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Something exciting has happened to the humble native coneflower over the past decade. Breeders have put their best efforts toward developing new and improved colors and forms of this easy-growing native perennial wildflower. Some of the newest varieties are hybrid crosses between two different coneflower species. With these makeovers, Echinacea has morphed into a rock star in the garden. With the addition of so many new Echinacea forms, it is possible to design an entire landscape centered on this flower.
Not that there was anything wrong with the original E. purpurea, a familiar dusky purple daisy-like flower with a prominent orange center. Its long bloom period, self-seeding habit, and drought tolerance still make it a favorite of beginners and professionals alike, who delight in the wildlife-friendly attributes of the pollen-rich blooms. Coneflowers are trouble-free but just watch out that you don't overwater the plant or root rot and fungal diseases like powdery mildew can occur.
Heading home tomorrow for a week! This idea morphed like no other. It's just went from one thing to another.
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Egretta rufescens
Reddish Egret, white morph
Rötelreiher, weiße Morphe
Rusthejre, hvid morf
New species No. 29
Rötelreiher, white morphe (Egretta rufescens)
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reddish_egret
de.wikipedia.org/wiki/R%C3%B6telreiher
The reddish egret (Egretta rufescens) is a medium-sized heron. It is a resident breeder in Central America, The Bahamas, the Caribbean, the Gulf Coast of the United States, and Mexico. There is post-breeding dispersal to well north of the nesting range. In the past, this bird was a victim of the plume trade.
This species reaches 68–82 cm (27–32 in) in length, with a 116–125 cm (46–49 in) wingspan. Body mass in this species can range from 364–870 g (0.802–1.918 lb). Among standard linear measurements, the wing chord is 29–34.3 cm (11.4–13.5 in), the tail is 8.8–13 cm (3.5–5.1 in), the bill is 7.3–9.2 cm (2.9–3.6 in) and the tarsus is 11.7–14.7 cm (4.6–5.8 in). It is a medium-sized, long-legged, long-necked heron with a long pointed pinkish bill with a black tip. It is distinctly larger than other co-existing members of the genus Egretta, but smaller than the great blue heron and great egret. The legs and feet are bluish-black. While the sexes are similar, there are two distinct color morphs. The adult dark morph has a slate blue body and reddish head and neck with shaggy plumes. The adult white morph has entirely white body plumage. Young birds have a brown body, head, and neck. During mating, the male's plumage stands out in a ruff on its head, neck and back.
Behavior
The reddish egret is considered one of the most active herons, and is often seen on the move. It stalks its prey visually in shallow water far more actively than other herons and egrets, frequently running energetically and using the shadow of its wings to reduce glare on the water once it is in position to spear a fish; the result is a fascinating dance. Due to its bold, rapacious yet graceful feeding behavior, author Pete Dunne nicknamed the reddish egret "the Tyrannosaurus rex of the Flats". It eats fish, frogs, crustaceans, and insects. The bird's usual cry is a low, guttural croak.
Reproduction
Reddish egrets' breeding habitat is tropical swamps. It nests in colonies, often with other herons, usually on platforms of sticks in trees or shrubs. These colonies are usually located on coastal islands. These birds have raucous courtship displays. They generally involve shaking of the head during the greeting ceremony, followed by chases and circle flights. They also involve raising of the neck, back and crest feathers, accompanied by bill clacking, similar to the tricolored heron.
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Der Rötelreiher (Egretta rufescens) ist eine Vogelart aus der Familie der Reiher.
Merkmale
Der Rötelreiher ist ein eher zierlicher Reiher mit einer Körperlänge von etwa 70 cm. Er tritt in einer hellen und einer dunklen Morphe auf. Die dunkle ist leicht mit dem Blaureiher zu verwechseln. Bei ihr ist das Gefieder überwiegend ebenfalls blaugrau, Hals und Kopf jedoch rotbraun gefärbt. Hals und Brust sind jedoch weiß. Die helle Morphe ist fast gänzlich weiß gefärbt. Beine und Schnabel sind von grauer oder grau-blauer Farbe.
Vorkommen
Sein Lebensraum sind die warmen bis subtropischen Sümpfe des südlichen Nord- und des nördlichen Mittelamerikas. Er brütet in Mexiko, den südwestlichen USA und auf einigen Karibikinseln wie Kuba, Jamaika und Hispaniola.
Verhalten
Der Rötelreiher ist überwiegend dämmerungsaktiv. Er brütet oft in Gesellschaft anderer Reiher. Sein Nest besteht aus Stöcken und Zweigen und wird auf Bäumen oder hohen Büschen errichtet. In diesem legt das Weibchen drei bis sieben grün-blaue Eier. Auf Nahrungssuche begibt sich der Rötelreiher jedoch einzelgängerisch. So durchschreitet er während der Abendstunden feuchte Wiesen und flache Gewässer auf der Suche nach Fischen, Amphibien, Krebstieren und Insekten.
Fantasy colourisation of a blue morpho butterfly (morpho peleides), in the butterfly garden at the Assiniboine Park Zoo in Winnipeg, Manitoba. Shows better larger; press L.
RAW image, handheld with remote shutter release, auto focus, master pixel size 14.6.
Cropped slightly along the bottom & right side (now 14 MP); colour and light adjusted in Aperture 3.
Europe, Netherlands, ZuidHolland, Rotterdam, Centre, Lijnbaan, Forum 2 (slightly cut from all sides).
Back to Rotterdam after a little excursion into the past.
An office building (a former bank) that is being morphed into an apartment block looks like this. It's a part of the Forum 2 redevelopment plan. The versatility of reinforced concrete.
The appearance of another high-rise apartment building in the centre of Rotterdam is no coincidence. It’s part of the Rotterdam ‘high rise’ policy’ that was instigated at the end of the 80s as a way to create more living spaces in the city centre. It’s a way the city redresses the detrimental livability effects of the functionalistic urban plan that was at the base of the redevelopment of the city centre after the destructions of WW2 (a functionalistic urban plan favours shops and offices over living spaces - it seperates the functions a city has ).
The shape of things to come (1) is here and the shape of things to come (2) is here.
This is number 185 of the Urban Frontiers album.
The soundtrack: Einstrürzende Neubauten – Weil weil weil.
Photo morphed in photoshop in an attempt to make something different than the usual view from the top of the gondola.
I held my dog Kief's queen-size blanket overhead for seven minutes in a fierce wind and heavy ground fog. The Pacific Occean, the Sky above and I, all morphed into the same misty element - as in the Universality of ALL Things - which is the mainstay of my philosophy.
Day 048/365
week 07:COLOURFUL
A quick shot of one of Sara's Makeup Pallets for this weeks colorful theme
Have a great week friends
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This is an experiment I have wanted to do for quite a while.Started a few times but some how they always morphed into something else..........:)
LC10 development car, which morphed into the Austin Maestro.
www.aronline.co.uk/cars/austin/maestro/maestro-developmen...
This started as a bit of playtime using Affinity on the iPaddle when on holiday, then morphed into a Sunday Sliders mangle.
The source image was a three-icm multiple exposure in-camera using the camera’s Lighten blend option. It’s of a rusty corrugated tin fence with a slight jiggle and two bigger horizontal ICM movements. The Lighten blend gave a curious mix of blurred horizontal and textured still lines which persist to the final version. The symmetry was corrected using a Perspective filter.
The result was processed twice, once in colour and once in high-contrast black and white. This latter monochrome layer was then blended back over the colour layer using Luminosity blend mode. All the colour came through but used the high contrast tonality of the B&W layer.
It’s not enough, I cried. (Or, more precisely, an ‘ I wonder what happens if…’ moment occurred.)
The crisscross was made by duplicating the resulting look and then rotating it (and resizing it to fit over the original). The rotated layer was blended over the original using Multiply which increased the contrast. The rest was just balancing the tones and colours and adding a slight light vignette.
Thanks for looking. I hope you enjoy the image. Happy Sliders Sunday and 100x :)
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One of the coolest looking morphs I've seen on a RTH. This was from my first trip up North. Went back this past weekend and got another nice one. Click for large rendition.
Richard and Rachael grow aquilegia's. I requested some seeds, they kindly gave me quite a few! And look what popped up a few months later. I adore their exquisite flowers. Fleeting though this has morphed into a seed pod already!
2020-09-06, Day 2
A deep carpet of red- and golden-tinged dwarf birch and willows lines both sides of the milky blue, glacial waters of Dinwoody Creek as it flows under Ink Wells Bridge, Fitzpatrick Wilderness, Wind River Range, Wyoming.
After saying 'Dinwoody' enough times, I gradually morphed the word into 'Dim Woody', and my hiking partner and I then began to develop the tale of Old Dim Woody whose spirit still roams these parts. Without screens or responsibilities, and with enough time on our hands doing nothing but walking through beautiful country, the mind rapidly unspools into wanton ridiculousness. It seemed likely that Old Dim Woody was a tad fond of his sipping whiskey, and when his spirits were high and besotted, he was prone to bouts of poor decision making. Things only got worse when a neighbor's mare kicked him in the pate one night when the rye was particularly enchanting and he mistook her for a spittoon.
One September after this unfortunate event, an autumn snow-storm blew in when Old Dim Woody was camped at Ink Wells. Sometime during the night his pony became infected with a bit of madness and threatened to break its hobble. The hapless man tried to calm his hoofed companion but to no avail: Dim Woody was never too meticulous about maintenance, and the hobble leather was old and rotted. The pony broke free and headed over the bridge and upstream through the forest at an impressive speed for one with such stubby legs. In fact, its diminutive stature may have helped it avoid some of the boughs already pressed low by the accumulating snow as it heedlessly fled upward toward the headwaters. Pondering the situation for perhaps too-brief a time, Old Dim Woody slapped his battered hat onto his dented head, invigorated his mind with another dram of rye, pushed through the flap of his tent, and began to follow the already-filling tracks of his erstwhile steed.
The tracks wound ever higher and the temperature was cold. Not quite cold enough to tingle and freeze the nose hairs upon the inhale, but cold enough that his toes became numb once the snow that kept knocking into the tops of his boots eventually overwhelmed the capacity of his feet to produce heat. The pony's tracks were faint but continually bore upward, past timberline and toward the giant cirque of peaks that held the glacier that fed the creek. If he stopped for too long, he shivered, sometimes violently. It was difficult to move through the rocks once the snow hid the deep cracks between them. He discovered that the coefficient of static friction between his boots and the icy boulders was perilously low. Once, his foot became tightly wedged between two large, immovable stones and it took him several increasingly panicky minutes to extricate it. The sky was filled with snow and then a surprise clap of thunder sobered him up as waves of kettle-drum sound crashed amongst the ice-clad peaks. The lightning followed immediately and was so bright it lit up the atmosphere. It was like being deep underwater beneath a violent falls under the dazzling sun, bright snow bubbles everywhere and impossible to tell which way was up.
Nobody knows exactly what happened to Old Dim Woody on that fateful night. His empty tent was discovered by some trappers seeking late-season beaver a month or so later. There were fresh pony tracks over the bridge and horse dung inside the tent. The small cache of oats that Old Dim Woody kept in a can near the wood-stove had been raided. They say the moaning wind of the first winter storm is the sound of Dim Woody howling amongst the rocks, looking for tracks and pining for another dram.
I like this drawing my son made. The bird is covered with lines and wiggles. I didn't know how to translate this drawing into a softie because I first thought I had to use a striped piece of fabric. The lines needed to be seen and appreciated, so embroidering made sense.
This bird is part of the Morphe II Soft Toy Exhibit in Australia, October 2006.
In the past I've used my sewing machine to free hand embroider some of our creations. Here are some examples: Monster Sighting, 2-Grin Robot, and Shark Purse.
Drawing on Bird
recycled fabrics
recycled polyfil
repurposed wire
original drawing by
five-year-old boy
Morphed picture. I can not take credit for the helmet and sword. I simply added my avatars eyes and did some editing.
Starting with a shot of a frosty leaf and ending up with this strange form after PP adjustments too numerous to mention.
HSS!
lyndsie wearing the lvna ring - more photos on my blog www.laurencephilomene.com/blog/morphe-jewelry