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Allards at Greenwich Concurs Show 2021

The National Wild and Scenic Rivers System was created by Congress in 1968 to preserve certain rivers with outstanding natural, cultural, and recreational values in a free-flowing condition for the enjoyment of present and future generations.

Oregon has approximately 110,994 miles of river, of which 1,916.7 miles are designated as wild & scenic—almost 2% of the state's river miles.

 

The Crooked River is a tributary, 125 miles (201 km) long, of the Deschutes River in Oregon. The river begins at the confluence of the South Fork Crooked River and Beaver Creek. Of the two tributaries, the South Fork Crooked River is the larger and is sometimes considered part of the Crooked River proper.

 

Wild River Areas – Those rivers or sections of rivers that are free of impoundments and generally inaccessible except by trail, with watersheds or shorelines essentially primitive and waters unpolluted. These represent vestiges of primitive America.

 

Scenic River Areas – Those rivers or sections of rivers that are free of impoundments, with shorelines or watersheds still largely primitive and shorelines largely undeveloped, but accessible in places by roads.

Rising 135 meters above the canyon floor, Fajada butte contains the well-known three slabs and spiral petroglyphs which mark the cycles of both sun and moon. The 2-3 meter sandstone slabs cast shadows of the late morning and midday sun to indicate both solstices and equinoxes. Unfortunately the implications of these findings have closed the Butte to the public in fear of damage or vandalism. This is shot from the same location as my last post but shot as a single capture zoomed up. The pano I posted really shrinks the size of this butte, and this is not a crop from the pano.

 

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Thanks for taking the time to take a look at my photos, and as always, your views, comments, faves, and support are greatly appreciated!! Have a great week ahead my friends :)

  

The Hortus is mostly in shadow now and the Sun barely rises above the roofs of the surrounding houses. Still there are attractions. One of them is this pretty Heath. It used to be called specifically 'herbacea' but most often went by the name 'carnea'. So often, in fact, that the IPNI in 1999 established that specific as the proper one. Old habits are hard to change, and the Hortus still uses 'herbacea'.

Our Heath is frost-resistant. The white ice crystals today make for a pretty picture on the mauve, yellow and purple flowers.

Back to what i enjoy doing best, spending some time on my favourite boat filled beach, you just never know what you are going to capture.

Thanks to Jim for the proper bird ID.

Prof. Armin F. operating with an analogue Canon camera.

This morning I tried to get proper photos of some of the mergansers currently staying at the lake, but they're very skittish and it was snowing heavily most of the time. At least I managed a few nice captures of kestrels and these mute swans.

The sterile flower proper of an hydrangea

Stack of 10 outside in the garden. Processed using Helicon Focus method C and LR

Series: The new district: The European Quarter in Berlin

BRC&W class 26 no. 26032 stands at Dingwall with an unidentified southbound service to Inverness.

 

I would shortly be taking a train up to the most northerly extremity of the UK rail network, Thurso. Hardly the best conditions, as can be seen, and they hardly improved the further north I went with that fine, but quick to drench, Scotch rain. I would eventually take the bus from Thurso to Wick, stay overnight in a B&B, before returning down the other leg of the line from Georgemas Junction.

 

This has been my only ride to date along the delightful line to the Far North - but repeating it on a DMU somehow just doesn't appeal.

 

Agfa CT18

28th August 1978

#freitagsbluemchen

 

GR III #2: This Wednesday I had my first "proper" photowalk with the tiny Ricoh, albeit a small walk with not too many photos (34 – almost like in the good old film days), because it was more of a family meeting at a small lake (we all wore masks) on the south-western outskirts of Berlin. I had decided to only take the Ricoh with me, in order to make myself a little more familiar with it. The shooting experience certainly is totally different from anything I know from my Olys or even the LX100, and I know that I will need some time to get used to it, but I also know already now that this camera is fun. OK, low light focus was very, very capricious (to say the least), but I also put that – and the fact that I missed quite a few shots – down on not having had figured the correct settings out, yet. I have now configured three different user presets (which, very conveniently, can be accessed via the mode dial), one for macro (not the GR III's designated purpose, I know, but macro is important for me), one for street (for starters, I've decided to experiment with Jpg only in order to check out the many film presets - you can even set up your own), and one for architecture / landscape, and I can't wait to go out again and take pictures ;-)

 

This photo is another kind of street image, because I found these remains of a birch tree at a residential street near by the above mentioned lake. The little oak sprout that obviously has found a new home within the birch stump caught my eye, I hope it will survive and transform the remnants of that once proud birch into an equally proud oak one day. The background had been a black car, not exactly what I'd call the perfect background, but when I imported the images I realised that the metering setting I should have used for my first Ricoh image posted here on Flickr – the flamingo / Pinoccio flower, please see the second comment, if you like – accidentally must have been my exposure metering setting for the entire walk around the lake: highlight weighted metering ;-) So it was easy to "disguise" the car and to process this image in claire obscure / chiaroscuro style. I hope you like it.

 

P.S. I know that an oak sprout is not a flower, but I hope that it looks flowery enough for Freitagsblümchen ;-) Happy weekend, dear Flickr friends!

Since most of the marmots I saw yesterday had bare tails (molting?) Here's a youngster with all his/her proper fur. I love the reddish color in the tails of the youngsters. Yellow-bellied marmot, Shasta Valley Wildlife Area, California

Brisbane Botanical Gardens Mt Coo-tha

 

Sometimes it just works

"In summer, the song sings itself."

William Carlos Williams

 

we've had such lovely weather lately...long may it last!

  

textures thanks to startexture and skeletalmess

 

I played a Gacha >_< But I got this cool outfit out of it!

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new hair by Truth; new denim overalls by Baiastice

 

new items at The Arcade: new skin by Glam Affair; new skateboard by What Next; new pose daybed by Scarlet Creative; new ice cream everything by 8f8; new marshmallows bowl by Alouette; new bear cappucino & donut milk by Theosophy; new picnic basket + chicken nugget on fork (in marshmallows) by B.C.C.; new fishbowl purse by Teefy; new teddy bear by epia; new unicorn by Birdy; new rings by Yummy; new oyster cookies by Imeka; new hello sign by llorisen; new phone by tsg; new fruit baskets by vesperine

Getting a roll leaving Bothwell, Ontario is CP Rail train #503 Chicago bound following a meet. The old shed for the roadmasters inspection fairmont speeder now sits unused now that he has a hi-rail pickup. The power is C424 4212 leading Soo Line SD40-2 6620 and a former Southern SD40-2 "B" unit with painted over windows 5477 on March 19, 1994.

© Sigmund Løland. All Rights Reserved.

 

Both iron and fiber should be good for your diet, but I wonder a little about this method .....

 

Although some may argue.

A little late but here's #49/122 International scone day. 122 pictures in 2022

Also #60 for 100x the 2022 edition. Food and drink

Hiking Lady Anne's Way between Skipton and Penrith. This pic taken at the top of an inhospitable fell (loved every minute of my soaking!) north of Grassington.

After the fall of the Roman Empire beginning in the 6th century, Germanic Alemannic peoples increased their influence on this area of present-day Switzerland. Around 750 the Benedictine Monastery of St. Leodegar was founded, which was later acquired by Murbach Abbey in Alsace in the middle of the 9th century, and by this time the area had become known as Luciaria. In 1178 Lucerne acquired its independence, and the founding of the city proper probably occurred that same year. The city gained importance as a strategically located gateway for the growing commerce from the Gotthard trade route.

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A quartet of Altoona based SD40E’s bring up the rear of Strawberry Ridge loads starting down the “slide” at Gallitzin, Pennsylvania during a snow storm.

 

March 9, 2018.

A slackening of the tension of the soul, a feeling of emptiness and listlessness, moroseness, the inability to concentrate on a single task, lassitude and weariness of heart (Cassian)—who would claim that this state of soul (état d’âme) is proper only to anchorites? The ancient philosophers knew it well, and the church fathers speak of it. In the modern age this “perhaps most painful human phenomenon” (Romano Guardini) seems to have acquired even more depth and power. Pascal’s ennui (boredom) and Kierkegaard’s melancholy compellingly grip one; and what will one say about Angst (anxiety), the twin sister of acedia as we shall see? Has it not become the mark of Cain on our civilization?

-Despondency The Spiritual Teaching of Evagrius Ponticus on Acedia, Gabriel Bunge translated from the German by Anthony P. Gythiel

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shoes/choker-david heather

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I did this shot a couple months prior with a blue leaser in the lead as seen here: flic.kr/p/2nFRZeX and have been wanting to attempt a do over with a proper red leader. And here it is.

 

Vermont Railway train 263 is slowing for a stop beside the Chester depot for the crew to grab luncc in this view ooking down the rusty rails of the Back Track that loops around the station. Leading the way is SD70M-2 431 built in December 2006 for the Florida East Coast, and one of only two six axle units on the roster. She is trailed by three geeps and thirty cars destined for Riverside Yard in Rockingham here at MP B13.5 on the Green Mountain Railroad's Bellows Falls Subdivision. This line dates from 1849 when the mainline from Bellows Falls to Burlington opened for business by the Rutland Railroad's precursor company.

 

At left is a classic old time Vermont Institution, the R.B Erskine feed store. While the sign says established 1952 there has actually been a feed store here much longer. The original R.B. Erskine was elsewhere in town but moved into this spot around 1962 when they purchased it from Park and Pollard that had operated a feed store going back much longer. It was a feed store at least as far back as 1939 when a young Richard Bedford Erskine started managing it before striking out on his own and from what I can find online it appears that it was a feed store as far back as 1917 though I don't know exactly how old the simple false fronted building actually is. To read a little history of the store if you're interested in that sort of thing check out this link: vermontjournal.com/featured-articles/erskines-feed-store-... And happily the store reopened in January 2021 under new ownership but keeping the name and this Vermont institution alive.

 

Chester, Vermont

Tuesday October 18, 2022

“The proper, wise balancing of one's whole life may depend upon the feasibility of a cup of tea at an unusual hour.”

~ Arnold Bennett, (Stoke-on-Trent), How to Live on 24 Hours a Day.

 

On my previous visit, a couple of weeks earlier, I noticed something that I’d never really registered before. As I crouched over my tripod on the rocks, halfway through a long exposure, they came in numbers, as they always seem to not long before sunset, a mass movement of gulls across the sky in front of me. The daily exodus from the mainland looked so familiar in this patch I know so intimately, yet at the same time, it seemed a novel experience. Why had I not paid the moment proper attention before today? Of course, by the time that long exposure had finished doing its business, the gulls had moved across the narrow strait between the headland and the lighthouse. The moment had gone until the next time. I went back to my briefly interrupted train of thought, and carried on shooting in the fading light. Not a bad evening’s work so it turned out. I used the new long lens on the lighthouse with the sun setting right beside it and was quite happy with the outcome. Maybe you saw that one in a recent post.

 

Two days later we were away for a brief trip to Exmoor, where an entire new catalogue of images was collected on the back of the camera. In time honoured fashion, some have already made it into the editing suite, others shared with the wider world in an initial fury of enthusiasm, while far too many linger pathetically in the folders where I left them, waiting to see the light of day. In fact I’m beginning to wonder whether I’ll ever catch up with the backlog from the last couple of years. And all the while during the little adventure in the van across the border the sight of them sat in the forefront of my mind. “I’m going to try and photograph those gulls when we get home,” I told Ali. All I’ll need to do is sit and wait and not get sidetracked by distractions. The reminders seemed to be everywhere. After returning home we spent an evening at my son’s house and watched an enormous flock of rooks take to the air above us, filling the dusk with an almighty chorus as they made for their roost across the valley. “They do that every night,” we were told as we gazed at the sky. The following night, not quite ready to retire we strayed across the last half hour of Hitchcock’s “The Birds.” Still as terrifying as ever, yet it didn’t put me off as I went through my commitments for the week. “I’m going down to Godrevy on Thursday,” I announced.

 

So you probably already know what happened. Having found a quiet shelf at the edge of the cliff overlooking the lighthouse I sat and waited, checking my settings now and again to see whether anything needed changing as the light fell. With the remote cable connected I leaned back against the natural armchair that the shelf provided and watched for Grey Seals at the edge of the rocks below. The camera sat obediently on the tripod, strangely stripped of even a polarising filter as the vigil moved from the first hour to the second. I thought I’d see my subjects about half an hour before sunset, but I couldn’t be certain. From time to time, small groups of gulls raced across the space in front of me, sometimes comfortably within the frame, at others far too high above me to link into the scene. Should I change my focal length and go wider? I wasn’t really sure to be honest. Occasionally as a cluster flew past, I’d hit the shutter three or four times half-heartedly, wondering whether the sun was too bright and thinking about sticking a thumb across the offending area of the lens to be blended in later on. Lazily I didn’t bother. It wasn’t the shot I’d come for and I’d have to stand up and stoop over the camera to get it right. It seemed an awful lot of effort. I waited and waited, but still the birds refused to repeat the airborne extravaganza they’d laid on for me during the last visit.

 

Eventually, with five minutes to go before the sunset hour I gave up and swapped to the big telephoto lens that has so quickly become an ever present option in the bag. The narrow band of orange on the horizon sat directly behind the lighthouse, offering a zoom into the details against the dark silhouette of the island. Orange and black work so well together; the distraction had arrived. And of course that’s when every seagull on the peninsula decided to float in unison across the void. Almost one hundred minutes of waiting patiently and then the moment happens when I’d finally weakened. It takes a certain knack to have such bad timing you know. If there were a market for it, I’d make a fortune as a tutor.

 

But I could perhaps console myself in the fact that the gulls were heading across the scene rather than into it as I’d hoped. Maybe my presence among them on this lonely ledge had changed their pattern, or perhaps I’d imagined it that they all cross in unison each evening like they had done a couple of weeks earlier. Whatever the truth, it seemed I’d have to wait and try again. Maybe I’ll try another vantage point and hope they pay me less attention than I give to them.

 

The next day I tinkered with the images I’d collected. With no more than five or six gulls in any one image I’d had a mind to blend a number together and fill the sky with them. But when I did so I didn’t like the result at all as the scene became cluttered and messy, so in the end I chose just three separate images and stacked them together, ultimately only using two of them for the final result. Usually I feel that less is more, and more is chaos. So if I ever manage to remain patient enough to capture that evening exodus, then who knows whether I’ll like what I come home with anyway? Fun trying though.

 

As I drove home and the shadows crept in to steal what was left of the light, I noticed a lone figure up on one of the bridges over the dual carriageway. At the moment I passed beneath him he leaned out over the bridge and appeared to vent forth with a drenching of phlegm in the direction of my car. I’ve no idea who he was or what I'd done to offend him. Whether he’d singled me out for this treatment or was liberally spraying all passing traffic I cannot say. Maybe he didn’t like Skodas. Perhaps he was telling me what he thinks of my photography. It’s a strange world at times.

One of many photos taken on the LSRC on Aug 12, 2016. Many thanks to the great employees of the Lake State Railway for setting this up for a bunch of railroaders.

 

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