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A beautiful stream flows from LLanberis Pass, Snowdonia, Wales.
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Seen at Chenango Valley State Park.
A female of one of the many Bluet damselfy species. They are notoriously hard to ID even with a microscope, but a few experts have agreed that a Stream is probably what I have here. Either way she's lovely.
"Ashura no nagare" is a famous Mountain stream of Oirase streams in Aomori Prefecture of Japan.
Ashura is treated in Buddhism as a symbol of battle. It is a mountain stream with the name of Ashura as a symbol of wildness.
A beautiful stream illuminated by fresh green light entertains people.
I pray that this beautiful natural environment will be protected and last forever.
The light came through the window,
Straight from the sun above,
And so inside my little room
There plunged the rays of love.
In streams of light I clearly saw
The dust you seldom see,
Out of which the nameless makes
A name for one like me.
All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance,
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance.
From Love Itself by Leonard Cohen
Pan Am's POWA (Portland - Waterville) vaults across Messalonskee Stream for the second time in less than three miles in the turning afternoon sun. Eighty-two cars are trailing behind a trio of former Conrail GP40s, and a pair of ex-Canadian National GP40-2Ws, one of which is the only engine still in the bright blue Phase I Pan Am scheme. It sure doesn't like winter here in Maine with the normally frozen stream devoid of any ice, and the hillsides bare of snow.
A side stream meeting the Dubh Lighe near the ruins of an old farmstead(?) below Streap and Streap Comhlaidh.
An archive capture from 2017 when we headed over the border into Scotland .
The shot does not do the scene justice , I have cropped the top as there was some chromatic aberration due to the bright sky . This is very much steeper and higher than it appears which at the time only added to the atmosphere of being in Glencoe .
Glencoe or Glencoe Village (Gaelic: A’ Chà rnaich) is the main settlement in Glen Coe in the Lochaber area of the Scottish Highlands. It lies at the north-west end of the glen, on the southern bank of the River Coe where it enters Loch Leven (a salt-water loch off Loch Linnhe).
The village falls within the Ross, Skye and Lochaber part of the Highland council area for local government purposes. It is part of the registration county of Argyll and the lieutenancy area of Inverness for ceremonial functions.
The use of the term 'Glencoe Village' is a modern one, to differentiate the settlement from the glen itself.
The village is on the site of the Massacre of Glencoe in 1692, in which 38 members of the Clan MacDonald of Glencoe were killed by forces acting on behalf of the government of King William III following the Glorious Revolution. Treachery was involved, since the Clan had fed the soldiers and given them shelter for nearly two weeks before they turned on their hosts. The glen is sometimes poetically referred to as "The Weeping Glen", in reference to this incident, although the Glencoe name was already in place well before the time of the massacre, as the Gaelic Gleann Comhann, the Comhann element of which may predate the Gaelic language, its meaning being uncertain.
The village occupies an area of the glen known as Carnoch. Native Gaelic speakers who belong to the area always refer to the village itself as A' Chà rnaich, meaning "the place of cairns". Even today there is Upper Carnoch and Lower Carnoch. There was formerly a small hospital at the southern end of the village just over an arched stone bridge. This has since been converted into an upmarket guest house, and the nearest hospital is now the Belford in Fort William, some 26 kilometres (16 mi) away.
Within Carnoch there is a small village shop, a Scottish Episcopal Church, Glencoe Folk Museum, Post Office, Glencoe Mountain Rescue Team centre, an outdoor centre, a number of bed and breakfast establishments, and a small primary school. The small Museum was started after a resident discovered "a cache of 200-year-old swords and pistols hidden there from the British Redcoats after the disastrous battle of Culloden".
Several eating establishments are around including the Glencoe Hotel, Glencoe Cafe and The Clachaig Inn. Glencoe is also a popular location for self-catering holidays; with many chalets, cottages and lodges available for weekly and short break rental. Also located in the village, but along the A82, is the Glencoe Visitor Centre, run by the National Trust for Scotland. This modern (constructed in 2002) visitor centre houses a coffee shop, store, and information centre. Nearby memorials sites are the Celtic cross at the Massacre of Glencoe Memorial, and plaque at Henderson Stone (Clach Eanruig).
The village is surrounded by spectacular mountain scenery and is popular with serious hill-walkers, rock and ice climbers. Travel writer Rick Steves describes the area as exhibiting "the wild, powerful and stark beauty of the Highlands ... dramatic valley, where the cliffsides seem to weep with running streams when it rains". The area has been seen in numerous films, including Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban as the home of Hagrid, and the 2012 James Bond film Skyfall.
In Ian Fleming's original novel On Her Majesty's Secret Service James Bond tells Sir Hilary Bray, a genealogist with the Royal College of Arms, his father was from the Highlands, near Glencoe and in Fleming's other novel You Only Live Twice M's obituary for Bond also mentions his father, Andrew Bond, was from Glencoe.
Well known residents include Hamish MacInnes, mountaineer and inventor of the MacInnes Stretcher.
If you love London Night Photography and capturing light streams, Oxford Street is a perfect place for you to be with your camera.
The best time to be in Oxford Street is during rush hour as there is a constant flow of double-decker buses, one after another, that pass by. Set up your camera in the middle of Oxford Street where there are proper pedestrian crossings. The crossing will also be the place where the traffic lights are and there is a slightly elevated concrete platform if you will. Stay on this small platform and you will be safe.
Once you are set up, photograph away! I do recommend a tripod or some means to steady your camera when you are on Oxford Street. When I am here, it is one of the few times I have a tripod with me.
Two words of caution. As buses rush by, expect a strong movement of air that could sway your camera. Hold on to your camera! And, even if you use a tripod, you might want to put your camera strap around your neck or secure it to your arm.
Also, do not be surprised (or alarmed) if a grumpy bus driver yells at you out their window. It happened to me. "You're distracting the bus drivers don't you know?" I simply smiled and waved. That may have upset her more. The incident did not deter me from taking another hundred photos.
Oxford Street has never been one of my destinations. In fact, during the day I avoid it at all costs because it is like Main Street on steroids. If you are visiting London for the first time, give Oxford Street a go but don't expect much except for crowds unless your destination is Selfridge's. Seriously, unless you must, don't add Oxford Street to your list of things to do in London.
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We stopped and had lunch along side a beautiful stream one day this past week. Jasper seems fascinated by streams. He won't go in them, but he's drawn to them. Me too. Wife likes 'em also. Good family thing I guess.