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I get poison ivy so bad I've been hospitalized so for the first 25 years of my life I didn't venture into the woods very often and I think that is the impetuous of my love affair with nature now during the second half of my life after moving to Washington from Missouri.
I enjoy little scenes like this immensely, indeed, this was early in the hike and still I stood here, smelled the chilled air, listened to the rush of water, the grinding of stones being carried downstream. I think if everyone took the time to do this the world would be a happier place. So open your window, turn on a tap and blow this up. You're welcome. :)
Shattering the surface for dinner. It took two minutes of tenderizing, but finally... down the hatch! Sushi at sunset!
From my Yak!
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Surfacing is the fourth studio album by Canadian singer-songwriter Sarah McLachlan, released on 15 July 1997. It was produced by McLachlan's frequent collaborator, Pierre Marchand, and its release coincided with the start of McLachlan's Lilith Fair tour. The album reached the top position on the Canadian RPM 100 Albums chart, number two on the US Billboard 200 and became her first album to reach the top 50 outside of North America.
On 23 October 2001, "Building a Mystery" became the first song ever publicly played on an Apple iPod. Apple founder, chairman and CEO Steve Jobs selected and played a short portion of the song during the presentation in which he first introduced the iPod to the public at Apple Campus in Cupertino, California.
I love Sarah’s voice and her music, I was hoping to see her performing live in their last tour celebrating the 30th anniversary of her album Fumbling Towards Ecstasy, one of my all time favorite albums, but I couldn’t,
Happy anniversary, Sarah McLachlan!!
The song: youtu.be/_QUq72fla3o?si=WH95ID43qpBYMddf
Photographed on the coast of the Gulf of Finland in the Kallahti nature reserve, Helsinki in mid-March. A warm week (+5 °C) with rains melted the snow from the sea ice and accumulated water in puddles. The freezing weather that followed this made the ice surface really smooth, bringing out the features of the ice flowers well (A7R4078-1e).
Sony ILCE-7RM3A + E28-200mm F2.8-5.6 A071
1/20 sec at f/13, ISO 100, 28 mm
The smooth reflective surface of the Maroondah reservoir was broken a short time later with some light rain. But this was a beautiful view with the deep clouds and mist. Victoria
Robin - Erithacus rubecula
Wash and Brush up!
Double Double click!
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The European robin (Erithacus rubecula), known simply as the robin or robin redbreast in the British Isles, is a small insectivorous passerine bird, specifically a chat, that was formerly classified as a member of the thrush family (Turdidae) but is now considered to be an Old World flycatcher.
The robin occurs in Eurasia east to Western Siberia, south to Algeria and on the Atlantic islands as far west as the Azores and Madeira. It is a vagrant in Iceland. In the south-east, it reaches the Caucasus range. Irish and British robins are largely resident but a small minority, usually female, migrate to southern Europe during winter, a few as far as Spain. Scandinavian and Russian robins migrate to Britain and western Europe to escape the harsher winters. These migrants can be recognised by the greyer tone of the upper parts of their bodies and duller orange breast. The European robin prefers spruce woods in northern Europe, contrasting with its preference for parks and gardens in Ireland and Britain.
Attempts to introduce the European robin into Australia and New Zealand in the latter part of the 19th century were unsuccessful. Birds were released around Melbourne, Auckland, Christchurch, Wellington and Dunedin by various local acclimatisation societies, with none becoming established. There was a similar outcome in North America as birds failed to establish after being released in Long Island, New York in 1852, Oregon in 1889–1892, and the Saanich Peninsula in British Columbia in 1908–1910.
The robin is diurnal, although has been reported to be active hunting insects on moonlit nights or near artificial light at night. Well known to British and Irish gardeners, it is relatively unafraid of people and drawn to human activities involving the digging of soil, in order to look out for earthworms and other food freshly turned up. Indeed, the robin is considered to be a gardener's friend and for various folklore reasons the robin would never be harmed. In continental Europe on the other hand, robins were hunted and killed as with most other small birds, and are more wary.
Robins also approach large wild animals, such as wild boar and other animals which disturb the ground, to look for any food that might be brought to the surface. In autumn and winter, robins will supplement their usual diet of terrestrial invertebrates, such as spiders, worms and insects, with berries and fruit. They will also eat seed mixtures placed on bird-tables.
The robin features prominently in British folklore, and that of northwestern France, but much less so in other parts of Europe. It was held to be a storm-cloud bird and sacred to Thor, the god of thunder, in Norse mythology. Robins feature in the traditional children's tale, Babes in the Wood; the birds cover the dead bodies of the children.
More recently, the robin has become strongly associated with Christmas, taking a starring role on many Christmas cards since the mid 19th century. The robin has appeared on many Christmas postage stamps. An old British folk tale seeks to explain the robin's distinctive breast. Legend has it that when Jesus was dying on the cross, the robin, then simply brown in colour, flew to his side and sang into his ear in order to comfort him in his pain. The blood from his wounds stained the robin's breast, and thereafter all robins got the mark of Christ's blood upon them.
An alternative legend has it that its breast was scorched fetching water for souls in Purgatory.
The association with Christmas more probably arises from the fact that postmen in Victorian Britain wore red jackets and were nicknamed "Robins"; the robin featured on the Christmas card is an emblem of the postman delivering the card.
In the 1960s, in a vote publicised by The Times, the robin was adopted as the unofficial national bird of the UK.
In 2015, the robin was again voted Britain's national bird in a poll organised by birdwatcher David Lindo, taking 34% of the final vote.
A photo taken at Sheep Creek Overlook about 11 miles south of Manila, Utah on State Highway 44. This paved pullout sits nearly 500 feet (152m) above the surface of the Flaming Gorge reservoir which is at an elevation of 6045 feet (1842m). This pullout provides sweeping views of the surrounding area to include the switch-backs on this mountain road.
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Happy Slider Sunday
Just wanted to take a minute to clear something up about my last image. That is not a Cactus garden. I do not know of any true Texan that would plant Cactus. It's almost impossible to get rid of. If you chop it up it starts new plants from the pieces. If we try to run over it with the tractor the thorns punch holes in the tires and it doesn't freeze during the winter.
Looking as if it had breached the forecourt of the Buffalo Naval Museum, the sail of the nuclear powered submarine USS Boston greets visitors preparing to enter the site. More here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffalo_and_Erie_County_Naval_%26_M...
A tranquil river winds its way to the horizon, flanked by woods on the left bank. Sunlight dances on the water's surface, creating a shimmering path that stretches as far as the eye can see.
Taken @ Elven Falls.
Gondola: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Elven%20Falls/127/31/22
The stillness of the water hides a predator’s patience. Only the ridged crown and ancient eyes of the alligator break the surface, a living fossil gliding through ripples that shimmer like brushed steel. The scene is pure tension calm on top, power beneath a reminder that Florida’s wetlands are never truly quiet. Every subtle movement of the water feels deliberate, every reflection a whisper of the creature’s stealth. This is the moment between awareness and action, captured before the strike, before the calm folds back into chaos.
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