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foto del MONTE LIBANO ,presso il Monastero di ST.Antonio
IDENTICAL PHOTO PROCESSED WITH PHOTOSHOP IN ORDER TO MAKE IT LESS DRAMATIC
Well, not really, but I need to go with the words here. Feeling OK actually, trying to get more active and shed some of the extra beer and my-daughters-wont-stop-baking-stuff-and-I-cant-stop-eating-it lockdown pounds. Some serious grooving of a different kind happening here in this stretch of the "Narrows" of the Virgin River canyon in Zion National Park. One can certainly see why it is called the Narrows. And these lined walls provide pretty compelling evidence of the power of some serious water force driving rocks down the river bed. One shutters to think about getting caught in a flash flood here... and then one yells at one's brain to think of something else right quick!!
In fitter times I hiked for hours through the freezing cold water of the Narrows with fellow photogs Kevin Benedict and Josh Krasner last fall. Then we got up and did it again two days later! Had an absolute blast and loved the ever-changing light conditions especially when the reflected light would dance across different canyon walls.
I especially wanted to thank everyone who left such kind comments on my previous post, I really appreciate the tremendous support and feedback y'all keep giving. I really enjoy the writing aspect of posting my photos perhaps almost as much as the photography itself.
Burbage Brook, Padley Gorge, early autumn.
Linhof Technikardan S45
Rodenstock Grandagon-N 6.8/115
1.5mm front rise
2° rear backward tilt
f32
15 seconds
Kodak Portra 400 (EI 320)
Heliopan Slim High Transmission SH-PMC CPL
Gitzo GT3532LS
Arca-Swiss Z1
Lab development
Digitised using 16-shot pixel-shift capture
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The Df is gone and I've jumped ship... to the wild side. This is from my first outing with the K1 after a rather lengthy setup (!) When I brought the pixel shifted images up on screen it was simply *breathtaking*. Looking forward to seeing how these print...
As I wrote in my last post, during a recent swing out to Vegas we took a short road trip, but the weather was uncooperative and so we spent quite a bit of time in the slot canyons near Page Arizona, where the incredible forms and textures are plenty photogenic in all kinds of weather. I do have somewhat mixed feelings about many of my slot canyon photos from an artistic perspective, because you have to hire a guide there and it is so crowded that the guide points out most of interesting formations and the photographer just tries to do their best not to mess up the shot (it's actually not so easy given how little time you have before the next group wanders through your frame). Nonetheless, a magical place to visit.
This is the "Lady in the Wind" formation from lower Antelope canyon. The canyons did provide me an opportunity to work out my Pentax 15-30mm (rebrand version of the Tamron 15-30), which is a terrific lens that I haven't actually used that often.
Separating the districts of Morar (north) and Moidart (south), the freshwater Loch Eilt is to be found between the villages of Glenfinnan and Lochailort. The A830 (Rathad nan Eilean) runs along the north shore, while the West Highland Line railway follows the south shore.
Shame about the midges...
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I took this photo a few years back on a drive through the Skagit River valley along the 'Crowsnest Highway' (Highway 3) that runs from Hope through the interior of British Columbia along the US-Canada border all the way through to Medicine Hat Alberta.
I had been visiting relatives in the Okanagan valley and I was making my way back to Seattle in the fall and the Skagit River valley fascinated me visually. It is nestled between some taller mountains and in the fall it frequently has stretches of mist and low lying clouds. The views along the way on this day were tantalizing me, however, there aren't a lot of great spots to simply pull over and set up a camera (busy highway with a lot of particularly large logging trucks). I finally found a pull over and put my 70-200 on to zoom in on this one dead, moss-covered tree sitting among the red fall vegetation (Ok, I confess I once knew what plant this was but I've forgotten - it is extensive along the river banks of southern BC and turns an exquisite shade of maroon in the fall) surrounded by this misty atmosphere right out of a scooby-doo cartoon.
This past spring I did a wonderful road trip with my younger daughter (now an astonishing 20 years old) and she taught me this super fun Irish folk song called "the Rattlin' Bog". The lyrics go something like:
"Ho, o, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Well in the bog there was a hole
A rare hole and a rattlin' hole
Hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o
Ho, o, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Well in that hole there was a tree
A rare tree and a rattlin' tree
The tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o
Ho, o, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Real bog, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
On that tree there was a branch
A rare branch and a rattlin' branch
The branch on the tree
And the tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o
..."
and on for about 6 more verses each adding new things. The tempo keeps getting faster with each verse and the idea is basically to be very drunk and shout along with all these crazy things on the tree (the bird in the egg in the nest on the limb on the branch on the tree in the hole in the bog down in the valley-o...) presumably until one passes out from lack of oxygen.
Well every road trip I do with my family now we end up putting on this song on (usually about five or six times) and singing along and laughing hysterically until we're gasping like fish. And even though I'd not heard of The Rattlin' Bog when I took this picture, whenever I see it now I think of that song. I wish the tree here had a nest on it, that would've made it perfect. It won't win any awards, but it's one of those "small scene" photos that I like to try sometimes.
You can find a version of Rattlin' Bog sung by just about any Irish band you care to name, but I have to go with the Irish Rovers because these guys are iconic for Canadians and I have a strong fondness for Irish drinking songs from my time in Nova Scotia, and since one of my daughters also followed in her old man's footsteps to experience the unique cultural experience that is university in Nova Scotia
The phrase "in the pink" has a rather more interesting origin than most people think. It is assumed to be associated with the "pink cheeks" of a healthy person. But according to this site: www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/in-the-pink.html there's no clear proof of that association. It's earliest origin seems to be associated with something of the 'highest quality', and it seems based on the period in question that the likely association comes from flowers (Dianthuses) popular at the time which were commonly referred to as "Pinks". This message brought to you by Fun Literate but Useless Facts for Friday (FLUFF).
Not many flowers growing at Zabriskie Point, but the pinks were plentiful at least for a few brief minutes. I've always liked this little wash that meanders through the 'badlands' type formations of Zabriskie. Zabriskie is quite a fascinating formation and just one of many cool features of Death Valley National Park.
Yet another shot from my fall trip to Oregon/Washington/British Columbia. This is the Grist mill at Cedar Creek in Washington state near the Oregon border. This was a treat to photograph because not only was it a beautiful setting (once the heavy rain stopped) but the steelhead salmon were running in the creek and watching them jump the falls was a new experience for me and I was fascinated. The energy and athleticism displayed by these fish swimming up river is something else to see. I was surprised at how often their jumps failed, often by hitting one of rocks in the falls head on with a painful sounding smack. Have to say I felt mighty sorry for these fish. I took a few shots of them too with the Telephoto. Might even post one of those to make this a two-fer.
The trees in the background are covered in a smokey haze from woodsmoke that was coming from a house/cottage nearby. I thought it added splendidly to the overall fall ambience. Shot with Pentax K-1 (with "Pixel Shift" on) and Pentax 24-70mm.
I'm still working through pictures from a road trip through Oregon and Washington State with Kevin Benedict back at the end of May. I had a hard time coming up with any kind of appropriate title for this photo of the Oneonta gorge near the end of the lower trail where the Oneonta creek crashes down in a dramatic set of falls. In many ways it defies description and feels like a place out of a mythological past. The Gorge is breathtaking, and we had come prepared to freeze our butts off in the glacial runoff water. However, in an unusual (nearly unheard of) turn it was nearly 100 degrees F in the area that day and so hordes of people sought out relief in the cool water. In our dry suits we felt very overdressed and a little silly.
I was struggling mightily that day as I woke up with a crashing migraine the likes of which I've not had in many years. Advil seemed to have little effect and I couldn't focus or find interesting compositions here, especially with so many people around. After a time, the natural beauty of it began to relax me and I shook off most of the fog. Since we had nothing better to do, we patiently outwaited the hordes to get a shot here and there. For this one I got a little lower down close to the river to get the water rushing over the rocks. Cropped it wide to try to capture some of the drama of the giant moss-covered walls a bit better.
As delightful as the gorge was, I feel like I need a return journey to do it better justice. Preferably at a slightly less busy time.
One of my favourite old trees in the Black Woods of Rannoch - tired and done with life, two big branches fallen off and not many left - taken in December as 2020 crumbles into decay as well.
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Made of 12 pictures, 6 for the Milky Way with astrotracer on, and 6 for the foreground with PixelShift activated.
Busy male Eastern Tiger Swallowtail butterfly dining on Lantana nectar in my garden.
Common for the season.
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Stumbled across a folder of tulip shots I took earlier in the year, not very seasonal now, of course!
Lit with my homemade ringflash adapter on an Elinchrom octabox.
A 3 frame panorama shot of the Black Canyon of the Gunnison. The large cliff feature on the right is called the "Painted Wall" for obvious reasons. It is truly spectacular to see in person, and as I mentioned in the previous shot, somewhat difficult to photograph! Second shot from Black Canyon from my recent Colorado trip. This is the first true multi-frame pano that I've ever posted here, though I've tried some others. This one is also a multiple exposure merge using the Pentax K-3 ii pixel shift. So, there are a total of 36 separate images merged here. The original TIF file after the merge is 415MB. By far the largest image I've ever created. Wish I'd had the fancy motorized pano head that we saw one photog using at Mesa Arch a couple of days later!
Very cool to see this hit explore (peaked at 24) on August 10. Thanks to all for viewing, faving and commenting!
Little did I know when I took this photo how totally it would fit with what will surely be the phrase of the year: "social distancing". I can't quite bring myself to use this as the title because it's too obvious and it's become a rather annoying phrase. Distance, however, has many meanings and I always like titles with layers of meaning.
Taken in late Feb in Mesquite Dunes, Death Valley National Park. In fact, I did have some awareness by this time of what was coming and some sense of the personal risk. I was in Las Vegas for a conference, with participants from around North America and Europe. The lockdown was in full swing in Wuhan province by now, and the first cases had appeared in Italy and in Washington State. However, there was not yet any state of emergency and the WHO had yet to declare this a pandemic. But people were starting to talk, there was an uneasiness if someone coughed, and I personally wanted to get well away from the bustle of the Vegas strip. However, I wasn't wiping down every surface I touched and I certainly wasn't "sheltering".
After a few busy days, a little side trip up through DVNP and on to Alabama Hills became possible and so I jumped on it, even though it meant a lot of driving in a short amount of time. I'm certainly thankful I did as it was productive, and as it turns out, was to be the last photography outing I'd get to do for some time. This is starting to feel like a distant memory, but certainly a pleasant one!
In Mesquite Dunes there are multiple ways to get in to the dunes. The most common is to park at the main entrance and march through the dunes with hundreds of other people. One can also park further up on the side of the road and take a longer walk through the salt flats in to the eastern edge of the dunes. This is my preferred route because hardly anyone else takes this route, so the dunes are generally undisturbed, and there are some good vistas from that side of the dunes. However, the dunes are a longer distance from the road so it's a good hike in, and an even longer one out in the darkness after sunset (and one needs to keep a pretty good mental compass so as not to end up lost in the desert).
I particularly liked this visual arrangement with the gradual build up of smaller dunes to this central peak, with the shadowed mountains and the setting sun in the backdrop. Fortunately there were clouds to create some rays, and this one lone photographer on the top of the tallest dune in the distance. Social (and physical) distancing at its finest! I took two camera bodies with me (my K1 full frame and this one, my older K3ii crop sensor body) since I wanted both a wide angle and a telephoto, and from past experience I learned the hard way that one should not attempt to change lenses in the middle of the dunes!
I hope everyone is healthy and managing to cope. I've been doing my part to keep my little neighborhood craft beer store in business. Now I am looking forward to the opening up of some possibilities for photography outings in the hopefully not-too-distant future. Whenever that comes to pass, I shall surely be maintaining some distance for a while!
A small (2cm) pencil sharpener photographed with a combination of old and new.
The lens is a 56 year old Macro-Takumar 50/4, pre-set, 1:1, extended to its maximum magnification. The shot uses in-camera Pixel Shift – merging four nearly identical photos into one, for more clarity/detail. Minor crop off the pencil to the right, to keep the width of the horizontal plane to less than an inch.
#MacroMondays #LessThanAnInch
Bumper crop of White Oak Acorns.
Common for the season.
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