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Random view from the dark back alleys of Venice - a backlit slipper shot in an otherwise unlit walkway
Cotterdale Beck has several other smaller falls in its course before joining the Ure, but Cotter Force is the largest. The force is not visible from the road, but it takes only a short walk to reach it. It comprises a series of six steps each its own small waterfall with the largest single drop being about 5 feet (1.5 m). The force is narrower at 13 feet (4 m) at the top widening to 43 feet (13 m) at the bottom. A short path allows easy access from the A684 near Holme Heads Bridge approximately 2 miles (3.2 km) west of Hawes.
The artist J. M. W. Turner sketched here in July 1816 for his Yorkshire Sketchbook. The noted 19th-century etching artist Richard Samuel Chattock is known to have created two works of Cotter Force in 1864. Both etchings now reside in The Fine Arts Museum of San Francisco.
Taking the Pentax on a little mooch around the garden hunting for some colour - I think I found some!
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Drove past this scene yesterday in bright sunshine with a blue sky and the big Horse Chestnut stood out so well , however , got back there with a camera and no car to grab a shot and today is right grimsel & grey with everything looking well flat . Idea ! I have the little TZ60 with me so take a shot with that and it will let me do a colour pop on all of the brown/copper coloured leaves leaving an otherwise B&W shot behind .
Mi antorcha de luz, referente etéreo y eterno donde recalo cuando el agua bajo mis pies desaparece dejando ver sólo tierra yerma sin justicia ni sentido, cántaro al que cantar y contar secretos, deseos, rabias y el miedo a esa voraz oscuridad gélida e implacable.
My torch of light, ethereal and eternal reference where I end up when water under my feet disappears, revealing only barren land without justice or meaning, pitcher to which I sing and tell secrets, desires, rages and the fear of that voracious, icy and implacable darkness.
When I was looking for Autumn colour last week I found a few nice leaves to photograph, but rather than shoot any on the ground I hunted around for something different to present them by, then I spotted a cleft between branches in a tree, the light in the background was good too as it lit through the leaf somewhat.
I think the leaf is a Whitebeam shot hand held.