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This is the scene of slow but age-old struggle: the tenacious tree is probing and poking the rock for cracks and fissures to exploit, while the rock - which probably predates the dinosaurs - holds steadfast and has seen it all before. The tree outgrows its support system and tumbles, to be taken by the sea at the end of this narrow pathway. However, the hardy tree's root-system lives on to sprout a new shoot heading for the light, and the struggle continues.
This is one of the most photographed trees in Coronation Park in Oakville, Ontario Canada. Despite the battering of the waves, this tree hangs in there.
Having access to lakeside parks like this for lunchtime walks makes Oakville one of the most livable communities in Canada.
I am humbled by Alexei Navalny's fortitude.
he fought the good fight
time to rest now
listening to Sting - "Russians"
Some of you have seen this already I think, I vaguely remember posting to FB a month or two ago. Anyhow I've spent many hours with this tree, its one of the places I like to go for quiet time. We go back a long way, this tree and I. She grows impossibly between the clints and grikes, on limestone pavement, reaching eastwards, blown by the wind from the west. I'd tell you where she is, but I don't want to spoil the peace and tranquillity. :-)
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A trait well suited to these times.
An old image taken for the tranquility of the scene and reprocessed this morning as a reminder.of more peaceful days.
American beech leaves still cling to branches after winter snowstorms.
Sharon Woods.
iNaturalist link www.inaturalist.org/observations/262853944
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In spite of the omnipresent power of the elements that engulf the little tree, it clings tenaciously to life on the cliffside in its coat of frost.
I had my eyes opened to the talent and tenacity of wasps when taken to see this abandoned nest.
Here we can see the internal egg chambers, some covered with silk by the larvae when they are preparing to pupate. And the paper layers of the exterior.
All wasp nests are rebuilt from scratch every season. When a queen wasp has found a suitable location to build her nest, she will begin to harvest wood which she mixes with her saliva to create paper.
She will build a small nest that resembles a golf ball, and around 10-20 egg chambers will be made inside.
The queen wasp will then lay eggs in these chambers and tend to them. Once these baby wasps hatch, the queen will no longer leave the nest. It will be these new worker wasp's job to provide food and material to build the wasp nest even larger, and from this point the queen wasp will become an egg production machine.
If memory serves, this was a good 30 to 40 cm in diameter. Seen in south-west Pennsylvania, USA.
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Hanging on through autumn, frost and second big snowfall of winter. Very impressive! (7DWF Wednesday Theme: macro or closeup. 5D Mark III f11 1/25 sec 100mm ISO 100)
Plant in a crack of a rock (probably armeria maritima also sea thrift or sea ping, without the pink flowers), close to the sea coast near Gothenburg, Sweden. Taken on Ilfort FP4Plus.
When I saw this on one of my recent fishing trips, I was reminded once again of the lesson on survival so often provided to us by Nature. Amidst an evergreen forest of fir and spruce, a birch seed, against all odds, found a tiny bit of soil in the crack of this rock in the lake, germinated and grew into a tree. It may only last for a short time but for now it's certainly flourishing and making the most of what its been given.
This view is looking to the west. However, in the other direction is the full expanse of the lake from which this little tree has to endure the full fury of winter's easterly winds and driving sleet and snow.
I thought many Flickr viewers would appreciate these two so I decided to upload them before I leave for a two week absence.
Large is certainly better.
Starling have stated to appear in abundance, the feeders in the garden are taking a real hammering. This one obviously prefers juicier morcels.
clifftop foredune vegetation near boozy gully
canunda national park, limestone coast, in the south east of south australia
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Above Hedley, BC, stands a tree with tenacity on the edge of one of the switchbacks on Nickle Plate Mountain, in the Similkameen Valley of British Columbia's Interior off Highway 3
Taken at Kakabeka Falls in Ontario. Really impressive waterfall. This little spit of rock is right in the middle of the flow. Hard to believe anything could survive there.
Walking in the Circeo National Park. The amazing world under the trees… I’m fascinated by mushrooms and their ability to grow wherever there is shade and humidity, their shapes and colors, their tenacity. I don’t know them, I look at them, I admire them and I try to steal an image to take with me.
These plants are growing on the stone walls of Fort Popham in Phippsburg, Maine. It is interesting to me to consider how the seeds from the various plant species came to be located in what are very small crevices in the wall.
The secret world of the STS
This is the last episode of the current series of STS: Who Dares Shoots, unless Flickr commission another series or they decide to film a celebrity version or a Christmas special. So far, we have seen the recruits cope with barren living conditions, strength sapping yomps to locations on their doorstep, marmite and whiskey initiation ceremonies and shooting conditions to push them to their very limits of tolerance and sanity.
However, they must prove themselves and pass the most hideous task of all... a task so brutal and torturous that most military organisations have outlawed it. To this day only the STS and the SAS (a more humane version than the STS it must be said) employ the skills of the “Umpire”.
It is the Umpire’s sole purpose to utilise tactics that have been outlawed by the Geneva convention since the end of the Second World War. However, at the highest level, they are still permitted solely for training purposes in case the STS are ever called into action behind enemy lines or for domestic crises. Each recruit must recognise these tactics and handle the situation without retaliation. To this day all active Umpires within the STS are not known publicly and only the recruits from each intake have seen their faces. Their word is final and overrules all DT commands such is the responsibility of their role.
Unbeknown to the recruits, the Umpire had been planted within this intake from the very outset – watching, listening, observing! From the very start, subtle tactics were being employed – on day one, up on the glen overlooking Buachaille Etive Mòr the first signs were visible, but not to the uninitiated. Only when the recruits congregated around a feature such as a pond or a rock for foreground interest did the Umpire come into play, strategically placing tripod legs in the way of the recruit’s compositions. Later in the day the recruits travelled the road that winds down the glen to Loch Etive, bypassing the cliché shot that is James Bond and Skyfall - it’s only for the tourists now, although C4 couldn’t resist and bagged a couple of frames.
At the end of the glen is a lone tree framed by a classical glacial-formed u-shaped valley. Few know of this location and even fewer have ventured this far down, but C6 had recced the location in advance... could he be a DT or more importantly the Umpire? Many shots were taken at this location by all the recruits but equally, many were ruined by a tog wandering across their compositions and setting up a tripod mid-shoot. It wasn’t C6!
Maybe, in future uploads some of the recruits will share with us the number of canned images spoilt by the Umpire. I have it on good authority that C4 canned 137! If you find this Dick Dastardly technique of sabotage too unpalatable to cope with, rest assured it’s all in the name of training.
In most locations the recruits coped admirable, jostling for key positions, but keeping their cool about elbows and tripods in confined spaces. All except C7 who tended to wander off on his own at locations. The DTs will have to bring him in for a chat to see if the tactics of the Umpire from day one has psychologically affected the youngest member of the intake.
The climax came at Elgol and a location generally known in togging circles as Joe Cornish’s boulder or JCB... some of the wittier recruits renamed the ‘B’ with an anatomical part, but after all this is a family series so we’ll leave that up to your own imagination.
Such is the choice of locations and compositions in this area that the recruits split up in order to mitigate the effect of the Umpire – could they have worked it out? Where they all on the way to completing and passing the course... the next few hours would tell. C4 and C8 headed straight for JCB and bagged a few early bankers while the others spread themselves out leaving the Umpire to revert back to normal togging. It was only with the setting sun did the recruits congregate at JCB, but the Umpire had anticipated this and had encamped there first. It was a massacre... big tripod legs came out, spread wide and low. No gorilla pods, beanbag or handheld shooting here. The recruits were flummoxed – this was meant to be one of the holy grails of Skye for togs!
C8 had already proved to be nimble out in the wild and opted for the lowest position on the right where most of the other togs, including the Umpire couldn’t get into. The ever so enthusiastic and highly competitive C5 took his chance and encamped on the left - right under the nose of the Umpire... brave man! C2 arrived next but was forced to wait until the slightest of gaps opened... fair play to the recruit, he took his chance and was in like Flynn. Four down... three to go!
C4 arrived next but had to wait, so took the opportunity to polish his equipment as no chance of gate-crashing that spot. Eventually C2 gave way, presumably suffering from cramp, and allowed C4 to grab a few desperate shots as the last sun rays retracted from the JCB. Five down... two to go!
Alas, this is as good as it got. C6 never made it to the JCB, but to his credit opted for other, less shot compositions (that will count well with the DTs in the final selections – originality counts big!) It is not clear if C7 was ever aware of JCB, but true to his unique skills-set went in search of other gems (which will also count well with the DTs).
But readers do not be disheartened with this outcome, the objective of this STS course is to find the very limits of togging endurance, tenacity, team building and comradeship... and to push beyond. The important thing is, not one recruit went VW.
If you have a location, if no one else will go with you and if you can find them, maybe you can join the Tog-Team!
But remember – the first rule of STS is: You do not talk about STS.
And finally, if you’re out shooting and a man wearing a red cap walks into your shot or sets up a tripod too close for comfort, just remember he may be a member of the STS. Just don’t mess with the best!
When I saw this on one of my recent fishing trips, I was reminded once again of the lesson on survival so often provided to us by Nature. Amidst an evergreen forest of fir and spruce, a birch seed, against all odds, found a tiny bit of soil in the crack of this rock in the lake, germinated and grew into a tree. It may only last for a short time but for now it's certainly flourishing and making the most of what its been given.
This view is looking to the southeast. Just around the bend to the left is the full expanse of the lake from which this little tree has to endure the full fury of winter's easterly winds and driving sleet and snow.
I thought many Flickr viewers would appreciate these two so I decided to upload them before I leave for a two week absence.
Larger is certainly better.