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That night I awoke at 2 am. (Back in 2016 during my 40 day journey on the Sierra High Route I came across a little tarn that I thought was really beautiful flic.kr/p/XJvwTq that I wanted to photograph at sunrise but I was there during the wrong time of day, so I added it to my return to list. Today I planned on returning to it, so like I said I wanted it at sunrise so I woke up at 2 am, because it was 3 miles away over a cross country pass that was 820 ft higher than where I was camping.) I put my camera gear and breakfast into my backpack and left everything else in my tent. The sky was moonless and scattered with stars. The air was alive and restless as a strong wind blew through the lake basin. I began to follow the trail that circumnavigated the lake, but in the devouring darkness I soon lost it. I continued on into the starry night guided only by the small circle of light cast by my headlamp.
The formless landscape twisted into strange shapes and dark trees walked beside me swaying in the cold relentless wind. To my left lay the lake, it's waters stretching into an endless black void glittering with reflected starlight. Soon I began to hear, between gusts of wind, the distant sound of water cascading over rocks. As I got closer it got louder and amongst the babbling of the creek the water also sounded like faint drum beats. “Drums, drums in the deep”. I crossed the creek and continued around the far end of Garnet Lake heading to the sloping meadow lands.
All this time the wind blew strong, pulling on my beard and tugging at my clothes. When I reached the meadow lands the landscaped opened and the trees followed me no more. On the other side of the meadows the grass became talus and now I had to climb White Bark Pass, a cross country pass that I did back in 2016 going the the other way during the day. Before trying to navigate my way up the steep pass I took a break and turned my headlamp off. The darkness thickened without the light to hold it back and the stars glimmered overhead, the milky way arcing high reaching from horizon to horizon. Turning my light back on I began to look for the route up the pass. I soon realized I had gone too far west because tall cliffs rose to my south so I retraced my steps until a faint trail appeared in front of me. The pass was easy but finding a safe route up with just my headlamp was challenging. At times the trail vanished only to reappear on top of a ledge that required hands and feet to climb.
There was no relief from the cold wind while I climbed the talus covered mountainside. As soon as I reached the top of the pass the largest gust yet was already there to greet me, trying to push me back down to the meadow from where I had come. I quickly made my way down the other side seeking shelter from the relentless wind. Then appearing as apparitions out of the inky darkness a few crooked pine trees stood against the wind. I quickly made my way over to the closest one and huddled beneath it’s sheltering branches and for the few moments I lied there I was protected and warm while the wind still howled through it's boughs. After a few minutes I ventured back out into the cold wind.
As I made my way by the small circle of light cast by my headlamp the ground ahead of me fell away into a deep, dark abyss, as though a chasm had opened leading deep down into the roots of the mountains to where the drums had sounded. “Drums, drums in the deep.” The landscape on this side of the pass was formed by rolling hills, each hill falling away further and deeper then the last and as I descended down and down the black formless void fell before me keeping it's distance as though it was afraid of my light. Soon I heard distant, rushing water competing with the sound of the wind, and I knew I was close to my destination.
After one final descent I reached a sheltered cirque free from the wind that had been chasing me. After a few more steps I reached a still pond reflecting my light back into my eyes. I followed it's rocky shore downstream and found a spot to stop, here I waited for the dawn. Soon the sky began to lighten and I could see a haze clinging to the high peaks of Banner and Ritter that towered over this small pond. I hoped it wasn't smoke. As the sky grew lighter and lighter and the stars began to fade I could see more and more of my surroundings and I saw that the highest reaches of the two peaks were shroud in thick clouds, not smoke. Soon I was able to see enough that I was now able to start looking for good compositions.
Once all the stars faded and the pale sky was all aglow a bright pink light cast itself upon the high peaks, and a photo that I have wanted to take for the last 5 years finally happened.
This morning we awoke to find a doe in our front yard. That’s nothing unusual since many deer live in the area and pass through out yard. This doe, however, had just risen from a patch of pachysandra and with her stood two shaky legged fawns. Within the hour, mom moved off with one of the fawns in tow but one stayed behind snuggling in a bed of dried leaves. This sleeping beauty was the best gift of spring we’ve ever received.
What a great way to start September. I awoke to a nice crisp 35 degrees - had a leisurely breakfast In Tok Alaska with my hubby, and then we drove back to our cabin following the Tok Cutoff Road. Along the way I saw a pair of Trumpeter Swans getting their five children ready for the long migration south. I stood and watched a very large cow moose standing up to her belly in a pond, as she raked the bottom for the precious greens that she craves. A lonely little cross fox stood near another pond watching some ducks and swans and looking very hungry. I called out to him, and he turned and looked rather wistfully at me, and then turned and picked his way up the rocky side of a mountain. The Wrangell Mountains never looked better against the deep blue sky, and though I have photographed them many times - I could not keep myself from capturing them from another vantage point.
I awoke to this spectacular sunrise in my back garden & to stand under this amazing sky took my breath away! All I could think of was that miracles do happen!
This was the view from the rooftop of my hotel during my brief stay in KL and I took photos from here at various times of the day. First thing in the morning was my favourite, just before the sun came up and the city awoke.
I awoke at 6.30 this morning and looked out of the window to see mist in the valley, so I ran as if my life depended on it with the Beach Boys song 'Summer's Gone' repeating in my head!
Summer has most definitely gone from Snowdonia, replaced by the beautiful mists of early autumn...bring it on!
seen 11 years ago from a room in the Chateau Granville Hotel. My sister had come to town for the weekend and we awoke to the sight of falling snow, it was very exciting, and it snowed all day, and we tromped around taking in the sights through an opaque blanket of fluttering snowflakes, it was beautiful.
So there is a possibility that we might receive some snow later this week or early next week, well, its the talk of the town. Everywhere I went yesterday while out and about I overheard conversations about the imminent "blizzard". People were "stocking up" in the grocery store, just in case, it was quite funny. And I'm sure that drivers are getting snow tires which we very seldom need here. If we do get some, I will of course be madly snapping away and enjoying walking as it falls. I'm sure many people in the rest of the country are sick of snow and wish it would go away very soon but here in Lotusland it is a rare treat :)
Day 223 2017 365 (C)
Awoke early in the morning and took Max for a walk along the bay. Looking back towards Crovie across the red sandstone pavement. Today we are going to the RSPB Troup Head to see what sea birds can be found. My friend "Dan" who lives in the bay and who is an oceanographer for Scottish Fisheries had contacted me that the area seemed quiet this year with low numbers of puffins, razorbills and guillemots and being late in the season we were realistic as too which species we may see, but a fabulous place to visit at anytime to look over the spreading North Banffshire coastal cliffs......
We awoke too a light coat of snow on the rooftops. The streets are all melted, but it is a step in the right direction.
"Thanksgiving (French: Action de grâce) or Thanksgiving Day (French: Jour de l'Action de grâce), is an annual Canadian holiday held on the second Monday in October.
Outside the country, it may be referred to as Canadian Thanksgiving to distinguish it from the American holiday of the same name and related celebrations in other regions."
Happy Thanksgiving Weekend! Joyeuse Fête du Canada!
After a lovely meal followed by some serious sleep I awoke around 5am to gather my gear and head out to wander around Gerace and see its beauty in the silence of the morning . One place that should not be missed in any Gerace visit is the Bar Cattedrale conveniently attached to Cattedrale Santa Maria Assunta XI secolo and it is home of some of the best granitas in Calabria. This excellent bar not only introduced me to my first granita but also to my first taste of bergamot with a filled brioche and a granita I still think about to this day.
I took this on Sept 16th 2023 with my D850 and Tamron 24-70mm f2.8 G2 Lens at 36mm, 1/100s, f2.8 ISO 6400 processed in LR, PS +Lumenzia ,Topaz, and DXO
Disclaimer: My style is a study of romantic realism and still a work in progress
I awoke this morning to thick fog so decided to capture Emsworthy Mire paddocks and barn, for the second time this week. Was a lovely if very humid morning on the moor with the cuckoos calling and some friendly Dartmoor ponies.
We awoke this morning, to double yellow lines being painted on the corners of the streets. As if parking around here wasn't bad enough! (It only looks clear on the photo because all the naughty cars were told to move, or towed this morning!)
This photo is inspired by Vindaloo, Clodders, Lumpy Golightly, Aspidistra and other glass ball users! Thanks for your inspiration :)
My first PAD with my new camera. Thank you Paul!
(no. 6 in Explore)
I awoke to snow on the ground. I think Mother Nature gave us a April Fool's Day joke. She was just letting us know not to get ahead with spring plans.
Finally a few hours of decent conditions. I awoke Friday morning quite early to that quiet stillness that we get when there has been a decent dump of snow I have had this cops of trees in mind since discovering them during a summer lockdown hike with friends near Crieff Perthshire Scotland and had walked round them then to fined a composition so that when I returned I could go to the best spot. I knew it really need some decent snow. When I arrived I was delighted to see the trees looked amazing with heavily laden branches and a gorgeous soft filtered light. This is when I love photography, Not another person in sight and a gorgeous place, perfect. For a couple of hours I didn't have a care in the world no invasions or covid or deteriorating elderly family entered my head.
Hope you are having a good weekend.
Hope you like the image and enjoy viewing. Ricky
Watching a sunrise, we open ourselves up to the beauty that nature creates, knowing it will never repeat itself just like this again." ~ Jake Rajs
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We (my brother, brother in law Snarkphoto, and 2 nephews) awoke at 3am this morning to drive 160 miles to Cape May, NJ with hopes of getting some Sunrise shots. It was up to me to get us all going. The forecast actually called for rain in the morning with temps in the low to mid 40's, and winds of 35-40 mph. The whole drive in the dark was through wind and rain. Just as the Sun came up we were rewarded with this great Sunrise! An amazing sight and I thought a great opportunity for SP 3/52. Shot this with my 12-24mm and set the camera on the sand with my wallet under the lens to support it (was blowing close to 40mph and the windchill was just around 31 F when I shot this) .. I go in phases with my lenses, and lately I am really digging the wide angle Nikkor 12-24mm f4.
If I had waited too long this morning to get up (or paid attention to the weather forecast), we would have missed this great Sunrise. Stay tuned for more shots from a great day of photography and camaraderie .
This is part 5 of a 9 part photo essay.
I awoke the next day after a good nights sleep. Aside from the northbound manifest, no trains had passed. It was about 45 minutes before sunrise, but since I would be shooting in the canyons, I was going to relax and enjoy my warm sleeping bag, and plan where I wanted to setup. And then I heard it. Over the splashing waters of the Deschutes River, a distant rumble. No. Not now. Surely I'm imagining this. The sound crescendo'd and the squeal of flanges could be heard. It was train time.
The train was a southbound manifest, and I tore down camp as it passed, jumped in the Jeep, and raced after it. Photographic opportunities were limited, but with the sun rising soon, and running some calculations in my head, it appeared that my absolute favorite shot on the Oregon Trunk was in play. While I was disappointed to not bag a new location, my RAW files from this spot had been lost in the great hard drive crash of 2017, so I was happy to get new versions.
My favorite spot on the entire Oregon Trunk is the SE quadrant of the Trout Creek Bridge near Gateway. It gets fairly early sunlight, and is a great view. I made good time there, scooted up the hill, and waited for the train. The sun had just reached the railheads when I pulled up, but slowly and steadily illuminated the scene.
A faint, distant rumble. Were my ears playing tricks on me? There's a horn, so no! Just 5 minutes later, the lead unit appeared, train snaking through the curves of Trout Creek Canyon, ascending to Madras. The train crossed Trout Creek on a medium steel trestle, emerging from the darkened canyon into glorious morning light. The BNSF had certainly rewarded me with a timely train, and while I was slightly disappointed that I wasn't able to bag a new location, seeing trains slug their way up Trout Creek Canyon never gets old. Returning to the Jeep I caught the train again at Madras and Crooked River. They had met the Bend local at Round Butte, so after Crooked River, I returned to Madras to find them.
Doc and I awoke to a winter wonderland this morning - with about three inches of snow on the ground, and it continues to fall.
Our backyard was transformed from autumn to winter in the matter of a few hours, and it looks like the snowplows will be working the roads today - especially in the mountain passes.
As I sit here writing, I can hear Doc shoveling off the path to our cabin door. Pretty soon he'll come inside - stamp the snow from his boots - and grab a cup of coffee to warm his innards. Winter has officially begun in Alaska.
*** UPDATE; Noon - 6 inches of snow on the ground and still snowing. Outside temperature is 25 F. degrees.
I awoke sometime early this morning and was enjoying a cup of coffee. This river looked dark and moody.
Saturday 13 February residents in downtown Vancouver awoke to a healthy blanket of snow - our first and likely only snow event this winter.
Unusual for a Canadian city, Vancouver has relatively mild winters with little snow. Cold air from the Arctic that sweeps over the rest of Canada in winter is typically blocked from reaching Vancouver by the coastal mountain range.
Vancouver has very mild winters by Canadian standards. The average daily temperature during the three coldest months (Dec., Jan., Feb.) is 4 degrees Celsius / 40 degrees Fahrenheit.
Vancouver's winters are very wet, with some rain on 51 days out of 90. On average it snows on only 7 days every winter.
For about nine days a year, Vancouver has at least a centimetre of snow on the ground. Since it rains more than snows during winter, the remnants of a snowfall usually wash away before long.
Sunrise Spitting Trees.....
Yesterday i awoke to an unexpected snowstorm. the weather guys had predicted we wouldn't get any accumulations if any snow at all. Yep you guessed it; they were wrong again. we had about two inches of fresh snow.
I left the house at around 6;30 and went for my usual walk to the park, it was a balmy -18 with the wind chill and I shivered against the chill as the especially strong wind gusted to well over 70 KPH slapping any exposed skin with a bite that actually stung my cheeks and forehead. i wrapped my scarf around my face and pulled down my jackets hood to block the nasty cold wind. undeterred i plodded on. just as i got there the sun was breaking and spreading its warm beautiful light across the horizon. I actually got lost in the moment and for a second forgot how bitterly cold I was, I quickly snapped off several photos and braved on to find more. .
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My first landscape for a few months, well, strictly speaking I guess it's a seascape. When I awoke and saw grey skies I was tempted to go back to bed but glad I made the effort in the end. Sometimes you just have to embrace the gloomy weather,
I awoke this particular morning to the sound of them flying in! They tend to kerrrroooook a lot as they take off and land! I jumped out of bed, threw on some sweats and headed out to the lot next to our home. I'm so glad I did. I love the tail feathers in this shot. Thanks for viewing! =o)
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I awoke around 4:30 on our first morning at Carbreck to a very red-tinged light coming through the curtains and ventured outside in my pyjamas. Britain's northernmost mountain of note, Beinn Spionnaidh, is dimly visible across Strath Dionard on the right.
Stitched from 2 shots.
I awoke at 5am camping last weekend looked out the tent and there was not much to see apart from some clear skies. I drifted back to sleep only to awake 30 minutes later to the whole of Dartmoor covered in hill and valley fog. I was gobsmacked as it drifting over the distant tors like a blanket and filling the valley's of both the East and West dart rivers.
Awakening from the Amphitheatre of Time ©
It seems I awoke, several times over
but returned to the same theatrical scene
is déja vu possible inside a dream moreover,
witness to themes, so much of life's unseen
Winter's chill was oblivious to human torsion
the slopes and shades of daredevils glades
it seemed skiing took away fears dismission
gliding heroically through barriers and blades
a subconscious bas-relief of only dreamlike quality?
it's symbolic of how contingent we all are
upon the bigger picture of Nature's art of equality
ascertaining thus, enabling us to stand together from afar
human emotion is a rich field of continually ploughed weeds
vanity often harvests the best fruits that passion can claim
sold before the light of day, marketing our fears, sows the seeds
for a harvest of complete uncertainty, a yield we're unable to tame
set against neighbours our shortcomings writhe so nightmarish
wrangling season after season a time surely comes
finally following the lay of the land, burying pride so the Earth may reflourish
we who are nidifugous easily loose track of life and what it becomes
if anything is forgiving, it is the nature we always neglect
our biodegradable portfolio awaits the weathering of season's exemplarity
for the perfection we seek is the exclave of long-forgotten respect
bordered by foreign bodies, tolerance is the enfranchisement of singularity
if we may learn anything, it may be that dreams teach more than reality
breaking the mould from daylight's encased social posturing
sleeping journeys afford the courage of convictions impartiality
that society imprisons with the inhumanity it is sculpturing
it's nice to break free, and shatter the cast of governmental seduction
life and loveless corrupt travesties of justice appeal to the dream this time,
that hidden treasure, of a language we all understand: a course of instruction
within this amphitheatre we see a complete life whereby our time is forever in it's prime.
by anglia24
10h00: 29/02/2008
©2008anglia24
Series of five. Awoke to thick fog this morning and chose the only area that did not clear until midday! Certainly the cliffs were interesting with the edge disappearing into the mist! Very eerie! I haven't seen a Whitethroat since last year, so nice to see this very obliging one this morning.
16 F when I awoke this morning. Not really in to winter....but it was a beautiful...very cold morning.
The day awoke radiant to the sound of the Robin
Then all of a sudden a colder front appeared
On the horizon to bring down the curtain
On a long-lost age of vagueness, for certainty's sake
Summarised best by a morning sip of Lipton
On with the Bretagne flavour before the apricot Sun
Fades into oblivion on the 17th like a wayward swing
For critical acclaim wasn't in the forecast
Nor does it appear to be in the offing
Just a neglected pipeline for the economic gutter so downcast
Neither here nor there, or indeed anywhere I haven't seen
Like bread without spread swallowing hard before a foretaste
Of the Winter in wait, placid by name, impolite by Nature
It has icicle claws that see through every defence
Of the fallen crown that leaves nothing to the chance of human conjecture
And by She I will stand! beside Her very evident allure
Spoken tongues seduce the hidden language
Undefinable something's that come with her heaving attraction
I ebb where She flows the Autumnal tumble of dicing figurative's
The number's up, and it's always Hers to collect by abstraction
Her Autumn stance is suggestive, as she wears less and less
From a breeze She let's slip another precious item of Summer's past fashion
That catalogue forever recyclable will return to favour someday
For now, the November Princess is almost nude, yet glowing
Her golden boughs embraced by a mischievous sunrise display
Of affectionate lust or is just a yearning for Her undiscovered départements
The one of her western extreme, of Oceanic dream and theme
She is my Finistère; of cuisine and shipping, of navigable broadcast
Now made naked by one subtle gust, November eyes Her arousal
The icy wind undressed Her thighs so presently Her beauty is unsurpassed
Exposed to whatever elements may be, Her survival is my revival
Of nothing, so much as nothing has a chance
To stand in the way of love, because, to love and never give-in
Is the landscape, the painting, of belief and faith,
And the prize that can only ever truly be found within.
by anglia24
10h00: 16/11/2008
©2008anglia24
The day awoke radiant to the sound of the Robin
Then all of a sudden a colder front appeared
On the horizon to bring down the curtain
On a long-lost age of vagueness, for certainty's sake
Summarised best by a morning sip of Lipton
On with the Bretagne flavour before the apricot Sun
Fades into oblivion on the 17th like a wayward swing
For critical acclaim wasn't in the forecast
Nor does it appear to be in the offing
Just a neglected pipeline for the economic gutter so downcast
Neither here nor there, or indeed anywhere I haven't seen
Like bread without spread swallowing hard before a foretaste
Of the Winter in wait, placid by name, impolite by Nature
It has icicle claws that see through every defence
Of the fallen crown that leaves nothing to the chance of human conjecture
And by She I will stand! beside Her very evident allure
Spoken tongues seduce the hidden language
Undefinable something's that come with her heaving attraction
I ebb where She flows the Autumnal tumble of dicing figurative's
The number's up, and it's always Hers to collect by abstraction
Her Autumn stance is suggestive, as she wears less and less
From a breeze She let's slip another precious item of Summer's past fashion
That catalogue forever recyclable will return to favour someday
For now, the November Princess is almost nude, yet glowing
Her golden boughs embraced by a mischievous sunrise display
Of affectionate lust or is just a yearning for Her undiscovered départements
The one of her western extreme, of Oceanic dream and theme
She is my Finistère; of cuisine and shipping, of navigable broadcast
Now made naked by one subtle gust, November eyes Her arousal
The icy wind undressed Her thighs so presently Her beauty is unsurpassed
Exposed to whatever elements may be, Her survival is my revival
Of nothing, so much as nothing has a chance
To stand in the way of love, because, to love and never give-in
Is the landscape, the painting, of belief and faith,
And the prize that can only ever truly be found within.
by anglia24
10h00: 17/11/2008
©2008anglia24
Doc and I awoke to a beautiful crisp morning, with the outside temperature settled in at 37 degrees F. Doc decided it was a good morning to once again tackle our huge winters supply of wood - by splitting and stacking as much as he could by lunchtime. By the time we got around to sitting down to eat - it was well after one o'clock in the afternoon. With that in mind - we then refer to our late lunch, as "linner".
Big meaty ribs - mashed potatoes floating in butter - and green beans to add a healthy element to our meal. LOL
This morning I awoke to the most beautiful, peaceful New England scene. I LOVE this time of year with the bare bones of winter. These ice crystal formations on our garage window overlooking our yard fascinate me!
In a previous post I have captured a very amateurish video of the gentle snowfall and the birds singing and tweeting, as if to celebrate the heat wave of 20º!
This scene followed after I awoke to find what appeared to be clouds of a monsoon. I breathed a little easier hoping that I had indeed missed the khareef and just see the results of several months of the monsoon in Oman.
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Awoke today to a misty morning and planned to head out with the camera. However, plans were quickly curtailed with an unexpected trip to Aberdeen required. I decided to put the gear in the boot on the off-chance of seeing something en-route but it was just beyond Keith on my way home before I stopped to capture this scene with the sun making a muted appearance through the clag.
Awoke this morning to an incredible scene, the village looked like an enchanted kingdom after heavy overnight snow. A blast of arctic air swept in behind the snow, creating blizzard like effects. I ventured down to the local cemetery where I found virgin snow, no vehicle tracks, not even one footstep. I was the first one in and felt privileged to have solitary access. Everywhere I looked the wind-driven snow swirled about creating weird drifts and patterns in the snow. The early morning sun provided wonderful contrast. I was totally snow-blind in these conditions, unable to see even a single pixel in the review screen. I just bracketed heavily and hoped for the best. This was one of the takeaway images. The shutter snapped just as I was hit with a blast of wind and snow. You can see movement yet there's just enough background clarity to anchor the shot. An added bonus are those two snow rollers at the lower right (and two smaller ones above and to the right of them). Never even saw them until post processing.