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We had a great sky day yesterday and as often happens, I had to sit and watch most of the action through a dirty office window. But, once 3:00pm hit, I was outta there with camera in hand. I drove out to one of my favorite country roads and sat for at least 45 minutes, just watching the pretty skies go by. They eventually all passed and I headed home but around 7pm, I noticed the skies turning all interesting again so off I went. The skies overhead were a gorgeous spring blue but off to the East, the clouds of drama were churning with darkness. I can't really explain it, but the drama of a developing storm makes me feel so alive.
Oh yeah, I have been doing some learnin' lately and to make a long story very short, I ditched my Skylight 1-A filter. The color difference was amazing and I'm kinda having to adjust my processing a bit so bear with me as I sort it all out.
Camera: Canon EOS 30D
Lens: Canon EF-S17-55mm f/2.8 IS USM
Focal Length: 17 mm
ISO Speed: 100
Aperture: f/7,1
Shutter Speed: 1/200 sec
Strokkur (Icelandic for "churn") is a fountain geyser in the geothermal area beside the HvÃtá River in Iceland in the southwest part of the country, east of Reykjavik. It is one of Iceland's most famous geysers, erupting about every 4–8 minutes 15 – 20 m high, sometimes up to 40 m high.
An incoming storm churns the surf at Montaña de Oro State Park, California
Awaiting a sunset that never happened, the light was nonetheless good enough to preserve the colors in the rocks.
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I was quite excited as I left Durham last Friday for a long weekend at Topsail Island and a chartered fishing trip off the coast... I just knew that there was a tuna, dorado, or blue out there with my name on it. My excitement was tempered somewhat because I knew Hurricane Leslie was churning only a few hundred miles out to sea. Leslie was actually downgraded to a tropical depression late that Friday, though that's still no consolation. Such storms are still quite powerful and potentially destructive, and often whip the ocean into a frenzy... sure enough, we got the call at 5 am the next morning from the boat captain. I rarely get calls that early in the morning that are good news, and as far as our fishing trip was concerned, this one followed suit... small craft advisories were out, with 8-foot swells where the Topsail Sound and the Atlantic meet. Even a fair-sized boat would likely capsize in those conditions... and the next day was destined to be worse. Oh, well, better safe than sorry... and this is far from being the first of such a letdown. In Septembers past, vacation plans have often come to a screeching halt, particularly because September is a very active month for Atlantic storms.
North Carolina is no stranger to hurricanes... historically, it has been the target of some of the most destructive storms ever recorded. Those storms are often the added "insult to injury" from lesser, though still impactive hurricanes that occurred within a few weeks earlier. We were set for a Labor Day weekend at Topsail Island in 1996, the very day Hurricane Fran came ashore. A 12-foot storm surge and high winds did incredibly extensive damage to the island, but not just there. Hurricane Bertha had hit the state a few weeks earlier, leaving an awful lot of rain in its wake... the ground was still saturated when Fran dumped 16-inches of rain in Durham. With sustained winds in excess of 70-mph as it approached the central part of the state, it didn't take Fran long to uproot thousands of oaks, poplars, and pines from the compromised soil. I had worked rather late that Friday, and I remember it was a somewhat harrowing drive home with trees laying across the interstate highway... I'd never seen anything like that before. I spent that night awake for the most part, listening to transformers explode throughout the city. The power stayed out at my place for over two weeks before it was restored. The next day, and for days afterward, I went, with chainsaw in hand, to clear roofs of fallen trees and to set out tarps over the damaged structures. Two years later, Hurricane Floyd would follow similar conditions set up by Hurricane Dennis as it dumped 15-inches of rain throughout the state. Floyd moved fast through the state, but not before it dropped an additional torrent of 19-inches, exceeding the 500-year flood conditions for the Tar River, as well as the Neuse, Roanoke, Waccamaw, New, and Cape Fear rivers. The resultant flood devastated eastern North Carolina... the Coast Guard performed some 1700 fresh water rescues, mostly of people stranded on rooftops as the flood surged. My church set up a huge tent, afterwards, as an outdoor kitchen using catering equipment to feed folks in one of the worst hit areas, Belvoir... it stayed up and in use until that December.
Though we didn't go fishing this weekend, the weather did improve for a good time at the beach, though this ominous sky hanging overhead on Friday evening would indicate otherwise. There's still a fish with my name on it out there, and its days are numbered, destined for a charcoal grill and some mesquite smoke... but that's a story for another time.
Watching the waves churned up by the cruise ship is mesmerizing and hypnotic. This is somewhere on the Adriatic Sea about half way between Venice and our first port of call in Corfu. Sea days (when there are no ports of call) are very relaxing and you can take all the time you want to just watch the waves - I guess that's why they call it vacation....
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Reminded me of travelling to Devon or Cornwall for family holidays in the 70's seeing these churns. To keep us occupied, the game was to spot the milk churns on their platform by the side of the road first, whereupon you would sing out "churns" at the top of your voice. Of course, that was how the milk was collected back then from the end of the lanes to the farms, in the South-West.
A fully overhauled and recently painted D8188 approaches Hampton Loade on the SVR with a couple of vans - a repositioning move following a Gala the previous weekend. Saturday 29.3.14
This was the third of three becks to cross before I headed up one of the ridges to the higher tops. Having managed to cross all three without too much incident I stopped here for a bit of refreshment before the main ascent began.
I have taken my daily medication
To get inside my memory
Deepen within my potential
To where I rationalize and celebrate
Our systems continue to struggle
Our projects seldom achieve
But I have not lost hope
As we will never accept failure
Steeped towards belief
As an enterprise
Secure the conditions for lasting success
Honest, forthright and determined
Scent each risk to secure your claim
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In spite of being very busy with framing my upcoming show, I managed to process this guy from Devil's Churn.
Cape Perpetua really made an impression on me, when I visited it for the first time about a month ago. I feel like that in the few hours I was there I just scratched the surface of this fantastic section of coast.
Strokkur (Icelandic for "churn") is a geyser located in a geothermal area beside the HvÃtá River in Iceland in the southwest part of the country, east of ReykjavÃk. It typically erupts every 6–10 minutes. Its usual height is 15–20 metres, although it can sometimes erupt up to 40 metres high.
A view of some rapidly changing storm clouds moving through Southern Wisconsin on on a warm summer evening.
HDR - 3 exposures tonemapped in HDR Efex Pro
A solar prominence rose up along the edge of the sun and twisted and churned for about two days before falling apart (Jan. 23-24, 2017). The dynamic action was generated by competing magnetic forces. The images were taken in a wavelength extreme ultraviolet light that observes activity close to the solar surface, perfect for capturing prominences, which are notoriously unstable clouds of plasma suspended above the sun. Credit: Solar Dynamic Observatory, NASA.
On a very moody morning at South Cronulla, the water from Port Hacking churned around this isolated rock.