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If there's a buzzing-noise, somebody's making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you're a bee.
A. A. Milne
the geraniums were really buzzing today with at least 40 to 50 assorted bees!!
texture thanks to Spektoral Addendum.
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Colour re-edit of a shot from July 2019.
Wishing you all a fantastic weekend of photography. Stay safe and keep the shutters clicking!
1970th Fascade downtown Duesseldorf
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"It's my final stage, my ego drives me crazy
You doesn't hear, so my years was wasted
Now I see my sacrifice and I'll kick you in the ass
But now it's time for me to take my revenge
No one could expect it, 'cause they thought that I am...
Too good to be bad, too good to be bad"
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a change of tack heres a topical one from 2018 , a corvid (JAY ) in flight .re-done in topaz de-noise Ai
Another from the lower falls on the Afon Mellte, I love the red algae colour in this pool. Even though you can't see it Ocean of noise, by Arcade Fire is fine, as it was so loud, you struggle to hear yourself think!
His arms were still lifted up, hands near his ears trying to control the thickness of the memories in his head. Click here for the rest of the short story and credits
At night, the park is free from noise and fuss, does not look like itself, and it seems that a lone passerby steps cautiously, frightened by the sound of his own steps.
Ночью парк свободен от шума и суеты, не похож сам на себя и, кажется, что одинокий прохожий ступает осторожно, пугаясь звука собственных шагов.
Парк «Володимирська гірка». Київ. Україна.
Eurasian Jay (Garrulus glandarius)
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My latest ANIMAL VIDEO (it's very brief but pretty unusual: a tiny wall lizard attacks two young great tits): www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQqkSsyrm7E
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO: MY LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY TO BIRD PHOTOGRAPHY
If you've set yourself the challenge of exclusively shooting the wildlife in your own back yard, you might find - as I did - that bird photography is really, really hard.
It's not that reptiles are easy to photograph either, mind - but at least the ones in my garden stay (for the most part) on the ground, and one can learn how to carefully approach them with a camera. They're also clearly egoists, which from a photographer's point of view is is a great character trait: if a lizard detects a human in its vicinity, it's only interested in saving its own skin, and it won't alarm its buddies.
But birds... oh man. Over the years, my feathered friends and I have developed a lovely routine that now defines our peaceful co-existence. As soon as I as much as open a window (let alone the door), I'm instantly greeted by an eruption of panicky fluttering and hysterical shouts from my garden: "SAVE YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND FLY FOR YOUR LIVES: THE HAIRLESS, PINK MONSTER IS COMING!!! (Yes, I speak bird, and I know that this is exactly what they are shouting 😉).
Needless to say, with the exception of the redstart I already showed here, all my efforts to get the kind of detailed shots I usually strive for with my nature photography ended in complete failure and utter disillusionment. I was ready to give up on stalking the winged misanthropes in my garden altogether, but then winter came - and changed everything.
One day this past January I observed my neighbor Signora P - a kind, elderly Italian lady - putting something on the low garden wall in front of my house. At first I thought she was just putting some treat there for her cat Romeo; the young tom patrols that wall constantly (it's his favorite spot in the garden, and during the warmer months he usually lurks in the thick foliage next to it to prey on lizards).
But once I detected a lot of movement on that wall through my window, I understood she had put a little pile of bread crumbs there; she was feeding the birds who soon arrived in flocks. This was certainly well-intended on my neighbor's part, but her noble action came with a catch, and I'm afraid quite literally.
When I took a stroll through my garden the next day I discovered a suspicious amount of feathers on the ground next to the wall. Romeo had apparently switched from his low-calorie summer diet (lizard) to more energy-rich meals consisting of "fowl" (it was winter after all, so from a nutritionist's point of view this made sense).
I would find fresh traces of Romeo's victims (mostly feathers, but also the odd wing) in my garden over the following days; so my first intuition that my neighbor was feeding her cat hadn't been that far off after all, as Romeo was now clearly being "served" fresh birds on a daily basis. And although the hungry visitors seemed to be aware of the danger and became slightly more prudent, they just couldn't resist the tasty snacks Signora P put on that wall - and neither could Romeo.
It was obvious that I had to act, but talking to my neighbor - who is as stubborn as she is kind - would have been futile, I knew that much. I pondered the matter long and hard - until a light bulb went off in my head. The idea was genius. If successful, what I had in mind would not only increase the birds' chances of surviving Romeo's appetite, but also greatly benefit my own photographic endeavors.
I started to enact my master plan the very next day by buying a giant bag of bird feed (consisting mainly of sunflower seeds) from the store. Then I dragged a huge piece of a tree trunk (approx. 120 cm in height) that we normally chop firewood on from the shed out into the garden and emptied almost half of the bag's content on top of it. Signora P's buffet for birds (and cats) was about to get some serious competition 😊.
My reasoning was as follows: not only would the birds be lured away from the fatally low garden wall to a place where they were safe from the cat - there was nothing around that tree trunk that provided cover for a predator, and the birds had a nice 360° view around it at all times - but I was also able to photograph them while hiding in the shed.
However, in order for my plan to work there was one little extra measure I had to take, and it was one that risked lowering my own life expectancy considerably once the owner of the property - my mom - discovered it. You see, our shed is completely windowless, so if I wanted to use it as a blind, I had no choice but to cut a hole into one of its wooden walls... which I promptly did (I figured all's fair in love - and photography 😉).
Granted, I have absolutely zero carpentering skills, and it showed. That hole was an ugly mess: the shed's wall seemed to have had an encounter with Jack Nicholson's ax-wielding lunatic character from the film 'The Shining'. Needless to say, I was incredibly proud of my work (I mean, come on: there now was a hole where before there wasn't a hole, and it was big enough for the lens of my camera to peek through, so it was mission accomplished as far as I was concerned).
Now all I had to do was wait for the birds to discover the tree trunk. In the meantime I started to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable confrontation with my mom and go through possible explanations for that splintering hole in the wall (it was either gonna be a rabid woodpecker attack or an emergency rescue mission with a feeding tube for a little kid that had accidentally locked himself inside the shed - both seemed valid options, though I slightly preferred the locked-in kid due to the involved drama and heroism 😉).
A whole day went by, and not a single bird visited the sunflower seeds. I had expected that it might take a few hours until the first of the ever curious great tits or blue tits would show up, but given how tiny my garden is, an entire day seemed excessive. Then another day came and went: the birds kept flocking to the bread crumbs on the wall, and my tree trunk kept collecting dust. To add injury to insult, a few fresh feathers on the ground were proof that Romeo was still feasting.
It was incredibly frustrating: I provided my winged guests with a much better view - plus a higher chance of surviving the cuisine - than Signora P's place; I risked (almost) certain death at the hands of my own mother (OK, the act of vandalism on the shed I had committed for my own benefit, but still), yet the birds kept ignoring me.
Then, after three days, just before sunset, I spotted a single blue tit on the tree trunk picking away at the sunflower seeds.
When I got up the next morning I immediately realized that the loud noise that accompanies each and every tit activity had shifted from the wall to the shed. At last the dam had broken: there was a flurry of movement around the tree trunk, and I counted at least 5 different species of birds feasting on the sunflower seeds.
From day 4 onward my plan worked beautifully: the birds now indeed mostly ignored Romeo's "snack wall" and kept to the tree trunk. And yes, I was able to play peeping tom from behind the shed's wall and photograph them!! 😊
Thus, dear readers, I finally managed to produce some acceptable bird photos, and I had even saved my feathered friends from a deadly foe in the process. All through winter and spring I took advantage of my new bird hide, and in late May I started mixing some cherries with the sunflower seeds. The idea was to attract a Eurasian jay (Garrulus glandarius), and as you can see, it worked!
It took me almost three weeks and more than a few tricks to capture that clever fella, but given how long I've been rambling here already, that's a story for another day. As for my mom, she still doesn't know about the hole in the wall, so please don't snitch! 😉.
I hope you like the photo and wish you all a wonderful weekend! Many greetings from Switzerland, and as always: let me know what you think in the comments 🙏 😊 ❤!
P.S. if anyone has their own funny tale about the obstacles we photographers are prepared to overcome for a desired photo, please write it in the comments: I love such stories 😊
Will those feet in modern times
Walk on soles that are made in China?
Feel the bright prosaic malls
In the corridors that go on and on and on?
Are we blind, can we see?
We are one, incomplete
Are we blind, in the shade
Waiting for life, waiting to be saved, yeah?
'Cause love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again, again
Will those feet in modern times
Understand this world's affliction?
Recognise the righteous anger?
Understand this world's addiction?
I was blind, couldn't see
What was here in me
I was blind, insecure
Felt like the road was way too long, yeah
'Cause love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm feeling again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again, again
'Cause love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that you're feeling again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again, again
Will those feet in modern times
Walk on soles made in China?
Will those feet in modern times
See the bright prosaic malls?
Will those feet in modern times
Recognize the living bitter?
Will those feet in modern times
Pardon me for my sins?
'Cause love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm feeling again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again, again
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Location: Salmson Isle.
“How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn't they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?”
― Don DeLillo, White Noise
Wishing all my Flickr friends everything good in the New Year!
This is an old photo rescued today from Facebook
I'm aware I haven't been down to see a sunset for ages, probably as we seem to be stuck in a grey misty spell of weather with no sun and no rain. I'm off to Bristol today, to meet someone and possibly spot some buildings to sketch. Ocean of noise is by Arcade Fire , I need to visit that ocean of noise again soon
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
I have lost my perfect hearing.
My whole life I have enjoyed exceptionally acute hearing in both volume and frequency range. Sadly, since my one infection during the last 5 years that I believe to be Covid, I suffered ongoing random occurrences of vertigo that would last for just 24 hours at a time. Immediately after one of those vertigo attacks a few months ago I awoke with sudden onset screaming tinnitus that has been with me ever since. Overnight I lost a lot of hearing range in the upper frequencies too. From hearing clearly up to 21khz to my hearing now falling off from 6khz and above. My audiologist confirmed that, anecdotally, there has been a massive increase in cases of tinnitus in people following Covid infections. It is and has never been 'just a cold'.
It saddens me so much that I can now no longer enjoy perfect peace and quiet.
I have other symptoms commonly found in 'Long Covid' too. I did so well to avoid infection only to get ill early last year.
Thank you all for your support, comments and favourites. They are all greatly appreciated.
Take care.
Welcome to New York! You can only wonder who decides what’s necessary noise and what isn’t, can’t you? Which in turn raises the question of subjectivity and objectivity... and who’s to decide that?
An interesting philosophical debate, no doubt. But meanwhile, my simple mind was quite amused by the street sign, which I spotted in Bleecker Street, Greenwich Village – so here it is.
Before the spring Warbler invasion, Re-processed images I took in Brisbane, Australia in 2013 to remind me to go back!
Blues O Matic Beating The Drum,
have a look at the Drummer!
yes it is a Robot and he was really good :-) as the whole Band.
Indeed it wasn`t noise but loud and an very good Rockn Blues performance.
I liked it.
NOISE MAKER is the topic for Monday 11 September 2017, Group Our Daily Challenge
St. Andrew's Bay is one of those special places you remember forever. The sight, smell, and noise make for a wonderful experience.
This king penguin stands on a small rise, just above a glacial river. There are thousands of birds that line each side of the river all the way up to the lower reaches of the mountain.
(White) Noise
I was lucky to take photos of Boris as well. I have many that I love that are cinematic yet overall standard band photos. This one is the most abstract and I like it the best...probably because a different photographer might just delete it but I like the abstract quality of it and being engulfed in this. It has a very postmodern and cerebral feeling to me. I have a hard time giving up on photos like this.
Noise is also the name of one of Boris's albums and White Noise is, of course, the name of a book by Don DeLillo.
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Waterfalls of the Bolshoy Rufabgo stream are a cascade of waterfalls in the Maykop district of Adygea (Russia), 2 km from the village of Kamennomostsky, upstream of the Belaya river.
Waterfall "Noise" is located to the left of the trail, it meets guests and escorts. This is a high and beautiful waterfall that will never tire of pleasing visitors to the gorge.