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I never really know what's going to catch my imagination but it seems the everyday pencil has done just that. This started with a photo of four pencils which morphed into the Invasion of the Singing Pencils and then into various stages of different patterns, some straight, some not so straight. This falls into the category of "not so straight" but seems appropriate for my submission to the Slider Sunday Group. Of course the "HB #2" printing was too far down on the pencil so it had to be moved to get the starter "X or cross" block to fit together. Then after a bit of wiggling (the lines looked too straight) I started to remove some of the wording, after a bit I finally stopped and it was finished...
Nikon 55mm f/2.8 NIKKOR MIcro, single image of four pencils at f/5.6 and taken from there.
Maybe I'll hit the business end with a die and BINGO: Threads!!! Maybe not...
Happy Slider Sunday - HSS
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Le sommeil est le seul ami qui ne vient pas quand on l'appelle».
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El sueño es un amigo que no viene cuando lo llamas.
Diane de Beausacq, (Marie Joséphine de Suin), Fr. (1829-1899)
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Foto: Maanasi, cuatro meses en los brazos de Morfeo.
Dieser Mäusebussard und ein zweiter setzten sich heute unweit von mir entfernt in einen Baum. Ein Lichtblick in dieser traurigen Zeit.
This common buzzard and a second one sat in a tree not far from me today. A ray of hope at this sad time.
In Morphea's arms. (Falling asleep)
Posted for happy Caturday's theme: "Best"
LACPIXEL - 2021
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After several months of 'Lock Down' due to the pandemic, the normally manicured lawn in our local churchyard, was neglected and that allowed the grass to grow long. With the flowers left by people, its morphed into an exotic meadow. It was truly wonderful.
A bit of motion blur to give the impression that this black London cab has morphed into a stretch limo.
Captured this little fellow when trying for a dark morphed rough legged hawk, I failed miserably again but did find this guy perched up high on a dead tree limb. I believe he has Leusism which is considered rare in red squirrels. Leucism is a genetic condition which causes white coloring and is different to albinism because it does not affect the eyes.
My Camp Kodiak cabin at Elysion
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hive // camp cabin RARE
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Morphe Log stack full logs
Petit-duc maculé | Eastern Screech Owl | Megascops asio
Fernando de retour!
Nous ne l'avions pas revu depuis le début du mois de juin dans ses cavités connues. Très heureux d'avoir pu observer à nouveau en cette toute fin d'été le beau Fernando notamment au no 38, l'arbre de Julie. Cette belle retrouvaille a eu lieu dimanche dernier lorsque j'ai fait la grande tournée des Petits-ducs maculés d'Angrignon avec mon ami Jocelyn. Nous l'avons trouvé en fin de matinée dormant paisiblement tout au long de la période où nous l'avons observé. J'y suis retourné en fin d'après-midi, la présente image fut captée à ce moment-là, comme c'est souvent son habitude il est éveillé et aux aguets dans cette période de la journée, examinant tout autour de lui les moindres bruits ou apparitions suspectes avant de retourner invariablement dans les bras de Morphée jusqu'au prochain événement qui troublera sa quiétude. Cette fois-ci j'ai utilisé mon trépied, plutôt rare dans mon cas, et j'ai ajouté mon télé-convertisseur 2X me donnant une focale de 900mm, d'où cette grande proximité avec le bellâtre. Sous cette belle lumière le résultat fut des plus satisfaisants. À chaque fois que je l'observe ainsi aux aguets les yeux grands ouverts, je remarque aucune présence ou rien de particulier qui pourrait expliquer cette soudaine attention. Assurément le beau Fernando est mieux pourvu que moi pour déceler d'éventuelles menaces à sa sécurité. C'est bien tant mieux! L'ami Jocelyn l'aura retrouvé encore au même endroit le lendemain. Depuis par contre, nous ne l'avons pas revu. Ni aucun autre Petit-duc d'ailleurs. Habituellement les Petits-ducs maculés d'Angrignon se manifestent davantage à partir du mois de novembre. Restez à l'écoute!
Well, as you might remember, two years ago I partially morphed into a shroom to get better pictures of them. What startet as a fun experiment seems to have become a lifelong affair. When I recently meandered into the woods to take some casual snapshots, dancing and cheering, these two gentlemen on the right ambushed me in a narrow passage. Totally engulfed in this Tim Burton-esque scenery they managed to intimidate and remind me of my obligation to document the shrooms' lives in the best quality ever. Seems like I have to try my hardest. O.O
If you'd like to know how this affair startet, see my pictures here and here.
This image is a stack of 108 images. For the background I used a leaf and placed a torch behind it. It's a neat trick to give the impression of fire or some fiery sunset.
A Rufous morph of an Indian Paradise Flycatcher. The tail is over a foot long and is quite flexible. And the bird doesn't find inconvenient - it was hopping all over the place.
The bird frequents wet / marshy areas with lots of flies. The rufous morph is thought to slowly turn to white all over. I don't know if it stays white forever, but I suppose so.
Thanks in advance for your views and feedback. Much appreciated.
Macro Mondays theme Reflection
One marble, many reflections.
Today is Monday's lesson in Physics and how to make life difficult for yourself! 😄
My idea was to see if I could set up an infinity mirror with two small parallel mirrors but failed miserably. The idea then morphed into messing about with angles and reflections. I took some fairly nice photos yesterday with blossoms and with my trusty yellow marble but somehow they just weren't doing it.
I gave it another go this morning and ended up with this image.
The image fits within the 3 inch rule (the mirror is 2.5 inches across and the marble is 2 cm in diameter).
Happy Macro Mondays!
A young Mute Swan (cygnet) before it has morphed to white.
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Un jeune cygne muet (cygnet) avant qu'il ne soit devenu blanc.
A few weeks ago, our near manageable flocks of morning and afternoon Galah visitors morphed from a maximum of about 25 to 60 or more. Obviously, two local flocks got together for seed time and now this many is not unusual. So here is a typical group waiting patiently on the overhead wires out the back. Goodness knows what the neighbours and motorists think. God knows their names, we can only distinguish a few and even they tend to come separately....being brainy birds, why would you come and join in the melee this becomes! Needless to say, we feel somewhat like the famous Jane Goodall (Primatalogist) but we are instead Galah-otologists. We feel blessed by their presence and willingness for some at least to make a connection across the divide.
We have two busy days, sorting things out at Jenny's parent's care home, the management of which seems incapable of having any empathy towards their residents. A situation we never accept. We could write a revealing book and sadly, this is probably common with too many families of people in care.
While walking in the woods I found this guy sitting in a wood cavity, very high up - lucky me. It is a grey morphed Eastern Screech Owl. Late afternoon sun made it look like red morphed, which is far less common.
Monday Trilogy.. Digitally created photo with a twist.
Only so many hours in a day. Considering myself morphed.
Another day, another storm on the march. Another moment where I am caught between two masses. The more I visit places like this, the more in tune I feel with the land and the environment. It's not easy to explain the sort of irresistible compulsion that draws me here virtually every evening. It's strangely comfortable emotionally, even at times when I"m apprehensive or even frightened by the circumstances. I'm continually probing into the desolation under increasing darkness. It's definitely a case of pushing the boundaries. Storms really play into the intensity, both physical and emotional. Photographically this has morphed into a form of scrying for lack of a better term. At times like this, the camera is a sort of gazing ball, an extension of my mind more than anything else. I seldom even look at what I am shooting and mostly just point the camera in the direction where I sense the most energy. I'm not sure I'm even fully in control of the process. It seems as if turning off the analytical part of my mind allows some other force to fill in the void. This photo exemplifies that thinking (or lack thereof). It is a vision not merely of the effect of wind, rather of how it might feel to be the wind itself, flowing out over the the corn rows, answering to no-one. It's perfect in its imperfection.
After flying over my head this light morphed Rough-legged Hawk disappeared behind the tree lines and came back shortly afterwards with her prized possession. Don't know why it came back close to where some of us were standing - may be a bit of show-off. It flew over the road in front of us and landed on the grassy side at the opposite end to consume the vole. What a magnificent bird and quite tolerant of humans too. It was a challenging condition under cloudy sky and fading light, that boosted the ISO to 6400. An absolutely stunning bird. Whitby, Ontario