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bsharp321:Yellow Warbler at Marymoore Park.

Tuesday, September 18th, 2018

bsharp321:

Yellow Warbler at Marymoore Park.

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Sometimes when I’m birdwatching

Tuesday, September 18th, 2018

Sometimes when I’m birdwatching

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acryptozoo: Pectoral Sandpiper (Calidris melanotos) #303Another…

Tuesday, September 18th, 2018

acryptozoo:

Pectoral Sandpiper (Calidris melanotos)

#303

Another one where I chase the reported bird before work, spend a couple of hours enjoying other birds but not the one I’m hoping for, give up and start to head back, and boom; there it is.

Distant views and crappy photos, but definitely the bird. 😀👍

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debunkshy: Green-tailed TowheeElk Creek Campground, CO6 July…

Tuesday, September 18th, 2018

debunkshy:

Green-tailed Towhee
Elk Creek Campground, CO
6 July 2018

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lizzie-mcguire: Thank you.

Monday, September 17th, 2018

lizzie-mcguire:

Thank you.

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sylvia-morris:what have you done? what have i done?

Monday, September 17th, 2018

sylvia-morris:

what have you done? what have i done?

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sage-bird: Common Tern Outer Green Island, Maine #302Several…

Monday, September 17th, 2018

sage-bird:

Common Tern

Outer Green Island, Maine

#302

Several of these have been seen lately at Ocean Beach Park, out west of Lompoc. It’s an hour and half drive for me, so I can’t just up and go, but new county year birds are hard to come by past #300, so last Saturday I set the alarm for 0430 and tried for them.

And… nope. Lots of terns on the sandbar across the bay from the only accessible spot; I stared through my spotting scope for as long as I had, but no luck.

I came home, but later that day a report came in from someone who’d seen them out there shortly after I left. Sigh.

Fast-forward to this morning. I wanted to play with the new camera, so I headed down to the end of Linden Avenue (5 minutes from home) before work to take pictures of gulls. And…

Hello, Common Tern! 😀👍

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mostlythemarsh: Gold

Monday, September 17th, 2018

mostlythemarsh:

Gold

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somnolentdesolation:Twilight in the Wilderness by Frederic Edwin…

Monday, September 17th, 2018

somnolentdesolation:

Twilight in the Wilderness by Frederic Edwin Church

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gay-jesus-probably: breefolk-hates-staff: nigga-kun: animagix101: swan2swan: thatgirlwithanopinio…

Monday, September 17th, 2018

gay-jesus-probably:

breefolk-hates-staff:

nigga-kun:

animagix101:

swan2swan:

thatgirlwithanopinion:

doom-exe:

theladyspanishes:

marisaauntmay:

allthesebees:

silverhawk:

honestly tho that scene in the incredibles where mr. incredible sees the names of all the old super heroes that used to be his friends / that he knew from Back in the Day and how every one of them has been killed by syndrome is such a chilling scene for so many reasons 

like for one, everyone he knew is dead at this point and has been killed on the same island he’s at now and two, its heartbreaking bc that means that almost every hero wanted to try out being a hero again despite the laws against it and wanted to try and help someone out and relive their glory days, only to be straight up murdered like fuck that scene is just so fuckin intense

I think the core of that scene for me is, when you’re insane like me and you go through it frame by frame, you can work out that Gazerbeam defeated the omnidroid twice – the only super we have enough information to confirm did so. I always wondered about his body in the cave, how and why he got the password… But it makes sense. This thing goes haywire, gets an upgrade, and goes haywire again? He must have been hella suspicious! So he does what any good superhero would do – tries to get to the bottom of what’s really happening on Nomanisan Island. During the process he’s clearly caught and wounded but has just enough time to get himself somewhere he can leave a final message, just praying that the next super to come along will find it and break the cycle.

Gazerbeam is my hero.

Incredibles 2 has a lot to live up to

All of this and…

I’m just realizing that the name is No Man Is An Island???? As in, everyone needs someone to depend on and connect with, no one is ever completely alone or should act all on their own.

Also Gazerbeam probably has X-ray vision–so he not only survived long enough to defeat the Omnidroid, he had the ability to see Syndrome entering the password.

Holy guacamole! I should pay more attention, I don’t think I got any of that stuff!

does anyone think about the fact that now mr. incredibles has to live w/ the fact that all his friends getting killed by syndrome could have been avoided if he had just been nicer to syndrome from the beginning

^I was thinking that from the beginning reading this and was shocked it went through so many comments before anyone pointed that out.

Syndrome waited until his machine was almost ready to go before asking Bob to come to Nomanisan. He also was surprised to find out that he was married to “Elastigirl”, which means he likely built his list and went through everyone else before finally deciding it was time to kill Bob.

Also, Syndrome literally didn’t find Bob until the start of the movie. He found Frozone and was stalking him. If Lucius hadn’t hung out with Bob, then Frozone was going to be the next one lured. There’s literally a scene of Mirage realizing that the guy in the car with her target is Mr. Incredible. He wasn’t going through the list, he was stalking and finding every former Super he could, luring them to the island, and then killing them, for the sake of improving his robot. Finding Bob was just a happy accident, and Syndromes obsession with him meant that upon finding a bot that could beat Bob, he figured he’d hit perfection and was ready.

and like, let’s be real here in the intro Buddy was crossing the line the second he showed up, Mr. Incredible mentioned he’d been very nice to Buddy, via signing a ridiculous amount of autographs and doing pictures and stuff, and that he was not going to risk a childs life as a sidekick (albeit in less words). Buddy literally showed up by breaking into his car, and then stalked him all evening until he was arrested. That’s disturbingly obsessive behavior, there’s no amount of niceness that would stop Syndrome, it was an impossible situation. No amount of nice was going to appease Syndrome, the second he faced any sort of rejection from Mr. Incredible he was going to lose it and go supervillain. After his arrest he should have gotten put into therapy, but yknow, set in like. the 50′s. so it makes sense he fell through the cracks when the cracks were a goddamn canyon. Don’t victim blame Mr. Incredible.

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cendaya: Zendaya on whether ignorance is truly bliss

Monday, September 17th, 2018

cendaya:

Zendaya on whether ignorance is truly bliss

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Long-billed Curlew (Numenius americanus)

Sunday, September 16th, 2018

Long-billed Curlew (Numenius americanus)

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debunkshy: Flammulated OwlWater Canyon, NM3 July 2018

Sunday, September 16th, 2018

debunkshy:

Flammulated Owl
Water Canyon, NM
3 July 2018

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the-eldest-woman-on replied to your photo “A few weeks ago the hills above Carpinteria, the coastal…

Sunday, September 16th, 2018

the-eldest-woman-on replied to your photo “A few weeks ago the hills above Carpinteria, the coastal town I live…”

Can’t like a tumblr post twice

❤️

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lies: A few weeks ago the hills above Carpinteria, the coastal…

Sunday, September 16th, 2018

lies:

A few weeks ago the hills above Carpinteria, the coastal town I live in, burned. I was talking to a neighbor today, someone who spent his career working in forest management. He’s retired now, but he’s an expert on wildfire behavior. He’s been volunteering since the fire on restoring the Franklin Trail, which leads from Carpinteria up into the hills. He showed me a map and pointed out the few strips of riparian habitat where the fire damage was relatively light. Except for those isolated pockets, the damage behind Carp is severe. He said he’s never seen a burn pattern like this. In the time leading up to the fire, drought and the persistent high pressure had driven humidity levels so low that when the fire came through the vegetation was like one big expanse of tinder.

The fire crews saved most of the structures. They successfully protected the  homes in Ojai, La Conchita, Carpinteria, Montecito, and Santa Barbara. As a result, in tomorrow’s (rescheduled) Carpinteria Christmas Bird Count, most of the accessible areas in the coastal strip where we were planning to bird are actually looking pretty good. Indeed, in the scouting I’ve done since the fire the birding seems better than usual. The unburned areas are filled with displaced chaparral birds; wrentits and California towhees and ruby-crowned kinglets everywhere you look. I think they’re refugees. The carrying capacity of the habitat they’re in won’t have increased. The extra birds will disperse more widely, or will suffer from predation, disease, or starvation. But for now it makes for exciting birding.

That’s the story in the “front country”, the area south of the Santa Ynez crest. The backcountry north of the crest is another matter. There the fires burned largely unchecked. Jameson Lake is seven miles north of Carpinteria. It’s hard to reach even under normal circumstances, requiring a day-long backpacking trip or mountain biking down miles of dirt roads that are closed to private vehicles. We don’t always manage to include it in our Christmas count; it’s great habitat for us, giving us a chance at an inland freshwater lake that we otherwise don’t have, but it’s hard to get there.

This year it’s especially hard. The whole area is closed to the public. The only people with access are fire and forest service crews, and the people who maintain the water facilities at Jameson for the Montecito Water District.

So… tomorrow, thanks to some really nice people pulling some strings on our behalf, we get to go count birds there. I’m going in along with two other birdwatchers, led by the water district employee who lives part-time at the lake (or used to, before his cabin burned down).

I don’t know what we’ll find. I was there on a scouting trip in November. Alan, the caretaker, has been in several times since the fire, and he’s told me not to expect much. Everything has burned. For all I know we’re going to spend all day in a sterile moonscape. But I think it’s important to document what happened. The Christmas counts are mostly for fun, but they also produce useful citizen science. Thousands of volunteers go out each year and catalog the birds they’re able to find. In some count circles above the Arctic Circle they go out in the midwinter twilight to record a single species (thank you, common raven). Next to that I’m getting off easy.

Anyway, that’s what I’ll be doing tomorrow. We’ll see how it goes.

Yesterday I hiked up that road for the first time since the fire. The Romero Canyon Trail has been open for a while, but I guess part of me didn’t want to see what the fire had done to it. But the Golden Gate Raptor Observatory reports that Broad-winged Hawks have been moving south past Marin, so I wanted to get back up there to the hawkwatch spot my friend Eric found and have a look around.

Guess what?

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It’s pretty badly scorched on one side; like all of us it has some scars from what it’s been through. But it’s alive.

I don’t think Nietzsche had it quite right. Sometimes what doesn’t kill you leaves you weaker than you were before. Or maybe the quote is true in a deeper sense. Maybe still being here, still being part of the unfolding drama, despite what the world has done to you… maybe that’s the real strength.

I was watching RBG, and the shots of her litigating in the 1970s brought home to me that she wasn’t always how I think of her: a small, aging (indomitable) woman. Her appearance today reflects where she is in life, but in that older footage she looks young and strong, powerful in an outwardly manifest way.

I heard Rufous-crowned Sparrows calling from two different spots on either side of that tree. That meant a lot to me. I was worried about the RCSPs.

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historyofartdaily: Ross Sterling Turner (1847–1915), A Garden is…

Sunday, September 16th, 2018

historyofartdaily:

Ross Sterling Turner (1847–1915), A Garden is a Sea of Flowers, 1912

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Sometimes when I’m birdwatching

Sunday, September 16th, 2018

Sometimes when I’m birdwatching

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90377: Creek by Graham Spencer // Mines of the West

Sunday, September 16th, 2018

90377:

Creek by Graham Spencer // Mines of the West

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mesogeios: Queen Charlotte’s Ball, London 1959 by Henri…

Saturday, September 15th, 2018

mesogeios:

Queen Charlotte’s Ball, London 1959 by Henri Cartier-Bresson

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debunkshy: Pygmy NuthatchCibola NF, NM28 June 2018

Saturday, September 15th, 2018

debunkshy:

Pygmy Nuthatch
Cibola NF, NM
28 June 2018

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