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Point Royal, a 1960s Arup Associates designed tower block in Easthampstead, Bracknell. Know locally as the 'Threepenny Bit Flats' (NLA Tower in Croydon, anyone?) - lovely.
One specific bud on this lilac was the point of focus; a purple ornament against a backdrop of green.
Today, grandson, Joshua, and I went to the Pt. Loma lighthouse and preserve. We had such a wonderful time, and enjoyed a picnic lunch while looking at and listening to the waves crash on the shore.
The Old Point Loma Lighthouse stood watch over the entrance to San Diego Bay for 36 years. At dusk on November 15, 1855, the light keeper climbed the winding stairs and lit the light for the first time. What seemed to be a good location 422 feet above sea level, however, had a serious flaw. Fog and low clouds often obscured the light. On March 23, 1891, the light was extinguished and the keeper moved to a new lighthouse location closer to the water at the tip of the Point.
Point Cabrillo has the most complete light station in America. The Third Order Fresnel Lens was lit for the first time on June 10, 1909 and continues to operate today as a federal aid to navigation. It is maintained by U.S. Coast Guard Auxiliary unit 87. The lighthouse is located in the 300-acre Point Cabrillo Light Station State Historic Park.
The Old Point Loma lighthouse at the Cabrillo National Monument, San Diego, CA. Processed with LRCC and Topaz Impression, Cezanne.
Our long drive up to Whitefish Point was a bust. We sat in the car to wait for the rain to let up so when it did we took a chance. It didn't last long, just as we got to the beach, it began to pour. I did have an umbrella with us but we still got soaked, our feet, our pants...and my backpack that my camera gear is in. I wasn't very happy about that. A couple of lenses has some dampness on the caps but that was all. Couldn't use the backpack for a day so just had the lenses hanging out on a beach towel in the back seat.
Standing between the Cape of Good Hope and Cape Point, towards Cape Point. The trail to get here was actually closed off on the day I was there... But I guess I didn't see the sign saying "closed trail" Whoops!
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Atrium, Den Haag 2013
Oneohtrix Point Never's richly complex audio landscapes demand attentive listening, but luckily give the listener no other choice than to be drawn in completely and experience the journey.A beautiful trip through intimate fields of sound filled with noise, synths, melodies, strange rhythms and beautiful vocal samples. Daniel Lopatin has proven himself a true craftsman in his field of ambient music by staying clear of the conventions and creating his own personal, very emotional sound. His new album 'R Plus Seven' will be released only a couple of days after his show at TodaysArt on Warp Records.
The Brant Point Lighthouse on Nantucket, Massachusetts.
See More: My Islands and Cape, Part 3 (Lighthouse Crazy) page.
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Driving back home at dusk after a weekend away, Canon 5D Mk II + Voigtländer 20mm f/3.5 (manual focus "pancake" lens) pre-set for infinity, ISO 6400, point and shoot at the clouds while driving.
I believe this is a Honey Locust tree, but I could be, and frequently am, incorrect.
During my walk through Stuart Park, this past weekend, I saw this tree with it's enormous clumps of spikes. It was a bit down a small slope, on the dam wall of a small pond. Having earlier picked up a handy walking stick, in the form of a small but straight dead branch, I felt safe enough to venture down the slope to get a closer (but not too swift or too close) look. I can't imagine the damage that these thorns would do if I slipped and butted any part of me into them. Ouch!
I grew up on land that is very similar to that in Stuart Park. We had 15 acres or so which included woods, a pond, a creek, and lots of grass to mow, driveway to shovel, and an orchard full of fruit trees to tend to. I recall trees just like this in the woods. Scary and not worth trying to climb. I don't recall ever having a run-in with these during my wild youth. One article I scanned while trying to identify the tree spoke of the author harvesting the clumps of thorns and using them for fishing spears.
Me, I just am intrigued by their odd placement by nature.
In this composition, I was imagining the large branches of the tree stretching towards the pond, or the horizon, pointing out some danger while protecting itself, the messenger. I have an active imagination.
I made it safely back up the small slope, after a small slip, saved by my leaning forward and the steady assist of the walking stick-branch. I figured that if I leaned forward, I wouldn't mind falling away from those spikes near as much as I would, had I fallen backwards into them.
Another enjoyable view of my world, taken while being outside.