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Nugget Point / Tokata at the northern end of the Catlins, Otago, New Zealand takes its English name from the rocky islets, here highlighted in late afternoon sunlight, which were named by early whalers as "The Nuggets". The Maori name, Tokata, translates as rock.
The lighthouse first operated on 4 July 1870.
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Coppermine Point Lighthouse was orginally located, 3 kilometers away, at Coppermine Point, Batchawana Bay. The wooden pyramidal lighthouse was built in 1910 and deactivated in 1969. Subsequently, it was moved to its present location overlooking Hibbard Bay / Lake Superior, as part of a restaurant- -the restaurant failed, the lighthouse abandoned and allowed to decay. Five second exposure with a six stop B+W ND106 solid neutral density filter.
Ces derniers jours furent pluvieux, puis ensoleillés, puis pluvieux, puis venteux ... puis ensoleillés !
Bref, une multitudes de ciels et de lumières sur cette pointe si photogénique.
Point Cabrillo Lighthouse near Mendocino .. Given a prior visit to the beautiful Heceta Head Lighthouse in Oregon, we have visited two of the three British-built lighthouse lenses in operation in the U.S. today
The Lantern Room at the top of the Tower houses a 3rd order British-built Fresnel lens by Chance Bros. with a range of 13-15 miles. The lens was originally powered by a kerosene oil lamp. There are only two other British-built lighthouse lenses in operation in the U.S. today: a 1st order lens at Heceta Head Lighthouse in Oregon and a 2nd order rear range light at Ambrose Channel, Staten Island, New York.
Polaroidweek Day 5, Photo 2: I’ve shot numerous Polaroids of this abandoned fishing boat in Inverness over the years and I’m always surprised it’s still there.
There is one main road in Bryce Canyon National Park that takes you from the park entrance to Rainbow Point where the road dead ends. My plan was to go there first and then make my way back.
We backpacked from Hermit's Rest Trailhead down Hermit Trail to the Tonto Trail to Hermit Creek to Hermit Rapids and camped on the beach at the Colorado River. Great companions, perfect weather, magnificent hike. 18 miles roundtrip 5,000 Accumulated Elevation Gain (loss)
This is the view to the north from Breezy Point. Just south of Cathedral Stairs and north of Santa Maria Spring. A great place to stop for lunch. If I have misidentified the Temples or Tower, corrections will be gratefully accepted.
Full details in my triplog:
hikearizona.com/x.php?I=4&ZTN=216&UID=21152
I now have new found tastes for Bacanora and cecina :)
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A classic view of the lighthouse beyond the cliffs. This is one of the best places imaginable for watching the sunset. A short walk visiting Neist Point, most western point on Skye. This spectacular headland is a good place for bird, dolphins and whale-watchers. The made-up path ends just before the lighthouse and cottages, where are on fenced private land. The complex was built in 1909 at a cost of £4,350 - the engineer being David A Stevenson of the famous Stevenson family of lighthouse builders. A place to look out for breaching fins and blows in the sea. Have a look at the walking route.
Photo taken on a boggy path northwest from the car park for about half a kilometre. The stormy wind up here almost blew my camera from my neck!!!
Een bekend en prachtig uitzicht op de vuurtoren achter de rotsen. Dit is een van de mooiste plekken van Skye om de zonsondergang te bekijken. Een wandeling van een uur brengt je naar het meest westelijk punt van Skye: Neist point. Een goeie plek om uit te kijken naar vogels, dolfijnen en walvissen. Een klein wandelpad brengt je naar het vuurtoren complex. Het vuurtoren complex was destijds in 1909 gebouwd voor maar £4,350 door David A Stevenson. Een bekende familienaam die meer vuurtorens bouwden. Zie hier de wandelkaart.
5-frame panorama assembled in Photoshop 2021
Race Point Beach behind the lighthouse.
Cape Cod National Seashore
Provincetown, Massachusetts
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50 point near Hamilton just past sunset. Looking at it, you wouldn't expect that the biggest city in the country is just on the other side of the water.
Pointing in the wildflowers
I have no idea what she was tracking, but there was something in the corner wildflower prairie that was extremely interesting to her. I took this as an oppertunity to sneak around and twitch some grass to keep her interested so I could get some photos. The end of season flowers, the goldenrod in full bloom and soft evening light are just lovely.
The Whitefish Point Light, a lighthouse in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, is the oldest operating light on Lake Superior. It is arguably the most important light on Lake Superior. All vessels entering and leaving Lake Superior must pass the light. Wikipedia
Located in: Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum
Address: Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum, 18335 N Whitefish Point Rd, Paradise, MI 49768
Height: 75′
Construction started: 1847
Opened: 1861
Automated: 1971
Lighting effects thanks to my daughter Sophia Saenz.
Pigeon Point Light Station or Pigeon Point Lighthouse is a lighthouse built in 1871 to guide ships on the Pacific coast of California. It is the tallest lighthouse on the West Coast of the United States. It is still an active Coast Guard aid to navigation. Pigeon Point Light Station is located on the coastal highway, 5 miles south of Pescadero, California, between Santa Cruz and San Francisco. The 115-foot, white masonry tower, resembles the typical New England structure. Because of its location and ready access from the main highway, Pigeon Point entertains many public visitors.
2020-09-07, Day 3
Snow clouds roll in over a glassy un-named lake that sits at the foot of a talus-decorated cirque down which we must descend, high in the trackless northern Wind River Range, Fitzpatrick Wilderness, Wyoming.
The descent to this lake marked an incontrovertible tipping point for us. If the weather brought snow, as it seemed increasingly likely to do, it would be impossible to climb back the way we had come with the gear we had on our backs. Above where I stand here are one or two narrow or difficult places that required some Class 3 scrambling, and we lacked both metal foot-traction and ice-axes to make it an option both plausible and safe once covered in (more) snow and ice. As we picked our way carefully down through patches of vegetation interspersed with bands of talus, we crossed paths with a weasel racing uphill with a fat pika in its mouth. Helluva day to be that pika; on the other hand, it's time for a weasel celebration party.
If one looks at this photo closely, it is apparent that there are two lakes, separated by a small bridge of land. Judging from the rocks we could see, we figured we might find a flat place to pitch a tent in the patch of trees at about 11 o'clock on the far shore of the near lake. We also hoped that we would be protected from the worst of any snow and wind that the clouds might deliver after nightfall.
We made beef and bean burritos with cheese and rehydrated salsa for dinner, and we brewed a hot cup of herbal tea. Before our repast was complete, the temperature began to drop, the light commenced to fade, and the first flakes floated down through the wind-battered trees and landed on our jackets. We cleaned up the pot, hung the food, and climbed into the down sleeping bags to stay warm. The snow began to drive into the tent fly as it got dark, and I watched pellets of corn snow repeatedly gather in a few flatter parts of the fly, then slide down the vestibule toward the ground once a certain critical mass was attained. The tent did seem to be protected from the worst of the wind but the thin canopy of trees was doing very little to shield us from the accumulating snow.
Not long after dark, the snow and wind were joined by near simultaneous exclamations of thunder and lightning. The inside of the tent lit up like bright electric day, and enough detail could be made out of the sky immediately above us that it seemed as if we were on the inside of a snow-globe. Up to this very moment, I had never camped at the very edge of timberline in a high-elevation cirque in the middle of a full-on raging winter storm, with no trail anywhere close-by, and the surrounding talus now getting buried in who-knew-how-many inches of snow and ice. I thought somewhat academically that rest might be a good idea, but it proved difficult to relax. Every time I rolled over and glanced up at the tent fly, I noticed the weight of accumulating snow, and I hit the nylon to keep the vestibules on either side of the tent from collapsing. I have a two-person MSR backpacking tent that weighs just over 3 pounds (1.4 kg), including poles and stakes. It is a fabulous, light-weight, 3-season tent, and the conditions outside could only properly be described as that other, most unwelcome fourth season.
Wearing all of our clothing, and wrapped tightly in the down sleeping bags to try and retain as much warmth as possible, I can report that we were not downright cold. As the hours slowly passed, we noticed a change to the tenor of the storm. What was corn snow gave way to gusts of snow flakes complemented with a peppering of larger pea-sized ice particles. These hailstones irregularly collided with the aluminum poles of the tent frame, and we were treated to the relatively frequent pinging sound of the ice as it danced merrily off our stretched nylon bubble.
The only way out of this place in the morning would be to navigate the talus and attempt to find the nearest trail. The maps we consulted a month or so earlier when we identified bail-out points suggested that would be a distance of a little over 2 miles (3.2 km), with a descent of 1,000 feet (300 m) through what we surmised would be talus of some size, interspersed with bands of spruce forest and copious downed logs that would be slippery with snow and ice. Our initial assumption that the storm would likely bring only a few early-season inches to the Wind Rivers was clearly incorrect, and we would now pay whatever price the wilderness required to return to the warmth and comfort of the vehicle, which was over 20 miles (32 km) and one 11,000 foot (3,350 m) pass away from where we huddled. Apparently, getting older does not necessarily guarantee that one accrues any real wisdom.
Anchored off 'The Tide Pools' of Cabrilo National Monument here in San Diego, California two surfers had the evening break all to themselves!
*Created for the Our Daily Challenge topic:
SPREAD
*The two surfers spread across the waves... they also shred the waves!
Mineral Point, settled by English miners from Cornwall, has signs of more modern English artifacts....or is this just Doctor Who dropping in for a quick visit.....hmmmmmmmm. I always enjoy the unexpected and interesting things discovered when exploring a cities back road and alleys in the early morning.