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By now we’d been roaming the sands of Vestrahorn for at least a couple of hours. We’d stood on top of dunes, waiting for the moment as we attempted to catch the entire range with wide angle lenses. Unhappily, I’d just discovered that my polariser had cracked and crazed at some point earlier in the day, rendering itself almost completely useless unless I opened the aperture wide enough to let a bus through. We’d puzzled over the reflections on the rather too empty tidal lagoon that sits between the dunes and the Viking village at its base, wondering exactly where the water that supposedly replenishes it on a daily basis came from. After all, it was almost high tide and the incoming sea showed not even the faintest sign of sweeping in with a few thousand gallons of extra supplies to top things up. At some point in the afternoon we’d gradually wandered off in separate directions to focus our attentions on different subjects. I’d been to the shore and back twice, the second time earning a welly boot full of Atlantic Ocean for my troubles – although I’d have happily accepted double helpings and a second soaking sock in exchange for the results that were on offer. If by that time we’d packed up and headed to Hofn for a three course refuelling exercise we’d have been happy enough. As long as the fermented shark wasn’t on the menu. What’s all that about? I’ll have the salad with extra lettuce please.
But having ticked three large and urgent boxes with varying degrees of success, and with no real idea where Lee was, I decided to wander the short distance over the darkening black sand, where I then stood on top of yet another dune – just for the fun of it and to see what I could see. For a moment you just have to pause, take in the scene from your own personal grassy atoll, and pinch yourself. In fact for much of the fortnight I kept saying to myself “flipping ‘eck, we’re actually in Iceland!” The excitement at just being in this country never loses its lustre, and that’s not just because of the Goulash they serve at the Ice Cave Restaurant in Vik either. Don’t forget to top it up with as many free croutons you can without causing unnecessary embarrassment. As I watched the world for a few moments, enjoying the magnificence and contrasting the view to the big grey shroud that covered everything around me three years earlier, the shot before you began to take shape. The light was starting to intensify, as soft lilac blues stood out against the black sand and the golden grassy dunes. Silhouetted figures strolled silently at the water’s edge, some stopping to gaze out across the empty ocean before them in this dream filled landscape. It’s a place that draws many visitors of course, but even so there’s enough space to claim a dune for yourself without fear of being crowded.
And isn’t it helpful when the couple at the water’s edge are so considerate as to stand still for long enough to allow you to catch the movement of sky and sea and smooth away distractions? Obviously one or two other fun seekers in the scene had to be airbrushed for the sake of simplicity, but you can’t have it all without breaking a few eggs along the way. I even had to remove a tripod wielding tog, although in my defence he got the place to himself in another shot a few moments later, when the lovers themselves were unceremoniously removed. I’m sure the gaggle of clackers over to the right of us on the rocks at the edge of the beach were delighted that he was standing in the middle of their compositions, and I expect that there was more than a hint of content aware fill taking place in editing suites across the globe a few days later.
It was close to the end of daylight by now, and the group of raw files taken here make up the sixth of seven folders from Vestrahorn that day, in itself a reflection of the number of possibilities the place offers. Every direction in which you look finds you framing the scene as you try to isolate the compositions you know are lying in wait. It’s a place where your imagination can run riot, while you run from one place to another searching for your perfect dune shaped companion under the ever changing light. Even the ruler straight track from the beach to the café might find you muttering at passing cars under your breath as you try and get a clean long exposure in the moments before the purple dusk arrives. After all, what more could you want than a perfectly formed and grand yet pleasingly compact mountain range, standing over a volcanically charged black beach covered in swishy tufts of golden orange wherever you look? Overly popular? Yes. Photographed to the point of distraction? Very probably true. Utterly jaw dropping at first, second, third and fourth sight? Well, yes, absolutely it is.
This shot was taken with the same old Leica lens that I used for the shot of St Paul's Cathedral that I posted a few days back. It's a 90mm lens but when I adapt it to use on my Olympus Micro 4/3s camera, with it's crop sensor, it effectively becomes a 180mm lens. Using a telephoto lens that long will inevitably introduce a lot of compression into an image and you see that phenomenon very clearly here. The chimney tower on the right, which stands on top of the Tate Modern museum, is approximately 250 meters away. Meanwhile the slightly taller Shard building on the left is approximately 1100 meters away (distances measured in Google maps). The Shard is 306 meters high, the Tate chimney tower is 99 meters high.
Approaching the town of Sibley, BLOL 7591 is about to pull into the grain facility to finish loading there grain train for the NS at Gibson City
Ship at a far distance from the shore and the sky framed by this interesting tree at the mouth of Duffins creek on Lake Ontario in Squires beach this autumn , Martin’s photographs , cropped photograph , Ajax , Ontario , Canada , November 3. 2021
Milkweed seed pods
Shrubs
Oak tree
Large Oak tree
Trees
Twilight
Stones
Reflections
Reflection
Dogwood
Frisco storm channel
Orange yellow Tamarack tree
Duffins trail
blue sky
cloud cover
yellow Tamarack tree
Tamarack tree
Ship at a far distance from the shore
American Larch tree
Beautiful Nettles and it’s flowers
Nettles
Lake Ontario waterfront trail
Black eye Susan’s
Colourful bird houses
Autumn
Monotropa a plant that lacks chlorophyll
Shadows
Reflections
Ship
Large mushroom
Bird houses
Autumn
Duffins creek
Discovery bay
cropped photograph
closeup photograph
Martin’s photographs
Ajax
Ontario
Canada
November 2021
October 2021
Duffins creek
Favourites
IPhone XR
Mushroom
Large Mushroom
wildflowers
Clouds
Lake Ontario
Mouth of Duffins creek
white Deadnetles
River
Dogwood
Favourites
White Trilliums
Unique shaped tree
Duffins marsh
Duffins trail
Ferns
Trilliums
IPhone 6s
Large tree
M100 is at a distance of 56 million light-years in the constellation Coma Berenices.
This galaxy is not the easiest object for me to image as it only reaches a maximum elevation of 35 degrees from my light polluted backyard.
Imaging Telescopes Or Lenses
Celestron C11 SC XLT
Imaging Cameras
Canon EOS 6D (modified) ×
Mounts
Sky-Watcher AZ-EQ6 PRO
Filters
IDAS LPS-P2 50 mm
Software
Adobe Lightroom · Aries Productions Astro Pixel Processor (APP)
Acquisition details
Dates:
April 4, 2024
Frames:
150×15″(22′ 30″)
Integration:
22′ 30″
Avg. Moon age:
24.65 days
Avg. Moon phase:
24.60%
Ok, put down my macro lens and decided I'm only going to use my zoom lens for awhile. Not as good but considering from how far away I took the shot I guess its fair.
Seen in EXPLORE #46
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From a distance the world looks blue and green,
and the snow-capped mountains white.
From a distance the ocean meets the stream,
and the eagle takes to flight.
From a distance, there is harmony,
and it echoes through the land.
It's the voice of hope, it's the voice of peace,
it's the voice of every man.
From a distance we all have enough,
and no one is in need.
And there are no guns, no bombs, and no disease,
no hungry mouths to feed.
From a distance we are instruments
marching in a common band.
Playing songs of hope, playing songs of peace.
They're the songs of every man.
God is watching us. God is watching us.
God is watching us from a distance.
From a distance you look like my friend,
even though we are at war.
From a distance I just cannot comprehend
what all this fighting is for.
From a distance there is harmony,
and it echoes through the land.
And it's the hope of hopes, it's the love of loves,
it's the heart of every man.
It's the hope of hopes, it's the love of loves.
This is the song of every man.
And God is watching us, God is watching us,
God is watching us from a distance.
Oh, God is watching us, God is watching.
God is watching us from a distance.
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Have a WONDERFUL day my friends!!!
Sirius in the constellation Canis Major is about 8.6 light years (50 trillion miles) from Earth. That’s relatively close considering the Andromeda Galaxy is 2.5 million light years away. Alas, I was hoping for a clear night sky.
Do you see it now?
In her eyes?
The distance.
You've lost her.
While you were busy taking her for granted she drifted...
..a million miles away.
We went down to Shirley Moor today only to see the rear end of the Barn Owl off in the distance. This is another of my photos taken yesterday.
Still driving and striving as fast as he can
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up
And long ago somebody left with the cup
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
"The distance" Cake
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texturas de ana librillana - dulce ,
Los girones de niebla enredan
mis ojos, mis manos y mis pies
dejando el corazón inerme
como pino solitario
entregado a la contemplación.
Desde la cima el páramo
parece el pezón del cielo azul
que amamanta el milagro de la vida
en la cuna de silencio y luz.
Humilde brota el agua
de líquenes y piedras
como si salieran del alma de la tierra
un raudal de sentimientos
que cabalgan sobre el lomo
de las lágrimas.
Abajo el pueblo en su algazara
olvida el trabajo de los árboles
que soportan la negación de los colores
en el arco iris del carbón.
Sólo los niños que juegan en el prado
detienen el ritmo de la ronda...
Miran la montaña oculta por la niebla
y presagian que sin páramos ni árboles
se detendrá para siempre su canción.
Efraín Gutiérrez Zambrano
Suggestions for SL activities to fill the gap, featuring items from [QE] Designs, S-Designs and freebees from the Stay at Home Club. Info & links on my Blog ~ aznanasfandangles.blogspot.com/2020/04/qes-d.html