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Possibly one of the best photography days of my life, so far. I took many, many shots of a couple of female Crossbills leading up to this set. At this point I was directly under her as she enjoyed the pine cones and kept a watchful eye on me. These are exported directly from Lightroom with little or no edits at all, in fact, I had to back off the lens to keep her in shot. A wonderful experience that she allowed me to share
Possibly one of the most photographed cars I have seen locally. Have been wondering about posting this one for sometime. My first car was a sedan version of this. Had planned to restore, but soon found other things to spend my money on.
Brompton, South Australia
Monday June 15th 1998
I could possibly be fading
Or have something more to gain
I could feel myself growing colder
I could feel myself under your fate
Well first let me start off by saying this entry was written on Tuesday morning. I was too pissed off, depressed and emotionally drained to take the time last night. I guess you could say I am in a bit of a tailspin right now - headed propeller first into the ground. I’ll get to it eventually…but first…yesterday was incredible (to begin with). I spent the whole day just hiking, walking and driving around the canyon. Then I sat at Mather Point for nearly six hours staring and thinking…Replaying the last eight years in my head - trying to understand how I got here. Then the sunset came. I didn’t think that it could get any better than the night before, but it did. With each minute and passing second the canyon shadows and colors changed - and the clouds refracted each new kaleidoscope of color. As the sun sank lower in the sky, the clouds grew dark and gray. It almost looked like rain was coming. The clouds were everything from fire red, to ocean blue, to deep purple - fading to gray. I am almost tempted to stay a few more days - but I know now that the time has come to move on.
After that amazing display of mother nature I headed towards the nearest pay phone to call N. Let the engines start sputtering…Well I called her and she was really, really happy to hear from me. So we got to talking and I could tell something was wrong - then she asked me. She wanted to know if I would be willing to accept her company on the rest of my trip if she would hop a greyhound and meet me in San Fran. At first I was all for it. I would love to have N.’s company on the road.
Then the conversation progressed. The “problem” I talked about earlier surfaced. It seems that she got a little drunk at a party this weekend and saw her ex there…at first she completely tore him apart screaming and yelling at him for the way that he has treated her - however by the end of it they took a walk together. Shit happened. And now I feel like I have been slapped across the face from 5000 miles away. I really wasn’t expecting that. So, I stayed up late last night thinking, actually laying on the hood of the Jeep staring up at the sky. If she loves her ex (which she confessed on the phone last night), then why the hell does she want to come out and join me? To escape? I don’t know. We talked last night about things that have been said between us in the past and it is confusing ground on which we stand. This all leaves me with a new dilemma. Basically, there is nothing to really return to back in Cold Spring. The glimmer of hope and happiness that I had back there is quickly fading into dust. - so what next? I’ve been considering stopping and looking for work and a place to stay in one of the small towns along the way. At least for a few months until I get things sorted out in my head.
After much thought on the prospect of having N. join me out here - I have decided no. I will not be a fallback or someone else’s escape. I am alone, but that’s fine. I have been alone for a long time and am too much of a lone soul to change that now. I feel like just driving for days or sitting here in the woods away from everything for a long while. It’s just a strange world - one minute I am staring into the Grand Canyon - the next I find myself down in the biggest hole of my life.
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Queshuachaca Bridge, possibly from Quechua or q'iswa - a rope of twisted dried maguey or ichhu. (Chaka bridge, "rope bridge", also spelled Keshwa Chaca, Q'iswa Chaca, Keswachaka, Q'eshwachaka, Qeswachaka, Q'eswachaca, Q'eswachaka, Queshuachaca, Queswachaka).
Consisting of ropes made of grass and spanning the Apurimac River near Huinchiri, in Quehue District, Canas Province, Peru, is the last remaining Inca rope bridge.
Even though there is a modern bridge nearby, the residents of the region keep the ancient tradition and skills alive by renewing the bridge annually, in June. Several family groups have each prepared a number of grass-ropes to be formed into cables at the site, others prepare mats for decking, and the reconstruction is a communal effort. In ancient times the effort would have been a form of tax, with participants coerced to perform the rebuilding; nowadays the builders have indicated that effort is performed to honor their ancestors and the Pachamama (Earth Mother).
--- Wikipedia
Possibly inspired by attending the Ambleside firework display the night before taking this photograph
V&A. Possibly the best decorated cafe in the world. #style
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Possibly Trigona carbonaria a tiny 4mm long native bee that is quite common in Brisbane.
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Dryinidae - Gonatopus sp - female
Possibly Gonatopus spectrum - the G. spectrum male unknown
-> Gonatopus spectrum (Snellen van Vollenhoven, 1874) ♀
Possibly my last image of a Fly Agaric mushroom for this year, only because I think you'll all be fed up of me showing them.... anyway I may or may not stick to my word.
Following the opening of the new Queensferry Crossing the Forth Road Bridge is now closed to traffic while repairs are carried out.
Quite possibly one of my favorite butterflies is this one - the Paper Kite. Not only for their beauty and grace but also because when they land on something they usually stay put for a few seconds so you can see them clearly and enjoy their subtle beauty.
And it doesn't hurt that those few seconds also allows you to get a few shots of them posing so prettily.
Seen in the Cecil B Day Butterfly Center at Callaway Gardens.
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Possibly Pluteus inquilinus growing from very rotten timer, believed to be be conifer in Salcey Forest, Northants. First time I've encountered this spoecies.
Possibly Torymus auratas.
c.4mm. Found injecting its egg into a fresh gall, on the underside of an oak leaf.
These are the most common at present but with the recent rain dump, hard to tell what's around now.
I know that some have wondered why I might use my 60mm macro lens instead of the 105mm macro. It's simply that the lens length is too long and it blocks the AF-Assist Illuminator.
With the 105mm the subject needs to beyond 5 feet or it blocks the light. With the 60mm I'm about 8in out from the subject and it starts to work. The Z9 will focus with the 105mm much closer in low light than the Z7II.
Quite possibly one of the most underrated (and also quite fascinating) pieces of railroading in Central West Virginia is the former B&O Cowen Subdivision. Running between Cowen, WV and Grafton, WV.
It's ran by the Appalachian & Ohio Railroad today, with a quintet of GATX/GMTX GP38-2's and run through CSX power.
Sadly in this 2012 photo the ridiculously cool SD90MAC's were living out their final few years in service on the railroad. It was found to be cheaper to double and sometimes triple the grade at Frenchton than rather use the 90MAC's to shove the trains over the grade. I never got to see this railroad in action except for a late night visit in 2014 on my way to Spencer, NC - when we saw this same pair of 90's shuffling cars around the wye area. No pictures, sadly.
The engines are tied down in the Burnsville helper pocket, waiting for the next train to shove over the grades.
In 2016, traffic is varied by the demands of how much coal is needed where. If you're ever able to shoot this piece of railroad - DO IT.
The track in the foreground goes to the Elk River Railroad interchange at Gilmer Station, where even more sporadic movements occur. The track curving off to the right is the Cowen Sub main taking you on towards Cowen.
Mr. Scott Lothes has some absolutely incredible stuff on this fascinating piece of mountain railroading in his photosteam. I highly recommend that anyone reading this takes the time to check out. You will not be disappointed.
Possibly the biggest thing I miss about living in Sussex is my regular trips to the cathedral of football in Brighton. This time I got to see an afternoon match just before Christmas. In days gone by the fixture immediately before Christmas would have a significantly lower attendance, but not these days where tickets are both expensive and difficult to come by. The fixture I attended was Brighton and Hove Albion v Sunderland. Although I was thrilled to be there sadly the game was a poor one and I witnessed my first goalless draw for some considerable time. Incidentally this was the first meeting between these two teams in the Premier League.
This little cutie showed up on our patio this afternoon, after I threw out some tortilla chip crumbs that I thought the sparrow would eat. Instead, this hungry and not in such good shape, chipmunk began gathering up the crumbs and making trip after trip to somewhere around the corner of our house, until every last crumb was gone.
(*Possibly Weedstalk'r) at the Storm Detention Pond, near the west entrance to Thomson Marsh, Kelowna, BC.
Possibly one of the best photography days of my life, so far. I took many, many shots of a couple of female Crossbills leading up to this set. At this point I was directly under her as she enjoyed the pine cones and kept a watchful eye on me. These are exported directly from Lightroom with little or no edits at all, in fact, I had to back off the lens to keep her in shot. A wonderful experience that she allowed me to share
If you have an interest in Auto-mobiles, why not take a look at my collect of images "here"
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The Rolls-Royce 10 hp was the first car to be produced as a result of an agreement of 23 December 1904 between Charles Rolls and Henry Royce, and badged as a Rolls-Royce. The 10 hp was produced by Royce's company, Royce Ltd., at its factory in Cooke Street, Hulme, Manchester, and was sold exclusively by Rolls' motor dealership, C.S.Rolls & Co., at a price of £395. The 10 hp was exhibited at the Paris Salon in December 1904, along with 15 hp and 20 hp cars and engine for the 30 hp models. The 10 hp was a development of Henry Royce's first car, the Royce 10, of which he produced three prototypes in 1903. This was itself based on a second-hand Decauville owned by Royce which he correctly believed he could improve. In particular, Royce succeeded in making his car significantly quieter than existing cars. Unlike the Royce 10 which had a flat-topped radiator, the Rolls-Royce 10 hp featured one with a triangular top which would appear on all subsequent cars. The engine is a water-cooled twin-cylinder of 1800 cc enlarged to 1995 cc on later cars, with overhead inlet and side exhaust valves, and based on the original Royce engine but with an improved crankshaft. The power output was 12 hp (9 kW) at 1000 rpm. The car has a top speed of 39 mph (63 km/h). There is a transmission brake fitted behind the gearbox operated by foot pedal and internal expanding drum brakes on the back axle operated by the handbrake lever. Springing is by semi-elliptic leaf springs on both front and rear axles. It is a small car with a wheelbase of 75 in (1,905 mm) and a track of 48 in (1,219 mm). Rolls-Royce intended to make 20 of the cars but only 16 were made as it was thought that a twin-cylinder engine was not appropriate for the marque. The last 10 hp was made in 1906.Rolls-Royce did not provide the coachwork. Instead, the cars were sold in chassis form for the customer to arrange his own body supplier, with Barker recommended. Four are believed to survive: the oldest, a 1904 car registered U44, chassis 20154, was sold for £3.2 million (approx £3.6 million after commission and taxes) to a private collector by Bonham's auctioneers in December 2007; AX 148 from 1905, chassis 20162, belongs to the UK Science Museum Collection and is usually on display in the Manchester Museum of Science and Industry; and SU 13 chassis 20165 from 1905 belongs to Bentley Motors. A fourth car, chassis 20159 is believed to be in a private collection.
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Possibly my favourite image from my recent trip to Skye, Also an image that I have had reservations about. After chatting on various WhatsApp groups I have decided to leave the river in the image to give a bit of balance to the house, but I a still not sure
Pollet, Fanad Head, County Donegal, Ireland
The Great Pollet Arch is a striking example of the sheer power of the Atlantic Ocean as it constantly carves the cliffs along the Irish coast for millions of years, as a result it has created this enormous, unique and famous rock formation “The Great Pollet Arch”
There are only around 3 such arches in Ireland and this is the largest and most impressive of them all. It is very hard to explain how magnificent this national treasure is until you are actually standing right in front of it in true awe & wonder at its natural beauty
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This is possibly one of my most favorite places to shoot. I have been there a few times and had the chance to go back last night. It was a rainy and cloudy day and about 15 minutes before sunset. I wasn't sure what I would get. Some of the trees in the area had already started dropping their leaves, so I was hoping that wasn't the case at this spot. The surrounding trees and rain clouds made for a pretty dark scene, but I was able to use my tri-pod and a longer exposure to capture this shot. This is the Old Grist Mill in Woodland, WA. To this day, it is a working mill, though it looks like something from days gone by. It is about 8 miles off the freeway, yet appears to be in the middle of the mountains, somewhere undisturbed. I could spend all day in this area, especially this time of year. Autumn is my favorite season and the vibrant colors is one of the reasons why. Thanks for looking and I hope you enjoy the shot.
Possibly one of the best photography days of my life, so far. I took many, many shots of a couple of female Crossbills leading up to this set. At this point I was directly under her as she enjoyed the pine cones and kept a watchful eye on me. These are exported directly from Lightroom with little or no edits at all, in fact, I had to back off the lens to keep her in shot. A wonderful experience that she allowed me to share
Possibly Hull's most photographed street. Photographed again.....but not by me with this lens before.
Possibly just the way this goldfinch is molting or it is partially leucistic but this goldfinch is very prettily marked.
Possibly an Orange Milky or less likely an Orange Peel. Growing on a fallen tree at California Woods Nature Preserve in Cincinnati. This is a large fungus.
Possibly a juvenile female looking down on a male bird.
Early morning with light cloud helps contrasts on these vibrant birds as they rise up the reeds still fluffed up in the cooler air
Possibly Crambus turbatella? — live, in-situ, undisturbed, and unharmed.
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Possibly the most recognizeable feature of the Milky Way for northern hemisphere views during the summer, the constellation Scorpius is shown prominently in the image from May 2020. Shot with my new polarscope, my Canon 70D, and a 50 mm lens, this is actually 3 exposures of 90 s at ISO 800 and f2.8. This was my first attempt to concentrate on a sky-only image with the new mount. Arcturus anchors the constellation, but the Messier object (globular cluster) M4 is also nearly as prominent in the constellation. The dust clouds extending over most of the constellation are also prominent. The other feature that caught my attention in this capture is the three stars (apparently) closely packed in the upper left of the main cluster of Scorpius. The color is partly a result of capturing the image low on the horizon. Taken from Oak Flats in New Mexico.
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Possibly the cutest Black Bear cub I've ever seen, she followed mom along the beach, never strayed too far, and obeyed orders (eg. scooted up a tree on command). This is a dangerous age for bears and she needs her protective mother until she's big and strong enough to survive on her own.
This shot is almost identical to my friend Melanie's - not surprising, as we were sitting side by side and the little one held her pose for a few seconds while our shutters whirred away in burst mode. There are slight differences in background, angle of view, and the amount of water dripping from those front claws; also different camera bodies and processing, so slightly different colour balance. But essentially we walked away with very similar images. And we're both happy.
More bears to come over the next few days. I'm looking out my window this morning at a little prairie village draped with fresh snow, the sky a grey smudge. Three months ago I was sitting on barnacle-encrusted beach boulders, fanned by cool sea breezes, watching for bears and jumping salmon, entertained by great blue herons and flocks of shorebirds and eagles wheeling through the blue sky above. Being fully alive is about living fully in the present, but it's possible to visit the recent and distant past without losing track of one's life trajectory. The other day I posted a shot of my brother from 1965. Sometimes it feels to me like everything is happening at once and life is more a mosaic than a linear progression. Comforting thought.
Photographed along the wild coast of British Columbia (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission © 2018 James R. Page - all rights reserved.