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I was watching these black swans which are now a regular feature on the River Itchen. The one on the left appeared to be swimming fast to catch up the other three. It turns out that for whatever reason he was out to pick a fight and so they all took off. I wasn't really ready for that but this story fits the speedy theme.
119 in 2019 #94
Fan BingBing or respectfully BingBing Fan as restyled and repainted by Noel Cruz.
范冰冰 Fan is on IMDB at www.imdb.com/name/nm1549063/ on Instagram at www.instagram.com/bingbing_fan/ and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/bingbingfan0916/.
范冰冰 Fan is in a dress for fashion royalty , Poppy Parker, Silkstone Barbie, fr2 , 12'' Fashion Doll by Rimdolll www.etsy.com/shop/Rimdoll on ETSY
In a diorama by ETSY seller Chinese Catin Old Time (www.etsy.com/shop/ChineseCatinOldTimes).
Photos by Steve McKinnis of stevemckinnis.com
Pretty jacket on and off. One of the great joys of being a woman is the ability to combine different articles of clothing to produce different looks and moods. And of course some of us love posing too.......
Poor Mr. Purple Finch was scared off the Caitlin's Picnic Table by the Male Hairy Woodpecker. Here he sits on the hanger for the bird feeder on post giving the Hairy Woodpecker the look that could be interpreted to mean "are you soon going to leave?"
Canon EOS RP with an EF to RP adapter and a Canon EF 70-200mm f/2.8L IS lens and processed in Lightroom Classic.
I want to thank you for taking the time to visit my little space here on Flickr.
While basking in the sun, this bluejay shows off by spreading its wings displaying its beautiful blue colour.
A para-glider takes off from the summit of Elk Mtn. in Chilliwack a few weeks ago. Mt. Baker can be seen in the background and a thick haze of smoke from burn-piles below covers the Chilliwack Valley.
It was so funny to see two female Merganzers hanging around a large group of Mallards and getting quite snippy when they felt too crowded!!! Usually when Merganzers get one look at you they take off asap, but these two were just part of the crowd!
Best in lightbox view.
I was probably asking for it and got what I deserved. The weather forecast was for heavy rain, but I was determined to get some fresh air and feel I had been somewhere.
And so I set off from the base of Mam Tor, along the Great Ridge towards Back Tor, a bit of a sticky up nipple with a tree on it in the distance.
I set off up a sheep path up the side of the hill. It wiggled in and out along the contour line but walking across the slope of the wet hillside it was inevitably slippy and within the first couple of hundred yards I had ended up sat in the mud twice. But I plodded on through the drizzle which became rain and then heavy rain. I ended up battening down the hatches and pulled the drawstring toggles on my Berghaus hood tight around my face as the rain developed into sleet as I headed across the exposed top.
But Back Tor looked enticing as the mist/cloud/fog encirled the base leaving the tree topped promontory isolated against the sky. The weather made the walk pretty grim for me and I took this shot as the sleet came down. In the end there was nothing special to see and having got to the top I turned round for the journey back, aiming for a lower path along the side of the ridge. The weather continued to be cold and miserable and the hillside slippy and wet. But apart from encountering regular clumps of sodden tissue the return journey proved easier until:
The track came to a small dark wood. I guess there isn't much light in there when the trees have their leaves in warmer seasons. So there was just a thin mulch of rotted leaves on top of the rain soaked bare clay earth. If other parts of the walk had been treacherous then this was far worse and I took care to find every little bit of grip I could as I went down. It wasn't elegant. I slipped and fell several more times cursing the mountain bikers who have churned everything into a foetid black slurry. My left foot was giving me some grief, complaining that the horrible black stuff was leaking into my boot. But I made it to the other side where the path sank down into a fenced corner with a stile. From above I could see it was a quagmire.
I hesitated. I didn't want to go down there. I looked up the hillside slope above me and saw that there appeared to be a route higher up and another stile. Right, up we go. It was only about twenty yards up the earthy bank. But it was greasy and brown, oozing dark water in places. It was smooth, no foot steps, hollows into which to put my feet. I went up, one step at a time, testing each foot hold. So many just had no hold and as soon a I shifted weight on to the 'holding' foot it would start to slip down hill on the wet clay soil. I made it up a couple of yards before misjudging my grip and then sliding back down into the mire at the bottom. Again I tried. Same again. It was so exhausting. And so filthy. I was beginning to give up any hope of getting up when I gave it another go. This time I made it almost to the top and stood upright for a moment to catch my breath. And then felt my left foot started to slide so I shifted my weight more on to my right leg, and that foot started to slide. As I started to accelerate (curse my forefather for discovering gravity) I lost my balance and fell to my knees and then on to all fours so that I slid even faster down the mud, the black shit even filling the inside of my coat sleeves. I slid all the way down with the grace of a wallowing hippopotamus down into the filth at the bottom. Some how I had rolled over too so I was coated in thick claggy mud from my chest down to where my legs went into my boots. front and back, my arse full of cold brown stuff too. What a mess! My heart sank. How would I ever get out of there, stuck in a mud pit? No one else around to rescue me! Eventually I made it, grabbing the sparcely spread prickly holly bushes and using my hands thrust down into the mud up to my wrists as land anchors to help me hold position on the slope. I imagined someone in the nearby house howling with laughter behind the bedroom window as they filmed me with their phone, try, try try again and again to get up the slope. Afterwards I wanted to get a shot with my phone too showing all the gouges and boot marks on the slope where I had slid down so many times, but my hands were so muddy I knew I wouldn't be able to make the touchscreen work.
Eventually over the stile I lay down in some rough wet grass to wash some of the mud off. Further on, I saw a large puddle and wondered if I should strip off and bathe in it. But I know you would have wanted photos of that. Just as proof of the story. Besides, the brown water wouldn't have been deep enough to cover my modesty (is that what it's called?)
When I eventually got there, I was so glad to make it back to my car and a warming cup of coffee. Dumping my back pack and filthy coat in the boot with a less than happy looking Darcy, I looked down at my totally sodden and caked trousers. I couldn't possibly get in the car like that. But I had no change of clothes. Or did I? Oh yes! I had a full set! No forget it. No way was I wearing soggy brown stained boxer shorts and a penguin costume all the way home! (You would have wanted pictures of that too you sick bunch!)
Rarely has a very hot bath back at home felt quite so good! With a picnic of home made egg mayonnaise sandwiches and slabs of Melton Mowbray pork pie. Here's a happy tune. If you haven't heard of Skerryvore they are pretty good for a Teuchter band www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbDn7PNM0F4
Volunteers and workers strapping down the hot air balloon gondola before the full lift off. The hot air balloon in it's final stage of lift off, volunteers seen grounding the gondola to ensure enough lift for a vertical lift off, avoiding nearby balloons.
My third roll of film shot at the secure grounds. A close shot with the Pentax 67. A recent events at the Putrajaya First Hot Air Balloon Festival , held at Precinct 2, Putrajaya Core Island. The late evening sun casting long shadows for the events...a dramatic sight, and an exciting event.
PENTAX 67, Pentax SMC 105mm F2.4, Fujifilm Neopan 100, Self-Development, Ilfotec LC29, 1/19th Dilution, 8 min, Wide open
Playing with new HDR software. Maybe i should have called this off the hook!
Please view large
According to the software this is eye catching mode. Would value any opinions please
Free trial download available here www.mediachance.com/download.htm#dynamicphoto
A blue heron taking off from one of the lakes(ponds) in Phoenix just north of the zoo. Even though it is desert , if there are fish to be had the avian fishermen will be there.
The model depicts a spaceship taking off.
This MOC was built for Space Jam 2021 12x12 Vignette category.
Soli Deo Gloria!
For a while now I've wanted to try cross processing my film. I was given some lomography 120 slide film for Christmas so I thought this was the perfect opportunity. So I had this roll of slide film developed in the chemicals meant for regular negative film, hence the funky colors. I think it makes for an interesting look.
A Great Egret Ardea alba taking to the air at Ham Wall RSPB, Somerset Levels. This area is where this species first bred in Britain in 2012 and the core of the developing British breeding population.
While driving down a country road in west Ottawa I spotted a small, unusual white 'bump' just sticking up from a clump of corn stalks about 50 meters (160 feet) into the field. A check with binoculars confirmed my guess.
It was a VERY cold, windy morning but I waited this bird out from a distance at the roadside. It had been actively scanning the surrounding field.
Finally it took off. The wind was to my advantage as it was blowing hard from over my right shoulder so the owl took off into the wind and partially facing me.
Image created on January 6, 2019 in Ottawa, Ontario and cropped for composition.
A brown pelican at its lift off from a pier in western Florida.
Brown pelicans are quite common at this area.
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