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Or as this is an English Oak, ' Ye Olde Oake' 😃. Taken during a lovely walk in our local park, a few days ago. I hope you like it !
~Edited slightly in Topaz Studio~
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There's a new girl in town..
A mother duck checks on me through the bullrushes.
Was a wow moment to discover a completely different breed at the billabong two days ago.
She and hubby duck have moved their six teenagers in to the more secluded end, where abundant bullrushes and she-oake trees provide plenty of screening for privacy.
I worked so hard for this pic today !
Yet to be seen if they're just using it as a pitstop or they'll establish themselves and become permanent residents.
Have never seen Plumed Whistling-Ducks ever before.
(Anatidae Dendrocygna eytoni)
www.birdway.com.au/anatidae/plumed_whistling_duck/index.htm
The other Wood ducks are still around, but they don't bother with this area.
Sooc, no edits.
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Mother's Day here tomorrow
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Op 13 juni 2007 reden de treinstellen 605 017 + 605 010 van DB-Fernverkehr ten behoeve van de Parkstad Limburg en de Städte der Region Aachen, een extra trein van Aachen via Heerlen en Eindhoven naar Amsterdam RAI (en terug). Hier rijdt de trein op de heenweg door Roermond, gefotografeerd vanaf het viaduct Venloseweg.
Am 13. Juni 2007 fuhren die Triebzüge 605 017 + 605 010 von DB-Fernverkehr, behufs der Parkstad Limburg und die Städte der Region Aachen, einen Sonderzug von Aachen über Heerlen und Eindhoven nach Amsterdam RAI (und zurück). Hier fährt der Zug auf der Hnfahrt durch Roermond, fotografiert von der Brücke Venloseweg.
Op 13 juni 2007 reeje de treinsjtelle 605 017 + 605 010 van DB-Fernverkehr veur de Parkstad Limburg en de Städte der Region Aachen, eine extra trein van Oake euver Hearlder en Eindhoven noa Amsterdam RAI (en terök). Hier riejt de trein oppe haerwaeg door Remunj, gefotografeerd vanaaf ut viaduuc Vinlosewaeg.
Just Think..., this tree was growing when Henry The VIII was on the throne. Before William Shakespeare was born. Before Potatoes came to Britain. 500 years of survival.
Staffordshire Fungus Group Foray
Brankley Pastures SWT Staffordshire UKForay 15th October
2023
A fabulous outing.
Something I just found out.
Britain has more ancient Oaks than the rest of Europe combined. There are more than 200,000 Oaks over 300 hundred years old.
Just an experiment I had to try while up at Mono Lake a few months back. Took me several tries, and probably killed several thousand flies in the process, but it was worth it. Inspired by this little known photographer in Iceland.
Another post and run. I have the kids this morning and we're going to go Christmas shopping, maybe get me a tree, and then I have a wedding at 1. I'll spend too tomorrow commenting I promise.
Have a great weekend. It'll be warm and 80 today, so again, no white Christmas for us.
The telephone bells haven't been ringing in the call-box at Oake in Somerset for a while (it's full of books for lending/borrowing) but it has been given a festive 'topping-off' for Christmas.
Granite formations in the Silent City of Rocks, Cassia County, Idaho. Photographed in 665 nanometer infrared using an infrared modified Canon 20D and rendered in channel inverted, false color infrared.
Granite formations in the Silent City of Rocks, Cassia County, Idaho. Photographed in 665 nanometer infrared using an infrared modified Canon 20D and rendered in channel inverted, false color infrared.
Hdr from one raw file, converted in tiff 16 bits, generated and mapped with Photomatix
Trevignano, Bracciano's lake, Italy
Sunset on the lake
Annie Oakely - No damsel in distress.
A real Annie Oakely quote:
"I ain't afraid to love a man. I ain't afraid to shot him either."
Annie Oakley - Ninguna damisela en apuros.
Una cita real de Annie Oakley:
"No tengo miedo de amar a un hombre. Tampoco tengo miedo de dispararle".
City of Rocks, aka Silent City of Rocks, Cassia County, Idaho. The large boulders are Granitic Bornhardts and the rock making up the area is granitic rock of the Oligocene Almo pluton and Archean Green Creek Complex. -- Courtesy Wikipedia.
An historic part of Chesterfield near the Crooked Spire. The timber framed building is the Royal Oak Inn (also known as Royal Oake) with its origins C12, C16, with C18 additions, restored late C19. It's a Grade II* Listed Building. It's the oldest pub in Chesterfield.
There is a sign/plaque which reads:
The Royal Oak was built in the 12th Century. This is the oldest Inn in Chesterfield and one of the oldest in England. It was formally a rest house for the 'Knights Templar' in the years of 'The Holy Crusades'. Then through and after the medieval period it was used as two butchers shops and Inn accommodation. The earliest discovered records show it already being an Inn in 1722 A.D.
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No Group Banners, thanks.
by John Milton
HEnce vain deluding joyes,
The brood of folly without father bred,
How little you bested,
Or fill the fixed mind with all your toyes;
Dwell in som idle brain, [ 5 ]
And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess,
As thick and numberless
As the gay motes that people the Sun Beams,
Or likest hovering dreams
The fickle Pensioners of Morpheus train. [ 10 ]
But hail thou Goddes, sage and holy,
Hail divinest Melancholy,
Whose Saintly visage is too bright
To hit the Sense of human sight;
And therfore to our weaker view, [ 15 ]
Ore laid with black staid Wisdoms hue.
Black, but such as in esteem,
Prince Memnons sister might beseem,
Or that Starr'd Ethiope Queen that strove
To set her beauties praise above [ 20 ]
The Sea Nymphs, and their powers offended.
Yet thou art higher far descended,
Thee bright- hair'd Vesta long of yore,
To solitary Saturn bore;
His daughter she (in Saturns raign, [ 25 ]
Such mixture was not held a stain).
Oft in glimmering Bowres, and glades
He met her, and in secret shades
Of woody Ida's inmost grove,
While yet there was no fear of Jove. [ 30 ]
Com pensive Nun, devout and pure,
Sober, stedfast, and demure,
All in a robe of darkest grain,
Flowing with majestick train,
And sable stole of Cipres Lawn, [ 35 ]
Over thy decent shoulders drawn.
Com, but keep thy wonted state,
With eev'n step, and musing gate,
And looks commercing with the skies,
Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes: [ 40 ]
There held in holy passion still,
Forget thy self to Marble, till
With a sad Leaden downward cast,
Thou fix them on the earth as fast.
And joyn with thee calm Peace, and Quiet, [ 45 ]
Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet,
And hears the Muses in a ring,
Ay round about Joves Altar sing.
And adde to these retired leasure,
That in trim Gardens takes his pleasure; [ 50 ]
But first, and chiefest, with thee bring,
Him that yon soars on golden wing,
Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne,
The Cherub Contemplation,
And the mute Silence hist along, [ 55 ]
'Less Philomel will daign a Song,
In her sweetest, saddest plight,
Smoothing the rugged brow of night,
While Cynthia checks her Dragon yoke,
Gently o're th' accustom'd Oke; [ 60 ]
Sweet Bird that shunn'st the noise of folly,
Most musicall, most melancholy!
Thee Chauntress oft the Woods among,
I woo to hear thy eeven-Song;
And missing thee, I walk unseen [ 65 ]
On the dry smooth-shaven Green,
To behold the wandring Moon,
Riding neer her highest noon,
Like one that had bin led astray
Through the Heav'ns wide pathles way; [ 70 ]
And oft, as if her head she bow'd,
Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Oft on a Plat of rising ground,
I hear the far-off Curfeu sound,
Over som wide-water'd shoar, [ 75 ]
Swinging slow with sullen roar;
Or if the Ayr will not permit,
Som still removed place will fit,
Where glowing Embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, [ 80 ]
Far from all resort of mirth,
Save the Cricket on the hearth,
Or the Belmans drousie charm,
To bless the dores from nightly harm:
Or let my Lamp at midnight hour, [ 85 ]
Be seen in som high lonely Towr,
Where I may oft out-watch the Bear,
With thrice great Hermes, or unsphear
The spirit of Plato to unfold
What Worlds, or what vast Regions hold [ 90 ]
The immortal mind that hath forsook
Her mansion in this fleshly nook:
And of those Dæmons that are found
In fire, air, flood, or under ground,
Whose power hath a true consent [ 95 ]
With Planet, or with Element.
Som time let Gorgeous Tragedy
In Scepter'd Pall com sweeping by,
Presenting Thebs, or Pelops line,
Or the tale of Troy divine. [ 100 ]
Or what (though rare) of later age,
Ennobled hath the Buskind stage.
But, O sad Virgin, that thy power
Might raise Musæus from his bower,
Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing [ 105 ]
Such notes as warbled to the string,
Drew Iron tears down Pluto's cheek,
And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
Or call up him that left half told
The story of Cambuscan bold, [ 110 ]
Of Camball, and of Algarsife,
And who had Canace to wife,
That own'd the vertuous Ring and Glass,
And of the wondrous Hors of Brass,
On which the Tartar King did ride; [ 115 ]
And if ought els, great Bards beside,
In sage and solemn tunes have sung,
Of Turneys and of Trophies hung;
Of Forests, and inchantments drear,
Where more is meant then meets the ear. [ 120 ]
Thus night oft see me in thy pale career,
Till civil-suited Morn appeer,
Not trickt and frounc't as she was wont,
With the Attick Boy to hunt,
But Cherchef't in a comly Cloud, [ 125 ]
While rocking Winds are Piping loud,
Or usher'd with a shower still,
When the gust hath blown his fill,
Ending on the russling Leaves,
With minute drops from off the Eaves. [ 130 ]
And when the Sun begins to fling
His flaring beams, me Goddes bring
To arched walks of twilight groves,
And shadows brown that Sylvan loves
Of Pine, or monumental Oake, [ 135 ]
Where the rude Ax with heaved stroke,
Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt,
Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
There in close covert by som Brook,
Where no profaner eye may look, [ 140 ]
Hide me from Day's garish eie,
While the Bee with Honied thie,
That at her flowry work doth sing,
And the Waters murmuring
With such consort as they keep, [ 145 ]
Entice the dewy-feather'd Sleep;
And let som strange mysterious dream,
Wave at his Wings in Airy stream,
Of lively portrature display'd,
Softly on my eye-lids laid. [ 150 ]
And as I wake, sweet musick breath
Above, about, or underneath,
Sent by som spirit to mortals good,
Or th' unseen Genius of the Wood.
But let my due feet never fail, [ 155 ]
To walk the studious Cloysters pale,
And love the high embowed Roof,
With antick Pillars massy proof,
And storied Windows richly dight,
Casting a dimm religious light. [ 160 ]
There let the pealing Organ blow,
To the full voic'd Quire below,
In Service high, and Anthems cleer,
As may with sweetnes, through mine ear,
Dissolve me into extasies, [ 165 ]
And bring all Heav'n before mine eyes.
And may at last my weary age
Find out the peacefull hermitage,
The Hairy Gown and Mossy Cell,
Where I may sit and rightly spell, [ 170 ]
Of every Star that Heav'n doth shew,
And every Herb that sips the dew;
Till old experience do attain
To somthing like Prophetic strain.
These pleasures Melancholy give, [ 175 ]
And I with thee will choose to live.
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Granite formations in the Silent City of Rocks, Cassia County, Idaho. Photographed in 665 nanometer infrared using an infrared modified Canon 20D and rendered in channel inverted, false color infrared.
Tree Skiing Set I Location: Last Frontier Heliskiing
Photo Credit: Grant Gunderson
Josh Daiek popping pillows near Bell 2 Lodge, February 2015.
Sony Alpha 7 II, Sony 24-105mm f4
Developed in Adobe Photoshop CC
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OM 300mm f/4.5 (converted to Nikon F mount) through Metabones Q666 0.5x Speed Booster on Pentax Q7. 690mm "35mm equivalent" focal length at f/2.25
Alpine Set I Location: Last Frontier Heliskiing
Photo Credit: Grant Gunderson
Finding untracked snow has never been so easy.
Explore High #218
Wood shop at Oakley Plantation, West Feliciana Parish, near St. Francisville, Louisiana.
John James Audubon, known for his nautralist bird paintings, stayed at Oakley Plantation for 4 months in 1821 as a tutor to one of the planatation daughters, Eliza Pirrie. Audubon's salary was $70 monthly plus room and board for serving as a private tutor to the yound girl. After finishing lessons with Eliza each afternoon, Audubon had a few hours that he typicallly spent by walking the grounds and surrounding woods of Oakley Plantation. Audubon painted 32 of his famous bird paintings at the plantation that summer.
John James Audubon later returned to Feliciana Parish with his wife and son in order to teach drawing, music, and dance. Audobon once wrote "the dancing speculation fetched two thousand dollars; and with this capital and my wife's savings I was now able to foresee a successful issue to my great ornithological work." This work is now recognized as Audubon's famous Birds of America series. Several of his paintings can be viewed at Oakely Plantation.
The barrell on the side of the wood shop is a rain catcher. Found thoughout the grounds of Oakley plantation, water captured from these barrells was used as an to adjunct well water.
Heli Set I Location: Last Frontier Heliskiing
Photo Credit: Grant Gunderson
Lynsey Dyer, Josh Daiek and Paige Seabrooke making their way to the machine for an epic day of storm treeskiing.
This is one I did mid summer, underwater, of the Waterworld character Queen Amphritite. It had been quite a bit of planning as I handmade her costume and had a MUA for her black and gold face. It didn't turn out quite the way I had envisioned it but it was definitely a great learning experience to shoot something so elaborate underwater.
Model: Renée Oake
MUA: Maryellen Nault
Timber-framed houses with the first floor overhanging on a bressumer, at two levels. Two storeys and attics. The ground floor is fronted with weatherboarding, except No. 23, which is of painted brick. Plastered first floor. Tiled roofs. No. 23 has a half hipped gable with an attic window in it. One hipped dormer. Coved eaves cornice. Three sashes with glazing bars intact. Modern public house window on the ground floor of No. 23. The "Royal Albion" has the honour of being the oldest building in Maidstone - it is at least 500 years old and is a typical Kentish white weatherboarded property situated in the town centre next to the Fremlin Walk shopping centre, and close to the county museum and shops.
At this inn, General Fairfax took the surrender of the local Royalist troops in June 1648, with the last battle was in Havock Lane. The Royal Albion exhibits ghostly manifestations. these include ‘Haughty Ann’, the beautiful daughter of the proprietor who was courted by many. However, she spurned them all. She said she would remain a virgin rather than marry. Ann died of a fever and her ghost has returned looking for an eligible young man. It is also haunted by Martin Shotwood, who made another proprietor’s daughter, Sarah Oake, pregnant. He took flight from the "Royal Albion," leaving her distraught. She drowned herself, and he later hanged himself in remorse when he discovered what unhappy course she had taken. When Shotwood manifests, observers describe him as wearing a dark grey suit, with tears coursing down his cheeks. II Timber-framed houses with the first floor overhanging on a bressumer, at two levels. Two storeys and attics. The ground floor is fronted with weatherboarding, except No. 23, which is of painted brick. Plastered first floor. Tiled roofs. No. 23 has a half hipped gable with an attic window in it. One hipped dormer. Coved eaves cornice. Three sashes with glazing bars intact. Modern public house window on the ground floor of No. 23.
Overlooking the beaches in Kennebunk, the Narragansett By The Sea Condominiums began as a hotel of the same name and was built by John Curtis in 1905. Although one of twelve resort hotels constructed between 1879 and 1920, it is the only large resort hotel structure which predated 1940 and still remains. It stands on what is known as Oake's Neck, a rock promontory. The Narragansett was closed in 1979, sold by the Wentworth family, and converted to condominium units.
Built in 1871 from a nearby granite quarry, this lighthouse stands as a proud sentinel of our shores. The building was likely designed by either Oake or J.T. Neville, with D & T Stevenson, lighthouse engineers from Edinburgh, Scotland, advising, designing and supplying the original lighting apparatus. The company, named after the father and uncle of Robert Louis Stevenson, designed a number of lighthouses in the UK and Newfoundland, including the one at Ferryland
On July 26, 1871, Neville selected the location and work began soon after. Of granite construction and built by local workers, the building operated as a lighthouse from 1873 to the 1940s. The original light was a 4th order dioptric lit from sunset to sunrise at a height of 95 feet above sea level. It could be seen for 13 miles in clear weather.
There were six keepers over the approximately 70 years of the lighthouse's existence. They were: John A. Roberts, John Cook, Bruce Cook, Philip Hatcher, James Skinner and again Philip Hatcher. Hatcher was the last keeper to serve at the lighthouse.
Tree Skiing Set I Location: Last Frontier Heliskiing
Photo Credit: Grant Gunderson
Lynsey Dyer, Josh Daiek and Paige Seabrooke ripping the trees in February 2015.