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...Mostly windy with a chance of skull and brief periods of love.
Another wip. Need to clean it up and paint up a frame for it.
Click on image to view on black in the light box.
When I posted the photo of the '31 Packard Roadster earlier today (previous photo), I said this would not be a good day for driving it with the top down. This is part of our back yard, late this afternoon (about 6:25 EDT). Earlier in the week, Richmond weather forecasts called for as much as 3" of snow tonight, but that was revised down to "up to 1 inch" as of yesterday, and this morning, the forecast no longer included snow for today or tonight, but did say we could have "snow showers" Monday morning -- no mention of accumulation. We've had some snow flurries off and on much of the day, sometimes mixed with rain and sometimes just rain, but it started to snow in earnest a little while ago. When I took this, we had about 2 inches of snow, and it was still coming down. (I took a shot at 1/10-second to try to show the falling snow better, but I didn't hold still enough to get as sharp a picture as I wanted; this was shot at 1/25-second. I tried making the snow whiter, but it didn't look natural -- after all, it was snowing pretty hard at the time, and it was nearly 6:30; viewing in the light box helps, though.) The forecast now gives us a 90% chance of snow. Think that might be overly cautious?
This painting is from 19th century England, but it could also be tonight's Santa Fe weather forecast. Stay safe and warm, everyone! #oracle #winter #snow #seasons #blizzard #art #artist #painter #painting #instaart #instaarthub #artgram #artgallery
Video here - youtu.be/pXTnZSGnnjU
A’Mharaconaich
Heavy snow had fallen all morning but the forecast was for this to clear to blue skies by the afternoon so I headed up the A9 hoping the gritters had been out. Luckily they had and they had done a great job as the snow was lying thick at the side of the road. Leaving my wife with the decent car (i.e. the one with winter tyres) so she could get about back home, I had a rather non wintry rear wheel drive car with summer tyres! Due to this I decided not to risk getting stuck in the Balsporran cottage car park and pulled in about a km west at a layby that had been cleared.
The snow shoes were on from the start as the snow was about 20cm deep as soon as I left the car. I crossed the rail line and then the river and crossed what would have been a bog with the snow shoes on. Headed for A’Mharaconaich I quickly reached is NW ridge and started heading up. As I had started late (about 2 pm) I only had a few hours of daylight and was keen to get up and down before darkness (and the next weather front) got me!
The going was helped greatly by the snow shoes and I was soon battling a gale as I reached a flat area before the final pull. The ice axe came out here and the snowshoes were off as I battled up the final slope to the summit. The winds were blowing a mesmerising spindrift across the surface and it made for some spectacle. The sun was dropping now and the shadows lengthening so I didn’t linger. A hefty snow storm had engulfed Ben Alder behind me so I was off like a shot and soon descending the way I had come up!
A grand few hours on the hill and the snow shoes got another outing
With the forecast showing a sunny day ahead I made the hour drive down to Emsworth in Hampshire to visit the very tame and reliable Spotted Redshank that's now returned for it's eleventh year. Anybody that wants to visit, I strongly recommend reading www.emsworthwildlife.hampshire.org.uk/x-spotted-redshank before your visit as it gives an insight into the birds habits and movements.
After a bit of a nightmare where I took around 500 shots without applying the microadjustments my lens needs the camera seemed preform very well again.
Looks like this one is turning from a Cat 1 storm to a Tropical Storm, which will peter out and become a Tropical Depression somewhere south of Vietnam.
Taken this morning on Achill island, Co. Mayo, Ireland at 11.50am. Where did the seasons go? And to top it all the cuckoo had me up half the night calling! Strange times ....
Forecast for the rest of Wednesday :
Max 32
Partly cloudy.
Chance of any rain: 0%
photographed with iPhone XR
..and the rain arrived. After the blue skies of dawn this was a bit of a shock.
Taken from Ilam Moor Lane, Staffs
Saturday, 24 October 2020: our temperature at 11:00 am is -13C (windchill -19C). Forecast to get up to -11C this afternoon. The sun is trying to come out. A few more inches of snow fell overnight. Sunrise is at 8:16 am and sunset is at 6:23 pm.
As you can probably tell, I am digging into my archives, both recent and old, for photos to post. Our temperatures the last few days have definitely been winter temperatures. Can't wait for the next six months to be over!
On 29 September 2020, I decided to drive out to the Kananaskis area of the mountains. A familiar drive, apart from the nasty overpass confusion on the southern edge of the city. For the second time in a week, I ended up going in a direction that I most definitely did not want to go in. It took a lot of back-road driving to eventually get to a main highway going south. At the end of the day, I knew there was no way I wanted to face that overpass again, so I had a long drive cross-country over to the main highway that goes north/south. I did find a few things that I hadn't seen for a number of years, that I couldn't remember if I had taken photos of previously or not. A total drive of 384 km.
Normally, I don't do so many long drives, but I did want to get out and capture the glorious fall colour before it all fades away. Here in Alberta, the main colour of fall is yellow, with an occasional tree or bush that is orange or even red. On a sunny day, the yellow leaves still colour the city and countryside. This day, I noticed that the leaves on some trees were already beginning to lose their colour.
Having already done a lot of driving this past week, I knew roughly how far I wanted to travel this day. The Pikas were near the top of my mental 'wish list', and I was lucky enough to see one in the short time I stayed there. It came down the scree slope close enough for me to to get half a dozen photos, so I was happy. A few members of the Bighorn Sheep herd were down near the bottom of the mountainside when I arrived, and I watched as they climbed all the way up to the top of the mountain. Such nimble creatures.
These little Pikas/Rock Rabbits are only 6-9 inches long and are usually seen far away, running backwards and forwards over the scree (talus) slope that they call home. Very occasionally, one happens to come closer, usually for just a quick moment.
"The American Pika is a generalist herbivore. It eats a large variety of green plants, including different kinds of grasses, sedges, thistles and fireweed. Although pikas can meet their water demands from the vegetation they eat, they do drink water if it is available in their environment. Pikas have two different ways of foraging: they directly consume food (feeding) or they cache food in haypiles to use for a food source in the winter (haying). The pika feeds throughout the year while haying is limited to the summer months. Since they do not hibernate, pikas have greater energy demands than other montane mammals. In addition, they also make 13 trips per hour to collect vegetation when haying, up to a little over 100 trips per day." From Wikipedia.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_pika
A couple of short YouTube videos in case anyone wants to hear and see these absolutely cute creatures:
When I reached one area that I wanted to photograph, a large sign was warning people that there were multiple bears in the area. I only needed to walk a few steps, but the word 'bears' was in my mind.
A few quick stops to photograph a few of my favourite peaks were all that I managed. For most of the drive, there always seemed to be at least one vehicle behind me whenever I wanted to quickly stop. Not even a weekend, but there were so many people wanting to hike at this beautiful time of year. Ha, this time last year, we were dealing with a dreadful snow storm!
The weather man is calling for 4-8" tomorrow......
This lovely, fragrant Viburnum is next to a bench in my garden and there's another one not too far away. On a breezy day, they fill the yard with fragrance....assuming of course Spring ever arrives!
We decided to go for a city break rather than sun in Tenerife again this September. Other than a few days in the North East we haven’t been away since last March and wanted a change and hopefully some sun. The problem is getting flights from the north of England to the places we want to go to. We chose Valencia as we could fly from East Midlands – which was still a pain to get to as it involved the most notorious stretch of the M1 at five in the morning. In the end we had a fairly good journey, the new Ryanair business class pre-booked scheme worked quite well and bang on time as usual. It was dull when we landed with storms forecast all week, the sky was bright grey – the kiss of death to the photography I had in mind. I was full of cold and wishing I was at work. It did rain but it was overnight on our first night and didn't affect us. There has been a drought for eleven months apparently and it rained on our first day there! The forecast storms didn't materialise in Valencia but they got it elsewhere.
You May notice discrepancies in the spelling of some Spanish words or names, this is because Valencian is used on signs, in some guide books and maps. There are two languages in common use with distinct differences. There may also be genuine mistakes - it has been known!
Over the course of a Monday to Sunday week we covered 75 miles on foot and saw most of the best of Valencia – The City of Bell Towers. The Old City covers a pretty large area in a very confusing layout. There was a lot of referring to maps – even compass readings! – a first in a city for us. The problem with photography in Valencia is that most of the famous and attractive building are closely built around, some have poor quality housing built on to them. Most photographs have to be taken from an extreme angle looking up. There are no high points as it is pan flat, there are a small number of buildings where you can pay to go up on to the roof for a better view and we went up them – more than once!
The modern buildings of The City of Arts and Sciences – ( Ciutat de Las Arts I de les Ciencies ) are what the city has more recently become famous for, with tourists arriving by the coachload all day until late at night. They must be photographed millions of times a month. We went during the day and stayed till dark one evening, I gave it my best shot but a first time visit is always a compromise between ambition and realism, time dictates that we have to move on to the next destination. I travelled with a full size tripod – another first – I forgot to take it with me to TCoAaS! so It was time to wind up the ISO, again! Needless to say I never used the tripod.
On a day when rain was forecast but it stayed fine, albeit a bit dull, we went to the Bioparc north west of the city, a zoo by another name. There are many claims made for this place, were you can appear to walk alongside some very large animals, including, elephants, lions, giraffe, rhino, gorillas and many types of monkey to name a few. It is laid out in different geographical regions and there is very little between you and the animals, in some cases there is nothing, you enter the enclosure through a double door arrangement and the monkeys are around you. It gets rave reviews and we stayed for most of the day. The animals it has to be said gave the appearance of extreme boredom and frustration and I felt quite sorry for them.
The course of The River Turia was altered after a major flood in the 50’s. The new river runs west of the city flanked by a motorway. The old river, which is massive, deep and very wide between ancient walls, I can’t imagine how it flooded, has been turned into a park that is five miles long. There is an athletics track, football pitches, cycle paths, restaurants, numerous kids parks, ponds, fountains, loads of bridges, historic and modern. At the western end closest to the sea sits The City of Arts and Sciences – in the river bed. Where it meets the sea there is Valencia’s urban Formula One racetrack finishing in the massive marina built for The Americas Cup. The race track is in use as roadways complete with fully removable street furniture, kerbs, bollards, lights, islands and crossings, everything is just sat on the surface ready to be moved.
We found the beach almost by accident, we were desperate for food after putting in a lot of miles and the afternoon was ticking by. What a beach, 100’s of metres wide and stretching as far as the eye could see with a massive promenade. The hard thing was choosing, out of the dozens of restaurants, all next door to each other, all serving traditional Paella – rabbit and chicken – as well as seafood, we don’t eat seafood and it constituted 90% of the menu in most places. Every restaurant does a fixed price dish of the day, with a few choices, three courses and a drink. Some times this was our only meal besides making the most of the continental breakfast at the hotel. We had a fair few bar stops with the local wine being cheap and pleasant it would have been a shame not to, there would have been a one woman riot – or strike!
On our final day, a Sunday, we were out of bed and down for breakfast at 7.45 as usual, the place was deserted barring a waiter. We walked out of the door at 8.30 – in to the middle of a mass road race with many thousands of runners, one of a series that take place in Valencia – apparently! We struggled to find out the distance, possibly 10km. The finish was just around the corner so off we went with the camera gear, taking photos of random runners and groups. There was a TV crew filming it and some local celebrity (I think) commentating. Next we came across some sort of wandering religious and musical event. Some sort of ritual was played out over the course of Sunday morning in various locations, it involved catholic priests and religious buildings and another film crew. The Catholic tourists and locals were filling the (many) churches for Sunday mass. Amongst all of this we had seen men walking around in Arab style dress – the ones in black looked like the ones from ISIS currently beheading people – all carrying guns. A bit disconcerting. We assumed that there had been some sort of battle enactment. We were wrong, it hadn’t happened yet. A while later, about 11.30 we could hear banging, fireworks? No it was our friends with the guns. We were caught up in total mayhem, around 60 men randomly firing muskets with some sort of blank rounds, the noise, smoke and flames from the muzzles were incredible. We were about to climb the Torres de Serranos which is where, unbeknown to us, the grand, and deafening, finale was going to be. We could feel the blast in our faces on top of the tower. Yet again there was a film camera in attendance. I couldn’t get close ups but I got a good overview and shot my first video with the 5D, my first in 5 years of owning a DLSR with the capability. I usually use my phone ( I used my phone as well). Later in the day there was a bullfight taking place, the ring was almost next to our hotel, in the end we had other things to do and gave it a miss, it was certainly a busy Sunday in the city centre, whether it’s the norm or not I don’t know.
There is a tram system in Valencia but it goes from the port area into the newer part of the city on the north side, it wouldn’t be feasible to serve the historic old city really. A quick internet search told me that there are 55,000 university students in the city, a pretty big number. I think a lot of the campus is on the north side and served by the tram although there is a massive fleet of buses as well. There is a massive, very impressive market building , with 100’s of stalls that would make a photo project on its own, beautiful on the inside and out but very difficult to get decent photos of the exterior other than detail shots owing to the closeness of other buildings and the sheer size of it. Across town, another market has been beautifully renovated and is full of bars and restaurants and a bit of a destination in its own right.
A downside was the all too typical shafting by the taxi drivers who use every trick in the book to side step the official tariffs and rob you. The taxi from the airport had a “broken” meter and on the way home we were driven 22 km instead of the nine that is the actual distance. Some of them seem to view tourists as cash cows to be robbed at all costs. I emailed the Marriot hotel as they ordered the taxi, needless to say no answer from Marriot – they’ve had their money. We didn’t get the rip off treatment in the bars etc. that we experienced in Rome, prices are very fair on most things, certainly considering the city location.
All in all we had a good trip and can highly recommend Valencia.
The weather forecast was good and it was a Bank holiday Monday so I took a chance for a day out on the ESR having ducked out of the gala the previous weekend due to abysmal weather. The only engine in steam was the recently restored Ivatt 46447 but I had a few hours of lovely chocolate box sunny photography. The East Somerset is a very difficult line to photograph on running East West with few vantage points on the sunny side of the line. Best photography to be had in the earliest trains of the day before the sun moves off the front of the east facing engines.
Our local newspaper is usually on top of all the issues and so is their cartoonist.
Let's hope the weather forecast is correct - we really have been having the warmest winter and spring on record. Does not augur well for summer.
IC1545 Milano C.le - Lecce, con una composizione particolare, E444R 071 in testa, materiale Eurostar City, un ritardo di "appena" 40 minuti.......e un meteo che è tutto un programma!!!!
IC1545 C.le Milan - Lecce, with a particular composition, E444R 071 head, material Eurostar City, a delay of "only" 40 minutes ....... and a forecast that says it all!!
With a promising weather forecast and the Friday inbound working having run I decided to head up to North Blyth to pick up the Saturday alumina working.
I was rewarded with clear skies and a high tide. GBRf's 66740 'Sarah' was at the helm for the long journey north with the 6S45 North Blyth to Fort William.
11th November 2017.
The Isle of Portland is the signature view from here. Some days it looks so close you could swim there. Some days the sea mist is down and you can't see it at all. Today, clouds were scudding across the sky bringing occasional short-lived downpours.
East Glacier, Montana. But Luna's serves up a great piece of huckleberry pie for breakfast! Or lunch or dinner, I suppose.
Bird migration forecast maps show predicted nocturnal migration 3 hours after local sunset and are updated every 6 hours. Colorado State University and the Cornell Lab of Ornithology currently produce these forecasts.
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Lots of birds in the air tonight, although migration will be interrupted by a large band of thunderstorms.
© Austin Sullivan 2010
The forecast predicts it's going to be raining all week :(
But it hasn't rained in a long time, so the grass needs it.
Planning on posting a bird shot from a photo shoot tomorrow!
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"It's gonna be hot!... and wet! That's nice if you're with a lady, but ain't no good if you're in the jungle!" — Roosevelt E. Roosevelt, Good Morning Vietnam
I just heard that European insurance carriers are no longer willing to insure ski resorts at altitudes under 6,000 ft.
Michael Hanley, Head of Digital Communications, Member of the Executive Committee, World Economic Forum and Philip Tetlock, Leonore Annenberg University Professor in Democracy and Citizenship, Wharton School, University of Pennsylvania, USA and Molly Crockett, Associate Professor of Experimental Psychology, University of Oxford, United Kingdom at the Annual Meeting 2017 of the World Economic Forum in Davos, January 18, 2017
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