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Abducted by the sea by the waves by the light of the lighthouse I contemplate the infinite wrapped in a thick sky and loaded with marine smell
The species Syritta pipiens is within the family of Syrphidae, commonly called hover or flower flies. Syrphidae is one of the largest families within the Diptera order[12] and contains about 6,000 known species widely distributed around the world. They are distinctive flies that are often found on flowers, where the adult males primarily feed on nectar and adult females eat protein-rich pollen to produce eggs
Black-and-white seabird with crisp patterning. Dark brownish-black above with white belly. Head entirely dark in breeding plumage; nonbreeding show white face with curved dark line below eye. Sides usually show some messy dark streaks. Bill is longer and more slender than similar Thick-billed Murre; but can be difficult to judge at a distance. Also note browner plumage and streaky sides on Common Murre. Breeds in colonies on rocky islands and cliffs; spends the rest of the year on the ocean. Usually single or in loose small groups; in the Atlantic, sometimes seen in loose association with Razorbills. (eBird)
Offshore from Tofino, British Columbia, Canada. May 2022.
Eagle-Eye Tours - Ultimate British Columbia.
The Whale Centre - Pelagic Bird Watching Tour.
Thick fog on Dartmoor yesterday afternoon, an ideal opportunity to walk the woods and edge of the moors.
This past weekend was awesome. Friday night at Image lake, Mt.Baker and Saturday night at Mt. St.Helens. Both nights were crystal clear and mornings were fog filled delight!
This was my first time to photograph Helen's and definitely not my last.
Scientific name: Euphonia laniirostris
Common name: Thick-billed Euphonia
Nombre: Calandria piquigruesa, Curruñatá piquigordo, Eufonia piquigruesa, Fruterito de pico grueso.
Lugar de la captura: Amagusa reserve, Mashpi, Pichincha, Ecuador.
Street Art in George Town, Penang, Malaysia
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A thick layer of snow had remained on my skylight window. Now at a sunny day with clear blue sky, it began to melt. HMM
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Lemek Conservancy, Kenya
Thick-knees ( Burhinidae ) are also called Stone Curlews or Dikkops and are large waders/shorebirds ( the order Charadriiformes ).
They all have large eyes and long thickly jointed legs.
The Spotted Thick-knee is often active at night when its loud call can be heard from a distance.
This one was foraging during the day near soem bushes where it could find cover.
Burhinus capensis
Kaapse griel
Oedicnème tachard
Kaptriel
Alcaraván de El Cabo
Occhione maculato
alcaravão-do-cabo
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The fortifications and walls of Dubrovnik are most interesting tourist attraction of this city. They are about 1940 m long, up to 25 m high and 1.5 to 6 m thick. The walls, built from the 9th to the 17th century, additionally strengthen five bastions and towers.
The first walls were probably built at the end of 8th century. The rapid development of city, and especially the appearance of aggressive neighbors, prompted the citizens of Ragusa to build more powerful fortifications. In 867, the city was attacked by Arab troops. Later, many times the walls defended the city against hostile invasions. They were also rebuilt and modernized many times.
Outside the walls are two fortresses (Lovrijenac and Revelin), which were the first line of defense of city.
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Fortyfikacje i mury Dubrownika stanowią najciekawszą atrakcję turystyczną tego miasta. Mają około 1940 m długości, wysokość do 25 m i grubość w granicach 1,5 - 6 m. Mury, budowane od IX do XVII wieku, wzmacnia dodatkowo pięć bastionów oraz wieże.
Pierwsze mury zbudowano prawdopodobnie pod koniec VIII wieku. Szybki rozwój miasta, a zwłaszcza pojawienie się agresywnych sąsiadów skłoniło obywateli Ragusy do wzniesienia potężniejszych umocnień. W 867 roku miasto zostało zaatakowane przez wojska arabskie. Później jeszcze wielokrotnie mury broniły miasto przed wrogimi najazdami. Były również wielokrotnie przebudowywane i modernizowane.
Po za murami są zlokalizowane dwie fortece (Lovrijenac i Revelin), które były pierwszą linią obrony miasta.
Early morning fog envelops the light at Montauk Pt. June 2017
Montauk Light house. Construction on the lighthouse was authorized by the Second United States Congress, under President George Washington it's the 4th oldest lighthouse in USA and the first built in NYC. Was one of the most important lights, guiding many ships form Europe.
Done for Macro Mondays "It's Alive!!"
“ice contains no future , just the past, sealed away. As if they're alive, everything in the world is sealed up inside, clear and distinct. Ice can preserve all kinds of things that way- cleanly, clearly. That's the essence of ice, the role it plays.”
― Haruki Murakami
we have been living in a frozen wonderland the last few days, first lots of wind and snow , then freezing rain; the world entombed in thick ice, also very dark, no real light to photograph, but i walked around the garden until my fingers were so numb with cold i could not press the shutter.
i noticed the rhododendron's leaves were totally encased in ice, tried to break one off to bring it inside to photograph, but it broke in my hand, leaving me with this piece of the ice shell, a perfect imprint of the leaf, see the veins at the bottom right? best in the lightbox, amazing how nature builds abstracts :D there are all kinds of things to be seen in this small piece of ice.
stay warm, happy sliderssunday and HMM!
A Cape thick-knee (Burhinus capensis) in an aviary at the Reid Park Zoo in Tucson, Arizona. This species is predominantly terrestrial and native to Africa.
western sector of the Serengeti, Tanzania
Thick-knees ( Burhinidae ) are also called Stone Curlews or Dikkops and are large waders/shorebirds ( the order Charadriiformes ).
They all have large eyes and long thickly jointed legs.
The Spotted Thick-knee is often active at night when its loud call can be heard from a distance.
This one was resting in the shade together with its partner
Burhinus capensis
Kaapse griel
Oedicnème tachard
Kaptriel
Alcaraván de El Cabo
Occhione maculato
alcaravão-do-cabo
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My photos may not be used on websites, blogs or in any other media without my written and explicit permission.
Eurasian Jay (Garrulus glandarius)
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THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO: MY LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY TO BIRD PHOTOGRAPHY
If you've set yourself the challenge of exclusively shooting the wildlife in your own back yard, you might find - as I did - that bird photography is really, really hard.
It's not that reptiles are easy to photograph either, mind - but at least the ones in my garden stay (for the most part) on the ground, and one can learn how to carefully approach them with a camera. They're also clearly egoists, which from a photographer's point of view is is a great character trait: if a lizard detects a human in its vicinity, it's only interested in saving its own skin, and it won't alarm its buddies.
But birds... oh man. Over the years, my feathered friends and I have developed a lovely routine that now defines our peaceful co-existence. As soon as I as much as open a window (let alone the door), I'm instantly greeted by an eruption of panicky fluttering and hysterical shouts from my garden: "SAVE YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND FLY FOR YOUR LIVES: THE HAIRLESS, PINK MONSTER IS COMING!!! (Yes, I speak bird, and I know that this is exactly what they are shouting 😉).
Needless to say, with the exception of the redstart I already showed here, all my efforts to get the kind of detailed shots I usually strive for with my nature photography ended in complete failure and utter disillusionment. I was ready to give up on stalking the winged misanthropes in my garden altogether, but then winter came - and changed everything.
One day this past January I observed my neighbor Signora P - a kind, elderly Italian lady - putting something on the low garden wall in front of my house. At first I thought she was just putting some treat there for her cat Romeo; the young tom patrols that wall constantly (it's his favorite spot in the garden, and during the warmer months he usually lurks in the thick foliage next to it to prey on lizards).
But once I detected a lot of movement on that wall through my window, I understood she had put a little pile of bread crumbs there; she was feeding the birds who soon arrived in flocks. This was certainly well-intended on my neighbor's part, but her noble action came with a catch, and I'm afraid quite literally.
When I took a stroll through my garden the next day I discovered a suspicious amount of feathers on the ground next to the wall. Romeo had apparently switched from his low-calorie summer diet (lizard) to more energy-rich meals consisting of "fowl" (it was winter after all, so from a nutritionist's point of view this made sense).
I would find fresh traces of Romeo's victims (mostly feathers, but also the odd wing) in my garden over the following days; so my first intuition that my neighbor was feeding her cat hadn't been that far off after all, as Romeo was now clearly being "served" fresh birds on a daily basis. And although the hungry visitors seemed to be aware of the danger and became slightly more prudent, they just couldn't resist the tasty snacks Signora P put on that wall - and neither could Romeo.
It was obvious that I had to act, but talking to my neighbor - who is as stubborn as she is kind - would have been futile, I knew that much. I pondered the matter long and hard - until a light bulb went off in my head. The idea was genius. If successful, what I had in mind would not only increase the birds' chances of surviving Romeo's appetite, but also greatly benefit my own photographic endeavors.
I started to enact my master plan the very next day by buying a giant bag of bird feed (consisting mainly of sunflower seeds) from the store. Then I dragged a huge piece of a tree trunk (approx. 120 cm in height) that we normally chop firewood on in the shed out into the garden and emptied almost half of the bag's content on top of it. Signora P's buffet for birds (and cats) was about to get some serious competition 😊.
My reasoning was as follows: not only would the birds be lured away from the fatally low garden wall to a place where they were safe from the cat - there was nothing around that tree trunk that provided cover for a predator, and the birds had a nice 360° view around it at all times - but I was also able to photograph them while hiding in the shed.
However, in order for my plan to work there was one little extra measure I had to take, and it was one that risked lowering my own life expectancy considerably once the owner of the property - my mom - discovered it. You see, our shed is completely windowless, so if I wanted to use it as a blind, I had no choice but to cut a hole into one of its wooden walls... which I promptly did (I figured all's fair in love - and photography 😉).
Granted, I have absolutely zero carpentering skills, and it showed. That hole was an ugly mess: the shed's wall seemed to have had an encounter with Jack Nicholson's ax-wielding lunatic character from the film 'The Shining'. Needless to say, I was incredibly proud of my work (I mean, come on: there now was a hole where before there wasn't a hole, and it was big enough for the lens of my camera to peek through, so it was mission accomplished as far as I was concerned).
Now all I had to do was wait for the birds to discover the tree trunk. In the meantime I started to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable confrontation with my mom and go through possible explanations for that splintering hole in the wall (it was either gonna be a rabid woodpecker attack or an emergency rescue mission with a feeding tube for a little kid that had accidentally locked himself inside the shed - both seemed valid options, though I slightly preferred the locked-in kid due to the involved drama and heroism 😉).
A whole day went by, and not a single bird visited the sunflower seeds. I had expected that it might take a few hours until the first of the ever curious great tits or blue tits would show up, but given how tiny my garden is, an entire day seemed excessive. Then another day came and went: the birds kept flocking to the bread crumbs on the wall, and my tree trunk kept collecting dust. To add injury to insult, a few fresh feathers on the ground were proof that Romeo was still feasting.
It was incredibly frustrating: I provided my winged guests with a much better view - plus a higher chance of surviving the cuisine - than Signora P's place; I risked (almost) certain death at the hands of my own mother (OK, the act of vandalism on the shed I had committed for my own benefit, but still), yet the birds kept ignoring me.
Then, after three days, just before sunset, I spotted a single blue tit on the tree trunk picking away at the sunflower seeds.
When I got up the next morning I immediately realized that the loud noise that accompanies each and every tit activity had shifted from the wall to the shed. At last the dam had broken: there was a flurry of movement around the tree trunk, and I counted at least 5 different species of birds feasting on the sunflower seeds.
From day 4 onward my plan worked beautifully: the birds now indeed mostly ignored Romeo's "snack wall" and kept to the tree trunk. And yes, I was able to play peeping tom from behind the shed's wall and photograph them!! 😊
Thus, dear readers, I finally managed to produce some acceptable bird photos, and I had even saved my feathered friends from a deadly foe in the process. All through winter and spring I took advantage of my new bird hide, and in late May I started mixing some cherries with the sunflower seeds. The idea was to attract a Eurasian jay (Garrulus glandarius), and as you can see, it worked!
It took me almost three weeks and more than a few tricks to capture that clever fella, but given how long I've been rambling here already, that's a story for another day. As for my mom, she still doesn't know about the hole in the wall, so please don't snitch! 😉.
I hope you like the photo and wish you all a wonderful weekend! Many greetings from Switzerland, and as always: let me know what you think in the comments 🙏 😊 ❤!
P.S. if anyone has their own funny tale about the obstacles we photographers are prepared to overcome for a desired photo, please write it in the comments: I love such stories 😊
KP Treat This 249 - Friday 26 June → 2 July thanks so much to skagitrenee for these lovely source images flic.kr/p/2jbVidp and flic.kr/p/2jbVhhw
A Western Palearctic "lifer" for me - Morocco 2019.
Off birding in Iceland so won't be posting for a while...happy birding!!
Thank you for taking a look at my images.
Early in 1914, moreover, we realized that it would be impossible to free the Saint Anna from the ice; at best, we would drift until the autumn of 1915, more than three years after we had departed Alexandrovsk.* If we stayed on board, starvation would become a real threat by January 1915, if not sooner. In the darkness of the long polar night, a struggle against hunger carries no hope of salvation. During this season, hunting is out of the question, as all animals are in hibernation. The only certainty for those trapped in its realm is that "white death" lies in wait for them.
excerpt from In the Land of White Death by John Krakauer