15. Flowers Series

This Series is not about great photography. It is, as  mentioned, firstly, about finding pretty things in ugly places. Then just a record of what flora I found in my travels.

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Photography 101 is an educational club where amateurs and professionals can join and share Techniques and Photo’s join our competitions and market your product to Magazines and Websites Developers, Locally and International. It is an educational based club hosted run and managed by:
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Of Interest.
 
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Evening Sky by Estelle Haward

24. Sunrise Sunset Series

You may have noticed that not many of the photos in the series are “award winning” shots; that is because I am posting the good and the bad. The “bad” ones are lessons to be learned, that we discuss in Photography 101, the “good” ones come as a result of said discussions.

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who is not a Mexican at all and feel free to join us at  Photography 101 SA; which is an educational club where amateurs and professionals can join and share Techniques and Photo’s join our competitions and market your product to Magazines and Websites Developers, Locally and International. It is an educational based club hosted run and managed by:

The Mexican and Bierpens.

Buy quality back links. The Gravy Train  

Niume seems to be the best microblogging platform available at present, why not give them a try?

Evening Sky by Estelle Haward

22. Sunrise Sunset Series

You may have noticed that not many of the photos in the series are “award winning” shots; that is because I am posting the good and the bad. The “bad” ones are lessons to be learned, that we discuss in Photography 101, the “good” ones come as a result of said discussions.

Please view and like my page to read about the adventures of

THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF  

who is not a Mexican at all and feel free to join us at  Photography 101 SA; which is an educational club where amateurs and professionals can join and share Techniques and Photo’s join our competitions and market your product to Magazines and Websites Developers, Locally and International. It is an educational based club hosted run and managed by:
The Mexican and Bierpens.
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Rhino Wars – Leopards and Spiders

Rhino Anti Poaching Stories.

There was a huge old leopard at Palala Rhino Sanctuary; one of the younger rhino bore the scars from an attack when he was a baby. His one ear was torn in two, long ways and drooped, I had never heard of a leopard going for a rhino snack before! I found the leopard’s prints, all around my hut quite often so my drill for going to the toilet at night was as follows:
Open door, check the step for snakes, as there were many night adders about. Use torch to look for shinning green eyes, recheck the ground and then proceed to the open air bathroom. Check for any signs of life, when finish, repeat the process and try get back to my hut undamaged.
My little bird must be after that proverbial worm, he starts pecking at my window just before 5am.. While having my coffee I hear, on the slopes of the mountain to my right, the warning cry of the Baboons. “Borghom, Borghom”. I immediately think, “Leopard!” I rush to get my binocs and before I even lift then see something greyish moving along the slopes. Using the binocs I find a family of Bush Pigs running along, not Warthog, Bush Pig.
They look like the cartoon Boar in Asterix and Oblix. I am not too disappointed, having often heard them in the night I have never spotted one in the bush before. I make my morning notes and then pack my Battle Jacket, where a magazine of bullets is suppose to go now holds a Cannon Powershot camera, the rest of the magazine pockets are largely empty. (A very sore point I will not dwell on here). I have modified the Jacket so my binocs are easily accessible but do not bang around; other pockets hold water bottles and Super C sweets. And of course, my pen and paper.
That night, there I was, minding my own business; reading a book by torchlight while lying on my bed. As it was hot I was shirtless, next thing I get this tickling feeling on my chest, which is hidden from view by the book. Now, I am not paranoid about spiders, not even really afraid of them, that said, I have also seen the damage some of them can inflict.
The problem is, unlike with snakes, I have no idea which spider is harmless and which is not. The one on my bare chest looked similar to the ones I have seen in gardens in Gauteng. Brushing him off and making sure in the dim light that he had really skedaddled I continued reading. Then! Another spider landed on my neck. It ran down my neck and on to my chest in seconds. This kind of spider I have never seen before, shape of a Daddy Longlegs but lime green and pale yellow. I have since learned that it is called a Lynx Spider.

After that I pulled the bed cover right up to my chin, never mind how hot it was.
There was a huge old leopard at Palala; one of the younger rhino bore the scars from an attack when he was a baby. His one ear was torn in two, long ways and drooped, I had never heard of a leopard going for a rhino snack before! I found the leopard’s prints, all around my hut quite often so my drill for going to the toilet at night was as follows:
Open door, check the step for snakes, as there were many night adders about. Use torch to look for shinning green eyes, recheck the ground and then proceed to the open air bathroom. Check for any signs of life, when finish, repeat the process and try get back to my hut undamaged.
My little bird must be after that proverbial worm, he starts pecking at my window just before 5am.. While having my coffee I hear, on the slopes of the mountain to my right, the warning cry of the Baboons. “Borghom, Borghom”. I immediately think, “Leopard!” I rush to get my binocs and before I even lift then see something greyish moving along the slopes. Using the binocs I find a family of Bush Pigs running along, not Warthog, Bush Pig.
They look like the cartoon Boar in Asterix and Oblix. I am not too disappointed, having often heard them in the night I have never spotted one in the bush before. I make my morning notes and then pack my Battle Jacket, where a magazine of bullets is suppose to go now holds a Cannon Powershot camera, the rest of the magazine pockets are largely empty. (A very sore point I will not dwell on here). I have modified the Jacket so my binocs are easily accessible but do not bang around; other pockets hold water bottles and Super C sweets. And of course, my pen and paper.
That night, there I was, minding my own business; reading a book by torchlight while lying on my bed. As it was hot I was shirtless, next thing I get this tickling feeling on my chest, which is hidden from view by the book. Now, I am not paranoid about spiders, not even really afraid of them, that said, I have also seen the damage some of them can inflict.
The problem is, unlike with snakes, I have no idea which spider is harmless and which is not. The one on my bare chest looked similar to the ones I have seen in gardens in Gauteng. Brushing him off and making sure in the dim light that he had really skedaddled I continued reading. Then! Another spider landed on my neck. It ran down my neck and on to my chest in seconds. This kind of spider I have never seen before, shape of a Daddy Longlegs but lime green and pale yellow. I have since learned that it is called a Lynx Spider.
After that I pulled the bed cover right up to my chin, never mind how hot it was.


Taken from the yet unpublished Chronicles. You can find links to the already published series of The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief on my page

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An Open Letter to all the Animal Activists

Donald Trump and The Rhino Wars
It would seem that every person in the world has an opinion and a comment on Trump’s winning the election. As my interest lies more with animals than humans, I cannot say that the illegal immigrant issue moves me. What does worry me is the Trump boys and their trophy hunting. Still keeping an eye on some of the save the rhino sites I see that I am not the only one.
Alas, since I decided that Facebook pages/groups on Rhino Poaching and the majority of the members in such groups were pretty worthless.  – You can TRY and shoot me down on this statement, the comments on my blog are open, so please do.  – Yesterday was no different on the Rhino sites, well, maybe just a little more hysteria than the usual, but not much.  Posts were many; comments flew, most along this vein.
Because of the Trump’s lack of understanding or caring about basic nature conservation most people were doom and gloom prophets. Lots of uppercase and explanation marks. As usual, talk, talk, and very little else.  Mostly insulting Donald Trump and name calling, like kids. I believe that this type of action by that Hilary woman, cost her the election.
So, me with my big mouth, the ultimate armchair warrior according to some of the rhino activists, what am I doing? I have a small plan and I propose to all the other loud mouths to do the same.
Firstly if you want to be a soldier in a war, here we are in a war, the Rhino Wars, first thing you have to do to be victorious is: Know your enemy.
Trump is first and foremost a businessman; forget his personality, such as it is, for a few minutes. Using that start thinking how saving the rhino can help him in his new business; being the President of America. Think about how NOT caring for all endangered species can harm him.
Now think about his personality.  Huge ego of that there is no doubt. This is fine weapon for activists to use to help the rhino. Think of how he can boost this ego, by joining our ranks.
Once you have that as a base of you thinking process, pen a letter to the man, not an insulting one like many of you have most likely already damn sent anyhow, but one that plays on these two weaknesses the man you can only see as your enemy right now. Write a POLITE letter, for heaven sake!  Those of you that have contacts in the media, find the best “Open Letter to…” get as many signatures as you can and get it published, shared and viral.
I hope I have insulted you enough to spur you into some real action.
Please note:  I DO know that there are good people out there that are doing a lot more that I. Please excuse yourself from the above.
Wayne Bisset

aka
THE MEXICAN HORSE THIEF
You can read a few tales about my past on the link above, if you wish.


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