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Back from a recent trip to Acadia National Park. Here in Southern NJ, the rocky coastline is nonexistent, so Acadia's rocky coast was a real treat!
This adorable little guy was very focused and trying his best to look fierce, as if he would pounce on (nonexistent) prey at any moment :-) I think he was showing off for the crowd!
I loved looking at his furry, over-sized paws...one day he will "grow into" them!
In the era of Detroit’s Iron Age, hitting a wall meant the wall collapsed and your car drove away with a minor ding. Today, hitting a shopping cart leaves your car in an expensive puddle of plastic chips.
Safety was practically nonexistent when these rolling fortresses ruled the road. "Child safety" simply meant your mom throwing her right arm across your chest the moment she hit the brakes. Now, modern cars aggressively beep, flash lights, and slam on the brakes because they caught a glimpse of a tumbling plastic bag two blocks away.
This 1951 Chevrolet Styleline Deluxe lacked cup holders, Bluetooth, cameras and sensors, but a cigarette ashtray came standard, no extra charge.
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[Imagination] is best fed by reality, an odd diet for something nonexistent; there are few details of daily life and its broad range of emotional context that can't be transformed into food for the imagination."
Patricia McKillip
On October 27th, 2022 work to replace the 100 year old Santa Fe Semaphores were still primarily in it's primitive stages. Less is some places, more so in others. But signs at the West End of Ojita Siding were rather minimal. No new replacements are yet standing.
The work is mostly irrelevant to the daily passing of Amtrak's Southwest Chief, barring another temperamental mechanical failure impeding the train's on time performance. These happen when parts are nonexistent on technology long past it's due date.
The upgrading and replacement of these signals would reduce the likeliness of unnecessary tardiness between multiple station stops in New Mexico. The clock finally struck midnight a few weeks later.
Amtrak's eastbound Southwest Chief No.4 is closing in on it's next station stop at Las Vegas, NM., splitting the semaphores protecting the West end of Ojita siding, at Ojita, NM.
Along for the ride, presumably for contract work at the Amtrak Beech Grove shops in Indiana, a few Metrolink commuter bilevels fill out the front of today's extended train consist.
Despite the extra tonnage, the 2 Amtrak engines will have little trouble climbing up and over the steep grades of Raton Pass into Colorado for points eastward onto Chicago.
Ce jeune le torse bombé, montre sa satisfaction après la becquée.
Est une espèce de petits passereaux partiellement migratrice très répandue, de la famille des Muscicapidés. On l'appelle également rossignol des murailles ou queue rousse.
Adulte, le rougequeue noir mesure environ 14 cm de long et 25 cm d'envergure, et pèse de 14 à 20 g. Ils sont très protecteurs envers leur famille. La femelle est plus terne que le mâle, avec un plumage uniforme gris-brun cendré, le roux est inexistant chez elle. Sa poitrine grisâtre est légèrement striée de foncé.
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Is a species of small migrating partially migrating passerine, of the family Muscicapidae. It is also called the nightingale of the walls or red tail. As an adult, the black redstart is about 14 cm long and 25 cm wide, and weighs 14 to 20 g. They are very protective of their families. The female is duller than the male, with uniform gray-brown ash plumage, the roux is nonexistent in her. Its grayish breast is slightly streaked with dark.
and it learned not to see nonexistent things which, hitherto, it had seen so clearly :-)
Paul Valery
HGGT! Happy Thanksgiving! Peace Now!
paesia scaberula, scented lace fern, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
Finally!
This has been my nemesis grebe for many years: occasional shots, nothing as close or detailed as I would like.
Finally I found one in my area - an uncommon occurrence - and was able to slip down a rocky embankment while it dived, to be sitting at the water's edge when it surfaced. The mid-morning light was a little harsh. But there it was, almost full-frame, so I'm not complaining. The Cornell Lab website shows this bird as nonexistent in my area - not even along its migration route.
But there it was.
Because the sun was so high, of my 200 frames (approximately) only a dozen had a catch light in the eye. So it goes. (I don't add artificial, digital catch lights. It's easily done; no one would know they were fake. Except me.)
Photographed at Huff Lake, near Val Marie, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2025 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
The adult humpback whale is generally 14–15 m (46–49 ft) long, though individuals up to 16–17 m (52–56 ft) long have been recorded. Females are usually 1–1.5 m (3 ft 3 in – 4 ft 11 in) longer than males.
The species can reach body masses of 40 metric tons (44 short tons). The longest recorded lengths were 17.4 m (57 ft) for a male and 18.6 m (61 ft) for a female. However, records for humpback whales measuring 17–18 m (56–59 ft) are considered unlikely.
Calves are born at around 4.3 m (14 ft) long with a mass of 680 kg (1,500 lb). The species has a bulky body with a thin rostrum and proportionally long flippers, each around one-third of its body length.
It has a short dorsal fin that varies from nearly nonexistent to somewhat long and curved. Like other rorquals, the humpback has grooves between the tip of the lower jaw and the navel.
The grooves are relatively few in number in this species, ranging from 14 to 35. The upper jaw is lined with baleen plates, which number 540–800 in total and are black in color.
This image was taken in the Inside Passage, inbetween Vancouver Island and the mainland of Canada
You know, say what you want about Pentax autofocus—erratic, nonexistent, whimsical—my K-5 did beautiful smudgy things with light that I love coming back to
Est une espèce de petits passereaux partiellement migratrice très répandue, de la famille des Muscicapidés. On l'appelle également rossignol des murailles ou queue rousse.
Adulte, le rougequeue noir mesure environ 14 cm de long et 25 cm d'envergure, et pèse de 14 à 20 g. Ils sont très protecteurs envers leur famille. La femelle est plus terne que le mâle, avec un plumage uniforme gris-brun cendré, le roux est inexistant chez elle. Sa poitrine grisâtre est légèrement striée de foncé.
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Is a species of small migrating partially migrating passerine, of the family Muscicapidae. It is also called the nightingale of the walls or red tail. As an adult, the black redstart is about 14 cm long and 25 cm wide, and weighs 14 to 20 g. They are very protective of their families. The female is duller than the male, with uniform gray-brown ash plumage, the roux is nonexistent in her. Its grayish breast is slightly streaked with dark.
Zanda Earth Forest (or Zanda Tulin). Zanda County, Ngari Prefecture, Xizang Autonomous Region, China. March 2022.
Squonk - Genesis / A Trick of the Tail, 1976
Now listen here, listen to me, don't you run away now. I am a friend, I'd really like to play with you, making noises my little furry friend would make. I'll trick him, then I'll kick him into my sack. You better watch out, you better watch out. I've got you, I've got you, you'll never get away. Walking home that night, the sack across my back, the sound of sobbing on my shoulder, when suddenly it stopped. I opened up the sack, all that I had a pool of bubbles and tears, just a pool of tears. Just a pool of tears. All in all you are a very dying race, placing trust upon a cruel world. You never had the things you thought you should have had and you'll not get them now. And all the while in perfect time... your tears are falling on the ground.
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When I heard the Genesis album "A Trick of the Tail," I didn't understand the song "Squonk." I didn't understand what it was explaining exactly, or who the song was referring to. The neuron that fires in my brain to do something I enjoy, which is something like musical archaeology, disconnected for some reason. It stopped making synapses in my neural system, and I did nothing to find out what this song explained. A few years later, I became interested in a strange website called the Internet Archive, also known as archive.org for its internet address. This kind of digital internet library or website is established as a non-profit organization and is operated thanks to the efforts of people who volunteer their free time to make this website work. Explaining what the Internet Archive is isn't easy. It's an organization and a website that advocates for a free and open Internet, for the free flow of information, offering free access to collections of digitized materials, software applications, music, audiovisual materials, books, printed materials, and much more. It's especially important to websites that are closing and contain old digital material that would otherwise be lost. They try to preserve Internet content in this way, functioning as a "backup" of the Internet, making it possible to recover and view web pages that have disappeared or been deleted, thus eliminating the information they contained. It's a free, open library accessible to everyone. Its objective is to preserve human culture and knowledge. It's easy to get lost in it given the vast amount of information and materials available. You often search and get lost among so much material and find things you don't even know what they're for, or you find things that surprise you. You can even find software for your first Amstrad or Atari computer, which you bought in the 1990s. I highly recommend it. Here are the updated figures from Wikipedia about what you can find on the Internet Archive: 46 million printed materials, 15 million videos, 1.3 million software programs, 14 million audio files, 5.3 million images, 279,660 concerts, and more than 946 billion web pages in its Wayback Machine (a database containing copies of a huge number of Internet pages or sites). Does that seem like too little to you? Or do you think it's a place worth diving into to search and find the strangest things you can think of or look for? It's a kind of "grandmother's trunk" that holds everything. And it's the books section that I think is the best organized, where you can find books that no longer exist, that aren't published, or that you wouldn't even find in your local municipal library. There are millions of digitized books, where I've even found books that are impossible to find elsewhere. One day, while searching the book section, I accidentally found a book by Cox titled "Fearsome Creatures of the Lumberwoods, With a Few Desert and Mountain Beasts." The book is like a fantasy field guide written in 1910 by William Thomas Cox. It's a book about legendary and strange creatures that are part of the legends of the forests of the United States and Canada, and especially of Pennsylvania. As field guides do with their scientific names, Cox's book includes the Latin nomenclature of the strange being (I imagine invented by Cox), its habitat, morphology, customs, and behaviors. If you decide to read it, keep one important thing in mind. You won't find a literary gem, for the simple reason that Cox only wrote two or three books in his life. Cox wasn't a writer; he was a forester, a person who dedicated himself to the cultivation and care of forests. But that is precisely his great merit, as, not a writer, but a forester, he wrote a book of legends about strange beings that is so interesting to read. You can find the book for free on the Internet Archive. It was while reading this book that I came across a chapter where it talks about a strange being, a legend... the legend of the Squonk, and I remembered the Genesis song, the meaning of which I hadn't understood. Reading this chapter, I managed to understand the song. Rather than describing what a Squonk is, I'll give you an excerpt from Cox's book, so you can perhaps better understand the lyrics of Genesis's Squonk song.
Squonk (Lacrimacorpus dissolvens.)
[...] The squonk is very shy in nature and generally travels near dusk or dawn. Because of its maladjusted skin, which is covered with warts and moles, it is always sad; in fact, it is said, by those better qualified to judge, to be the most morbid of beasts. Hunters who are good at tracking are able to follow a squonk by its tear-stained trail, for the animal weeps constantly. When cornered and escape seems impossible, or when surprised and frightened, it may even dissolve itself in tears. Squonk hunters are most successful on very cold, moonlit nights, when tears fall slowly and the animal does not like to come out; it can be heard crying beneath the branches of the dark hemlock trees. Mr. J. P. Wentling, formerly of Pennsylvania, who moved to Minnesota, had a failed experience with a squonk near Monte Alto. He planned a clever capture by tricking a squonk into jumping into a satchel he was carrying home, when suddenly the load lightened and the tears stopped. Wentling opened the satchel and looked inside. There was nothing there except a pool of tears.
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In the Xizang Autonomous Region of China, there are so-called "tulins" or earth forests.. These are geological formations that resemble forests due to their shapes created by erosion. The best known is the Zanda Forest in Ngari Prefecture, where the largest Tertiary layer of earth forests or geologic forests in the world is found. These are important geological information for understanding the evolution of our planet. They are partly similar to the Yadan, but have a structure and formation more similar to the Badlands due to their sedimentary stratification and deep gullies and ravines. In any case, all these types of geological landscapes have in common: aridity and the absence of life. There are no plants or animals, or they are practically nonexistent except for the occasional "clueless" scorpion. They are inhospitable lands, barren lands with little life. Perhaps that's why there was no way to find a Squonk in Zanda. He must have felt too sad and scared, faced with so much loneliness, aridity, and the absence of life, walking alone at twilight in a strange and gloomy place. Possibly the sadness generated by such an inhospitable place made him start to cry, and as the legend of the Squonk says... he disappeared due to that ability that Squonks have to dissolve into their own tears when they are cornered, scared, or sad. We'll have to go somewhere else to find a Squonk, perhaps in... Los Endos. Los Endos sounds like a word reminiscent of a Mexican border town. A small Mexican town that is a refuge for an evil band of outlaws who have the entire population terrified and scared. There is no life or people in the streets; everyone is kept indoors, fearful. A place with a name typical of a spaghetti western film plot shot in Almería in the Tabernas Desert and with a soundtrack by Ennio Morricone. Soon John Wayne will appear, who always fixes everything. The word and the song Los Endos by Génesis mean nothing; it has no translation. They simply tried to use the term "End" to title the last song on the album, "A Trick of the Tail." It could be something like Spanishifying the term "End." Surely Los Endos are somewhere where the world ends, where no one has gone, where our lost Squonk cries... at the end of the world. We'll have to go find our Squonk at... Los Endos.
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PS: If you ever get lost in life, don't hesitate to visit archive.org/. There... you're sure to find yourself... and you'll surely be in your corresponding section... well classified and labeled...
As the tide continues to rise slowly to my right, the Sun peaks over the rocks and illuminates the rocks and tiny pools of water. I stayed a bit longer to see how the Sun would look at the height of the tower but it was too harsh at that point and what cloud cover that remained was nonexistent. Another sunrise enjoyed!
Un po' dello stretto di Messina, un po' di Vulcano, il mare e le navi da crociera al largo di Sorrento con l'aggiunta dei gabbiani e una barchetta.
this photo appears in the frame when you try to photograph the wavy sea that the lights of the city life glide over on and pass by in a moving ferry at night.
Ventana Wilderness - A hopeful sapling, growing up against the burned bark of a tree that died in the Soberanes fire (2016). So much of this trip was about bearing witness to the immensity of destruction wrought by wildfires, and how nature struggles to recover for decades or centuries after they leave the headlines. In some places, the young growth amidst charcoal felt hopeful, but in many others, this was not the case - old growth does not recover so quickly, and mammals were virtually nonexistent on this trip. Sobering to see it up close.
I've had to rename one of my favorite canyons from Cowpie Canyon to Clear Cut Canyon. My last trip down was decorated with cow pies and could only be navigated through cow trails tromped through dense underbrush. On my most recent trek, I was allowed to walk unimpeded by brush and stickers from the numerous flash floods that have ravaged the area. The deep, fast-moving waters flushed the canyon floor of dried vegetation and any other unattached materials and wrapped fallen tree limbs and mud around the standing cottonwoods. This scene is usually populated with bullrush and willows which are now nonexistent, leaving a slow moving, silty-orange stream.
Est une espèce de petits passereaux partiellement migratrice très répandue, de la famille des Muscicapidés. On l'appelle également rossignol des murailles ou queue rousse.
Adulte, le rougequeue noir mesure environ 14 cm de long et 25 cm d'envergure, et pèse de 14 à 20 g. Ils sont très protecteurs envers leur famille. La femelle est plus terne que le mâle, avec un plumage uniforme gris-brun cendré, le roux est inexistant chez elle. Sa poitrine grisâtre est légèrement striée de foncé.
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Is a species of small migrating partially migrating passerine, of the family Muscicapidae. It is also called the nightingale of the walls or red tail.
As an adult, the black redstart is about 14 cm long and 25 cm wide, and weighs 14 to 20 g. They are very protective of their families. The female is duller than the male, with uniform gray-brown ash plumage, the roux is nonexistent in her. Its grayish breast is slightly streaked with dark.
An 86 car eastbound Santa Fe manifest rolls past the passing track at Levy, New Mexico. While freights were scarce at this time, they have since become nonexistent.
During my school years in Paris, on my way to the Lycee Carnot, I would stop by the Church of St. Charles of Monceau for two or three minutes. And always, in this huge, dark church, at one of the altars, a silent Mass was being said. . . . Sometimes I think of the contrast: a noisy, proletarian rue Legendre . . . and this never-changing Mass—one step, and one is in a totally different world. This contrast somehow determined in my religious experience the intuition that has never left me: the coexistence of two heterogeneous worlds, the presence in this world of something absolutely and totally “other.” This “other” illumines everything, in one way or another. Everything is related to it—the Church as the Kingdom of God among and inside us. For me, rue Legendre never became unnecessary, or hostile, or nonexistent—hence my aversion to pure “spiritualism.” On the contrary, the street, as it was, acquired a new charm that was understandable and obvious only to me, who knew at that moment the Presence, the feast revealed in the Mass nearby. Everything became alive, intriguing: every storefront window, the face of every person I met, the concrete, tangible feeling of that moment, the relationship between the street, the weather, the houses, the people…
… This experience remains with me forever: a very strong sense of “life” in its physical, bodily reality, in the uniqueness of every minute and of its correlations with life’s reality. At the same time, this interest has always been rooted solely in the correlation of all of this with what the silent Mass was a witness to and reminder of, the presence and the joy. What is that correlation? It seems to me that I am quite unable to explain and determine it, although it is actually the only thing that I talk and write about (“liturgical theology”). . . . This correlation is a tie, not an idea; an experience. It is the experience of the world and life literally in the light of the Kingdom of God.
-Schmemann, Journals, 19–20.
Second overnight.
(Pernocte Población Huayllajara).
Ecotourism can be defined in a variety of ways, but broadly it is travel that has the object of enjoying features of what is seen as the natural, beautiful, and exotic environment. Main themes of ecotourism also involve sustainable activities and behavior that results in minimal negative consequences for the environment.
Until recently, tourist activity in the park has been relatively nonexistent. The park is located far from any urban centers, and surrounded by mostly undeveloped land lacking infrastructure.
However, a focus area for the co-administrative management committee is the creation of sustainable and responsible income-generating practices.
The Sunday before last the conditions were perfect for photography. Winds were calm to nonexistent. There were enough clouds to color the light, but not so many as to block the light. Best of all, the stilts and avocets were cooperative. This black-necked stilt even scribed a Greek letter in water drops.
The engineer and conductor aboard Trona Railway 2005 (ex-SP 8541) prepare to couple onto coal loads to take into town. Unfortunately, they would ultimately spend a few hours trying to get the dynamic brakes to engage on two of their four units ensuring photographic opportunities of their return trip were nonexistent.
For Andrea, pre sunrise view of Mt Fuji, with moving traffic. Yamanako lake, Japan.
The drivers of the cars were confused because I was taking photos, they hesitated, slowed down, and drove on, what the hell was this gaijin (foreigner) taking photos of behind the road??. The traffic on that road at that hour is almost nonexistent, and I was lucky to have 2 cars going in opposite diresctions.
Eurovelo is a project of the european cyclists federation to develop 12 long distance cycle routes across europe. The total length of the network is greater than 60.000 km, of which more than a third has already been implemented. 30 illustrators from around the world decided not to wait for the roadwork to be completed, producing a map that brings the remaining nonexistent routes to life.
The giant map of europe was made by the 30 illustrators and was shown in a big exposition.
ohrannikspravoknedaet.com
Pressing the literal final minutes of high sun, Westbound BNSF local L CHI1041 29A takes a good-sized train from the 'Burg up to Barstow, Illinois, chugging down the main at the nearly nonexistent "town" of Warner, Illinois. A babbling, twisting Mosquito Creek follows the siding in this hilly area of the Barstow Sub. which is perfect for quadcopter access.
A spectacular clear night, but I found myself in a place that lacked any prominent landscape features. What to do, what to do... I got out a pocket LED light and flashed the road ahead. A crude technique compared with the truly skilled night photographers on Flickr who use Lume Cubes and other light panels to subtly illuminate their night scenes. But it captures the feeling of being out there in a vast nothingness, I think.
Grasslands Park is an official Dark Sky Preserve. The distant lights, just over the horizon, are ranch houses situated just outside the park boundary; one of these bright spots may be the park campground, where some campers insist on floodlighting their campsites. Maybe the dark sky intimidates them.
These lights look brighter than they did in real life, where they were so faint and distant as to be nearly nonexistent. The bright "star" to the left of the Milky Way and directly above the road is the planet Jupiter; just to its left is Saturn.
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2020 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Panamint Valley, Death Valley National Park.
We pulled over for some great light, and three of our clients drove right past us (the three vehicles in front of us here), so we had to chase them for a few miles.
Cellular and data service has been nearly nonexistent on our visits to Death Valley this year, so we couldn't allow them to get separated from us.
Est une espèce de petits passereaux partiellement migratrice très répandue, de la famille des Muscicapidés. On l'appelle également rossignol des murailles ou queue rousse.
Adulte, le rougequeue noir mesure environ 14 cm de long et 25 cm d'envergure, et pèse de 14 à 20 g. Ils sont très protecteurs envers leur famille. La femelle est plus terne que le mâle, avec un plumage uniforme gris-brun cendré, le roux est inexistant chez elle. Sa poitrine grisâtre est légèrement striée de foncé.
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Is a species of small migrating partially migrating passerine, of the family Muscicapidae. It is also called the nightingale of the walls or red tail.
As an adult, the black redstart is about 14 cm long and 25 cm wide, and weighs 14 to 20 g. They are very protective of their families. The female is duller than the male, with uniform gray-brown ash plumage, the roux is nonexistent in her. Its grayish breast is slightly streaked with dark.
Lange Reisezüge sind im Bereich der ŽRS, welche den Eisenbahnverkehr in der bosnischen Republik Srpska abwickelt, quasi nicht anzutreffen. Die meisten Regionalzüge bestehen aus zwei Reisezugwagen. Eine kurzfristige Info ergab, dass am Vormittag des 13.07.2025 der B15201 von Prag nach Banja Luka an der Landegrenze aufschlagen sollte. Im kroatischen System tauchte der Zug auf und war bis auf wenige Minuten pünktlich. Also wurde ein Motiv gesucht und kurz nach der Grenze gefunden. Der Grenzaufenthalt des Zuges bescherte ihm aber dann aber doch eine gute Stunde Verspätung. 441-004 war für die Beförderungen des von Vlakfest organisierten Zuges zuständig.
Long-distance passenger trains are virtually nonexistent in the area served by ŽRS, the railway company that operates in Republika Srpska, Bosnia and Herzegovina. Most regional trains consist of two passenger cars. A last-minute update revealed that on the morning of July 13, 2025, train B15201 from Prague to Banja Luka was scheduled to arrive at the border. The train appeared in the Croatian timetable and was running almost on time. A suitable photo opportunity was sought and found shortly after the border. However, the train's stop at the border resulted in a delay of over an hour. Locomotive 441-004 was responsible for operating the train, which was organized by Vlakfest.
As farmers used a dry day to harvest their fields, the Reading unit passes by leading NS intermodal train #217 west to Chicago as it slows for a meet at Old Fort, OH on the former NKP main. Nice weekends this fall have been nonexistent, so was happy to break cabin fever for to see this guy and the previous train an hour earlier, the L11.
TYRANNICAL regimes’ ugliness can be covered under a white blanket of snow: A superficial lustre of ostensible happiness and laughter conceals Slavery in broad daylight, allowing monstrous rulers to create an illusion of normality. Tyrants are happy whenever the stormy weather hinders or impedes the protest marches.
The people are unwilling or afraid to criticize the widespread logical fallacies powdered by something as immaculate as snow flakes, or the fallacies enforced by millions’ worth of mighty propaganda. Lips are too frozen stiff (or scared) to speak out about the (nonexistent) emperor’s new clothes.
Hold on, free souls: The snow can and will melt exposing the tyrant bare, without anything on, soon, real soon!
Gestern hatte ich eine schöne Endeckung. Erst dachte ich ein Blaupfeil, und habe mich gefreut, dass er mal nicht so unattraktiv auf dem Boden sitzt sondern schön im Grünen hängt. Als ich näher kam dachte ich, der sieht aber irgendwie anders aus. Ich hatte so eine Libelle noch nie gesehen, denn im Großraum Hamburg kommt diese Art so gut wie gar nicht vor und ich hab mich natürlich riesig gefreut.
Yesterday I had a wonderful encounter. At first I thought it was a Black-tailed Skimmer, and I was happy to see it not sitting unattractively on the ground, but hanging beautifully in the greens. As I got closer, I thought, “But it looks kind of different.” I’d never seen a dragonfly like this before, because this species is virtually nonexistent in the greater Hamburg area, and of course I was very delighted.