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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 .
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.
Its a bit wet out there.
Much more manageable conditions this time, less wind and only a torrential downpour every hours or so...
Here's a great pun : Why are oceans so meticulous? They like to be pacific
5 shot panorama image/
24mm, f18 ISO 50 @ 4 secs.
With #kasefilters, pacifically the #magneticcpl with the #magneticnd - these are great for this kinda stuff, with the 24-70mm lens hood the front element stays nice and dry and its heaps easy to get those filters on and off.
Six weeks into lockdown in the UK, during the Coronavirus Covid 19 pandemic, and many people are getting restless and wondering when we are going to come out of lockdown. Our Government are due to make an announcement next week and stipulate that 5 criteria musts be met.
1. NHS must be able to cope and provide sufficient care
2. Evidence showing a sustained and consistent fall in daily death rates
3. Reliable data showing the rate of infection is decreasing to manageable levels.
4. Confidence enough tests and PPE are at hand to use
5. Confidence any adjustments won’t trigger a second peak
When will this be achieved and what will life look like in this next phase?
(Photo taken of a padlock on a gate at the edge of a lake, illuminated by the morning sun)
Dunloup Creek
New River Gorge
This image represents one of the first photographs taken after nearly two months of not even picking up my camera. This is also my first upload here on flickr in over two months. It's been even longer since I've had the time to comment on everyone's photostreams. Now that life is settling down into a more manageable pace, I hope to begin catching up with all of you.
I titled this image Old Faithful because no matter the season, this creek always has good flow. On the day I shot this I had checked on a few other creeks and found them very dry and finally decided to go here - I knew there would be water and I knew the late afternoon light would be sweet.
IMG_0947 - 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.
Andrena is a genus of bees in the family Andrenidae. With over 1,500 species, it is one of the largest genera of animals. It is a strongly monophyletic group that is difficult to split into more manageable divisions; currently, Andrena is organized into 104 subgenera. It is nearly worldwide in distribution, with the notable exceptions of Oceania and South America. Bees in this genus are commonly known as mining bees due to their ground-nesting lifestyle.
Topping the first of three mountain ranges on the Rocky Mountain Division. This is a 1% climb up and down with 1.4% at what's called a saddle at Loweth between the Castle and Crazy Mountain Ranges to Ringling and into the Big Belt Mountains.
A 1956 line change cut the 2.05% operational headache to a manageable climb and made Substation #2 the only place where the mainline ran behind the structure.
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Nicht nur den Meeresboden, auch den Waldboden schmücken sie, die Korallen. Im letzteren Fall handelt es sich jedoch um Pilze, deren Form sehr stark an Korallen erinnert. Auf überschaubaren Arealen des Waldbodens findet man häufig Hunderte von Pilzfruchtkörpern in den unterschiedlichsten Formen. Bei der Abbildung handelt es sich wahrscheinlich um zwei Exemplare der Steifen Koralle (Ramaria stricta).
Corals decorate not only the seabed, but also the forest floor. In the latter case, however, these are mushrooms whose shape is very reminiscent of corals. Hundreds of fungal fruiting bodies in a wide variety of shapes can often be found on manageable areas of the forest floor. The picture probably shows two specimens of stiff coral (Ramaria stricta).
Canadian Pacific H1b 4-6-4 2816 leads the highly-anticipated "Final Spike Steam Tour" east of Medicine Hat, Alberta, on the morning of April 27, 2024. While many fans came out to see this fine machine strut her stuff, the chase was manageable, thanks to the four lane highway running alongside the Maple Creek Sub. But with the highway hiding behind the right-of-way, you can almost convince yourself that it's 1934 instead of 2024, and 2816 is leading The Dominion eastbound for Moose Jaw, Winnipeg and beyond.
showing the underwing, resting on Nettle leave.
Having a few arthritis problems so am trying the Sony RX10IV camera. Still fairly heavy but manageable.
Quietly impressed.
What’s The Spiritual Meaning of the Flower Moon?
According to the Farmer’s Almanac, the Flower Moon gets its name from the beautiful blossoming flowers that spring is so well known for. The flora-inspired name is attributed to the Algonquin people, though the lunar event may also be referred to as the Budding Moon or Planting Moon.
As for how this lunation will affect the eclipse, Samay shares: “When a lunar eclipse occurs in Scorpio, it can bring about an intense karmic shift towards our psyche, finances, sexuality, and willpower. This means full disclosure and exposure will take place in ‘errors’ of the past.”
Some areas of your life that will likely need reevaluating during this time include finances, power dynamics, and even hygiene, per the astrologer. “Expect to see discussions on political power struggles, or hidden agendas in the collective consciousness,” Samay shares. But don’t expect the days leading up to May 5 to be packed with life-changing events, because according to Samay, the effects of an eclipse can be seen “two weeks to two months before and after the fated date.” In other words: get ready for miracles and unexpected shake-ups all throughout May.
How To Work With The Full Flower Moon’s Energy
As you can probably tell, there’s going to be a lot of energy surrounding this full Flower Moon. Samay shares three tips on how to work with la luna’s power that will not only help keep you grounded but will prepare you for what’s to come, too.
The first thing the astrologer suggests for this eclipse is to make a full moon offering. “Choose an object or symbol that represents your spiritual goals or intentions, such as a crystal or a piece of jewelry,” explains Samay. “Place the object outside under the moonlight as an offering to the divine. This act of surrendering something of value can help you let go of attachment and open yourself up to the transformative power of the full moon.”
Because water is a “powerful element that is associated with emotions and intuition,” another way to build your spiritual connection with la luna is by taking a full moon bath, according to Samay. To do this, visualize the moon's energy washing over you while soaking in the moonlight as a way of cleansing any negative energy or emotions. “Use this time to set intentions for your spiritual growth and transformation,” says Samay.
Lastly, try not to shy away from the full moon’s energy, and instead embrace it. To do this, Samay recommends taking a moment to dance in the moonlight. “Play music that resonates with you and dance under the moonlight,” the astrologer suggests. “Allow yourself to move freely and express any emotions that come up. Through the evoking movement of dance, you can connect with the lunar symphonies to transmute any stagnant or stale energy into something beautiful and transformative.”
The most important thing to remember this lunation is to welcome every shift and emotional response you may encounter. Again, that’s easier said than done, but hopefully these tips will make the impending celestial event much more manageable.
www.bustle.com/life/may-full-flower-moon-spiritual-meaning
A beautiful Gift from a friend.
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thank you for stopping by!
no need to leave comments, unless it becomes unbearable to hold it ;) ~beer/bear hugs~
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plenty of balance in ~rubbernecking~ so it's about time for disruption.
just before the sunrise, the last enjoyment of the night, I did not think that the East side would work considering that the astronomical twilight was already happening and a 36 exposures pano takes time, framed for likely trimmed left side. processed it and.. yeah, I'll just go with the complete pano, no trimming *sic*
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| Single row Pano w/ 18mm: 6x3 @ ISO 6400 | f/2.8 | 10 sec, each of the 6 positions stacked in Sequator than stitched in PTGui Pro, final edit in LR & PS where creativity happens |
| made 18 FG exposures @72 sec also but it looked like the noise in the star frames was manageable so I didn't use them |
| no light painting |
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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…
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…
Nearing the quite dramactic narrow summit of Ciste Dhubh, a high Scottish peak in Kintail, Paddy ahead as usual but me being mindful in case I need to call him back, but he's become quite sensible in these situations and I trust him. I had young enthusiastic Smudge (a different kettle of fish) with me who was on short coils as he'd already spotted a head of deer 600 feet below and was 'keen' .. balancing along with him making enquiring lurches to the right took a bit more concentration, but in the end quite manageable. (I'm not going to post this in the 'where a dog shouldn't be' project as he's right at home and comfortable there but perhaps many would:) )
For 122 Pictures in 2022 #102 "Summer eating". Nothing says summer like cooking something on the grill. These are beef ribs, almost as big as those in the Flintstones. For some reason, the butcher cut these into shorter segments, as though he was going to cut short ribs and then changed his mind. But they were more manageable than a full sized rack, so it worked out well. This was my first grilling session of the summer, delayed to to abysmal weather (either rain or extremely high winds). But the weather was perfect today - sunny and 89F/32C with low winds. The previous image shows them cooking on the grill.
IMG_0948 - 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.
The iconic Alcatraz Prison that was given the moniker ‘the Rock’ on Alcatraz Island, a geological rock so to speak literally cropping out San Francisco Bay. From the waterfront along the northern end of the peninsula where Fisherman’s Wharf is located, the Rock is clearly visible. As my sweet and wonderful west coast damsel and I wander the northern waterfront just west of the Fisherman’s Wharf, I continue to capture images of the prison as the lighting at that time of day is really working well. My first time to the city by the bay last summer my views to Alcatraz and heck everything was greatly impaired by the marine layer, a fastidious and incredibly thick fog that is drawn inward because of the higher inland temperatures that my darling west coast damsel had warned me about but honestly you have to see it to believe it. Alcatraz when the gold rush hit in 1840’s was chosen to get military fortification built on it to protect the burgeoning and growing San Francisco. When the Civil War ensued, it became a war prison, another interesting parallel with dear New York City as the fortification Castle Williams on Governors Island also utilized as a Civil War prison. My lovely companion and I were going to board a ferry to the island the following day to tour the Rock as it is now part of the National Parks Service but extremely high winds cancelled all marine activity on San Francisco Bay that day. Will get out there eventually, soon hopefully after this precarious and life altering COVID19 pandemic becomes manageable. It’s funny because here I am posting about this famous closed federal prison in Alcatraz and most of us here in the US and in many places in the world are prisoners so to speak in our own homes, working and studying from home but not because we did something wrong, but because this self-quarantine is to contain the pandemic, get it under control with the hopes that at the end of the tunnel life will return to a semblance of normalcy. Stay safe everyone.
Wenn man sich zu dieser Jahreszeit in den Wald begibt um Pilze zu fotografieren, muss man sich in Geduld üben. Das Angebot ist mäßig. Aber es gibt ja auch Winterpilze, die genau jetzt, in Frost und Schnee, die Bühne betreten. Bei eisigen Temperaturen machte ich mich also auf den Weg in einen Auenwald und wurde überreich beschenkt. Muschelseitlinge, Austernseitlinge und Samtfußrüblinge in einem überschaubaren Areal. Hier Bild Nr. 1, weitere werden folgen.
If you go to the forest at this time of year to photograph mushrooms, you have to be patient. The offer is moderate. But there are also winter mushrooms that enter the stage right now, in frost and snow. In icy temperatures, I made my way to a floodplain forest and was richly gifted. Mussel mushrooms, oyster mushrooms and velvet-footed turnips in a manageable area. Here is picture no. 1, more will follow.
“Whereabouts are you?”
“I’m just passing through Hayle on the way to Godrevy.”
“I’m on my way. Look out for a big red van.”
That thing that I had been expecting to do had just dissolved away into thin air, and suddenly the afternoon ahead of me was free. Lloyd was halfway through his autumn visit to Cornwall, and I’d suspected his target for this very damp Tuesday afternoon was the one I spend so much time at – the one eleven and a half miles down the road. Within ten minutes of the phone call, the van was loaded with camera gear, tea bags, milk and water and I was on the way to Godrevy for our second outing together that week. The rain lashed relentlessly against the windscreen, but let’s be positive about this. Brenda’s sunroofs are watertight and while the windscreen wipers work perfectly well at full bore, the intermittent option has never functioned since she came into our lives. Good old Cornish mizzle is a pain when I’m driving her, but in proper rain the wipers do the job they’re supposed to. And this was proper rain doubled, squared and then doubled again for good measure.
By the time I arrived at the National Trust car park, the heavy rain had turned into a ten thousand metre high waterfall direct from the heavens onto Brenda’s roof. You have two options here outside high summer. Either you can bank what you already have and pull up in the main car park, or you can gamble and try the twelve spaces along the single track road towards the big field – the big field that’s always closed when Cornwall isn't rammed solid with holidaymakers. Those twelve coveted spaces offer a much shorter hike to the lighthouse. I gambled and failed. All of the parking spaces was filled with vehicles of varying sizes, each of them sheltering morose looking occupants from the vicious squall that seemed as if it might be with us forever. And so in ignominious fashion I reversed and crawled forward and reversed and crawled forward however many times it needed for me to point her in the opposite direction, until we could trundle back to the banker’s position. I tried to get out and start walking, but another fierce volley sent me back to Brenda’s warm cab before I’d even reached for the camera bag. From there I phoned one of the morose occupants up in the hallowed twelve spaces, and said I’d sit out the squall before joining him. And so the hard rain continued for some time.
Eventually, as the deluge began to ease, a message came through advising me that a couple of spaces had been vacated. Of course this didn’t mean they’d still be empty by the time I got there, but I hadn’t noticed anyone else drive in that direction for a while, and so I tried again, fully aware of the fact that if I were successful, part of the bargain would be that I’d need to neatly reverse more than six metres of van into a space that it would fill rather more entirely than any of the other vehicles parked there. So nobody was more surprised than myself when I produced a perfect display of parking in front of the no doubt terrified drivers on either side of me. Now I was one of the lucky morose twelve. Lloyd’s car was parked two spaces to the left of me. Quite what any of us felt we could gain from being here in these conditions I’m really not sure.
Although it was still raining, things were now at least manageable, and we decided to brave the elements, heading for the clifftop shelf where we’d last sat together on a sunny April evening earlier in the year. And with as many waterproof garments as we could muster, we slipped and slithered over wet rock as we settled onto stony seats, fifty feet above a frothing sea where grey seals frolicked for fun. For an hour or so, we took long exposures as the worst of the weather remained at sea, sheets of rain advancing over St Ives Bay beneath saturnine clouds that filled the sky with deep blue bruises. Terrible weather so often produces fantastic light if you’re prepared to sit and suffer for a while. It didn’t let us down here either, as for a moment around sunset, soft colours light the horizon.
And then Andy joined us. For a moment we thought it might be a flying visit. Quite literally, as we imagined him sliding along the shelf and straight over the edge, but then again, Andy is Cornish born and bred, and knows these rocks even better than I do. Despite almost bumping into each other more than once recently, it was the first time I’d met Andy, a man who relies entirely on his iPhone and apps that create long exposure images from hundreds or even thousands of individual frames. You’ll have to ask Lloyd if you need to know more. But if you see a man wearing shorts (whatever the time of year), and bearing a red tripod with a phone mounted on it, that’s Andy. He’s all over Vero, but not Flickr I’m afraid. I’ve tried to persuade him.
Not long after the third member of our gang had arrived, darkness also decided to make an appearance – along with another heavy drenching from the skies. As we slipped back to the clifftop, and trotted the half mile back to our vehicles, the soaking was intense, and I cursed my failure to remember my waterproof trousers. But there are two great things about campervans in weather like this. One is a diesel heater that warms the space in minutes, and the other is what you can produce with tea bags, milk and water – with the aid of the onboard kettle and gas stove of course. You can't beat a brew to chase away the Stormy Tuesday Blues.
A negative from the 1980s
printed on Select Ivory (PW17),
2 tray lith: SE5 and Lith G,
left untoned, right MT10 Gold toner.
A note for my customers.
The price of gold has doubled since the last gold toner production. With new production, the price per litre will rise to EUR 98.32 net.
Because I cannot estimate whether there will be any interest at all at this price, I have only produced a manageable quantity.
By my count, there are 5 vintage tractors in here, along with one used-up golf cart and a possible lawn mower. As I was photographing the saddle (next picture), I said to the farmer, who was sitting nearby, "you got a lot of old tractors in there, it made a great picture." He laughed and said, "that's not all of them!" Evidently old tractors don't die, they just go to this guy's barn.
This shot took a little effort. Initially, the ISO was too high. But I wanted deep depth of field, so I had to keep the f/stop high. So I relied on my new monopod to give me some steadiness, and took the shutter speed down to 1/15th. That got the ISO down to a more manageable 7200. Finally, I passed it through Topaz Photo AI to deal with the noise and sharpening. It kinda came out as I envisioned it.
The Stading Farm
DeKalb County Barn Tour
Sycamore, Illinois 42.045535, -88.619168
August 9,2025
My pictures from the 2025 DeKalb County Barn Tour
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Flickr friends: Sorry I haven't been commenting/visiting your feeds as much as I'd like lately - life is a little crazy. I'm sorry to keep shoving stuff out without checking in with you. Fingers crossed that life may be a little more manageable by early next week - Sunday if I'm lucky!
Good Monday morning everyone that everyone had a great weekend and was a safe weekend as well.
I went down to the inlet to test the new lens and am liking it more and more , the agility and the weight are so so much more manageable, cannot believe I waited so long to own it.
‘Soft & wavy’. A plant that grows about 3 feet tall, seeds readily so another wanderer but manageable. Never sure of its name so an ID will be welcome - a big ask as I’m not showing the open flowers. Alan:-)……
366 - I’ve decided to do this to force me to pick up a camera other than when we are away on our travels (they will be posted as normal) - I will be interested to see what transpires, they will be varied I’m sure so we’ll see where inspiration takes me over the course of the year, hopefully at the end of it I will be a better photographer. Feel free to critique as you see fit, but please don’t feel obliged, I anticipate they will not be to all tastes. Have a great year and if you also have embarked on a 365 project then good luck in seeing it through, Alan:-)
For the interested I’m growing my Shutterstock catalogue regularly here, now sold 43 images :- www.shutterstock.com/g/Alan+Foster?rid=223484589&utm_...
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A beauty of a small shore break wave in the southern most corner of Bondi.
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Rock Island was one of the railroads that didn't join Amtrak in 1971. They thought that their annual shortfall was more manageable than the cost to buy in and have Amtrak operate their trains. So in 1975, they and the Southern and Rio Grande were still running their own intercity passenger operations. Here we have the Quad City Rocket making it's Joliet station stop on September 4, 1975.
This was the last day of a trip around Lake Michigan with 4 guys, 3 1/2 serious railfans and 1 serious beer can collector (the half railfan). We made the trip in a three on the tree Chevy pickup with a camper cap.. Many of the details are a little fuzzy but some are preserved in the pictures that were taken. Whatever pair that wasn't taking their turn driving and navigating in the front bench seat rolled around in the camper cap, often emptying the cans collected that day. Lots of roster shots but a morning at Joliet provided some action.
I found this photo of our garden & polytunnel from 2018 lurking on my laptop. Edited with Topaz Studio 2 "Dream" filter for Sliders Sunday - HSS everyone! I know it's wishing the time away, but hot summer days & sweet pea flowers can't come soon enough.
The Coral - Dreaming of you www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jdc6s7gJEfA
Thanks for the well wishes & messages of support. A quick update (19 Feb 2023) : Martin is doing OK at the moment. His tumour is no worse but no better. We are still waiting for an appt to see the Pulmonary Consultant regarding his lung fibrosis. Life is manageable & we are able to get out & about, he can walk short distances without getting too breathless. There are so many people far worse off, we think of them & count our blessings.
Gral Guido
Después de la Independencia, Juan Manuel de Rosas, prominente hacendado, decidió impulsar la colonización y el poblamiento de la cuenca del Salado, y encomendó a su topógrafo, el agrimensor Senillosa, el relevamiento de la zona, con el objeto de fundar nuevos pueblos. Por decreto del 25 de diciembre de 1839, y tras la Revolución de los Libres del Sur, el gobernador Rodas decidió dividir el territorio al sur del Salado en nuevos partidos, más manejables, y nació entre ellos, el “partido del Vecino”, separado del partido de Tandil, sobre tierras de Don Cornelio Pizarro, quien fue su primera autoridad. No obstante, la riqueza de sus tierras, el partido careció de cabecera y de urbanización durante varias décadas, hasta que empezó el tendido del ferrocarril del Sur, hacia 1860. En 1887, se inaugura la estación Velázquez del ramal Dolores-Ayacucho, alrededor de la cual se empiezan a asentar trabajadores del ferrocarril y pobladores rurales de partido, y así en 1888 se funda el primer poblado del partido. En 1890, ante elcrecimiento experimentado por la población, los vecinos peticionan la autonomía municipal, la cual les es concedida en febrero de 1891. Ese mismo año, se impone al pueblo y a la estación ferroviaria el nombre de General Guido, en recuerdo del militar, político y diplomáticoTomas Guido, amigo y colaborador del general San Martin.
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Gral Guido
After Independence, Juan Manuel de Rosas, a prominent landowner, decided to promote the colonization and settlement of the Salado basin, and entrusted his surveyor, the surveyor Senillosa, the survey of the area, in order to found new towns. By decree of December 25, 1839, and after the Revolution of the Free South, Governor Rhodes decided to divide the territory south of the Salado into new parties, more manageable, and was born among them, the "party of the Neighbor", separated of the party of Tandil, on lands of Don Cornelio Pizarro, who was his first authority. However, the wealth of their lands, the party lacked head and urbanization for several decades, until the laying of the Southern Railway began, around 1860. In 1887, the Velázquez station of the Dolores-Ayacucho branch was inaugurated, around which began to settle railroad workers and rural people of the party, and so in 1888 the first town of the party was founded. In 1890, before the growth experienced by the population, the neighbors petition for municipal autonomy, which is granted to them in February 1891. That same year, the name of General Guido is imposed on the town and the railway station, in memory of the military, political and diplomaticTomas Guido, friend and collaborator of General San Martin.
Ripponden
No I haven’t grown these, they are a supermarket bought bunch which are looking very nice at the moment, so I thought they deserved a photo taking.
I’m also playing with a new (used) lens. For general everyday use I’ve been using the Nikon 18-55mm lens, accompanied by a Nikon 55-200mm. The combination wasn’t working as I was losing shots whilst swapping the lenses over for more zoom. So I’ve traded the 55-200mm and got a Sigma 18-250mm, just to keep on the camera when we go walking etc. I’m pleased to say the lens is quite light and manageable compared with the Tamron 16-300mm I used to own.
Thank you for your visit and your comments, they are greatly appreciated.
Shellcamp Lake Visit 01/14/2024
Canon 60D with Canon 18-135mm IS STM
I purchased this setup gently used for a great price and I find that it's become a go to "generic" kit for circumstances where I don't really have any agenda other than to shoot what I see.
I keep going back to Shellcamp Lake for the wildlife opportunities, but the landscapes can be quite nice.
I got out later than planned, but the timing worked out pretty well both in terms of landscape shots as well as some wildlife opportunities.
This shot is of the frozen lake with some lovely clouds overhead. The light was starting to get a bit harsh, but still manageable.
I like the mild reflections in the ice.
Hope you enjoy!
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Texas Most Wanted?
With 650 accepted species having been observed in the state of Texas (according to the Texas Bird Records Committee) our state has quite a wealth of avian diversity to keep a bird enthusiast busy. During a recent conversation the topic of “what is your most wanted Texas bird” came up and I found thinking of the possibilities entertaining. There are some doozies on the list such as Paint-billed Crake and Collared Forest Falcon but it seemed more fun to think about a bird that is regularly found in the state. I had to really scratch my head to think of one but the exercise reminded me of a little quest I had back in 2006 to photograph all of the regularly occurring species of sparrows that could be found in Texas. It seemed like a pretty manageable goal and by December I had photographed all but one, the Baird’s Sparrow.
I did my research and determined that my best chances were to explore the back roads around Marfa so I cashed the last of my vacation days and headed out west. I planned to spend a couple of days at Big Bend NP and then head to Marfa for three days to try my luck with the sparrow. It ended up being a bitter cold three days made all the cooler by the absence of my special bird. I counted down my hours until it was time to head home and turned my car in the direction of I-10 by way of Ft Davis. As luck would have it, I spotted a sparrow on a fence that looked interesting and pulled over and clicked off a couple of photos. I looked down at the screen on the back of my camera and to my delight it was a Baird’s Sparrow! I looked back up to get some better shots only to discover that the bird had flown away. It’s amazing how much those few seconds with the bird lifted my spirits.
So if you are still reading, do you have any Texas bird that you would REALLY like to see? If so please share what it is.
May 27th was a night for nocturnal supercell surfing. I really enjoy those twilight and evening stretches when the storm is beastly and ominous, but also moving at manageable speeds across a decent road network. And you just get these multiple opportunities to move and pause just ahead of the RFD gust front to watch as it changes and looms from flash to flash.
This is a zoomed in stack of 11 exposures as a rained down lightning just ahead of the notch south of Crowell, Texas. It's crazy how huge those wind turbines are when you're standing under one, but then to see them dwarfed here with that lightning way back behind them helps appreciate the immensity of it.
"I caught a FRO-OG! I caught a FRO-OG!"
A crappy photo, but I just had to share this moment with you.
Choughs work in family groups, and two freshly fledged chicks had been parked in a depression at the base of a dead stump. The adults and juveniles foraged on the ground over a radius of about 25 metres, running back and forth with grubs and insects for the babies.
After a good deal of gardening and scattering debri about, this youngster ran back to the nursery with the most amazing prize. Not just a frog, but a decent sized one at that.
It was probably not the usual prey for such a small bird, and by the time I packed up to leave, it was still thrashing its catch around on the ground trying to break it up into manageable pieces.
The whole episode must have brought tears to mother kestrel's eyes, as she watched the event from the tree above, waiting for her old man to bring her a caterpillar or small lizard.
Callum Brae, Australian Capital Territory, 2016.
Unser Vermieter gab uns den Tip, diese Windmühle zu besuchen - leider weiß ich nicht mehr, wo sie steht - und wir hatten richtig Glück! Denn an jenem Samstag war diese Windmühle in Betrieb und setzte das Sägewerk, dass sich nebenan befindet in Betrieb. Ein uralter Baumstamm wurde mit Windkraft zersägt in handliche Bretter. In dem Sägewerk befanden sich drei ältere Herren, die sich liebevoll darum kümmerten, dass alles läuft. Später erfuhren wir, dass die Mühle nur einen Tag im Jahr in Betrieb genommen wird - und genau diesen Tag hatten wir erwischt.
Someone gave us the tip to visit this windmill - unfortunately I don't remember where it is - and we were really lucky! Because on that Saturday this windmill was in operation and the sawmill that was next door was in operation. An ancient tree trunk was sawn into manageable boards using wind power. There were three older gentlemen in the sawmill who lovingly made sure everything was running smoothly. We later learned that the mill is only in operation for one day a year - and that was exactly the day we caught.
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Gral Guido
Después de la Independencia, Juan Manuel de Rosas, prominente hacendado, decidió impulsar la colonización y el poblamiento de la cuenca del Salado, y encomendó a su topógrafo, el agrimensor Senillosa, el relevamiento de la zona, con el objeto de fundar nuevos pueblos. Por decreto del 25 de diciembre de 1839, y tras la Revolución de los Libres del Sur, el gobernador Rodas decidió dividir el territorio al sur del Salado en nuevos partidos, más manejables, y nació entre ellos, el “partido del Vecino”, separado del partido de Tandil, sobre tierras de Don Cornelio Pizarro, quien fue su primera autoridad. No obstante, la riqueza de sus tierras, el partido careció de cabecera y de urbanización durante varias décadas, hasta que empezó el tendido del ferrocarril del Sur, hacia 1860. En 1887, se inaugura la estación Velázquez del ramal Dolores-Ayacucho, alrededor de la cual se empiezan a asentar trabajadores del ferrocarril y pobladores rurales de partido, y así en 1888 se funda el primer poblado del partido. En 1890, ante elcrecimiento experimentado por la población, los vecinos peticionan la autonomía municipal, la cual les es concedida en febrero de 1891. Ese mismo año, se impone al pueblo y a la estación ferroviaria el nombre de General Guido, en recuerdo del militar, político y diplomáticoTomas Guido, amigo y colaborador del general San Martin.
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Gral Guido
After Independence, Juan Manuel de Rosas, a prominent landowner, decided to promote the colonization and settlement of the Salado basin, and entrusted his surveyor, the surveyor Senillosa, the survey of the area, in order to found new towns. By decree of December 25, 1839, and after the Revolution of the Free South, Governor Rhodes decided to divide the territory south of the Salado into new parties, more manageable, and was born among them, the "party of the Neighbor", separated of the party of Tandil, on lands of Don Cornelio Pizarro, who was his first authority. However, the wealth of their lands, the party lacked head and urbanization for several decades, until the laying of the Southern Railway began, around 1860. In 1887, the Velázquez station of the Dolores-Ayacucho branch was inaugurated, around which began to settle railroad workers and rural people of the party, and so in 1888 the first town of the party was founded. In 1890, before the growth experienced by the population, the neighbors petition for municipal autonomy, which is granted to them in February 1891. That same year, the name of General Guido is imposed on the town and the railway station, in memory of the military, political and diplomaticTomas Guido, friend and collaborator of General San Martin.
The magnificent mountain landscape of the Alpstein is reflected in the smooth surface of the Sämtisersee. The hike there is short, a little steep, but quite manageable.
When was the last time you rested at a mountain lake and enjoyed the landscape?
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.
An expandable hose, a more manageable improvement over the traditional, often cumbersome, garden hose. Drained out, this hose fits into a shoebox-size storage container.
Both the quick-connect fitting at the hose bib end and the valve at the nozzle end are add-ons.
- Ambrose Bierce.
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One of the locations I was keen to visit during our December trip to Utah was the stunningly beautiful False Kiva site. I read a bit about the hike and it seemed pretty manageable added to the fact that we will be doing the hike in winter and not under the searing hot summer sun. When I looked at maps, it looked like this location was not ideal place for sunset as the canyon walls to the right will block any light putting the whole location in shade. So we decided to head out there early evening and get back to the car while there is still some daylight out there.
Turns out, this was an excellent decision, as the hike turned out to be much harder than expected. First of all the snow on the ground have covered any previous tracks. Add to that the trail seems to disappear over a small cliff and then seem to resume at the bottom of the cliff. Guide books talked about looking for kairns to find a relatively easy path down the cliff, but the snow made them almost impossible to find. We even ran into a Japanese photographer who gave up and went back. But with a trusted trail map we persisted and scampered down to the bottom of the cliff. From where there was a casual stroll for a bit before we came across what looked like a field of fallen boulders. The next stage of the hike was climbing over a multitude of rocks and boulders to reach the bottom of the cave that is false kiva. Then we had to basically inch our way up and finally climb over a giant boulder to get to the location.
Once we reached, the view was absolutely phenomenal. I managed to get this shot while the sun was fairly high up in the sky but was lighting up the canyon wall in stunning light. So I sacrificed some highlights for a detailed shot of the awesome False Kiva.
Happy SHIPtember! Weighing in at 100 and a bit studs long, this is the flagship of the White/Red Stripes fleet. Or, is this red with white stripes? I leave that distinction to the viewer. All in all, I'm pleased with this. Pay no attention to the bottom half of the build, where I've run out of tiles.
The shaping was the fun part of this, my inspiration was some Homeworld Mobile concept art that has to some extent influenced my entire little fleet. Specifically, the triangular engine array. The build started there and worked backwards, and from there I just made it up as I went along. (In fact, the engine surround is probably my favourite part of the build, along with the panels just behind the nose that nestle perfectly against the red stripe.) Breaking away from the Hiigaran concept art, I settled on a less blocky nose and settled with a more alligator-snout design. I'm particularly pleased with the internal structure which has essentially eliminated any sag, which is more than I can say for the first draft.
It feels like I've built this ship at least twice, and in some areas more. The initial framework was solid, to the extent that going back to make adjustments necessitated an almost from-scratch rebuild of that section. However, I've built it to be totally modular, which will help with the transport to STEAM.* The panels along either side all detach, the nose can split along the top and bottom, and even the frame itself can separate into much more manageable 30ish stud long sections. I shall take internal pictures if I remember during the teardown, perhaps.
So there we are, space! Hope you like it, click through the rest of the photostream for more pictures.
*In just under 2 weeks, for the weekend of the 11-12 October, this, along with the rest of the fleet, and my ADU vs Alien invaders, will be on display at the Railway Museum in Swindon. Come say hello if you're in the area.
Fifty car grain trains were the norm and manageable.
Grain train XO5 takes the corner past the siding of Skyline approaching the viaduct over Skyline Creek.
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Railways of Great Britain
This start of another one of my collections although I have posted a few in the past
I have taken quite a few images over the years of Old Steam, Diesel and Electric engines and after sorting out probably 3,000 plus, I’ve now got it down to a more manageable number.
I’m starting with English Engines. Some of these images could be 25 years old. Many were transferred from negatives via a scanner so the quality will not be as good I would like. I have put them all through Photoshop to get rid of the most glaring issues
Apologies to those enthusiasts if I don’t get the right engine with the right Railway, they were taken a long time ago, some of them have moved on and my memory is not as good as it was.
Happy viewing.
I wish all of you a häppy, healthy and prosperous 2022! Let's turn the pandemic into a manageable endemic, for a new decade of the roaring 20s.
A few years back I spent an evening with friends in Zurich, Switzerland. Later at night I walked along Bahnhofstrasse, the famous shopping street. A tram zooms by at Paradeplatz, the square surrounded by Swiss banks, and the famous Confiserie Sprüngli.
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Jardin Charles Trenet in the Quartier de la Maison Blanche (13e) in the south of Paris
The manageable green space named after the singer Charles Trenet ('Le jardin extraordinaire', 'La mer') is part of an urban development zone 'Eco Quartier de Gare de Rungis' ZAC (Zone d'Aménagement Concerté) specially promoted by the Paris City Council.
Paris, France 01.06.2022
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Jardin Charles Trenet im Quartier de la Maison Blanche (13e) im Süden von Paris
Die nach dem Sänger Charles Trenet ('Le jardin extraordinaire', 'La mer') benannte überschaubare Grünfläche ist Teil einer durch den Pariser Stadtrat besonders geförderten städtebaulichen Entwicklungszone 'Eco Quartier de Gare de Rungis' ZAC (Zone d’Aménagement Concerté).
Paris, Frankreich 01.06.2022
www.paris.fr/pages/gare-de-rungis-13e-2541
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UgbW6gGkAuU