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An optimistic great grey heron fishing in the River Dodder in south Dublin.
There's a lot of Lightroom colour editing on this one. I changed the white balance to fluorescent and then used the circular mask tool to remove the blue from the heron and a second time to darken a bright white glare from one the rocks. Then a few more general tweaks on shadows and highlights.
Happy Slider Sunday!
he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority :-)
E. B. White, 1956
HMM!! Science Matters!
waterlilies, north carolina museum of art, raleigh, north carolina
... that there will be some more sunshine to display their beautiful colours!
HMBT !
Opening blanket flowers / Kokardenblumen (Gaillardia)
in our garden - Frankfurt-Nordend
“The essence of optimism is that it takes no account of the present, but it is a source of inspiration, of vitality and hope where others have resigned; it enables a man to hold his head high, to claim the future for himself and not to abandon it to his enemy.”
- Dietrich Bonhoeffer
Capture and Edit by Orchid Arado - Click to zoom
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Photo Locale, Winter Moon:
spending some time today in the garden from the local castle, there were a lot of optimistic flowers enjoying the sun.
Taken with the sigma 180mm macrolens.
Thanks everyone for visiting my stream :-)
... that the weekend will come soon - TGIF!
Neotropic cormorant / Olivenscharbe (Phalacrocorax brasilianus)
Rio Sararé, Pantanal, MT, Brazil
No matter what is happening in your life, you have to be always optimistic... looking at the good side, you will feel much easier to be happy in your life~~~
The grasses or weeds~ they never growing for anyone... they always being themself and always optimistic, continueing to grow, to live~~~ despite people don't like them~~ because this is life, the life they are living~ so they choose to be optimistic... and living happy forever and ever~~~
In a more optimistic version, after the Flood, the sun shines again and gives warm, golden hues to the water reflections and the background. But the clock is ticking, the wait has been long and nature has been far too forgiving. Remember, there is NO planet B.
powered by:
an optimistic, late-opening Coneflower Sombrero Salsa Red / Roter Sonnenhut (Echinacea x hybrida 'Balsomsed')
3 days ago in our late November garden - Frankfurt-Nordend.
"We have a finite environment - the planet. Anyone who thinks that you can have infinite growth in a finite environment is either a madman or an economist."
(David Attenborough)
What is Helmi waiting for? I am optimistic that she is waiting for me, her "mom". In addition to waiting for me, she also waits for dog candies in my pocket. She always receives them as a reward when she has behaved in the desired way. In this photo ( taken a year ago ) she’s waiting for her award because she kept sitting still while I took photos. She has evolved a lot in a year, nowadays as soon as she sees me stopping and taking out the camera, she is sitting next to me. She walks completely free, without a leash, as still in this photo. She has become a good girl. She has earned her candies.
What am I waiting for? I look forward to the sun, sparkling bright rays of the sun as in this photo. I haven’t seen them in a few weeks, every day it has been snowing... a lot. Hey if anyone wants some snow, I can post... 😁 Finland.
👱♀️🎧🎶 Waiting For The Miracle ( Leonardo Cohen )
Clearly this little guy is doing his best Oliver Twist imitation...but received a far better response from me. While I spend far too much time chasing the large grey and black squirrels off my deck, I love the miniature reds. They are just a wee bit bigger than a chipmunk and I rarely see them as they are amazingly quick and skittish with a remarkable ability to just simply disappear, but they suddenly decided just this year to visit my deck. I have encouraged this behavior by offering cashews...which they apparently love as much as I do. To date, I've succeeded in getting them within inches of my hand but not eating out of it. It will take patience but I am optimistic.
By the way, does anyone read Dickens any more?
“I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.”
― E. B. White, Letters of E. B. White
A Loon seconds after returning to the surface after yet another unsuccessful dive for breakfast.
Taken at Ft. Pickens, Florida on 27 March, 2022.
كلنا في هذه الحياة نعيش على أمل ما دامت الحياة سيبقى الأمل !!
أمل اللقاء
أمل تحقيق السعادة التي نطمح إليها
أمل رؤية من نحبُ سعداء
أمل العيش في حرية وكرامة
إنه الأمل الذي يبنض به كل قلب *
Press ( L ) for the Best View
... the canal was half-empty at this point :-) for some unknown reason - although the goose in view looked to be having fun :-)
One of these days, or years, I am going to get to photograph this location in perfect conditions. Near Tibbermore in Perthshire, Scotland.
And crawl against the tide
Walk a hot coal, you don't get blisters
'Cause it's all inside your mind, blind eyes are only for tonight
There are no guarantees
Don't know what tomorrow brings
Though are promise is weed
Oh, we know what will be, will be
An optimistic Short-eared Owl on the prowl at dusk.
Conditions for this image were challenging. The setting sun was on the horizon and the barely visible subject about 250 feet away, flying at full speed.
Considered rare for this area and time of the year.
A sense of "almost" normalcy has arrived finally. Time to make up for lost time..speak your own mind...don't listen to negative people...be optimistic....make your own decisions. Ignore social media. Life is what you make it.
... for spring and - after nearly one year of this murderous attack by Russia - Peace for Ukraine!
Magnolia buds in our neighbours garden - Frankfurt-Nordend
... for a Peaceful MBT!
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The Christians tend to celebrate Easter-peopled-ness,
not in any proud or holier-than-thou manner,
but as an optimistic promise
resurrection-claiming
Holy Week unwinding
Lent minimizing
kind of way.
But, we are all an Easter people,
at least we Canadians
save those in Victoria or Point Pelee.
Everywhere else, in this often frigid place,
and some of those Scandinavian places too,
Siberia maybe, and Greenland (ha!),
we and they are Easter people.
We live the life of rebirth,
relife, rekindled in our frozen ground,
crocus, snowdrop, scilla,
poking through winter’s death
every early Spring.
[from "We are an Easter People" in I am Keats as you are by Glenn Peirson]
my textures
Pfirsichköpfchen
Orange is a very creative color for many people. It is considered optimistic and warm
"AND IS SURPRISINGLY VERSATILE"
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Orange ist für viele Menschen eine sehr kreative Farbe. Es gilt als optimistisch und warm
"UND IST ÜBERRASCHEND VIELSEITIG"
(Agapornis fischeri)
This optimistic American goldfinch male is starting to grow his golden spring plumage in even if the weather still looks and feels like winter here at Lake Meyer Park. The ground is pure white as I write this tonight.
An optimistic Monday afternoon. The weather forecast looked promising for the clouds to break up just enough for a nice sunset. Unfortunately it wasn't too be. It did provide some interesting, muted copper and blues in the sky though.
To wash out the bitter taste of ash, and smoke from the Calder fire, here is a spot of post Glass Fire wild flowers in remote Napa county from earlier this spring.
It burned in the left upper corner but stopped at the flat field less than a year ago when it burned my home property (they saved the main house). Trying to stay optimistic, like the flowers above
AS ALWAYS....COMMENTS & INVITATIONS with AWARD BANNERS will be respectfully DELETED!
Here We Go Again... What Could Possibly Go Wrong?
Dog Walking — Five Dogs, Five Different Plans
🎵 Music www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEoowY9hXuM&list=RDfEoowY9hXu...
Pippa had always liked dogs.
Dogs liked Pippa.
This seemed an excellent basis for a professional relationship.
So when a friend asked if Pippa would mind taking five dogs for their afternoon walk, she didn't hesitate.
“They're no trouble,” her friend said.
Pippa looked at the five expectant faces.
Bertie.
Mabel.
George.
Walter.
And Pickle.
Pippa felt that Pickle should perhaps have been considered a warning.
“They practically walk themselves,” her friend added.
This turned out to be true.
Unfortunately, they had each chosen a different destination.
For the first thirty yards, everything went beautifully.
Pippa walked.
The dogs walked.
The sun shone.
Autumn leaves danced gently across the path.
Walter trotted beautifully beside her.
Pippa began to wonder why people made such a fuss about walking several dogs at once.
Then Mabel stopped.
Not slowed down.
Not hesitated.
Stopped.
Pippa gave the lead a gentle tug.
“Come on, Mabel.”
Mabel sat down.
“Mabel?”
Mabel looked at Pippa with the serene expression of a dog whose working day had officially ended.
Pippa tried encouragement.
She tried enthusiasm.
She tried negotiation.
At one point she found herself explaining the health benefits of regular exercise to a dog.
Mabel remained unconvinced.
Meanwhile, George had spotted something in the distance.
Nobody knew what.
Possibly a squirrel.
Possibly another dog.
Possibly France.
Whatever it was, George wanted it.
Badly.
“George!”
George pulled harder.
“GEORGE!”
George was apparently heading towards France.
Pippa tightened her grip.
“We are NOT going to France, George.”
George disagreed.
Strongly.
While Pippa was negotiating international travel arrangements with George, Bertie decided to walk behind her.
Then in front of her.
Then behind her again.
Pippa stepped over his lead.
Another lead went behind her knees.
She turned around.
This was a mistake.
Somehow Bertie was now attached to George, George was attached to Pippa, and Pippa appeared to be attached to Mabel.
Mabel was still sitting down.
At least somebody was consistent.
Walter continued walking beautifully beside her.
Pippa looked down at him.
“Thank you, Walter.”
Walter wagged his tail.
Pippa loved Walter.
“Right,” said Pippa firmly. “Everybody stop.”
Everybody stopped.
Pippa blinked.
This was unexpected.
For approximately four seconds, Pippa experienced complete control.
It was the most successful part of the afternoon.
Then she noticed something.
“Where's Pickle?”
There was a rustling in the hedge.
“Pickle?”
More rustling.
“PICKLE?”
A small furry face appeared between the leaves.
Pickle emerged triumphantly carrying half a sandwich.
Pippa stared at him.
“Where did you get that?”
Pickle declined to comment.
“Pickle, you cannot just steal people's sandwiches.”
Pickle looked unconvinced.
Then, from somewhere on the other side of the hedge, came a voice.
“Has anybody seen my lunch?”
Pippa froze.
Pickle looked at Pippa.
Pippa looked at Pickle.
Neither of them felt this was a good time to introduce themselves.
“Come on,” whispered Pippa.
For the first time all afternoon, all five dogs moved immediately.
Unfortunately, they moved in five different directions.
Pippa was attempting to untangle Bertie from her left leg when another dog walker approached.
The woman was immaculate.
Behind her walked six beautifully behaved dogs in a perfect little group.
No pulling.
No barking.
No tangles.
No sandwiches.
The woman smiled pleasantly.
“Morning!”
Pippa currently had one lead around her ankle, two around her waist, Mabel had stopped again, Bertie had tied something resembling a nautical knot around her knees, and George was renewing his application for French citizenship.
“Morning!” said Pippa brightly.
The woman continued serenely down the path.
Pippa watched her disappear.
She looked at her own dogs.
Nobody made eye contact.
Pickle swallowed the evidence.
Walter sat politely beside her.
“Good boy, Walter.”
Walter wagged his tail.
Eventually, Pippa managed to get everybody moving in approximately the same direction.
She checked her watch.
They had been walking for forty-five minutes.
According to her phone, they had travelled two hundred yards.
Most of those had been sideways.
Pippa sighed.
George pulled.
Mabel stopped.
Bertie changed sides.
Pickle inspected another hedge.
Walter remained perfect.
By the time they reached a park bench, Pippa was beginning to feel strangely optimistic.
She had survived.
Nobody had escaped.
George was still in England.
Mabel had covered almost half a mile, although much of it under protest.
Bertie had finally stopped knitting with the leads.
And Pickle hadn't stolen anything for nearly seven minutes.
Through it all, Walter had been perfect.
Walter hadn't pulled.
Walter hadn't stopped.
Walter hadn't tangled anybody.
Walter hadn't attempted to visit France.
Walter hadn't stolen anybody's lunch.
Pippa looked down at him.
“At least I've got you, Walter.”
Walter looked up lovingly.
Pippa smiled.
Walter wandered towards the park bench.
Beside it sat a beautiful, extremely expensive-looking handbag.
Walter sniffed it.
Pippa's smile disappeared.
“Walter?”
Walter lifted his leg.
Pippa's eyes widened.
“Walter...”
Walter took aim.
“WALTER!”
Too late.
A woman sitting on the other end of the bench slowly turned around.
Pippa froze.
Walter looked pleased with himself.
There was a very long silence.
Pippa looked at the handbag.
She looked at Walter.
She looked at the woman.
Then she looked down the path.
For one brief moment...
George heading for France seemed considerably more attractive.
“GEORGE!”
George's ears went up.
“No! Not actually!”
Behind them came another distant shout from the hedge.
“I KNOW I BROUGHT TWO SANDWICHES!”
Pickle's ears went up.
“Don't even think about it.”
Pickle thought about it.
Mabel sat down.
Bertie changed sides.
George resumed negotiations with France.
Walter wagged his tail.
And Pippa finally understood what her friend had meant.
The dogs really did walk themselves.
Pippa was merely the luggage.
Made with my Second Life avatar, Ai and edited in Photoshop
༺ Photography and Story by Pippa ༻
Strengths: Courageous, determined, confident, enthusiastic, optimistic, honest, passionate
Weaknesses: Impatient, moody, short-tempered, impulsive, aggressive
well... the strengths outweigh the weaknesses... haha!
Last shot from Banff - for now. Starting tomorrow I want to post some fairly recent images, sort of a farewell to winter (I'm being optimistic).
I made this shot at Bow Pass, about half an hour before my grizzly encounter (see photos from 2 & 3 days ago). It had snowed lightly overnight and a lot of the moisture was evaporating and rising from the valleys below. I think I overlooked this frame because there's so little colour in it - but then, mountain terrain can be cold and forbidding. I've been caught in many a back country camp in foul weather, when there was no choice but to hunker down and wait it out. On this morning, however, I had my car close at hand, and was merely poking around with my lens to see what I could see. Warm, dry clothes and a warm, dry tent awaited me in the valley below. My car had a good heater. I wasn't exactly roughing it.
Photographed in Banff National Park, Alberta (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2015 James R. Page - all rights reserved.