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Greenfinch (Chloris chloris) aka the European greenfinch
Ben Lora Cafe - Scotland
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When you are a troublemaker, Nobody takes your side... I wonder why xD
Thank you, Wain for taking this one with me <3
I often look at the sea and just wish that when I’m old and dying I will still remember the sound of the waves. For me it’s the most soothing sound there is.
Named after the engineer that designed it, Clifford M. Holland, the Holland tunnel when it opened in 1927 was the first Hudson River vehicular crossing and was at the time of its opening the longest underwater tunnel for vehicular traffic in the world. The Holland Tunnels length is 8,558 feet from portal to portal on the North tube, and 8,371 feet on the South tube at a height of 12 feet, 6 inches tall. Initially the state commission considered a bridge or a tunnel at the turn of the century, but the cost of acquiring the land to build a bridge with a minimum height of 200 feet to allow for marine traffic made it cost prohibitive. Biggest challenge outside of digging a tunnel under the Hudson River was ventilation. Four ventilation buildings 2 on each side of river, exchange the tunnel air every 90 seconds, though being in the tunnel in traffic over the years, the smell of diesel fuel is something I always remember in my dad’s un-airconditioned vehicle. This image is entry from Canal Street in Manhattan at the start of 8,371 foot journey to Jersey City New Jersey. - [ ] #developportdev @gothamtomato @developphotonewsletter @omsystem.cameras @apple #excellent_america #iphone13pro @bheventspace @bhphoto @adorama @tamracphoto @tiffencompany @nycprimeshot @nycurbanism @nybucketlist @kehcamera #usaprimeshot #tamractales
I’m still getting the hang of the new R6. I couldn’t imagine taking night photos as clean as this with the old EOS T7 Rebel.
Mount Assiniboine Provincial Park, British Columbia, Canada.
Back to stitching a few shifts of the 24mm T/S-E. I'm liking the square format again, and, of course, the higher rez.
In a world where power crackles in the air and tension smoulders beneath the surface, one moment can ignite everything.
Captured in the split-second between calm and chaos —
Magic? Mayhem? Or just the beginning?
When the young monk Tsui-Yen felt that he had understood the essence of life, he left his teacher and traveled through China. Many years later, on his return, his master asked him: " Tell me about the essence of life". and Tsui-Yen replied: “When the sky is clear and the light plays in the waves of the water. The master looked at him and said: “You have grown old too, but you have not understood. Tsui-Yen lowered his eyes and asked his old master with a tear-streaked face: “Then please tell me what the essence of life is.” The master replied: “When the sky is clear and the light plays in the waves of the water".
I immediately thought of this story, which is typical for Zen Buddhists.
Partly frozen water surface of a fish pond in the Amper valley.
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My 26 year old Green Wing Macaw. Huey is definitely not a name I would have chosen for her.
We got her when she was about a year old and she was already named. Then we had a DNA test done to find out her sex and it turned out she was female.
But she already knew her name so we just left it at that.
I am not an advocate for having these animals as pets or for people breeding them. In my opinion, they should remain in their natural habitats.
But Phil fell in love with her where she had lived for the first year of her life which was a local Grange Co-op here and he eventually talked me into us buying her and she became a part of our family.
She has it really good here with a very large outdoor aviary where she spends the majority of her time. She is pretty entertained seeing all kinds of wild birds and animals from her favorite vantage point in her aviary. Then I have various perches for her in different places so she can be with me and whomever else is around. But she seems to like her aviary the best.
Anyway, it would not be easy having a large parrot like this without the set up I have here for her and I would never advise anyone to have one of these birds as a pet. She will long outlive me and my oldest daughter will take over for her after I am gone.
She will likely outlive my oldest daughter, too, so my daughter knows that she will need to make arrangements for someone else to take her after my daughter is gone.
They are very smart and very social animals. Huey fortunately has always had a very good life here and has never fallen into some of the neurotic behaviors that some captive birds take on, like feather plucking, screaming or biting. She is always treated respectfully, given affection, fed well and treated like part of the family.
So many birds like this end up in rescue situations because their owners lose interest in them or get old and die or just can't care for them anymore. Or some just decide they no longer want the bird. I feel sad for those birds. They don't ask for that.
Most people don't really realize how long these birds live or how important a social environment is for them.
Anyway, long story. Sorry. you're a good contact if you read all the way to the end here :-)
I just came across this photo I took of her on one of her outdoor perches and decided to share with you.
It is harvest time in the wineyard, but it also the moment when the vines are going to get beautifiul autumnal colors.
I wish you a nice Sunday my Flickr friends.
When you need a bench and don't have one then get busy and make one!!!!!!!!! Created in Deep Dream Generator with Type 2 Dream... Happy Bench Monday, Everybody!!
When I returned from work and passed this Viva in my street, off course I had to grab my camera and walk back. A Viva is a rarity by itself, but the Estate really is close to unique.
The reason why this Viva survived was also visible: A Dinitrol sticker was still present on the rear window. That anti-rust treatment must have saved it!
"Come back when you grow up girl, you're still living in a paper doll world"...
Well, yeah, I ain't never gonna grow up.
Just saying.
The other thing that occurs to me with the Bobby Vee song is that it sounds like he goes into a relationship expecting to break the heart of the woman he's involved with. Like he's singing "50 ways to leave your lover" before he's even walked through the door. My take on a guy like that is "Skateaway"
So you know what, mister, I'm good with being a paperdoll. I'm having too much fun to grow up like ever. Adulting is over-rated (especially at tax time! grrr, some things you can't escape)
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Background box
Cardboard Crafty Project by Myrdin Sommer
(free on MP)
Outfit:
Wearable Cardborse by Tutto e Vanita (note: when you get off the horse, don't forget to take off the horse AO or you're going to be walking funny, all bowlegged and bouncy)
Sunshine / Shorts & Tops / PMR Cardy by The Kiwi Co.
(sneakers) // PMR // x1s // FATPACK by FLite
Piper Hair - Fatpack (S&P PMR) by Dead Doll
Cardy Skin - Tan by Nylon Outfitters
Cardy body & head BoM 1.0 by S&P
Piper Shape (PMR Female) by Dead Doll
Stacking every little pretty penny that I'm getting
And I'm never giving in to anybody, always winning
Never kidding when I die, I'm taking everybody with me
You're never gonna get me 'cause you'll never see it simply
I'm a motherfucking god, you're a light yawn, I'm a time bomb
And the vibes wrong, is this mic on?
I'm killing the syllables with a loaded refillable
I'm a lyrical, typical super villain, I'm venomous
And I'm never gonna stop until they put me on top of the list
I can't control the monster any longer that's inside
When I was a child I used to play Subbuteo with my school friends; it is a table top game simulating team sports such as the one featured here, association football.
Playing Subbuteo is a physical simulation of association football, involving dexterity and skill in flicking the playing figures, which stand on weighted bases, across the tabletop pitch towards the ball. Pictured are two original teams West Ham United and Ipswich Town
a beacon of light appears.
My niece in Calgary posted on Facebook a similar beacon that she saw in the evening skyline last night. Within 12 hours of each other, practically on opposite sides of the country
Shot off the front deck this morning at sunrise - same view different day.
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