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SY no. 1210 coming down off the Wulong Tip at Fuxin with a set of barely visible discharged tipper wagons on 15 November 2012.
Fuxin Mining Administration
Liaoning, China
2020-09-07, Day 3
Snow clouds roll in over a glassy un-named lake that sits at the foot of a talus-decorated cirque down which we must descend, high in the trackless northern Wind River Range, Fitzpatrick Wilderness, Wyoming.
The descent to this lake marked an incontrovertible tipping point for us. If the weather brought snow, as it seemed increasingly likely to do, it would be impossible to climb back the way we had come with the gear we had on our backs. Above where I stand here are one or two narrow or difficult places that required some Class 3 scrambling, and we lacked both metal foot-traction and ice-axes to make it an option both plausible and safe once covered in (more) snow and ice. As we picked our way carefully down through patches of vegetation interspersed with bands of talus, we crossed paths with a weasel racing uphill with a fat pika in its mouth. Helluva day to be that pika; on the other hand, it's time for a weasel celebration party.
If one looks at this photo closely, it is apparent that there are two lakes, separated by a small bridge of land. Judging from the rocks we could see, we figured we might find a flat place to pitch a tent in the patch of trees at about 11 o'clock on the far shore of the near lake. We also hoped that we would be protected from the worst of any snow and wind that the clouds might deliver after nightfall.
We made beef and bean burritos with cheese and rehydrated salsa for dinner, and we brewed a hot cup of herbal tea. Before our repast was complete, the temperature began to drop, the light commenced to fade, and the first flakes floated down through the wind-battered trees and landed on our jackets. We cleaned up the pot, hung the food, and climbed into the down sleeping bags to stay warm. The snow began to drive into the tent fly as it got dark, and I watched pellets of corn snow repeatedly gather in a few flatter parts of the fly, then slide down the vestibule toward the ground once a certain critical mass was attained. The tent did seem to be protected from the worst of the wind but the thin canopy of trees was doing very little to shield us from the accumulating snow.
Not long after dark, the snow and wind were joined by near simultaneous exclamations of thunder and lightning. The inside of the tent lit up like bright electric day, and enough detail could be made out of the sky immediately above us that it seemed as if we were on the inside of a snow-globe. Up to this very moment, I had never camped at the very edge of timberline in a high-elevation cirque in the middle of a full-on raging winter storm, with no trail anywhere close-by, and the surrounding talus now getting buried in who-knew-how-many inches of snow and ice. I thought somewhat academically that rest might be a good idea, but it proved difficult to relax. Every time I rolled over and glanced up at the tent fly, I noticed the weight of accumulating snow, and I hit the nylon to keep the vestibules on either side of the tent from collapsing. I have a two-person MSR backpacking tent that weighs just over 3 pounds (1.4 kg), including poles and stakes. It is a fabulous, light-weight, 3-season tent, and the conditions outside could only properly be described as that other, most unwelcome fourth season.
Wearing all of our clothing, and wrapped tightly in the down sleeping bags to try and retain as much warmth as possible, I can report that we were not downright cold. As the hours slowly passed, we noticed a change to the tenor of the storm. What was corn snow gave way to gusts of snow flakes complemented with a peppering of larger pea-sized ice particles. These hailstones irregularly collided with the aluminum poles of the tent frame, and we were treated to the relatively frequent pinging sound of the ice as it danced merrily off our stretched nylon bubble.
The only way out of this place in the morning would be to navigate the talus and attempt to find the nearest trail. The maps we consulted a month or so earlier when we identified bail-out points suggested that would be a distance of a little over 2 miles (3.2 km), with a descent of 1,000 feet (300 m) through what we surmised would be talus of some size, interspersed with bands of spruce forest and copious downed logs that would be slippery with snow and ice. Our initial assumption that the storm would likely bring only a few early-season inches to the Wind Rivers was clearly incorrect, and we would now pay whatever price the wilderness required to return to the warmth and comfort of the vehicle, which was over 20 miles (32 km) and one 11,000 foot (3,350 m) pass away from where we huddled. Apparently, getting older does not necessarily guarantee that one accrues any real wisdom.
1 Orange Tip
1 Holly Blue
I saw the same down the road. Only 4 butterflies today.
In my garden 19th April 2026
Yellow-tipped Flasher (Telegonus anausis) captured at the Emerald Valley Nature Center, Lake Yojoa, Honduras. This image showcases the butterfly perched delicately on a cluster of white flowers, its intricate wing patterns and vibrant yellow tips highlighted against a softly blurred green backdrop. The photo was taken with a Canon R5 and an RF 100-400mm lens combined with a 1.4x extender, using a shutter speed of 1/180 sec at f/11 and ISO 800. The f/11 aperture was intentionally chosen to achieve a deep depth of field, ensuring the entire butterfly and its perch remained in sharp focus.
From a photographer's perspective, capturing the Yellow-tipped Flasher in its natural habitat presented a rewarding challenge. The choice of equipment and settings was crucial to freeze the subtle movements of the butterfly while maintaining clarity and depth. The Emerald Valley Nature Center is renowned as the top spot in Honduras for butterfly photography, offering a diverse array of species to observe and capture. Special thanks to Robert Gallardo and his efforts at the nature center. His dedication to conservation and his comprehensive butterfly book have been invaluable resources for understanding the rich biodiversity of this region. This image stands as a testament to the beauty and complexity of nature, and I hope it inspires others in the photography community to continue exploring and preserving our natural world.
©2022 Adam Rainoff Photographer
Tip. Looking Close...on Friday!
Thank you in advance for views faves and comments all very much appreciated.
I'll start a little series with this one and I'll call it:
Behind The Scenes Of The Parade
Ricoh GR III
Ricoh GR Lens 18.3mm/f2.8
Knecht of Schwaderloch Saurer D330-B 8x4 3-way tipper parked up for the weekend at its owners depot in the canton of Aargu.
These impressive lorries with their massive hub-reduction equipped rear axles ceased production around 1982, and 40years on this one appears to still be working?
Those green tips are starting to show in the garden ! Time for some macro shots !!! :-)
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It was years before I saw the first Russet-tipped clubtail (Stylurus plagiatus) at the wetlands - and actually found a much-rarer Laura's clubtail (S. laurae) before that. In 2016 we had a severe summer drought - and Stylurus were hanging EVERYWHERE in Aug/Sept. I saw many plagiatus on every trip and I think 4 laurae total - and lots of pals came to see them too. Giff met me at my favorite spot there and saw 19 plagiatus walking out to meet me - then the two of us saw countless more! Last year it was back to the usual scarcity: I saw 4 plagiatus on September 4th and no laurae all season - then the first week of September we had an unusual cold dip into the 50's that really shortened the wrap-up of a number of big late-season species.
This year? Damian and I spotted 2 male Russet-tipped's patrolling over the high rushing water of Little River early this month. My husband and I have looked hi & lo all month - and not spotted another Stylurus flying or perched. A typical season - especially for a wet one!
This photo is one of many I haven't posted from 2 years ago. Keeping my fingers crossed ...
Happy Dragonfly Thursday!
1974 Volvo F86 bulk tipper.
DVLA have the colour as red.
Last (extended) MoT test expired in October 2020 (SORN).
Cheffins vintage and classic auction, Sutton -
"1974 Volvo F86 6cylinder diesel 6x4 Dropside Tipper. Stated to in ex-farm condition. Estimate: £7,000 - £9,000."
Sold for £6800.
I think I like this.
more ggt tomorrow. funnnnnn.
I bought new shoes.
finally.
my face is dry.
I don't want to sleep yet.
It's been a good day.
wow. I am lame as shit.
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Enraged seagulls swarm on a bald eagle about 200' directly above my house. The eagle could not have cared less and did not seem at all concerned.
This image is © Ian Benninghaus 2010. All rights reserved.
I was delighted to find this orange tip settled with wings closed towards the end of my walk. It was in an area I do not usually visit or expect to see much.
The underside of this species is very different to other butterflies in Britain and makes the male orange tip very appealing in both ventral and dorsal views.
...that's my name for it...I don't know what it really is, but I thought it's worth posting it. I really liked this shot...but not sure why, because it's a little too busy...bu I guess it's the light and shadows that makes it for me. Hope you'll like it, too :))
Update: I went to the website of Butterfly World where this was taken and I found it is a Hebamoia Glaucippe...I still prefer Orange Tip...LOL :))