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Skirting the mostly frozen pond discovered by following the moose tracks through the forest (moose tracks or rabbit tracks? Our party couldn't settle on a clear verdict), Canadian National's L53981 21--the local to L'Anse--nears Champion, MI, amidst a plethora of pristine winter wilderness enhanced by a light precipitation of powder. It's a long, slow journey to L'Anse, gingerly treading nearly 50 miles from the yard at Ishpeming on two roughly parallel, poorly-surfaced steel strips laid down for the DSS&A, never once exceeding an agonizing 10 mph over the 5-hour-plus trip. This is the Upper Peninsula, rugged and remote--the train will pass through almost nothing that qualifies as a population center at any point between origin and destination.
Alas, here we have another image suffering from quality and processing shortfalls due to the new camera capturing images in jpeg format instead of raw, consequences from a simple yet unfortunate oversight during the camera's initial setup. Manageable perhaps, but by no means perfect.
Manual focussing with a Pentax mount sigma 300mm 2.8 - was trying to test if I could get this to work as a silent shooting extreme telephoto (600mm equivalent). Yes it is tricky but I was really surprised by the results - key was being able to keep the iso manageable on a micro 4/3 sensor
This cute butterfly is a Great Spangled Fritillary, which I processed using a stack. The stack was around 30 separate images, which was then post-processed in Photoshop to create this image.
My first pass was actually 78 images, but the resulting file was gigantic (over 10 Gb), so I had to reduce the stack quantity to make it manageable.
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As you emerge onto the hand-levelled platform atop the ridge, the sense of exposure after the climb is suddenly liberating. The High Place of Sacrifice (al-Madhbah in Arabic) is one of the highest easily accessible points in Petra, perched on cliffs that drop an almost sheer 170m to the Wadi Musa below. It’s just one of dozens of High Places perched on ridges and mountain-tops around Petra, all of which are of similar design and function. A platform about 15m long and 6m wide served as the venue for religious ceremonies, oriented towards an altar, set up on four steps, with a basin to one side and a socket into which may have slotted a stone representation of the god. Within the courtyard is a small dais, on which probably stood a table of (bloodless) offerings.
What exactly took place up here – probably in honour of Dushara – can only be guessed at, but there were almost certainly libations, smoking of frankincense and animal sacrifice. What is less sure is whether human sacrifice took place, although boys and girls were known to have been sacrificed to al-Uzza elsewhere: the second-century philosopher Porphyrius reports that a boy’s throat was cut annually at the Nabatean town of Dunat, 300km from Petra. At Hegra, a Nabatean city in the Arabian interior, an inscription states explicitly: “Abd-Wadd, priest of Wadd, and his son Salim… have consecrated the young man Salim to be immolated to Dhu Gabat. Their double happiness!” If such sacrifices took place in Petra, the High Place would surely have seen at least some of them.
It’s also been suggested that Nabatean religion incorporated ritual exposure of the dead, as practised among the Zoroastrians of Persia; if so, the High Place would also have been an obvious choice as an exposure platform. You can survey the vastness of Petra’s mountain terrain from here, and the tomb of Aaron atop Jabal Haroun is in clear sight in the distance.
The ridge extends a short distance north of the High Place, nosing out directly above the theatre, with the tombs of the Outer Siq minuscule below. From here, it’s easy to see that the city of Petra lay in a broad valley, about a kilometre wide and hemmed in to east and west by mountain barriers. North, the valley extends to Beidha, south to Sabra. It looks tempting to scramble down the front of the ridge, but there is no easily manageable path this way; it would be dangerous to try it.
Brisk and breezy, but manageable, and not a cloud in the sky, I was out on the lake yesterday, comically trying to accomplish this photo for about 20 minutes as the wind, stronger in the middle of the lake, continually blew me out of position. So it was paddle back to try to accommodate the drift (you can see the wind direction from the waves), reach into my parka for my camera, bring it up to shoot...only to find myself well to the left of the shot. I performed this sequence numerous times, never really achieving the desired "directly into the sun" shot. This is the best I could do before getting completely disgusted...you can see it's STILL left of center...and retreated to the calmer shoreline.
Not many of these days left...every one now a treat before the canoe is brought ashore for the winter.
Often you don’t know what to do or how to survive. And you are learning to gently push yourself to do difficult things in order to help yourself cope. Thank you for working so hard just to get outside and keep looking for light even if it is mainly at home for now. You are using wisdom in finding balance between pushing yourself in a healthy way and being realistic in doing what is manageable for you right now.
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Just a little patch of golden light I found while spending some time outside in our yard a couple weeks ago. Going outside in our yard and “looking for light” is something I frequently do to help myself cope. This is often a big stretch for me and I’m thankful I have the opportunity to do this at home as leaving my home often is extremely challenging for me.
Special display in the morning over our neighborhood lake shortly before 6 a.m. July mornings in Minnesota with manageable heat, low humidity and no breeze are simply wonderful. Reflecting on the promise of a thunderstorm later in the day is simply an extra treat.
I didn't keep incredibly good notes with this roll (I hardly do with 120). But I do know that I shot HP5 at 1600. I started the roll late on a dark day and was committed to it after shooting the first shot. That's fine.
It's why ND filters exist.
This was an on/off/on sunny/cloudy/sunny day with clouds that were basically fine to boring. I was using an ND10, which knocked three stops off the speed. And with a deep yellow filter, there went another. Suddenly, the 1600 was a much more manageable 100ISO.
This allowed me to open up the aperture and get some sort of shallow depth of field.
Like I said, I didn't really take notes on individual shots, so I don't know what I finally settled up, but most of my shooting was as wide open as I could get it and still pull in the shutter speed to a 1/400sec. (the fastest the shutter would open).
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'I Am'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Lens: Mamiya-Sekor 3.8/90mm
Film: Ilford HP5 at 1600iso
Process: HC-110B; 11min
Grant County, Washington
March 2022
Well, 6 weeks was enough for me. After 6 weeks of utter hell on earth, the pain in my arm suddenly subsided over the weekend and now is almost gone...or certainly manageable.
Since I totally missed autumn this year, I'm posting some oldies.
March 2021 Hiking
On the Army Corps of Engineers land around Baldhill Dam/Lake Ashtabula in Barnes County, N.D. The North Country Trail runs nearby as well as camping areas.
The days are feeling a lot longer, warmer, and more manageable 😌🙏
Giant otters eat their prey face first. By starting at the head, otters can quickly disable their prey by crushing the fish's skull. This also ensures that the fish’s sharp fins, spines, or scales are swallowed in a more manageable way as the body follows head-first.
Captured during a photo tour with Juan Carlos Vindas of Neotropic Photo Tours. www.neotropicphototours.com.
This photo was inspired by Rick’s (a Flickr friend) comment on a recent photo of mine titled “Light” where he mentioned the idea of sharing photos of the contents of my sketch book. Honestly, I don’t consider anything in my sketch book as sketches but instead doodles. One day I just started drawing lines with my ink pen as a way to try to cope with intense anxiety. I noticed I was internally criticizing myself for not being able to draw straight lines so I decided to try to take some pressure off myself by embracing and intentionally making lines that were not perfectly straight. What I saw drawn on my paper seemed to match the feelings of anxiety within me—shaky, chaotic. And somehow I found interest in these lines and kept drawing them until I eventually had the whole page full (it took quite a while). Making this page of lines helped me to be able to cope in these very overwhelming moments. This lifelong struggle I face feels so dark, and taking the time and energy to find simple, manageable, and potentially helpful ways like this to cope helps add a little light to the darkness along this very challenging journey.
[I made this doodle sometime in 2019]
Mitakon Speedmaster manual lens at F 0.95, outdoors, on a cloudy but bright day; edited in Fujifilm's raw converter and refined in Luminar. The head is a plaster cast copy of the statue of the Olympian Hermes. I have used it before to visually express the various kinds of confrontation life is throwing at me. The image will not remove the problem, but its visual language makes it accessible and, perhaps, more manageable. And one can have a laugh as well.
Here you can see the entire typical spectrum of a Leica M. The camera is old, has a small sensor, but manages to transmit emotions. A few corrections, slightly adjusted here and there, but to a manageable extent. The lens is an old Zeiss Biogon 28mm. I find this capture very satisfying.
Lower Galatea Lake, Kannaskis, Alberta
Another solid Saturday in kannaskis! I did 17.8km in just under 5 hours with lots of stops for pictures. Well maintained trail with challenging elevation in areas but very manageable especially to Lillian Lake. Along the way, you get some pretty river views, however most of this first section is through the forest. Heading past Lillian Lake to Galatea Lakes becomes a little rocky and poles were used. The lakes are spectacular and tranquil. The views are quite jaw dropping.
IMG_9730 - This medieval bridge across the River Kennet lies on the ancient route from Bury St Edmunds to Cambridge and spans a distance of over 20 metres. It is perhaps not strictly a packhorse bridge since it was wide enough to take carts: it is now used only by pedestrians. The river has shrunk in size since the bridge was built in the 15th century. While a single arch would have been suitable to span a narrow stream, if used over a wider stretch this design would have created an inconveniently steep slope at both sides. At Moulton a series of smaller arches was therefore used to carry the road on a more manageable slope. The bridge is built of flint and stone rubble, with plain parapets, and the edges of the arches are made of brick. Pointed arch shapes like these were constructed using wooden formers to support and shape them, and were not used after the 15th century.
A concrete platform has been laid down alongside the bridge over the stream, at the level of the base of the piers, to allow cars to cross. The concrete extends under the arches, giving an unusual opportunity to look at the underside of the bridge.
Decided to take the FD 300mm f/4 L for a walk this evening to familiarise myself a little more with the lens after owning it for some time and barely using it; it's too large and conspicuous for my liking... but the more I use it the more I like it. The bulk and weight are just about manageable and the IQ seems adequate compensation for the downsides. It seems really easy to focus handheld using focus peaking, which is nice!
I was taking some shots of the barley field in the rapidly setting sun when these wild plants at the edges of the crops caught my attention. To me, the sunlit barley in the background has taken on the appearance of an inferno. Thankfully, it wasn't as hot as it looks.
I am more and more convinced that if you are in dryness and such, these books only increase the problem (if it is a problem). At the same time I think we make problems for ourselves where there really are none. There is too much conscious “spiritual life” floating around us, and we are too aware that we are supposed to get somewhere. Well, where? If you reflect, the answer turns out to be a word that is never very close to any kind of manageable reality. If that is the case, perhaps we are already in that where. In which case why do we torment ourselves looking around to verify a fact which we cannot see in any case? We should let go our hold upon our self and our will, and be in the Will in which we are. Contentment is very important, of course I mean what seems to be contentment with despair. And the worst thing of all is false optimism. (10.29.62 HGL 355)
-The Hidden Ground of Love: The Letters of Thomas Merton on Religious Experience and Social Concerns
The quality control line....after 5 hours on the spit its time for us to cut the Lamb to pieces, from left to right, my brother in law John sorts the pieces in Manageable size for the table,
in the center our cousin Achilles cuts the Lamb in a professional way, he is a professional chef at the Marriott, and last its me pretending to know what I am doing:-)))
We had great Easter!
Back from a weekend in London with buddies Dan Borg and Tim Green for Open House London 2015.
One of the pre-book locations that we were lucky enough to get was the Baitul Futuh Mosque in Morden, South London. The mosque is relatively new, having been built in 2003 at a cost of around £5.5 million. The money came entirely from donations received by the Ahmadiyya Muslim Community. It's a massive site covering an area of 5.2 acres and at capacity can accomodate some 10,000 worshippers.
Straight from camera, the over tone of the photo is due to the white walls, many windows and colourful carpet.
I have to say Open House was popular this year, and when I say popular, I mean MENTAL!! Every location we visited seemed excessively busy due to the what appears to an excessive amount of tourists attending. It's great for Open City as a charity but as an individual trying to take photos it becomes much more difficult. Fortunately, this mosque was a little out of the way so whilst busy was more manageable.
Credit goes to the guys at the mosque, they were very welcoming with a very informative (albeit a little long) tour. The free snacks/cakes/drinks was a really nice touch (free curry would have been even better ;-).
My thanks as always for taking the time to view/comment on my photos. Whilst I may not always have time to reciprocate I am always very grateful. :-)
- another part of the §“Gardens of the Wird“ in Berlin-Marzehn, opened end of May 2008, size: 3000 m².
The Renaissance garden bears the name “Giardino della Bobolina” and refers to a 1.30 meter high marble figure in the Boboli Gardens in Florence, one of the Italian gardens of the 16th century. Characteristic are the limitation of the stylistic devices, its manageable size and clear forms. It is intended to give the impression of the villa gardens of Tuscany with stone fountains, terracottas and ancient sculptures. Boxwood hedges form the parterres, flower and ornamental plantings complement the garden with orange trees, rose trunks in tubs, topiary trees made of boxwood and herbaceous and lawn plantings. In the "Giardino segreto" gravel paths convey the "private" ambience with slabs, pavement and steps made of light gray sandstone, a wall fountain in an alcove with tufa and recessed water jets is reminiscent of a grotto.
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Black crowned night heron chicks in a lively conversation. "I swear, my mom brought me a fish this big!"
Seen at the Ocean City Rookery in New Jersey
Explored 8/16/2024 at #137. That's a position I like, it seems manageable.
- another part of the §“Gardens of the Wird“ in Berlin-Marzehn, opened end of May 2008, size: 3000 m².
The Renaissance garden bears the name “Giardino della Bobolina” and refers to a 1.30 meter high marble figure in the Boboli Gardens in Florence, one of the Italian gardens of the 16th century. Characteristic are the limitation of the stylistic devices, its manageable size and clear forms. It is intended to give the impression of the villa gardens of Tuscany with stone fountains, terracottas and ancient sculptures. Boxwood hedges form the parterres, flower and ornamental plantings complement the garden with orange trees, rose trunks in tubs, topiary trees made of boxwood and herbaceous and lawn plantings. In the "Giardino segreto" gravel paths convey the "private" ambience with slabs, pavement and steps made of light gray sandstone, a wall fountain in an alcove with tufa and recessed water jets is reminiscent of a grotto.
© This photo is the property of Helga Bruchmann. Please do not use my photos for sharing, printing or for any other purpose without my written permission. Thank you!
The jewel orchid, as Ludisia discolor is commonly known, is a sight to behold. Its velvety, striped leaves in shades of green, burgundy, and even silver shimmer with an almost iridescent quality, especially under soft light. This unusual texture and color combination elicits a sense of wonder and delight in many viewers.
The jewel orchid's unique appearance often piques people's curiosity. Its terrestrial nature sets it apart from most other orchids, which are typically epiphytes. The delicate, spiky flowers that emerge from the leaf axils add to its intriguing charm.
Ludisia discolor, whether called Orquídea-Pipoca (Popcorn Orchid) or Pipoquinha (Little Popcorn), brings a touch of joy and whimsy to Brazilian homes and gardens. Its delicate beauty and manageable care requirements make it a treasured member of the orchid family in the country.
Just one part of four really impressive waterfalls on the Four Falls Trail of Waterfall Country, Brecon Beacons ( I'm not Welsh so will not even begin to try and spell it's newly adopted Welsh moniker. Sgwd Y Pannwr is utterly beautiful, as are the other falls within walking distance of this beauty. Hiking boots recommended but not manageable without, I would say flip flops will get you in trouble.
One cooperative behaviour you may see honey bees do is clump together at the entrance to a hive in an attempt to regulate the temperature or humidity within the hive. That is typically done on hot and/or humid days. The clumping is called bearding in the bee-keeping parlance.
This image was taken on a very cool morning, so heat wasn't an issue. There was lots of dew, so maybe humidity was a problem.
In trying to figure out what I was seeing, I checked out a few websites. The Honey Bee Suite site seemed to offer the best explanation: "Once the bees begin to finish their work in late summer, you are more apt to see bearding, especially in large colonies. This occurs because the cells are already full of nectar, but summer dearth means flowers are scarce, so no new cells are needed. Simply put, the bees are left with nothing to do.
Too many bees in the hive block air flow, which slows down the drying of nectar, so the bees hang around outside. New beekeepers often misread this behavior as preparation for swarming, but it has nothing to do with swarming. In fact, many of these bees will die at the ends of their natural adult lives of four-to-six weeks, and most will not be replaced in order to bring the colony down to a manageable winter population.
Then too, bearding often increases after the beekeeper removes honey supers, thus forcing the bees into a smaller space. Since there isn’t enough room indoors, the bees stay outside, just doing their thing."
In this case, two hives were exhibiting the behaviour, and both looked to have been downsized recently, meaning the extra summer storage areas for honey and pollen (supers) have been removed by the bee keeper. So, perhaps I happened to show up when there was simply no room in the hive and all these bees were just hanging out at the entrance.
If anyone knows of other explanations for this behaviour, please share your knowledge.
Giant Birch by The Little Branch is our new release for Uber.
You'll commonly see birch trees being used in the landscape, as they are a landscaper's dream. They have numerous benefits such as the ornate bark, whimsical branches, manageable height and gorgeous fall foliage. Birch trees are prized for their delicate-looking foliage and distinctive bark. Birch trees move swiftly in the wind and grow roughly 40 feet. Woodpeckers and other hole-nesting birds often nest in the trunk, while the seeds are eaten by siskins, greenfinches and redpolls.
These 100% original mesh creations are highly detailed with realistic textures and animated foliage resulting in a true, life-like appearance. A choice of four seasons are readily available via an easy to use pop-up menu to keep your landscaping current. Owner permissions allow Copy & Modify to ensure that each item can be adapted to suit your unique needs. The trees have a land impact value of 7-12 Li and grow as the size increases..
Uber runs from Nov 25th to Dec 22nd
TAXI to Uber
After the event you will find the products at The Little Branch In-World Store or on MarketPlace
As sgv cats and dogs commented last week, we got to experience first real rain this week with Misty in her wagon. It's definitely tricky, but manageable with proper rain gear, some speed walk, and just lots of towel drying. 😊
Up from Paradise, headed to Panorama Point.
A very busy place at times, but we were here on a weekday so the crowd was quite manageable.
Kasha-Katuwe* Tent Rocks National Monument. The area owes its remarkable geology to layers of volcanic rock and ash deposited by pyroclastic flow from a volcanic explosion within the Jemez Volcanic Field that occurred 6 to 7 million years ago. Over time, weathering and erosion of these layers has created canyons and tent rocks.
Always a great place to hike. The hike is challenging but manageable.
*white rocks
It was whilst cycling in the higher Renfrewshire lanes (something I can do that involves a manageable amount of discomfort), wallowing in loathsome self-pity, that the sight of the distant, gleaming, snow-topped Highland Line punched through my self-imposed exile from the hills.
I resolved to doing what I had to do the following day in order to record something doing justice to this marvellous autumn spectacle.
The fine weather held the following morning as I plotted a painfully slow course up Beinn Dubh's long south-east ridge; a feature that taunts visitors by providing a series of 'false summits' along the way.
A handful of 'shooting stars' & the last roaring remnants of the stag rut were welcome distractions in the darkness. Red grouse periodically directing me to "GO-BACK!", "GO-BACK!", were nearly successful for once, as I sought out the least rough ground.
Eventually confronted by this vision, it hit home to me that many like-minded hill-lovers may never make it this far - & that I can still consider it the greatest privilege that I can.
In July 1885, three teenage Hawaiian princes took a break from their boarding school, St. Mathew's Hall in San Mateo, and came to cool off in Santa Cruz, California. There, David Kawānanakoa, Edward Keliʻiahonui and Jonah Kūhiō Kalanianaʻole surfed the mouth of the San Lorenzo River on custom-shaped redwood boards, according to surf historians Kim Stoner and Geoff Dunn. In 1890, the pioneer in agricultural education John Wrightson reputedly became the first British surfer when instructed by two Hawaiian students at his college.
George Freeth (1883–1919) is often credited as being the "Father of Modern Surfing". He is thought to have been the first modern surfer.
In 1907, the eclectic interests of the land baron Henry E. Huntington brought surfing to the California coast. While on vacation, Huntington had seen Hawaiian boys surfing the island waves. Looking for a way to entice visitors to the area of Redondo Beach, where he had heavily invested in real estate, he hired a young Hawaiian to ride surfboards. George Freeth decided to revive the art of surfing, but had little success with the huge 500 cm (16 ft) hardwood boards that were popular at that time. When he cut them in half to make them more manageable, he created the original "Long board", which made him the talk of the islands. To the delight of visitors, Freeth exhibited his surfing skills twice a day in front of the Hotel Redondo. Another native Hawaiian, Duke Kahanamoku, spread surfing to both the U.S. and Australia, riding the waves after displaying the swimming prowess that won him Olympic gold medals in 1912 and 1920.
In 1975, a professional tour started. That year Margo Oberg became the first female professional surfer.
From the balmy shores of San Diego to the chilly waters of Northern California, the Golden State’s coastline offers the allure of perfect waves for every type of surfer. In August 2018, the state assembly voted overwhelmingly to enshrine surfing as California’s official sport. A new holiday was even created to commemorate the cowabunga-inspired moment—September 20 is California Surfing Day.
Somehow here in the USA we seem to require more hours of work and give less time off than other countries. There must be a way to find solutions so that your employees do not leave due to burn out. All families deserve time together, no-one should be left out. I hope that our society starts looking into this situation and create better working conditions and relations between employers and employees.
With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day, be well, keep your eyes open, appreciate the beauty surrounding you, enjoy creating, stay safe and laugh often! ❤️❤️❤️
In July 1885, three teenage Hawaiian princes took a break from their boarding school, St. Mathew's Hall in San Mateo, and came to cool off in Santa Cruz, California. There, David Kawānanakoa, Edward Keliʻiahonui and Jonah Kūhiō Kalanianaʻole surfed the mouth of the San Lorenzo River on custom-shaped redwood boards, according to surf historians Kim Stoner and Geoff Dunn. In 1890, the pioneer in agricultural education John Wrightson reputedly became the first British surfer when instructed by two Hawaiian students at his college.
George Freeth (1883–1919) is often credited as being the "Father of Modern Surfing". He is thought to have been the first modern surfer.
In 1907, the eclectic interests of the land baron Henry E. Huntington brought surfing to the California coast. While on vacation, Huntington had seen Hawaiian boys surfing the island waves. Looking for a way to entice visitors to the area of Redondo Beach, where he had heavily invested in real estate, he hired a young Hawaiian to ride surfboards. George Freeth decided to revive the art of surfing, but had little success with the huge 500 cm (16 ft) hardwood boards that were popular at that time. When he cut them in half to make them more manageable, he created the original "Long board", which made him the talk of the islands. To the delight of visitors, Freeth exhibited his surfing skills twice a day in front of the Hotel Redondo. Another native Hawaiian, Duke Kahanamoku, spread surfing to both the U.S. and Australia, riding the waves after displaying the swimming prowess that won him Olympic gold medals in 1912 and 1920.
In 1975, a professional tour started. That year Margo Oberg became the first female professional surfer.
From the balmy shores of San Diego to the chilly waters of Northern California, the Golden State’s coastline offers the allure of perfect waves for every type of surfer. In August 2018, the state assembly voted overwhelmingly to enshrine surfing as California’s official sport. A new holiday was even created to commemorate the cowabunga-inspired moment—September 20 is California Surfing Day.
This capture was on my todo list early on, and that early morning had just a few other birds in the sky, plus the breeze was manageable for my bird. Good remaining week! Thanks, Udo.
In July 1885, three teenage Hawaiian princes took a break from their boarding school, St. Mathew's Hall in San Mateo, and came to cool off in Santa Cruz, California. There, David Kawānanakoa, Edward Keliʻiahonui and Jonah Kūhiō Kalanianaʻole surfed the mouth of the San Lorenzo River on custom-shaped redwood boards, according to surf historians Kim Stoner and Geoff Dunn. In 1890, the pioneer in agricultural education John Wrightson reputedly became the first British surfer when instructed by two Hawaiian students at his college.
George Freeth (1883–1919) is often credited as being the "Father of Modern Surfing". He is thought to have been the first modern surfer.
In 1907, the eclectic interests of the land baron Henry E. Huntington brought surfing to the California coast. While on vacation, Huntington had seen Hawaiian boys surfing the island waves. Looking for a way to entice visitors to the area of Redondo Beach, where he had heavily invested in real estate, he hired a young Hawaiian to ride surfboards. George Freeth decided to revive the art of surfing, but had little success with the huge 500 cm (16 ft) hardwood boards that were popular at that time. When he cut them in half to make them more manageable, he created the original "Long board", which made him the talk of the islands. To the delight of visitors, Freeth exhibited his surfing skills twice a day in front of the Hotel Redondo. Another native Hawaiian, Duke Kahanamoku, spread surfing to both the U.S. and Australia, riding the waves after displaying the swimming prowess that won him Olympic gold medals in 1912 and 1920.
In 1975, a professional tour started. That year Margo Oberg became the first female professional surfer.
From the balmy shores of San Diego to the chilly waters of Northern California, the Golden State’s coastline offers the allure of perfect waves for every type of surfer. In August 2018, the state assembly voted overwhelmingly to enshrine surfing as California’s official sport. A new holiday was even created to commemorate the cowabunga-inspired moment—September 20 is California Surfing Day.
"Panoramic view,
Look I'll make it all manageable
Pick and choose
Sit and lose
All you different crews..."
Gorillaz: youtu.be/WNmbq2DQRuQ?si=bed59gerb8HnoIte
For the 21-day photo challenge in order to celebrate Flickr's 21st birthday!
Day 13: Vintage
The whole album: www.flickr.com/photos/a_life_shot_in_blackandwhite/albums...
Mountains and Fan, Morning. © Copyright 2023 G Dan Mitchell.
Morning light on desert mountains and an immense alluvial fan, Death Valley National Park.
The scale of the landscape in Death Valley is almost impossible to fully comprehend. The vistas often encompass huge distances — it isn’t uncommon to be looking at mountains that are tens of miles away, sometimes many tens of miles. Entering this landscape on foot often reveals the truth. An alluvial fan that looks relatively manageable from a distance might take a hour or several to cross.
I made this photograph just after dawn. It looks across Death Valley toward the base of the Panamint Range, a stretch of rugged and tall mountains topped by Telescope Peak, the highest point in the park. I used a long lens, which drastically compresses the distance. If you set out to walk to that wash on the distant alluvial fan at the base of the mountains it would take you at least a day to get there.
G Dan Mitchell is a California photographer and visual opportunist. His book, “California’s Fall Color: A Photographer’s Guide to Autumn in the Sierra” is available from Heyday Books, Amazon, and directly from G Dan Mitchell.
The 1989 running of the Clinchfield Santa Claus train featured 2 F units that had served on the Clinchfield including their only FP7 up front and was highlighted by a beautiful afternoon in the Virginia mountains. Here it is rounding Osborne's Curve in Dungannon, VA with a manageable number of chasers watching. First time chasing the train for me along with Clevelander's Bob Todten and Dennis Nehrenz. Part time Clevelander and CSX PR guy Lloyd Lewis was beaming as he managed the train through the mountains. November 18, 1989
Extra ...extra......read all about it. Wait, maybe not, apparently the crew on this westbound POSE with mixed B&M and D&H EMDs have used all available newspapers to shield the sun and seal the cracks in the door to make the trip to Deerfield manageable. B&M 313 leading POSE is passing Tyters interlocking in Athol, MA on a cold January day in 1982. Robert C. Barnett photo SC collection.
We took a trip down to the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival on Thursday. It was an amazing to see so many different varieties of tulips. Unfortunately with all the rain a lot of the flowers looked a bit worse for wear but still I managed to get a few photos. Well 325 photos if I'm honest but I have managed to edit and trim down to a much more manageable number.
These days my garden is small and quite manageable, having moved last year from a much larger property. The winter months have been spent working on landscaping and planting and now that spring has arrived, I’m starting to see the fruits of my labour. Brings joy to my heart. It’s the simple things…
Brown Thrashers (Toxostoma rufum). Angelina County, Texas.
Memorial Day 2021 was a memorable one for us. The morning started when I saw a pair of Brown Thrashers displaying in the yard. Shortly after, Carolina exclaimed that she had found a baby thrasher perched among the tomato plants in our vegetable garden. We watched for a bit and soon one of the adults came to the fledgling with a mouth full of food. I went in to retrieve my camera, and we spent the majority of the holiday watching the thrasher family. After a few minutes we saw two more fledglings running on our roof. They soon disappeared from sight, but we later located one on the ground next to the house. It slowly made its way into our garden and took up a perch on our rosemary shrub. The adult then alternated between feeding the two chicks in the garden. After a while we wandered around to see if we could find the other chick, and to our delight we spotted it resting in the crook of a live oak in the front yard. We then watched as the other parent went about gathering all manner of prey items for this chick. They really are remarkable hunters! One parent came back with two skinks, which it dismembered to provide more manageable pieces for the hungry chicks. It was really interesting to see how the parents divided and conquered, ensuring that all three chicks had plenty to eat. I tend to shy away from anthropomorphism, but it's hard not to draw parallels to family life - parents doing everything they can to ensure the safety and well being of their offspring.
Eventually the activity died down and the chicks moved on. We found one in the front yard the next two days, and haven't seen any since. Hopefully they're still out and about, and will have the best possible chance to reach adulthood thanks to their diligent parents.
I thought I would dust off the old tele-converter which I have not used for a while. Teamed with the 800mm lens on the crop sensor R10, it gives around 1800mm of telephoto goodness! It is a bright sunny day lens though as it turns the fixed f11 into f16, but teamed with some manageable high ISO settings, it is still a fun combination to use and gets me a lot closer than I otherwise would manage. This was taken while seated on my e-trike around 25 feet from the bird.
This little pied cormorant was looking just a little annoyed at that one fine feather on the end of its bill. The background is the water-lily pads in our local village pond.
10:08 am, a cool winter morning. Old Sol is just beginning to touch the highest southern exposures of the Cathedral peaks.
Quite manageable -23°F (-31°C) this morning.
I could not resist this shot, the body border with fins in hand on his way back to the car park.
What drew me to capture this image, well he was all alone in this part of the beach the wet sand was reflecting the sky colour a little but it was his reflection in the wet sand that really drew me to take the image.
The Canon R5 is amazing, I had the 100-400 on after photographing a friend of mine in surfing, I had the camera on the 1.6 cropping / aspect ratio which gives an APS crop to the image and reduces the file size but still leaves you with a very manageable image . 400mm , 1.6 = 640 mm , please correct me if i`m wrong on that .