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Early in February this year, a massive electrical storm with over 4,700 strikes recorded, ignited bushfires (wildfires) that raged over parts of Tasmania's north western region.
Fanned by strong winds, these same fires extended into the internationally renowned Cradle Mountain Lake St. Clair National Park and were fought with equal ferocity by taxpayer funded aerial and NPWS ground teams.
This image shows one of Tasmania's Gondwanan remnants, a Fagus (Nothofagus gunnii) destroyed by fire. It's unlikely this particular, clearly very old, specimen will survive.
In contrast, the near 6 inches of growth (4 weeks!) in the Buttongrass (Gymnoschoenus sphaerocephalus) in the foreground (and the Eucalypts in the fog) shows the resilience of more recent, fire tolerant species.
Lake Curran, Tasmania.
Sony RX100M2, Carl Zeiss T* 28-100mm, f/1.8-4.9. 1/250th sec at f/10, ISO160.
Not a cloud in the sky after the last few days droppings, the sum of which is here depicted. And the bright, blue skies are expected to last...until tomorrow when (yes, you guessed it) more snow is in the forecast. We have already smashed the record for April snowfall with 41.8 inches (106.17 cm) so far....and it's only the 20th. April showers of a different sort...
A sight to behold monday afternoon after sunday's massive snow blizzard.
It was very cold but the sky was clear & the sun was shining. Only one tiny
speck of snow remains on a centre branch. Best viewed large.
Taken in the victorian gardens, st james cathedral park.
Happy holidays everyone. Take it easy!
explore #169. Thanks everyone for your support.
It is the youth who must inherit the tribulation, the sorrow... that are the aftermath of war.
~Herbert Hoover
Scott made it through his Lumina Photographic photo session with the triplets and spent his Tuesday processing the shoot. He's shown me the results and I think Mom and Dad will be very happy with the photos.
I was sort of a zombie on Tuesday so I snapped a couple quick shots of him at work and called it a day for photography.
Hope everyone has had a good day.
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This was taken last week, after taking the shot of Brent that has ended up being so popular, as seen here. Brent was off running about fetching the car so we could load up the red sofa and move it to another location. (This ended up being the pier in Seatoun as can be seen here.)
I confess that essentially as Brent and myself went out shooting last weekend, we were really just playing about and having a laugh, not actually going out to try and shoot something really specific. If I'd gone out with any single shot in mind that I wanted to get, this was probably it. In my mind I'd visualised it slightly different, but it's a similar sort of feel I was after.
There was something about a baron and empty space that played off against a bold and brash in-your-face clash of colours to me, and although in my head the image had been composed differently, it's that kinda conflict I wanted to try and go at least some way to achieving.
Notes for those bothered:
* The sofa is still in the entrance to my place, all aired out and with a bit of sand still attached to the bottom. :-)
* I got asked and almost accused after the last shot numerous times of being a Photoshop whore, so for reference, this shot is largely unedited. I'm not a PS fan, I believe you ought to take the shot right in the first place and edit it to add the final sheen. This has had some burning in to give a vignette effect, basic levels tweak and desaturation on the colours except for cyan. And a bit of noise added. ;-)
You gotta see all 5 photos (in order) for it to make sense.
Maxwell's Restaurant in Minneapolis, MN.
I have been looking for a photo like this for a while, a building that was on fire and the water from fire fighting frozen all over it. It's sad though about any business or home that goes through the fire.
As I stumbled into the kitchen, the aftermath of Pokerpalooza stared back at me with wild eyes, a grotesque display of debauchery. The sink overflowed with a mountain of greasy plates, resembling a decadent feast devoured by insatiable beasts. Piles of crumpled napkins, smeared with remnants of buffalo wings and cocktail sauce, littered the countertops like casualties of a reckless culinary warfare. The air reeked of stale beer and the lingering scent of cigar smoke, an olfactory assault on my senses. In this unholy mess of dishes, I could almost hear the echo of the raucous laughter and clinking poker chips, a haunting reminder of the frenzied revelry that had unfolded just hours before. It was a chaotic symphony of excess, a testament to the madness that ensues when the chips are down and the stakes are high.