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I blame people like us. We take pictures of pretty things in pretty places and share them with the world after all, so what do we expect? Post them here on the pages of Flickr and the chances are that only photographers will see them. But then again so many of us also post our photos on sites where a lot more people see them - pretty people who grin into their phones and post the images to far more followers than many of us are ever likely to have. Guilty Milord.
Well that's what I was thinking to myself yesterday as I searched for the quieter spaces amongst the hordes. It was a bit of a surprise to find so many people here on a Monday, but what we hadn't bargained for was the fact that it was a Baker Day, an occasional school closure day devised by an Education Secretary of yesteryear who wanted to invent something to endorse his passage into the House of Lords with a knighthood before leaving office. They all like to do things like that don't they? Suffice to say, there were far more people wandering around the handful of increasingly famous poppy fields than expected, most of them respectful, but with a noticeable minority strolling in among the flowers as if they somehow thought their footsteps wouldn't cause any damage to this fragile beauty spot. In fact one of you had recently asked me whether it was worth visiting the poppies this year, and a few messages were exchanged on the subject as I held my head in my hands at the sight of the family who took turns to lie down in an already flattened bed just a handful of yards in front of the composition I was busily lining up. And I'll bet their Instagram post gets a load more likes than mine does too. If I were half a head taller and rather more menacing in nature I might have had words, but of course I'm British and I don't like to make a scene. How often I've watched Arnold or Clint in a movie just looking at the bad guys in a certain way, artfully persuading them to move on with nothing more than the raising of a single eyebrow unless they wanted to be turned into toast. "I need your clothes, your boots, and your motorcycle." I wish I could do that sometimes. Most of the time in fact.
Relieved that the world had finally gone back to work, we'd arrived here in the van for the day after a fun packed "platty joobs" (I think I've spelt that correctly) weekend, at times checking in to see how Her Majesty was holding up amid all the excitement. At other moments over the long weekend we wandered across the road, making use of our locals' free entry wristbands to the ever growing music festival that drowns all other sounds from the air around here for three days at this time each year. Of course neither Ali nor I are keen on crowds, but it didn't stop us from making our way to the front row to see what a sixty year old pop star with a penchant for profanities who's spent much of his life shovelling illegal substances into his bloodstream looks like. A fun gig, but although she may be ninety-six, the Queen looks a lot better than Shaun Ryder, bless him. No wonder Black Grape have only made three albums in twenty-nine years.
This year's poppy show also seemed to have expanded, with more fields than ever seemingly painted red, planted by the National Trust who own this patch of land. Maybe it needed to be so in order to accommodate the number of people who seemed intent on visiting. Maybe I'm just used to arriving later in the day when most of them have headed to the Bowgie for their supper. But I'd decided I was going to go low to the ground and concentrate on greens, yellows and of course reds, rather than blues, making the sky all but an irrelevance. I've shot that classic view more than once before, and so have many others, so this time I preferred to concentrate on the small details right in front of me. Not for the first time I used the long lens that seems to work so well here, and I'm still wondering whether the 100-400 might have been an even better option. I had the crop camera with the art lens in the bag too, but that's where it stayed.
What did surprise me when I saved my raw files into my online drive was the fact that it was my first visit here since 2018. And there was I thinking I came here every year. So it seems that I may not be responsible for the arrival of the masses after all. It must be you then. Although I've just done it myself again haven't I?
Alamosa, CO - One of the great things about the Monte Vista Sandhill Crane Festival is that there are also many other things to see and photograph in the area. This male Great Horned Owl was guarding the nest while his mate sat on her eggs ...
Acompañado de mi amigo Dario y con el horizonte a flor de piel, nos decantamos por bajar un poco más abajo con la finalidad de dar una entrada más limpia a la imagen.
Nos decantamos por una larga exposición para dar una mayor sensación de calma a la imagen, la marea alta nos había dejado el escenario preparado para disparar.
El sol comenzaba a calentar el ambiente, las estrellas nos habían dicho adiós, el espectáculo de la luz comenzaba; así que sólo nos quedaba disfrutar e inmortalizar el momento.
Having pitched my tent earlier than expected in La Fouly, Switzerland, I decided to add on an extra little adventure to get up a little closer to the Glacier de l'A Neuve. I was certainly glad of my efforts as only 500m higher than the campsite, which was at 1600m, the landscape was much more wild and rugged. Not long after this image was taken, the weather changed quickly. The summits became enshrouded in cloud and the heavens opened up. I made it back to camp in the nick of time. Switzerland is an incredible country and one that I would be very happy to spend a lot more time.
OK, raise your hand if you expected a moose in my ungulate series. I suspect there are lots of raised hands out there :-).
We found this nice bull in my favorite moose hotspot in Colorado. He was heading toward us and after this shot, it was time to retreat to the car.
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La vita è una straordinaria avventura nell'ignoto... e spesso le cose più belle sono proprio quelle inattese, come un arcobaleno che spunta, improvviso, in mezzo al cielo
Foto vicino casa, qualche mese fa
#arcobaleno #rainbow #clouds #cielo #sky #unexpected #inatteso #pioggia #sole #rain #colors
Scallop dove deep into the grotto to explore not expecting to meet a huge Moray Eel. “Well aren't you a big one… Didnt mean to invade your home, just passing through.” The mer cautiously said to the eel before making an immediate exit.
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Journal entry No.1 April 16, 1883 – In tales whispered around flickering fires, for generations that cave was always a place of legend. As if hidden by the earth itself, kept secret from the world above to preserve the life-force within. The stories passed down speak of flora and fauna that are illuminated by the power of this lush cavern, the grotto walls themselves glittering with energy, but more interestingly tell of a great stag at the heart of it all that gives the gift of life itself. But that’s a legend for you. Every dangerous expedition starts out with one of those. Well, time to pack up. Let’s go see what we find.
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The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails. William Arthur Ward.
William Arthur Ward (December 17, 1921–March 30, 1994) was an American motivational writer.
Wind is the flow of gases on a large scale. On the surface of the Earth, wind consists of the bulk movement of air. Winds are commonly classified by their spatial scale, their speed, the types of forces that cause them, the regions in which they occur, and their effect. The strongest observed winds on a planet in the Solar System occur on Neptune and Saturn. Winds have various aspects: velocity (wind speed); the density of the gas involved; energy content or wind energy. The wind is also a critical means of transportation for seeds, insects, and birds, which can travel on wind currents for thousands of miles.
In human civilization, the concept of wind has been explored in mythology, influenced the events of history, expanded the range of transport and warfare, and provided a power source for mechanical work, electricity, and recreation. Wind powers the voyages of sailing ships across Earth's oceans. Hot air balloons use the wind to take short trips, and powered flight uses it to increase lift and reduce fuel consumption. Areas of wind shear caused by various weather phenomena can lead to dangerous situations for aircraft. When winds become strong, trees and human-made structures are damaged or destroyed.
Winds can shape landforms, via a variety of aeolian processes such as the formation of fertile soils, such as loess, and by erosion. Dust from large deserts can be moved great distances from its source region by the prevailing winds; winds that are accelerated by rough topography and associated with dust outbreaks have been assigned regional names in various parts of the world because of their significant effects on those regions. Wind also affects the spread of wildfires. Winds can disperse seeds from various plants, enabling the survival and dispersal of those plant species, as well as flying insect populations. When combined with cold temperatures, the wind has a negative impact on livestock. Wind affects animals' food stores, as well as their hunting and defensive strategies.
The wind is caused by differences in atmospheric pressure which is mainly caused by temperature difference. When a difference in atmospheric pressure exists, air moves from the higher to the lower pressure area, resulting in winds of various speeds. On a rotating planet, air will also be deflected by the Coriolis effect, except exactly on the equator. Globally, the two major driving factors of large-scale wind patterns (the atmospheric circulation) are the differential heating between the equator and the poles (difference in absorption of solar energy leading to buoyancy forces) and the rotation of the planet. Outside the tropics and aloft from frictional effects of the surface, the large-scale winds tend to approach geostrophic balance. Near the Earth's surface, friction causes the wind to be slower than it would be otherwise. Surface friction also causes winds to blow more inward into low-pressure areas. Source Wikipedia.
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(43 years ago for this...one of the best albums of all time..Alas, where has the music gone?)
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I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
-- e. e. cummings
Those who know the way I play golf would expect a round with me to be colourful. My attitude is all or nothing which almost always results in a rather poor score. Occasionally it can also result in the use of some colourful language as well.
Thankfully the nature of my play during todays round of golf wasn't the only colourful aspect of the game. There were superb displays of fly agaric mushrooms to be found throughout the course. This particular one must have been nine inches in diameter.
Expect almost two hours of jousting, swordsmanship, thrilling hand-to-hand combat, displays of extraordinary horsemanship and falconry as part of an exciting yet touching story set in Medieval Spain.
I wasn't sure what to expect out of our first trip to Sand Dunes National Park. I knew I wanted to beat the crowds and I knew I wanted the light to be special. Driving at night was a plus as well in missing most all traffic! So from Castle Rock to the Sand Dunes was about 3 1/2 hours. We got to the Dunes at around 4, 4:30ish with an hour to go for Sunrise. We overestimated a little haha! But we'd rather be early than too late and planned some flexibility in there. Having never been there I had no idea where to go from the parking lot lol it was pitch black still! Gradually as the light starting seeping in, I could see the beautiful outlines of the dunes. Surprisingly it was pretty cold! Going out into the water I opted to take my shoes off because I didn't want to get my shoes all muddy. Stepping into this creek felt like I put my feet into an icy bucket of water lol. By the end of our time here my feet were literally numb. SOOOOOO worth it though. I have so many different takes but wanted to share this one because of the sunrise colors on the Medano Creek surge. There was just so much beauty going on while trying to compose my frames. I'm sure you know that giddy feeling when the magic is happening and its like a kid in a candy shop - where do I began??! I DID calm myself down lol and I worked through the views I most wanted to compose. I took some with a much lower exposure but honestly just didn't like them as much. The churning, chunky waves of this water are called a "surge flow". It's a rare phenomena when the creek water flows in waves across the sand just like an ocean. The LE frames don't show this beautiful sight as well although they are beautiful. Then you have the Sangre de Cristo mountains with snow still on the peaks towering above the silky sand dunes. Do you see what I mean?! I opted to try and include all of it in this one frame... I'm not sure how well it worked. I'm not 100% happy with it compositionally speaking... but I love it for my own memories sake because it captures the best parts of this experience. My 3 yo who is an early bird went out with me and is standing right next to me for this shot. :) Eventually my other sleepy heads got up and we walked this shore as a family with the golden and pink light coming up over the horizon. Over the sand dunes on the left the sky changed to a brilliant purple hue that transitioned into this pink. It still leaves me breathless as I type. So backstory is that I never wanted to go to the Dunes before (haha!) I'd seen other pictures of them and I just wasn't impressed... it looked hot... boring. I take it all back ;) Also out of our entire trip to Durango the kids all say the Dunes were the best part. We ended up stopping again on our way home which landed us there about noon. It was a completely different place with hundreds of people on the shores and packed out parking lots. Thankfully the space is huge and it's not hard to walk off and find a quiet spot. We played in the water which was 100% warmer in the heat of the day than it had been for this picture at 5:30 in the morning. We climbed some of the dunes but by that time the heat was enough to make us call it a day and pack up for the next 3 1/2 hours home. I also have pictures of it during the day.... I think I may write a blog post for the trip so I can include different aspects ... What do you think? Well I just scrolled up and saw this is a book already. Thank you for those who have left such positive and engaging comments on my last picture. It means so much to me. Thank you as always for listening to me :)
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Rachel
Lake Varese (Italy)
Ti ho atteso ancora, anche se non sei venuta per me.
Ho portato i miei sogni … si sono mischiati alla brezza
e cercano di raggiungerti.
Le luci si accendono e segnano una presenza;
La loro scia si inoltra nell’acqua.
noi ...
Possiamo sentirla, possiamo ignorarla …
ma non possiamo dimenticarla.
Ci si accorge sempre di te.
Sei un richiamo dell’anima,
sei la sera che conclude il giorno.
I expected you still, even if you did not come for me.
I brought my dreams ... they got mixed up in the breeze
and try to reach you.
The lights come on and mark a presence;
and we ...
Their wake it forward into the water.
We can pick it up, we can ignore it ...
but we can not forget it.
One always sees you.
You are a reminder of the soul,
you are the evening that concludes the day.
note to self, take your tripod and macro lens...Me "i don't need that stuff, there's nothing that would require that stuff..." me later, dang, i'm cold but i should take my butt back to this place, and do it right...i drove off, warming up as i left..
Bloody Foreland - Brinlack, Gweedore, County Donegal, Ireland
Sometimes I get the feeling that no matter where in Donegal I travel to capture photos….. I’m carefully being watched 👀 Being followed by cows, sheep, goats & birds has become the norm for me. So expected that if I travel to a landscape and there are no animals gazing at me, I feel like there is something wrong or there’s a wolf hiding in the field or something 😂
After this photo was captured, I gave the cows a good auld pat on the nose and a hand full of freshly pulled grass as a thank you 🐮
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Surf, Sand, and Rocks. © Copyright 2021 G Dan Mitchell – all rights reserved.
Rocky islands and peninsulas surround a small bay at a southern oregon beach.
This photograph is the partner of another from the same location that I posted recently. This spot is along the lower coast of Oregon, not too far above the northern California border. We had been visiting the California coastal redwoods in the upper part of the state, and we decided to make a day trip across the border and up that coast. We had no specific goal in mind — well, not beyond finding a place for breakfast along the way — so we just headed north to see what we would find.
We were not expecting to find any particular “icons,” we were freed to stop at whatever seemed interesting. I don’t know that name of these formation, and my only way of identifying them was to record a mileage marker along the route. The large stone features here stand in shallow water — in some places literally on the beach. I chose the vertical format for this photograph to emphasize the view across the beach and the little bay between the rocks, leading the eye to the distant horizon and fog bank.
G Dan Mitchell is a California photographer and visual opportunist. His book, “California’s Fall Color: A Photographer’s Guide to Autumn in the Sierra” is available from Heyday Books, Amazon, and directly from G Dan Mitchell.
EXPLORE. November 25, 2008.
Mé·lange (\mā-ˈläⁿzh, -ˈlänj\).
French, from Middle French, from mesler, meler to mix
: a mixture or assortment
: a mixture often of incongruous elements
Sometimes I get lucky with my photography. I get to "paint" with light and colours. :)
HBW!!!
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Some street photography from downtown Hamilton, Ontario. Didn't expect to find this at the back of an old building.
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I'm never quite sure what to expect these days as I hop on my bicycle for an evening ride. Riding gives me a much greater appreciation of the space in which I live. Makes me recall having the same feelings in my younger teens as I traversed the streets of my town by bike. I got to know every detail on every street. It's a much more intimate knowledge than you can ever develop driving in a car. Riding the bike, I slow down or stop wherever and whenever I please. I get to know the houses and yards that I pass, and the people I see out walking. It's all quite enriching. And if it stopped there, I would be fully content. But it does not stop there. At any moment, the familiarity of my surroundings can get upended by some jaw-dropping scene or situation. And it's almost always something that I would have been blissfully unaware of had I remained at home. This has become one of my photographer's mantras over the years. I've simply never taken a memorable photo from my easy chair.
The bike ride last evening is a case in point. Routine at first, but as I neared the local cemetery, this incredible sky came into view. For the umpteenth time this summer, I was faced with a scene that seemed completely implausible. One of those moments when I can't completely believe what I am seeing. I rode out into an open area, dismounted, and simply stood and gawked at the sky. Sunsets like this are dependent on the clouds to reflect sunlight even after the sun is below the horizon. It's a highly dynamic process as the clouds move as the sun dips ever lower. The colors actually deepen as the sky darkens. There is always a key moment when everything is in perfect balance. Last evening, this was that moment.
You would expect to see another lighthouse from Maine but... i wanted to post another look of Owls head light! I took this photo from the stairs that lead to the lighthouse and i tried to incorporate in the frame the visitors (which bothered me on the previous capture). I hope you like it!
Θα περιμένατε να δείτε φωτογραφία από έναν ακόμη φάρο του Maine... Τελικά αποφάσισα να ποστάρω μία ακόμη φωτό του Owls head. Η συγκεκριμενη είναι τραβηγμένη από τα σκαλιά που οδηγούν στη βάση του φάρου και είναι μια προσπάθεια να ενσωματώσω στο κάδρο τους επισκέπτες του φάρου (που στην προηγουμενη λήψη με ενοχλούσαν). Ελπίζω να σας αρέσει!
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