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Bushtit, Rampart Park, Colorado Springs, Colorado
From the Cornell Lab of Ornithology:
Bushtits are sprightly, social songbirds that twitter as they fly weakly between shrubs and thickets in western North America. Almost always found in lively flocks, they move constantly, often hanging upside down to pick at insects or spiders on the undersides of leaves. Flocks of Bushtits mix with similar small songbirds like warblers, chickadees, and kinglets while foraging. Bushtits weave a very unusual hanging nest, shaped like a soft pouch or sock, from moss, spider webs, and grasses.
I belong to a group that has weekly prompts and I've missed so many that I'm determined to post something this week.
So, here's Watching. I know. Just another cat with pretty eyes but that's all I have. I take so many pictures of cats at work that by the time I get home, edit them and email them to their owners, I've pretty much reached my photography limit for the day. Maybe now that we have more daylight hours I'll get out more.
BTW, this cat's name is Kitty and she's just boarding with us. She already has a great home.
Collective 52 Photo Project: Watching
Beams of sunlight filter through towering layers of cloud to fall haphazardly like roving spotlights over the canyon country east of Moab, Utah.
The family and I drove west from Boulder to the Colorado Plateau last spring to find my ailing hermit godfather. At the time, my godfather was living in a miner’s shack southeast of Moab and up a trail-less canyon in a wilderness study area with his horses. His shack is only directly accessible on foot or on horseback. Although he has fully embraced cell-phone technology in the past few years, and save for a solar-panel powered swamp cooler in his shack, the remainder of his technological and lifestyle choices remain firmly lodged in the late 19th century.
My godfather is also currently living with emphysema and a kidney condition, and when we found him at his camp my first thought was that after this visit I might never see him again. He was bright-eyed, humorous and as smart as ever, and he joked that while he wasn’t ready yet, he did have a .45 available when it came time. However, when I went with him to collect firewood, it was clear that his physical capacity to keep warm and take care of himself while living alone was severely diminished. Not far from his shack, we slowly loaded pieces of dead sagebrush into a hand cart that is part wheelbarrow, part travois. When the hand cart was as full as he could manage it, he refused my offer of help and moved it in halting, 20-foot increments back to the shack, pausing repeatedly to regain oxygen and composure.
Last week I received a text from my mother that my godfather’s friends in Moab were worried because they had not heard from him in five days. These folks care for him and help keep his camp supplied, and evidently he is normally relatively quick to respond to their messages. Having failed to connect with him, they decided to walk to his camp to investigate. The weather was worsening with a winter storm’s arrival, and if they didn’t make it in to check on him immediately, it would not have been possible to make a trip for another several days.
Nearing his shack, they found him, collapsed to the side of the footpath too weak to move. Had they not come he would have frozen to death that night. Life Flight arrived some time later, and he was eventually taken to a hospital in Grand Junction, Colorado, to the nearest place with the equipment and expertise to help him with his lung and bladder conditions. Having come to appreciate being supplied with oxygen, less than a week later his nephew drove him to his sister’s ranch in Prineville, Oregon, where he could be more comfortable. She is older than he is but not quite so encumbered with maladies. This is the same ranch that he left on foot back in the 80s with his dog and horses and not much else, walking and camping almost a thousand miles through the desert to get to Moab. He has now completed a circle, of sorts.
76.
A man is born gentle and weak.
At his death he is hard and stiff.
Green plants are tender and filled with sap.
At their death they are withered and dry.
Therefore the stiff and unbending is the disciple of death.
The gentle and yielding is the disciple of life.
Thus an army without flexibility never wins a battle.
A tree that is unbending is easily broken.
The hard and strong will fall.
The soft and weak will overcome.
—Lao Tzu
I'm back people! I had a very long dry horrible spell where I didn't upload for weeks at a time and they were crappy pictures and then one day I would upload 2 weeks worth of my 365 at once. AND I WANT IT TO STOP. I am going to try to put more effort into my 365, though I can't promise that it will happen, but I can sure try. Thanks for sticking with me guys.
p.s. were having sunny cold weather all this weak so here comes golden hour again (:
Unfortunately, the atmospheric conditions on September 18th 2020 in southern Brandenburg (Germany) were not ideal. During the exposure, high cirrus moved through the field of view, so that the bright nebulaes around the Pleiades was outshone. But I didn't want to throw away the raw images. The weaker nebulaes was hardly affected by the clouds. At least that's my best photo of the Seven Sisters now.
Canon EOS 600Dfs, Samyang 135 mm f / 2, F / 2.8, ISO-1600, 53x120s on Astrotrac, APP & Adobe Photoshop CC 2020
Front.
After a gruesome battle against the Veil of Fright, Malda and Nelde managed to localize the weak point of the monster allowing Mari to finally defeat it, with the creature exploding in a enormeous pile of Doll parts. Unfortunately, the defeat of the creature wasn't the end of the threat: its essence suddenly infected Mari and Remi, seeing in them the biggest threat, and turning them into abominations Remi took away Seri from Aigara leaving the three girls defenseless.
Turn around on sled runners, extend arms as far as possible, hope something is in focus, hope low branch doesn't smack upbackside the head, hope squirrel or ptarmigan doesn't cross trail causing dogs to surge, maintain balance (at least physically), press shutter. Being There.
“If you feel lost, disappointed, hesitant, or weak, return to yourself, to who you are, here and now and when you get there, you will discover yourself, like a lotus flower in full bloom, even in a muddy pond, beautiful and strong”.
Nice, cold weather and almost no wind but a weak aurora borealis tonight. Maybe it's better tomorrow.
(Explored #398)
One active region at the edge of the Sun pushed out about ten thrusts of plasma in just over a day long period (July 9-10, 2016). All of them, propelled by magnetic forces, quickly withdrew back into the active region. The images were taken in a wavelength of extreme ultraviolet light. Credit: Solar Dynamics Observatory, NASA.
From the high point of the escarpment , looking backwards to where I just came from,
The great circuit walk at the Quiraing on the Isle of Skye.
The walk is magical, because each part of it is unique.
(4 shots stitch using ICE)
Weather was ever changing. Sometimes sun would come out giving opportunity for a better photos.
The Quiraing is the largest landslide in Britain, but it is not a torrential rain-induced landslides. It’s part of something much larger in size.
The weight of all volcanic rock, formed 50million years ago, slowly took its toll on the weaker Jurassic sedimentary rock below, which fractured and broke under the strain, and volcanic rock have been slipped down the hillside; this process is still going.
Trotternish ridge, Scotland
The image has notes on it
A bit of a dog day yesterday. Toby was ill first thing and very weak so we took him to the vets. With dog nearly 17 we are always on edge with his health and more so yesterday. He eventually picked up a little with the help of medication and he poo’ed and ate always milestones with any dog just ask their owners. With Toby having a relatively comfortable afternoon I ventured down to Roker to see the waves in-between the horizontal drizzle/mizzle. The visibility was poor at best but I did manage a couple of snaps that were OK, thats with the amazing power of Lightroom to cut through the drab.
("thank you very much for your visit ")
نەگەنجم ئەوێ نەماڵی دونیــــا ..... باڵای تۆم دەوێ بەتاقی تەنهــــا.........
Be strong, life does not accept the weak
روژێک دادێ ئەوانە فرۆشتیان ئێمەش دەیکرینەوە ئەوە مەتەڵ نییە ڕاستیە ..
Sh2-130 lies in the western area of Cepheus and is on the smaller size in the catalog. There is a very weak reflection nebula around the entire nebula visible in this image. The nebula responds quite well to the hydrogen alpha filter
Camera: Moravian G2 8300
Filters: 31mm unmounted Optolong
Optic: Televue 102 f/7
Mount: Ioptron CEM60 HP
Autoguider: camera Magzero 5m on SW 70/500, Phd guiding
Frames: Ha 7nm: 15X600sec - RGB: 5X600sec each Bin1 -25°
Processing: Pixinsight, Photoshop
It was not spectacular aurora show last night, maybe being further north would help, but still nice to see something. Looking forward to aurora activity on cold winter nights :-)
The Devil’s Bathtub is a fascinating piece of streambed. It consists of a unique tiered waterfall located between the Upper Falls and Old Man’s Cave. The tub is situated in a weak layer of Blackhand sandstone and is constantly being enlarged by the swirling action of Old Man’s Creek. The upper part of the falls drops into a deep, bowl-shaped basin, forming a captivating whirlpool before dropping again into the large pool below. Whether you’re a Hocking Hills local or are just passing through, the Devil’s Bathtub is truly a sight to behold.
Fun Fact: While legend has it that the pool extends deep into the depths of Hades, it’s actually only a few feet deep!
217b 5 - TAC_2234 - lr-ps
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GUARDARE MA NON TOCCARE.
Per anni si è parlato delle donne come il sesso debole della coppia. Ma è davvero così? Siamo sicuri che la donna non abbia una sorta di superiorità sia psicologica che biologica rispetto all’uomo?
“In passato l’uomo costituiva il “sesso forte” rispetto la donna. Durante questi ultimi decenni però un buon numero di ricerche scientifiche, alcune evoluzioni sociali, e moltissime analisi statistiche in svariati campi hanno dimostrato come il maschio umano ormai costituisca di fatto il sesso debole rispetto alla donna all’interno della coppia e non solo: anche tra amici, colleghi, familiari…
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LOOK BUT DON'T TOUCH.
For years, women have been spoken of as the weaker sex of the couple. But is it really so? Are we sure that women do not have a kind of psychological and biological superiority over men?
"In the past, men were the" stronger sex "compared to women. During these last decades, however, a good number of scientific researches, some social evolutions, and many statistical analyzes in various fields have shown how the human male now constitutes in fact the weaker sex compared to the woman within the couple and not only: also between friends, colleagues, family ...
Riversamento da dia a digitale
Hà Nội, Vietnam, 2002 - Leica M6J, Elmarit 90, Fuji Reala
I ignored whether this guy in Hanoi was the bus driver or controller but he probably didn't like me to shoot. Sorry man, I was only a weak-minded photographer lost in the city. I then prefered to move innocently away. Like in any country it's definitely better to keep a low profile, in particular with the authorities.
There once was a tiger striped cat. This cat died a million deaths, revived and lived a million lives, and he was owned by various people who he didn't really care for. The cat wasn't afraid to die. Then one day the cat became a stray cat, which meant he was free. He met a white female cat, and the two of them spent their days together happily. Years passed, and the white cat grew weak and died of old age. The tiger striped cat cried a million times, and then he died too. Except this time, he didn't come back to life.
- Cowboy Bebop
"Little light shining,
Little light will guide them to me.
My face is all lit up,
My face is all lit up.
Let me be weak,
Let me sleep
And dream of sheep.
Oh, I'll wake up
To any sound of engines,
Ev'ry gull a-seeking craft.
I can't keep my eyes open--
Wish I had my radio.
I tune in to some friendly voices
Talking 'bout stupid things.
I can't be left to my imagination.
Let me be weak,
Let me sleep
And dream of sheep."
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SpearEye & Sheadphone
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