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Marbled Godwit catching Invertebrates - Hilton Head Island South Carolina USA
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I took this shot during low tide on the beach in Rocky Point, Sonora, Mexico.
From Wikipedia:
Sandworms make up a large part of the live sea-bait industry. To fulfill the needs of this industry, some sandworms are commercially grown. "Sandworming", or the harvesting of sandworms from mudflats, employs over 1,000 people in Maine. As of 2006, the population of sandworms had diminished greatly over the preceding few years due in large part to overharvesting before the worms are able to reproduce by spawning.
Sandworms eat seaweed and microorganisms. They have many distinctive traits, including:
Often reaching great lengths, sometimes exceeding four feet.
Numerous, highly vascularized parapodia along both sides of their bodies.
Blue heads with two large pincer teeth which are capable of biting humans.
The parapodia function both as external gills (the animal's primary respiratory surfaces), and as means of locomotion (appearing much like short legs).
Usually, sandworms are gonochoric, meaning that they reproduce sexually between the males and females of the species. Sandworms reproduce via a process termed 'swarming'. The female sandworm releases phermones that attract males to release sperm. Then, the female sandworm ejects eggs to have them fertilized. The production of gametes occurs via the metanephridia gland.
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My second visit in 2 days to Redcar, and at last managed to capture the Sandworm cast on the sands before the tide came in .
Thank you everyone for your kind words and thoughts. I am making progress and recovering from knee surgery. There is still snow and ice where I live, so I am posting shots from my travels in March.
Only part of the beach had these squiggles, maybe from the writing of sandworms? Thought this looked a bit like a nest with an egg.
Lately I've been experimenting with canopy pieces, and came across and odd connection. After tweaking around a bit it became a worm. C@C is welcome as always!
Bouet Bay - Læsø - Denmark
Hello out there.
I was gonna do the 4th RIAD (Roll In A Day) today, here on Flickr, but bad weather - bad luck (I forgot the camera at home). bad karma and too much work got in the way.
Ahh well.. :o)
Have a great weekend everyone.
Siberian Sand Plover
Anarhynchus mongolus
March 28th, 2021
Lake Wollumboola, Culburra Beach, New South Wales, Australia
Canon EOS R5
Canon EF 600mm f4L IS III USM lens
Canon EF 1.4x III Extender
One from a brilliant evening session at Lake Wollumboola, in the last minutes of sunlight. The colours of wet sand offset by the orange glow of the sun were magic! I was really pleased to photograph this Siberian Sand Plover (formerly Lesser Sand Plover) slurping up a sandworm in the fading light.
“Bless the Maker and His water.
Bless the coming and going of Him.
May His passage cleanse the world.
May He keep the world for His people. ” ~ Frank Herbert
Housebound due to feeling rubbish today, so nothing to do but capture an image of a chrysanthemum. The many petals reminded me of how the Sandworms (Makers) in the Dune novels were described.
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HE WHO CONTROLS THE SPICE, CONTROLS THE UNIVERSE.
-- Baron Harkonnen
Mojave Desert, Clark County, Nevada.
Inspired by visuals from the new Dennis Villeneuve Dune film this LEGO MOC shows Paul Atreides standing face to face with a Maker, Shai-Hulud!
Oh mighty Shai-hulud
Keeper of balance
Bless the Maker and His water
Bless the coming and going of Him
May His passage cleanse the world...
“The Watcher of the Well” (Built for the Burgomeister RELPO challenge of DA4)
Dahlia set out from Farakeen at nightfall. She was to deliver supplies to “The Watcher of the Well”. As a child, she heard stories that The Watcher was a specter who haunted the Vaulted Chasm. She was certain it was an embellished myth to keep trespassers away, and yet long journeys make for idle minds. Idle minds are where myths take root. As she crossed the Funeral Plains beneath the desert stars, she imagined the worst. Her stoic Fremen guide certainly did not offer her any reassurances.
After a long night’s journey, they arrived at the entrance to the Vaulted Chasm. First daylight crested the dunes and delivered the desert heat upon their backs. The maw beckoned them inward with its cool breath. They went inside and rested in its shadows. After a small meal, they pressed onward.
The chasm darkened and narrowed as they crept along the side-wall path. Step-by-step they trudged. Losing track of the day (or was it already night again?), an outline started to take shape around the arroyo bend. A gentle light from above softened its edges, while creeping shadows danced along the chasm walls.
They arrived at a desolate settlement built into a large scar on the rock face. There was a stone well in the central courtyard. Farther down the path was a bridge that spanned across the chasm to the other side. She noticed a solitary man standing upon the bridge, peering downward into the infinite darkness below. Hunched over the edge, he began chanting ancient words into the abyss. No echoes replied.
She pushed her misgivings aside and approached the bridge. She saw that the man was frail, feeble and blind. With his ancient form, he could certainly bear her no harm. She approached him closer. The Fremen guide grabbed her arm and put a finger to his mouth; Wait. Do not to disturb him. After some time had passed, and the old man was done with his prayer, she walked over to him on the bridge.
“Excuse me, sir. Are you “The Watcher of the Well”? We’ve come from Farakeen and have brought your supplies” … He gazed towards Dahlia’s voice with milky eyes. He raised a hand back towards the well, implying for them to be placed in the courtyard. She and the guide went back and placed the supplies where they were told.
Returning to the bridge, she inquired “If I may ask, what was that you were chanting?”
He replied back in hallowed tones, “Dear child of Arrakis, it is the penance to “Kevin the Kaiju”.”
She knew that Kevin was an old god of the sea; another ancient myth from a faraway time. “Why do you pray to a sea god, here of all places? What prayers can he answer in the middle of a desert?” She found humor in the irony.
His searching eyes stared back through her, and answered her question with another. “Do you know why the crest of Farakeen is the Golden Serpent?”
He continued; “Before our lands became an arid wasteland of desiccated dreams, it was a lush paradise. Our forebearers greedily partook of that bounty, and retuned no thanks to the old gods. This angered the gods and they brought down their wrath. It was Kevin who ravaged this land, and the sandworms are his legacy.
Kevin is the pater familias, consort to the Great Sandworms of Arrakis. His progeny are the very sandworms that both curse and bless our daily lives. We aren’t worthy to ingest the feces of the gods, and yet it is through their mercy that we ingest the excrement of their newborn children. It is the spice created from their excrement that provides us sight-beyond-sight. Our eyes turn the deep blue of the ocean abyss to remind us that it is Kevin who grants us this gift. It is He who is the “Golden Serpent”, as it is His gift has enriched our world… But that is not his only blessing…”
He paused a moment, as if listening to the stars. It was then that Dahlia finally heard faint echoes coming back from the abyss, delivering their reply back to the old man. “To answer your first question, yes. I am indeed the Watcher of the Well. When the well runs dry, it is I that calls out to Kevin to fill it once more. Floodwaters herald his return, and satiate the desert’s perpetual thirst.”
Suddenly a rush of air pushed past them, being chased by a crescendo of sound. Roaring waters teared at the chasm walls beneath them, climbing up to meet them.
Dahlia was terrified at the sound, and braced herself on the bridge. The Watcher was shaken and stumbled closer to the edge. “My child, lend me your arm. Kevin has come to us, and we must face him together. Hold onto my hand… tightly.”
She clasped his hand, and they stood together at the edge. A serpentine wave passed under the bridge, and the waters swirled at its sides. The Watcher was overcome with emotion, and knelt down at the edge. Dahlia’s hand still clutched tightly around his. Her eyes closed tightly shut.
The Watcher then spoke out in a voice that boomed like a chorus; “Kevin! Deliver your wrath upon our enemies!” With the prayer delivered, only the tribute was left to be paid. The Watcher closed his eyes, leaned forward, and fell over the side of the bridge. His grasp pulled Dahlia downward with him and into Kevin’s embrace.
This is how the 52nd “Watcher of the Well” had faithfully completed his duties. The Fremen guide, having borne witness to these events, gathered up the supplies from the well and took them into the nearest sheltered alcove… and began his duties as the 53rd “Watcher of the Well”.
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Looking like a giant sandworm of Arrakis thusting up out of the dunes to grab a distant galaxy (ESO 257-19), CG4 in Puppis is a dramatic example of a dusty cometary globule. ESO 257-19 is in fact many millions of light years further away than CG4.
Orion Optics AG12 F3.8
Starlightxpress SXVF-H694, SX USB CFW, SX OAG unit + Atlas Focuser
LRGB = 480 60 60 60min = 11hrs total exposure (bin 1X1) Astronomik filters
-20C chip temp, flats used but no dark frames used
Focal length 1120mm
Image scale 0.84"/pix
Guide Camera: Starlightxpress Lodestar
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Taken over two nights, clear, no moon, below average seeing
Looking like a giant sandworm of Arrakis reaching out to grab a distant galaxy (ESO 257-19) CG4 in Puppis is a dramatic example of a dusty cometary globule. ESO 257-19 is in fact more than 100 million light years further away than CG4.
Orion Optics AG12 F3.8
Starlightxpress SXVF-H694, SX USB CFW, SX OAG unit + Atlas Focuser
LRGB = 480 60 60 60min = 11hrs total exposure (bin 1X1) Astronomik filters
-20C chip temp, flats used but no dark frames used
Focal length 1120mm
Image scale 0.84"/pix
Guide Camera: Starlightxpress Lodestar
On a warm summer afternoon, my wife and I decided to hike along the shore at Kingsport, Nova Scotia in an attempt to photograph the sea eagles and explore the majestic red cliffs on the shorefront.
As we journeyed down the coastline, the mudflats were replaced by shingles, and as we rounded the headland slowly transitioned into sand.
From looking up on the horizon scouting for the elusive eagles, I noticed an entire world beneath my feet.
Braided channel systems, contours of red and black, overhangs and rolling hills. It was an entire landscape, right under my nose.
The old adage rang true upon looking at the topography. Look forward to where you want to be, back to where you were, up to what you aspire to be and down to look after what is beneath you.
I can see all sorts in the landscape, although if I really let my imagination run wild I can picture Paul Atreides riding a giant sandworm over the "Dune".
To quote a man much wiser than me: William Blake - "To see the world in a grain of sand".
Captured on the: 2024-09-02
Words: Daniel Wai Li Williams
A common sight on the Bexhill beaches at low tide is men digging for lug worms which are then used as bait. Usually they work singly but on this occasion there were three together.
I like the way the low sun created a vignette effect here.
Wishing you all a fine weekend!
Went to a Dune watch party and decided to make a dirt cake. Got it all assembled and felt like it was still missing something, so I whipped up the spice harvester. Really brings it together IMO.
The small mining town of Bavaria is pursued by the giant Sandworms of Dune.
Here you can see more pictures. This is my build for the Unlikely Match-Up category of Vignweek, where I put together a scene from Mortal Engines, and the most famous monster of all from Frank Herbert's novel Dune.
I hope you like it!
Our coast is loaded with art this year. During a period of 7 months, different artists have made lifesize pieces of art along our coast, for a project called Beaufort04.
This one is called Zandworm (Sandworm).
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Dear Buddies,
this is what you get when skies are boring blue :)
Just back from Brittany - HDRs are still under development^^
Thanks for visiting
Cheers
Joerg
Don't use this image on websites, blogs or other media without my explicit and written permission.
All rights reserved by Joerg Sentko
Where the dunes began, perhaps fifty meters away at the foot of a rock beach, a silver-gray curve broached from the desert, sending rivers of sand and dust cascading all around. It lifted higher, resolved into a giant, questing mouth. It was a round, black hole with edges glistening in the moonlight.
The mouth snaked toward the narrow crack where Paul and Jessica huddled. Cinnamon yelled in their nostrils. Moonlight flashed from crystal teeth.
Short-billed Dowitcher (Limnodromus griseus) ~ Pinellas County, Florida
This humongous sandworm refused to give up as this Short-billed Dowitcher pushed hard into the ground to gain traction. Eventually the worm lost the war, but the shorebird really had to work for this meal.
Thanks for visiting!
Biocup 2019 is upon us and I really have to join (by building something creepy)! You may now choose refer to one of the below hotly debated topics:
"Bio/Constraction vs System"
"Is figbarf a MOC?"
"Do aliens feel pain??"
"That's a cheesy reference..."
"2-3 pieces in not a MOC!"
And last, but not least:
"...YUCK!!"
Cheerios! .)
Inspired by visuals from the new Dennis Villeneuve Dune film this LEGO MOC shows Paul Atreides standing face to face with a Maker, Shai-Hulud!
Oh mighty Shai-hulud
Keeper of balance
Bless the Maker and His water
Bless the coming and going of Him
May His passage cleanse the world...
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Polly Joke Beach (Poem by Tim Kitchen)
If you were to ask me the place I like the most
it would be Polly Joke Beach on the Cornish coast.
Where walking down to the beach on the path so steep
red poppies and corn marigolds dance at your feet.
Then as you reach the gate at the bottom of the field
a wonderful view of the rocky coastline is revealed.
The sound of corn buntings can be heard all around
and buzzards searching for prey hover above the ground.
While high on the rocks oyster catchers survey the scene
and on the beach you can see where sandworms have been.
Children fish in the rock pools left by the ebbing tide
and run around in the caves, where they love to hide.
Climbing up from the beach after an hour or two
there’s a bench to rest on and take in the view.
Over Cubert Common and back down to the sea
on a summer’s day, it’s where I like to be.
And in the evening, from the place where I stay
you might even catch the sun setting over the bay.