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I'm on a quest to finish my Sudoku puzzle book.
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Jerry Seinfeld once likened a breakup to tipping over a coke machine. He said it couldn't be done on the first try and that you had to get it rocking back and forth in order to topple it.
The forecasters are threatening snow today in Northern Michigan. There is no chance it would stick if it does drop but it seems as though the seasonal sea-sawing may have begun. Time to batten down the hatches anyway.
LCQ Selfie
Our local arts centre has installed works of art 'in the wild' around the county as part of the Louth Culture Quest which can be played via an app.
We chanced upon one as we took Fudge for a walk this evening and I couldn't resist the temptation to take a selfie
It has been nearly a year since my last visit down to Kirby Cove for sunrise. Not being able to sleep I opted to get up early and head towards the headlands. When I left low fog was gracing the Golden Gate Bridge with both towers sticking above the fog. I was keeping my fingers crossed to finally capture that elusive low fog with burning sky sunrise scene. To my dismay the fog decided to retreat and disappear minutes after my departure.
Despite the receding of fog the leading edge of a cloud front made landfall and was primed to explode in burning colors. I initially started at Battery Spencer and was shocked to see the parking lot completely packed by 6am. With the fog sitting just off the coast I was worried it would make another inland push and hence I started off at the classical Battery Spencer viewpoint.
Again I was surprised to see so many photographers setup. There must have been >50 photographers all lined up waiting for sunrise. I snapped off a few frames but I just couldn’t quite sit still having to jostle for space. As blue hour was reaching its peak, Alan and I decided at the last minute to make a bolt for Kirby Cove. Not wanting to miss any of the sky burn we literally sprinted down the trail. Photo backpacks and rain boots are not the ideal combo for running but we made do and miraculously made it all the way down in 10 minutes.
Down at Kirby Cove, there was not a single other photographer as Alan and I had the entire beach to ourselves. Better yet, the “treasure chest” lay at the center of the beach and was easily engulfed by the rising tides. A few minutes later the sky began burning. Although the burn never reached full potential the colors and reflected light was still a gem to witness.
Sony α7r II
Tamron 15-30mm f/2.8 VC
Questa è un pezzo di una antica lunga strada che porta alla Baia dei Maronti ad Ischia. Un tempo quando i frigoriferi non esistevano, le mogli dei pescatori la percorrevano velocemente con blocchi di ghiaccio sulle spalle, per portare il pesce su al paese di Testaccio affinché fosse venduto o cucinato. Oggi esiste una strada provinciale che collega il paese al mare e da qui passano solo i proprietari delle case. Se scendi lungo questa via ammiri paesaggi che mozzano letteralmente il fiato.
Amore se tu avessi un sorriso a ore
Come la donna del prestigiatore
Forse ti amerei di più
O in due ti taglierei
Come fa l’illusionista
Che poi rimette tutto a posto
Meglio non rischiare
Non scherzare
Così il bambino apriva il suo giocattolo
Un po’ curioso e un po’ cattivo
E poi piangeva perché
Non funzionava più
Così non leggo mai i tuoi rossetti e le tue lettere
Non soffio mai sulle tue piume e i tuoi collant
Se amore con il dubbio è vero amore
Questo è amore
Cercare un’anima e trovare un ingranaggio
Certo ci vuol coraggio
Per guardare dentro le cose
È come andare in fondo al mare
È come andare in fondo al mare
Porterò al banco dei pegni le tue lacrime
Se sono vere o di coccodrillo
Me lo sapranno dire
E ancora non ci crederò
Così non tocco mai i tuoi profumi ed i tuoi alibi
Non frugo mai nelle tue scatole cinesi
Se amore con il dubbio è vero amore
Questo è amore
Questo è amore
Simona Cristicchi
[Voglio perdermi nei tuoi occhi amore... Ti amooooooooooo!!!]
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Si può considerare veramente libero un uomo che ha fame, che è nella miseria, che non ha un lavoro, che è umiliato perché non sa come mantenere i suoi figli e educarli? Questo non è un uomo libero. Sandro Pertini
In quest'oscuro
colle mani
gelate
distinguo
il mio viso.
Mi vedo
abbandonato nell'infinito.
(Giuseppe Ungaretti)
The paddle boarders over here are next level. This one is pretty chill but we’ve seen loads of them catching decent waves just on their paddle boards in very rough surf. A quest indeed. Taken with the Tak 55/1.8
This is the lead of a team of Alaskan Huskies. As a breed they are half Siberian and half something else. They are preferred by the mushers as they do whatever the musher asks of them and are probably the fastest of the long distance dogs.
Questa mantide religiosa ha deciso di trascorrere la giornata sotto una sedia nel mio giardino.
HIGHEST EXPLORE POSITION: 285 on Monday, October 15, 2007
Questa era solo la testa della marcia, intanto arrivava gente e altra raggiungeva la rocca per l'ultima parte dell'evento.
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Impossibile scattare una foto senza persone in questo angolo del tempio. Il grande albero le cui radici hanno inglobato le rovine è stato reso celebre dal film Tomb Raider del 2001 per cui una folla continua sosta nel piazzale senza considerare la fila di coloro che si mettono in posa davanti all'albero per una foto ricordo (orrore!)
The plot of this MOC is based on fairy tale, where the girl needs to learn her beloved among the students of sorcerer, who were turned into ravens, to relieve him.
Working my way through a generous gift of a myriad of festive flavours - here Spekulatius or Speculoos. Mixed spice.
The Quest has begun @ Fantasy Faire 2022. Will you be successful and receive honors and treasures galore?
Info & links on my Blog ~ aznanasfandangles.blogspot.com/2022/04/ff04252205.html
Questo masso nella Birmania del sud è in equilibrio per un pelo.
Anzi, per un capello!!
Si narra infatti che alla base si trovi un capello del Budda. La leggenda nacque probabilmente quando i primi uomini videro la gigantesca roccia, alta 20 metri, sospesa nel vuoto e pensarono che a tenerla in equilibrio dovesse essere qualcosa di miracoloso. Per questo circa 2000 anni fa vi edificarono sopra una pagoda (la Kyaiktiyo).
Ogni anno buddisti di ogni parte si radunano qui a migliaia. E prima di pregare attaccano sottili foglie d'oro puro alla roccia, chiamata per questo Golden Rock (o roccia d'oro).
Un posto fantastico, da brivido.
Of all the wildlife inhabiting our area, it is a good photo of a bobcat that I desire the most. I have been blessed to have seen them in the wild only three times. The first time was as a child. I was on a boat with my dad and my Uncle Gene Eddings. We were on Barren River Reservoir pulling in and out of the banks in search of fire wood. As we glided into the bank on one occasion, an animal trail led directly up the heavily wooded hill from the water. Some 30-40 yards up that trail was a bobcat strolling down the hill, probably just heading to the lake for a drink of water prior to returning to its den to sleep the day away. We were all so thrilled to see it, even if only for a few seconds. Since then, camera or not, I wanted to see them again!
My second encounter occurred on 25 January, 2018…an estimated 47 years later. The temperature was below zero when I decided to make the drive to Muscatatuck NWR to take pictures. Arriving before daybreak, I sat on the bank of a lake where I had previously photographed mink on the hunt. As the sun rose, a frozen fog started lifting from the ice covering the lakes surface. As it did, I noticed that it was creating very small ice crystals. I decided to go back to the car and switch to my macro lens in an attempt to capture the process. This would prove to be a huge mistake!
It was while laying on the lake ice, belly down trying to photograph the crystals that I noticed something on the ice with me. It was some 200 yards away, but was making its way directly towards me in a slow, comfortable trot. I remember being totally confused on what it might be…my first thought…using my anal-retentive statistical mindset, it had to be a dog. Seconds later I switched to it must be a coyote, since I was on a National Wildlife Refuge. It just kept coming, curious of what I might be on this dimly lit frozen morning. At around the 25-30 yard point it veered off to its right as it realized that I was still alive. It was then that I realized it was a big, beautiful adult bobcat. I had four different lenses with me that morning. I had absolutely the worst one on my camera for the shot…a 100mm macro. I was blessed with the encounter, but the photos obtained were much less than desirable.
My third and thus far final sighting took place last year near Patoka Lake while out taking pictures. I was driving from the dam area to the marina when something crossed the road just after I passed. As written by Jim Steinman (my favorite song writer) and sung by Meatloaf…Objects in the Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer Than They Are, I have no idea how far back the adult bobcat was. I am sure it sat and waited for me to pass. This upsets me greatly!
All that being said…there is this guy!! On the morning of June 3rd of this year, I was driving down the same road, haunted by the missed opportunity above when something hunting the field below caught my eye. In my heart I knew it was a bobcat kitten as I caught a split-second glimpse of its hind quarters and that little bobbed tail. It was darker than expected…but then I had no idea what color range existed in juvenile bobcats. I nearly wrecked my car trying to put my car in the ditch on the opposite side of the road, at the same time grabbing my gear to photograph what was surly the end to my 51-year-old quest! I had the right lens, I had the right light, I had the right subject. My entire body felt as if I had stuck a 9-volt battery to my tongue!
As I peaked over the guardrail to the fields below, I could see it moving in the tall weeds below. Looking at nearby shadows, I quickly surmised the best angle to intercept my subject while maintaining the best possible light. The continued movement of the tall grass told me that it was unaware of my presence, I closed the gap between us as quickly as possible…as quickly as an old guy walking on his toes in hiking boots could anyway! I noticed an area up ahead where DNR had cut a maintenance path across the field. This is where I would set up for the shot. Checking its movement one more time, I found the perfect place to sit and wait. Slightly elevated with perfect light. As I waited, some 10 minuets or so, I concentrated on slowing my breathing while triple checking my camera settings.
The maintenance path was only 4-5 feet wide, so I knew I had to be ready. The weeds were now moving only a foot or so from the path…forget about controlled breathing, I just stopped. It held still for what felt like a lifetime before stepping into the light. I could only see the little cat ears moving as it looked down the path to its right and left before stepping forward, as if looking around the corner. As it stepped into the light, I gave out my (patent pending) yelp to get its attention and to look into the lens. It made a short jump out into the path, plopped over and gave me the smug, “You are such a dumb-ass” look photographed. When I realized that I had been tracking a bob-tailed barn/feral cat…my heart nearly broke.
People, for the safety and prevention of heart disease in wildlife photographers, please keep any and all cats without tails inside your home. Doing so could save a life!
Stupid @#$&* cat adventure before dementia!
It was 93 F (34 C) and so humid that I wasn't sure I wanted to go on a butterfly quest. I am so glad that I did because I spied a new butterfly to add to my life list. I was able to get several captures of this small Meadow Fritillary.
I like how the stages of the blackberries are shown in this image.
#7 in my 2015 butterfly count.
Questo quartiere ad East, incastonato fra la già trendy Dalston e il Clissolds Park è una piccola gemma ancora autentica, una Londra stilosa e colorata dove il vintage la fa da padrone e la fauna locale sembra uscita da un gig di [aggiungi nome di band così indie che non la conosceresti mai].
Se Shoreditch è la East London ormai mainstream, Stoke Newington – o Stokey, come la chiamano i locali – sembra ancora lontano dalla commercializzazione, piena zeppa di quei ristorantini, bar e negozi indipendenti che, purtroppo, nei quartieri più conosciuti sono stati sostituiti dalle grandi catene.
Se fermate qualche Hipster londinese e gli chiedete dove, più di ogni altro luogo, vorrebbe abitare, la risposta sarà scontata: Stoke Newington. -
Seen in a Welsh cottage. I couldn't resist.
Thinking this looks a whole lot better in lightbox.
p.s. Just passed a half-million views on my stream. Mentioning this as a reflection of J.K. Rowling's words "No story lives unless someone wants to listen."
Personally, I believe the same holds true for our images, and this could be rephrased as "No image lives unless someone wishes to view it.", which also speaks to the highest purpose of what we do here on Flickr. I really do try, not only to see, but to also take the time to consider (with either thought of emotion or both) each of your images, and each day am filled with awe and joy at your work.
So thank you so very, very, very much for allowing all of our work, using Rowling's term, to live.
I decided on a whim to rebuild at least one of each of these figs, then realized I didn't have much to say about them as a whole. That Anubis fig kicks ass, but the rest are somewhat generic somehow. Especially when compared to the Dino Hunter figs that came out around the same time. In a way, the figs from both that theme and this one are entirely interchangeable.
And all the mummies are the bloody same. Though the Pharaoh himself is a pretty slick fig. As for the sets, I honestly barely remember them. A lot of maroon vehicles and some big tan structures sometimes.
Honestly, I don't think it was a bad attempt, it just didn't even hold a lit stick of dynamite to its predecessor, and ultimately ended up rather forgettable. Especially compared to some of the wilder themes like Monster Fighters. Here I've changed the Jake Raines variant to an original character just to diversify the cast, and at least added a bulldog for character.
Should lego try harder on a new Adventure theme? I certainly think so.