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A bright cold misty afternoon and the van offers cold comfort at the end of this slick, muddy track.
Eos6D - ISO 200 - 1/160sec - EF70-200mmF4 @ f/11
Taken from Rushup Edge, this image shows part of the Peak District at the moment when the sun began to burn away the mist and frost that had cloaked the land since early morning.
Cold but not as cold as the north of Sweden where they had -37.4 C the other morning and that being the coldest November day since 1980
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I can't remember what possessed me to drive to Lexington at the end of December. But as always, it was worth the trip.
One of the small falls of the White Blazes on the Eddy Loop Trail in Simsbury, Connecticut is shrouded in ice but still continues to flow. Split down the middle with the flow of water. VIEW IN LARGE SIZE!
Getting up close to these were amazing.
A nice morning on Kinder with a Stephen Powers. It was cold, very windy and the sky was clear but there were nice patches of ice about. Too windy for a tripod and struggled to get sharp images but think this came out ok.
In fact, the coldest morning in the last 15 years or so (-7 centigrade, which is unusual for Hertfordshire). Leica M8, Elmar (collapsible) 4/90.
On the cold winter eve of January 25, 2020, an eastbound BNSF freight crosses a frozen Trout Creek over Bridge 55 as night approaches over the Clark Fork Valley at Trout Creek, Montana.
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A cheeky shot taken on the jetty at Port Stanley.
For those who may be interested, my Journal entry for this day:-
So good to wake to calm seas this morning; we were in Port Stanley harbour. Up for an early breakfast because I was on the first of many shore excursions to see the Bluff Point penguins. We were ferried ashore by barge and greeted at the dock by a cheery woman named Stella who drove us out of town to a rendezvous point. There we were broken into groups of four and loaded into Land Rovers for a cross country bush bash to Bluff Point.
My driver was a man named Eric Goss, unfortunately I was with three women from Puerto Rico, they seemed to have limited English and Eric had no Spanish. I was seated in the back of the Land Rover where it was impossible to have any real conversation with Eric.
At Bluff Point we were greeted by Wardens who pointed out the penguins which were surrounded by small white flags on a slope that fell away towards a bleak bay. There was no escaping a freezing wind, nor the bitter cold. There were three miserable gatherings of Gentoo Penguins on the slope, with not a sign of a King Penguin, which for me were the real attraction.
I scouted around, took photos until my hands froze, and then headed over a windswept knoll towards the Sea Cabbage Café and gift shop. Here we were served warm drinks and home made cakes, I bought postcards and stamps. The home made handicrafts and jams couldn't tempt me.
Expecting the pick up point would be where we were dropped, I headed back over the knoll to where the wardens stood huddled beside a Land Rover. To my delight and relief, four King Penguins stood out in the open without the protection of little white flags. I got a few shots before the penguins headed away from me down hill towards the bay. A Warden called to me, the message was clear, I'd gone too close, but I had my photos and no harm was done.
A convoy of Land Rovers appeared and headed for the Sea Cabbage Café. I was in the wrong place, but my mistake had delivered photos of King Penguins. Eric didn't arrive for a good ten minutes, and when he did, he offered me the passenger seat in the front. There was no need to ask questions of Eric, he talked about his life in the Falklands all the way back to the rendezvous point.
Stella was waiting for us at the rendezvous point, this was clearly a well oiled operation. She drove us back to Stanley where we had the option to be dropped at the edge of town and walk the five blocks to the pier, or she'd deliver us to the pier. The wind made my choice a no brainer, at the pier I found a souvenir shop where I bought a collared t-shirt and a set of Falklands coins. There was nothing to see and few places sheltered from the cold and wind.
The Falklands Authority shop offered wi-fi for £5, which seemed expensive to me, but they had large long tables where people could sit. I wrote my postcards, bought a second t-shirt while what I really wanted was a sweat shirt, but they had nothing in my size. Stanley impressed as a cold and windswept place devoid of trees; there was no option other than to escape to the warmth of the ship and lunch.
Alas, i am still looking through old images in the hope of finding potential shots previously discarded that may still be worthy of a fiddle in lightroom. So i am now back to Iceland shots from my visit last year. Hoping to go again next year but traveling iceland solo looks like an expensive experience!!! :-(
The prevalent winds in the Northern Hemisphere blow over the Great Lakes, picking up moisture, and dump large amount of rain or snow on the coastal counties. This is known as "lake effect". A good example is the Buffalo NY area where they have record levels of snow on a regular basis.
Here is Northern Michigan, we have our "snow belt" where higher amounts of snow are expected. This is highway 131, south of Petoskey where, for a few seconds, the road was visible! And yesterday, the temperature didn't get warmer than -16 C.
If you plan on keeping a kennel of 75 plus dogs, and also plan on entering the big races here in Alaska - you'd better like the cold. Just booting up your team for a training run, can numb up your fingers until you can hardly maneuver the Velcro needed to keep those booties on their little canine feet.
If you plan on taking out just 14 dogs, that means you will boot up 56 times. Brrrr . . .
*( The 20/21 Iditarod is scheduled to start on March 6, 2021 in Anchorage. As I write, Anchorage has plenty of snow - but who knows what kind of weather will hit between now and then. Keep tuned . . .)
After an oddly difficult climb up the snow covered embankment, and multiple falls, I raised my freezing red hands and clicked the shutter. Worth it.