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Our local female Baldy looking for fun. She always points her head to the sky and makes kind of a stuttering chirp when she wants to mate, Kind of surprising as she has a couple of chicks close to 3 weeks old. Guess its just recreational love.
The handsome Spotted Sandpiper (Actitis macularius)
makes a great ambassador for the notoriously difficult-to-identify shorebirds. They occur all across North America, they are distinctive in both looks and actions. They also have interesting social lives. The male takes the primary role in parental care, incubating the eggs and taking care of the young. The female is the one who establishes and defends the territory. She arrives at the breeding grounds earlier than the male. One female may lay eggs for up to four different males at a time. With their richly spotted breeding plumage, teetering gait, stuttering wingbeats, and showy courtship dances, this bird is among the most notable and memorable shorebirds in North America. Photographed at White Rock Lake in Dallas, Texas.
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non-breeding plumage
The dapper Spotted Sandpiper makes a great ambassador for the notoriously difficult-to-identify shorebirds. They occur all across North America, they are distinctive in both looks and actions, and they're handsome. They also have intriguing social lives in which females take the lead and males raise the young. With their richly spotted breeding plumage, teetering gait, stuttering wingbeats, and showy courtship dances, this bird is among the most notable and memorable shorebirds in North America.
I was walking in my garden today wondering what image would be acceptable for Macro Mondays this week with a topic of eye, then out of the blue a little inspiration fluttered by, landing on a garden tub .... Ah,ha thought I this little chap would certainly fit the bill having two eyes.
I grabbed my little camera and took some macro images as can be seen in the photo.
The weather was somewhat overcast today and really not ideally suited for photography but still that's alright.
These Comma butterflies are superb colourful insects with their wings wide open, lovely orange hues, but with wings closed they look like a dried up leaf, a fantastic piece of natural camouflage selected from good old nature.
I try to plant shrubs and flowers to attract butterflies and bee's in my little urban jungle, well seeing beautiful insects throughout my garden is what it is all about!
Unfortunately it's been a poor year so far for insects generally I've noticed a big decline in numbers in my garden, the weather recently has been unusual for all sorts of reasons and butterflies seem to of been hit quite badly, of course there is a knock-on effect for our feathered friends also, I have been supplementing our wild birds to try and help out because their food supply has dwindled, and the thought of little chicks going without their food really saddens me.
"Comma Butterfly"
Come on comma unfold those wings, listen' hark' the birdies sing, take the air flap and stutter I glimpse you now my hearts a flutter, please don't wait looking like leaves, summers short, the spider weaves, it's so short, so shoot the breeze, just be awesome; "please, please, please" "I really love you my little tease."
The end.
Cheers!
Love & Peace!
A forgotten relic of the Bagenalstown & Wexford Railway dream to create a 44 mile inland railway route to Wexford. Built in 1858 as part of the first opening 8 miles to Borris, the dream quickly stuttered as the railway only made it to Ballywilliam by 1862.
Running through the totally unremunerative, but beautiful and sparsely populated rolling hills of South Carlow and Kilkenny and with only four stations it earned the least of any railway in Ireland and early closure envitably followed in 1864.
A fresh impetus in the 1870’s revived the line and with the line operated south of Ballywilliam by the Dublin Wicklow & Wexford Railway the line eventually made it’s connection to Wexford just north of Palace East.
Unfortunately for the line these developments never really improved the financial situation of the line and the Bagnelstown - Palace East section was the first in Ireland to lose it’s passenger service under Great Southern Railways ownership in 1931, full freight services following in 1947. Surprisingly for a line with such a perilous existence, it was kept open and in place for occasional passenger special and seasonal sugar beet traffic till the axe finally came down in 1963.
Today with one side of it’s embankment removed, it really is a bridge to nowhere.
Canon 5D - August 2025.
Created for the PANO-Vision Group's June Contest "PANO to the Metal", a contest focusing on members taking the medium as far afield as they can imagine. No holds barred.
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Pano-Sabotage has always been, in PANO-Vision, about taking the "novelty" of the "glitch" of the medium and evolving that into Art. Straight shots or highly manipulated, full screens or extreme zoom-ins, slightly warped or extremely faceted, all of it is open for exploration.
"Double Foreshadow" is an oblique reference to the theory of Art and Science historian, Leonard Shlain's, that all art movements and styles presage changes in science and then in the culture in general. What might Pano-Sabotage be foreshadowing ?
The "Double" here hints at the method of shooting this image - another "Monitor Pano", where the photographer sets their phone on Pano, then pans across their computer monitor screen, using the right arrow key to toggle across images as they're being "sabotaged". A Sabotage of the Sabotages. Double.
As far as I know, Don of PANO-Vision was the first to do this, but it was later very highly developed by Bill Smith of the group. Paul Ewing and I followed suit.
Image was shot, treated with "Abstract Contours" and "Glowing Edges" to emphasize the linear aspects and to highlight the "Digi-Bites" or "Jaggies" ( Stepped Black Spaces ). Then it was layered twice over itself for framing and highlighting. Bevelled edges and Inner Glows of turquoise and red were added also as framing elements.
Image shot & created June 13, 2018.
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© Richard S Warner ( Visionheart ) - 2018. All Rights Reserved. This image is not for use in any form without explicit, express, written permission.
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I am VERY proud to announce that I was chosen to be the feature artist of the "Kreative People" Group's Spring Gallery - Running until the end of June. I really must thank both abstractartangel77 and Xandram for bestowing me with this great honour. The link to the gallery appears below:
Please visit my Kreative People Highlight Gallery HERE
The two friends froze when the ghostly figure appeared in front of them. And it was not the only one. A pair of skeletons equally threatening to the adventurer pair appeared on the wooden bridge. In the nearest town they had been told that this cave served as a stash for the pirates and smugglers who came to the bay. What they never imagined would be that inside that abandoned ship they would find a whole scene of terror that made their blood run cold.
'I told you this wasn't the best idea' Ava stuttered.
Efar jerked his little black body upright as the ghost screamed and reached out to them.
'Run!' yelled the doll.
As soon as they regained their mobility, the two adventurers turned and threw themselves over the side of the ship. They must had hit land, or water, with a good bang. But they did not. Miraculously, Ava's wings began to move frantically, and the girl grabbed Efar to speed away from there to safety.
"Look at the positive lake," Efar ironized. 'At least you learned to fly.'
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I know this is just a little brown bird on a stick, but it is a bird I have been trying to photograph for ages. Then, a bit like London buses, I have ended up taking several half-decent photos within the last few days. My photos are usually looking up against the sky, with twigs in the way, but this one had a plain, dark background with no obscuring twigs in the way. I know this looks like a photographic set-up but it was just a serendipitous sighting while I was wandering around. Some of you are lucky enough to have Redpolls visiting feeding stations and will wonder why I'm making a fuss about them, but I know of no such feeding sites near me. I do bump into birds round here fairly frequently, though my typical sighting is of a tiny shape zipping overhead accompanied by its stuttering flight call. They really are tiny as well, weighing in at just 11g that is less than a third of the weight of a House Sparrow. You can see here the distinctive red poll (forehead) and the little black bib. You can also see a rosy flush on the breast showing this is an adult male. The wingbars are off-white, which is a feature of the British race known as Lesser Redpoll (Acanthis flammae cabaret). It is sometimes considered a separate species from the Mealy or Common Redpoll that breeds in Scandinavia (and elsewhere).
Redpolls are red-listed because they suffered a breeding population decline of >50% 1981-2010, with a corresponding decline in winter, and a range contraction. The population is thought to be c260,000 breeding pairs, which sounds like a lot, but compared with 1.2 million pairs of Goldfinch, it isn't huge.
Dedicated to Lee Schnalberg whose video inspired me to try his technique. Thanks, Lee, for the inspiration!
iPhoneography on iPhone 11 Pro Max; Editing in Snapseed and Photo Editor, all on iPhone.
EXPLORE #328, May 12/09
I saw this Song Sparrow yesterday hiding from the Red Wing Blackbirds lol ;) The blue you see in the background is Lake Ontario ;) Sunny days are here again!! Whoopee.
"A rich, russet-and-gray bird with bold streaks down its white chest, the Song Sparrow is one of the most familiar North American sparrows. Don’t let the bewildering variety of regional differences this bird shows across North America deter you: it’s one of the first species you should suspect if you see a streaky sparrow in an open, shrubby, or wet area. If it perches on a low shrub, leans back, and sings a stuttering, clattering song, so much the better."
"Length
4.7–6.7 in
12–17 cm
Wingspan
7.1–9.4 in
18–24 cm
Weight
0.4–1.9 oz
12–53 g"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Moxa0z7BBs8
Best viewed LARGE.
The helmeted guineafowl (Numida meleagris) is the best known of the guineafowl bird family, Numididae, and the only member of the genus Numida. It is native to Africa, mainly south of the Sahara.
Helmeted guinea fowl are perfectly capable of flying but most choose not to. They actually prefer to walk everywhere. It is possible for them to walk up to six miles (10km) a day.
They’re quite striking in their appearance in that they have a bony structure on top of their red, blue and white head.
This diurnal bird calls with a rasping, stuttering, grating "keerrrr." Lives in flocks of up to hundreds of birds, and forages on open ground.
Helmeted guineafowl are both monomorphic and monochromatic meaning that both males and females are similar in size, appearance and color.
This beautiful Guineafowl was captured during a photography safari on an early morning game drive in the Serengeti National Park, Tanzania.
Crash landing instead of after work:
In Hornafjörður they delivered equipment for the nearby radar station in Stokksnes. Now, defying the winter storms, they rock anxiously in their Skytrain towards the end of the day. But nothing comes of it: Suddenly, the freighter's two Wright radial engines begin to stutter ominously. The carburetors are freezing! The hum of the engines subsides, ends in a wild rattle, until it is finally completely swallowed by the rustling of the airstream. An unreal silence breaks through. Wicke and Fletcher desperately try to restart the engines. Without success. When they emerge from the clouds at a height of almost 800 meters, it becomes clear to them that they will not get as far as Keflavik. You have to make an emergency landing. But where? The area here is anything but inviting - cold lava, stones, rocks. Death also lurks next door in the whipped sea. Shatter or drown? It doesn't matter. But what is this? A beach? Yes indeed. It has to work out here!
Source and Story by:
www.flugrevue.de/klassiker/verloren-in-island-das-flugzeu...
Translated from German to English by Google Translator, checked by Bepsie Bepps ;-))
- Beppe -
Forgive me if I still stutter
From all of the clutter in my head
Cause I could fall asleep in those eyes
Like a waterbed
Do I seem familiar
I've crossed you in hallways a thousand times
No more camouflage
I want to be exposed
And not be afraid to fall
Pose: Ink Me - BALL My Best #4
Jeans: Mossu - Xavier Jeans
Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
I wanna rock right now
I'm Rob Base and I came to get down
I'm not internationally known
But I'm known to rock the microphone
Because I get stupid, I mean outrageous
Stay away from me if you're contagious
Cause I'm the winner, no, I'm not a loser
To be an M.C. is what I choose-a
Ladies love me, girls adore me
I mean even the ones who never saw me
Like the way that I rhyme at a show
The reason why, man, I don't know
So let's go, cause
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
My name is Rob, I gotta real funky concept
Listen up, cause I'm gonna keep you in step
I got an idea
That I wanna share
You don't like it? So what, I don't care
I'm number one, the uno, I like comp
Bring all the suckers cause all them I'll stomp
Bold and black but I won't protect
All of my followers cause all I want is respect
I'm not a doctor, put them in rapture
A slick brother that can easy outfox ya
Cause I'm Rob, the last name Base, yeah
And on the mic, I'm known to be the freshest
So let's start, it shouldn't be too hard
I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard
I won't fess, wear a bulletproof vest
Don't smoke buddha, can't stand sess, yes
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
The situation that the Base is in
I'm kinda stingy that's why I don't wanna lend
A funky rhyme to a foe or a good friend
But listen up cause I want you to comprehend
Cause I'm the leader, the man superior
I take care of ya and then ya get wearier
So just sit, my rhymes are not counterfeit
The record sells which makes this one a hit
It won't hurt to listen to Red Alert
Take off your shirt
Make sure it don't hit the dirt
I like the kids; the guys, the girls
I want the ducats cause this is Rob Base's world
I'm on a mission, ya better just listen
To my rhymes cause I'm all about dissin'
Cause
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
I stand alone, don't need anyone
Cause I'm Rob, just came to have fun
Don't need friends that act like foes
Cause I'm Rob Base, the one who knows
About things that make ya get weary
Don't cheer me, just hear me
Out cause I got the clout, shout (Ho!)
Before I turn the party out
I won't stutter
Project my voice, speak clearly
So you can be my choice
On stage or on record
Go to the Wiz and select it
Take it off the rack, if it's wack put it back
I like the Whopper, fuck the Big Mac
If you want static, so let's go
So, throw up your hands
Go for what you know
Bro', I got an ego
Yo, talkin' to me? No, oh
Cause Rob is in the front, EZ Rock is on the back-up
We're not soft, so you better just slack up
Cause I'm cool, calm just like a breeze
Rock the mike with the help of EZ
Rock on the set, the music plays
Only cuts the records that I say
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
In my eyes
Indisposed
In disguise
As no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
The sun
In my disgrace
Boiling heat
Summer stench
'Neath the black
The sky looks dead
Call my name
Through the cream
And I'll hear you
Scream again
Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come
Stuttering
Cold and damp
Steal the warm wind
Tired friend
Times are gone
For honest men
And sometimes
Far too long
For snakes
In my shoes
A walking sleep
And my youth
I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings
Like you
Anymore
Hang my head
Drown my fear
Till you all just
Disappear
Soundgarden
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Sei still
Be silent
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJg9NA6P9cw
Silence! Do not speak. It's a shame. Silence your voice. Hush!
If speech is silver, silence is golden.
The first words I heard as a child, whether I was crying, laughing, playing, they kept on telling me to "Be Silent!"
At school they taught me half the truth, and told me: "Why do you care? Be Silent!"
The first boy I fell in love was kissing me and was telling me:
"Don't say a word about it and Be Silent!"
"Silence your voice and do not speak. Shut up".
And that lasted till I was twenty years old.
The word of Authority against the silence of the Subordinate.
I was looking at the blood on the pavement and they were telling me "Why do you care?" "You'll get into trouble,
Be Silent."
Later in my life my bosses were telling me "Don't question orders. Pretend that you agree with them and Be Silent!"
I got married and had children and taught them to be Silent.
My husband was honest and hardworking and knew how to be Silent.
He had a wise mother, that was telling him to be "Be Silent."
During leap years, neighbors were advising me:
"Do not get involved. Pretend you did not see a thing and Be Silent"
We may have not had any kind of great relationship between us,
but were however united by Silence.
"Be Silent" one of them was saying, "Be Silent" the other was responding,"Be Silent" the people upstairs were saying, "Be Silent" the people underneath were saying.
"Be Silent" throughout the whole building and around the whole square.
"Be Silent" across the vertical and parallel streets.
We swallowed our tongues.
We may have a mouth, but not a voice.
We joined the "Be Silent" club" that gathered many,
an entire city of great strength, but a mute one!
We achieved a lot and reached so high that they gave us medals.
And all so easy, just by being Silent.
What a great art that phrase "Be Silent" can be.
Teach it to your wife, teach it to your child, teach it to your mother in law.
And when you feel the need to speak, forcefully remove your tongue out and Be Silent.
Cut your tongue out and throw it to the dogs. It has become a useless body part, since you're not using it correctly. By doing so, you will not have nightmares, guilt and doubts.
You will not be ashamed of your children
and you'll save yourself from the trouble of talking,
you won't have to speak and say "you are so right, I'm with you".
Oh gosh ! How much I wish I was able to speak!
And you will not speak, you'll become a windbag,
you will be drooling instead of talking.
Cut out your tongue, immediately cut it out.
You don't have any other choice.
Be mute. Since you will not speak, it's better to dare it.
Cut out your tongue.
At least be honest with yourself.
In my plans and in my dreams, between sobs and fits, I hold my tongue.
Cause I fear that the moment will come, where I won't be able to withhold this urge and I 'll burst out without fear, but full of hope.
And every time my throat will be filled with just one phoneme,
with just one whisper, one stutter, one cry that tells me:
"S P E A K".... !!!
It was getting dark, I had been out to long, it had been a very hard day and the slow stuttering steps I was taking to descend High Crag were painful, I was starting to doubt I could do this any more, had my age caught up with me. It was my first serious fell walk since my nerve injury last January and I was euphoric when I made the top of Red Pike taking an unrelenting steep climb from Buttermere. I set off from Red Pike in high spirits in total clag (dense mountain mist), you were lucky to see 20 metres ahead. The ridge of Red Pike, High Stiles and High Crags I’ve always found to be easy with exhilarating views down the sheer north facing buttresses, but for what ever reason it took me ages. It wasn’t the route finding as I’ve done it in snow and white out conditions in the past. By the time I was descending High Crag I knew I was going to be out in the dark but I was confident I would get too or near the lake shore footpath before I lost the light of dusk. As it was this route had taken me 2 hours longer than it took me last time I did it, 31 years ago, and then I had my 10 and 8 year old sons with me. So the route I had penciled in for the next day, some 2 miles longer was looking doubtful. So I adjusted my timings for the next day and planned some escape routes to cut the walk shorter. So I was very pleased when I gained the first summit Robinson a good 1 hour and 40 minutes quicker than my updated estimate, in fact I made Dale head the last summit ahead of my estimate for Robinson and I had a stop for coffee. This post is that coffee stop.
My Friend With A Stuttering Problem Was Just Sent To Prison.
I Fear He May Not Finish His Sentence.
Arr arr...ahem
"The dapper Spotted Sandpiper makes a great ambassador for the notoriously difficult-to-identify shorebirds. They occur all across North America, they are distinctive in both looks and actions, and they're handsome. They also have intriguing social lives in which females take the lead and males raise the young. With their richly spotted breeding plumage, teetering gait, stuttering wingbeats, and showy courtship dances, this bird is among the most notable and memorable shorebirds in North America.:
from allaboutbirds.org
The dapper Spotted Sandpiper makes a great ambassador for the notoriously difficult-to-identify shorebirds. They occur all across North America, they are distinctive in both looks and actions, and they're handsome. They also have intriguing social lives in which females take the lead and males raise the young. With their richly spotted breeding plumage, teetering gait, stuttering wingbeats, and showy courtship dances, this bird is among the most notable and memorable shorebirds in North America.
9th programme at the Experimental Film Club (Dublin)
Curated by moi in colladoration with based-Cork artist and critique Maximilian Le Cain.
Films on this programme:
MAKING A HOME (Maximilian le Cain, 2007, 10mins., video, Ireland).
LEO ES PARDO (Iván Zulueta, 1976, 10mins. 16mm., Spain).
CHROMO SUB (Etienne O´Leary, 1968, 20mins, 16mm., France).
T,O,U,C,H,I,N,G (Paul Sharits, 1968, 12mins., 16mm., EEUU).
The blurring of reality, the torture of repetition, the sensual limits of the subject... a selection of films that make architectonical space stutter, guaranteeing a sublime E,J,A,C,U,L,A,T,I,O,N of cinematic light all over the audience !!
Poster designed by ZARZ.
The words should be read here:
Macro Mondays theme: Paper
This week I chose to photograph a couple of pop-up greeting cards with bird themes. The one I selected to post to the group opens to a robin feeding two recently hatched nestlings. I like the way the doubled pieces almost stutter. The image in the 1st comment was the outside of the card and would have been my second choice.
HMM
i've been a terrible contact lately - way behind on comments and stuff. have been packing, cleaning, saying my goodbyes, planning the road trip itinerary, and we just had a blizzard yesterday. i'll try to be better. but, sorry.
going to see slumdog millionaire tonight, but first, i was tagged by tom & wayne to do this 'sixteeen things about me' thang, so here goes.
1. i have serious nerd tendencies: obsessed with lord of the rings, star wars/trek, philosophy, neuroscience, and i'm a bookworm ... yeah.
2. i frequently eat pasta and/or pizza for breakfast.
3. i'm probably one of the most undisciplined people i know. i don't have many 'rules'; i just kind of do what i want, when i want.
4. i hate hate hate water with ice. makes my teeth hurt!
5. i have terrible circulation. my nose is always freezing cold (probably due to how enormous it is ;) and turns red when it's cold, and my feet are usually blocks of ice.
6. if i could have dinner with any three people, dead or alive: jesus, gandhi, bobby kennedy (they just all happen to be dead...i'll get my seance on).
7. i would probably die without butter.
8. i really want to get two cats when i move out to san francisco, so i'm only looking for apartments that allow 'em. i've already named them: muddy waters & etta james brown.
9. i drink my coffee black. french or italian roast.
10. i stuttered until i was about four or five years old. i guess i just grew out of it.
11. i tend to mumble ... a lot. mostly talk to myself, follow a train of thought, fading off towards the end. it aggravates a lot of people.
12. i was nearly sent home from my (chartered) trip to israel a few years ago because i got too drunk in the bedouin tent. vodka shots and hookah. winning combination.
13. i smoke. sorry.
14. i'm not religious, but 'spiritual'. a deist. had been a raving atheist, then an agnostic (and there IS a difference, for you idiots who think that agnosticism is just 'safe' atheism, you are very wrong, just study the freaking etymology to start), until one week of binge mushroom-eating this spring.
15. i have an elf ear (you can see it, there, my right ear).
16. peonies are my favorite flower. (in case you want to send me some.)
Mit schönen Erinnerungsfotos von diesem wunderbaren Aussichtpunkt beim Grand Canyon reisten Luis, Bärbel und Sweety dann doch mit Hilfe der magischen Glocke rasch weiter, bevor noch einer dort in die Schlucht stürzte:
BIM-BIM-BIM 🔔🔔🔔
🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀
SWEETY: „Wo sind wir denn jetzt gelandet ? Das ist ein schöner Blumestand. Ah, da gibt es auch eine Telefonzelle, ob ich Onkel Peter anrufen soll, er weiß vielleicht wo wir sind … ?“
BÄRBEL: „Das brauchst du nicht Sweety. Ich kann dir sagen, wir sind in London beim Buckingham Palast, der Residenz von König Charles und Königin Camilla !“
Seine Majestät König Charles III und Ihre Majestät Königin Camilla: „Wir heißen Euch herzlich willkommen bei uns in London.“
LUIS macht eine Verbeugung: „Vielen Dank … Eure … Majestät ...“
SWEETY versteckt sich vor Schreck in der Telefonzelle. 😲
BÄRBEL und LUIS bekommen ein Geschenk und stottern vor Aufregung: „Dankeschön … Eure … Majestät ...“
(Fortsetzung folgt … )
Ein großes Dankeschön an Karen, die mir das Hintergrundbild mit Hilfe von KI zur Verfügung stellte ! 💞
Vielen Dank auch an Jesse und Katharina für ihre Fotos !! 💞
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With beautiful souvenir photos of this wonderful viewpoint at the Grand Canyon, Luis, Bärbel and Sweety travelled on quickly with the help of the magic bell before anyone else fell into the canyon:
BIM-BIM-BIM 🔔🔔🔔
🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀
SWEETY: “Where have we ended up now? That's a nice flower stand. Ah, there's also a phone box, should I call Uncle Peter, he might know where we are ... ?”
BÄRBEL: “You don't need to, Sweety. I can tell you we're in London at Buckingham Palace, the residence of King Charles and Queen Camilla !”
His Majesty King Charles III and Her Majesty Queen Camilla: “We welcome you to London.”
LUIS bows: “Thank you ... Your ... Majesty ...”
SWEETY hides in the phone box in fright. 😲
BÄRBEL and LUIS receive a present and stutter with excitement: “Thank you ... Your ... Majesty ...”
(To be continued ...)
A big thank you to Karen, who created the background picture with the help of AI ! 💞
Many thanks also to Jesse and Katharina for their photos !! 💞
One of Ireland’s largely forgotten railways was the Bagenalstown & Wexford Railway, dreamt as a 44 mile inland route to Wexford. The first 8 miles to Borris including Goresbridge opened in 1858, but with various competitive railway companies interwranglings and yet to be built lines the dream stuttered and the railway only made it to Ballywilliam by 1862.
Running through the totally unremunerative, but beautiful and sparsely populated rolling hills of South Carlow and Kilkenny and with only four stations it earned the least of any railway in Ireland and early closure soon followed in 1864.
Operated on behalf, by the Great Southern and Western Railway, fresh plans in the 1870’s revived the line and with the line operated south of Ballywilliam by the Dublin Wicklow & Wexford Railway the line eventually made it’s connection to Wexford just North of Palace East.
Unfortunately for the line these developments never really improved the financial situation of the line and the Bagnelstown - Palace East section was the first in Ireland to lose it’s passenger service under Great Southern Railways ownership in 1931, full freight services following in 1947.
Surprisingly for a line with such a perilous existence, it was kept open and in place for occasional passenger special and seasonal sugar beet traffic till the axe finally
came down in 1963.
64 years after closure, nature has back much of the Goresbridge station, smothering it’s single platform, original features, gate keepers house in rich summer growth. It remains a rare example of a relatively untounched abandoned railway station still in existence in Ireland today.
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Dorrigo National Park, New South Wales, Australia
Vulnerable
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Rich caramel-colored duck; long legs and neck give it a goose-like appearance. Body size much smaller than Mallard. Usually found in flocks; prefers marshes, marshy ponds, and flooded rice fields. Juvenile has contrasting dark wings and light belly. Vocal; frequently gives descending whistled calls with a stuttered beginning. Males sound wheezier, females more nasal and squeaky.
Slimbridge
This is a neat story if you have time to read it. Have a great weekend
"I was waiting in line for a ride at the airport. When a cab pulled up, the first thing I noticed was the taxi was polished to a bright shine. Smartly dressed in a white shirt, black tie, and freshly pressed black slacks, the cab driver jumped out and rounded the car to open the back passenger door for me.
He handed me a laminated card and said, 'I'm Wasu, your driver. While I'm loading your bags in the trunk, I'd like you to read my mission statement.'
Taken aback, I read the card. It said, 'Wasu's Mission Statement: To get my customers to their destination in the quickest, safest, and cheapest way possible in a friendly environment.'
This blew me away. Especially when I noticed the inside of the cab matched the outside. Spotlessly clean!
As he slid behind the wheel, Wasu said, 'Would you like a cup of coffee? I have a thermos of regular and one of decaf.'
I said jokingly, 'No, I'd prefer a soft drink.'
Wasu smiled and said, 'No problem. I have a cooler up front with regular and Diet Coke, lassi, water, and orange juice.'
Almost stuttering, I said, 'I'll take a lassi since I’ve never had one before.'
Handing me my drink, Wasu said, 'If you'd like something to read, I have Good Housekeeping magazine, Reader’s Digest, The Bible, and a Travel + Leisure magazine.'
As we were pulling away, Wasu handed me another laminated card, 'These are the stations I get and the music they play, if you'd like to listen to the radio.'
And as if that weren't enough, Wasu told me he had the heater on and asked if the temperature was comfortable for me.
Then he advised me of the best route to my destination for that time of day. He also let me know he'd be happy to chat and tell me about some of the sights or, if I preferred, to leave me with my own thoughts.
'Tell me, Wasu,' I was amazed and asked him, 'have you always served customers like this?'
Wasu smiled into the rear view mirror. 'No, not always. In fact, it's only been in the last two years. My first five years driving, I spent most of my time complaining like all the rest of the cabbies do. Then I heard about power of choice one day.'
'Power of choice is that you can be a duck or an eagle. If you get up in the morning expecting to have a bad day, you'll rarely disappoint yourself. Stop complaining! Don't be a duck. Be an eagle. Ducks quack and complain. Eagles soar above the crowd.'
'That hit me right,' said Wasu. He continued and said, 'It is about me. I was always quacking and complaining, so I decided to change my attitude and become an eagle. I looked around at the other cabs and their drivers. The cabs were dirty, the drivers were unfriendly, and the customers were unhappy. So I decided to make some changes. I put in a few at a time. When my customers responded well, I did more.'
'I take it that has paid off for you,' I said.
'It sure has,' Wasu replied. 'My first year as an eagle, I doubled my income from the previous year. This year, I'll probably quadruple it. My customers call me for appointments on my cell phone or leave a message on it.'
Wasu made a different choice. He decided to stop quacking like ducks and start soaring like eagles. I hope we all decide to soar like an eagle and not quack like a duck."
Credit: Summer Grace Vanni
paltimesnews 21/X/25
'Reports from the Gaza Mental Health Program reveal that many children in Gaza are losing their ability to speak due to psychological trauma from the ongoing war and Israeli bombardment, not physical injuries.
Known as “psychological mutism,” affected children communicate through gestures and repetitive movements instead of words.
Dr. Hiba Haidar, a language disorders specialist, confirmed that UNICEF and WHO data link speech loss and stuttering directly to exposure to bombing and traumatic events.
Even before the genocide, over half of Gaza’s children showed symptoms of post-traumatic stress, and experts warn that the situation may worsen, increasing the psychological burden on the next generation.'
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BETHEL - CAPEL YR ANNIBYNWYR/ INDEPENDENT CHAPEL - CYNGHORDY - SIR GAERFYRDDIN/ CARMARTHENSHIRE (1872)
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Shot this through the falling snow, playing around with the 'panorama' setting.
There must be a learning curve... this shot has stutters.
It's also cropped and tinted.
It was one of those nights where the music hummed just right, and the air felt thick with the possibility of something new. He saw her across the bar—not in the dramatic, slow-motion way movies might show, but in a quiet, undeniable instant. Her laughter caught his attention first, then the way her eyes sparkled when she tilted her head to listen.
She noticed him too—leaning casually against the counter, a little out of place in the crowd, like he hadn’t planned to be there long. But the moment their eyes met, time stuttered. It wasn’t loud, not a thunderclap or a shock. It was a soft, electric pull. Something ancient and familiar, like they’d just remembered each other in a place they’d never been.
Love at first sight, people say, is a myth. But there, in the warm haze of a crowded bar, with hearts not looking but somehow ready, two souls recognized something neither of them had words for yet.
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Don't Leave, I Think I Love You · Toby Keith
It's Penguin awareness day today 20/01/21 so why not p-pick, p-pick up a penguin. I remember this tv advertisement as a child which was on daily when I was young and it has always stuck in my head, the jingle was very catchy p-pick, p-pick up a penguin in a stutter. I can't see a penguin biscuit now without this jingle going around in my head. When I realised it was penguin awareness day today I remembered I had a picture of Asha holding a plush penguin in Ward Park, Bangor. I thought I'd add a few other penguins to the picture to mark penguin awareness day...
A Guy Gets Pulled Over For Speeding And The Officer Said, "What's Your Name Son?" The Fella Replied, "D~D~Dav~Dav~David, Sir." The Trooper Looked At Him Suspiciously And Said, "Oh, You've Got A Stutter?" The Fella Replied, "No Sir, My Dad Was A Stutterer And The Guy That Filled Out My Birth Certificate Was An Asshole."