Situated in Lubeck Germany, this is river Trave again !

Being very busy, i will visit you the soonest possible !!

A cat in greenery is a harmonious combination ... however, cats are always and everywhere harmonious :)

The ancient Egyptians had a special relationship with cats: they were revered as sacred animals; mummified like humans; depicted in sculpture and frescoes. And the very first cat "portrait" was written by the Egyptians.

For a long time it was believed that the Egyptians tamed cats. However, in 2004, a burial site dating back to 9500 BC was discovered in Cyprus. e., in which a cat was found together with a man. A wild beast would hardly have been put in a grave. It turned out that cats lived with people long before they appeared in Egypt. The Middle East began to be considered the birthplace of domestic cats, and Egypt was forgotten for some time. But not for long: in 2008, a burial was opened in southern Egypt, in which six cats were found - a male, a female and four kittens. Although this burial was younger than the Cypriot one (about 6000 years), it became clear that cats were known in Egypt much earlier than was thought until recently.

It is known that the ancestor of the domestic cat was the steppe cat Felis silvestris lybica - it still lives in the steppe, desert and partly mountainous regions of Africa, Western, Central and Central Asia, in Northern India, Transcaucasia and Kazakhstan. In 2007, it was possible to establish that all modern cats descended from him.

Seafarers brought the first cats to Rus' in the pre-Christian era. Exotic animals were a valuable commodity: the cost of a cat until the 15th century was comparable to the value of a healthy arable animal - an ox.

P1360724 - Purple Moorhen - Size - 45 - 50 cm

# 364 - 05 Aug '2019 - 20:03 (14:33 GMT)

Purple Moorhen (Porphyrio poliocephalus) - is a species of swamphen occurring from the Middle East and the Indian subcontinent to southern China and northern Thailand.

Also Know as - Purple Swamphen, Grey-headed Swamphen, ...

WONDERFUL FACTS - The Slow Loris is one of the rarest primates.

Their closest relative is the African bush babies.

Slow Lorises may be slow, but they can travel around 8 kilometers in one night.

They are related to monkeys, apes and humans 🐾

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Happy birding 🐧

It would be possible to get this shot where I live HOWEVER that is not what happened.

The hawk is my shot that I took while out on a winter hike and although I do have trees like these around here, these particular trees are courtesy Unsplashed. I blended the two together for a little winter wonderland.

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“Nothing is impossible. The word itself says: ‘I’m possible!'” —Audrey Hepburn

Pano with three individual shots

I´m still testing best possible treatment to come as close as possible to the lifelike impression.

...of course they all denied it...but one seems...particularly... "suspicious"

The Crime:

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A Good Samaritan:

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OutreTerre - La nuit de tous les possibles

N’ayez crainte… Malgré ce que vos yeux vous disent, vous n’êtes pas seul. Fermez les yeux et vous verrez…

Dans le monde d’Outre Terre, l’aventure ne se déroule pas à l’ extérieur de vous, mais en vous. Et la réalité n’est qu’un des multiples possibles qui vous attendent.

Cet endroit se nomme Sautauriski, là où, selon une légende, les ancêtres du Nord se rassemblent durant les longues nuits de pleine lune, l’hiver.

Ne me demandez pas conseil avant d’avancer sur cette rivière gelée. Il n’existe pas de règles ou de méthodes sûres lorsqu’il s’agit d’entrer en contact avec ceux qui ont peuplés les mythes, les contes et les légendes de tant de générations humaines.

C’est un monde enchanté, une nuit de tous les possibles.

Patrice photographiste - Chroniques de Poësia

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Outland - Night of Mystery

Have no fear ... Despite what your eyes are telling you, you are not alone. Close your eyes and you will see …

In the world of Outland, the adventure does not take place outside of you, but within you; and reality is just one of the many possibilities that await you.

This place is called Sautauriski, where, according to a legend, the ancestors of the North gather during the long nights of the full moon, in winter.

Do not ask me for advice before advancing on this frozen river. There are no sure rules or methods of coming into contact with those who have populated the myths, tales and legends of so many generations of humans.

It's an enchanted world, a night of all possibilities.

Patrice photographiste - Chronicles of Poësia

Most of you already know, that I like macro a lot and most of the time I want to push the limits to get as close as possible with my camera. So I did with the frozen puddle of water and this is the result. I see al kind of faces, you too?

Just a SOOC, no processing whatever.

Possible geometries for an impossible daily life

Geometrias possíveis para um cotidiano impossível

São Paulo, Brazil, 2023

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O inevitável cotidiano / The inevitable daily

Coleção: A poesia dos movimentos invisíveis

É inevitável, pontos de conflito, linhas de organização e insurreição, invisbilidades. O tempo passa... por cima.

A poesia dos movimentos invisíveis: um olhar, um passo, um gesto, as linhas da cidade ou um detalhe qualquer, completados pelo olhar, criando uma poética nos movimentos que só existem no encontro entre corpos, fotógrafo, local, pessoas fotografados e quem vê a foto, e isso pode gerar uma potência de presença, uma dança estática.

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The inevitable daily

Collection: The poetry of invisible movements

It is inevitable, points of conflict, lines of organization and insurrection, invisibility. Time passes... over.

A look, a step, a gesture, the lines of the city or any detail, completed by the look, creating a poetics in the movements that only exist in the encounter between bodies, photographer, place, people photographed and who sees the photo, and this can generate a power of presence, a static dance.

Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.

Albert Einstein

HBW 😊 😊 😍

Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Pose/Lush Poses - Cowboy - Men Pose Pack

Tattoo / Leven Ink Tattoo - Crow Tattoo (unpacked)

Hair / Sintiklia - Hair Eric - Naturals

Pants / RKKN. Hooligan Combat Pants - Pink

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In the evening sun and after the rain: Großer Brachvogel (Numenius arquata) - (eurasion) curlew

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My 2019-2023 tours album is here:

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My bird album is here:

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My nature album is here:

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Großer Brachvogel (Numenius arquata) - (eurasion) curlew

de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gro%C3%9Fer_Brachvogel

Der Große Brachvogel (Numenius arquata) ist eine Vogelart aus der Familie der Schnepfenvögel (Scolopacidae). Es werden zwei Unterarten unterschieden. Die Nominatform ist in Mitteleuropa ein zunehmend seltener Brut- und Sommervogel. Die Rote Liste der Brutvögel Deutschlands von 2015 führt die Art in der Kategorie 1 als vom Aussterben bedroht.[1] Er ist während der Zugzeiten ein regelmäßiger Durchzügler und Rastvogel, der gebietsweise auch überwintert.[2]

In Deutschland war der Große Brachvogel im Jahre 1982 Vogel des Jahres.

Beschreibung

Der Große Brachvogel ist etwa 50 bis 60 cm lang und wiegt zwischen 600 und 1000 Gramm. Die Flügelspannweite beträgt 80 bis 100 cm. Die Vögel sind die größten Watvögel, und sie sind in Europa die häufigsten Vertreter der Brachvögel. Charakteristisches Kennzeichen des Großen Brachvogels ist der lange und stark nach unten gekrümmte Schnabel. Das Weibchen ist etwas größer als das Männchen und hat einen deutlich stärker gebogenen und längeren Schnabel. Ansonsten sehen die Geschlechter gleich aus.

Große Brachvögel sind eher unscheinbar gefärbt. Der Kopf, der Hals, die Brust die Körperoberseite sind fahl beigebraun mit dunklen Streifen und Flecken. Die Wangen sind dunkel gestrichelt und kontrastieren dadurch mit dem hellen Kinn- und Kehlfleck. Die Brust ist etwas kräftiger gestreift und wird zum Bauch hin heller. Im Flug wird der weiße Bürzel sichtbar, der mit dem weißen Rücken einen weißen Keil bildet.

Eurasian curlew

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eurasian_curlew

The Eurasian curlew or common curlew (Numenius arquata) is a wader in the large family Scolopacidae. It is one of the most widespread of the curlews, breeding across temperate Europe and Asia. In Europe, this species is often referred to just as the "curlew", and in Scotland known as the "whaup" in Scots.

This is the largest wader in its range, at 50–60 cm (20–24 in) in length, with an 89–106 cm (35–42 in) wingspan and a body weight of 410–1,360 g (0.90–3.00 lb).[2] It is mainly greyish brown, with a white back, greyish-blue legs and a very long curved bill. Males and females look identical, but the bill is longest in the adult female. It is generally not possible to recognize the sex of a single Eurasian curlew, or even several ones, as there is much variation; telling male and female of a mated pair apart is usually possible however.

The familiar call is a loud curloo-oo.

The only similar species over most of the curlew's range is the whimbrel (N. phaeopus). The whimbrel is smaller and has a shorter bill with a kink rather than a smooth curve. Flying curlews may also resemble bar-tailed godwits (Limosa lapponica) in their winter plumages; however, the latter have a smaller body, a slightly upturned beak, and legs that do not reach far beyond their tail tips. The Eurasian curlew's feet are longer, forming a conspicuous "point".

The curlew exists as a migratory species over most of its range, wintering in Africa, southern Europe and south Asia. Occasionally a vagrant individual reaches places far from its normal range, such as Nova Scotia[3] and the Marianas.[4][5] It is present all year in the milder climates of Ireland and the United Kingdom and its adjacent European coasts.

“I never lose hope,

For hope is the road travelled between impossible to possible.”

― Gillian Duce

Not 100% sure but I suspect it's ticks that are damaging the birds eyes, if you zoom in just under the eye there's something that looks like a fresh tick. Sorry Jean Marie but your comment made sense, I think you are right it's the ticks that's damaging the eyes..

Possible geometries for an impossible daily life

Geometrias possíveis para um cotidiano impossível

São Paulo, Brazil, 2023

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Coleção: A poesia dos movimentos invisíveis

É inevitável, pontos de conflito, linhas de organização e insurreição, invisbilidades. O tempo passa... por cima.

A poesia dos movimentos invisíveis: um olhar, um passo, um gesto, as linhas da cidade ou um detalhe qualquer, completados pelo olhar, criando uma poética nos movimentos que só existem no encontro entre corpos, fotógrafo, local, pessoas fotografados e quem vê a foto, e isso pode gerar uma potência de presença, uma dança estática.

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Collection: The poetry of invisible movements

It is inevitable, points of conflict, lines of organization and insurrection, invisibility. Time passes... over.

A look, a step, a gesture, the lines of the city or any detail, completed by the look, creating a poetics in the movements that only exist in the encounter between bodies, photographer, place, people photographed and who sees the photo, and this can generate a power of presence, a static dance.

Nijmegen, Veur/Lent - High water in river "De Waal"

With most shortlines generally operating on weekdays, I had to take advantage of an entire Wednesday off work yesterday. Initially I had planned to head east to Delaware on good authority that ESPN would run a blue and yellow trio out of Wilsmere, but when I punched this into the GPS I must've had a brainfart of some sort, as it began taking me west towards the MMID. By the time I noticed my mistake I was already half way to Union Bridge, so turning around would've been of a low mental standard. Instead I caught up to UBHF at Thurmont, where I was very pleasantly surprised to see a lashup of three flared 40's and a pair of oldies in tow, lined up with the 2060 facing east for the return. After a westbound chase to Highfield, I set up in Sabillasville after scoping out all the possible eastbound angles and settled for this winner. A nerve-wracking two hours later, and surely not long before the shadows consumed the ROW, the screaming dynamics of the MMID quintet could be heard roaring down the mountain, and a scene for the ages was converted into pixels.

Possible geometries for an impossible daily life

Geometrias possíveis para um cotidiano impossível

São Paulo, Brazil, 2023

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Coleção: A poesia dos movimentos invisíveis

É inevitável, pontos de conflito, linhas de organização e insurreição, invisbilidades. O tempo passa... por cima.

A poesia dos movimentos invisíveis: um olhar, um passo, um gesto, as linhas da cidade ou um detalhe qualquer, completados pelo olhar, criando uma poética nos movimentos que só existem no encontro entre corpos, fotógrafo, local, pessoas fotografados e quem vê a foto, e isso pode gerar uma potência de presença, uma dança estática.

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Collection: The poetry of invisible movements

It is inevitable, points of conflict, lines of organization and insurrection, invisibility. Time passes... over.

A look, a step, a gesture, the lines of the city or any detail, completed by the look, creating a poetics in the movements that only exist in the encounter between bodies, photographer, place, people photographed and who sees the photo, and this can generate a power of presence, a static dance.

Ed R. Levin County Park

Milpitas, CA

Thanks for your visit, faves and/or comments.

The water tower in the middle of the chapel bridge is part of the historic city fortification of Lucerne and is considered a landmark of the city.

The 35-metre-high octagonal and slightly leaning tower complements the city fortification towards the lake. Its construction time cannot be determined with certainty, but certainly after 1262, so even before the chapel bridge built. It has long served as a defensive and watchtower, as well as a cornerstone of the city's fortification. Over the years, he was a city archive, treasury, dungeon and torture chamber.

It is mentioned for the first time in 1367. The existing roof chair dates back to 1339. Since 1939 the tower has been rented to the Lucerne Artillery Association. The tower is rarely open to the public, usually only in summer.

On the lower floor of the tower is a dungeon. Its walls are three meters thick, there are neither windows nor doors. Access is only possible via an opening in the floor of the room above. The dungeon was probably used as a prison until 1759 and then abandoned. On the first floor is the so-called treasury. It served as a prison and as an interrogation and torture chamber until 1759. From 1759 to 1798 the state treasure was kept here, from 1798 to 1803 the room served again as a prison and from 1804 to keep the securities of the community. The second upper floor was until 1759 the place of storage of the Lucerne State Treasury and the State Archives.

When it was discovered in 1758 that money had been stolen for years, it was converted into a prison (until 1802). From 1804 to 1919 he again housed the municipal archive. The striking stork nest on the top of the tower has not been used for over 100 years. The 15-metre-high attic served as an interrogation and torture chamber. Since 1892 alpine sailors have been breeding here in a colony, which is supervised by the Ornithological Society of the City of Lucerne (OGL), since 1959 on behalf of the City Council of Lucerne. The Alpine sailing colony in the water tower is the largest Alpine swift "Tachymarptis melba" colony in central Switzerland.

It is possible to go inside, but it is not easy to do. Because the steps leading to the front door were torn off. In addition, it is quite clear that everything that can be taken from this house has been stolen.

This was the first image I shot, at this new favorite place. The composition is similar to my previous post; however the lighting is very different. Shot during sunset, I was able to record a wide range in contrast of light. A neutral density grad is necessary to keep both the sky and canyon details as correctly exposed as possible. Adjusting white & color balance in post-processing keeps tones looking very close to the way my eyes witnessed the scene.

Possible juv

Spain; Murcia, Los Alcazares 27/11/21

Three birds in total,1m,2f. Visions of possible breeding were quickly dashed when male and one of the females moved on as did the final female.A lovely experience of such beautiful birds.

Many thanks for looking at my pictures.

“Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow.”

― J.M. Barrie, The Little Minister

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-BnRZ52jHs

The Closest Thing To Crazy by Katie Melua

There you are; so distantly; hidden behind the blossom where lovers meet;

standing so pensively on castle stones trodden smooth

by the endless march of time and soldier's feet.

There you dream so deeply; scented flowers wafting by, in clouds of white,

falling gently to the ground, like angel feathers float down from the skies at night.

I look to you in vain hope you will see how much your story means to me,

but we are parted by nine hundred years and a thousand deep seated memories;

through layered time and misty veils of weathered treasures,

I seek the truth of all that went before and ancient pleasures.

My romantic heart has travelled through the morning haze,

to find you here and follow quietly the direction of your silent gaze.

I wonder if you will ever look my way or brighten up my darkest day.

I trace your steps across the lawn and make my way; to await the dawn.

I'm surer than I've ever been that lost in time; a change of scene,

our love that once traversed the universe was never just a dream.

In my pocket I carry with me the musty yellowed remnants of what you wrote;

imprinted on my mind and soaked by tears I shed and filled with hope.

Is it possible to transcend the sands of time and love at last will find a home

within a heart where sorrow lived so long that love was left no room …

- AP - Copyright remains with the author

'copyright image please do not reproduce without permission'

It’s still possible in these mesh-charged days in Second Life to get a perfect gorgeous gown that’s still essentially an old-fashioned flex offering, and here’s a brand new example from Sascha’s Designs. Though the basic dress is mesh, all of the trimmings are decidedly flex and move and float with your body in a frankly adorable way! The beautiful hair is the new offering from D!va at the current C88.

Credits

Eurasian Jay (Garrulus glandarius)

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My latest ANIMAL VIDEO (it's very brief but pretty unusual: a tiny wall lizard attacks two young great tits): www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQqkSsyrm7E

THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO: MY LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY TO BIRD PHOTOGRAPHY

If you've set yourself the challenge of exclusively shooting the wildlife in your own back yard, you might find - as I did - that bird photography is really, really hard.

It's not that reptiles are easy to photograph either, mind - but at least the ones in my garden stay (for the most part) on the ground, and one can learn how to carefully approach them with a camera. They're also clearly egoists, which from a photographer's point of view is is a great character trait: if a lizard detects a human in its vicinity, it's only interested in saving its own skin, and it won't alarm its buddies.

But birds... oh man. Over the years, my feathered friends and I have developed a lovely routine that now defines our peaceful co-existence. As soon as I as much as open a window (let alone the door), I'm instantly greeted by an eruption of panicky fluttering and hysterical shouts from my garden: "SAVE YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND FLY FOR YOUR LIVES: THE HAIRLESS, PINK MONSTER IS COMING!!! (Yes, I speak bird, and I know that this is exactly what they are shouting 😉).

Needless to say, with the exception of the redstart I already showed here, all my efforts to get the kind of detailed shots I usually strive for with my nature photography ended in complete failure and utter disillusionment. I was ready to give up on stalking the winged misanthropes in my garden altogether, but then winter came - and changed everything.

One day this past January I observed my neighbor Signora P - a kind, elderly Italian lady - putting something on the low garden wall in front of my house. At first I thought she was just putting some treat there for her cat Romeo; the young tom patrols that wall constantly (it's his favorite spot in the garden, and during the warmer months he usually lurks in the thick foliage next to it to prey on lizards).

But once I detected a lot of movement on that wall through my window, I understood she had put a little pile of bread crumbs there; she was feeding the birds who soon arrived in flocks. This was certainly well-intended on my neighbor's part, but her noble action came with a catch, and I'm afraid quite literally.

When I took a stroll through my garden the next day I discovered a suspicious amount of feathers on the ground next to the wall. Romeo had apparently switched from his low-calorie summer diet (lizard) to more energy-rich meals consisting of "fowl" (it was winter after all, so from a nutritionist's point of view this made sense).

I would find fresh traces of Romeo's victims (mostly feathers, but also the odd wing) in my garden over the following days; so my first intuition that my neighbor was feeding her cat hadn't been that far off after all, as Romeo was now clearly being "served" fresh birds on a daily basis. And although the hungry visitors seemed to be aware of the danger and became slightly more prudent, they just couldn't resist the tasty snacks Signora P put on that wall - and neither could Romeo.

It was obvious that I had to act, but talking to my neighbor - who is as stubborn as she is kind - would have been futile, I knew that much. I pondered the matter long and hard - until a light bulb went off in my head. The idea was genius. If successful, what I had in mind would not only increase the birds' chances of surviving Romeo's appetite, but also greatly benefit my own photographic endeavors.

I started to enact my master plan the very next day by buying a giant bag of bird feed (consisting mainly of sunflower seeds) from the store. Then I dragged a huge piece of a tree trunk (approx. 120 cm in height) that we normally chop firewood on in the shed out into the garden and emptied almost half of the bag's content on top of it. Signora P's buffet for birds (and cats) was about to get some serious competition 😊.

My reasoning was as follows: not only would the birds be lured away from the fatally low garden wall to a place where they were safe from the cat - there was nothing around that tree trunk that provided cover for a predator, and the birds had a nice 360° view around it at all times - but I was also able to photograph them while hiding in the shed.

However, in order for my plan to work there was one little extra measure I had to take, and it was one that risked lowering my own life expectancy considerably once the owner of the property - my mom - discovered it. You see, our shed is completely windowless, so if I wanted to use it as a blind, I had no choice but to cut a hole into one of its wooden walls... which I promptly did (I figured all's fair in love - and photography 😉).

Granted, I have absolutely zero carpentering skills, and it showed. That hole was an ugly mess: the shed's wall seemed to have had an encounter with Jack Nicholson's ax-wielding lunatic character from the film 'The Shining'. Needless to say, I was incredibly proud of my work (I mean, come on: there now was a hole where before there wasn't a hole, and it was big enough for the lens of my camera to peek through, so it was mission accomplished as far as I was concerned).

Now all I had to do was wait for the birds to discover the tree trunk. In the meantime I started to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable confrontation with my mom and go through possible explanations for that splintering hole in the wall (it was either gonna be a rabid woodpecker attack or an emergency rescue mission with a feeding tube for a little kid that had accidentally locked himself inside the shed - both seemed valid options, though I slightly preferred the locked-in kid due to the involved drama and heroism 😉).

A whole day went by, and not a single bird visited the sunflower seeds. I had expected that it might take a few hours until the first of the ever curious great tits or blue tits would show up, but given how tiny my garden is, an entire day seemed excessive. Then another day came and went: the birds kept flocking to the bread crumbs on the wall, and my tree trunk kept collecting dust. To add injury to insult, a few fresh feathers on the ground were proof that Romeo was still feasting.

It was incredibly frustrating: I provided my winged guests with a much better view - plus a higher chance of surviving the cuisine - than Signora P's place; I risked (almost) certain death at the hands of my own mother (OK, the act of vandalism on the shed I had committed for my own benefit, but still), yet the birds kept ignoring me.

Then, after three days, just before sunset, I spotted a single blue tit on the tree trunk picking away at the sunflower seeds.

When I got up the next morning I immediately realized that the loud noise that accompanies each and every tit activity had shifted from the wall to the shed. At last the dam had broken: there was a flurry of movement around the tree trunk, and I counted at least 5 different species of birds feasting on the sunflower seeds.

From day 4 onward my plan worked beautifully: the birds now indeed mostly ignored Romeo's "snack wall" and kept to the tree trunk. And yes, I was able to play peeping tom from behind the shed's wall and photograph them!! 😊

Thus, dear readers, I finally managed to produce some acceptable bird photos, and I had even saved my feathered friends from a deadly foe in the process. All through winter and spring I took advantage of my new bird hide, and in late May I started mixing some cherries with the sunflower seeds. The idea was to attract a Eurasian jay (Garrulus glandarius), and as you can see, it worked!

It took me almost three weeks and more than a few tricks to capture that clever fella, but given how long I've been rambling here already, that's a story for another day. As for my mom, she still doesn't know about the hole in the wall, so please don't snitch! 😉.

I hope you like the photo and wish you all a wonderful weekend! Many greetings from Switzerland, and as always: let me know what you think in the comments 🙏 😊 ❤!

P.S. if anyone has their own funny tale about the obstacles we photographers are prepared to overcome for a desired photo, please write it in the comments: I love such stories 😊

Unmögliches wird möglich.

The impossible becomes possible.

in honor of everyone digging out this morning.... Kind of sad I am in Santa Fe and missing it all

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Shot at 800mm (35mm eq.)

Thank you very much for all your faves and I will react on your given comments as soon as possible

Snapshot

Digital immersive interactive art

Rafael Lozano-Hemmer

Art numérique, immersif et interactif

Musée Arsenal

Montréal Qc

exploreJan 30, 2014 #20

digital art

Faith makes things possible, not easy. ~Author Unknown

“Trust the wait. Embrace the uncertainty. Enjoy the beauty of becoming. When nothing is certain, anything is possible”

― Mandy Hale

Happy Sliders Sunday ( I almost missed it!)

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Possiblement s'espanta del seu reflex.

Emberiza hortulana

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Possible Crimson x Eastern Rosella (?), near Bulla, Melbourne, Australia. Not sure if this bird is a hybrid? It has most of the features of an Eastern Rosella, but it has prominent green feathers on the head and around the eye, as female and immature Crimson Rosella's have. The bright white feathers below the beak confirm that it is at least partly an Eastern Rosella.

Image taken early February 2023.