
Sunlight through the lighthouse light.
—Stephen G. Hipperson—
Sunlight through the lighthouse light.
—Stephen G. Hipperson—
The marina of Ponta Delgada at dusk.
—Stephen—
Surprisingly quick when it put its mind to it, a Three Toed Sloth in Tortuguero.
—Stephen—
With an overnight in San Jose and an early start next morning (7 a.m.), the hotel put together a packed meal for breakfast, (an apple and some kind of processed flat meat between two pieces of bread), we were whisked away in a shuttle bus for the first part of our journey to Tortuguero. At about the halfway point we stopped somewhere called Guapiles at the Restaurante Selva Tropical, for a mid-morning breakfast and transfer to another shuttle bus for our onward journey. Fresh fruit, our first encounter with ‘rice and beans’ (a Costa Rican staple), plantain, scrambled eggs, there was enough to satisfy most people.
At the rear of the restaurant was a covered butterfly garden which was an interesting place to meander while we waited for the off for the next part of our journey. The proprietor had clearly put some effort into making an interesting exhibition. Near the entrance were some glass cases with chrysalis in various stages of development.
To the best of my knowledge this and the image below show the Blue Morpho butterfly.
I’ve no idea what this flower is.
—Stephen—
The area around Duntulm Castle on the Isle of Skye.
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Blickling Hall, Norfolk, England.
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I saw the plane first, then I heard it, then I saw it’s owner. I don’t know much about these things, but by my estimation the guy certainly knew what he was doing. He didn’t have it tumbling around the sky like some demented mosquito – his control had the little buzzy thing performing a series of well controlled maneuvers between periods of level flight.
—Stephen—