Przebiśniegi już są, ale to wciąż za mało, żeby ogłosić przedwiośnie. Pod względem fenologicznym brakuje choćby kwitnienia leszczyny. Co ciekawe, w tamtym roku leszczyna u mnie kwitła 27 stycznia (sic!). W tym roku wciąż się na to nie zapowiada. Zima da nam jeszcze popalić...
Co do samych zdjęć, to jestem szczęśliwy. W mojej wieśniaczej fotografii brakowało mi właśnie takiego szkła makro jak Nikon Nikkor Z MC 105mm f/2.8 S VR, coś pięknego. Niestety nie kurier się nie spieszył, więc obiektyw odebrałem późno i te zdjęcia już przy słabym świetle, no i co najważniejsze - bez słońca. Wrzucam jednak trzy: dwa przebiśniegów i jedno leszczyny.
Myślałem też, że mając to szkło, pozbędę się moje standardowej portretówki Nikkor 85/1.8G, ale nic z tego. Chociaż więcej testów zrobie jutro. Pytanie tylko czy dzieciaki będą na tyle cierpliwe? ;) #kochamwies#snowdrops#flowers#spring#photo#hazel#macro#NikonZ5#NikkorZMC105mm
Happy Valentine's Day! Stop by our BVAA Community Art Gallery to see the lovely photography show! We are here until 3pm today Sat 2/14! This is "On My Own" by Jean Fiorillo. #photo#photography#birding
Photo of Zelda the dog looking sad in her pink harness. Behind her the setting sun shines in through a gap between the clouds and the distant treeline reflecting of the water in a flooded field.
Ich habe heute mal die kleine Kamera-Schublade aufgemacht. Da liegen sie. Die Olympus OM-D E-M1 Mark II und die Kiev 60. Sie sind bereit, wenn ich wieder bereit bin. Habe die Schublade wieder zu gemacht.
Man sieht eine geöffnete Schublade. Darin befindet sich eine digitale Olympus-Kamera wie auch eine analoge Mittelformat-Kamera vom Typ Kiev 60. Das Foto ist in Schwarzweiß.
A very blurry photo of young me in my grandfather's wellingtons showing off the eggs I've just fetched and a curious dog named Topsy watching in the corner.
Ein weißer Strandkorb steht einladend im Sand am Strand. Im Hintergrund das blaue Wasser der Ostsee unter einem strahlend blauen Himmel. Foto von Karen Kaspar
This is such a great #photo! The unnamed #photographer had a couple of options when #Epstein's victims were asked to raise their hands if they were still awaiting to meet with the #DOJ. With #PamBondi in the foreground, they could totally have used a different #focal length to get everyone into #focus. But they deliberately choose to focus on the victims, leaving #Bondi blurred out. This is the beauty and genius of #photography, how one technical decision changes everything.
Epstein's victims standing up with their hands raised, while Pam Bondi in the foreground has her back turned on them, looking down.
This Tufted Titmouse (Baeolophus bicolor) is perched atop my old bird feeder, the one I kept going for more than twenty years. I patched and repaired it countless times until it finally gave out not long ago.
Tufted titmice are a favorite among a select group of bird enthusiasts. To celebrate these charming creatures, I’ve curated a special collection dedicated entirely to them in my photo gallery. Take a look!
"A Tufted Titmouse stands poised on a weathered wooden beam, its small body full of alert energy. The bird’s soft gray crest rises like a tiny plume, giving it a dignified silhouette despite its size. Its dark, round eye gleams with curiosity, set in a pale face that makes the expression even more striking. The feathers along its back are a smooth bluish‑gray, shifting gently into the warm buff tones along its sides and the clean white of its underside.
The Titmouse grips the wood with delicate feet, the grain and old nail heads beneath it adding a rugged texture that contrasts with the bird’s neat, refined plumage. Behind it stretches a deep, velvety green background—simple, uncluttered, and perfectly chosen to make the bird stand out as if illuminated. Every detail feels crisp: the curve of the crest, the fine lines of the feathers, the sense that the bird might flick its wings or call out at any moment.
The whole image captures a moment of quiet readiness, a small creature balanced between stillness and motion." - Microsoft Copilot
A white fish mottled with orange feeding at an ocean reef. Its surroundings are rocky but it feeds on a small relatively flat section covered with fine plant-like growth.
Common Buckeye (Junonia coenia). When a predator like a bird gets too close, the butterfly flashes its wings open to reveal the big eye spots, then the predator thinks it's looking at the face of a snake or other predator. #butterfly#insects#nature#wildlife#biology#photo
Common Buckeye (Junonia coenia). When a predator like a bird gets too close, the butterfly flashes its wings open to reveal the big eye spots, then the predator thinks it's looking at the face of a snake or other predator.
Imagine how a person who loves fishing must feel if they can walk out their back door and cast a line. That’s how I feel about my backyard—but instead of fishing, I sit outside and watch and photograph the visitors. There are about ten or so species that are regulars this time of year. House Finches (Haemorhous mexicanus), like this little female whose gaze is locked on mine, stay around for most of the year.
Step into a world where even the smallest moments—like the glint in a bird's eye—tell their own story.
"A small female House Finch perches on a smooth, curved black rod, her tiny feet gripping the metal with delicate certainty. Her body is soft and rounded, covered in fine brown streaks that flow down her chest like brushstrokes. The feathers along her sides and wings form a gentle pattern of warm browns and pale creams, each line crisp and textured. Her head tilts slightly to one side, giving her an inquisitive, almost conversational expression—as if she’s pausing mid‑thought. Light falls evenly across her plumage, revealing the subtle layering of feathers and the faint shimmer of down near her throat. Behind her, the background dissolves into a soft, creamy blur, making her the clear, bright center of attention. The overall feeling is quiet, intimate, and full of small, natural detail." - Microsoft Copilot
🇫🇷 Lavoir du hameau de Cressay, Neauphle-le-Vieux, département des #Yvelines#France
🇬🇧 Lavoir of the hamlet of Cressay, Neauphle-le-Vieux, Yvelines department, France
🇪🇸 Lavadero del caserío de Cressay, Neauphle-le-Vieux, departamento de Yvelines, #Francia
- Ancien lavoir Il ne reste qu'un seul appentis, couvert de tuiles et fermé sur deux côtés par un mur en pierres.
- This is an old washhouse. Only one lean-to remains, covered with tiles and enclosed on two sides by a stone wall.
- Se trata de un antiguo lavadero. Solo queda un cobertizo, cubierto de tejas y cerrado en dos lados por un muro de piedra.
I really enjoyed the Super Bowl last night. It’s a lot easier to relax into the game when the team you’re pulling for is in control for three straight hours, and the Seahawks absolutely were. If you didn’t watch, the final score was 29–13, Seattle. They aren’t my usual team, though. Being originally from California, I tend to root for the Rams, Giants, or Chargers. If two California teams ever met in the Super Bowl, I’d be in real trouble. This time, the Seahawks’ West Coast identity made the choice simple—proximity won out. And honestly, you have to pick a side if you want to feel the full excitement of a football game.
I also loved the halftime show with Bad Bunny. The staging and visuals were fantastic. I don’t speak Spanish—though I wish I did—but it didn’t matter. Roughly 65 million people across the United States and its territories speak Spanish, which is about one in five. It’s woven into the fabric of American life.
I live in Louisiana now, so you might think I’d be a Saints fan. Not quite. Still, unless they’re playing one of my California teams, I can see myself cheering for them. It’s just the local rhythm here.
The truth is, I don’t really keep up with football during the season. I’m vaguely aware games are happening somewhere, and I’ll catch one when the mood strikes. But I always watch the Super Bowl, and I enjoy Thanksgiving games when I’m somewhere that actually gets TV reception. We usually spend Thanksgiving at our little house in Georgia, where we don’t get any channels at all. I’m working on fixing that.
“Where we love is home — home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.” — Oliver Wendell Holmes
“To have another language is to possess a second soul.” — Charlemagne
“Football is the ballet of the masses.” — Dmitri Shostakovich
"The scene feels like a quiet breath held between sea and sky.
Four brown pelicans sweep away from the shoreline at Holly Beach, Louisiana, their long wings stretched wide as they skim just inches above the Gulf of Mexico. They fly in a loose, fluid line—each bird catching the same invisible ribbon of air, each body angled slightly forward as if pulled by the horizon itself. The water beneath them is calm and faintly rippled, a soft blue-gray sheet that mirrors their silhouettes. Farther out, the Gulf opens into a pale, hazy distance where sea and sky blend without a seam. The light is gentle, almost silvery, giving the whole moment a sense of early‑morning stillness or the quiet hush before dusk. The pelicans look purposeful yet unhurried, gliding with that effortless grace that makes it seem as though the ocean itself is carrying them forward." - Microsoft Copilot