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I guess that is what I like about the sea
It reminds me of feelings
Roaring like this
The noise can be incredible
Crashing waves
This time there was no wind
Just the underlying rest of the storm
Still in the sea
That is us, isn't it
We keep stuff inside
Stuff that needed to be said out loud
Injustice
Being treated with no respect
Mean words from others
Even mean actions from others
All the scars we get
Maybe we act mean towards others because we don't deal with the people that actually was mean to us in the first place
All what we endure
And we just keep them inside us
Doesn't do us any good at all
So important to react
Out of respect for yourself
You grow you know, when you are standing up for yourself
Because that is your job
Luckily there is calm sea too
We all love the reflections and serenity that goes with the calmness
I guess that is what most of us want for ourselves too
Maybe that's why we love water
Water feeds us, nourish us
We can see all sides of our personality in the water and we respect that
We actually love it
Just as we should love ourselves
Just as we should do the honor of respecting ourselves
That's my recipe for nourishing myself
Maybe it will be the recipe for others too
When we do love and respect ourselves, then others will too
It all comes from you
All flooded due to high water level in the river. Normally you can walk your dog here near the river, but not now. But you can see 2 people walking on the normal path, but now very narrow and surrounded by water. But it is pretty normal in winter times to temporarily give something back to nature and wildlife. And it is a great opportunity to make beautiful pictures.
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Jacamars are reacted to puffbirds and more distantly to barbet and toucans. www.nrm.se/download/18.4e32c81078a8d9249800021325/Johanss...
From Wiki: The jacamars are a family, Galbulidae, of near passerine birds from tropical South and Central America, extending up to Mexico. The family contains five genera and 18 species. They are closely related to the puffbirds, another Neotropical family, and the two families are often separated into their own order, Galbuliformes, separate from the Piciformes. They are principally birds of low-altitude woodlands and forests, and particularly of forest edge and canopy.
Jacamars are insectivores. They spend most of the day perched (inactive) waiting for flying-by insects or butterflies to snatch in mid air and return to the same spot.
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Blunt nose, small eyes, and small hairy ears in contrast to other British species of mice and also much smaller; prehensile tail the same length as the head and body; russet orange fur with a white underside.
Size: 50-70mm.
Weight: 4-6g.
Lifespan: 18 months on average.
Origin & Distribution: The harvest mouse is a native species. The harvest mouse is mainly found from central Yorkshire southwards. Isolated records from Scotland and Wales probably result from the release of captive animals. Areas of tall grass provide favourable habitats, such as cereals, road side verges, hedgerows, reed beds, dykes and salt mashes where nests can be built.
Diet: They eat a mixture of seeds, berries and insects, although moss, roots and fungi may also be taken. Harvest mice sometimes take grain from cereal heads, leaving characteristic sickle-shaped remains. Noticeable damage to cereal crops is extremely rare.
General Ecology: Harvest mice are extremely active climbers and feed in the stalk zone of long grasses and reeds, particularly around dusk and dawn. Their hearing is acute and they will react sharply; they either freeze or drop into cover in response to rustling sounds up to 7m away. Harvest mice have high energy requirements; the cost of being warm blooded and coping with a high surface to volume ratio.
Breeding nests are the most obvious sign indicating the presence of harvest mice. The harvest mouse is the only British mammal to build nests of woven grass well above ground. Nests tend to be found in dense vegetation such as grasses, rushes, cereals, grassy hedgerows, ditches and brambles. They are generally located on the stalk zone of grasses, at least 30cm above ground in short grasses and up to a metre in tall reeds. The size of the nest can vary from only 5cm in diameter for non-breeding nests to 10cm in diameter for breeding nests.
Harvest mice have many predators: weasels, stoats, foxes, cats, owls, hawks, crows, even pheasants.
Breeding: Harvest mice usually have two or three litters a year in the wild, between late May and October, but even into December if the weather is mild. Most litters are born in August. Cold wet weather is a major cause of mortality. There are usually around six young in a litter. The young are born blind and hairless but grow extremely quickly and start to explore outside the nest by the 11th day. The young are abandoned after about 16 days, but continue using the nest which may at then start to look rather dilapidated. A fresh nest is built for each litter.
Conservation Status: Harvest mice are listed as a BAP (Biodiversity Action Plan) Species because they are thought to have become much scarcer in recent years and they require conservation plans to reverse the decline. Changes in habitat management and agricultural methods are thought to be the main cause for the loss of populations from certain areas, although there have been no reliable studies to quantify this change.
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Hard to react quick enough to such an attack. The bird is driven off the branch.
I hear that women only want the “tattooed bad boys” Listen up we are waiting and waiting for you to react.
It doesn't matter if you want or are a bad boy. It matters if you know “how” to be while being a good guy.
Sometimes you have to take a woman who wants to be taken by the hair and push her back to the wall and take her in a fit of heated passion.
You cover her flesh with your ravenousness kisses until you feel her squirming. Then you continue to turn up the heat by denying her what she wants most. You let your dominant animistic masculine actions devour, leaving her breathless.
You don't leave her until she is wanting more. We want you to react.
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Must be voodoo you're doin', it's pullin' me back
Just a sip of your potion and my body reacts
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Previously unpublished shot from September 2020.
Mask up - stop the spread. Preventing or limiting spread of an airborne virus is not rocket science. Cover your mouth and nose with a suitable mask in enclosed public spaces.
While this should have been the case already in the UK, during this period of accepting 1000 deaths per week, it is most definitely the case now with the unknown risk that the Omicron variant presents.
Better to over-react protectively and relax later than to become overwhelmed by not reacting enough. Stay safe everyone. This is not just about life and death, this is also about long-term debilitating disease, the burden of which will be enormous before this is all through.
Short Eared Owl hunting for voles.
Luckily for us, they do hunt regularly in daylight and have amazing day vision including fast reacting independently controllable iris's to instantly adjust for light levels on each side of their 'face' as they are flying around.
They do also hunt at night of course - where their vision is 5 - 10 times better than a human's due to the amount of receptor rods.
Their hearing is pretty good too.
The Star of India is the world's oldest active sailing ship, launched in 1863 as an iron-hulled merchant vessel. Currently berthed at the Maritime Museum of San Diego, she is a National Historic Landmark that still sails at least once a year. Originally named Euterpe, she survived 21 circumnavigations before becoming a museum ship.
Prompt: A full-view of the historic sailing ship Star of India, depicted in open choppy waters under full sail. The ship is rendered in ultra-realistic digital fine art, emphasizing physically accurate vessel details, including rigging, masts, sails, hull shape, and weathered industrial textures. The water is dynamic and foamy, reacting naturally to the ship’s movement, with waves and spray accentuating the cinematic scale and presence of the vessel. The scene is isolated at sea, with no shoreline or no people on deck, framed in a wide-full camera view, horizontal aspect ratio, showcasing a dramatic maritime environment under clear daylight. Painterly digital textures highlight subtle light reflections on sails and hull, soft atmospheric haze, and natural oceanic colors for a museum-quality maritime digital painting.
This digital fine art was created using OpenAI and Photoshop
Ducks caught at a secret assignation react by leaving at full speed.
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testing the cameras A/F to see how it reacts to background objects . success it tracked the gull through a sequence of six shots all in focus , getting to trust it now
"I want to go back again"
That's how I reacted a year ago to a photo I saw on social media of Iceland (I've also been there in 2014, but then in the summer). Shortly afterwards I received a message from someone on social media : When are we going? We had never met before, we only had contact on social media. I know someone who would like to come along, said Frank. No sooner said than done: Colin was added to the group. At the beginning of 2022 we have booked for 10 days: The south side of Iceland, from West to East and back again, in a 4x4. We met every month for the rest of the year to make some kind of planning for the trip. This often resulted in a pleasant evening with dozens of ideas and we actually had to go to Iceland for at least 10 weeks. The route was finally determined and recorded.
Once in Iceland: It felt really good. Humor, talkative, flexible and not too difficult. All 3 have the same passion: Landscape photography. Sometimes the whole day was turned around because we got stuck in some places... Had a very nice time, new friendships and who knows... The Northern side of Iceland is also very beautiful, it is said.
SINGAPORE, 19 Aug 2010 - Gold medalists Viktoria Komova of Russia reacts during victory ceremory of the Women's Individual All-Round at the Singapore 2010 Youth Olympic Games in Singapore, August 19, 2010. .XINHUA/SYOGOC-Pool/Zhang Chuanqi
Brownwood wide receiver Jaxon Shipley (8) reacts after the Lions' 35-28 loss to Carthage in the Class 3A Division II state semifinal playoff game on Friday, Dec. 10, 2010, at Kincaide Stadium in Dallas.
And I never saw Karissa again.
I'll never be entirely comfortable with that ephemeral aspect of photography. Setting up a shoot, spending perhaps several hours with them, staring at images of them for another few hours, discovering details about how they move, how they react, how they laugh.
And then...that's it. Ask them to shoot again, and they say yes, but then it's never a good date, things are too hectic, they say.
But really, they don't want to shoot again. Happens, it's happened on my end, as well.
Looking back, as I have so often during this pandemic, even the folks I didn't want to shoot again, I find myself now wondering about. The urge to photograph becomes (or always is) a spark of curiosity. One shoot is never enough to really Know someone, I should remind myself of that when I'm on a shoot that's not going well. Or is going okay but I'm not dazzled by.
I'm just so damned curious about people.
The reassurance these lights must have given to passing ships
Find a place where you live where history made its mark. Allow yourself to breathe, feel, contemplate and react with a photograph – Laura El-Tantawy
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The roof cracks beneath my feet. The coward has fled to the other side before I arrived.
“Look what the cat dragged in.”
I clench my fists in anger.
“Did it feel good? Killing him? Killing a poor defenseless man. A man who was my friend!” I shout.
He smiles.
“Oh it felt good. But I didn't kill just him. I killed his whore wife and the nurses attending him. Nothing better than a good barbeque, ay?” He laughs at me.
“You will pay for your deeds Solar. I'll personally make sure of it.”
“Then what are you waiting for? I'm yours.”
We stare into each other's eyes, waiting, anticipating what's to come. The tension snaps and we rush into each other's fists. I feel his punch connect with my stomach. Another one hits my bottom jaw. But I also hear him gasp for air as my fist meets his chest. I take a swing at his jaw but he dodges, parries, and my my left shoulder explodes with pain. He uses this to his advantage and takes a jab at my left cheek followed by a hit to my nose. I stagger backwards, disoriented from his attacks.
“Tired already?” He asks with a smirk.
“I'm just getting warmed up.” I reply as I wipe the blood from my lips.
We begin to circle around each other, our eyes locked to each others. His eyes are cold, but I can see the fire behind the ice, waiting to be unleashed.
“You think rage will help you. But it will only destroy you.” He says just as he leaps at me, and knocks me down. He grips my left arm and pushes it down. I feel it begin to burn, as he heats up his hand. As I open my mouth to freeze it, he punches my face, disorienting me.
“You are blinded by rage. I know how it feels, since I've been there, just under different circumstances.”
He lets go of my left arm, and hits me in the face with his burning fist, causing my cheek to blister with blood.
“I grew tired of being Zod's little lapdog. So as we were getting inside our life pods to escape, I tampered with his. His pod exploded upon liftoff.”
“You..you killed Zod?..” I mutter in shock.
“It was easier done than said. And now, now I’ve left that foolish madman. He thought he could control me, tell me what to do. No..I've had enough about being second in command. Now it's time for me to shine. And what better way to do so, than to kill the one person who could stop me in doing so. You.”
He raises his fist, ready to strike once again. I grab onto the floor and tear out a piece of it the size of my hand and swiftly hit him in the side of his head letting him roll over me.
“I thought there were more kryptonians.” I say as I get back up on my feet.
“There are. But none as powerful as you and I.” He gets up and outstretches his right arm in my direction. Seeing it begin to turn redder and blacker I freeze it with my breath. The ice cracks under the heat. I manage to duck right before the fire burns my head. I roll over to the left and fire my heat vision into his right knee, causing him to lose balance. He growls as his other arm turns into flame as well. He lunges at me and I welcome him free handedly as I drive my knee into his gut. He lands on his back with a *thump*. I get on top of him and before he can react I drive my fist into his teeth, shattering them.
“Ghet offv mge” he mumbles as his whole body turns into fire causing me to get off of him and take a few steps backwards.
“Solar I think you should cool off befo…” The explosion sends me to the very edge of the rooftop. It's a miracle that the roof hasn't caved in by now. I wave my hands through the air for the smoke to clear a bit faster. Finally I get a good look at the effects this had on him. His body is completely destroyed, the burnt flesh is falling off of him revealing charred bones beneath. I look into his eyes that now scream madness and try to look for at least a spark of humanity but I can’t find anything. His body twitches, and his breathing is fast and heavy. I wonder if this is somehow my fault. Suddenly his body bursts into flame once again, furthermore hurting him.
“Solar you need to stop this, look at what it's done to you.” I try pleading with him, and he responds by shrieking in a unnatural voice.
“I...I'm going to tear you apart.” Unlike the rest of him, his voice is cold and menacing. He swings towards my head, I dodge and parry with the same move except mine connects. As my fist meets his face, his skin burns my own. I breathe in the hot air, and exhale cold air into his direction, diminishing his powers. I take a jab at his lower jaw, and another one at his neck. He growls, and counters with a kick to my left leg. He takes a swing with his fist, but I catch it in the air with my hand. I crush it, and break it. He yells out in pain, and rams me down into the floor. The roof finally gives in and we fall into the fiery inferno down below.
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Images flash in my mind. Her. Them. The ones I left behind. Am I a coward? Was I wrong to save myself? I see their hands outstretched to me. They want me to join them. But I can’t. Not now. Never. I look away from the light and back into the dark.
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