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We walked from Capel Curig to Llyn Cowlyd through to the Ogwen Valley and back to Capel Curig. During our walk we saw a number of wild Carneddau ponies. This particular pony posed very nicely for us; as for his collegues, well they were a little bit more shy.
Wild red deer stags on the Peak District moors. They have yet to shed the "velvet" protective membrane from their new antlers.
I love being able to photograph ponies and horses free of bridles and saddles, and was lucky enough to find a small herd of wild ponies right on the top of the Penmaenmawr quarry. Their habitat has the most amazing views in every direction.
COSPLAY FOTOGRAFATO AL XX° TORINO COMICS 2014, MODIFICATO PER ADATTARLO A UNA MIA RICOSTRUZIONE BASATA DA UN IDEA TRATTA DAL FILM FANTAWESTERN THE WILD WILD WEST
These Ponies are not the most beautiful but there is something intriguing about them. They're strong and resilient and.....look like Pirates. They've got dreads and everything!
Twenty-third in the series ‘Wild Bonsai’, this tree is fifty-six inches (1.4m) in height and perhaps 1500 years old.
'Wild Bonsai' is a numbered collection of photos of naturally occurring bristlecones (p. longaeva) generally less than five feet in height (1.5m) and - as nearly as I can estimate - between fifty and five-hundred years old - some much older. Most will have sprouted and survived in tiny cracks and crevases or miniature basins of sand and gravel. Shaped by the elements, flourishing tenaciously in the most minimalist of conditions, their lives are measured not in the millennia of more robust bristlecones, but in centuries...often mere decades.
'Duality', the cover photo for this album, is to me a matriarch of sorts and will remain unnumbered as a small token of a deeply intuitive and unapologetic respect that remains as transcendent and mysterious to me as it may seem odd to others. The essay that accompanies 'Duality' could, in many ways, apply as well to any other tree I may post in this series.
A perspective: Housed in the Tokyo Imperial Palace, the fifth oldest living cultivated bonsai in the world is something over 500 years old and is a designated National Treasure of Japan.
Just felt like a fox day. An oldie. I do see foxes on my night cam but it is a long time since I have seen one here in daylight :-( I keep hoping.
I knew there was a reason I didn't stop during the trip down through the pass. Got here just in time to capture these guys at sunset.
Love is wild, love is sweet
Love is the forbidden fruits we eat
Love is the touch of a roaming finger
That on soft skin does slowly linger
Love is passion that urgently strips
Feeding the hunger of insatiable lips
That devour every inch that they taste
Not a single flavour , do they waste
Skin on skin, kiss meets kiss
Sharing a moment of unforgettable bliss
On loves bed, where hearts they meet
To share love, wild, tender and sweet