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Green Heron perched in the tree tops. One wonders why it's called a green heron since it's every color but that!
Adapt to polluted waters and a smoggy sky or die.
Fish sculpture from Kirkland Summerfest 2014. Part of fishfrolic.com. Unable to determine the artist. Background image shot at Clarke Beach Park on Mercer Island, WA.
One texture from Evelyn Flint / Texture Time
The hollow eyes of a trashed-out locomotive in the woods near Albany, N.Y. It’s a General Electric U25B, or U-Boat, as the U series was nicknamed.
This is Conrail #2510, formerly a New York Central locomotive. It dates to the early 1960s, and was part of the stash a local railroad historical group set aside in the 1990s for preservation. That plan didn't work out so well.
Because of the wet weather, I was shooting with a big rubbery lens hood which led to some unusual effects.
Green Heron (Butorides virescens) ~ Polk County, Florida
A green heron 'cranes' its neck to get a better lay of the land. It's always an impressive thing to watch their neck length change so drastically when they do this.
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Was out storm chasing the other day. Actually for me it's more like storm waiting. I much prefer to stake out a location and let the storms come to me. Driving around actually subverts the intensity of the moment. I much prefer to focus all of my senses on the storm itself. Anything else is merely a distraction. The afternoon had seen a couple of small but powerful storms rip across the landscape dropping copious amounts of rain in very short order. Bright sun broke out in between storms, providing considerable heat energy to fuel yet more storms. Sure enough, early evening saw a massive wall of rain and storm developing on Doppler radar several miles to my west and inching my way. I made my way to high ground not far from home. An easy walk that put me in the path of a behemoth of nature. Under echoed across the valley well in advance of the storm's arrival. Wasn't long before a massive roll cloud appeared on the horizon. Times like this I can't believe what I'm seeing. I love the dynamics of these storms. The cloud structure and wind change by the second. There's no apparent motion, yet the clouds encroach steadily. The peril is imminent, yet there is an irresistible urge to stay put, to watch it unfold. One sensation that never grows old is the wave of darkness that envelopes both land and sky. That and the odd waves of alternately hot and cold air that blow out from the core of the storm. As the storm approached from west it began to encircle me with rain wrapping in from the south and insanely dark clouds racing in from the north. It was like standing in the middle of a giant storm "horseshoe" with the last vestige of daylight about to be eclipsed by storm. I watched as that band of light on the horizon became ever thinner until it simply melted into the tree line. This is the point in a storm where photography transitions into a flight for life. I began a fast downhill walk that soon became a slow jog. I could hear that familiar hissing sound behind me...heavy rain moving in curtains far faster than I can run. Pure adrenaline.
Taken recently at Rhossili - a field full of beautiful sunflowers. Thought the one standing out from the crowd looked a bit like a periscope!! HFF everyone