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Garrapata, Big Sur, California
On a foggy evening the restless waves advance, return, and churn in Soberanes Cove.
Another interesting part of Cape Perpetua is the Devils Churn, a 200 foot long crevice in the basalt. It's about 80 feet wide at the ocean opening and narrows to a few feet wide at the end. This spot is about half way along the channel. It's most dramatic at high tide, but this scene was taken when the ocean was trending toward low tide. Even so, it was quite a sight to see and hear the waves roaring down the narrow passage.
While straddling rocks this afternoon at Gwithian the falling tide decided to have one last go at coming back and churning up the sand and then my feet..........
Waves crash through a long narrow chasm in the volcanic rock at Devils Churn at Cape Perpetua in Oregon. The chasm is about 100 feet long; this is one section of it.
Happy Wave Wednesday!
The Churún River is a river in Venezuela, part of the Orinoco River basin. It is located in Canaima National Park and a tributary comes from the Angel Falls, which are the world's tallest single-drop waterfall.
This picture doesn't quite do justice to how big this chasm is. The water is probably 20 or so feet below the camera here, and every few seconds a huge wave rolls in and crashes against the canyon walls. The sound is incredible
. . . You know the waves are powerful when you look out at Lake Michigan and see the sand from the bottom dragged all the way up into the developing wave! Yet the steel metal beach protectors remain unphased!
This 2 second time exposure was taken near Michigan's most photographed lighthouse, Point Betsie. Have a great week Facebook, Flickr, and 500px friends!
Churn Creek Reservoir at Shawnee State forest is left over from the CCC days when the men built roads and bridges that are used today. This reservoir has a problem and is scheduled to be drained and abandoned this summer. Located about a half mile up a hollow on the Appalachian Plateau in rural south central Ohio.
Somewhere deep down in a forest or a mind, a river flows like an enraged whim. Every now and then, earthly colors of her agony peep through her rage. Rambunctious and unapologetic, she does not care about tomorrow. You see, today is a good enough excuse for the river to slam her fragile dreams against those hard rocks purfling her path.
In her path, shifting like shadows, a few plants have reared up like innocent audacity. Their tender roots siphon life from the lifeless bedrocks, and they weave new dreams with shards of broken ones. Holding the wind in the shiver of their silent spring leaves, they sway to the river's wrath and dreams of a warm tomorrow.
Together, somewhere deep down in a forest or a never-narrated story, the river and those plants brave their churning wilderness to live another day, one day at a time.
It’s easy to do, sit in front of Lightroom and try to conjure up some art, but I have zero enthusiasm. Yesterday I ventured out to a local wood I hadn’t visited before, but my head was else where. What seemed like a slow recovery for Toby from his sickness on Friday came to a stop when he was sick again yesterday morning, so another vet visit. It would seem his kidney condition has inevitably got worst, but you don’t like to think that way. Although the little chap made an amazing recovery from his illness in July, over the last month his decline has been obvious. His long early walks have now finished and is reduce to a short walks around the local park, these are at a snails pace where he sniffs his way only breaking into a trot to get the right spot for a poo, but there’s still signs of enthusiasm. I’ve seen a decline in his appetite, again expected, the vet is always preparing us for the inevitable but we are not stupid he’s nearly 17, we know. It still doesn’t lessen the heartache and anxieties, Carla uncharacteristically started to shed tears at the vets on Friday and making the appointment yesterday. Last summer we both held it together well with Oscar but when it happened it broke us and it’s still very raw, so with Toby the emotions are showing rather too easily. Todays photo is from 3 weeks ago, a bit handheld play with a new toy which I may talk about someday. Anyway I’ve had more satisfaction trying to write down my feelings that any photography.
Some fleeting sunset light along Oregon's coast. Each time I've been to this particular area for sunset it's been low tide or close to it so I can only imagine the drama at high tide. It's a bit hypnotic watching the ocean waves hit the basaltic lava and create beautiful patterns with its outgoing flow. Low tide does afford the opportunity to inch just a bit closer to the edge without too much risk of getting soaked but you never know when those sneaker waves will getcha! ;-)
The best structure I saw this past spring was this gorgeous supercell southeast of Lamesa. For a few moments there, it resembled the one I shot near Booker, Texas back in 2013.
And as I've said before about May 31st, it was fantastic to see a storm like this on a marginal day when we didn't have a lot of hope. That's why you chase, you just never know!
A simple milk churn taken close up and from an unusual angle - captured with an android phone.
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