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The Indian Pond Heron or Paddybird (Ardeola grayii) is a small heron. It is of Old World origins, breeding in southern Iran and east to India, Burma, Bangladesh and Sri Lanka. They are widespread and common but can be easily missed when they stalk prey at the edge of small water-bodies or even when they roost close to human habitations. They are however distinctive when they take off with bright white wings flashing in contrast to the cryptic streaked olive and brown colours of the body. Their camouflage is so excellent that they will close approach before taking to flight, a behaviour which has resulted in folk names and beliefs that the birds are short-sighted or blind.
They appear stocky with a short neck, short thick bill and buff-brown back. In summer, adults have long neck feathers. Its appearance is transformed from their dull colours when they take to flight, when the white of the wings makes them very prominent. It is very similar to the Squacco Heron, Ardeola ralloides, but is darker-backed. To the east of its range, it is replaced by the Chinese Pond Heron, Ardeola bacchus.
They are very silent but may give a harsh croak when flushed or near their nests.
They are very common in India, and are usually solitary foragers but numbers of them may sometimes feed in close proximity during the dry seasons when small wetlands have a high concentration of prey. They are semi-colonial breeders. They may also forage at garbage heaps. During dry seasons, they sometimes take to foraging on well watered lawns or even dry grassland. When foraging, they allow close approach and flush only at close range. They sometimes form communal roosts, often in avenue trees over busy urban areas.
The Indian Pond Heron's feeding habitat is marshy wetlands. They usually feed at the edge of ponds but make extensive use of floating vegetation such as Water hyacinth to access deeper water. They may also on occasion swim on water or fish from the air and land in deeper waters
Nocturnal Encounters is a short photo essay exploring interpersonal sexual relationships as experienced through dreams. While the series is displayed sequence the traditional concept of beginning, middle and end are up for interpretation.
This picture is sentimental to me because I felt very empowered after climbing the dome. I was not familiar with the dome before I came to Florence and it was still such a striking structure. To me this photo represents me reflecting on my first impressions here in Italy. I feel happy and I feel inspired to create.
02 September, 2013,
A brief walk and breakfast at Chowkit, Kuala Lumpur with my camera. I stumbled upon this uncle who sat alone at the stone bench. I sat down next to Uncle.
Uncle T, a 75 years old Malaysian Chinese was waiting for the barber shop to open to shave his beard because his shaver was too torn to use.
I bought him breakfast and after the drink, he started chewing on the ais. I asked him, why at his age and he still want to drink and chew ice. He said, it is a habit since the younger days. He jokingly asked me to check his teeth. I did, and some still intact indeed. I laughed.
He brought me to his quarters. It was a second floor of a nearby shop lot. It was dark. A bright array of morning sun beaming from the common balcony. Uncle T slowly unlocked the padlock to his room. The rooms was separated with ply wood. Uncle T stayed alone. He only have a living brother at Singapore and no longer in touch. He received a minor monetary aid from government social welfare and earned his living money through selling Coins and Toys at market. He said, he earned his own money and he survived with his own hand.
After almost more than an hour, upon leaving, Uncle T lead me to the gate. I wanted to give him some money, but he refused to take. He also don’t have a mobile phone. He gave me a heavy smile before I shook his hand and left with heavy hearts.
I documents some pictures along our encounter that day. Uncle T does not shy infront of the camera. Uncle T is cheerful and didn't complain about his single life. Through this encounter, I learned and glad that I have a camera with me to document the encounter. It gives us pointers to learn and moment for self reflections.
I attempt to visit Uncle T on the seventh days of CNY 2013 but can't locate Uncle T as he is not in the house. Upon checking with the locals, they claimed haven't seen him for awhile. For those who read this, let's pray Uncle T to remain healthy and cheerful everyday.
me reflected in the doors between our room and our private sun terrace. i miss that hotel sooo much already.
Haven’t talked about anything new in a crazy way in kinda a while like nothing out of the blue blow me ot the water type beat like haven’t talked abt nothing mind boggling and fresh in a minute hm but the grass ain’t always green I guess plus if everything is a trade off I’d say other stuff is pretty darn good rn so I gues boring conversation and the asshole public is just the way it be . In Thailand talking to a plethora of backpackers they all like “where u from. Why r u in Thailand? For how long u staying? When did u get here? How long u been in this city? Then what? Why? Have h been here before? Other Asian countries before?” I mean tbh who wanna talk abt that cuz obv already everyone says the same thing . Gives me more respect for Micah the hitchhiker I chilled with for a week in highschool) He was no traveller, he was In Search For America. (New York to Frisco and back) Ya frick ppl who do stuff and talk abt it in a way like why i like when ppl nerd out and talk abt the specifics and their thoughts on it and stuff. The base is already implied so we don’t need to talk abt it. Anyways Thailand is the best place ever it’s perfect and sparkly and perfect everything it’s kinda the peak of humanity . The ideal way to life. Just since time does go forward tho they need to recycle Fr, theres so much trash on every beach and nook and cranny and so much plastic bags used for everything all the time like yo chill dawg . Mmmm Thai food mmmmm bugs mmmm the beach and monkeys and fruit and a big ol meal for 2$ drink included mmm yum ah wow la la la nuns are strange I’m glad I don’t live that playthrough of life Fr . Girls r fucked up people and now I’m scared even more than I already was. Like a true horror within fr. Like in the same spot as acid ptsd genuine fear. Like not active on the surface but u know it’s within and it’s active in ur subconscious more than you’d wish. Weird. What ever happened to morals and self discipline to stick to those morals and self reflection and stuff like damn and respect for others and yourself like damn. I love Thailand it’s so awesome even if travelers are boring af it’s okay . I also saw someone like Caleb T Maxwell I kinda regret not talking to him but after 5 soul sucking convos it ain’t easy to approach someone else . I’ll just imagine he said something new and what’s the word authentic yeah heh. imagine . 8:00 am rn on the dot wow. Three hours spent doing what?????????? Nothing !!! That’s chill. I like doing nothing sometimes . I don’t miss instagram or Flickr or my data or watching Snapchat stories . I’m fact it made me learn myself the cliche thing ppl used to always say like “don’t compare yourself to othera and that’s what social media does and it’s bad” and I was like nah it’s chill but like nah it ain’t chill no more so I’m glad I noticed that like tbh I don’t wanna know what new ski tricks and weird aesthetic y2k ski clips in fleece hats are being recorded rn . Can’t wait to have 5 friends and my truck and go to work and just chill. Kerouac : “cliches are truisms and truism are true.” Very true. Like. Ya. Like all of em. My Thai name is Gla Pao, meaning Basil Leaf. “You stir fry it with sweet chili’s and it tastes good” . So that’s pretty sick. Thai is such a good language , all the noises are so natural . Too bad I left my camera at the airport cuz I wanna post my sick videos of caterpillar smashing on here
I took two people I had never really hung out with before and went on a trip with them. It's a great way to get to know people. My picture is on the left, Dan Prior's is in the middle, and Jayna Holehouse's is on the right.
02 September, 2013,
A brief walk and breakfast at Chowkit, Kuala Lumpur with my camera. I stumbled upon this uncle who sat alone at the stone bench. I sat down next to Uncle.
Uncle T, a 75 years old Malaysian Chinese was waiting for the barber shop to open to shave his beard because his shaver was too torn to use.
I bought him breakfast and after the drink, he started chewing on the ais. I asked him, why at his age and he still want to drink and chew ice. He said, it is a habit since the younger days. He jokingly asked me to check his teeth. I did, and some still intact indeed. I laughed.
He brought me to his quarters. It was a second floor of a nearby shop lot. It was dark. A bright array of morning sun beaming from the common balcony. Uncle T slowly unlocked the padlock to his room. The rooms was separated with ply wood. Uncle T stayed alone. He only have a living brother at Singapore and no longer in touch. He received a minor monetary aid from government social welfare and earned his living money through selling Coins and Toys at market. He said, he earned his own money and he survived with his own hand.
After almost more than an hour, upon leaving, Uncle T lead me to the gate. I wanted to give him some money, but he refused to take. He also don’t have a mobile phone. He gave me a heavy smile before I shook his hand and left with heavy hearts.
I documents some pictures along our encounter that day. Uncle T does not shy infront of the camera. Uncle T is cheerful and didn't complain about his single life. Through this encounter, I learned and glad that I have a camera with me to document the encounter. It gives us pointers to learn and moment for self reflections.
I attempt to visit Uncle T on the seventh days of CNY 2013 but can't locate Uncle T as he is not in the house. Upon checking with the locals, they claimed haven't seen him for awhile. For those who read this, let's pray Uncle T to remain healthy and cheerful everyday.
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Participating Artists: Max McKerlie, Claire McNamara, Ava Workman, Emily Culbert and Riley Metcalfe
September 12-26, 2019
Opening Reception: Thursday, September 12 from 5-7pm
You used to be different. You used to be. You have lived in moments and silence and noise and change. You Used To Be A Spaceship. Five artists come together to compare and contrast the intricacies of self-reflection as they ask themselves (and you) what you've learned, how you got here, and what exactly you think you're doing?
Through the use of painting, illustration, and sculpture, the focus is on the definition of self, and the intimacy of specific details which play with the dichotomy of what is alien and what it shared. Your experiences have shaped you, and while they can't be shared completely perhaps there is common ground to walk on.
Artlab Gallery
John Labatt Visual Arts Centre
Department of Visual Arts
Western University
© 2019; Department of Visual Arts; Western University
London, ON
I got rid of most of my hair, and there is a patch of shorter hair, so I'm gonna have to wear this ol' toque for a while.
SAL 75-300..
ISO 800.
colours were not enhanced during post picture processing.. a cloudy sunset made the lake water goldish..
Artwork by Jonathan Ryan (Bombstract) at Otherworld Ohio near Columbus, Ohio. See otherworldohio.com/
Supermarket Sweep.
I was going to post a different photograph for today, but I didn't like it. Decided to try and make a dent in the photographs from Spain, got quite a fair few I'm happy with completed, which is good. I think this is actually my first 1x1 crop.
blue sky and winter sun, shimmering on the thick snow.
Selfportrait taken in the reflection of David's balcony, at Den Haag (Netherlands)
Ciel bleu et soleil d'hiver, miroitant sur la neige épaisse.
Autoportrait pris dans le reflet, sur le balcon de David, à Den Haag (Pays-Bas)
Nikon D60. Nikkor 50mm f/1.4. f/3.5. 200 iso.
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381 of 365 in 365 Days (+16)
Since only one light rail line exists in the Twin Cities -- Mall of America through MSP airport to downtown Minneapolis -- we had to drive to a Park & Ride lot. (Okay, we could have taken the bus to a train station.) We avoid the parking cost near the stadium and patronize the light rail, even though THEY DID NOT BUILD a Saint Paul line CONCURRENTLY, which stinks -- that is still years away, and they're still wrangling about a lot of details and fairness issues.
The capital city of Minnesota still has no rail link to the airport, and Minneapolis has a very direct one, so where do you think more business goes??
Fort Snelling station, Hiawatha Line light rail, Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
Funny -- I geo-tagged this, but Yahoo! Maps satellite images are so old in this area that the light rail line does not exist yet. The track bed is not even cleared for construction yet. The image is 4-5 years old (as of 9 Nov. 2007).
Reflections in the highly polished grill of preserved Johnson bros. bedford coach 5188 RU at showbus.
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I remember!
There's a sense of remembrance
Of who I am!
A knowing in my soul that gives me strength
And I smile, for there's a warmth and sense of familiarity
My Soul!
The peace in my soul is coming back
The calling that's within me
Of my spirit
My Guide
The Guardian Angel that is sent to look after me!
The seasons have started to change
Autumn and winter sets in
Night times cool
Note: This photo was taken when I saw this window display when I was on my way home. Even myself reflection was there..