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Needless to say I've taken far too many wave images but it was so much fun. This wasn't the biggest wave I caught by any means but I like the light on the house.
Lethal hunters but together remarkably playful. I have watched their version of rugby often. The ball can range from elephant dung to old boots they have found or here entrails. Of course the winner gets the prize and it is very hard fought for.
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Candid eye contact street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. My first thought was that he looks like an ageing rock star with those locks blowing wildly in the breeze. Enjoy!
Little did I know when I first set eyes on this wildflower that it would take over a decade to identify it. When I took the photo, I thought, "This will be easy. There are fewer flowers, especially blue or violet with four petals." Wrong! There are fewer, but it turns out there are 400,000 flowering species and "only" 230,000 have been described. I found this flower at the based of a trail on Mt. Diablo leading to Castle Rock Park.
Today, in one final gasp, I spent more than two hours going through my four books on wildflowers of the west (and Sierras and Central California), and came up with ... oh, what's that scientific term... ah, ZILCH! Nada, Nil. My life may be frustrating, but it's rarely dull.
I bit the bullet. I don't like to impose on a good acquaintance (less than a friend, but through an interest in nature, we have corresponded often), John Muir Laws by name. Jack holds the Nature Stewardship through Science, Education, and Art at the SF Academy of Sciences. More important, he's a naturalist, has written several books on wildlife of the Sierras etc., and teaches the art of painting wildlife. And so, as I do about once a year, I emailed him. Having explained that the closest I could come for this flower, was the Clarkia Elegance (see below) which is endemic to my mountain. His response: "I totally understand the confusion. It looks a lot like a Clarkia. Check out the purple version of Wild radish (Raphanus raphanistrum)."
And so Flickrites, this is the Wild Radish of the Mustard family!
Thirteenth in the series ‘Wild Bonsai’, this tree is forty-eight inches (1.2m) in height and perhaps 1000 years old.
'Wild Bonsai' is a numbered collection of photos of naturally occurring bristlecones (p. longaeva) generally less than five feet in height (158cm) 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.
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Eighth in the series ‘Wild Bonsai’, this tree is thirty-six inches (91cm) in height and perhaps 300 years old.
'Wild Bonsai' is a numbered collection of photos of naturally occurring bristlecones (p. longaeva) generally less than five feet in height (158cm) 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.
While photographing a waterfall on the Grand River in Elora, Ontario, I noticed this Wild Teasel. The sun gleamed down on it causing it to glow.
More photos and info here: irrealdoll.com/shop/archives/1062
We had fun taking these photos, haha! X3
I finally felt competent enough to walk to the barn to feed the chickens instead of taking the car down. (hip replacement). Of course I took the camera! LOL The violets are beginning to bloom! I never mow my grass until all the wild flowers have completed their cycles. Still waiting for buttercups. :) FYI: The True Violets have two petals pointing up and three downward, while the True Pansies have four petals pointing upward and one down
I have to drive home on the back roads lately because the main road is under construction. You see some cool stuff driving on those dirt roads - this fellow flew right over my windshield and landed by the side of the road, and just started walking.
Just outside of the city of Tulsa is an area that has been set up for wild horses. Thousands of abandoned horses have been sent throughout the state of Oklahoma as a refuge for horses that don't have a home. The state has eight different locations of BLM land that has been set aside for these creatures to safely live out the rest of their lives. I think this is a pretty good program and I loved getting a chance to capture these majestic animals.
A Union Pacific coal train grinds up Logan Hill in the southern portion of the Powder River Basin during a period of tempestuous weather.
More of these wild flowers blowing in the wind as they don't last for long and & are rather cliche.
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First of all, super sorry for the bad quality...I never run into this issue but for some reason I'm getting weird jagged lines...I suppose that's why people make prints :P
So I finally got to shoot this character that I've been dreaming of. I planned this one out a long time ago, as has been the trend on my stream lately. It was so much fun to create, which I think comes out in the behind the scenes video that I shot:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kp-yTLEYagk
That says it all I think, so I'll keep this short :) Just wanted to say that I really appreciate that anyone takes the time to look at my pictures, it really encourages me.
The blog post: shadenproductions.com/blog/2013/02/26/wild-birds-burning/
Designer: Michelle Hebert (www.michellehebert.com)
Model: Taylor Ackerman
Assistants: Alex Sewell and KD Stapleton
Caught a rafter/gobble/flock of Wild Turkeys in New Mexico at Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge including this one crossing out of their roost to a field of corn. Meleagris gallopavo
Close up of a wild boar in winterly settings, haven't seen them for a long time now as there was a lot of hunting but i hope for the spring and lots of offspring...
Forstenrieder Park, Munich, Germany
Making noise up in a coconut tree.
Hermosa Beach, California
The wild parrots flying free in Southern California today are descendants of wild-caught parrots that were imported into the United States before importation was banned and somehow either escaped or were released intentionally. These birds were already well versed in their survival skills and able to establish themselves in areas where exotic plant life is plentiful.
Rumor has it that of firefighters responding to a call in a pet shop and rather than see the birds perish, the firefighters set them free. Though Urband Legends have circulated for more than 30 years, there are some that believe the wild parrots may have come here on their own through normal exploration. Others believe they are all escaped pets.