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Tarn Hows was an absolutely fantastic place to visit and on this morning I had the whole area to myself. The lone tree on an island just off the foreshore was a great subject to wait and allow the light to capture the elements with a subtle light and colour.
Houghton House from How End, Bedfordshire, 28 Jul 2020
I found an old photo of the view up to Houghton House on the Greensand Ridge with straw bales in the foreground.
I decided to try to work out whether I could get a similar shot this summer.
I'd seen this barley field earlier in the summer and thought that this was the location. Even though the crop had not been harvested the light was nice!
I later realised that this is not the same field. So the search continues.
I've put a copy of the old photo on my phone so I can check next time!
Deep in a slot canyon in Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument.
We had climbed up through the tunnel until we ran into a deep pool we couldn't pass. Now, how to get back?
And how can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
How can you mend a this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again.
Bee Gees
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Bleeding-heart - Dicentra - Fumariaceae
Some people, no matter how old they get,
never lose their beauty - they merely move it from their faces into their hearts.
~ Martin Buxbaum
This photograph of my grandfather shows him as a chauffeur in 1913 and, on the reverse, he has written a note to the woman he was “walking out” with arranging a meeting.
The 1911 census shows him working at a stable as a groom so clearly in the intervening years he had secured a new career. He was almost certainly unaware that within the following 18 months he would become a soldier serving on the Western Front until the end of the Great War.
In 1916 he was granted leave to marry and on the banns certificate his occupation was shown as “serving in the war”. He was discharged from the Army in early 1920 and died in 1962.
I believe the vehicle is a Renault and I have deliberately not restored the photograph as I think part of its charm is the damage it has sustained in the last 108 years. I particularly like the big headlights and what appears to be a petrol can on the roof! Clearly, unlike today, there were no laws on tyre tread depth as the spare and front offside appear to have none although the front nearside does have some!
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Carolina eenden zijn ongelooflijk mooi van kleur.
Voor de serie "How close can you get" dit portret gemaakt met de Nikon D610 en 28-300mm.
Bij 300mm inzoomen is dit de volle lensopening - erg knap van deze Nikon lens om dan deze scherpte te halen bij f/5,6 !
Alle kleuren van de regenboog in één eend.
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A view of Tarn Hows on a miserable wet day with edits.
Tarn Hows is an area of the Lake District National Park in North West England, It contains a picturesque tarn, approximately 2 miles (3.2 km) northeast of Coniston and about 1.5 miles (2.4 km) northwest of Hawkshead. It is one of the most popular tourist destinations in the area with over half a million visitors per year in the 1970s and is managed by the National Trust.
Tarn Hows is fed at its northern end by a series of valley and basin mires and is drained by Tom Gill which cascades down over several small waterfalls to Glen Mary bridge: named by John Ruskin who felt that Tom Gill required a more picturesque name and so gave the area the title 'Glen Mary'.
The area features in the map of the open world racing game Forza Horizon 4.
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'Got me lifted, drifted higher than the ceiling
And ooh, baby, it's the ultimate feeling
You've got me lifted, feeling so gifted
Sugar, how you get so fly?'
Robin Schulz
"How D'ya Like Dem Apples," said the Blue Jay to the Junco.
"They look really cheep to me," replied the Junco.
"Let me ponder that," said the Blue Jay. "See my head is tilted in the pensive position."
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Bit of a classic compostion from Tarn Hows. Even though the weather was poor there was still a touch of detail in clouds. Flat light too :( This was my first time at this place and a return visit is on the books.
Created for DIGITALMANIA ~ WINGS ON THINGS
All work done in Photoshop 2024 and MidJourney
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Thank you very much for your comments and faves, regretfully, I am finding it increasingly difficult to reply to your comments, because of my very limited time on the internet, due to constant power interruptions in South Africa. I do read and appreciate every one of them, however! Thanks again!!
Pictures can decive how the real world are, even our own eyes can be decived by distance, angle, light etc, How high do you think this waterfall are ? Well nobody have dared to guess, so I will tell, the Waterfall are 93 meters, 305 feet.
Not many bluebells, but they were gorgeous in the lush green surroundings of Tarn Hows, in the Lake District, Cumbria, England.
Una scena abbastanza insolita : un gruppo di bambini, con i loro zainetti, si gusta un gelato, seduti sul selciato in mezzo alla centrale Via San Vincenzo.
Ho visto che avevano delle piantine. Probabilmente ne venivano da una visita all'Euroflora, in questi giorni a Genova
I usually go out to take photographs from early morning to late afternoon. This photo was taken around 10 am on a hot day. I saw this weak ant and decided to "shoot' her. I was looking at her wondering how tiny and weak she was, running in the hot weather on hot stones and ground, with no clothes to protct her against the weather.
After a while, the ant found the small pieces of bread I usually throw for ants. She took a big piece and began walking back to her "house". It was not very far, however, for a tiny creature carrying a big piece of bread in this hot weather, it was, and is, tiresome. I was wondering how weak this tiny ceature is.
Then another idea hit me. Now I was comfortably sitting under my umbrella, with a snack beside me and some cold water. How would I feel if I had to take off my clothes (excuse me) in this hot weather, walk or run bare footed on hot stones and ground, carrying some heavy load!
I then discovered who the weak creature really was (and is).
Read more:
voices.nationalgeographic.com/2014/07/30/animals-science-...
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A man I knew for 23 years of my life. To this day I continue to uncover interesting possessions that my dad had left behind. My second look at his bottle of Coke which he had apparently kept unopened since 1985. I have no clue on the significance of why he had it that long but I still enjoy taking it out around this time of year to rediscover this obscure "souvenir."
Have a great week ahead :)
It's really hard for me to try to explain how hard it is to motivate myself to do any photography these days whilst I continue to recover from my knee injury. Recovery has been seriously interrupted by lockdowns and closures of gyms...indeed, I've not even been able to see a physio for over 6 months. With all of that my fitness has suffered considerably and so even short excursions can sometimes feel like I'm hitting the wall at mile 22 of a marathon. Therefore, the thought of making the effort to climb a hill for photography when the conditions are less than ideal...well, it doesn't appeal.
When on the hill, a different fear now presents itself. Fear of another injury. I used to head out without a care in the world really. Sure, I might slip and fall, but I always felt that I was the master of my own destiny, even in those circumstances...but now it is different. My body just failed when I injured my knee, with very little in the way of warning, just a little knee pain like I've had for years anyway. The actual step I took when my tendon snapped was so incredibly innocuous, it's the type of step I've taken thousands, if not millions, of times before...it was just like going down the stairs at home...but in that moment, my tendon chose when I was alone, on a hill, in inclement weather and without a mobile signal, to snap...not at home, going down the stairs. And now, although the injured knee presents no pain, my other one does, so the fear is that that will someday go too, as so often seems to happen with people who rupture one tendon, eventually the other one ruptures too. Add to that a lack of strength in the injured knee, some balancing issues and a tendency to give way without warning...that all adds up to a heck of a lot of nervousness when going off the beaten track.
The day I took this photo was no different in many ways. I was solo. The weather was inclement. There was no-one really around. I did have some extra protection in the form of a satellite transceiver that enables me to send an SOS and I did tell my wife where I was this time. But with boggy conditions underfoot, it still meant my mind wasn't wholly invested in photography until I'd set up my tripod and decided to wait, in the cloud and drizzle, for things to happen. And so I waited...and waited...and waited. About 2 hours later I felt the subtle change in temperature on my neck as the sun tried to break through the misty conditions. Poised with my finger on the shutter just hoping for the mistiness to clear a little to reveal the landscape, the conditions brightened to the left of the scene you see here until not only were the two tress visible, but also the landscape beyond...and low and behold, a rainbow. What resulted was a stitch pano consisting of 7 vertical frames and 160 megapixels of Lake District loveliness. This scene lasted for all of 30 seconds...and then it was gone.
I don't tend to big-up my photography, especially these days. I tend to work behind the scenes, especially for anything from Snowdonia, where I spend most of my time, refining my project and building, what I hope will be, a quality book. However, when I go elsewhere, it is sometimes nice to share what I captured, and I think even I like this one enough to shout about it.