Tugs Taking the Strain
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...for victory.
One final shot from the Dragon Boat Races 2016. Didn't heed my own advice and came back for the finals, luckily brought a longer lens (and didn't schlepp my tripod to there).
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A hokey title, I know... :)
I'm not sure what these are but I saw them on a bush nearby.
Taken with Pentacon AV 80mm and 12mm extension tube.
Normally, we like to sleep late on vacation:). This time it was worth getting up early. The light, the fog, the landscape and the fresh morning air rewarded us for our stresses and strains.
The Bastei rock formation in the Elbe Sandstone Mountains. Saxony, Germany.
Spotted Pardalote straining to see something.
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This view did some very wonky things to my eyes so I figured it would make for an interesting shot. At first glance, the eyes are challenged as they strain to figure out what is being viewed. But, upon further inspection one can tell it is a snow lined shore with colored trees reflecting in the river. The combination of cold and warm colors also contributed to an interesting look.
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Nikon D7000, Tokina 12-28. F stop small enough to show a million sensor spots. An old one, re-processed.
Pumped up with testosterone, the Red Deer stag has only one thing on its mind. Forgoing food, it fights off contenders, locking with them in a clash of antlers.
In such a stage of mind its a powerful and unpredictable beast. To photograph it I had to get fairly close, but didn't hang about too long. Seeing it attention was drawn to me, I withdraw to a safer place.
When the autumn rut is over, exhausted and battle weary, they reverts back to their calmer ways, to await another season. And so it is, the next generation is secured. Such is the cycle of life and the need to propagate the species. Long may it continue.
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No idea can succeed except at the expense of sacrifice; no one ever escapes without enduring strain from the struggle of life.
Ernest Renan.
Joseph Ernest Renan (28 February 1823 – 2 October 1892) was a French expert of Semitic languages and civilizations (philology), philosopher, historian, and writer, devoted to his native province of Brittany. He is best known for his influential historical works on Early Christianity, and his political theories, especially concerning nationalism and national identity. Renan is credited as being among the first scholars to advance the Khazar theory, which held that Ashkenazi Jews were descendants of the Khazars, Turkic peoples who had adopted Jewish religion and migrated to Western Europe following the collapse of their khanate. Source Wikipedia.
A rather unproductive week photowise.
Started a new job after being invited to the world of redundancy, found it didn’t quite live up to its part time description...7 to 8hrs per day instead of 4.
Something has triggered another deliciously agonising episode of g**t, so I’m at a bit of a lower ebb than normal...
...in addition our holiday to Spain has been knocked on the head due to a rising spike in Covid...oh the effin joys.
So this pic is an alternative take on an earlier posting for which I do not apologise.
Anyone from the UK and of a certain vintage may well associate the image with Hovis bread and the strains of the New World Symphony.
My first woodpecker. It was shot this morning on the way to work.
After shooting at my usual spot I was heading to the exit of the park. However, somehow I still had my camera out then and this is when I heard some strange pecking noise (not the normal pecking sound) on the top of the tree. As I looked up I couldn’t believe this beautiful woody was up there. It was not easy as this woody was right at the top with its back facing me. I was also hurried for time to go to work and straining my neck at about ninety degrees to photograph this bird.
Not the best of photo but under the circumstances I am pleased to have finally photographed this beautiful woody which I have been trying for the last nine months but only came to a close last week. What a way to celebrate the first day of Chinese Lunar New Year.
Unedited - straight from the camera.
Nikkor f/1:4 300mm AF-ED
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12th February 2021
A Great Blue Heron strains to get some momentum into a strong wind at the Shiawassee NWR on this evening, June, 2022. The "Shiawassee Flats" are a delta where the Flint, Cass, and Shiawassee Rivers converge before joining the Tittabawassee River to form the Saginaw River.
Lake Vyrnwy is a reservoir in Powys, Wales, built in the 1880s for Liverpool Corporation Waterworks to supply Liverpool with fresh water. It flooded the head of the Vyrnwy valley and submerged the village of Llanwddyn.
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Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons, the zest of half a lemon. Pour the water from one jug then into the other several times. Strain through a clean napkin.
Grandmother, the alchemist, you spun gold out of this hard life, conjured beauty from the things left behind. Found healing where it did not live. Discovered the antidote in your own kit. Broke the curse with your own two hands. You passed these instructions down to your daughter who then passed it down to her daughter.
I had my ups and downs, but I always find the inner strength to pull myself up. I was served lemons, but I made lemonade. My grandma said “Nothing real can be threatened.” True love brought salvation back into me. With every tear came redemption and my torturers became my remedy. So we’re gonna heal. We’re gonna start again. You’ve brought the orchestra, synchronized swimmers.
You’re the magician. Pull me back together again, the way you cut me in half. Make the woman in doubt disappear. Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk. Knot after knot after knot. The audience applauds… but we can’t hear them
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Canon F1 / 50mm
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Day after day I'm more confused
Yet I look for the light through the pouring rain
You know that's a game that I hate to lose
And I'm feelin' the strain
Ain't it a shame
Oh, give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Oh, give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Beginning to think that I'm wastin' time
I don't understand the things I do
The world outside looks so unkind
And I'm countin' on you
To carry me through
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And when my mind is free
You know a melody can move me
And when I'm feelin' blue
The guitar's comin' through to soothe me
Thanks for the joy that you've given me
I want you to know I believe in your song
And rhythm and rhyme and harmony
You've helped me along
Makin' me strong
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Low-growing evergreen perennial native to subslpine southern Oregon and northern California.
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This is one of the groynes on Blyth Beach and something has obviously gone awry. I spotted it as I was trying to get a shot of the beach huts and thought that it might make for a good mono long exposure. However, when I got there the low sun was bouncing off the face of it so I thought a colour LE would work better.
I do want to go back when the tide is a little higher so I can get the end of the groyne disappearing into the North Sea.