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Continuing my Brisbane Tourist Guide ;)
Kangaroo Point is located on a peninsula formed of harder rhyolite rock which the Brisbane River flows around. On the northern tip of the peninsula the Story Bridge connects it to the central business district and the suburb of Fortitude Valley.
The suburb of Woolloongabba is located to the south. The six-laned Main Street runs from Story Bridge to Woolloongabba. The landscape of Kangaroo Point is predominantly high rise apartments towards the tip of the peninsula while the other end is predominantly low-medium density apartments and houses.
Kangaroo Point is a popular recreation spot, conveniently close to the city and the South Bank Parklands. The Kangaroo Point Cliffs, situated on the east bank of the city bend of the Brisbane River north of the Maritime Museum, opposite the Brisbane River Stage and the Queensland University of Technology at Gardens Point.
The cliffs and Brisbane River Stage as seen from the QUT on the opposite bank
The cliffs are a popular picnic, rock climbing and abseiling site. The steepness of the cliffs was increased by quarrying operations which mined the volcanic rock or rhyolite lava flows which form the cliffs. These lavas were deposited in the Tertiary period about 30 million years ago and filled up an ancient river valley. They currently form the banks of the Brisbane River.
Source: Wikipedia
Many years ago my grandpa asked me if I wanted to go on a photography trip with him, and if I could go someplace where would it be. I listed off a few places, and one of the places I listed was the Big Sandy and Clinchfield. I was always fond of the scenery and countryside that was in the surrounding area of the two subs, and always wanted to go out to take some pictures.
Well, life got busy, and kind of messy, so the trip never happened. Flash-forward to almost 5 years later, Im living in a new state, my grandpa passed away, and my friend said he was going to be in the area, so I took a couple days off of work, to go out and get some pictures with him.
Pool Point was a shot that I’ve seen done hundreds of times, and was hoping to at least get get a single picture there. Luck was on our side, and we were able to get a train over Pool Point.
G766 had traveled all night up the Clinchfield, with daylight just starting before he got to Pool Point. Quite happy with how it turned out. Thanks for reading this essay I’ve just written. Thank you Papa for getting me into the hobby, and encouraging me to follow what I wanted to do, wish you were here to see what I'm doing now. This one is for you Papa.
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Worldworx FP 8-4-09
Explore # 182 8-4-09
Take my photo off the wall
If it just won't sing for you
'Cause all that's left has gone away
And there's nothing there for you to prove
Look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
It seems like such fun
Until you lose what you had won
I just can't think for you
Give me back my point of view …
This photo was taken at Glacier Point overlooking Yosemite Valley, Half Dome and the Sierra Nevada mountains in the background. Nevada Falls (rt) and Vernal Falls (lower rt).
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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.
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.
Please take your time... to View it large on black
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.
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Sony A900 + Carl Zeiss16-35mm + ND1000 + GND8 filter
Almograve, Odemira (Alentejo - Portugal)
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I headed out to Point Cartwright on the Sunshine Coast to photograph sunrise on Good Friday morning. I must admit early on I thought the sunrise would be fairly flat due to all of the clouds, but without these clouds there wouldn't have been the light rays. It was glorious to capture this scene on Good Friday!
Canon 5D Mark II
17-40 @ 17mm
ISO 100 f/16 1/13sec
Lee filters
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.
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.
After visiting Glacier Point in the daytime a couple of days earlier I knew I wanted an image from the top with the pink clouds of dusk above Half Dome. I was lucky on this evening as the clouds moved into the frame as the sun dropped, giving a great amount of them by the time they took on the pink colours. I think this was my favourite viewpoint in the entire park.
Canon EOS 5D Mark III|16-35mm f4 L|Lee Landscape Polariser
I've been teaching Poppy photography, take a look at her Flickr.
Pigeon Point Lighthouse is one of the most picturesque lighthouses on the Pacific coast. This pic really doesn't do it justice. The tower stands on a rocky promontory and has long been a landmark for ships approaching San Francisco Bay from the south. This headland, and hence the lighthouse, took its name from the ship Carrier Pigeon that wrecked here in 1853. It is the tallest lighthouse (tied with Point Arena Light) on the West Coast of the United States. And as an added bonus it is located right on route one so getting to it didn't involve any crazy detours!
The Point Atkinson Lighthouse is located in West Vancouver, B.C. at the entrance to Burrard Inlet and the harbour at the Port of Vancouver. The first lighthouse at the site was ccmissioned in 1875 and sits on Point Atkisnson which was named by Captain George Vancouver for a friend. It was replaced in 1912 by the current lighthouse which stands 18 metres (60 feet) tall. The station remains active but was automated in 1996. The land surrounding the lighthouse is now the 190 acre Lighthouse Park.