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«At most you may hear something like waves stuttering on the pebbles»
Odysseas Elytis, "Public and Privates"
«Το πολύ ν' ακούσεις κάτι σαν τραύλισμα κυμάτων επάνω στα βότσαλα»
Οδ. Ελύτης, "Τα δημόσια και τα ιδιωτικά"
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Lyrics
Am I enough
Or am I just a shame?
Should I go
Or should I stay?
Silence is creeping
Think of something to say
You stutter and mumble
Today's just not your day
They smile and laugh like people do
Yet you're standing there without clue
I'm floating away just like a balloon
I'm fit to burst
But they can't see that it's you
They say they'll hold on tight
But is that really the truth?
If I'm let go now I'll just fade to blue
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Venetian Backwaters
Only a decaying Disneyland,
cosmopolitan colours of cobbled walls
mingle into milky mint of silk ripples;
a cracked painting
filled with optimistic carnations.
No hooked romance slices through these waters;
tarnished motorboats scrape along synthetic canyons,
harnessed to cruel portcullises.
Expectant quiet laps at broken bricks and rust,
lisping whispers hissed at the dormant air.
Distant weathervanes flaunt their flashes of sunlight,
drowning out a howl gagged by cheap lace.
Now left with only her naivety,
she wades through the murky labyrinth,
dragged from the art gallery perfection
that tempted her into those cutthroat corridors.
Squatting in a scabbing iron doorway,
her fatigued eyes stutter closed
as she droops to muddy rest.
Cold Venus swallows her prey.
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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SONG: "When I See You" by Fantasia
LYRICS:
I put your picture on my mirror
Start to blush when somebody says your name
In my stomach there's a pain
See you walk in my direction
I go the other way
I start to stutter when I speak
Try to stand but my knees go weak
What's happening to me?
In the dark, can you tell me what it means?
I lay my head on my pillow
Staring out the window
Wish on a star for a sign
Is the reason why
You're always on my mind
When you come around, I get shy
When I see you, when I see you
Never know when you might walk by
So I gotta be right on time
When I see you, when I see you
I scribble X's and O's in my notebook
Checking how my hair and nails look
I feel myself in the zone
I get nervous when you call
So I say I'm not home
I see your face
When I hear my favorite song
Should I send a email at home
You're the number one topic on the phone
I wonder if you know or do you have a clue?
I lay my head on my pillow
You got me staring out the window
Wish on a star for a sign
What's the reason why
You're always on my mind
When you come around, I get shy
When I see you, when I see you
Never know when you might walk by
So I gotta be right on time
When I see you, when I see you
Something now is taking over me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm not gonna run now
Just gonna stand here and see
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah
You're always on my mind
When you come around, I get shy
When I see you, when I see you
Never know when you might walk by
So I gotta be right on time
When I see you, when I see you
You're always on my mind
When you come around, I get shy
When I see you, when I see you
Never know when you might walk by
So I gotta be right on time
When I see you, when I see you
SONG: "When I See You" by Fantasia
LYRICS:
I put your picture on my mirror
Start to blush when somebody says your name
In my stomach there's a pain
See you walk in my direction
I go the other way
I start to stutter when I speak
Try to stand but my knees go weak
What's happening to me?
In the dark, can you tell me what it means?
I lay my head on my pillow
Staring out the window
Wish on a star for a sign
Is the reason why
You're always on my mind
When you come around, I get shy
When I see you, when I see you
Never know when you might walk by
So I gotta be right on time
When I see you, when I see you
I scribble X's and O's in my notebook
Checking how my hair and nails look
I feel myself in the zone
I get nervous when you call
So I say I'm not home
I see your face
When I hear my favorite song
Should I send a email at home
You're the number one topic on the phone
I wonder if you know or do you have a clue?
I lay my head on my pillow
You got me staring out the window
Wish on a star for a sign
What's the reason why
You're always on my mind
When you come around, I get shy
When I see you, when I see you
Never know when you might walk by
So I gotta be right on time
When I see you, when I see you
Something now is taking over me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm not gonna run now
Just gonna stand here and see
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah
You're always on my mind
When you come around, I get shy
When I see you, when I see you
Never know when you might walk by
So I gotta be right on time
When I see you, when I see you
You're always on my mind
When you come around, I get shy
When I see you, when I see you
Never know when you might walk by
So I gotta be right on time
When I see you, when I see you
Long exposure fun on a windy day.
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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.
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.
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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!
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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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
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.
🌲 Beneath the pines, where the lake mirrors the sky like polished glass and even the heron pauses to admire its own reflection, I choose my armor with exquisite care — not for battle, but for the slow, delicious surrender of a man who cannot help himself when I walk toward him. Tonight, it is the Desiree Mini Dress and Radija Boots by WellMade… a pairing that does not ask for attention, but commands it.
💗 The Desiree Mini is sculpted temptation — a slip of silk-kissed satin that clings as though it remembers every curve it touches. Its silhouette is clean yet dangerously soft, the kind that follows the body rather than restrains it. Thin straps trace the shoulders like whispered promises, while the ruched side draw gathers the hem into a teasing asymmetry, lifting just enough to make his pulse stutter. The back is its most treacherous secret: a laced web that bares the spine in a way both elegant and primal, recalling the gowns worn by nightclub sirens of the late 1960s — women who understood that mystery, not exposure, is what keeps a man leaning forward.
👢 Anchoring this fragility are the Radija Boots — thigh-high declarations of power. Their towering platforms and razor heels transform every step into ceremony. Satin-smooth panels sheath the legs like a second skin, while delicate metal accents and lace details along the rear seam add a flash of ornament that catches the light as I move. They are not merely footwear; they are posture, dominance, inevitability. In them, I am taller, slower, impossible to ignore.
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• Desiree Mini Dress: 22 sumptuous colors ranging from soft blush and wine to midnight noir
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💫 Looking beautiful is not vanity — it is communication. When I appear in something like this, I am telling him without words that I chose to become irresistible for him alone. Men respond to that intention with a hunger that is almost reverent. His eyes darken, his voice lowers, his hands hover just a fraction too close… because desire, once awakened, is difficult to conceal.
👑 This style descends from a lineage of legendary temptresses — the satin minis of Brigitte Bardot’s Riviera summers, the body-skimming silhouettes favored by Diana Ross on stage, the unapologetic glamour of Studio 54 muses who danced until dawn beneath mirrored ceilings. These dresses were never meant to be practical; they were meant to be remembered.
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✨ As I smooth the satin over my hips and step into those impossibly high heels, I realize the truth every siren has always known: seduction begins long before the first touch. It begins with the way a woman decides to be seen.
“Dress shabbily and they remember the dress; dress impeccably and they remember the woman.” — Coco Chanel
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"
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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.
We went so I could hopefully get some photos of Sanderlings and I did but not with my iPhone. We are used to this beach and knew the tide would be out which of course it was….the distant thin blue line on the horizon confirmed that lol…it appeared to be half a mile away so I asked Jonathan to stay back with the dogs whilst I walked to the water which started to slowly roll in. I was absolutely fascinated by the steady movement of the water that didn’t have waves as such but rolled inexorably in. I got my knee wet first then both feet ( leather walking shoes ) but found it fascinating. I found later my favourite iPhone clips kept stuttering and not sure why but this short one gives a feeling of of the mesmerising nature of the sea slowly and sort of gently with no waves as such but little wavelets - that probably isn’t even a real word. Used a Nikon to get some photos of the Sanderlings without the greatest success but it was a wonderful day nonetheless..Sue :)
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
Black hole sun, won't you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun, won't you come?
Won't you come?
Black hole sun, won't you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun, won't you come?
Won't you come?
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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
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
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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".... !!!
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:
My Friend With A Stuttering Problem Was Just Sent To Prison.
I Fear He May Not Finish His Sentence.
Arr arr...ahem
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.
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.)
"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
38/365 -Around the house - Day 38
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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.
Repeat after me: Ho, ho, ho!
Since when do you have a stutter, Sven? Holdup isn't that difficult a word.
No, no, this is a festive laughter!
Yeah, the kind of laughter after they gave you all their stuff.
You're getting it all wrong, Olaf. You are supposed to give them...
A good bashing. I can do that!
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That new religion isn't catching on with Olaf.
Pagan Project Day 3797
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."
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
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.
I felt a sweet sensation, when I first met you. Oh beauteous sunflower, why do you have to tease me so much like this? ; )
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.
I've been seeing these tracks out in our woods since there has been snow on the ground. Too big for a cat & too small for a coyote; thinking maybe a dog...or a Red Fox; but the tracks didn't come up to the house like a curious dog. ....And there I saw it around the beaver dam; looking for rodents. It then started moving and headed across the path in front of me, from the frozen creek. I hurried my focus in the general area (should of had a digital lens this time 😏); but rapid stuttered through it crossing the path. Put all the images together in a sequence. I'll be ready next time. 😉
* Canon EOS M50 camera
* Super-Takumar 55mm f/1.8 (Asahi) lens
* Fotasy M42-EOSM lens adapter
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...