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Today is my father’s birthday and he would have been 74 years old in the way that us humans who still have bodies measure time. I know his consciousness still exists because he’s sent me signs and I had a visitation dream from him a few months ago. If I had met myself right now a year ago, I might not recognize the person I am today in many ways. But, I have accepted that to dismiss the idea that consciousness continues and that we live on this Earth for many lives is just arrogance. We cannot continue to demand proof for everything, either. That is also a form of arrogance. We have to open ourselves like a door to different possibilities. In any case, I can’t look back at the human I was. I have to move forward.
Still, it’s really hard to experience your first holidays and birthdays “without" a person you’ve known your whole life. It’s not just them that it feels like vanishes in your darkest moments but it’s also an aspect of yourself in a weird way. Everyone sees you and experiences moments with you that are unique and that helps you piece together what your identity is now and what it can become. We’re still all in this primordial mess, really, just trying to figure it all out. So it goes, as Kurt Vonnegut would say.
Also, your body knows the truth even if your heart believes consciousness still exists. In this case, my hair started falling out in long red strands. I still have a full head of hair but I feel like something is missing a little more each day.
My dad wasn’t a very easy person to be around when I was growing up, to be honest with you. He had a bad temper at times and it was best you avoided him when he was in a certain mood. There was a part of me that felt I could never live up to what he wanted me to be, especially in terms of my intelligence. I don’t think he ever realized that I felt this way, though, or maybe he didn’t understand how pervasive my thoughts about this were. I was and still am a very sensitive person. If someone is in a bad mood, I assume it’s my fault. I’ve had significant OCD symptoms since I was little and, because of this, I tend to play and replay interactions in my head, wondering what I could have done differently and perseverating on everything I did wrong. It’s hard for me to move past conflict because of this. My dad had this perception that if you didn’t do things his way, you were contradicting him on purpose or just flat out wrong without realizing fully how different brains can truly be. He didn’t seem to mind conflict (in fact, he seemed to thrive on it) and sometimes things I wasn’t even aware I was doing would set him off. Everyone has their “things” so to speak and rules they decide on in order to exist in a reality they consider reasonable and fair. That’s all I will say about that because I’ve accepted it in my own way.
My dad was also a highly intelligent, talented, progressive, and passionate person. I realized this when I actually sat down to write his Obituary in the summer. Making sense of a life-my life or another person’s life is laughable. We are just so complex. But, we still have to try. As a photographer, I was drawn to all of the photos of memories I had forgotten about with my dad I went through to put together for the service. I don’t have any brothers or sisters so I don’t have a comparison point for how my dad treated siblings. My mom just recently found this photo and it’s very much the age my dad appeared when he visited me in my dream and we were back in my first childhood home in the dining room. He was younger than I am now in the dream and I am still thinking about how absolutely absurd time seems.
What I found in these photos were moments of genuine love and acceptance, even if I wasn’t always aware of them at the time. I was always so stuck in my own head space. If I didn’t squeeze my toes every time I passed a yellow house, something bad was going to happen. If I didn’t tap my fingers every time a red truck went by, something bad was going to happen. If I told anyone why I was hysterically crying for seemingly no reason, something bad was going to happen. Must be, everyone felt like this and went through this, I thought. It was probably just a part of life anyway. I’m sure I wasn’t the easiest daughter. I always thought I was going to be poisoned or get gangrene or fall prey to some unexplained event because I didn’t do all the right things at all of the right times. That’s what having OCD is like for a child, by the way. And, keep in mind that if you know a child who seems melodramatic often, again they might not tell you why they are upset because they are too superstitious about it to do so. There’s an unexpected monster lurking around every corner. It always seems like there’s far more danger in the world than safety to us. Random and painful, life is coming for you. And as Douglas Adams said, “Life is wasted on the living.”
But what I actually just realized in the last few hours of my existence is that going through all of the photos, all of the memories, all of the things my dad wrote in his memoirs class (like when I flew out of a roller coaster at Canada’s Wonderland and he pulled me to him until the end of the ride) is a little like Kintsugi. We’re such broken beings and every day a little more cracked and aching. So, we have to do our best to piece it all back together and make sense of our life on Earth and our relationships. We can re-attach with twine or even lacquer or superglue but what we have left might transform completely from what we started with before we fell apart. I have fallen apart many times myself.
Isn’t it great that we can use Kintsugi with photos to put it all back together again? We’re going to continue to exist, no matter how hard it is. The world can feel like a bunch of noisy nonsense most days. Sometimes, we ask for more when we don’t deserve it or at least think we don’t. We are going to mend and try to make amends. We are going to make mistake after mistake after mistake and we are going to feel so sad about it in a way that feels relentless and we’re just going to keep crawling on our knees to find all of the missing pieces. It’s ok if we leave some of the pieces out when we reconstruct. Maybe we find them and maybe we don’t. Then, we look in the mirror and don’t recognize ourselves. Maybe that’s ok, too. But then we find ourselves in a photo all over again with someone we love and somehow in that moment things make sense again.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
**All photos and senseless rambles are copyrighted. So it goes**
A cupola is a hollow frame that protrudes up from the roof of a building. If that evokes the picture of an upside-down cup, you’d be right on track, as cupola comes from the Latin word “cupula”, which itself means “small cup”. Cupolas often have pointy roofs and windows or vents on the sides.
Cupolas are produced in a variety of shapes and sizes, but are commonly square or hexagonal and much smaller than the structure to which they’re attached. Large and extravagant cupolas have appeared throughout the world in some of the world’s greatest buildings and are often dome shaped and large enough to provide the most distinctive facets of a building.
Newbury Bridge, crossing the River Kennet here at Newbury in West Berkshire, was completed in 1772 to replace earlier wooden structures dating from at least the 14th century. Despite appearances it has three arches, the two outer ones being incorporated in adjoining buildings. The Kennet & Avon Canal, mostly built in the very early 19th century, for 87 miles follows the River Avon before connecting to the River Kennet at Newbury, and then on to the River Thames at Reading. As this stone-built bridge pre-dated the canal, there was no provision for a towpath under the bridge. Thus, to haul barges a line had to be floated under the bridge and then re-attached to the horse where the towpath resumed.
Excerpt from naturallyinniagara.ca/articles/walls-of-wonder/396/:
It’s well worth the trip to Thorold to see the evocative and exciting murals that comprise one of Canada’s largest collections of ‘wall’ art. The brain-child of artist Shawn Reimer and the result of many hours of volunteer work on the part of the citizens of the area, Thorold’s larger-than-life outdoor art show is painted on aluminum panels to ensure they will survive long after the buildings to which they’re attached. Each mural celebrates an aspect of the history of Thorold, from the canal to the people who have worked and lived their lives around it. See the salute to the fire department and to Thorold’s schools, view the unique cannonball bicycle made in Thorold, learn the history of the bombing of Lock 24 and be sure to watch for the newest addition: a tribute to Thorold’s sporting past.
Park at the Lock and Tourist Centre in Thorold and take a stroll. You’ll find the murals on the Welland Canals Parkway Trail, between Locks Six and Seven.
Excerpt from naturallyinniagara.ca/articles/walls-of-wonder/396/:
It’s well worth the trip to Thorold to see the evocative and exciting murals that comprise one of Canada’s largest collections of ‘wall’ art. The brain-child of artist Shawn Reimer and the result of many hours of volunteer work on the part of the citizens of the area, Thorold’s larger-than-life outdoor art show is painted on aluminum panels to ensure they will survive long after the buildings to which they’re attached. Each mural celebrates an aspect of the history of Thorold, from the canal to the people who have worked and lived their lives around it. See the salute to the fire department and to Thorold’s schools, view the unique cannonball bicycle made in Thorold, learn the history of the bombing of Lock 24 and be sure to watch for the newest addition: a tribute to Thorold’s sporting past.
Park at the Lock and Tourist Centre in Thorold and take a stroll. You’ll find the murals on the Welland Canals Parkway Trail, between Locks Six and Seven.
Excerpt from naturallyinniagara.ca/articles/walls-of-wonder/396/:
It’s well worth the trip to Thorold to see the evocative and exciting murals that comprise one of Canada’s largest collections of ‘wall’ art. The brain-child of artist Shawn Reimer and the result of many hours of volunteer work on the part of the citizens of the area, Thorold’s larger-than-life outdoor art show is painted on aluminum panels to ensure they will survive long after the buildings to which they’re attached. Each mural celebrates an aspect of the history of Thorold, from the canal to the people who have worked and lived their lives around it. See the salute to the fire department and to Thorold’s schools, view the unique cannonball bicycle made in Thorold, learn the history of the bombing of Lock 24 and be sure to watch for the newest addition: a tribute to Thorold’s sporting past.
Park at the Lock and Tourist Centre in Thorold and take a stroll. You’ll find the murals on the Welland Canals Parkway Trail, between Locks Six and Seven.
So, not the last upload for 2023 after all.....
With a break in the Christmas activities and an image already worked and ready for launch, I thought I'd put this one up as memory for the slightly older enthusiast, plus anyone who's a fan of diesel-hydraulics.
The shot captures 'Western' unit D1052 'Western Viceroy' after arrival at Derby, a location that rarely saw diesel-hydraulics, with the 'Western Sunset' charter special organised by the Plymouth Railway Circle.
The special, running from Plymouth to Derby (1Z58), was hauled by D1036 'Western Emperor' as far as Westbury where D1052 took over and brought the lucky passengers over the Broadway route between Cheltenham and Stratford-upon Avon, and which included a photo-stop at Cheltenham Racecourse station. That particular section, by now seeing little traffic and consigned to freight-only, would close altogether in 1976.
Here, D1052 can be seen running round its train before re-attaching and heading back, via Worcester Shrub Hill, to Bristol Temple Meads where D1036 would again take over for the final leg to Plymouth. The return train travelled as 1Z16.
No surprise there were lots of folk milling around recording the event, including the passengers, and this one duly features a couple of them. With polished black shoes and nice jackets, rather more sartorially dressed than the snappers of today it has to be said! Perhaps you were one of them?
Fujichrome 100
29th March 1975
The Graceful Great Egret takes off. They do seem so graceful and part of that is due to the silent lift-off.
The tail feathers picked up the sunlight off the water and it really shows how they're attached to the body.
Bombay Hook NWR, Delaware.
Having completed her circuit detail and with the 'outriggers' re-attached, USAF Lockheed U-2S 80-1083 aka 'Dragon 02' taxies to park at RAF Fairford
Following behind her is the 'Chase Car' along with the pick-up used for those extra bits
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We had the family Christmas yesterday. During the gift exchange, my niece got a stuffed pink, uh, something for her dog. It went into a pile with the rest of her haul
Eventually, Corky came out to join the festivities. She was wondering around, sniffing everyone and everything. When, suddenly, she was nose-to-nose with this pink thing. She was visibly startled, taking at least one step back. She stared at it for several minutes, rattled that we had let this beast into her domain.
She eventually beat a hasty retreat, but came out a little later. Her short term memory really sucks. This time, she saw it from a distance, approached very carefully, and observed this pink monster from about 8 feet away. Then I suddenly realized I should be taking pictures.
At one point, she settled into her attack posture. She was well and truly freaked out. What fun!
I'm considering getting one of these just to keep her on her toes.
We're trying to figure out what her concern was. Kate thinks it's just an animal about her size, and she was being territorial. My theory is that, somewhere in her genetic cat memory, she saw tusks. Never mind that they're attached to a small, soft, squishy pink thing. Tusks are never good.
Anyway, she's not talking so we'll never know.
And so ends Corky's almost deadly Christmas encounter.
I hope you all had a Merry Christmas. And have a Happy New Year!
Elgin, Illinois, USA
December 27, 2025
The Collected Photographs of Corky
COPYRIGHT 2025 by Jim Frazier All Rights Reserved. This may NOT be used for ANY reason without written consent from Jim Frazier.
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TOTALLY ignore me as I haven't got any make up on and I have been quite ill in the past week so I look awful to say the least.
What made this an amazing experience for me, is that because I have been stroking baby in the pouch, when I first checked baby over, the first thing she did was sniff my fingers and then she grabbed my finger with her little paw.
She looks quite big in the photo, but she isn't, she is sooo tiny.
I had a very, very anxious wait to see if Dumpling would turn up and she eventually did at 3am.
Baby almost launched herself onto Dumplings back who remained totally indifferent to anything but the giant apple I had got her to keep her occupied. After about a ten minute struggle, between me and baby, we got her back into the pouch and I have never been so glad to see the pouch close shut.
I can now only hope that baby managed to re-attach herself to the teat!
I will keep everyone posted!
Retired engine-less Aurigny Britten-Norman Tri-lander G-RLON at the Solent to the Sky Museum
The Tri-lander was the three-engined version of the highly-successful twin-engined BN-2 Islander
Removed for transportation br road from Southampton Airport, the missing power-plants along with her tailplane and other missing parts will be re-attached once she's had some 'TLC' to bring her back to pristine condition
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Excerpt from naturallyinniagara.ca/articles/walls-of-wonder/396/:
It’s well worth the trip to Thorold to see the evocative and exciting murals that comprise one of Canada’s largest collections of ‘wall’ art. The brain-child of artist Shawn Reimer and the result of many hours of volunteer work on the part of the citizens of the area, Thorold’s larger-than-life outdoor art show is painted on aluminum panels to ensure they will survive long after the buildings to which they’re attached. Each mural celebrates an aspect of the history of Thorold, from the canal to the people who have worked and lived their lives around it. See the salute to the fire department and to Thorold’s schools, view the unique cannonball bicycle made in Thorold, learn the history of the bombing of Lock 24 and be sure to watch for the newest addition: a tribute to Thorold’s sporting past.
Park at the Lock and Tourist Centre in Thorold and take a stroll. You’ll find the murals on the Welland Canals Parkway Trail, between Locks Six and Seven.
This was taken back in November on southern Ireland's copper coast and was one of the few glimpses of color we were treated to during the workshop with Rohan Reilly.
I had not posted this as I was never sure if it worked or not but looking at this morning I decided to see what you think.
Any feed back or critiques are very much appreciated.
Getting some surgery on my left arm later today to get my bicep re attached after I tore it off the bone 3 weeks ago so might be out of action for a little while while and I will be in a cast/brace for 6 weeks so a good chance to do some processing and might even try a little photography if I can drive.
Thanks in advance for any feed back
Excerpt from naturallyinniagara.ca/articles/walls-of-wonder/396/:
It’s well worth the trip to Thorold to see the evocative and exciting murals that comprise one of Canada’s largest collections of ‘wall’ art. The brain-child of artist Shawn Reimer and the result of many hours of volunteer work on the part of the citizens of the area, Thorold’s larger-than-life outdoor art show is painted on aluminum panels to ensure they will survive long after the buildings to which they’re attached. Each mural celebrates an aspect of the history of Thorold, from the canal to the people who have worked and lived their lives around it. See the salute to the fire department and to Thorold’s schools, view the unique cannonball bicycle made in Thorold, learn the history of the bombing of Lock 24 and be sure to watch for the newest addition: a tribute to Thorold’s sporting past.
Park at the Lock and Tourist Centre in Thorold and take a stroll. You’ll find the murals on the Welland Canals Parkway Trail, between Locks Six and Seven.
Eduarda eyes now at Roselline Event!
Mesh eyes only. Static Eyes Only. Resizeable.
The fatpack includes a texture changer HUD.
> NEW: now you can choose between 6 sclera options! (Sometimes the sclera may glitch with some hairs or bangs, since it uses alpha. If it happens, detach and re-attach the eyes and it may work normally again.)
The walk, it’s Friday, I’m in love with this little copse, the contrast of the birch bark and the beautiful rhododendrons are just like heaven. There’s nothing I like better than being out in the fresh air, be it a walk in the woods or a forest, at one with nature, the thrill of just watching the rhythmic movement of the caterpillar or simply just staring at the sea. It is so good for the soul, a cure for almost anything as I catch the wind whispering through the trees and singing a lullaby or maybe even a lovesong.
I do love cats; we have two, but you tend to get strange looks when they’re attached to leads, the dogs are much more fun to walk with and will usually stay close to me as I wander down what I would call fascination street.
Well, as I sit here processing this, it’s 10.15 on a Saturday night, I’m relatively happy but it’s never enough; the sort of image that has been taken many times before makes me feel like I’m jumping someone else’s train! However It’s always good to receive feedback and comments on your work and Alex, Andy, Brian or Christine* will usually oblige, maybe even Charlotte sometimes, although hers may be a little cutting, but she does give as good as she gets, but no worries, boys don’t cry.
Anyway, I will bring this rambling to a close; to me this represents the epitome of spring and early morning starts hold no fears, after all, I can sleep when I’m dead.
Ps. I’ve never killed anyone…….let alone....😳😳😳
* please don't be offended if I've left you out, just started alphabetically and with this home schooling we've only got to 'C'.
The two Bronze plaques, one either side of the main Cenotaph Memorial, were stolen in August 2010, but were found and re-attached shortly afterwards...thieving toe rags need their digits removing.
Anyways, the plaques carry the names of the fallen Midland Railway Workers during the world war.
Retired engine-less Aurigny Britten-Norman Tri-lander G-RLON at the Solent to the Sky Museum
The Tri-lander was the three-engined version of the highly-successful twin-engined BN-2 Islander
Removed for transportation by road from Southampton Airport, the missing power-plants along with her tail-plane and other missing parts will be re-attached once she's had some 'TLC' to bring her back to pristine condition
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They were blinking at me like morse code, and sometimes the on on our right would blink one eye at a time! It was like being in a room of Furbys!!! I was incredible, and frankly an honor to be with them. There is an adult female with one foot who watches over the juveniles and mentors them.
This was taken Saturday, on my first trip to Save Our Seabirds in Sarasota, FL. www.saveourseabirds.org Wow! I am still reeling! I think it may be one of the most awe inspiring experiences of my life. I know, I’m a nerd, but I am utterly sincere. My husband Derrick went as well, so that made it all the more fabulous, sharing the experience.
Our new friend Lynn, the Certified Wildlife Rehabilitator and in my book Certified Sandhill Crane Wrangler, met us there. We got an inside look at this fantastic facility. I have to tell you, I was OVER THE TOP impressed with its cleanliness and their philosophy of operation. The absolute goal is re-entry into the wild, though of course there are some who can never go back. Lee (Leigh? I’m sorry if I am spelling your name incorrectly) who operates the facility is one of the best people I have ever met. She showed us everything, and at every turn, she was feeding a bird. I felt like a child, as I saw so many things for the first time, and I loved Lee on sight!
Lee took us to some wood enclosures where baby and young screech owls were housed. To my surprise, she ushered me in and left me alone inside with them. I felt like I was stepping into the labyrinth, and I thought “Where will this take me, literally, emotionally, spiritually?” It was dark, and I could not, nor would not use my flash on dozing baby owls, of course. I didn’t start shooting for a couple of minutes. I was taking them all in. Some were in the shadows, some in dappled sunlight, some up at the top of the habitat, and all looking at me with their BIG pale eyes! It was like being in a house of Furbys! It was utterly surreal, and I am getting goose bumps just thinking about it. I cried…tears of joy when I came out their space.
Of course we also saw Sandhill Cranes, my personal connection to Lynn and Save Our Seabirds through Mama Cherry and her paperclip incident. The injuries are tough stuff to see my Flickr friends, and most of them happen on golf courses! Broken legs which often have to be amputated, head injuries, blindness, broken beaks…it is heart wrenching.
They make prosthetic legs for them, which helps, but have to be re-attached often. This prosthetic leg thing has had me puzzling ever since. This is going to be a long ongoing story, so step in if you dare!
I asked Lee, what she needed besides money and chicken? A joke because they go through so much chicken for the birds of prey it would blow your mind, and money being obvious!! She said she needs a computer, preferably a lap top so she can work on it at the sanctuary and at her home. She documents all of these birds, their injuries, their care and their outcome, and I think she does it all on paper, or on a PC so old that she can hardly open the internet!!! My wheels are turning, and I have a lot of ideas, but of course I welcome any input and ideas you all may have as well!
One of Lee’s most important messages is that if you hook a seabird when you’re fishing, “DON’T CUT THE LINE!!” Please to go their website for capture and removal information. You can do this, and if you do not, it is VERY likely they will experience grievous damage and most likely death.
***All rights to my images are STRICTLY reserved. Please contact me if you are interested in purchasing my images or if you are an educator or non-profit interested in use. copyright KathleenJacksonPhotography 2009***
I am INSIDE the baby screech owl habitat, and this is the surrogate mother who keeps watch over them and show them how be a screech owl! I believe she is missing a leg, and I think Lee said she is partially blind, but she is healthy and good at her mommy duties. She seemed to like me, and I felt she was smiling at me. I was humble, probably holding my breath, and totally in awe. I was respectful, and I had a lump in my throat much of the time as I felt so honored to be among them. There is a whole owl training program coming for the young ones she mentors! I am amazed by how they slowly teach the young ones to hung live food! It is AWESOME!!
Today was the day! It was my first trip to Save Our Seabirds in Sarasota, FL. www.saveourseabirds.org Wow! I am still reeling! I think it may be one of the most awe inspiring experiences of my life. I know, I’m a nerd, but I am utterly sincere. My husband Derrick went as well, so that made it all the more fabulous, sharing the experience. We made sure not to use any scented products this morning, my idea of course. LOL!
Our new friend Lynn, the Certified Wildlife Rehabilitator and in my book Certified Sandhill Crane Wrangler, met us there. We got an inside look at this fantastic facility. I have to tell you, I was OVER THE TOP impressed with its cleanliness and their philosophy of operation. The absolute goal is re-entry into the wild, though of course there are some who can never go back. Lee (Leigh? I’m sorry if I am spelling your name incorrectly) who operates the facility is one of the best people I have ever met. She showed us everything, and at every turn, she was feeding a bird. I felt like a child, as I saw so many things for the first time, and I loved Lee on sight!
Lee took us to some wood enclosures where baby and young screech owls were housed. To my surprise, she ushered me in and left me alone inside with them. I felt like I was stepping into the labyrinth, and I thought “Where will this take me, literally, emotionally, spiritually?” It was dark, and I could not, nor would not use my flash on dozing baby owls, of course. I didn’t start shooting for a couple of minutes. I was taking them all in. Some were in the shadows, some in dappled sunlight, some up at the top of the habitat, and all looking at me with their BIG pale eyes! It was like being in a house of Furbys! It was utterly surreal, and I am getting goose bumps just thinking about it. I cried…tears of joy when I came out their space.
Of course we also saw Sandhill Cranes, my personal connection to Lynn and Save Our Seabirds through Mama Cherry and her paperclip incident. The injuries are tough stuff to see my Flickr friends, and most of them happen on golf courses! Broken legs which often have to be amputated, head injuries, blindness, broken beaks…it is heart wrenching.
They make prosthetic legs for them, which helps, but have to be re-attached often. This prosthetic leg thing has had me puzzling ever since. This is going to be a long ongoing story, so step in if you dare!
I asked Lee, what she needed besides money and chicken? A joke because they go through so much chicken for the birds of prey it would blow your mind, and money being obvious!! She said she needs a computer, preferably a lap top so she can work on it at the sanctuary and at her home. She documents all of these birds, their injuries, their care and their outcome, and I think she does it all on paper, or on a PC so old that she can hardly open the internet!!! My wheels are turning, and I have a lot of ideas, but of course I welcome any input and ideas you all may have as well!
One of Lee’s most important messages is that if you hook a seabird when you’re fishing, “DON’T CUT THE LINE!!” Please to go their website for capture and removal information. You can do this, and if you do not, it is VERY likely they will experience grievous damage and most likely death.
***All rights to my images are STRICTLY reserved. Please contact me if you are interested in purchasing my images or if you are an educator or non-profit interested in use. copyright KathleenJacksonPhotography 2009***
She carried him around like this for some time, and he seemed pretty darn content. This is a wild animal, make no mistake, but this particular hold makes them feel safe and they can't really get loose. It was quite something to see, and he joined us for much of our tour of Save Our Seabirds. He was picking on a crane with a broken leg. Lynn swooped in and grabbed him, and it was decided that he was well ready to be released, so later in the day, she returned him to his family and the Country Club Golf Course where she rescued him.
Today was the day! It was my first trip to Save Our Seabirds in Sarasota, FL. www.saveourseabirds.org Wow! I am still reeling! I think it may be one of the most awe inspiring experiences of my life. I know, I’m a nerd, but I am utterly sincere. My husband Derrick went as well, so that made it all the more fabulous, sharing the experience.
Our new friend Lynn, the Certified Wildlife Rehabilitator and in my book Certified Sandhill Crane Wrangler, met us there. We got an inside look at this fantastic facility. I have to tell you, I was OVER THE TOP impressed with its cleanliness and their philosophy of operation. The absolute goal is re-entry into the wild, though of course there are some who can never go back. Lee (Leigh? I’m sorry if I am spelling your name incorrectly) who operates the facility is one of the best people I have ever met. She showed us everything, and at every turn, she was feeding a bird. I felt like a child, as I saw so many things for the first time, and I loved Lee on sight!
Lee took us to some wood enclosures where baby and young screech owls were housed. To my surprise, she ushered me in and left me alone inside with them. I felt like I was stepping into the labyrinth, and I thought “Where will this take me, literally, emotionally, spiritually?” It was dark, and I could not, nor would not use my flash on dozing baby owls, of course. I didn’t start shooting for a couple of minutes. I was taking them all in. Some were in the shadows, some in dappled sunlight, some up at the top of the habitat, and all looking at me with their BIG pale eyes! It was like being in a house of Furbys! It was utterly surreal, and I am getting goose bumps just thinking about it. I cried…tears of joy when I came out their space.
Of course we also saw Sandhill Cranes, my personal connection to Lynn and Save Our Seabirds through Mama Cherry and her paperclip incident. The injuries are tough stuff to see my Flickr friends, and most of them happen on golf courses! Broken legs which often have to be amputated, head injuries, blindness, broken beaks…it is heart wrenching.
They make prosthetic legs for them, which helps, but have to be re-attached often. This prosthetic leg thing has had me puzzling ever since. This is going to be a long ongoing story, so step in if you dare!
I asked Lee, what she needed besides money and chicken? A joke because they go through so much chicken for the birds of prey it would blow your mind, and money being obvious!! She said she needs a computer, preferably a lap top so she can work on it at the sanctuary and at her home. She documents all of these birds, their injuries, their care and their outcome, and I think she does it all on paper, or on a PC so old that she can hardly open the internet!!! My wheels are turning, and I have a lot of ideas, but of course I welcome any input and ideas you all may have as well!
One of Lee’s most important messages is that if you hook a seabird when you’re fishing, “DON’T CUT THE LINE!!” Please to go their website for capture and removal information. You can do this, and if you do not, it is VERY likely they will experience grievous damage and most likely death.
***All rights to my images are STRICTLY reserved. Please contact me if you are interested in purchasing my images or if you are an educator or non-profit interested in use. copyright KathleenJacksonPhotography 2009***
First time using the H&Y Quick Release Magnetic filter kit. No more messing around with screws when attaching my 100mm x 100mm (and 150mm) filters. I bought some magnetic frames that attach to my different sized filters. It's as easy as attaching magnets to a fridge! Makes focusing a lot easier when using a filter greater of 10 stops or more because I can quickly remove the filter, focus, and re-attach it without having to unscrew everything and then re-screw it. The holder also has a built-in CPL filter, which is mega-awesome!
Burrows Park / Madison, Wisconsin
This snowflake duet reveals the size difference in various snowflake shapes, but it also has a splash of colour in an unusual spot from an uncommon cause! I love these extra adornments, and I’m happy to explain them as well!
When snowflakes are small, they’re all some variety of hexagonal prism – tiny plates or columns of ice with almost no detail. These “starter” snowflakes can keep their hexagonalness (I’m making this a word) up to a certain point, but the branching instability will eventually cause the corners to grow into branches. The tiny hexagon crystal could have gotten larger, as we have evidence in the larger snowflake that it nearly doubled in diameter in the center – but when you see a hexagon shape, you know it’s small, with most of them 1mm or less in size.
The spot of colour is a fun curiosity! It’s important to note that when you observe snowflakes looking for a specimen worthy of photographing, you might discard thousands of crystals. The sheer volume of snowflakes that fall will allow for some oddball discoveries, like we’re seeing here. What’s odd? By pure randomness, the tip of a branch from another snowflake stuck itself to the backside of this one – that colourful area was originally part of a different crystal structure. Colours caused from thin film interference can be seen when two snowflakes “fuse” together, if they have had enough time to sublimate and re-attach water molecules inside of the small gap between layers of ice. This creates small gradients in thickness that reveal colour patterns that flow more smoothly, more closely resembling what you would see on soap film compared to a snowflake. I’ve documented this well in plate-type snowflake fusing before: www.flickr.com/photos/donkom/46263921474/ - and the colours in this snowflake formed the same way.
There are signs of other attachments as well – the evidence is presented as unbalanced details. See the right-most branch? It doesn’t have the same club-like shape as the others. There was another snowflake that was connected here at some point during the final stages of growth. I often use a small artist’s paintbrush to clear clutter off of a snowflake, but that clutter is sometimes part of a greater whole. The missing crystal could have also fallen off in the air or as the snowflake hit the ground.
Every one of these minuscule arrangements of water molecules has a story to tell. Some are ugly balls of ice, others exhibit near-perfect symmetry, but it’s rare that the story of a snowflake is not affected by the stories of those that formed around it. For more snowflake stories and macro photography musings, be sure to check out my comprehensive how-to book on the subject, while quantities last: thecamerastore.com/products/don-komarechka-macro-photogra...
You know what your problem is? You get attached, fast. And once you're attached to someone, you do everything you can to please them and make them happy. It's never been about what you what, it's always everybody's needs before your own. You give out too many chances to people, who quite frankly, do not deserve them. They take advantage of you, and you become a pushover. But you're okay with that, because they're in your life and that's all you ever wanted. And even if they screw you over, you'll still be there for them. Because that's you, that's who you are. Once you get attached to someone, they capture your heart and they always have a place there. That's why it's so hard for you to let go.
I've got an old birdhouse that fell to the ground. One day I went out to re-attach it to a fence-post, and noticed lots of bees were zipping in and out.
Currently, the area around the birdhouse is a little overgrown, because whenever I get too close with the lawn mower, the bumblebees form a buzzing cloud of defense all around.
When they're not defending the chickadee house they're flopping in, they're buzzing around the rhododendron bush.
I believe this is called a "Black-Tailed Bumblebee."
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They are a nuisance at times in the house or picnics etc and have some dirty habits up to and including how they eat however it must be said that personal cleanliness wise they are fastidious in their attention to detail.
These flies looked lovely reflecting the sun as they basked on the leaves in my garden today so I took a few shots and I had to laugh when I saw this one who looked as if he was trying to re attach his head.
Every moving part of their body that they can reach is groomed with meticulous detail to keep it in perfect working order.
I've remade the whole thing to be seven studs wide, (turret included!) will re-attach the main gun and then get better pics when its light outside, its 1 AM when I write this. C&C are always appreciated!
You would think that living on a boat requires just one boat?
Think again.
What do you do when the dock you're attached to gets suddenly absorbed by the river?
Swim?
At heart, this used to be a Brickarms ARC.
The magazine and scope are removable. I show the weapon here in one of my favorite configurations.
Now Fingers-Blow asked for what I did, so here's my overly lengthy, somewhat unnecessary list of steps.
It may help to have a picture of, or be holding, a BA ARC while you read this.
First, removed scope, magazine, stock, and forward sights/barrel (including clean removal of the little rectangular bit at the base of the scope)
Cut off handle (it is improperly angled on the BA ARC)
Heavily filed down both sides of receiver, and sculpted entirely new details onto the now realistically-thin receiver
Re-attached modified handle at appropriate angle
Cut RIS lines into the proper surfaces
Drilled in thin brass rod and sculpted a new barrel on it (the barrel is very stable)
Created new forward sight and attached it
Attached MinifigCat HK416 stock, home-made foregrip
Drilled appropriately placed holes in magwell and the top of the receiver to accommodate interchangeable magazines and sights
I think that about covers it. I took advantage of the fact that the BA ARC's RIS parts are the same size as Tiny Tactical's RIS parts, so scopes are added via brass rod (attached inside the scope and inserted into the hole on top of the gun) and stay at the right angle since their TT sides sort of grip the BA RIS.
Not anywhere near how real RIS works, but hey, I like the function.
Hope you enjoy, and understand most of the esoteric terms in the gun explanation.
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Backdrop was put together by myself and items are as follows.
HIDEKI - art painting
HIDEKI - vintage wall lamp
Apple Fall Period Fireplace - Black
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The rose coat is from Curemore called Amoureux.
Every six months or so, I have a neurologist appointment. At today's visit, while waiting, I pulled my Fujifilm #X100F out. Now this may seem like a weird location, but I am not a big believer in leaving cameras in the trunk of my car (theft). I was intrigued by the scene. One, the available light was good for a pic. Two, I thought it was interesting that the doctor had a jar of safety pins. Perhaps he would use those to re-attach portions of my brain that are loose? When he came into the office, I forgot to ask. Next time.
Splash! Some strange bubbles here, making this mysterious little snowflake quite beautiful. There are a few very interesting parts of this diminutive crystal to look at – let’s dive in!
Starting with colour, we’ve got optical interference of two flavours. Near the top of the snowflake there is a small shard of ice from another crystal that has fused itself to the hexagonal plate. Occasionally when ice fuses together, there is a thin slice of air stuck in between. The interference colours are often smooth and transitioning because water molecules will sublimate and then re-attach to different parts of the closed space, which can create smooth thickness transitions. The yellow-pink coloured ring in the center of the snowflake is less flowing in colour, being recently capped over at specific thickness. If time were to pass, one might expect these colours to have softer transitions. I’ve seen that happen on larger snowflakes with optical interference features in their centers.
The bubbles. I’ll try to explain this. Let’s start by identifying the two bubbles that have not yet completely sealed over – take a look at the right side of the plate. These are still partially indentations in the ice surface. One could image all of the squiggly splash bubbles to have been of the same design before getting covered over. That doesn’t explain how the indentations would have formed, however! This snowflake would have looked surprisingly similar to an earlier one in this series ( flickr.com/photos/donkom/52559172958/ ) before the surface dents became covered. These are caused by outward growth occurring in cascading levels, filling in the thickness of the crystal. If the “walls” of the dents get too steep, water vapour can no longer fill them in, and a ceiling forms at the near-90-degree angle at the top of them, a point where water molecules can attach more readily.
This is also true of the line-bubbles pointing towards the center – most noticeable at the top and bottom. If at some point there was a “spine” of thicker ice running from the center of the snowflake to each corer, then the surrounding ice would eventually thicken by this same cascading growth. It would have a hard time filling in the area right next to the spine. This often results in two parallel bubbles, but not always. Here’s a snowflake from a previous year that has strong parallel line-bubbles on all branches: flickr.com/photos/donkom/49357600758/
We still have a mystery here though – why the ellipses? Just outside the “splash”, we have ellipses that line up roughly with each side of the hexagon. These are either indentations or protrusions, the former being more likely. Circles form in a snowflake from inward growth, but they would all radiate towards the center, not around the edges like this. What gives? Well, there’s a subtle scar that might provide us with the answer. Look just down from the top corner, a little to the right. A slightly darker triangle-like shape with a perfectly straight faint shadow line running across the snowflake to the left – a line that does not align itself to any of this crystal’s geometry.
There was another snowflake stuck on top of it! This makes sense given the fused ice bits, and it would easily explain how some extra factor could have been involved in the formation of the ellipses. There’s always more to the story, even with the tiniest snowflakes.
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Artist: Judy Penzer 1996
Concept by: Jill Watson
Restoration by Ashley Hodder
The mural was commissioned in 1995 by the Bloomfield-Garfield Corporation (BGC) and completed in 1996. In 2011 it was in need of restoration, but the original artist could not do the work. Sadly, she was killed in the crash of TWA800 along with Jill Watson (who had designed the mural). The BGC then hired local artist Ashley Hodder to take on the restoration work. She contacted a restoration expert and with an assistant, set about to clean and chemically treat the mural. The process would re-bond the molecules and let the original colors come through again. She then had to re-attach each small paint chip that was peeling away from the wall. After than she used an isolation coat in order to separate the original work of art from the portions that she would have to touch up where the paint had already flaked off. With the isolation coat in place her restoration work could be removed without affecting the original artwork. (Pittsburgh Murals and Public Art)
Taken at Carlisle Station, West Coast Railways Stanier "Jubilee" class, 45690 "Leander" plus support coach preparing to re-attach to "The Fellsman" railtour for the return trip over the Settle and Carlisle line.
Another tiny-but-iconic snowflake from this year’s meager offerings. We’ve barely had any snow and the conditions have always been sub-optimal! Still, there are some diamonds in the rough.
I love the geometric-yet-floral center in this snowflake. The rounded areas just beyond the corners of the central hexagon are caused by the outer edge of the branches growing back in towards the center, rounding as they get closer to the middle. This happens so frequently in snowflakes, though it’s harder to see when using transmitted light – light coming from behind the snowflake and entering the camera lens, rather than light reflecting off the surface and then entering the lens – which is how I shoot all of my snowflakes.
This reflected-light photography has a few other advantages in revealing crystal features, especially when you see areas brighter than their surroundings, like the hexagon and bubbles in the center. This added brightness is due to the additional reflective surfaces in those regions, cause by bubbles or multiple layers of ice. On the right-most branch you can see some faint colours with added brightness as well – this is the remnants of another crystal that is stuck on the back of this snowflake. I often try to remove such debris if possible with a tiny artist paintbrush at the risk of potentially breaking the main snowflake in half. When I see those coloured lines however, I don’t even try – the two layers have fused together in some way and I’d destroy the main snowflake if I tried anything.
These are truly dynamic subjects – always growing in multiple directions in the clouds, and sublimating when they leave the clouds, beginning the process of fading back into thin air as they fall to the ground. Even inside a snowflake where there are bubbles, water molecules sublimate from one point and re-attach to another, rounding out certain bubble features over time. What looks like a simple geometric subject is almost like a living organism. Not quite so complex, but there’s more going on that initially meets the eye.
I have been experimenting with a new technique to photograph snowflakes as well, using a pellicle beamsplitter to get reflected-light images of snowflakes with the crystal plat to the focal plane of the camera, something that hasn’t been done before. These beamsplitters are microns thick and very fragile, and need to sit in the path of light between the lens and the snowflake on a 45-degree angle. My initial attempts were a failure, but knowledge was gained in the process! A new, smaller beamsplitter and proper mounting hardware is on the way to me now, arriving tomorrow… just in time for +5C (41F) weather to roll in. Bah! We’ve had such an odd winter. The forecast shows great conditions are about a week out… wish me luck!
This new technique will be described in my upcoming book as well, if you want all the details: skycrystals.ca/product/pre-order-macro-photography-the-un...
The freckled, rough texture of my roof is comforting as I watch the sun melt into the horizon. In the distant I see the moon, dim but still there as it shares the sky with that burning ball of heat.
You’re like the moon. Your chill, your icy familiarity. Your blinding light. I’m kind of like the sun. My hot tempered blood coursing through my sarcastic script. Such opposites but we complete each other, we make the world thrive. Yet as I set you rise and we are constantly chasing the impossible. I’m dying for your soft voice singing the melody that only space can hold so delicately. It makes my spine bend and twist as I fall back, fall down, fall into. Words can’t explain it but everything inside of me aches for you. It aches for everything it will never have.
But then there’s a moment. That moment where I’m fading and you’re growing…it’s the moment where we share the sky. The miles traces shaded delusions across this empty in-between but the stars shed their colours before finding their lights. They paint the sky streaks of scarlet and bands of sapphire with the slightest tint of gold. The colours amuse our rough, lonely skin and suddenly through them we’re attached. Through them we have meaning. I taste beauty and I see truth. I teach you about the way the world feels and you teach me about the way the shooting stars breathe. It’s bliss. It’s living. It’s the closest to heaven either of us can reach…yet it never lasts long enough. My time is up and your friends begin to shine. I leave discreetly as the colours unwrap us and fade into the black night. It’s your turn to teach the world something…and it’s my turn to dream in this sleepy hopefulness that maybe tomorrow we’ll balance the sky together again. It’s unlikely but I can’t help but wish. And maybe next time I’ll press my burning lips against your cool, uneven surface and wonder as I disappear, if tonight you’ll follow me into the dark or if the world will be the host of an unmistakeably full moon.
The sunsets and my mind is back in this body. I feel myself fall and all I can do is wish that the night will catch me as the full moon sings its haunting lullaby.
HBW!
sometimes i drive around in search of interesting things to photograph but there's nothing like a leisurely stroll -- you spot the details.
this bit of fence had dropped off and somebody thought of hanging it over its original spot. i don't know if they intend to re-attach it, and i kinda wish they don't.
this was submitted to our don't fence me in group.
on the blog: toomanytribbles.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-give-up-on-me.html
37418 “An Comuun Gaidhealach" or in English means
“ The Gaelic Association” is seen at Derby RTC
The loco entered service on 18th March 1965 as pre tops D6971
By March 1974 the locomotive received its TOPS Number 37271
But by November 1985 it received 37418
The locomotive has received a few names over its history
“An Comunn Gaidhealach” attached 10th October 1986
Removed 1st March 1991
“Pectinidae attached 31st March 1991 removed 10th March 1992
“Gordon Grigg” attached 11th March 1992 removed 10th April 1992
“Pentinidae” Re-attached 11th April 1992 removed 31st July 1993
“East Lancashire Railway” attached 22nd April 1994 removed 31st December 1996
“East Lancashire Railway”Re-attached 28th February 1997 removed 31st October 2005
Then ironically the locomotive once again was re-attached with its original name once again
“An Comunn Gaidhealach” attached 11th June 2020 which it still carries to this very day
Otherwise famous as the AA-12. If you're a Modern Warfare player, chances are you're well acquainted with this gun.
This version is made from a Brickarms Pulse Rifle, a nail, some paper clip, and the barrel end of a BA M203 (used to provide the grippable magazine well). The spare shells on the right side and the bracket they're attached to are from Tiny Tactical.
As you can see, it takes a drum mag from either the PPSh or Tommy Gun, and a U-mag would probably work too.
There's a bit of mess here and there, but nothing that a little detail work won't fix.
Trip workings, once an everyday practise but now no longer a feature of the 21st century railway scene. One such working saw Class 25 No. 25038 which has sauntered up from Bescot on a sunny 2nd June 1977 evening as far as Wednesbury, the platforms of the long closed Town station still extant on the left. It has crossed Potters Lane level crossing, under the protection of Wednesbury No. 1 Signal Box, having unhooked the brake van and is now seen reversing back over Potters Lane to hook onto an assorted rake of mineral wagons. It will then draw forward, re-attach the brake van before proceeding, according to David Hayes in his excellent article 'Wednesbury Winter's Night' in the December 2016 issue of 'Backtrack' magazine (Vol30 No12), to Spring Vale Steelworks. all this took time, much to the annoyance of several road users. Copyright Photograph John Whitehouse - all rights reserved
Flock of Dunlins passing by at warp speed. They turn on a dime and all fly very close together. A sight to see and hear.. Looks better on Black
Thanks for looking,
Kurt
Canon 1DMKIV
700mm Handheld
Post work in LR4 & Topaz
Rolleiflex T, German TLR.
Well, almost finished with building my Rolleiflex Kit :-)
Still have to do some work on re-attaching the leatherette and the Filmcounter window needs a new glass.
Just went with the flow but it came out how i wanted it.
Cyborg is Half man Half machine and he is in so much pain from it.
He hears endless gears and buzzing in his head and has feelings only half of his face and one arm. His one arm is intact so he can have some sense of touch.
His body can detach from all mechanical parts and re attach.
*Why he has one big arm is because its his strongest arm being used as a cannon, storage unit, hacking system etc.
Boat 230 "George Formby" had come to grief as it joined the main tramway from the depot - due to a pole de-wirement. It stood there for several minutes while its crew struggled in vain to re-attach the trolley pole to the wires. Eventually the engineers were summoned and all was restored to rights, although apparently there was a problem with the tram and it returned to depot shortly after. 28/9/2015.