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Pied-billed Grebe (Podilymbus podiceps)
The wing stretch. Another one of this grebes trademark muscle stretch exercises. I have pre-focused and have my finger on the button of a shutter release cable, waiting for 'who knows what' to happen. So, when it (eventually) performed the 'stretch', I was ready to get off a shot quickly to capture this behavior.
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Actually, I just wanted to do some stretching because I don't have time for sport in last month :-( After some exercises I thought that would be a nice gallery. So I'd set up the photo gear, got on a leotard, shorts and slippers and do some more stretching. Well, I got distracted from the lycra quite fast and stopped serious stretching exercises :-)
Costume: skin color zentai suit [N/A], white leotard [Ervy], red gymnastics shorts [Mezzo], gymnastics slippers [IWA]
Camera: Nikon D300. Radio trigger for camera + flash.
Lens: Sigma 10-20mm
Lighting: hard light from left, soft light from front right
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Overlooking the ocean . In the distance is the helicopter rescue chopper carrying out practise rescue drills at sea from a life raft situated just off shore , while up on the hill in the foreground are a couple and their dog , making the most of their prominent position for some daily stretch exercises above Main Beach .
York Drive
Newcastle . NSW
This is a shot from my garden. It shows a ladybug in a purple bee balm flower going through its morning stretching exercises. If you look carefully, you can see a second ladybug just underneath one of the adjoining leaves. The photo was taken in July 2018, with my trusty Olympus digital camera. Enjoy.
After a good night sleep, Sindy likes to start the day with her morning routine stretch exercises.
"To the left uh!...,to the right uh-uh! Up...aaannd.....down! pfiewpfiewshsh"
to be continued
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Abused, Abandoned Jungle Dogs.
Nikon D300 DX Camera.
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Back Story ..................
4:05 AM my eyes popped open .
It was midnight when they had closed.
I read a real book at night until I fall asleep.
So here I am laying in bed thinking about rain.
Didn't hear any, 4:30 AM and I'm still laying in
bed thinking about the rain. 5:AM , same same !
Couldn't take the suspense any long, so I got up.
Boney Boy, Mr WeeNee and The Worm didn't move.
No big deal, packed the food bags and camera gear.
No rain falling but in reality it was still to dark to see the
sky but it felt like it could rain........
Half way to The Dog Palace and a small sliver of light
revealed a very dark menacing sky !
10 minutes later the rain was making it's presence known.
Came flying down the driveway to The Dog Palace.
Mama was quick to greet me but was just as quick to
retreat behind the old rusty gate for shelter from the storm.
Mama had a big story she wanted to share with me before
touching her food. Sat with her until the story had been
told in great detail, then I think she repeated it ...... ;-)
Once breakfast was finished Mama insisted we go up to the
2nd floor so she could do some stretching exercises.
As you can see it's pouring rain and I wasn't in any hurry to go
wandering about during the down pour.
In time the rain subsided and we took off on our daily rounds.
Apollo was fed as we passed by on our way to The Nuns Place.
It's still real early but we just missed The Kind Monk.
Mama raced down the road stopping every 40 meters to do
a look back an make sure I was keeping up with her.
Anna was very vocal when Mama came around the corner.
Rocky, Tinker Bell and Little Stubby came zipping out to meet
me with the usual unbridled enthusiasm....... ;-)
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Next photo is on the porch with Rocky doing his version of
a "high five". He does this on his own and will use either paw.
Very few monkeys, in fact I only saw maybe 2 or 3 in total.
3 hours had passed, Mama wanted a nap an I was tired too.
Mounted the scooter and reentered the storm .......................
Upon my arrival at home 3 wet dogs took their time inspecting
every part of my soaking wet carcass.
Soon I was naked in the shower washing all the road grit and grime off, that also goes for everything picked up from the monkey temple too .... My eyes are fading fast so a nap is in order .... The End ....
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My 24 year young horse Duke, getting down for a roll.
Amsterdam Science Park 26/10/2017 10h56
Stretch exercises while waiting on the Sprinter...
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Today at school we had Gym. We watched a film about how to eat properly and not wolf down our food or eat lots of candy (I can't remember the last time we were allowed candy). Then we did stretching exercises and then we had to run all the way to the light house and back again. I was exhausted.
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St Columba Catholic boarding School in O'Hare's Gap, Ireland
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‘Look at me!’ said the Hare to the other animals. ‘Just look how fast I can run.’
The Hare ran across a field as fast as he could. All the animals agreed that yes the Hare was very fast.
The Hare ran back. ‘See,’ he shouted. ‘I’m not even out of breath.’
‘Yeah, that was fast,’ said the Fox.
‘So who wants a race?’ said the Hare. ‘Anybody think they could beat me?’
None of the animals spoke.
‘See,’ said the Hare. ‘You’re all too scared to even try.’
‘I’ll have a go,’ said the Tortoise.
The Hare laughed. ‘You? The slowest creature in the whole world? I’m not wasting my time racing a Tortoise.’
‘What’s the matter?’ said the Tortoise. ‘Scared I might beat you?’
Some of the animals laughed at that so the Hare said, ‘Alright then, Tortoise. Let’s have a race...right now...then we’ll see who’s laughing.’
‘Not today,’ said the Tortoise. ‘We’ll race next week. Got to do a bit of training first.’
Next morning the animals watched the Tortoise do his ‘training’. First he did some gentle stretching exercises to warm himself up...and then he started to run.
‘Has he started running yet?’ asked the Fox.
‘Hard to tell with Tortoises,’ said the Badger. ‘He’s definitely moving.’
‘Is he?’ said the Fox.
‘Tortoise, are you sure about this?’ said the Crow. ‘I mean the Hare IS very fast and you...well...’
‘Don’t worry,’ said the Tortoise. ‘This is just day one. I’ll speed up. You’ll see.’
On the day of the race crowds of animals came to watch. The Tortoise slowly made his way to the starting line and then suddenly...the Hare arrived at top speed wearing a brand new track suit and four expensive-looking trainers.
‘The race starts here.’ said the Fox, pointing to a line on the ground. ‘And ends at that tree on the other side of the field. First one to touch the tree is the winner.’
‘Right, let’s get on with it,’ said the Hare. ‘Ready Tortoise? Ready to see some real speed?’
‘I’m ready,’ said the Tortoise.
‘Ready, steady...go!’ said the Fox and the race began.
The Hare roared off then stopped and looked back. The Tortoise was still crossing the starting line. The Hare ran back to the Tortoise.
‘Didn’t you hear him say go? You can start, you know.’
‘I have started,’ said the Tortoise.
‘Look,’ said the Hare. ‘You’re going so slowly I’m going to have a rest. Might even have a little sleep. I’ll finish the race when I wake up and still beat you by miles.’
The Hare lay down in the sun and fell asleep. The Tortoise kept going. Slowly, steadily he moved across the field and by evening time he was getting close to the finishing tree. Still the Hare slept on and now the animals started to get excited.
‘You know what? I think he might win,’ said a Rabbit.
‘I can’t believe it,’ said the Badger. ‘The Tortoise might actually win.’
The animals started to get excited and as the Tortoise got close to the finishing tree they started to cheer.
‘Come on, Tortoise!’ they shouted. ‘Nearly there. Keep going old friend. Keep going.’
But the noise of the cheering crowd woke up the Hare. He looked across the field, saw the Tortoise about to reach the tree and in a flash he was running.
The Tortoise heard the Hare thundering up behind him but he kept going...and going...and suddenly he was there. Just in time the Tortoise touched the tree with his nose. He’d done it. The Tortoise had beaten the Hare fair and square.
‘There you go,’ said the Badger. ‘Slow and steady’s sometimes better than fast and flashy.’
‘Not fair,’ said the Hare. ‘I was asleep. We have to run the race again. It’s not fair.’
But no-one was listening to the Hare.
I am flat on my back sunbathing at a city park clad in black short shorts doing leg stretching exercises with my eyes closed and my arms resting by my side totally relaxed and enjoying the beautiful summer weather!
Another morning, another osprey doing some stretching exercises before heading out for a breakfast run on Armand Bayou.
I am flat on my back in a pair of black running shorts doing leg stretching exercises while catching some rays on a beautiful summer day
Sorry, but I could not help but present this chap performing stomach and stretch exercises in Retiro Park last Sunday afternoon.
Time to do my stretching exercises.
American Wigeon photographed on Pearl Lake in Schumacher a community of the City of Timmins in North Eastern Ontario Canada.
The geese will lift their legs and stretch their wings. Probably like we feel stiff if we stay in one position too long. This one was doing some flexibility stretching in the middle of the road last evening.
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Three statues of Sir Stanley Matthews showing him playing football at various stages of his life, outside the Britannia Stadium
He is the wing wizard who combined sublime talent with incredible longevity. Sir Stanley Matthews played until he was 50 having taken care of his body in an era when science and sport never mixed.
He made his debut in March 1932 for Stoke City and played his last game for them 33 years later on February 6, exactly half a century ago. In between, he forged hero status at Blackpool, winning the 1953 FA Cup in a final that became synonymous with his name.
He won two Second Division titles 30 years apart, was knighted while still playing and won 54 England caps. Matthews, who died aged 85 in 2000. A former team-mate, an adversary, a famous friend and his daughter each said,
Matthews (right) is the only player ever to have been knighted while he was still alive after he won two Second Division titles with his hometown club Stoke - 30 years apart from each other.
Jimmy ARMFIELD Team-mate at Blackpool
People talk about him being England’s greatest footballer; he was certainly Blackpool’s. The success we had was down to his talismanic stature. He was the one who attracted the crowds and was known throughout the world. Dads would take their sons to watch the greatest player they’d seen. Matthews was a national treasure.
The first time I was picked for the England Under 23 team, Joe Smith — Blackpool’s manager — sent for me. I thought he was going to pat me on the back but he said: ‘The FA have sent a letter that they want you to play in Denmark. Have you thanked Stan?’ I asked why and he replied: ‘Anyone can play behind Stan.’
Everyone said what a wonderful passer I was at right back but all I was doing was giving the ball to the great man.
I never once saw him out of breath. That’s an incredible thing to say because when I came in he would have been in his late 30s. When he went back to Stoke everyone thought that was it but he won them promotion. There was an aura around him.
I picture him with the No 7 on the back of that tangerine jersey. Most full backs’ memories of Matthews will be looking at that number on his back!
He never got booked. He never queried a referee, dived, looked for a free-kick. He’d never retaliate. And he had some kickings.
Stan was a consummate pro. He was the first one who really worked at personal fitness. In a morning you could go down to the beach at 8am and he’d be there doing deep breathing then jogging up and down.
I learned more from him than any coach. I’d just watch him.
He had quite an amusing streak. He could make funny, but cutting, remarks. We were playing at Arsenal. I picked him out with my left foot and instead of landing at his feet it hit his chest. My pass gave the defender a good chance of nailing him again. When he got off the floor, Stan looked straight at me and said: ‘Shocking. Absolutely shocking’. That shoved some life into me!
The emotion of the 1953 FA Cup final came because Blackpool had lost in 1948 and ’51. This was going to be third time lucky. Stan would get his medal.
It was Coronation year, we were going to climb Everest and Gordon Richards was going to win the Derby. The first two came off and it was Stan’s turn.
We were 3-1 down to Bolton. The game was transformed by Stan Mortensen belting in a free-kick. Matthews sprang to life in that last half-hour. He was unstoppable.
He told me that I shouldn’t go around trying to kick people because that’s not what football is about.
He said: ‘Once a full back kicks me I’ve got him. I know he’s frightened of me.’
It was that era just after the war — stiff upper lip. Stan embodied that feeling around the country. That’s why when we played away from home we knew the crowd wanted to see him.
For a man to get knighted while he was still playing ... can you see anyone else doing that? Can you see away crowds applauding like they did for Stan?
CLIFF JONES Opponent at Tottenham
Stan warmed up with weighted boots on — like diver’s boots.
Then his actual football boots were made out of calf leather. A little firm in Northampton made them. I’ve never seen boots like them. So light, you could bend them into all shapes. They only lasted about three games.
You can imagine the effects of jogging around in weighted boots then slipping on these light boots. He could run the 100m as fast as Jesse Owens.
He was very forward-thinking. Just before the game he would have a drink of egg, milk and glucose powder. His pre-match meal, if you like.
He said to me: ‘What’s your pre-match meal?’ I said probably a bit of steak or chicken about three hours before kick-off. He said: ‘Why don’t you try this?’ Four heaped tablespoons of glucose powder. It was a great source of energy.
On a Monday he wouldn’t have anything to eat. He would just drink eight pints of water to flush his system out. These days they call it detoxifying. He was very much his own man. He would have vitamin tablets. All things we never thought of. That’s why he played until he was 50. Ryan Giggs was 40 when he packed it in. Stan went on for another 10 years!
It was Harry Johnston, captain of Blackpool at the time, who said: ‘We have this winger who doesn’t score goals, won’t head a ball and there is no chance of him tackling back, but he is the greatest winger you’ll ever see.’
It was his control and over 10-15 yards he was lightning. He would just jog up to a full back, drop a shoulder and go outside him and be gone. Full backs knew what he was going to do but there was nothing they could do about it.
JEAN GOUGH Matthews’ daughter
As a little girl I remember him as a loving daddy who did his utmost to keep his family out of the limelight. In the 1940s he became the first sporting superstar — acclaimed all over the world despite there being no TV and very little media. In order not to be recognised he would wear sunglasses and a hat. It never worked!
I remember the discipline my dad followed. I can see him now, making his carrot juice every day. He managed to obtain a tiny juicer. All visitors to the house were offered this magical health drink. The only trouble was that too much carrot juice could make your skin go yellow!
Pop was obsessed with eating the right foods. I passed this on to my own children. Stan’s granddaughter Samantha is a leading authority on nutrition in Texas and she and Pop planned to write a book together but sadly never got round to it. I can see him now, doing his deep breathing and stretching exercises before going for his workout on Blackpool beach. Sometimes he would take me with him and I cherish this time with him.
PETER COATES Stoke chairman and friend
Stan is Stoke’s legendary player. He was the first football man to become a truly international figure. The gates would go up in London because they wanted to see him. It would happen in Europe and South America — because they didn’t see him on the telly.
Even now, when I travel abroad and mention Stoke I hear ‘Ah, Stanley Matthews.’ The turnout for his funeral was the largest apart from royalty and Winston Churchill.
Sir Bobby Charlton told me a story. He said, ‘Jackie (his brother) and I used to go to Newcastle when Stoke were playing and we would stand by the corner flag to get close to Matthews.’
I first saw him just after the war as a young boy and I later got to know him well. He would come to mine for dinner and eat like a mouse. He was a man before his time, intent on prolonging his career. He once told me: ‘One mistake I made was I retired too early. I had two more years in me.’
He wanted to be Peter Pan, he never wanted to grow old. Even in his 80s he had a spring in his step.
Today began with a beautiful orange sunrise, despite heavy rain nearly all night and so much of England being flooded. Santa Clause was happily doing his stretching exercises in the sun before being packed away along with all the Christmas decorations.
I am flat on my back with my head motionless in a field of lush grass at a local park doing leg stretching exercises and totally enjoying the fantastic summer weather!
Sgt. Theodoor Steber, a drill instructor stationed in Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego, leads athletes in stretching exercises before practice in Phoenix, Ariz., Jan. 1, 2012. The athletes, elite high school football players from across the country, are participating in the inaugural Semper Fidelis All-American Bowl Jan. 3, 2012. The bowl game is an all-star match hosted by the Marine Corps and Junior Rank. "It's good to get out and interact with the kids and put the Marine Corps image out there," Steber, from Antigo, Wisc., said. "The kids are so humble and happy to be here. They're putting the effort forth."
(U.S. Marine Corps photo by Sgt. Mark Fayloga)
Bonkers doing his upper body stretching exercises this evening. Or, he was distracted by something... Probably distracted...
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She being of Italian descent I took it as a reference to a gangster but as we got deeper into the lifestyle I realized that she was referring to an FWB.
She told me about Bruce, a guy she was fucking in the parking lot on their lunch break at work and that his hobby was fucking white wives. He used up his vacation to go visit family upstate and had just returned. He was starting a new job and so wanted Hotwife to stay in touch and visit his apartment. He wanted to meet me so I was curious and slightly aroused.
She drove and told me some of their antics which got me quite interested. We pulled into the parking lot of a sleazy bar on the other side of town and I asked if this was the place. She said "no, he's next door to it." She rang the bell and this imposing naked black man opened the door and invited us in. He held the door with his left hand while he stroked his cock with his right. My wife said I see you were expecting me" and gave him a big sloppy kiss saying "Bruce, this is my cuck hubby, hubby this is Bruce" to which B said "I told you you talk too much, your mom taught you to not talk with your mouth full so here's something to fill it up." She undid her skirt and flipped it to me as she dropped to her knees and started stroking his cock, kissing the head saying "oh I missed this so much!" As she sucked his cock he shook my hand and said "I am so happy to finally meet you cucky, I've heard all about you and, how about it, you just held my cock by proxy of my right hand. I hope you like it as much as your slutty wife does."
I watched as he held her by the back of her head shoving his cock deeper down her throat as she squeezed his balls. He said "see how much your slut likes my bbc? she can never get enough! I bet you wish she sucked you like that, don't you? Why don't you go sit on the couch and watch as a master satisfies your cock-hungry whore." He pulled his cock away and told my wife "take those clothes off bitch, you know I like to watch your snow white titties bounce!" She was soon naked except for her crotchless pantyhose so he sat on the couch next to me and said "look at this hunk of black meat that your wife takes good care of. You like watching don't you? Hotwife, show cucks what you do to my dick with those luscious titties." She knelt between his legs and wrapped her boobs around his cock and started jerking him off with them, licking his cockhead at the same time. B said "ooh baby, that's good stuff, what do you think cucky? See, she can suck my cock at the same time? She told me yours gets lost between her tits. Too bad for her!" All I could do was watch this extremely dominant man take control of my wife who was most usually the one in control. This guy had something other than just a big cock and balls.
When he had enough tittie job he told her to "lie back on cuck so he can watch me do you" she did and he threw her right leg up on the couch and her left up over my lap. He said "just look at this dripping wet married pussy just begging for bbc, going to have to wait a little longer" as he dove in and started swirling his tongue around my wife's cunt. He was tongue fucking her and it wasn't long she had her first orgasm thrashing around on his tongue as he pressed her down onto me by holding her by her tits. After she calmed down a bit he knelt there with his cock lying on her belly where she pulled on it and begged him to fuck her. He said " look at this cucky, my cockhead is up at her navel! Wonder if it fits inside her? I know it does, I've been balls deep many times now. Just you watch" as he started getting his cock wet by rubbing it around on her clit and slowly penetrating my wife with it. I was speechless this whole incident so far. She was gasping and moaning and whimpering about how "it hurts so good fuck me you black prick fuck me already!" B said "cuck, I'll bet she never begs you, does she!?" (she didn't.) Well anyway, I could see his jet black cock shiny with my wife's juice every time he pulled out to where just his head was in her. This whole evening he kept talking about what a hot fucking slut she was and how it was because I couldn't satisfy her like a BBC could, etc. I think the only time he wasn't talking was when he was eating her out.
He gradually increased the tempo until he was pounding her pussy for all it was worth, driving me deeper into the corner of the couch while she screamed and moaned, cumming in one long uninterrupted orgasm. B said "see cucky, that's how you fuck a cum whore and you get some idea about what it's like when a black man fucks! Here cums your reward bitch this load's for you" as he pushed in balls deep and unloaded into my wife. He let it soak in her until his softening dick came sliding out bringing hot cum with it. He said "look at it cucky, look at a black man's cum oozing out of the bitch's cunt. Never saw so much, did you?!"(I actually had, but it was a lot of cum) I finally said " nice, I can't wait to get in there" but B said "fuck no, I don't want you making a mess in my place. Take this dirty whore out of here, I'm done with her for now! I don't care what you do with her anywhere else hut you ain't doing it here! Slut, next time you be ready I'm going to fuck your tight little pink asshole with my bbc, better do some stretching exercises." As she dressed he said "cucky, don't worry, she's just another bitch in my stable and after I get her broken in I'm going to turn my boys loose on her so I can see how she does pulling a train."
He disappeared into the bathroom and as we left I asked if she was alright. She said "better than alright, I want more of that! How are you?" I was so boned up that as I drove she jerked me off until I shot my load and wound up having to clean the steering wheel.
Collection Name: MS409 Associated Press Photograph Collection
Photographer/Studio: Smith, Julie
Description: Arnold Schwarzenegger helps fifth-grader Peter Elya with stretching exercises as student Brandon Sharp looks on. Schwarzenegger, chairman of the President’s Council on Physical Fitness and Sports, visited East Elementary School in Jefferson City to promote the program.
Coverage: United States – Missouri – Cole County – Jefferson City
Date: 09/26/1990
Rights: Permission granted
Credit: Courtesy of Missouri State Archives
Image Number: MS409_175_081.tif
Institution: Missouri State Archives
I had a rough night because my body wasn’t cooperating. But I still drove to the Senior Center to meet 13 friends to walk inside the gymnasium & do some stretching exercises. Next we ate our lunches in the card room before playing Chickenfoot. Finally I drove over to the Hair Clinic for Chelsea to wash & set my hair.
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Had an early morning appointment with the rheumatologist at the hospital and I've finally got an referral for an MRI scan on my neck - he reckoned it would be within the next four weeks, so that's not too bad. In the meantime, stretching exercises, yoga and Amitriptyline are my friends.
That's a picture of a wall near my house...still going for that Rhine image type simplicity and hoping someone will buy it for several million pounds....
An interminable delay: Not something you want to be facing just an hour into an 11 hour and 15 minute train journey. Especially one in Serbia, where timetables are viewed more as aspirational goals than something which is realistically attainable (or even targeted). "Two hours", I'm cheerfully informed by the lady at the ticket booth when queried on possible delays, "But just as likely four!"
I had read that some parts of the track were in such a state of disrepair that the train would be limited to just 18 mph. In 2006 a derailment 100 meters above a deep ravine ended tragically with the train plunging to the river below, injuring 184 and killing 47. So a trip which originally took 7 hours now takes in excess of 11. I was prepared for slow!
Something has clearly gone awry however. We've been stationary for 20 minutes and my fellow passengers have progressed well past the fidgeting stage. One gentleman is rhythmically butting his forehead against the windowpane, his undulating groans synchronizing perfectly with the dull thud of each strike. A rough looking character from the adjoining compartment becomes concerned at the dry state of the tracks outside the corridor window, and takes it upon himself to rectify matters by dredging up enough phlegm to hydrate them back to a sufficient state of saturation.
I consider retaking my seat and reading for a bit, however the elderly lady in our cabin has stretched herself across all three seats, seemingly fast asleep. I figure I may as well see if I can find out what's causing the dealy.
A number of passengers have already stepped off the train. Many are smoking (depressingly you're the exception if you don't - more cigarettes are consumed here per capita than anywhere else on the planet), a few are contorting their bodies in a series of ungainly stretching exercises, while others appear to have wandered up ahead in an attempt to uncover the mystery of the stalled locomotive. The latter I follow.
Men. About a dozen in all. Standing around observing another man who is swinging a large hammer willingly at a mechanical contraption just off to the side of the track. And there also the conductor, looking on pensively. Massaging the top of his head with slow circular motions of the right hand, his conductor's cap clasped tightly to the side with the left. His voice barely carries, but is that an exasperated tone I detect? This does not bode well...
Two hundred and fifty-four tunnels, two of which are over 6 kms in length. Four hundred and thirty-five bridges, the longest being the Mala Rijeka Viaduct, which extends 500 meters and is 200 meters high (2nd tallest rail bridge in the world). The train is Serbian Railways No. 431. The line is the Belgrade to Bar, departing 9:10am from the Serbian capital's Glavna Railway Station, and arriving at its destination, a seaport town on the coastline of Montenegro, at 8:26pm. By all reports one of the great rail journeys of the world.
It was all that and more.
We did eventually get moving again of course. Something had gone kaput and needed replacing. No one spoke a word of English but I'm guessing the culprit was the mechanism which switches between tracks. Train 431 arrived in Bar a touch after 10pm, crawling into the station only a couple of hours behind schedule. The time veritably flew by though. It has an uncanny way of doing that when you're having the time of your life.
VELVET-PURPLE CORONET (hummingbird) male Boissonneaua jardini. This Velvet-purple Coronet male is perching on his favorite leaf and stretching his wings and tail. This image is from the Mindo Valley in northwestern Ecuador and was taken on July 2, 2012.
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Esta foto de un macho del colibrí de nombre común Coronita Aterciopelada Boissonneaua jardini se sacó en el Valle de Mindo en el nordoeste de Ecuador en julio de 2012.
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