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When Galileo offered his opposers the chance to look into the telescope, many of them refused. They thought that that instrument was a trick of the Devil, a deceit to our perception to drift man away from the way of Truth - away from God. This so-called argument had been used so many times - e.g. when the opposers of the theory of evolution claimed that the Devil put bones and skulls of stranger antediluvian beasts into the rocks to deceive man - to demonstrate the mighty powers of unreason. I really cannot grasp how people can maintain such stances today but, well, this happens all the day, so this could be a limitation of my own little mind. However nobody can deny that that rough telescope - together with Van Leeuwenhoek's primitive microscope - was the beginning of a revolution in our way to look at the world and understand it. The scope of our (admittedly augmented) senses spans now from elementary particles to the remotest regions of space and time, including along the way that awesome marvels that we call cells.
That said, this humble shot portraits a coin operated telescope (a rather pompous name, but I am aware that many people love them, and there is even a group in Flickr dedicated to them) in Montisola, Lake Iseo, Italy*. I must admit that I have not looked into it (just like Galileo's foes...), but I loved the strikingly fresh view on the world offered by its external metal shell - especially how it creates two images of myself: one could go at work as usual, and the other could leisurely wander capturing photos all the time ;-)
* In the background on the right you can see the small island of Saint Paul
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Offered once again as a comparison to the preceding image of Amtrak 662 which was captured at nearly the same angle over 23 years later. Amtrak 916 leads a regional consist east through Edison, NJ. Based on the time of day and consist, this may have been train 95, the Old Dominion. Back then trains still carried names, although the "Northeast Direct" designation (a precursor to today's Northeast Regional service) did appear in the timetable as well.
AMTK 916 AEM-7
Going for a walk through the mountains and forests is wonderful, seeing what emerges at our feet in the middle of the moss is fascinating, because these delicate and tiny mushrooms offer their simplicity to the observer.
Salir a pasear por los montes y bosques es maravilloso, ver lo que a nuestros pies surge en medio del musgo es fascinante, porque estas delicadas y diminutas setas ofrecen su sencillez al observador.
Gornergrat
Located at 3,089m, the impressive viewpoint of Gornergrat, offers the visitor one of the most spectacular landscapes in the world, highlighting the unforgettable vision of the Matterhorn and 29 summits that exceed 4,000m.
Since the arrival of the railway in 1898, the first electric rack in Switzerland and the highest in Europe outdoors, the ascent to Gornegrat has become one of the great excursions that can be comfortably made from Zermatt.
The proximity of Monte Rosa, with the highest summit in Switzerland (Dufourspitze, 4,634 m), brings visitors closer to a world of snow and ice that is impossible to forget, highlighting the vision of the second longest glacier in the Alps, the Gornergletscher.
Gornergrat
Situado a 3.089m, el impresionante mirador de Gornergrat, ofrece al visitante uno de los paisajes más espectaculares del mundo, destacando la visión inolvidable del Matterhorn y de 29 cumbres que superan los 4.000m.
Desde la llegada del ferrocarril en 1898, el primer cremallera eléctrico de Suiza y el más alto de Europa al aire libre, la subida a Gornegrat se ha convertido en una de las grandes excursiones que pueden realizarse cómodamente desde Zermatt.
La cercanía del Monte Rosa, con la cumbre más alta de Suiza (Dufourspitze, 4.634 m), acerca al visitante a un mundo de nieve y hielo imposible de olvidar, destacando la visión del segundo glaciar más largo de los Alpes, el Gornergletscher.
Gornergrat
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Quirpon (pronounced kar-poon) offers a unique island experience at a 1922 light-keeper’s home on the shores of ‘Iceberg Alley’. Quirpon Lighthouse Inn features ten beautiful rooms at the base of a still-operating lighthouse and is a Registered Heritage Building.
Located off the northernmost tip of Newfoundland, Quirpon is the province’s best location for viewing icebergs as the Labrador Current carries them south. Quirpon Island boasts the longest iceberg-viewing season in Newfoundland, with the last melting in the fall during a good year.
Newfoundland Canada
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I'm sorry, but I don't have much to offer these days.
I have some pictures in my head, and some stories, but I just don't have time these days to do much more than paying work.
That's okay. When this long hard stint is over, I am taking a sabbatical.
I am going to The Big City with my camera and my laptop... and spending one entire week doing nothing but shooting and writing things I want to write.
Meantime... this working in an office thing is kind of cool. I do it every year for six or eight weeks, and every year it's a little different.
This year, the office has a high concentration of estrogen. And... here's the neat part. All the women are younger than me!!! I'm not sure why I find that so exciting (apart from the fact that they are all intelligent, interesting, funny, groovy chicks whose company I truly enjoy). I think it's related to my "youngest child sydrome." For so many years, it seemed like I was always the youngest... not only in my family, but in school (because I did grades one and two in the same year) and later in the workplace (I started my first career while I was in my teens).
So... imagine how fulfilling it is to be around younger women and have the chance to feel like a grizzled old veteran.
One more thing to love about the passage of time. Next major milestone? Retirement!!!
the reddish egret is my all time favorite bird, Im just crazy about him. I was delighted to see him fly overhead and made a mad dash up the shoreline to get in front of him. Tripod legs out, and Big Red flew right back to where I started fifteen minutes earlier, another mad dash... Once I got to the end of the beach, I spent over an hour enjoying every move, splash, fish, and gorgeous looks this guy offered. I would move in closer and sometimes be too close as he approached within six feet or so. He flew off and I was spending time with the plovers when I was pleasantly surprised to turn and have him waiting at my tripod! Up and down the shore we went as he hunted for fish.
So if Im ever asked what I would take on an island, I would surely say "Big Red!" What a wonderful morning I'll not forget...
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It is soon three years since we last were in UK. It feels even longer. But now we have tickets for a flight back in September together with my mother. The plan is north Wales. My mother haven't been there, and Mette and I love the landscape and lovely towns and villages.
This is from our last visit in UK, early spring 2019. We spent a few days in Cornwall, a first visit for us. It was different from the places we normally go in UK; Lake District, Scotland, North Wales and Yorkshire, with less opportunities for mountain walks. But it had a lot of other things to offer.
Among them this site, Botallack Mine, St Just, that is a collection of old mines on the cliffs of Cornwall. I think it is beautiful in itself, and to some it is even more interesting as it is the location for a tv-show named Poldark www.imdb.com/title/tt3636060/
As I feel it is a long time since last holiday, and dream of new adventures in UK, I post these holiday snaps. They are just as every other photos from other peoples vacations; great memories to them and an annoyance to you. There are MANY more photos in the first comment if you still want to look at my snaps from a Cornish vacation
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Olivier offered me this one, I declined.
The lever under the downtube engages the dyno located in the bb/chainstay area . A sanyo.
The bike had MaxiCar hubs Huret jubilee derailleurs, stronglight crank.
The headtube is chromed as well as the lugs it is not Bi-laminated. The stem is an alloy stem not a Snger stem.
28mm was the max tire estimate. a real beauty. Just bad timing, I had to leave for my flight, Ernest was to show up later, after lunch, I never saw him again...
I love a good Class 1 branchline and by far the best one left in New England is this. It offers so much for the photographer willing to make the effort over the course of its 30 mile wandering northwest from Framingham.
Here is another shot of CSXT local B724 on their way to current end of the line in Leominster. The pair of GP40-2s pass a tidy and colorful trackside home here ag the Pratts Junction Road crossing at MP 8.9 on CSXT's Fitchburg Secondary. CSXT is the modern day owner of this line that's lineage traces back through Conrail, Penn Central, the New Haven, all the way to the Old Colony Railroad prior to 1893.
The trackage here dates from 1850 when the Fitchburg and Worcester railroad opened between its namesake points using it's own rails for the northern 18 miles and trackage rights over the Worcester and Nashua Railroad (later to become part of the Boston and Maine) from a point known as Sterling Junction south to Worcester. After 1866 that route became less important when the Boston, Clinton and Fitchburg connected to the F&W five miles north of Sterling Junction basically right where I'm standing at a place they named Pratt Junction. Two years later those roads combined, and a decade after that they became part of the growing Old Colony Railroad by lease and then outright sale. The Old Colony of course became part of the New Haven, and that big system had little use for the connection at Sterling Jct., choosing to route Fitchburg traffic over it's own lines through Framingham, Walpole and Mansfield. Nonetheless the line survived intact until 1937 when the southern two miles beyond Sterling were taken up. Amazingly the 3 miles from here to Sterling hung on as a branch until 1966 after which this place became a junction in name only. To see a modern photo of a train at Sterling Junction check out this shot of mine: flic.kr/p/2kx6ddG
Sterling, Massachusetts
Friday April 13, 2018
Back from a terrific camping trip to Strathcona Park, mid-island. This time of year the park seems to offer a great variety of birds. Only the second time I have ever seen the Warbling Vireo.
I will get catch up soon.
Visp offers plenty of attractive leisure opportunities. The well preserved old town with its eventful history is one of Visp's greatest assets, as is “La Poste”, a theatre that has offered a mixed programme of guest performances every season since November 1991, including concerts, opera, operetta, ballet, plays and musicals by visiting companies as well as local societies and organisations. The spectacular hike along the Visperi irrigation channel (Suone) is another inviting option.
The Vereniging Rembrandt on Thursday evening last offered its members a pre-opening view of the extraordinary new Depot of Rotterdam's Museum Boijmans van Beuningen (itself now closed for many years for renovation). The original depot had been flooded several times, so it was decided to construct an ultra-modern glass and steel building above ground for about 90 million euros. It took less than five years to build and it is a truly amazing sight (from the outside as well as inside). Dozens of photos wouldn't do it justice. Moreover, it's open to the public so you can go yourself to look.
Here's my collage of two shots. The main picture is a dorsal view of a most psychedelically colorful glass walkway connecting two parts of a high floor. You really have to overcome your sense of vertigo to traverse to the other side.
The inset is part of the atrium which in many ways - but not for darkness - reminds of Piranesi. All is amazing.
But Il Guercino's (1591-1666) David seems to remind us to regard what a painting says, of which this is merely the depot.
Flexible screens offer users some privacy for group meetings or other activities. The frosted 'glass' allows colour and light through and does not block views through the space. Additional seating can be used as funky pouffes can be gathered together for meetings in the open.
Twin Peaks offers an exceptional view of San Francisco but it can be crowded near the parking areas. Do yourself a favor and take the short hike up the hill and stand on the peak itself. The view of San Francisco's downtown is actually a little better, you'll be all alone, and if you turn around you'll find this cool scene waiting for you in between the Peaks.
The past few days I've offered up images of flowers that were easy to photograph: bright, colourful, well-defined blooms. All I really had to do was frame the flower, deal with the technical details and the light, and wait for the incessant wind to stop for a few seconds. Now for a handful of wildflowers that I've always had difficulty photographing. The solutions I found may not be the best out there, but so far these are the best images of each that I've been able to produce.
Commonly found in badlands and other dry places in our area, the Yellow Umbrellaplant is a perennial in the Buckwheat family. Its pale yellow flowers, tinged with orange, growing in fluffy clusters about 1/2 inch in diameter, appear in June.
Because this plant generally reaches a height of only 4 to 8 inches, and its features are tiny, it isn't easy to photograph. No big, smiling, in-your-face, obvious shot here. I framed it mostly against a background rock, focusing so closely that even at f/16 the depth of field was very shallow. Resisted the temptation to stop down more: no! no! Less is best! Keep it simple! This is my simple take on a complex little plant.
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2019 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
(Rynchops flavirostris)
Nyumba ya Mungu Dam
Tanzânia
(Versão portuguesa, mais abaixo)
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Skimmers, Thorns and an Imbecile: Our first Tanzanian Misadventure
The road out of Usariver was surprisingly smooth in most parts, freshly patched in places, but any comfort it might have offered was quickly erased by the guide’s aggressive driving. He weaved through the traffic like he was late for his own wedding, cutting corners, overtaking dangerously, and making poor Ana flinch every few minutes in the passenger seat.
And then, of course, there was the talking.
“You see, the problem is that the judge was completely corrupt,” he was saying. “I even paid the lawyer to talk to the judge—off the record, of course—but still, I lost the house.”
I glanced at Ana, who was gripping the door handle with one hand and wincing as he narrowly dodged a lorry. Her other hand was pressed to her temple, as if trying to block out the noise.
“So… what do you do, professionally?” he asked me, abruptly.
I hesitated. “Software development.”
“Oh! I studied that too,” he said, delighted. “But the smart ones go into sales. That’s where the money is.”
I nodded vaguely. He didn’t need encouragement—he was already back to listing his personal misfortunes in unfiltered detail.
Two hours of this. Two long hours of his monologue bouncing around the dusty interior of the vehicle, which, by the way, was filthy. It had clearly never been cleaned. Bits of old napkins fluttered in the breeze every time we opened a window, and more trash appeared each day, none of it ours.
We finally reached Kisangara, where we were supposed to pick up the local guide. Naturally, he wasn’t ready. We waited for what must have been half an hour.
“They’re just buying some chapatis,” we were told.
Chapatis, as we soon discovered, would be our staple food for nearly a week. That and samosas. With very few exceptions.
That day’s target, suggested entirely by the guide (not by us—we didn’t yet realize he had his own agenda), was the African Skimmer. A lifer for us, so we didn’t object. We had no reason to. Yet.
As we approached the dam area, my concern grew. Neither our guide nor the local seemed to know exactly which path to take. A few locals gestured and shouted that we should go another way.
He ignored them.
We ended up at the top of an impassable ravine. Dead end.
After a mix of blind guesses and backtracking, we finally found a small village. On the other side, the dam reservoir stretched into the morning haze. But the skimmers weren’t there.
We followed the shoreline for a while, encountering more obstructions. The landscape was stunning—rich with birds—but most were species we had already photographed elsewhere.
Still, the light was magical.
Then began the real madness. We went full off-road. No track, no path, just pure improvisation. We drove straight through acacia thickets, the thorny branches scraping the sides of the car and jabbing through the windows.
“Close them,” Ana muttered, shielding her arm from another jab.
We lurched over gullies and mounds, at times nearly tipping over. And strangely, I caught myself thinking: This is why you travel like this. No glossy eco-tour would bring you here.
Then another thought: And this is exactly the kind of beat-up car you want for it—scratches don’t matter when it’s already a wreck.
We finally emerged into a clearing with perfect visibility of the lake—alive with birds in every direction.
“Wait, wait,” I called out, pointing. “Malachite Kingfisher! Perfect light!”
“You already got that one earlier,” he said, without stopping.
“Yes, but this one is...”
“You need to focus,” he cut in, stepping on the gas.
I clenched my jaw. He drove another 50 meters and pointed toward the lake.
“Great White Pelican!”
I scanned. “Where?”
“There!” he insisted.
I eventually spotted it, 300 meters out at least.
“It’s too far,” I said. “Not worth a shot.”
“Take it as a record photo.”
“I don’t take record photos.”
He snorted and drove forward again, then stopped next to another pelican, this one closer.
“Is this close enough for you?” he barked.
“It’s better,” I replied carefully. It wasn’t ideal, but I didn’t want to argue.
Then we saw them—a group of 10 to 15 African Skimmers, some perched near the water, others gliding in elegant arcs before landing again. Finally.
We started photographing from a distance, hoping to get closer without disturbing them.
Suddenly, both guides got animated. “White-winged Tern!” they cried.
“We’ve got that one,” I said. “Photographed it in Australia.”
“No, no,” said our guide. “This one only occurs in Africa.”
“But isn't Chlidonias leucopterus?” I asked.
Blank stares.
To avoid seem hostile, I added, “We’ve only seen them in winter plumage. This one’s... spectacular.”
By now, the guide was out of the vehicle, camera in hand, fully focused—ironically—not on the skimmers we had come for, but on this tern. Meanwhile, the entire skimmer group took off and disappeared.
When he finally returned, he was glowing.
“Got some great shots!” he said.
“Of dots,” Ana murmured under her breath.
We drove on, passing dozens of birds that, while not new to us, would’ve made beautiful photos. He didn’t stop.
Eventually, we spotted three more skimmers resting. We managed to get a few decent shots—not quite the dramatic images I’d imagined of them skimming the water’s surface, but still, a win.
After we’d taken what we could, I asked if we could keep looking.
He drove a bit more, then veered off-track again, plowing through acacias like a man with a death wish.
I got the feeling the session was over.
“Couldn’t we keep searching for the skimmers?” I asked.
“They’ve flown. They don’t come back,” he replied, dismissively.
Just like that.
As we bounced away through the thorns once more, I stared out the window, the morning's golden light slowly turning harsh.
Disappointment settled in.
“So much for focus,” I muttered.
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Skimmers, Espinhos e um Imbecil: A nossa primeira desaventura na Tanzânia
A estrada desde Usariver até Kisangara estava, na verdade, em razoável estado — com algumas secções em obras, mas longe de ser má. O pior mesmo era a condução do nosso guia. Agressiva, impaciente, cheia de ultrapassagens perigosas e travagens bruscas que transformaram a viagem num verdadeiro teste aos nervos.
A Ana ia no banco da frente, coitada, sorte a minha. Não bastava ter de se agarrar ao puxador da porta cada vez que ele decidia jogar à roleta russa com camiões em sentido contrário, como ainda tinha de o ouvir. Durante duas horas.
“O juiz foi completamente corrupto,” dizia ele, indignado. “Até paguei ao advogado para ele comprar o juiz. Mesmo assim, tiraram-me a casa!”
Troquei olhares com a Ana, que cerrava os dentes a cada guinada.
“E tu? O que fazes profissionalmente?” — perguntou, de repente.
“Desenvolvimento de software,” respondi, meio contrariado.
“Ah, também estudei isso. Mas os inteligentes vão para vendas. É aí que está o dinheiro.”
E lá continuou, imperturbável, a contar-nos todos os detalhes dos seus problemas pessoais, do despejo à corrupção no sistema judicial, passando pelas oportunidades que achava que o mundo lhe devia.
Chegámos finalmente a Kisangara, onde devíamos apanhar o guia local. Claro que não estava pronto. Esperámos meia hora, talvez mais.
“Falta comprar os chapatis,” disseram-nos.
Chapatis — como haveríamos de descobrir, seriam a base da nossa alimentação nos cinco ou seis dias seguintes. Isso e chamuças, com raras excepções.
O objetivo do dia — proposto por ele, não por nós — era fotografar os African Skimmer. Uma espécie que ainda não tínhamos, por isso não nos opusemos. Não havia razão para isso. Ainda.
Quando nos aproximámos da barragem, comecei a ficar preocupado. Nenhum dos dois guias parecia saber exatamente qual o caminho a seguir. Alguns locais acenaram e disseram que devíamos virar noutro sentido.
Ele ignorou.
Acabámos num desnível intransponível, de onde não se via sequer o lago.
Após várias tentativas e erros, lá encontrámos uma aldeia. Ao passarmos por ela, avistámos finalmente a albufeira da barragem. Mas os skimmers não estavam lá.
Fomos seguindo a linha de água, contornando mais obstáculos. A paisagem era deslumbrante e havia aves por todo o lado, embora quase nenhuma fosse novidade para nós. Ainda assim, a luz matinal era magnífica.
E então começou o verdadeiro disparate. Entrámos em completo corta-mato, sem trilha, sem direção clara, a abrir caminho por entre acácias espinhosas que riscavam a carroçaria e entravam pelas janelas, obrigando-nos a fechá-las rapidamente. Passámos por valas, buracos e terrenos inclinados, por vezes a um triz de capotar.
E, no meio da loucura, tive um pensamento curioso: É por isto que não se vem com uma agência de turismo. Nenhum operador convencional nos traria aqui.
Logo seguido por outro: E é bom que o carro seja velho — tal como o meu — assim ninguém se preocupa com os riscos na chapa.
Finalmente, saímos das acácias para uma zona aberta, com vista magnífica sobre o lago, repleta de aves.
“Espera, espera!” — exclamei. “Malachite Kingfisher! E com luz perfeita!”
“Já fotografaste um ali atrás,” respondeu, sem sequer abrandar.
“Sim, mas este está muito melhor...”
“Precisas de te focar,” interrompeu, como se estivesse a ensinar um novato.
Contive-me no que me apetecia dizer. Passou mais uns metros e apontou para o meio do lago.
“Great White Pelican!”
Procurei e não via nada.
“Aonde?”
“Ali, ao centro!”
Finalmente identifiquei a silhueta, muito ao longe.
“Está demasiado longe para uma boa fotografia,” comentei.
“Tira como foto de registo.”
“Eu não tiro fotos de registo.”
Fez uma careta, arrancou de novo e parou ao lado de outro pelicano, este bem mais próximo.
“Agora está suficientemente perto?” disse, num tom que beirava o agressivo.
“Está melhor,” respondi sem entusiamo. Não estava, mas não valia a pena acirrar mais.
Momentos depois, vimos um grupo de 10 a 15 skimmers, pousados junto à água. Alguns esvoaçavam brevemente antes de voltar a pousar. Finalmente!
Começámos a fotografar ainda à distância, para não os afugentar.
Entretanto, o guia e o guia local começaram a exclamar entusiasmados. “White-winged Tern!”
“Já temos,” respondi. “Fotografámos na Austrália.”
“Impossível. Esta espécie só existe em África.”
Questionei. “Mas não é a Chlidonias leucopterus?”
Nenhuma reação.
Como não queria hostilizá-lo, disse: “Só as tínhamos visto em plumagem de inverno. Esta está muito mais bonita.”
Quando dei por ela, o guia já estava fora do carro, a fotografar a gaivina. Ignorou por completo os skimmers. Resultado: desapareceram. O bando tinha voado.
Quando finalmente regressou ao carro, vinha radiante.
“Tirei umas grandes fotos!” disse.
“De pontos,” murmurou a Ana.
Continuámos a avançar, passando por inúmeras espécies comuns, mas lindíssimas. Nada de parar. Até que vimos outro pequeno grupo de skimmers, pousados. Fotografámos o que conseguimos — não era a imagem sonhada, com eles a deslizar sobre a água, mas era o que havia.
Depois de algum tempo, sugeri continuar a procurar.
Ele arrancou, mas, passado pouco tempo, já ia de novo em corta-mato por entre as acácias.
Ficou claro: para ele, a sessão tinha terminado.
“Não podemos continuar a procurar os skimmers?”
“Já voaram. Não voltam mais,” disse, secamente.
E pronto. Estava decidido.
Enquanto nos afastávamos, entre ramos e espinhos, o sol começava a subir e a luz perdia a sua doçura.
Fiquei a olhar pela janela, a paisagem a fugir por entre os riscos da carroçaria.
Desilusão.
“Pois... tanto foco, e nem uma foto decente,” murmurei.
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All my photos are now organized into sets by the country where they were taken, by taxonomic order, by family, by species (often with just one photo for the rarer ones), and by the date they were taken.
So, you may find:
- All the photos for this trip Tanzânia (2025) (377)
- All the photos for this order CHARADRIIFORMES (1170)
- All the photos for this family Laridae (Larídeos) (204)
- All the photos for this species Rynchops flavirostris (1)
- All the photos taken this day 2025/04/23 (15)
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These people offer a Sail on the newest windjammer out of Rockland Me.in the fleet. Designed, built and sailed by her owners, Capts Doug & Linda Lee. I guess she's preparing for her next clients, and the weather is as hot as it is this year. Being on the water would be a lot cooler
This dramatic image from January 2006 offers a peek inside a cavern of roiling dust and gas where thousands of stars are forming. The image, taken by the Advanced Camera for Surveys (ACS) aboard the Hubble Space Telescope, represents the sharpest view ever taken of this region until this time, called the Orion Nebula. More than 3,000 stars of various sizes appear in this image. Some of them have never been seen in visible light. These stars reside in a dramatic dust-and-gas landscape of plateaus, mountains, and valleys that are reminiscent of the Grand Canyon.
The Orion Nebula is a picture book of star formation, from the massive, young stars that are shaping the nebula to the pillars of dense gas that may be the homes of budding stars. The bright central region is the home of the four heftiest stars in the nebula. The stars are called the Trapezium because they are arranged in a trapezoid pattern. Ultraviolet light unleashed by these stars is carving a cavity in the nebula and disrupting the growth of hundreds of smaller stars. Located near the Trapezium stars are stars still young enough to have disks of material encircling them. These disks are called protoplanetary disks or "proplyds" and are too small to see clearly in this image. The disks are the building blocks of solar systems.
Image Credit: NASA,ESA, M. Robberto (Space Telescope Science Institute/ESA) and the Hubble Space Telescope Orion Treasury Project Team
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Salalah and Dhofar region offers visitors an enormous variety of things to see and do. The natural beauty of the surrounding area is breathtaking. You can witness the stunning views of dramatic mountains reaching right to the edge of the sea. You can experience wadis and beaches as well as the springs. Salalah is a coastal city located on the shores of the Indian Ocean, in the southern part of Oman. Although close to the Arabian desert, Salalah enjoys a pleasant tropical climate and even in the summer the temperatures are not too hot as the coastal fringe of Dhofar and Salalah is touched by the winds of the southwest monsoon between June and September. The surface winds encourage an upwelling of colder waters in the Indian Ocean which cool the over-lying moisture-laden air. The fog cools temperatures considerably, such that Salalah is a popular destination for Gulf visitors in the summer as a respite from the relentless heat. The phenomenon of this rain-bearing fog is known locally as the Khareef.
Lush greenness and fog is the last thing one would expect in the Middle East, especially in the middle of summer when temperatures in Kuwait are reaching nearly 60C. Salalah in Oman however offers such a retrieve during Khareef season. The hills and plains are changed to a green oasis due to drizzle downfall and water springs gush in the wadis and in the fogy hills. When the sun light touches the grass, the green is brighter than anywhere I've seen.
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Tamblingan Lake, Bali - Indonesia
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Epic Fine Art Laguna Beach Victoria Beach Sunset LAndscape Seascape: The Golden Ratio in Dr. Elliot McGucken's Fine Art Photography: Nikon D810
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Greetings all! I have been busy finishing a few books on photography, while traveling all over--to Zion and the Sierras--shooting fall colors. Please see some here: facebook.com/mcgucken
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Titles include:
The Tao of Epic Landscape Photography: Exalt Fine Art with the Yin-Yang Wisdom of Lao Tzu's Tao Te Ching!
The Golden Number Ratio Principle: Why the Fibonacci Numbers Exalt Beauty and How to Create PHI Compositions in Art, Design, & Photography
And I am also working on a book on photographing the goddesses! :) More goddesses soon!
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The Golden Number Ratio Principle: Dr. E’s Golden Ratio Principle: Why the Fibonacci Numbers Exalt Beauty: The golden ratio exalts beauty because the number is a characteristic of the mathematically and physically most efficient manners of growth and distribution, on both evolutionary and purely physical levels. The golden ratio ensures that the proportions and structure of that which came before provide the proportions and structure of that which comes after, thusly providing symmetry over not only space but time, and exalting life’s foundational dynamic symmetry. Robust, ordered, symmetric growth is naturally associated with health and beauty, and thus we evolved to perceive the golden ratio harmonies as inherently beautiful, as we saw and felt their presence in all vital growth and life—in the salient features and proportions of humans and nature alike, from the distribution of our facial features and bones to the arrangements of petals, leaves, and sunflowers seeds. As ratios between Fibonacci Numbers offer the closest whole-number approximations to the golden ratio, and as seeds, cells, leaves, bones, and other physical entities appear in whole numbers, the Fibonacci Numbers oft appear in the arrangement of nature’s discrete elements as “growth’s numbers.” From the dawn of time, humanity sought to salute their gods in art and temples exalting the same proportion by which they and all their vital sustenance, as well as all the flowers and nature’s epic beauty, had been created—the golden ratio.
Paineiras Way offers you a very unique view of Rio de Janeiro and a very different angle of Christ, the Redeemer. Further, it's a great place to exercise during the day, with a very pleasant atmosphere.
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The sacred flower jaba is offered to goddess kali, the symbol of mahamaya or mahashakti. Basic color of the jaba is deep red. There are numbers of color jabas. Here it is pink color. An example of white color jaba: www.flickr.com/photos/aapon/667897801/
173:2 Galitachikurām. The Devī in this and other forms, as Kālī, Tārā and Chinnamastā is so represented. The epithet is a common one in Tantra (cf. Karpūrādistotra, verse 3).
173:3 Jaba, v. ante. So also the Lalitā (verse 147), "whose body is like the China rose."
With heavy, high, and close-set breasts,
Dark of colour, and with dishevelled hair.
At time of recitation I remember the Mother,
Lustrous as the scarlet hibiscus,
Her body pasted with saffron and sandal,
Her hair kissed by musk;
The Mother with smiling eyes,
With red garland, ornaments, and raiment,
Who holds the arrow, bow, noose, and goad;
The charmer of countless men.
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Pantai Karang, Sanur Beach, Bali - Indonesia
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Close to the village of Arsha in the Kazbegi region lies the Arsha Waterfall, about five kilometers from Stepantsminda Kazbegi. The hike to the waterfall is considered easy and typically takes three to four hours. The trail is unpaved but well-trodden, surrounded by lush meadows, and offers stunning views of the surrounding mountains. The waterfall is one of the lesser-known natural attractions in the area, contributing to its untouched and serene atmosphere. A bit further along is the Toti Waterfall, accessible via a steep trail that passes above the Arsha Waterfall. This waterfall offers spectacular panoramic views and is an ideal spot for a picnic. Visitors can enjoy the tranquility, the breathtaking nature, and even take a refreshing dip in the crystal-clear water. The hike to Toti Waterfall leads through a rugged mountain landscape with breathtaking views of snow-capped peaks and deep valleys. The trail winds along steep slopes and rocky paths, surrounded by dry grasslands and scattered shrubs. Along the way, impressive cliffs and natural formations add a unique character to the scenery. The fresh mountain air and the tranquility of nature make the journey an unforgettable experience. At the end, the spectacular Toti Waterfall awaits as a rewarding sight after the challenging climb.
The Gold Star Cottage is a charming accommodation in the beautiful surroundings of the Georgian Caucasus, near the Arsha Waterfall. The cottages in the photo have a modern A-frame architecture, which creates a cozy and cozy atmosphere, perfectly fitting into the mountain landscape. From the cottage you have a breathtaking view of the rugged mountains and the valley. In autumn the hills turn golden yellow, while in winter the surroundings transform into a fairytale snowy landscape. The proximity of the Arsha Waterfall makes this location ideal for nature lovers and hikers. It is a perfect place for travelers looking for peace, nature and spectacular mountain panoramas.
Nabij het dorp Arsha in de Kazbek regio, ligt de Arsha-waterval, op ongeveer vijf kilometer van Stepantsminda Kazbegi. De wandeling naar de waterval wordt als eenvoudig beschouwd en duurt doorgaans drie tot vier uur. Het pad is ongebaand maar goed begaanbaar, omringd door weelderige weiden en biedt prachtige uitzichten op de omliggende bergen. De waterval is een van de minder bekende natuurlijke attracties in het gebied, wat bijdraagt aan de ongerepte en serene sfeer. Nog iets verder ligt de Toti-waterval, bereikbaar via een steil pad dat bovenlangs de Arsha-waterval loopt. De wandeling naar de Toti-waterval voert door een ruig berglandschap met adembenemende uitzichten op besneeuwde bergtoppen en diepe valleien. Het pad slingert langs steile hellingen en rotsachtige paden, omringd door droge graslanden en verspreide struiken. Onderweg zijn er indrukwekkende kliffen en natuurlijke formaties die het landschap een uniek karakter geven. De frisse berglucht en de rust van de natuur maken de tocht een onvergetelijke ervaring. Aan het einde wacht de spectaculaire Toti-waterval als beloning voor de inspannende klim. De Gold Star Cottage is een sfeervolle accommodatie in de prachtige omgeving van de Georgische Kaukasus, vlak bij de Arsha-waterval. De huisjes op de foto hebben een moderne A-frame architectuur, wat zorgt voor een knusse en gezellige sfeer, perfect passend in het berglandschap. Vanuit de cottage heb je een adembenemend uitzicht op de ruige bergen en de vallei. In de herfst kleuren de heuvels goudgeel, terwijl in de winter de omgeving verandert in een sprookjesachtig besneeuwd landschap. De nabijheid van de Arsha-waterval maakt deze locatie ideaal voor natuurliefhebbers en wandelaars. Het is een perfecte plek voor reizigers die op zoek zijn naar rust, natuur en spectaculaire bergpanorama’s.
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Life sometimes offers small miracles in the most unexpected moments. When I came across that tiny kitten crying helplessly on the street, I felt that I could not only give it a home but also love and compassion. For three days, it was a guest in my home; the sound of its little paws, its playful demeanor, and the innocence in its eyes warmed my heart. When I found it a loving home, I felt a bittersweet happiness. Perhaps our paths have parted, but the memory of touching that little heart will stay with me forever.