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I admit. I swiped a couple of these from the hubs, So he decided to keep a tally. I did NOT take one though the tally says 7 and there are only 6.
Mine, all Mine. 120 Pictures in 2020
Colorado Shakespeare Festival 2012 performance of Noises Off at the University of Colorado Boulder. (Photo by Casey A. Cass/University of Colorado)
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Young woman on a window sill in and old house, lit by natural light, while in a Fifties style summer dress.
GB Bake off is about to begin and I have dressed appropriately??. You might see me in the kitchen later.... making a cup of tea. I am not the baker in the family; my SO and son are soooo much better - my limit is bread.
For reference its festival week
“So that’s your secret! Thanks for sharing.”
“I hope that made you feel better about all this.”
“Oh, it does! It made that long trip go so quickly. I only wish Bentley could have been here to hear all this.”
“I think he overheard us as the baggage compartment was in the next car.”
“Oh, good. Now that we’re here, we simply wait for the bus.”
“It will then only be another hour before we arrive at the North Pole.”
Was passing through a nearby town recently where a wonderful old brick house stands just off the main square. Long vacant, the house sat as landmark. Obviously built by someone of means and probably local prominence, it had fallen into disrepair over the year. But like many such homes, you could still sense the former grandeur despite the weathered facade. I had tried to photograph it once but there was a very poor sight line, cluttered with trees and, being north-facing, it always appeared backlit by the sun. So I just put it on the back burner, confident I would eventually figure out a way to document the place. That plan was shattered as I rounded a corner into the village and felt an odd sensation of open space where none should exist. Every photographer of abandonment knows this feeling. If you're like me, you form a certain attachment to the old places and tend to check on them each time you pass. Perhaps recalling the time(s) you visited there or imagining a time when you might. Anyway I didn't at first notice the house was gone, only that its mass was missing. I first thought I wasn't looking from the right angle and that if I moved just a few more feet in one direction or another, I would see the massive walls of reddish orange brick. But no, it wasn't an optical illusion. The house had been demolished; gone forever. It felt like a gut punch. I've known this feeling before, even with houses I did manage to photograph. It's just that much worse when you have no photos. I wondered why I hadn't tried harder; surely I could have found a way, perhaps from the backyard. I had simply fallen victim to the very thing I always caution. others about: indifference. The old sentiment that holds "I'll do that someday." And that 'someday' never comes. I find it much easier to be mad at others than mad at myself. But I try to use moments like this to resolve not to allow it (whatever it is at that moment) not to happen again.
Not even 24 hours later I'm rounding another corner just near an ugly old abandonment. The worst of the worst, a structure that was awful even when new. No redeeming value but utterly overwhelming in decay. I've been meaning to photograph this place for the past several years but always make an excuse not to stop. No more I vowed. By chance I had my camera with me. I pulled over immediately and jumped out and ventured near the hovel. Another week or two and it would be nearly invisible with overgrowth. There was just enough new vegetation to show how the place appears to be in the middle of a forest. The undulation of the roof shingles is remarkable, draped like cloth spread across the rafters. None of the grace and beauty of the brick house that eluded me, but no matter. This one was not getting away.
I felt so happy in this moment—hair down, makeup soft but glam, and this off-shoulder top that always makes me feel pretty
Look who's not happy with her traveling suitcase! Before Paris, I am always in a special state of mind where I am not sure if it is really fun or just a whole lot of stress, lol. Will be reporting life!
An early morning visit to Brunswick Point has both Sandhill Cranes and Snow Geese feeding in the open strip of soil between the farmer's plantings.
The North Platte, NE - Roseville, CA manifest rolls comfortably down the 1% grade at James, CA on UP's Canyon Subdivision. On this late May 2012 afternoon, the hillsides are slowly transforming from spring green to summer tan. While rain plummets the rails 20 miles to the northeast, the scene at James, CA is try and tranquil.
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Hummingbirds are very territorial. I felt like this Anna's Hummer was saying, "back off, this is my bounty"
Canon 7D
100-400mm "L" lens
f/5.6
ISO 1250
shutter speed 1/1000
The Damselfly (Suborder Zygoptera) is an insect in the Order Odonata. Damselflies are similar to dragonflies, but the adults can be differentiated by the fact that the wings of most damselflies are held along the body when at rest. Furthermore, the hindwing of the damselfly is essentially similar to the forewing, while the hindwing of the dragonfly broadens near the base, caudal to the connecting point at the body. Damselflies are also usually smaller, weaker fliers than dragonflies, and their eyes are separated.
Lake Apopka Wildlife Drive - Apopka, Florida
Busy snatching, grabbing and feeding on dragonflies over the fields.
Wish I had a cleaner photo of Clark, the red panda, but it'll have to wait until he is in his new home sometime in 2017.
I did not spot this adder until it hissed at me. I was walking along a track concentrating on not stepping on anyone. This guy was aiming to exit to the right but could not get up the bank. So I backed off and observed him from a little further away and watched him leave to the left where there was cover.