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Less traditional view of Grotto Falls
According to the National Park Service (www.nps.gov/grsm/planyourvisit/grotto-falls.htm), "Trillium Gap Trail meanders through an old-growth hemlock forest and actually runs behind the 25 foot high waterfall. The cool, moist environment near the falls is ideal for salamanders and summer hikers. The hike is 3 miles roundtrip and considered moderate in difficulty."
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The Blue Grotto is located on the south coast of Malta, west of Wied iz-Zurrieq. The site got its name from a British soldier, who thought that the area looks like the Grotta Azzurra in Capri and should therefore get the same name. The massive arch at the entrance of the cave is more than 30 meters high.
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This is Hamilton Pool, one of the best kept secrets in Austin. The preserve’s pool and grotto were formed when the dome of an underground river collapsed thousands of years ago. There is a ring of 45-foot waterfalls all around the rim. Flow was light this day, but you can still see a few streams of water coming down.
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Another shot from the twisted sessile oak forest at Padley Gorge in Derbyshire. Shot in one photographic exposure with the help of Tim G, this is not a Photoshop creation
The well-known Mossy Grotto Falls is the first destination I've managed to shoot in the Gorge this year, and it is far from its most beautiful at the moment. There are signs that spring is around the corner, but for now there are bare rocks, dirt, and plenty of broken branches to enjoy. I hope everyone is having a great weekend!
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Grotto Falls in Centenial Glen -The Grotto Blackeath. I have been wanting to go back to this location to photograph it properly for ages and finally went this morning.
The Blue Grotto is located on the south coast of Malta, west of Wied iz-Zurrieq. The site got its name from a British soldier, who thought that the area looks like the Grotta Azzurra in Capri and should therefore get the same name. The massive arch at the entrance of the cave is more than 30 meters high.
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Shell grotto at Goldney House, Clifton. Not sure what the numbers represent. The grotto was completed in 1764.
Water automats, grottos, fountains – Prince-Archbishop of Salzburg, Markus Sittikus, had a system built in the early 1600s to astonish and entertainhis guests at Hellbrunn Schloss in Salzburg. "Orpheus Grotto" shows Orpheus playing a violin and the sleeping tree nymph Eurydice (she was his wife), the ibex and the lion (the archbishop's heraldic animals) listening to the music of Orpheus. The archbishop had imagination -- he enanced the many grottos with sound made by a mechanism of pipes and waterwheels that drive the sound board of an organ.
I took this photo just after sunset in Yellowstone national park - really captivating by the blue light and the reflection of the last vestiges of a vibrant sunset in the waters around the Grotto.
The Grotto is a sinkhole geological formation and tourist attraction, wooden steps wind down the cliff face to the bottom, providing visibility of the sea beyond a pool at low tide.
As you can see I didn't need my umbrella for this shot!!
Explore #92
We backtracked through the maze of caverns looking for a possible exit that would lead us through to the Lost Sierras. Down one cavern we stumbled upon the enchanting Violet Veil Grotto. There was a warm current blowing through the cavern and the rocks were covered with beautiful plants and foliage. There were signs that an ancient race might have once inhabited this cavern. We decided to push on and see where it led.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
The Grotto is a sinkhole geological formation and tourist attraction, found on the Great Ocean Road outside Port Campbell in Victoria, Australia. Wooden steps wind down the cliff face to the bottom, providing visibility of the sea beyond a pool at low tide.
For best view is on black
Mossy Grotto Falls in the Columbia River Gorge, Hood River County, Oregon
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The Grotto is a nice head of the gully with a small waterfall. We came across that when doing loop track via Wall Ledge, Colliers Causeway, Porters Pass and Centennial Glen in Blue Mountains National Park.
Another of my favorite images. When I first posted this image with so much enthusiasm, I got a few folks who found major faults with it. I tried to improve the shot. One of the things that was criticized was the darker patch above the horizon which some said was a flaw in my processing. I don't think so. Although I took some time to reduce it a bit, it seems to be the result of very strong light reflecting off the water back into the atmosphere. The black and white was converted at the last minute with Tonality which is a Photos extension so just part of my finished jpeg hub.
Shrouded in mystery, this amazing place was a surprise discovery. Shell Grotto, Margate, Kent. shellgrotto.co.uk/
In the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, hiking to the pretty Grotto Falls on a wet rainy day is pure hell. Soul-stirring, intoxicating, memory-making pure hell!
Let me explain.
It all starts at the Trillium Gap Trailhead on the Roaring Fork Motor Nature trail… names so musical, they could be played on a piano. On a rainy afternoon, we were greeted at the trailhead by hordes of vehicles and muddy people. Yes, muddy people, who were smeared in raw earth up to their knees and in many visibly disgruntled extreme cases, up to their hips! Having played soccer back in the day in mucky fields, I could tell what may have caused these people to look like inedible grubby chocolate fudges. After the morning rain, the trail must have attained a fluidic state of being, whence it was unapologetically unwelcoming to people who overestimated their ability to walk on mud fondue.
“Rishabh, we have a problem”, I alerted my son as if both of us were on Apollo 13 and Houston was around to help us out. Instead of the duct-tape, which we didn’t have anyways, I pulled out our waterproof hiking boots. The hike, on paper, was 1.4 miles each way with a paltry elevation gain of 585 feet. Math suggests, such elevation over that distance should make for a gentle grade where a hiker’s happy lungs and knees could break into ballet and opera. But Math doesn’t understand the fluid dynamics of rain on an inadequately maintained trail trampled by thousands. “There are no hand rails in this battlefield…”, I reminded myself, “and we definitely don’t have extra clothes or plastic bags to protect the grace of our rental car seats upon return, if we get to return that is”.
The thought of return faded as adrenaline and we entered our veins and the trail respectively. As the going got tough, the tough got going. Rishabh grabbed an organic hiking pole donated first by a local anonymous tree and then by a kind hiker, and I twisted my tripod’s arm to act as the mud-catcher. The patchy trail was relatively easy to navigate in the first quarter of a mile, but soon after, the trail showed its true slippery slopes. People were tumbling every now and then; some laughing, some cussing and others deciding to turn around and quit the challenge. We did none of that. Using low hanging branches of Rhododendrons as sky-rails, we utilized every last bit of evolutionary memory left by our arboreal ancestors to leap across threatening puddles. When sky-rails were not available, we let our hiking boots sink right into the beast’s heart to give us some traction. I was glad that our boots – I am not going to lie to you – costed so much (although their resale value sank considerably after this day). Pushing through everything, including mud-wash services of four brooks that intercepted the trail and silent mockery of countless Eastern hemlocks lining the path, we made it to the lovely waterfall eventually.
Because of the onerous nature of the trail (or, ill-preparedness of other hikers), we found the waterfall to ourselves for a full three minutes (and twenty-seven seconds, I think). The solitude was cashed in to take photos of the tumbling water with the only lens on my person. Then, as more unsettled soldiers from other families arrived, Rishabh and I sat by the waterfall, pulled out our victory snack, and greeted each other with our water bottles. "Cheers!"
The ultimate prize on this hike came while walking behind the 25 feet waterfall (the trail goes on behind the waterfall on to Mt. LeConte, where we didn’t go because we didn’t have reservations). With our legs disembodied in mud, we horsed around a bit behind the waterbody. From there, the view was gorgeous and wet, but that was not the prize – not outrageously photograph-worthy either (see here). The dazzling reward was more subtle, stirring and indescribable, but let me try: the soul-cleansing waterfall gracefully washed away a lot of mud from my boots! Now, kick that!
Yeah, yeah, another piss-poor title, I know. I'm not good at the title thing. It always fails to convey what I was seeing and thinking when I photographed the scene. Unfortunately, it's going to have to suffice in this case. Mossy Grotto Falls, Ruckel Creek, Columbia River Gorge, Oregon.
Grotto Falls is a 25 foot high waterfall located in, the mist of an old-growth hemlock forest of the Smokey Mountains of Eastern Tennessee.
A grotto salamander, with a broken toe, climbing up into a small shelf above the stream passage which features some small helectites. Grotto salamander or "Eurycea spelaea Cave-dweller (exclusively). Eyes small, beady, and underneath fused eyelids" on Fossiliferous Limestone on left and in a shallow pool on right.
The Fungal Worship Grotto is the most spiritual place in Somewhereville but the only one that can lead you here is Mike Crodoser the resident expert on all things psylocilum. Be aware, only those with the purist kindest minds are granted access.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.