***The Wildlife Photography
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As seen on a walk. Walk the dog, keep an eye on the road and using the phone. A lot going on. I liked the cyclist too!
Pentax K3iii & 20-40mmWR
Where it all started, or where you can find out how it started.
There are stories that should not be forgotten... Well, perhaps we should never forget. From memories, from the past and from our history we learn. Today I begin to record the result of my investigations. A task that has taken me a year, a long year of wandering between the shelves of the Carnelian Archive, where all the Fairlands chronicles are kept. The dust, the smell of leather, paper and history have been my faithful companions in this search, which is now over. It was something personal, yes. It has already been lost in time and in the silence of my relatives over the years, but I needed to know the truth. And the truth, like a polished diamond with countless faces, is not as simple as they imagined. There is no good or bad, but a mixture of the two whose balance maintains the Universe. Anyway, this is not the time to ramble. I think I should pick up the scattered fragments, hinted at in these flickr posts, and tell the whole story, though maybe not the whole truth, who knows....
Almost every stretch of the coast path brings up a view like this showing what still needs to be accomplished on the day's walking. It's both inspiring and sobering at the same time!
This swan, by the River Test at Mottisfont, treated me to a view of a full 6 minute preening session.
I hardly ever use the burst function on my camera as it mostly results in a boring trawl through not very much. But the swan's resolve quickly dissolved my reluctance, so here is a small selection from my one hundred and five shots.
I understand that preening is usually a social activity but this swan always seems to be alone in the grounds of Mottisfont Abbey, so likely has lost its mate.
posting for Sliders Sunday
my gratitude for all your visits
Happy new week to come!
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After Europes largest land animal, let's get back into my garden to the other extreme, the Goldcrest, which is one of Europes smallest birds.
I found this little guy almost accidentally when I saw an unusual movement in a conifer, where he was looking for insects. Due to his behavior of feeding from the underside of the conifers, I had a tough task getting to a half decent shot in the short timeframe he was around. Eventually I got this one, showing him in his natural habitat, framed by the conifer branches.
Thanks for watching and have a great day.
A female giant green turtle returns to sea, after she has laid her eggs on the beach of Itsamia, Mwali, Comoros
This is one of the most brutal sections of the SWCP with numerous climbs and descents. Hardened walkers will continue to Bude from here (15miles/ 23km) but I managed to find abus that halved this and I was glad I did because it allowed me to take my time and enjoy the scenery
Ready for the next cheerleading practice on Tuesday :)
I had to complete the following task: We are supposed to show up at the next cheerleading practice in Halloween costumes.
Personally, I don't like violence, skulls, dead eyes, and blood.
I wanted a “friendly” costume.
I think I succeeded, although... I do look a little dangerous, don't I? haha*
You can find the outfit at Addams.
Here's the LM:
From Wikipedia, "Leake Street (also known as the Banksy Tunnel) is a road tunnel in Lambeth, London where graffiti is tolerated regardless of the fact that it is against the law. The street is about 300 metres long, runs off York Road and under the platforms and tracks of Waterloo station.
The walls are decorated with graffiti, initially created during the Cans Festival organised by Banksy on 3–5 May 2008. The festival ran again on the August Bank Holiday weekend 2008.
While the Eurostar terminal was at Waterloo, the road was open for through vehicular traffic. On 14 November 2008 ownership of the road passed from Eurostar to Network Rail and through traffic was restricted to pedestrians.
Prior to the 1920s the street was known as York Street."
Trying to do my row for the day at the same time as my shot for the day. I've worked four long days in a row so that I could have off tomorrow. I have no special plans for tomorrow and, thus, so special need to have the day off, but having a day off sounded good back when we did our late shift schedule last month. I will sleep in a bit and see where the day takes me. I plan to walk in the Women's March on Saturday so I need to come up with a poster.
19/365
If it's not responding, end it.
My entry to the final round of Bio-Cup 2022.
Based on the task manager's "end task" / "close program" function
Huge thanks to everyone who provided me with feedback - not just for this particular build, but throughout the contest in general. It was fun!
“Our task must be to free ourselves...by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty.”
Albert Einstein
Along with the sorrow of digging a grave for our dear friend, Buddy the dog; my brother Kirk slammed his hand with his sledge hammer.
The ground in this desert is so hard, you require a hammer and chisel to dig into it.
45 video cameras. 90 interviews. 15 hours to turn it into something watchable.
This is why I'm fat and tired.
Si ya sabes lo que tienes que hacer y no lo haces entonces estás peor que antes.
- Confucio
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Last look at the old steam plant.
The broken broom is so ironic/cliched/metaphoric that I assume another photographer put it there … perhaps even took the head off first.
(Extra credit would have gone to him or her for writing “Hercules” on the broom handle … the fifth of 12 epic labors of the greatest hero of Greek mythology was cleaning — in one day! — the Augean stables, which housed a thousand cattle and hadn’t been mucked out in, like, 30 years.)