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Final resting place of the train ferry "Mashu-Maru", now replaced on the often stormy route from Honshu to Hokkaido by a tunnel.
Hakodate, Hokkaido, Japan
Lots of grey skies here again this week so haven't been able to get out and take photos so thought I would upload a couple of shots of my favourite beach when there was the most amazing sunset. I took loads of shots but didn't want to bore you with them all so just a couple!
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Thanks to Steve www.flickr.com/photos/amblekingrat for taking me here, a place I've always wanted to see. It was a fleeting visit on a long trip with a group from the ARamblewithAmble. The light was generally rather poor with occasional splashes of silver light, but I couldn't pass it without a shot. Even in the grey and gloaming there was a huge sense of presence and history and I came away with a sense of awe and mystery, a feeling that the castle keeps it secrets tightly within. As we drove away a rainbow appeared to left of the castle. A sight I'll never forget
I had never been happy that the times i had visited this tree because the loch was pretty low, so revisited it this morning as, after the recent rain, I knew the levels would be up... and the light was lovely... reflected off the Arrocher Alps in the distance..
After what seems like ages since a good sunset last week was amazing with the most wonderful sunsets I have seen for many years - so yet another sunset shot taken at Rhossili Beach.
There are just some days when you cannot fail to get decent shots... this day was one of those, this is the 15th post from that wonderful morning on loch Ard... other days.... nothing!!
GhostWorks Texture Competition #1
Texture ~ Skeletal Mess
nach Mitternacht !
could it be gloaming?
Großglockner-Gipfel
Der Fotopoint ist nur bei Sonnenlicht / Mondlicht aktiv !
Fazination Alpengipfel Europa Nationalpark Hohe Tauern !
Ein Fotograf ist immer unterwegs !
A photographer is always on the go!
im Hochgebirge : Alpen Europa !
in the high mountains: Alps Europe!
Mein Motto : sehen bemerken festhalten teilen zeigen = bratispixl
私のモットー：共有ショーの保留通知を参照= bratispixl
My motto: see notice hold on share show = bratispixl
شعاري: انظر تعليق الإشعار على سهم المشاركة = bratispixl
Мой девиз: см. Уведомление, удерживайте на шоу show = bratispixl
Ma devise: voir l'avis de mise en attente de l'émission = bratispixl
The evening afterlight illuminates a September sky over Casares, Andalucía, Spain.
Like many Andalucian hilltop towns, the centre and its fortifications date from the Moorish occupations in the 12th century.
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• 4k • This shot above was taken with my own photo-suite [ ALPHA Photography Suite 2020 V5 ] • ReShade 4
(Explore #376: Oct 26, 2008)
My hubby, Ted, feeding his beloved trout as the sun goes down over Bluebird Estates, Alberta, Canada
A portrait of the sunset scene at the Crow Stones in the Peak District.
A fabulous evening out with John Bleakley on the remote moorland above the Derwent Valley. I had wanted to visit this location for quite a while and agreed to meet up and make the journey after spending the earlier part of the day on my own in the Alport Valley a few miles West of here.
The weathered gritstone rocks here are just enthralling to wander around. Just wished we had been a bit luckier with the sunset, which was dashed at the end by the clouds on the horizon.
Such an iconic S. California scene, palm trees swaying as the Blue Hour of the end of the day has arrived, as the station lights have just turned on! In Explore May _31 2025
In the gloaming of an age now forlorn, by the sombre lake shrouded in mists that seemed as the very breath of spectres, did the maiden encounter the last of the unicorns. Vast was its form, like unto the ancient oaks of the forest primeval, and yet it bore the mark of impending doom as plainly as the crimson hues of sunset foretell the darkness.
The maiden, whose spirit was touched not by fear but by a solemn wonder, approached the beast, whose silhouette was like a mountain 'gainst the wan light. With a visage pale and eyes that held the fading starlight of eons, the unicorn regarded her, a ponderous sorrow deep within its gaze.
"Fear not, mine approach," it spake, its voice a solemn echo from an age when the earth was young. "But hark, for in mine passing, shadows long banished will, like vengeful spirits, return to walk 'pon the earth once more."
The maiden, steadfast in the face of such foreboding words, placed her hand upon the unicorn's alabaster mane. A single tear, like a diamond, fell from her eye, a silent ode to the end of an era.
As the first blush of dawn did paint the heavens, the unicorn's breath grew shallow, and a profound stillness fell upon the place. Its once resplendent form grew ethereal, and with a final, shuddering breath, it faded from the mortal plane, leaving naught but the darkling air heavy with the scent of wisteria and the echo of an ancient sorrow.
The maiden arose, her countenance now wrought with a grim resolve. In her hand, she found the horn, now a thing of darkness, a remnant of the light that once was. It was cold, and an insidious whisper emanated from it, a whisper that seemed to speak of truths best left unspoken.
With the first rays of sun now obscured by a sudden, unseasonable fog, the maiden returned to her hamlet. Yet upon her arrival, she perceived an unsettling change. The streets, once filled with the gentle clamour of daily toil, lay silent as the grave. The townsfolk wandered as wraiths, their eyes vacant, their words but hollow echoes of their former selves.
In her heart, the maiden knew that the death of the unicorn had heralded the beginning of a darkness most profound. The wisdom it had bequeathed in its final breath was not a boon but a portentous burden. And as she walked through the shadows of her once vibrant village, with the unicorn's horn in her grasp, she understood that she was the bearer of an ancient legacy—now turned to curse, as the darkness it once held at bay enveloped the world in its silent, oppressive pall.
Hythe. A blurry iPhone snap taken while I was listening to Ukrainians talk about today's grim events.
This image was composed during an early-evening hike around Quarry Lake near Canmore, Alberta. Why not add a few wandering elk to the wonders of 'gloaming time'?
Prairie wildflower season is here! Went out last night to check out a local nature preserve and got lucky with a nice sunset.
There are certain times of the day that I just love, particularly in Spring and/or Autumn, when the day is coming to an end, there is this vibration I pick up that is pretty much impossible to describe, other than to say, that, when the day light has just gone beyond Sunset, it is neither twilight nor gloam, lights are coming on, people are starting to pack up and go home, it's essentially the end of the working day and thus this feeling of... err... "being in an atmosphere"? ...is how I can only describe it, there is just this "feeling" and I get it every time I witness this moment.
This photo time and light wise is a little bit beyond that moment but you get the idea.