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Little Ringed Plovers, Charadrius dubius.
Flamborough, East Yorkshire, England.
Another big crop.
Archive shot
This lovely spot is situated near the Amsterdam red light district. By exposing for the highlights, I was able to preserve the sense of intimacy.
Enjoy!
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A spring day in Yosemite in 2022 went incredibly fast, but one day is better than none. I had hoped to go to higher elevations, but in early April, all those roads were still closed.
I have an aversion to iconic shots - so would never show the obvious compositions. I stumbled on a number of smaller scenes - this was one that caught my eye.
There always seems something special about the light in Yosemite - and the Sierra in general.
On my previous visit, a couple of weeks earlier, I noticed something that I’d never really registered before. As I crouched over my tripod on the rocks, halfway through a long exposure, they came in numbers, as they always seem to not long before sunset, a mass movement of gulls across the sky in front of me. The daily exodus from the mainland looked so familiar in this patch I know so intimately, yet at the same time, it seemed a novel experience. Why had I not paid the moment proper attention before today? Of course, by the time that long exposure had finished doing its business, the gulls had moved across the narrow strait between the headland and the lighthouse. The moment had gone until the next time. I went back to my briefly interrupted train of thought, and carried on shooting in the fading light. Not a bad evening’s work so it turned out. I used the new long lens on the lighthouse with the sun setting right beside it and was quite happy with the outcome. Maybe you saw that one in a recent post.
Two days later we were away for a brief trip to Exmoor, where an entire new catalogue of images was collected on the back of the camera. In time honoured fashion, some have already made it into the editing suite, others shared with the wider world in an initial fury of enthusiasm, while far too many linger pathetically in the folders where I left them, waiting to see the light of day. In fact I’m beginning to wonder whether I’ll ever catch up with the backlog from the last couple of years. And all the while during the little adventure in the van across the border the sight of them sat in the forefront of my mind. “I’m going to try and photograph those gulls when we get home,” I told Ali. All I’ll need to do is sit and wait and not get sidetracked by distractions. The reminders seemed to be everywhere. After returning home we spent an evening at my son’s house and watched an enormous flock of rooks take to the air above us, filling the dusk with an almighty chorus as they made for their roost across the valley. “They do that every night,” we were told as we gazed at the sky. The following night, not quite ready to retire we strayed across the last half hour of Hitchcock’s “The Birds.” Still as terrifying as ever, yet it didn’t put me off as I went through my commitments for the week. “I’m going down to Godrevy on Thursday,” I announced.
So you probably already know what happened. Having found a quiet shelf at the edge of the cliff overlooking the lighthouse I sat and waited, checking my settings now and again to see whether anything needed changing as the light fell. With the remote cable connected I leaned back against the natural armchair that the shelf provided and watched for Grey Seals at the edge of the rocks below. The camera sat obediently on the tripod, strangely stripped of even a polarising filter as the vigil moved from the first hour to the second. I thought I’d see my subjects about half an hour before sunset, but I couldn’t be certain. From time to time, small groups of gulls raced across the space in front of me, sometimes comfortably within the frame, at others far too high above me to link into the scene. Should I change my focal length and go wider? I wasn’t really sure to be honest. Occasionally as a cluster flew past, I’d hit the shutter three or four times half-heartedly, wondering whether the sun was too bright and thinking about sticking a thumb across the offending area of the lens to be blended in later on. Lazily I didn’t bother. It wasn’t the shot I’d come for and I’d have to stand up and stoop over the camera to get it right. It seemed an awful lot of effort. I waited and waited, but still the birds refused to repeat the airborne extravaganza they’d laid on for me during the last visit.
Eventually, with five minutes to go before the sunset hour I gave up and swapped to the big telephoto lens that has so quickly become an ever present option in the bag. The narrow band of orange on the horizon sat directly behind the lighthouse, offering a zoom into the details against the dark silhouette of the island. Orange and black work so well together; the distraction had arrived. And of course that’s when every seagull on the peninsula decided to float in unison across the void. Almost one hundred minutes of waiting patiently and then the moment happens when I’d finally weakened. It takes a certain knack to have such bad timing you know. If there were a market for it, I’d make a fortune as a tutor.
But I could perhaps console myself in the fact that the gulls were heading across the scene rather than into it as I’d hoped. Maybe my presence among them on this lonely ledge had changed their pattern, or perhaps I’d imagined it that they all cross in unison each evening like they had done a couple of weeks earlier. Whatever the truth, it seemed I’d have to wait and try again. Maybe I’ll try another vantage point and hope they pay me less attention than I give to them.
The next day I tinkered with the images I’d collected. With no more than five or six gulls in any one image I’d had a mind to blend a number together and fill the sky with them. But when I did so I didn’t like the result at all as the scene became cluttered and messy, so in the end I chose just three separate images and stacked them together, ultimately only using two of them for the final result. Usually I feel that less is more, and more is chaos. So if I ever manage to remain patient enough to capture that evening exodus, then who knows whether I’ll like what I come home with anyway? Fun trying though.
As I drove home and the shadows crept in to steal what was left of the light, I noticed a lone figure up on one of the bridges over the dual carriageway. At the moment I passed beneath him he leaned out over the bridge and appeared to vent forth with a drenching of phlegm in the direction of my car. I’ve no idea who he was or what I'd done to offend him. Whether he’d singled me out for this treatment or was liberally spraying all passing traffic I cannot say. Maybe he didn’t like Skodas. Perhaps he was telling me what he thinks of my photography. It’s a strange world at times.
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Sossusvlei is famous for its adjacent Deadvlei. Thousands of images are to be seen of this place. At my umpteen visit to Sossusvlei I imposed a restriction on myself. Not to go to Deadvlei! I got out of the car and went the opposite direction with an exercise in mind: abstract and intimate images in the sand dunes of Sossusvlei. This was the last image shot on that morning.
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For all you love birds out there...... (pun intended!!).
I captured a couple of Rainbow Lorikeets sharing a tender moment the other morning in my tree at home - hope you like this!
Thanks again for any comments, views or favorites - very much appreciated!
Have a terrific day and week everyone!
I'm going back to an image from my Iceland trip. Here's an intimate view of the beautiful Brúarfoss. Brúafoss is by far the best waterfall I've laid eyes on. The turquoise blue waters was hypnotizing. The location is just outright beautiful. I had to get an intimate image of these falls. I miss Iceland.
Stay tuned, I have a ton of new images coming in the future! Images from Zion, south central Utah, the Eastern Sierras, and LOTS of new images from Death Valley. Hope all you guys are good out there, peace and love to all, and continue to inspire each other.
I still have a few flower images remaining from my self given project to improve my flower photography. The one requirement I had for this project was to push myself past the static way that I had photographed flower before. As I shot more flowers I found myself using the bokeh areas in creative ways that add mystery and beauty to the images. It was a lot of fun creating with my macro lens in a way I had never done before.
"Πάντα ῥεῖ καὶ οὐδὲν μένει—Everything flows, nothing stands still." —Heraclitus
Quartz striations on a tiny island in Voyageurs, northern Minnesota
Woke up early yesterday morning (and the day before) to kayak through the archipelagos, this morning beaching at each small island to explore its "intimate landscapes" (I love/hate that term) - ancient rock and fresh moss, beaver skeletons and lake-tossed driftwood.
Here's an intimate little forest landscape scene that I captured more than a year ago.
I used a long exposure of four seconds to blur the foamy water while keeping the rock and fern pin-sharp.
A return to the pier at Marine Park, Vancouver and a different angle of view. This perspective is quite different and illustrates the illusion of a curvature caught by the direction chosen
A diversion from recent landscapes but a similar intimate feel to my last post, this lovely hibiscus is in my garden. I've been wanting to photographh it for years but there's always something else to do, especially around the old homestead and it's surprising how quickly the blooms fade. What's also surprising is how difficult it is to get a decent shot (for me anyway). This year however, I got the best ones to date and I liked this example with a hint of evening light. (It also falls nicely into one of my themes - "A Moment of Light - In My Garden"). I did it with me longest lens (100-400mm + 1.4TC) to try to isolate the bloom and it's a short focus stack to get all of the central flower parts in focus.