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A lone tree stands like a memory etched in the sky, its bare branches spreading into the stillness. The land sleeps beneath a faded winter light, and in the distance, a solitary figure walks—small against the quiet vastness. The horizon is a blur of forgotten time, where earth and sky no longer argue about where one ends.
On Sunday we walked a local circuit starting from Newhey and ending back home in Newhey. .......... this shot is taken on the lane which leads down to Harry's Wood at Denshaw.
In the calm of an inland marsh near the Dollard, Groningen, the Netherlands, a Water Rail steps carefully across the muddy shoreline. Known for its shy behavior, the bird briefly leaves the cover of the reeds, offering a rare glimpse into its secretive life
This is my third and last reflection shot taken of Kilchurn Castle. It was also the last day of our trip to Loch Awe.
The second stop of our hike last Monday - West Mill Tor. There's some fabulous granite outcrops, lots to explore. The mist turned the location into some eerie fantasy setting. We will definitely return on a bright summer day to see the area in a different light.
Check out the entire walk on Youtube: youtu.be/owwWyW_WSCk
......It’s said that at the end of the rainbow, a leprechaun mines his gold from veins that pulse with a light no sun ever made. The treasure he extracts lies scattered carelessly across the blasted terrain—twisted stacks, half-melted coins, and small hills of raw gold pushed toward his ruined castle like offerings. The rutted, hidden track that leads to his crumbling keep winds through these mounds, half-swallowed by the shifting earth. He lives alone in the shadows, guarding his hoard with traps, whispers, and old, crawling curses. They say those who reach the rainbow’s end never leave whole—if they leave at all.
Out to Mam Tor this morning with my lil bro, the drive over was wet misty & generally miserable (that will be the weather not the company) but undeterred we ploughed on fully expecting the morning to be a complete washout, oh how wrong we were, our reward being the tiniest break in the weather quickly followed by a hasty retreat to the nearest pub & a full English, result :o)
The view shows Winnats pass to the right & Castleton to the left.
Took a walk today up on the tops of Shaw, at Crompton Moor. The weather was'nt too good but it was great to get out. I took Rupert with me so he could stretch his legs and get some good old fresh air in to his lungs! Mollie stayed at home as she's not ready for a long walk yet.
Its been a while but today i took myself off for a walk to Pythorne valley.
My purpose of going was to see bluebell wood in all its glory. The weather was a little mixed but the valley did not disappoint!
Since 1985, the Penang Bridge has stretched like a silver thread over the strait, binding island and mainland, past and present. For newcomers, it’s a breathtaking path over blue waters; for those who know it well, each crossing is a quiet return to familiar shores, where memories ride the wind.
A Quiet Pond in the High Alps Just beyond Lac Niré, this small alpine pond rests quietly among boulders and steep slopes, reflecting the sky and stone in perfect stillness. Tucked into the glacial cirque of the Gordolasque Valley, it offers a moment of solitude and clarity—where water, rock, and light meet in silent harmony. A hidden corner of Mercantour, untouched and timeless.
Gorges du Var – Mercantour’s Hidden Wild Deep within the Mercantour National Park, the Gorges du Var unveil a raw and powerful landscape sculpted by time. This long-exposure shot captures the silky rush of water as it carves through ancient rock layers, framed by steep cliffs and lush alpine vegetation. A dramatic meeting of geology and motion—where nature’s forces shape beauty in every curve and cascade.
Northern France
I took this shot with the graduated filter of my sunglasses over the lens of my camera. I quite like the gradual toning it achieves!
Threatening clouds, a hint of drizzle, and yet it remained just a few drops. The rain hesitated, I kept walking. A kilometer between light and gray.
A walk between weather warnings and a play of colors.
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Wolken oben, Farben unten
Bedrohliche Wolken, ein Hauch von Niesel, und doch blieb es bei ein paar Tropfen. Der Regen zögerte, ich ging weiter. Ein Kilometer zwischen Licht und Grau.
Ein Spaziergang zwischen Wetterwarnung und Farbenspiel.
They say the dock was built for boats, but none come anymore. Not since the fog started whispering. The posts stand like sentinels, white-capped and watchful, guarding secrets sunk beneath the still water. The sky hangs heavy, like it knows something you don’t. Step lightly—some footsteps echo back that weren’t yours.
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– Where Water Meets Stone In the heart of Mercantour National Park, the Gordolasque Valley reveals its quiet beauty—clear alpine streams winding through rocky terrain, framed by steep slopes and mist-covered peaks. The water mirrors the moody sky above, while boulders and sparse vegetation trace nature’s timeless rhythm. A peaceful, high-altitude haven where silence flows with the current.