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The Great blue heron (Ardea herodias), Witty’s Lagoon, Metchosin, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.
Great Blue Heron (Ardea herodias), Witty's Lagoon, Vancouver Island, British Columbia. Photo was hand held, no tripod.
'Cremorne Cam', witty street art in Cremorne, Sydney.
So happy to get a picture of this great piece of street art. I'm pretty sure this used to be one of those undistinguished gray utility cabinets (maybe to control traffic lights, telephone switching, or something like that).
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The Great blue heron (Ardea herodias), Witty’s Lagoon, Metchosin, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.
Unfortunate not to win the game yesterday but many positives to take out of it. Newcastle Falcons v Leicester Tigers at Kingston Park on Sunday 18th September 2016
A great hike with lots to see,tidal salt marsh waterfalls and a paradise for bird watching,lots of photo-ops.
Common warthogs (Phacochoerus africanus) in Masai Mara last year. They are so cute and funny when they run with their tails straight up.
There are two warthog species in Africa. These common ones are found in grassland, savanna and woodland across sub-Saharan Africa, while the other species called desert warthog is only found in the Horn of Africa in the east.
(Vanlig vortesvin in Norwegian)
My album of photos from Africa here.
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Sheep dog herding geese in a demonstration at the Witton park country fair last sunday. It really amused me. There were about 5 dogs working at once.
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The Great blue heron (Ardea herodias), Witty’s Lagoon, Metchosin, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.
This witty little gacha at Gacha Garden has 9 commons (like the one pictured here) and 3 rares! If you play 20 times you get a horned headband! Gacha Garden is open all of May!
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I031-24 is pictured at Crossroads after traversing the curve at Eastern View. The C&O Mullet trails.
After bringing in a tardy P052 to Lorton, I was looking forward to a quick commute home on I-95. That dream was shattered by reality, as a major crash that occured early in the am had effectively shut down I-95 south of Fredericksburg. The result was a meandering drive that took me all sorts of ways to get home.
Rt17 took me back across the RF&P at Crossroads, south of Fredericksburg. It looked like a nice shot for I031-24 which I figured would be close. Dave Witty was kind enough to give it's approximate location (here's your +1 point for the assist).
So after staking out on the shoulder of the busiest road in North America for 45 minutes, the shadows crept in, and 31 finally made an appearance; but not before the CNW JAG disparaged an entire generation's love for the finest products GM ever made.
I was glad for it to be over.
VIP - Witty's Lagoon | Sleepy Seals
A pod of Harbour Seals observed basking in the sun on a small rock exposed by the low tide a short distance from Tower Point’s rocky viewpoint. Tower Point is in Metchosin which is part of the Greater Victoria Region, B.C., and located in Witty's Lagoon Regional Park overlooking the Strait of Juan de Fuca.
VIP stands for Vancouver Island Photos. Victoria is in British Columbia, Canada.
Hermès Sydney, window dressing: witty plaid multiples + reflection: a reflection in a reflection (or something like that)...
And beautiful colours!
But ephemeral.
Once again, I wish I knew who created it so I could credit the artist.
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Christian Skit | The Police Pay A New Year Visit
Zheng Xinming, an elderly man of nearly seventy, is a devout Christian. Because of his faith in the Lord, he was detained and imprisoned, and sentenced to eight years. On his release, he was still listed by the Chinese Communist police as a target of focused monitoring. In particular, after the old man accepted Almighty God's work the last days, the police came almost every day to terrorize, intimidate and disturb him. There was no way that Zheng Xinming could normally read the word of God at home, and even his family members shared his state of anxiety. Now it is New Year's Eve and the old man is at home reading God's word, not knowing what may happen …
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'What do we know about the two sisters and the dwarf?' I asked as we made our way through the tree tunnel.
Despite the network failure and crash of our flying car, it was a pleasant day with a light breeze rustling the branches. It would have been perfect for a walk had we not taken this assignment.
'Not much,' said Pistachio, adjusting his hat. 'The sisters moved to the cottage a few years ago. One is quite shy, and the other outgoing and chatty.'
'The complete opposites of each other,' said Labneh.
'Yes, in a way. They squabble sometimes, but then all siblings squabble at times,' Pistachio raised his brows as Cashew opened his mouth to say something witty. Cashew thought better of it and chose not to interrupt. 'They're supposedly of Camellia Fairy ancestry, but no one really knows for sure and we've not had a reason to investigate.'
'And the dwarf?' asked Acorn.
'Well, we don't have much on him either so far as I'm aware. But he likes to complain about just about everyone and everything. His complaints got worse since the Camellia sisters moved to his neighborhood.'
We passed through the tree tunnel and followed a path down towards the Great Pine. Rosebay willowherb seeds floated gently in the hot summer air, as the flowers wilted sorrowfully in the heat. Everywhere seemed to be wilting, with barely a wildflower in sight.
'Strange for the middle of summer,' I whispered, looking around.
A wasp chose that moment to buzz by my nose. I involuntary stepped back, almost bumping into Campion, before the wasp settled on a nearby ragwort flower.
I could swear the wasp was following us, but shook it out my mind and focused on the case. I glanced back every now and then. The wasp flew off the ragwort flowers and hovered over the seeding willowherb.
'Oh, hello. Are you our guide for today?' I asked the wasp.
I wasn't serious, and thought it might at least trigger a laugh or two, but to my surprise the wasp promptly left, vanishing in the overhead branches of the Great Pine.
'Ah, here we are. We may as well ask questions here first since we're closer,' said Pistachio, pointing towards the outline of a door in an ivy covered tree stump. He turned to me. 'Over to you, Hazel. You have point on this one.'
I tapped on the door. There was no answer. The tree stump and surrounding woodland remained quiet.
'Bang harder,' Cashew stepped forward and banged on the door so hard the ivy rustled.
'Who is that banging on my door?' an angry voice yelled from inside. He actually said worse things, accompanied by a string of colorful metaphors.
'Special Agent Hazel Coyote of the Magical Forest Criminal Investigation Service. May we have a word?' I said.
It wasn't really a question, but I thought I'd at least try and be polite. I knew I wouldn't like it if someone banged on my front door like that.
I heard locks slide open, followed by the sound of the door opening. A little nose poked through a narrow space.
'Identification,' he said, gruffly.
I showed him my badge and ID. Labneh and Cashew did the same, though Cashew was struggling to keep a straight face. The others had stepped well back with Pistachio, knowing what to expect. I sighed. Sometimes I wondered who truly was the prankster of our team.
'Nice try. Obviously a fake badge and ID,' the voice the other side of the door grumbled.
He went to close the door so I shoved my paw in to stop it. 'I want to ask you a couple of questions, that's all,' I said. 'Regarding a recent incident.'
'It concerns your half brother Brownbeard,' said Cashew.
The door opened, just a little bit, allowing us to see the dwarf in the tree stump. His scraggly long beard swung like a pendulum across his chest.
'Nice beard,' said Cashew. 'Pity about your brother.'
'My brother. What about him?' the dwarf said, stroking his long beard.
'Then you haven't heard about the incident,' I said. 'His beard was cut off early this morning.'
'And you and your team have come to interrogate me, have you?' the dwarf growled. 'Let me offer you one piece of advice.'
He moved to slam the door in our faces.
'Firstly, try speaking to him and those two sisters. And secondly, watch the Dwarf Watch,' he said.
The door slammed with a bang like a shotgun.
'That was two pieces of advice!' Cashew shouted out before we left.
'The brother definitely knows more than he's letting on,' I said, joining the others on the path. I saw the confused look on Sunflower's face and explained. 'We never told him the two sisters were allegedly the culprits.'
'Brownbeard could have told his brother though,' said Sunflower.
'Maybe, but the brother was more bothered about us disturbing him. He showed no sympathy whatsoever. I know if something terrible happened to one of you, I'd be doing all I can to help,' I said.
'Yes, I agree the brother knows more than he's letting on,' said Pistachio, staring back up the hill. 'But it's that second warning of the Dwarf Watch that's got me.'
'Then we should go back there right now and drag that dwarf out and question him,' said Cashew.
'Leave him to us. We'll break that dwarf in seconds,' said Acorn, with Campion and Shishky.
'No no,' I said, stopping the three fox-keteers before they descended on the tree stump. 'I have a better idea.'
'A stakeout,' said Cashew. 'He's bound to step out that door sooner or later.'
'Exactly, and when he does . . . ' I began.
'We can follow him and see where he goes,' said Sunflower, clapping her paws together in glee.
'I bet he'll lead us to either the sisters or his brother or this Dwarf Watch,' said Campion.
'In other words, the perpetrators,' said Pistachio. 'Hazel, you believe as I do. That the incident with the two sisters and this sudden network outage is connected. And I don't think it's a coincidence we crash landed near the brother's home either.'
'But how did you get that? Brownbeard's brother is just annoyed,' said Sunflower.
'Didn't you see that beard?' Cashew chuckled. 'That looked too long to me. Like he had beard extensions.'
The tree stump door clicked open. We quickly ducked behind the rosebay willowherb as the brother stepped out. His long brown beard gleamed in the sun, and his red coat looked pristine.
'Now we follow him, and then question Brownbeard and the sisters,' I mouthed to the others.
We waited until the brother set off down the path, and made our move to follow.
But then something flickered in the corner of my eye. I turned, quickly, and saw a wasp jump off a leaf and fly up towards the treetops.
It seemed we were not the only ones investigating. The wasp was following us as we followed the brother.
Snuggles from Hazel, Cashew and Labneh.
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The cult of the three holy martyr brothers Alfio, Filadelfo and Cirino is widespread in almost all of Eastern Sicily since the early Middle Ages, the news we have on the life and martyrdom of the three brothers are contained in a document written by a Basilian monk , his own name Basilio, whose manuscript is in the Vatican Library, with the number 1591; the manuscript reports that the three saints suffered the persecution of Valerian and martyrdom in 253; the three brothers were born in Vaste, in the province of Lecce, were arrested (and later martyred) for having professed the Christian religion using their noble influence, as their parents, Vitale and Beatrice had previously done, who were also they barbarously martyred for professing their religious beliefs; the three brothers, after having undergone several trials throughout the central-southern territory of Italy, since no one wanted to condemn them with a definitive sentence as belonging to one of the most important families of the empire, were brought to Taormina by Tertullo, a young Roman patrician and head of the island, who, failing to detach them from their creed, sent them to Lentini; during the journey, the group stopped in two places, here the villages of Sant'Alfio and Trecastagni were born, then they reached Catania and were imprisoned here, finally they were taken to Lentini, where they died through atrocious tortures. Before undergoing martyrdom, they were intercessors of miraculous works, Tecla and Giustina were two young countesses, among them cousins, Tecla for more than six years suffered from a severe form of paralysis in the legs, while Giustina was blind in one eye, they learning of miraculous healings that occurred through their intercession during their forced journey from Rome to Lentini, they turned to them, receiving healing. On the day of their torture they were handcuffed and whipped in the streets of the city, exposed naked and barefoot to the ridicule of the people: Alfio's tongue was ripped off (he became the patron saint of the Mutes), Philadelphus was burned on a grill, Cirino was thrown in a cauldron of boiling pitch. The villages of Sant’Alfio and Trecastagni, on the slopes of Etna, and of Lentini, commemorate the three Saints Brothers with very heartfelt and participatory traditional feast. The photographic story that I present here was made this year on the occasion of the feast held on the first Sunday of May in the Etnean village of Sant’Alfio; the evenings of the two Thursdays and the two Fridays preceding the feast, small bonfires are lit in front of the houses called "a dera", from the name of the resinous wood that is used to light the fire, the night of the dera recalls the night in which the three brothers crossed the village of Sant'Alfio to go to Lentini. During the procession, the float of the three brothers Alfio, Filadelfo and Cirino is pulled with ropes by the devotees from the front, and at the same time is also pushed from behind, here are the women who, for devotion, make the journey barefoot; during the various stops, the children are hoisted onto the float by devoted experts, and placed in the presence of the Three Brothers, to ask for their intercession and divine protection; the priest caught with a very witty expression while embracing one of the supports of the canopy of the float, has a particular meaning, he wishes to express his joy in taking his place on the float, after the feast has been suppressed for two years, due to the rules prudential, issued to counter the pandemic spread of covid-19.
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Il culto dei tre fratelli santi martiri Alfio, Filadelfo e Cirino è molto diffuso in quasi tutta la Sicilia Orientale fin dall'alto medioevo, le notizie che possediamo sulla vita e sul martirio dei tre fratelli, sono contenute in un documento scritto da un monaco basiliano, di nome proprio Basilio, il cui manoscritto si trova nella Biblioteca Vaticana, col numero 1591; il manoscritto riporta che i tre Santi hanno subito il la persecuzione di Valeriano ed il martirio nel 253; i tre fratelli nacquero a Vaste, in provincia di Lecce, vennero arrestati (ed in seguito martirizzati) per aver professato la religione cristiana utilizzando la loro influenza nobile, come avevano fatto in precedenza i loro genitori, Vitale e Beatrice, i quali furono anch’essi barbaramente martirizzati per aver professato il loro credo religioso; i tre fratelli, dopo aver subito parecchi processi per tutto il territorio centro-meridionale d'Italia, visto che nessuno voleva condannarli con una sentenza definitiva in quanto appartenenti ad una delle famiglie più importanti dell’impero, furono portati a Taormina da Tertullo, giovane patrizio romano e Preside dell'isola, il quale non riuscendo a scostarli dal loro credo li inviò a Lentini; durante il tragitto, il gruppo si fermò in due luoghi, qui in seguito nacquero i paesi di Sant'Alfio e Trecastagni, poi giunsero a Catania e qui furono rinchiusi in carcere, infine furono condotti a Lentini, dove trovarono la morte mediante atroci supplizi. Prima di subire il martirio, essi furono intercessori di opere miracolose, Tecla e Giustina erano due giovani contesse, tra loro cugine, Tecla da più di sei anni soffriva di una grave forma di paralisi alle gambe, mentre Giustina era cieca in un occhio, esse venendo a conoscenza di guarigioni miracolose avvenute per loro intercessione durante il loro tragitto forzato da Roma a Lentini, si rivolsero a loro, ricevendo la guarigione. Il giorno del loro supplizio furno ammanettati e frustati per le vie della città, esposti nudi e scalzi allo scherno del popolo: ad Alfio venne strappata la lingua (divenne così il Santo protettore dei Muti), Filadelfo fu bruciato su di una graticola, Cirino fu gettato in una caldaia di pece bollente. I paesi di Sant’Alfio e di Trecastagni, alle pendici dell’Etna, e di Lentini, ricordano i tre Santi Fratelli con delle feste tradizionali molto sentite e partecipate. Il racconto fotografico che qui presento, è stato realizzato quest’anno in occasione della festa che si tiene la prima domenica di maggio nel paesino etneo di Sant’Alfio; le sere dei due giovedì e i due venerdì che precedono la festa, si accendono davanti alle case dei piccoli falò chiamati “a dera”, dal nome della legna resinosa che viene usata per accendere il fuoco, la notte della dera ricorda la notte in cui i tre fratelli attraversarono il paese di Sant'Alfio per recarsi a Lentini. Durante la processione, la vara dei tre fratelli Alfio, Filadelfo e Cirino viene trainata con funi dai devoti dal davanti, ed al contempo viene spinta anche da dietro, qui ci sono le donne che, per devozione, compiono il percorso scalze; durante le varie soste, i bambini vengono issati sulla vara da esperti devoti, e messi al cospetto dei tre Fratelli, per chiedere la loro intercessione e protezione divina; il sacerdote colto con una espressione molto spiritosa mentre abbraccia uno dei sostegni del baldacchino della vara, ha un significato particolare, egli desidera manifestare la sua gioia nel prendere posto sulla vara, dopo che per due anni la festa è stata soppressa, a causa delle norme prudenziali, emanate per contrastare la diffusione pandemica del covid-19.