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A veces es preciso tender puentes, aunque sea en pendiente, entre una orilla de cañas, hierba, tierra suelta y un superficie de tablillas flotantes. Cierto, no es muy firme…pero es ¡muchísimo mejor que nada.!
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A rather poignant view of a tree among the moss covered remains of its neighbours. Taken in Barnes's Grove, Buckinghamshire.
I tend to put in many miles a day when out and about. Subsequently I'm often at a beautiful place when the sun is in an undesired position, like here. The Sun is the boss, as we know. But I click away anyway.....
I try my best in pp to bring back the essence and beauty I remember, not overblown with details lost in the shadows. A good challenge. I thought this special moment and scene was worth a share.
Thanks for taking a look! Always appreciated.
A photo for today's Macro Mondays' theme "Single use", an Old Mout cider bottle top (highly recommend the kiwi & lime and pineapple & raspberry flavours; yum!).
When I decided to photograph this cap, I imagined a high-key, minimalist feel, but it seemed to fit a more grungy low-key-white feel.
I wonder if anyone photographs this type of shot in the same disorganized manner as I tend to do, with the set-up evolving in the most disorganized and amusing manner, and a huge mess of random 'props' to put away at the end of the shoot! This shot ended up involving a small piece of kitchen roll rolled up behind the bottle cap to balance it inside the white plastic toothbrush holder, which was precariously balanced on top of a random jar, lit by a head torch fastened to a tall bottle of olive oil, and I 'stabilized' my camera on a tin of biscuits!
Our thoughts create our reality -- where we put our focus is the direction we tend to go. Peter McWilliams
Have a superb weekend, friends
Spotted this along a road I travel often - it was new and looks like the farmer who owned the land recently finished restoring it. A gorgeous truck, probably 100 years old or close to it.
Happy Truck Thursday!
I tend to nag at myself irl, just as much as I do about my SL avatar. Constantly tweaking my shape, skin, size, never really happy or content with what I’ve done... but I’m very happy with my look in SL these days. I don’t know where I draw inspiration from, it’s just a feeling, that “this is what it’s supposed to be” and I just go with it. I suppose I entered the polar opposite realm from where I was a few years ago with my static “Alex” LOGO head, and now I’ve been on a journey since then to find my new “me”.
A semi-aquatic mammal native to south and southeast Asia. These otters have sensitive and dexterous front paws which help them locate their prey when they dig around in the mud. Their diet consist primary of crabs, molluscs, frogs and crustaceans. They tend to live in pairs and can form family groups of up to 2 individuals and are the smallest species of otter in the word. Unfortunately they are listed on the IUCN Red List due to habitat loss, pollution and hunting.
One of several decaying buildings from the Indian Shaker Church and Gulick Homestead, a 19th century ensemble of historic buildings located in The Dalles, Oregon.
In the background is The Dalles Bridge. It opened in 1953 and is already going through a bridge deck replacement project meant to make the bridge safer and smoother for travelers.
The Gulick Homestead has been around since the 1890's and, though it was added to the NRHP in 1978, there hasn't been a single repair project to my knowledge. Someone correct me if I'm wrong, please. Thank you!
Le cincle plongeur trouve sa nourriture essentiellement dans l'eau. Il n'a pas les doigts palmés mais il nage très bien.
Il reste debout sur un rocher ou une branche à mi-rivière, en se balançant souvent de haut en bas avec la queue dressée. Quand il repère une proie, il glisse sous la surface de l'eau, et marche littéralement dans l'eau, ou même vole sous l'eau avec les ailes entrouvertes. Son plumage doux et dense lui offre une bonne isolation dans l'eau où il trouve des larves et des petits poissons. Après le plongeon, il peut flotter vers le bas de la rivière sur une courte distance, avec les ailes partiellement ouvertes, avant d'émerger.
Afin de glisser sous la surface, il se tend vers le bas, avec la tête bien baissée et le corps oblique, et une fois dans l'eau, il agrippe le fond avec ses doigts puissants et bouge librement.
Il marche et court aussi sur le sol, sur les rives des cours d'eau, pour chercher des insectes terrestres. Pendant la parade nuptiale, le mâle vole haut au-dessus de son territoire. Le mâle court aussi, et expose sa poitrine blanche devant la femelle. Le couple reste soudé pour un an.
Le cincle plongeur est habituellement vu seul ou en couples, mais plusieurs oiseaux peuvent dormir ensemble la nuit en hiver dans un endroit abrité, sous un pont bien souvent.
People often seek long-lasting and extraordinary pleasures — like unique trips or rare experiences. But in doing so, they tend to overlook the simple joys, like watching a sunset or sipping a quiet cup of tea. And yet, it’s in those small moments — the ones we never even considered — that true peace is often found.
Here is an adult bald eagle, the female I believe, tending to her hatch in her nest near us. I have probably said this many times. If, as a Boy Scout in the 1960s and having never seen a bald eagle, someone told me that I would have a nesting pair within a few miles of my house as an older man, I would have thought you crazy. Thank-you to all of the conservationists, not the least of which thank-you, John Dingell, one of the architects of the Endangered Species Act.
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A covered bridge is a timber-truss bridge with a roof, decking, and siding, which in most covered bridges create an almost complete enclosure. The purpose of the covering is to protect the wooden structural members from the weather. Uncovered wooden bridges typically have a lifespan of only 20 years because of the effects of rain and sun, but a covered bridge can last over 100 years. In the United States, only about 1 in 10 survived the 20th century. The relatively small number of surviving bridges is due to deliberate replacement, neglect, and the high cost of restoration.
Surviving covered bridges often attract touristic attention due to their rarity, quaint appearance, and bucolic settings. Many are considered historic and have been the subject of historic preservation campaigns.
Typically, covered bridges are structures with longitudinal timber-trusses which form the bridge's backbone. Some were built as railway bridges, using very heavy timbers and doubled up lattice work.
In Canada and the U.S., numerous timber covered bridges were built in the late 1700s to the late 1800s, reminiscent of earlier designs in Germany and Switzerland. They tend to be in isolated places, making them vulnerable to vandalism and arson.
tended to my "mini garden" with the help of Prudence. She enjoys any activity that doesn't involve interacting with others...
”Mi casa era un barco velero
cada vez que madre hacia la colada,
con velas de sabanas blancas
tendidas a los vientos de estas montañas.
Un barco de piedra en el valle,
anclado hace siglos a orillas del Ara,
frente a la isla de La Velilla
y entre las costas de Fiscal y Boltaña.
Quien me iba a decir a mí
que soñaba con el mar,
que en un maldito pantano, ayayay
mi casa iba a naufragar.
A Jánovas digo adiós,
a La Velilla y Lacort;
adiós, barquitos hundidos, adiós;
mi pobre país, adiós.
Y aunque han pasado muchos años
no podré olvidar nunca aquella mañana
en que descubrí que no sólo en los cuentos
siguen existiendo piratas.
Cuando al abordaje tomaron
el pueblo y tuvimos que marchar de casa,
y al ver las lagrimas de madre
a pique se me fue de golpe la infancia.
Quien me iba a decir a mi
que soñaba con el mar,
que en un maldito pantano, ayayay
mi casa iba a naufragar.
A Jánovas digo adiós,
a La Velilla y Lacort;
adiós, barquitos hundidos, adiós;
mi pobre país, adiós.
Fuegos fatuos entre las ruinas,
restos de naufragio en una triste playa:
aún hay noches en que navega
por mis pesadillas un buque fantasma.
Y siempre que surca mi alcoba
despierto empapado de sudor y rabia,
pues sé que ha venido a anunciarme
que en mi pueblo muerto ha caído otra casa.
Quien me iba a decir a mi
que soñaba con el mar,
que en un maldito pantano, ayayay
mi casa iba a naufragar
A Jánovas digo adiós,
a La Velilla y Lacort
adiós, barquitos hundidos, adiós;
mi pobre país, adiós...”
This Common Goldeneye drake is working the feathers on his belly while floating in the water. It was an amusing sight to watch him do this. I love the huge orange webbed foot in the air!
Taken 7 April 2023 at Homer, Alaska.
Also known as a Sand Martin, this is a very rare visitor to our Southern state though more common in North India where they winter after migrating from the Pale Arctic region. They have a wide spread across much of Europe, Asia and even North America.
The birds are pretty small - maybe 12-14 cms and have a slow erratic flight path. They tend to catch the insects in flight making them pretty hard to shoot in flight. Two birds came to a city lake, I was lucky to have spotted them close. I sat on the ground trying to shoot some birds and this one came close by giving this wonderful opportunity. The birds are solo fliers unlike other swallows like the Barn Swallow or Streak Throated Swallow which fly in small groups. The Bank swallow joined others species, but it was flying alone with no other members of its species around.
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Quante gocce di rugiada intorno a me,
cerco il sole ma non c'è…
Dorme ancora la campagna, forse no,
è sveglia, mi guarda, non so.
Già l'odore della terra odor di grano,
sale adagio verso me.
e la vita nel mio petto batte piano,
respira la nebbia, penso a te.
Quanto verde tutto intorno a ancor piú in là,
sembra quasi un mera l'erba,
e leggero il mio pensiero vola e va
ho quasi paura che si perda…
Un cavallo tende il collo verso il prato
resta fermo como me:
faccio un passo, lui mi vede, è già
fuggito…
Respiro la nebbia, penso a te.
No, cosa sono adesso non lo so
sono como, un uomo in cerca di se stesso
no, cosa sono adesso non lo so
sono solo, solo il suono del mio passo…
Ma intanto il sole tra la nebbia filtra già:
il giorno come sempre sarà.
Aria tersa d'un settembre che pare senza fine
aria già fredda
acqua già fredda…
intorno irrepetibili colori e silenzi
e foglie cadute e cadute
e nubi bige a rimpiettino
e il mio rabbrividire...
ia giacca stretta al petto...
un sapore di uva...
e dita attaccatticca...
e il giorno
come vai bello
come sempre possente:
Come sempre....
"Impressioni di settembre" - PFM
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