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Camera: Nikon D300
Lens: Tokina 12-24mm
Exposure: 2.5 sec (5/2)
Aperture: f/22
Focal Length: 12 mm
ISO Speed: 200
A small part of a wall between 2 shopwindows of a shop for interior design painted and sculpted in bronze.
Persistent Chipping Sparrow putting the full body press on a sunflower seed.
Very common migrant and Summer resident.
A persistent pattern of extremely warm and dry weather has suddenly given way frequent downpours. Rain seems to materialize out of nowhere and without warning. Air temperature drops ten or more degrees in just minutes, only to rebound once the storms move on. This morning brought another round of storms. Unlike the stealthy ones of the past few days, the arrival of this completes was heralded by ominously dark skies that actually caused the streetlights to illuminate. Thunder rumbled seemingly for miles creating the 'bowling alley' effect where the sound emanates from one point of the compass clear across to the opposite. Lightning split the sky open several times, impossibly bright even in daylight. I winced instinctively timely several times in response to the intense flashes of light. The storm churned north of the village for some time, creating stunning visuals but without precipitation. These are the moments I live for, experiencing the wrath of Mother Nature but at a reasonable safe distance. Finally I began to get peppered with ice cold droplets of rain. Not a soft summer rain that you don't mind being in. This was hard rain, stinging to the touch. Rain like this serves as a warning of what's ahead and I've learned to heed it. This forlorn pair of figurines, a Madonna and Virgin Mary, stand lonely vigil over a grave about to get blasted. You can almost sense the resignation of the distant figure: 'oh not again.' The head had broken off of the other figure, but had been reattached (as if no one would notice). Even the gash across the neck could not quell the look of defiance; unbowed even by the intensity of the impending storm.
La encina, que conserva más un rayo
de sol que todo un mes de primavera,
no siente lo espontáneo de su sombra,
la sencillez del crecimiento; apenas
si conoce el terreno en que ha brotado.
Con ese viento que en sus ramas deja
lo que no tiene música, imagina
para sus sueños una gran meseta.
Y con qué rapidez se identifica
con el paisaje, con el alma entera
de su frondosidad y de mí mismo.
Llegaría hasta el cielo si no fuera
porque aún su sazón es la del árbol.
Días habrá en que llegue. Escucha mientras
el ruido de los vuelos de las aves,
el tenue del pardillo, el de ala plena
de la avutarda, vigilante y claro.
Así estoy yo. Qué encina, de madera
más oscura quizá que la del roble,
levanta mi alegría, tan intensa
unos momentos antes del crepúsculo
y tan doblada ahora. Como avena
que se siembra a voleo y que no importa
que caiga aquí o allí si cae en tierra,
va el contenido ardor del pensamiento
filtrándose en las cosas, entreabriéndolas,
para dejar su resplandor y luego
darle una nueva claridad en ellas.
Y es cierto, pues la encina ¿qué sabría
de la muerte sin mí? ¿Y acaso es cierta
su intimidad, su instinto, lo espontáneo
de su sombra más fiel que nadie? ¿Es cierta
mi vida así, en sus persistentes hojas
a medio descifrar la primavera?
Claudio Rodríguez
One recent drizzly cloudy afternoon I was scouting around for an interesting composition of Lake Te Anau. I noticed a lone fisherman, - he was trying his luck. Great skill and persistence required no doubt. Just the two of us there at the time. Similar to photography, I'd suggest fishing is mostly about the joy of the experience and being out there rather than necessarily the end-result. Lake Te Anau is the largest of the southern glacial lakes. Most of Lake Te Anau is within the boundaries of Fiordland National Park and the Te Wahipounamu World Heritage site. A special place for me and lucky we can visit often.
This little cutie persistently accompanied us during the hike into the depths of Grand Canyon and many of his sisters and brothers were a common sight begging for food along the rim too. He looks innocent but don't let the looks deceive you. This is a harmless appearing critter that actually causes the MOST wildlife related injuries in Grand Canyon. Not an elk. Not a mountain lion. Not a rattle snake. But a squirrel.
Rock squirrels have become habituated to human food because people have been feeding them. These people think they are doing the right thing, but this behavior will spread diseases and cause injuries ultimately leading to an animal's demise. It is prohibited to feed wild animals in all National Parks, and they stay healthier when people do not feed them!
Due to getting used to human foods rock squirrels will beg, get aggressive and have been known to steal it directly from people's pockets, hands and backpacks!
Aujourd'hui promenade au coeur du sentier des mimosas à Tanneron.
Tanneron est la commune la plus orientale du Pays de Fayence à la limite des Alpes Maritimes et formée de nombreux hameaux dispersés.
Le massif est favorable à la culture, plus particulièrement du mimosa et de l’eucalyptus. Tanneron est la commune du Var, voire de France, la plus fleurie en matière de mimosa. Au sein de ses véritables « Forêts jaunes », l’odeur y est capiteuse et persistante.
La Route du Mimosa permet, de décembre à mars, de rallier Bormes-les-Mimosas à Grasse, au cours de corsos fleuris et festifs.
Today, a walk along the mimosa trail in Tanneron.
Tanneron is the easternmost commune of the Pays de Fayence on the edge of the Alpes Maritimes and is made up of many scattered hamlets.
The massif is ideal for growing mimosa and eucalyptus in particular. Tanneron is the commune in the Var, or even in France, with the most flowers in terms of mimosa. In the heart of its real "Yellow Forests", the smell is heady and persistent.
The Mimosa Route allows you to join Bormes-les-Mimosas to Grasse from December to March, during festive flower parades.
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Dem Star geht das anhaltende Regenwetter wohl auch auf den Zeiger.
The persistent rainy weather is probably also getting on the starling's nerves.
The Persistent Inversion - Todd Crag, Lake District, Cumbria - 54°25'34.47" N 2°58'46.158" W
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A persistent haze filtered out nearly all of the colour in this backlit panorama. This is a full colour rendition--no desaturation. In fact, besides stitching, the only processing I've done was to cranking up the contrast considerably and sharpen a touch. Out of curiousity, I tried maximizing saturation, but that had virtually no impact.
The Nuthatch is a very pretty bird and quite distinctive in its plumage which makes it very easy to identify, they have strong bills which they need for removing bark and/or retrieving stored food ie nuts. The Nuthatch is very happy to visit gardens and enjoys the food people put out for the birds, they are also very persistent in ensuring they get as much food as they need by being a little bullish with the other birds around the feeders. They however prefer insects which they collect from tree trunks and branches but in the winter months they conceal surplus nuts in tree bark so they can retrieve them when natural food is scarce, they use their bills to hammer these nuts open. They nest in tree cavities also old Woodpecker nests, they lay between 6 to 8 eggs and it is the female who incubates the eggs and the chicks hatch after about 14 days then both parents feed their chicks and they fledge the nest after about 25 days.
Since I am in a persistent low ebb state of mind, my friends, I feel rather poor in words lately. I would leave the image and its title the task of conveying everything they can to you. I was thinking of this scene autobiographically in terms of quantum physics - something about low energy states and quantum tunneling effect... - deeply beautiful stuff for my mind, but arguably a bit challenging and, above all, apparently arid for most of you. However you have been lucky enough that a recent comment to one of my photos from my friend Amanda happened to include an expression that immediately struck me as being the perfect title for this scene (just a minor adaptation, from plural to singular). So here we are: just a photo with its title - and a negligible text you could quite safely avoid reading (although, well, if you are reading these words then...) ;-)
I have been working on this shot for months - trying, trashing, trying anew, and so on... Multiple ebbs and flows of ungratifying post-processing. Moments of enthusiastic work interposed with long intervals of neglet. I had (and still have) a problem with the foreground: while I loved the sea and the sky (I cannot begin telling how many different flavours of this scenery have come out of my forge during this long gestational process), the foreground stubbornly resisted every new post-proc assault. At last I have found an almost decent tradeoff between what I would like to get and what I have really got, so I have decided to upload the image, hoping for some comment/criticism helping me to get a better result than the present one.
I have obtained this picture by blending an exposure bracketing [-1.3/0/+1.3 EV] by luminosity masks in the Gimp (EXIF data, as usual, refer to the "normal exposure" shot), then I added some final touches with Nik Color Efex Pro 4 and a bit of denoising with Dfine 2.
Explored on 2016/12/16, ended n* 49
Reflections in a water lilies pond ( An apartment building is reflected on the right )
PS : This is Music for my eyes :-)
North Park
The lenticular cloud near the horizon lasted for over 12 hours and was seen on weather satellite as an isolated cloud just south of the Wyoming-Colorado border. The other clouds depicted are cirro-cumulus lenticular and contrail at right.
Taken 6 minutes after sunset.
Picture of the Day
SN/NC: Brugmansia Candida, Solanaceae Family
The picture was taken in the Forest Hills Condominium. B. candida is a perennial shrub widely introduced as an ornamental in tropical and subtropical regions of the world that have escaped from cultivation to become invasive principally in waste places in and around settled areas. It is also a long persistent relic of cultivation in old gardens. This species spreads by seeds, but also by cuttings and stem segments and it may persist as suckering clumps particularly in moist sites.
Trombeta, Canudo, Zabumba, Trombeteira, flor tóxica e medicinal nas cores amarela, branca e rosada. Planta invasiva e também medicinal. Presente em áreas tropical e subtropical das Américas, Nova Zelandia e Australia além do Hawaii. Ela atrai besouros (moths) com seu perfume pois eles são os polinadores. Ela produz sementes mas também pode ser reproduzida por estacas. Em algumas áreas é considerada invasiva.
B. candida es un arbusto perenne ampliamente introducido como ornamental en las regiones tropicales y subtropicales del mundo que han escapado del cultivo para convertirse en invasoras principalmente en lugares de desechos en y alrededor de áreas pobladas. También es una reliquia de cultivo persistente durante mucho tiempo en jardines antiguos. Esta especie se propaga por semillas, pero también por esquejes y segmentos de tallos y puede persistir como grupos de chupones, particularmente en sitios húmedos.
B. candida is een meerjarige struik die op grote schaal wordt geïntroduceerd als sierplant in tropische en subtropische gebieden van de wereld die aan de teelt zijn ontsnapt om invasief te worden, voornamelijk op woeste plaatsen in en rond bewoonde gebieden. Het is ook een lang aanhoudend overblijfsel van de teelt in oude tuinen. Deze soort verspreidt zich door zaden, maar ook door stekken en stengelsegmenten en kan blijven bestaan als zuigende bosjes, vooral op vochtige plaatsen.
B. candida è un arbusto perenne ampiamente introdotto come ornamentale nelle regioni tropicali e subtropicali del mondo che è sfuggito alla coltivazione per diventare invasivo principalmente nei luoghi incolti all'interno e intorno alle aree abitate. È anche una lunga e persistente reliquia della coltivazione nei vecchi giardini. Questa specie si diffonde per seme, ma anche per talea e segmenti di fusto e può persistere come cespi succhiatori particolarmente nei siti umidi.
B. candida est un arbuste vivace largement introduit comme plante ornementale dans les régions tropicales et subtropicales du monde qui s'est échappé de la culture pour devenir envahissant principalement dans les terrains vagues dans et autour des zones habitées. C'est aussi une longue relique persistante de culture dans les jardins anciens. Cette espèce se propage par graines, mais aussi par boutures et segments de tige et elle peut persister sous forme de touffes drageonnantes en particulier dans les sites humides.
B. candida ist ein mehrjähriger Strauch, der in tropischen und subtropischen Regionen der Welt weit verbreitet als Zierpflanze eingeführt wurde und der Kultivierung entgangen ist, um hauptsächlich in Mülldeponien in und um besiedelte Gebiete invasiv zu werden. Es ist auch ein lang anhaltendes Relikt der Kultivierung in alten Gärten. Diese Art verbreitet sich durch Samen, aber auch durch Stecklinge und Stängelsegmente und kann insbesondere an feuchten Standorten als saugende Klumpen bestehen bleiben.
B. カンジダは、世界中の熱帯および亜熱帯地域に観賞用植物として広く導入されている多年生低木ですが、栽培から逃れて主に人口密集地およびその周辺の荒地に侵入してきました。また、古代の庭園で長く栽培され続けてきた名残でもあります。この種は種子によって繁殖しますが、挿し木や茎の部分によっても繁殖し、特に湿気の多い場所では吸盤の塊の形で存続することがあります。
ب. كانديدا هي شجيرة معمرة تم تقديمها على نطاق واسع كنبات للزينة في المناطق الاستوائية وشبه الاستوائية من العالم وقد نجت من الزراعة لتصبح غازية بشكل رئيسي في مدافن النفايات في المناطق المأهولة بالسكان وحولها. وهي أيضًا بقايا طويلة الأمد للزراعة في الحدائق القديمة. ينتشر هذا النوع من خلال البذور ، ولكن أيضًا من خلال العقل وأجزاء الساق ويمكن أن يستمر ككتل ماصة ، خاصة في الأماكن الرطبة.
Dave had already disappeared, seemingly swallowed by the forest and its secrets. Maybe he just wanted to escape the endless drizzle, but something told us otherwise. In the woods, Dave can see things that escape me entirely. We knew it would be at least an hour until we saw him again. Dave was entering Dave World, a place where everything makes sense and all is calm. He’d be just fine.
By his own admission, Lee wasn’t feeling the love. He couldn’t see the forest sprites emerging from the mist. “Everything is just a tangled mess!” he complained as he watched Carl and I creeping around the mossy boulders at the edges of this magical dark green world. Lee likes minimal, and this was anything but. Maybe he’d find a lone tree for his Leica somewhere outside the woodland. But with the filthy elements in such a persistent mood, his state of the art camera stayed in the bag.
On the walk from the car park, I mostly chatted with Carl. Carl and I had been “friends” on another platform for a couple of years by now, and although he only lives just over the border in west Devon, this was the first time we’d met. We had much to talk about, including his autumn workshop visit to Iceland, which had been interesting to say the least. We shared future plans, anecdotes on locations and even more importantly, he told us that the Fox Tor Cafe in Princetown had excellent reviews. That was lunch sorted then.
While Carl had been here a handful of times, this was just my second visit. The first time had been six years earlier, when I’d placed reasonably well in the over fifties category in a nearby 10k trail race that took us from the high ground at Castle Drogo down into the depths of Fingle Woods alongside the River Teign, another location I’ve long wanted to photograph but still not made it to. On that day my partner in crime was Emma, an old friend of many years whose race plan was always the complete opposite of mine. Whereas she’d charge off from the starting line like a bull at a gate, I’d struggle to find an early rhythm and be wheezing away like a broken accordion. Towards the end I’d be settled in, breathing evenly and feeling strong, by which time she’d be hyperventilating noisily and demanding more Haribo. We stuck together throughout the course, each taking turns to swear and curse at the other for dragging them out on a soaking March morning - all because the finishers’ medals looked so delightfully blingy. “Give ‘em a shiny thing for getting over the finish line and they’ll come in numbers,” said the organisers to themselves. The language from my companion in that last steep uphill mile was especially fruity that day.
After more than six miles of purgatory in running shoes, Emma had gone to spend the afternoon with her in-laws who lived nearby. I’d brought my camera gear with intentions to ignore the fast road and roll back across the moor. The wood had been one of the two places I planned to visit. “Now let’s see - trail running shoes, check. Compression socks, check. Waterproof winter trousers, check. Welly boots, double check.” It seemed I had everything I needed - except for the conditions. That day I carefully focus stacked a strangely symmetrical frame among the carnage, but in retrospect I’m not sure it was worth the bother. To make this place ping, you really need a bit of mist. Or a lot more skill in Photoshop than I possessed.
Today, six years later things were pinging quite nicely. I mean you can always have more fog of course, but the meteorological lottery was rewarding us well for our efforts. And we’d started very early, which you probably know isn’t my thing at all. In fact, when I later told one of you that I’d been up before 6am in preparation for this outing, he demanded to know who’d hacked into my Whatsapp and threatened to call the authorities. But yes, we’d arrived here at eight, met a few moments later by Carl, and slooshed our way through the mud to the woods, enveloped in a grungy grey curtain, just as we’d hoped for.
It might take a while to start to see things, but when you do, it’s really quite rewarding. Nick, who joined us a little later, has been here countless times, yet he told us he still often finds new shapes emerging from the mist. And now, as I stole away from the others and headed a few yards north, I found the lollipop stick, poking through a mossy “V” shaped frame. No faffing around with focus stacks this time, just a straightforward thumbprint on the main attraction and let everything else recede into a blur. There’s so much waiting here to be discovered.
Dave had that quiet smugness about him which always means he’s found a masterpiece. Carl looked happy enough too. Lee was chewing a Snickers bar. I think the Leica had come out briefly, but he was really saving it for the lone hawthorns we’d find elsewhere later. For three of us at least, the first full day had started well, but it was time to move on and find the next location.
Persistent north winds for the past few days have brought the yellow-rumped warbler migration to a grinding halt. Strong south winds are forecast tomorrow and we'll say goodbye to these beautiful "myrtle" warblers until September when they head back south from Canada.
Salida de AFC a Lasesarre.
Menos mal que ese puente nos has brindado un poco de protección contra la persistente lluvia, el frío lo hemos combatido con el calor que proporciona la buena compañía, en resumen una mañana en b&n.
A small Persistent waxcap seeking shelter under it's "mothers" bonnet
Hygrocybe acutoconica
Persistent Waxcap
Puntmutswasplaat
Lining up to depart rwy 09R in persistent rainfall heading for CFB Trenton via Charleston AFB SC as CFC3661.
Gentle persistent rain. At first it feels OK but you gradually get soaking wet.
A bit like a "frog in hot water".
Urban myth has it that if you put a frog in a pot of boiling water it will instantly leap out. But if you put it in a pot filled with pleasantly tepid water and gradually heat it, the frog will remain in the water until it boils to death. Allegedly, the frog is not able to detect the gradual increase in temperature until it's too late.
The story is often used as a metaphor for the inability or unwillingness of people to react to or be aware of sinister threats that arise gradually rather than suddenly.
According to modern biologists the premise is false: changing location is a natural thermoregulation strategy for frogs and other ectotherms, and is necessary for survival in the wild. A frog that is gradually heated will jump out. Furthermore, a frog placed into already boiling water will die immediately, not jump out.
Wellington Somerset,UK.
A persistent, blustery spring wind tousles the lupine and balsam root blooms that decorate the hillsides of Dalles Mountain Ranch, Washington.
After successfully surprising my mother with an unannounced visit for Mother's Day, we enjoyed the task of determining what to do with our time together. The timing was perfect for the balsam root in the Columbia River Gorge, and the range of mother's electric vehicle looked just about right for making it to the Ranch and back again with a few miles to spare. The Gorge has a more famous balsam root population further west on the Oregon side of the river, but it was delightful to explore some place a bit less popular. The Ranch itself once supported several homesteading families and numerous sheep. The odd patch of non-native trees, out of place amongst the natives and in unexpected locations on the landscape, are testaments to the homesteaders' efforts to shape the place to their tastes.
Technical notes: Hand-held focus stack of three images.
Persistent rain all day, miserable and overcast. But plenty of water made for a full waterfall. Every cloud has a silver lining...!
I started this hydrangea as a cutting from the original shrub, which had brilliant blue flowers. But my new plant doesn't want to be blue, it's persistently (six years) pink.
I've tried every trick in the gardener's handbook: burying old rusting bits of metal around the roots, digging in coffee grounds, applying aluminum sulfate three times in the spring...and each year my efforts are foiled and its blooms are pink.
The latest opinion from an old gardener is that a plant made from a cutting reverts back to its original colour. And if I want a blue hydrangea, his advice is to buy one.
Well. I think pink fading to cream is just lovely, don't you? :-)
Project 365-228
I have this persistent fantasy where a) I have my shit together and b) I get up early in the morning and c) I go out shooting, just to see what I can see.
Yesterday I almost made it happen.
The day dawned foggy and misty but warm... and I knew that, when the sun broke out, I'd have opportunities to shoot some moist dewy dropletty things in the woods. So I grabbed my camera (for the first time in ages) and leashed up Echo and headed out before Mike had even left for work.
The spiders were ready for us. Holy smokaroleys. There were whole trees hung with glistening webs... and bushes and grasses and even broom and gorse. Those enterprising spiders don't miss a trick. They'd webbed up pretty much everything they could. And every single web was glistening with drops. And I got there just in time.
See... until the sun busts out, the droplets look like nothing. And... not long after the sun busts out, the droplets evaporate... and are nothing. So yesterday I had the timing absolutely down. Too bad I had so much trouble with focus. It's hard to get close enough to shoot the individual drops without breathing on the webs, or touching something they're hooked onto, or otherwise getting them swinging. The slightest bit of breeze can fuck you up completely, as can the slightest shake of hands or move of head.
But hey. I was out there. I got off my ass and actually pointed and clicked.
I'd like to say I'm back but... I don't think so. It's gonna take more than a few dewy webs to restore my photomania.