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Prusik Peak in early morning fog as seen from Leprechaun Lake. Enchantments, Alpine Lakes Wilderness, Washington, USA.
On October 15th, 2005 I went backpacking for three days into the Enchantments, a beautiful area of lakes and mountains in the Alpine Lakes Wilderness. After 10 miles of hauling my camera and backpacking gear I arrived in the plateau of the Enchantments in a storm. The wind was blowing so hard that I spent an hour looking for a campsite that was somewhat sheltered. I couldn't sleep because the noise of the wind in the trees and on the rocks and since I was worried that my tent will break down.
The next morning the wind was gone. And fog had transformed the already beautiful landscape into a magical place. The bright yellow of the larches' needles covered the ground and was swimming in the lakes. It was completely silent. I did not meet anybody for the next two days. I was in a state of wonder. And graetful for being able to be in such a beautiful place and being able to photograph it!
Shot on Fuji Velvia 50 slide film using a Canon Eos-1. Scanned on Minolta Dimage Elite II Scanner. Minimal editing in Photoshop to adjust levels.
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In case you're wondering why this photo is in several "Favorites" pools: it had accumulated more than 200 favorites, when I screwed up and lost all of them by temporarily changing it to private...
Music: Big City Nights - Scorpions
When the daylight is falling down into the night
And the sharks try to cut a big piece out of life
It feels alright to go out to catch an outrageous thrill
But it's more like spinning wheels of fortune
Which never stand still
Big city, big city nights
You keep me burning
- Songwriters: Rudolf Schenker / Klaus Meine / Herman Rarebell
Photo Taken @ Somewhere else BKLYN
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.
Happy Solstice, Everyone!
Happy Sliders Sunday!
Needed to crank a lot of dials way over to get shadow detail against the sun, smooth out noise and maintain crispness. Time for a new camera in the post-Christmas sales?
© 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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a change of tack heres a topical one from 2018 , a corvid (JAY ) in flight .re-done in topaz de-noise Ai
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
Eurasian Jay (Garrulus glandarius)
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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 😊
Make a noise so I know you're there
Just a touch is enough for me my dear
– Gossling, Wild Love
Thanks as always to Evelyn Flint for the background!
Mary Stevens Park Stourbridge
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Muscovy Ducks (Cairina moschata) are one of the most distinct, ancient, and unusual waterfowl species on earth. Unlike almost all other domestic duck breeds, which are descended from the Mallard, Muscovies come from a completely separate lineage native to Central and South America.
Unique Physical Attributes
Facial Caruncles:
The most striking feature of a Muscovy is the bumpy, fleshy red skin around the eyes and bill. These function similarly to a turkey's wattle, protecting their faces and helping to dissipate heat in warm climates.
Tree-Perching Adaptations:
Muscovies are considered "perching ducks". They have uniquely strong claws on their webbed feet, allowing them to easily grip branches and roost high up in trees.
Massive Size Differences: T
hey exhibit extreme sexual dimorphism. Drakes (males) can weigh up to 15 pounds (6.8 kg) and are nearly double the size of hens (females), which typically stay around 6–8 pounds (2.7–3.6 kg).
Behavior & Environment
The "Quackless" Duck:
Muscovies are exceptionally quiet. They do not produce the classic loud quack associated with ducks. Instead, males make a low, breathy huffing or hissing noise, while females communicate with soft, melodic trills or coos.
Tail Wagging:
They display their emotions very visibly through body language. When they are happy, excited, or greeting a regular visitor, they will vigorously wag their large, flat tails like a dog.
Independent Mothers:
Female Muscovies have powerful maternal instincts and are known to be exceptional brooders. They will sit patiently through a 35-day incubation period (longer than the standard 28 days for most ducks) to hatch large clutches of 10 to 20 eggs.
Diet and Practical Value
Natural Pest Control:
Muscovies are prized by farmers and gardeners because they are voracious insect predators. They are highly effective at controlling populations of mosquitoes, flies, ticks, and grasshoppers.
Omnivorous Grazers:
Beyond bugs, they forage on grasses, seeds, roots, small fish, and reptiles. They generally spend less time swimming than other ducks, choosing to spend most of their day foraging on solid ground.
Culinary Use:
In culinary contexts, they are frequently referred to as Barbary ducks. Their meat is deeply valued for being exceptionally lean, dark red, and robustly flavored—often compared to beef or veal rather than traditional poultry
“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.
Before the spring Warbler invasion, Re-processed images I took in Brisbane, Australia in 2013 to remind me to go back!
didn't have ISO set correctly so a lot of noise in this photo..not too bad for handheld low light shot
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.
when i lived over 7th avenue in nyc i had rubber-lined curtains to block out the sound of local fire engines and the ongoing traffic. i probably tried a white noise machine too, i can't remember. anyway, my barn pictures are starting to put me to sleep. mid-winter somnambulating. too bad it doesn't work when i actually want to go to sleep.
Doug Harrop Photography • May 1973
Imagine of you will, the sound of two EMD SD45s, an SD45-2, and two Alco RSD-15 locomotives pulling a heavy Santa Fe train east through Woodford in California's Tehachapi Mountains.
Santa Fe 5551 East has ducked under California Hwy 58 and is less than a mile from the base of the legendary "Tehachapi Loop" at Walong.
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.
Hot Creek flows down from Mammoth Lakes and becomes geothermally heated as it mixes with another source. These steam effusions are the result of the ambient temp being below freezing in this case(23 F) and the flowing creek water being much warmer or even hot. There are periodic geysers as well that shoot 6ft straight up. People are no longer permitted to swim here as there have been 14 deaths in recent years.
This is a vertical pano with the DFA 90mm 2.8 Macro lens on the 645Z, composite image. The sky incorporates about 12 8-sec exposures, fed into Sequator and Star XTerminator for processing. Foreground uses 6 high ISO frames, median blended for noise reduction with some spot edits here and there.
Hope you like it!