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I think this woodpecker may have been hunting for caterpillars in this large oak tree. - it has something green in its beak. It's impressive to see how it can hang upside down! I was very pleased to catch a clear photograph.
feeling pink. feeling cute. lmaoo.
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.random.Matter. - Neon Signs - Pervert KR [Blue]
But when you get behind the camera you can be involved without being on centre stage. I learned quickly that I could participate in the things I loved while taking pictures. Photography was my way of fitting in :-)
David Young
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rose, little theater rose garden, raleigh, north carolina
I think this is an immature black-chinned hummingbird taking in some of the goodness from an ocotillo flower. Ocotillos are interesting plants. For a lot of the year they look like dead bundles of spiny sticks. This ocotillo was probably 10-15 feet (3-4m) tall, but they can grow up to 30 feet (10m) tall according to Wikipedia. After a rain the ocotillo leaf out with lush green foliage for a short while before they return to their leafless dead-looking state. In the springtime, they sport these lovely red flowers that attract the likes of this hummingbird. Note all the pollen on the bird's face.
Some people think Wood Storks are ugly. They resent how they move into the rookery and usurp the tree islands, crowding out the Great Blues and Anhinga who had settled in prior to this pushy intrusion. And that noisy sex that goes on all the time, that clashing of bills drawing attention to what, I should think we would all agree, be done in private, or at least in the darkness of night. Well, I for one am deeply offended. Yet, when I look at this bird, I can’t help but seeing its inner beauty. Yes, I’m a closet Wood Stork lover. There should be help for folk like me, but to hell I say, I’m coming out of the closet and will embrace my affliction without shame! (And, let me just add, this is no laughing matter.) (Mycteria americana) (Sony a9M3, 200-600 lens @ 394mm, 1/3200 second, f/6.3, ISO 640)
I think the mothers milk might have a drop to much wine in it:-) The one on the left=Half a bottle. The one on the right=Full bottle and the little one at the back found the vat.......... The Seals are born on a Royal Air Force training ground used for bombing practice so you would think sleep would be hard to come by.
Well for one young seal this seems not to be the case.
Donna nook is located on the low lying coast of North Lincolnshire.
Since it's January, how about a picture that might make us 'think summer' at least a little bit? Butterfly at Wake County's Historic Yates Mill Pond Park in North Carolina.
It's difficult to describe. People talk of controlling, but it's not true. You can't control the swirl of reality. If you're very lucky, from time to time, you do something that is good :-)
Saul Leiter
Peace Now!
star magnolia, sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
Swann Memorial Fountain, Logan Square, Philadelphia
Sculptor: Alexander Stirling Calder
The fountain is dedicated to Dr. Wilson Cary Swann, founder of the Philadelphia Fountain Society which provided fountains for the use of people and animals.
The sculpture represents three main waterways of Philadelphia: the Delaware River, the Schuylkill River and the Wissahickon Creek
I think it's time for another bird, an oldie showing mistakes I made early and often. It was 11 years ago, and I was just "getting a feel for the SX20, Canon's second Powershot iteration, and 'birding'." And, I was doing fairly well, but when I look back I had a tendency to center my subjects and not leave enough space for a better composition. Oh, I didn't do it all the time, but enough so that today it bothers me that I can't improve on an image like this one. (Just like I used to tell my barber when I had hair ... and a barber ... leave a little on the upper left.)
In this case, I was lucky. I went back to that very spot in 2018, the Old Borges Ranch fam ily home, and sure enough, this tree branch was still a favorite with Juncos and Golden-crowned sparrows. (Mourning Doves, woodpeckers, and raptors stayed clear. Too bad. I'd love to have gotten more of all three.)
Anyway, the head is darker and the chestnut color a bit deeper, but you could swear it was the same bird. And, I left enough room to crop if necessary. Still, after 2015, I started leaving suffcient space in the direction that my subject was looking, and my mistakes are fewer. Fortunately, I did not get into the habit of shooting everything close when in 2014, I bought the SX50 with a tremendous range.
{The dark-eyed junco (Junco hyemalis) is a species of junco, a group of small, grayish New World sparrows. This bird is common across much of temperate North America and in summer ranges far into the Arctic. It is a very variable species, much like the related fox sparrow, and its systematics are still not completely untangled. I don't care what they call it today, it will always be an Oregon Junco, the first bird along with the Black Phoebe, that got be hooked on photographing birds even before I had the focal length.}
Think Pink
Perhaps a bitter pill to swallow. Grand daughter Livia is allergic to the dog, so anytime she is over she needs help with that. When got them out I said...."wait a sec" and got the camera.
-i think my flickr has died in some sense
haha
but thats ok
i still love photography and i still love posting :D
so bam
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i cant wait to get my camera
ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
have a lovely saturday all
Don't forget, not sure what you shouldn't forget, but it looks like she forgot. Either way this is a great place to come and remember all the things you don't want to forget, or a great place to forget all the things you want to forget.
Kaithleen's Denim Silk Tape Top @ Fetish Fair
Kaithleen's Laced Shorts @ Fameshed
Both items are fitted mesh for Maitreya, Belleza Freya Venus Isis,Slink HG Psysique
and Ebody Curvy full version.
GET the LOOK is a benefit when purchasing fatpack!
The fatpack includes a style card of the model on the vendor picture!
Taken at Mystical Fae Forest
Blog:
bewitcheddifference.blogspot.com/2018/08/think.html?zx=48...
Love Be x
Freeport McMoRan's Breast Cancer Awareness GP38-2, along with four other GP38-2s, guides a short train of Arizona & Eastern Interchange traffic into Clifton, Arizona after a steep descent from the mine in Morenci.
Browsing through my pictures I suddenly see this landscape, and think it could be a norwegian fjord, until I see the pines. No it is Canada, but you may call it a Norwegian bias!
From 11 june till the 25th of July 2015, I traveled in Canada. Starting in Brighton Ontario, where my sister lives at the border of an amazing part of lake Ontario, I flew to Vancouver, and Vancouver island where I took the boat at Port Hardy to take part 1 of the Inside passage, to Prince Rupert in BC. Two days later I took part 2 to Skagway in Alaska. When coming from Skagway Alaska, you can take the train to Carcross. it is a very scenic train ride that halts at Bennet lake.
And then to Whitehorse and further on by car to Kluane National park in the Yukon district. Whitehorse is situated at the border of the Yukon. Frow there I flew back to Vancouver, rented a car, and traveled three weeks in the BC- and Alberta Rockies, visiting the famous, and less famous Nature parks like Banff and Jasper. Last few days back to Brighton Ontario to enjoy lake Ontario once more, before going home. A picture of my itinerary can be found on Facebook (www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10152940536581759&set...).
4000 pictures later, it is quite a task to show the right stuff, although the stunning scenery guarantees at least a few great shots to share. Objective will be to make a book (for myself mainly), and that might take a while.
I hope you will enjoy the impression of my travel, one that equals earlier journeys to Alaska and south America, this journey was the first in the digital era, and equally intensive because of all the hiking activities every day on and on. I loved every minute of it.
I think both Dom and I saw this composition roughly at the same time. We had stopped at this section of the falls in Ulafossen and had tried different compositions. Looking back on my photos from here most didn’t work but I’m sure if there was a teacher grading me I’d get an A for effort at least. The only problem with this composition was it meant placing our tripods, one at a time, on a very slippy rock that sat out in the rapids. There was plenty of space to stand behind our tripods but that would, in all likelihood, lead to a one way ticket over the 10 meter fall that was not too far behind where we were. So I pushed my tripod and camera out as far as I dared and still was able to access the dials and see the screen. My hands constantly hovered over the camera as I was scared that it might start slipping away to a watery grave a couple of miles downstream. As long as I could get that foreground rock in the bottom left hand corner with the falls in the top right I was happy. I rattled off a number of shots with the hope that some would have half interesting patterns in the water with this being the best of the bunch. I particularly like the little triangular water splash in front of the main falls with that being the main selling point to choose this photo.
We carried on up the falls, though I - at the time - was working my way up a little faster than Dom. He had gone all Bear Grylls on me and was eating all the berries he could get his hands on, leaving nothing for the wildlife - both four and two legged - that might come after us. By the time we got to the top and turned in the direction of our cabin where we planned to grab some lunch and then head deeper into Rondane with the car I turned to Dom and said “I think I’ve gone and done something with my knee”....
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
I see street photography as a privilege. The right to photograph anyone and anything in and from a public place for the purpose of art and documentary is not universal around the world. Rights can be taken away at any time, especially when abused.
I shoot courteously and always respect my subjects right to refuse to be photographed. I have always deleted shots when asked to do so.
On Thursday in Glasgow I was harassed by another street photographer. I don't have to justify why I turned my back to them as they tried to photograph me and I am not a hypocrite for doing so despite their protestations that I 'had a nerve'.
However, if someone indicates or tells you that they do not want to be photographed, if you continue to photograph them over and over again what you are doing can be classified as harassment, a criminal matter. Don't be a jerk and don't bully people.
I reacted out of a place of trauma and I am not proud of that but, as you all know, harassment formed a major part of causing my trauma in the first place. The point is that we, as street photographers, have a responsibility to treat people respectfully. This is deeply important if we want our 'rights' to continue in a world becoming increasingly wary of photographers and 'surveillance'.
This is why I take one shot and move on.
You don't follow people, chase them, take multiple shots or feel affronted if they refuse to be photographed.
Take care my Flickr friends. Take photos. Be kind to one another and I wish you a wonderful week in this crazy world.