nakedness and adventure of wearing short skirts and dresses without wearing panties. One of the guys I danced with really swung me around a lot and my boyfriend told me later with a worrying voice that he spotted my vaginal lips at least 4 times. I felt embarassed and aroused at the same time, but I didn't have a lot of time to think about it, because I was asked for the next dance.
It was a guy who was at least twice my age and it surprises me sometime how great vitality and smooth dancing go together with older age. When he complimented me with my sensual lips I didn't know for sure which lips he was referring to. That cafe (The Syndicate) has quite a small dance floor and the next tango was a slow one. It was very crowded and we danced in close embrace. I let my left hand slide down in an easy manner and felt his sturdy bottom move with my body and the music. He obviously felt he could do the same, because I felt how his hand slid down casually onto the back of my skirt.
At that same time I felt his manhood grow in his trousers, while his hand slid down a little lower under the rim of my skirt. My heart started to beat a little higher, but then he slowly and casually moved his hand up under my skirt! I was doubting what to do until I looked him in the eyes. He had this warm, daring and intense look in his eyes and I felt sure that he was quite playful about what he did right then. It was that playfulness that made me relax into his arms and dance on.
He kept looking into my eyes when his hand moved up, his fingers slowly caressing my inner thigh. It was only a matter of (very long) seconds before he touched my bare vaginal lips! His eyes became even more intense, while we were still slowly moving around between the other dancers packed within the cafe. He began feeling and rubbing my lips slowly, while my heart was now bouncing in my chest. I checked if my boyfriend could see what was happening, but I spotted him at the bar, trying to get throug the cue to buy a drink.
I felt how my dancing partner now had a thick and hot rod hidden in his pants and my lower lips felt like they were dripping with wetness from the excitement. I noticed a couple sitting at the edge of the dancing space looking with a big smile and great interest at my skirt. It was only then that I realised how part of my nude butt was exposed to their eyes and so was the hand that was caressing my lips below that butt with lovely intent. Within a second I moved my hips in a sudden turn.
This made it even worse because my partner was not as quick, making my skirt slide up completely, exposing all my completely naked flesh under my skirt for everyone to see. The packed crowd saved me, because I only noticed a few people giving a possible sign that they could see my derriere! And than something strange started to happen. The look in my partner's eyes was still playful but at the same time there was an intensity to it that connected with the intimacy and vulnerability of being naked. Something that I would normally only feel while making love with my boyfriend.
I suddenly felt a total surrender to my sensuality within the dance. I felt eager to be watched by all the men and women within the cafe, while my body was being touched only by the music, my partner and the air that I was breathing. It wasn´t my heart that was pounding anymore. It was my whole body pulsating with sexual energy and it wanted to be seen, enjoyed by admiring eyes that were already undressing me now with their interested looks. It felt like being drunk and I wanted my partner to bluntly expose me as much as possible.
It was as if his eyes were saying "are you sure" and it felt like there was a slightly dangerous touch added to his gaze. It was like he looked right into my heart and I only remember my heart shouting "yes, please, expose me, show me, let me feel naked completely!" It felt like I wanted everyone to see ME. Dancing naked with all these people around me would show them all of ME. Not the cover, the package, but ME.
My body moved in a spasm, pushing my behind even more outwards, as if it was begging for his hands to keep caressing it's halves. As if he could feel my thoughts, my partner now moved his hand casually to the side of my skirt and with a swing in the dance his arm moved my skirt up completely again, now even more than before, right up to my middle, showing my completely naked butt, my naked and shaved vagina, and my naked upper part of my thighs right down to the edge of my hold-up stockings. I was bending over, leaning my breasts against his chest, pushing my butt backwards, positioning my vaginal lips outward as if my body wanted everyone to feel induced to lick me and penetrate me, and I shivered from the fear about the desire that made me dare to go beyond all fear!
It frightened me that I was thrilled! I didn't drink a drop of alcohol and I was completely drunk from the feeling this blunt exposure brought home to me. I saw quite a few gazing faces that noticed my completely bare bottom and naked genitals, and it made me drunk in the surrender that I felt during the few seconds that my partner held up my skirt. As if nothing had happened, he changed the position of his arm and my skirt fell down friveously, while we kept on dancing.
All this had happened in only a few minutes and I'm still trembling when I think of what happened. My boyfriend was one of the gazing faces at the end and that put an end to the excitement. I still have to cope with the not so nice reaction he had and somehow I understand. On the other hand I feel this experience is very important for me and I need to come to terms with it. I wrote this spontaneously, when looking at this picture, giving a comment.
Reading my comment back, it had become so lenghty, I decided to copy the picture of Arnd Butoh on my own stream (with a link back to the sourceof course), as the source of inspiration that made me share this confession and get to terms with what has taken me over recently. This picture makes feel me less alone about my personal experience, knowing other people may have similar experiences and dare to share them here. I'm learning about me and I love and dread it!
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Photography in the purest photography, black and white... to bring out what I love, the subtle and varied tones, that give the flower/petals/stems their texture, depth and form, their delectable shapes accentuated, extracted and emphasised without the colour. Don't you agree?
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With love to you and thank you for ALL your likes and comments, M, (* _ *)
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Watching girls go passing by
It ain't the latest thing
I'm just standing in a doorway
I'm just trying to make some sense
Out of these girls passing by
The tales they tell of men
I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on friend
A smile relieves a heart that grieves
Remember what I said
I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on a friend
I'm just waiting on a friend
Just waiting on a friend
I'm just waiting on a friend
I'm just waiting on a friend
Just waiting on a friend
Don't need a whore, I don't need no booze
Don't need a virgin priest
But I need someone I can cry to
I need someone to protect
Making love and breaking hearts
It is a game for youth
But I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on a friend
I'm just waiting on a friend
I'm just waiting on a friend
Waiting on a friend
I'm just waiting on a friend
Just waiting on a friend
Waiting on a friend
One of the latest members of the pctpg growing fleet is this fine 1960's mcw bodied open top atlantean 458 wjy 758 -one of a trio of open toppers that once graced the summer seafront services in plymouth now sadly no more. She is now the only one left and has spent the last 10 years at the keighley bus museum painted in this smart keighley transport livery and numbered 59. This picture taken on a beautiful september 2009 day was shortly after her return to plymouth she stands alongside fellow group mcw atlantean 201.
Hey there guys, heres my latest freebuild, the AAG headquarters. many have seen the building, its not hard to being so massive, but few have tried to find out what its for, and none have succeeded. the only people who ever enter the building are strange hooded folk or avalonian lords, not the sort of people you mess with...
Zakon: lads, you're heading west...
To be continued...
More pics up on EBs Guilds of Historica Forum!
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enjoy!
1. Untitled, 2. morning light, 3. Untitled, 4. A sudden storm, a brilliant flash / Day 344 Year 2, 5. 20:45, 6. California Girl, 7. line of light, 8. The Big Oak, 9. Rural Rails, 10. Untitled, 11. look for the signs of Love, 12. Tenderloin Cab, 13. Untitled, 14. wrong hands, 15. diptycho moon, i, 16. Untitled, 17. Super Nature, 18. Permanent etchings / Day 340 Year 2, 19. I was made with a heart of stone to be broken, 20. .., 21. blindspot reflex-2, 22. Brad #1 & #2, diptych, 23. red flags, 24. fresh, 25. horizontal, 26. We were like dots against a great grey sky, 27. Untitled, 28. Gum trees at Tidal River, 29. wall flower, diptych, 30. blue, 31. Dark Night, 32. broom, 33. functional, 34. what I see out my kitchen window ain't nobody's business but my own, 35. Untitled36. Not available
i'm in san francisco, and completely disoriented. think i got to sleep at 5:30ish this morning (east coast time)? keep getting confused about what's SF and what's pittsburgh stuff (time, people, places, etc.)
until i see what comes to be with photo'ing and uploading, i wanted to take the opportunity to post this montage. i'm greatly influenced by the work and art of others; influenced not just creatively, but intellectually and emotionally.
(and i occasionally look at what you all choose as your favorites -
also inspirational, not to mention telling :)
my deep appreciation to all of you, those i follow, and those i stumble across.
from this little fish in a great big wondrous sea,
xo