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This miniature vase is by mid-century ceramicist Cliff Stewart, who primarily worked in Claremont, California. It is hand-incised Cliff Stewart and was found in nearby Pasadena.
It was overcast and cloudy today, as we hiked the Misery Trail to the top of Smith Rock, summit 3,300 feet and meandered back down around Monkey Face following the Crooked River back to the bridge and parking lot. This place inspires me and leaves me awestruck. It pulls you in like a magnet. I didn't want to leave forced out by fatigue, cold and darkness. Hiking, mountain bike riding and of course, premier rock climbing. Although, you can't see the climbers due to the magnitude of this rock, they are out there in dozens crawling up and down faces while talking, laughing and communicating with eachother.
Wikipedia: Smith Rock is a state park located in central Oregon's high desert near the towns of Redmond and Terrebonne. Its sheer cliffs of tuff and basalt are ideal for rock climbing of all difficulty levels. Smith Rock is generally considered the birthplace of modern American sport climbing, and is host to cutting-edge climbing routes. It has over a thousand climbing routes, many advanced. Some areas are bolted.
The park contains the first U.S. climb rated 5.14 (extremely challenging). The area is well-known for its challenging climbing routes so eventually all top climbers visit. Between 1992 and 2009, about 500 new climbing routes were added.
In addition to the world-famous rock climbing, Smith Rock State Park is host to many miles of hiking trails, the meandering Crooked River and views of the volcanic peaks of Oregon's Cascade Range. Thank you, Wikipedia.
An early wakeup and hard slog to the start of the trail...except it was scenic drive with an excellent coffee stop in the late morning.
Can't go past taking in this scenery even if technically I could still touch the car!
Remarkable Cave carpark.
ISO100 f8 1/250 32mm x7 PS/LR
A view looking south from the top of Hope Hill in Shanklin with the town's beach and promenade clearly visible whilst on the right is the cliff lift for those less able to climb the hills up from the seafront.
The Cliff Hanger ride allows show-goers at the Sydney Royal Easter Show to simulate the sensation of hang gliding.
Olympic Park, Sydney, 2007
Taken in 2011.
The low cliff (or big dune) behind Nauset Light Beach in Eastham on the Cape Cod National Seashore.
Had a chance to get to the Sunset Cliffs area of San Diego last night...the marine layer had thickened so there wasn't alot of color.
Looking towards the pier from the West Cliff clifftop promenade in 1980. The pier is in the middle of a major refurbishment that took place between 1979 and 1981.
The white building with the blue window frames is the Bourne Bay Hotel on the corner of Beacon Rd. It was borne out of the original Beacon House built in the mid 1860s, and was demolished in the mid 1990s by which time it was known as the Bay Hotel.
The cream building further down had been part of the Southcliffe Hotel, a large hotel made up of neighbouring buildings, that occupied a very prominent cliff top location, overlooking the West Beach. By this time it was Sutherland Court private apartments, or at least that's what i think it was, either way, it was demolished to make way for the Bournemouth International Centre in the early 1980s.
Down the bottom of the hill, part of the Pier Approach Baths building can be seen.
In the distance, over on the East Cliff is the Albany tower block on East Overcliff Drive, built in the mid 1960s, it's main entrance is in Manor Rd.
Headed down to the Sea Cliff Bridge near Coalcliff with Bruce, Chris and Ray this morning. We had hoped the cloud would disperse a bit so that it would light up the bridge a bit - but this was not to be. The sunrise was fairly ordinary, at least in the direction my camera was pointing - so to B&W this goes.
Nikon D800
Zeiss 50mm f/2.0 Makro-Planar
Lee 0.9 Soft GND, Lee 0.9 ND
4-shot pano stitched in CS6
Best viewed large.
Crossing the Nullabor: Campsite, under the full moon, on the Bunda Cliffs, Great Australian Bight, S.A.
Painting acrylic on canvas,size 40+50 cm,2015.The cliffs by the sea are so beautiful, the seascapes are especially wonderful.
On our way to Las Vegas, we took a detour to see the Natural Arches National Park. On the way there, we took what seemed like a very narrow back road. Get this! The map was actually wrong about what road we should have taken to get to this back road, though my husband is so smart about directions that he had a feel the map was wrong even before we took the wrong road that would have led us to nowhere.
Despite this near debacle, what was kind of cool about this road is that the scenery was unimaginably beautiful, probably because it was off the beaten path, though one couldn't tell by the pictures I took since a blue haze seemed to permeate all of them. However, after I took these pictures into my graphics programs and played with the brightness and contrast functions, out popped all of the color I'd hoped to exhibit in them. For I'd never seen such a green river before. I read along the way that it was the Colorado. At times, it looked downright emerald; and the water seemed to be so still that perfect reflections could be seen along the river banks. Also the green seen up along the cliff in front is not grass. It is dirt, which is probably why the river was so green, being my first time ever seeing green dirt.
The amazing thing about these red rock cliffs was that they were so red they looked purple at times. Moreover, the black rock edging looked blue because it was so black. I wondered if this was shale I was looking at... I had no idea. Nevertheless, the way the colors played on each other was mesmerizing; and though snow was dappled here and there, spring had begun to come to life in the deadened shrubbery around it, waking from its long winter's nap.
When I look at this picture, I'm reminded of how Jesus is the Rock and, through all He did for me, He covers me with His Heavenly Water, Blood, and Breath...as this mountainous rock did this little haven. Inside the cove, He has created a spring of His massively wonderful love--even in the midst of the rock. This is where He, the Holy Spirit, and the Heavenly Father invisibly and silently come to me often in my mornings when the troubling haze of unbelief is lifted to share this love with me as we sup together in God's Kingdom. As I play with the contrast and brightness of this love, it also makes His Word pop out in multifaceted colors to me, bringing new life in His Word to me.
These times of mountaintop worship remind me of when Jesus would often be found going off silently to a mountainside by himself to pray and commune with His Father and the Holy Spirit. Afterward, Jesus was empowered to do mighty things (though that wasn't the reason He sought those intimate moments alone. It was solely a wonderful side-effect.) In this particular situation after a mountaintop time, mentioned below, He began to walk on water and actually encouraged one of His disciples to have this same kind of massive faith to walk on it with Him:
After he had dismissed them, he [Jesus] went up on a mountainside to pray. When evening came, He was there alone, but the boat was already a considerable distance from the land, buffeted by the waves because the wind was against it.
During the fourth watch of the night Jesus went out to them, walking on the lake. When the disciples saw him walking on the lake, they were terrified. "It's a ghost," they said, and cried out in fear.
But Jesus immediately said to them: "Take courage! It is I. Don't be afraid."
"Lord if it's you," Peter replied, "tell me to come out on the water."
"Come," he said. (Matthew 14:22-29, NIV)
Jesus' faith was so contagious that he led not only Peter to walk on the water but also led him and John and James to go up on a mountainside with Him to experience what He would experience on those mountaintop moments with His Father and the Holy Spirit:
After six days Jesus took with him Peter, James and John up a high mountain by themselves. There he was transfigured before them. His face shone like the sun, and his clothes became white as the light. Just then there appeared before them Moses and Elijah, talking with Jesus.
Peter said to Jesus, "Lord, it is good for us to be here. If you wish, I will put up three shelters--one for you, one for Moses and one for Elijah."
While he was still speaking, a bright cloud enveloped them, and a voice from the cloud said, "This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased. Listen to him!"
When the disciples heard this, they fell facedown to the ground, terrified. But Jesus came and touched them. "Get up," he said. "Don't be afraid." When they looked up, they saw no one but Jesus. (Matthew 17:1-8, NIV)
Though we were and usually are in such a hurry to get home to our busy little lives after experiencing such beauty in the physical and sometimes even in the spiritual, someday in God's great mercy and grace, we'll be actually able to stop and enjoy the kind of breathtakingly gorgeous scenes that He has waiting for us. This will come to be when the dulling haze of this life is lifted before us and instead the bright and vivid colors of Heaven will envelope us. No longer will my conscious time with Him be spent enjoying His invisible qualities and sporadic mountaintop moments; instead, I will get to enjoy Him eternally without stop completely Face-to-face in true picturesque perfection that far surpasses the beauty of these red rock cliffs.
© Copyright 5-7-2009 Victoria Tribby
Falaise d'Aval à Etretat prise à proximité de la chapelle Notre Dame de la Garde.
Aval cliff of Etretat, taken near the chapel Notre Dame de la Garde.
Klifo de Aval en Etretat, fotita ĉe la kapelo Notre Dame de la Garde.
Probably the best picture I got of the cliffs. I later saw this exact same shot in an inspirational calendar at a gift shop.
Snæfellsjökull park. Snæfellsnes peninsula.
Uniquely-formed remnants of ancient basalt volcanic dikes sticking out from the sea.
Londrangar and the hill Svalthufa are the remains of a crater, which has been eroded to its present form by the sea.
The farmers in the area never made or make hay on the hill, because it is said to belong to the elves living in the area.
Younger lava fields surround this old crater ruin. The higher pillar (75m) was first climbed in 1735 and the lower (61 m) in 1938.
Below the hill you may find Thufubjarg cliff where according to a folktale the poet Kolbeinn Joklaskald had an encounter with the Devil.
On these cliffs, puffins and fulmars have their nests.
Went back to the Cliff swallow nests again today to attempt to try to photograph some. Didn't get many good shots, but I am getting closer to the desired shot...
Chester being held on a tight leash while up on the Spring Canyon Point (just above the Green River) in Moab Utah. Probably a good 1000 feet up from the river.