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I used to avoid sunny days like the plague when photographing cemeteries and abandonments. Was simply convinced that the forlorn quality I seek in my work could not be accomplished in bright sunlight. There's still some truth to that thinking. But like most creative endeavors, there are endless approaches to reach the end result. It's all a matter of changing your outlook. I shoot mostly on the basis of how things make me feel rather than how they look. I think it finally dawned on me that I still respond emotionally to different scenes even in bright sunlight. So it was just a matter of adapting my cloudy day mentality. As a result I often find myself pointing the camera directly into the sun rather than trying to avoid it. Guess that's a case of facing your fears head on. This scene is a case in point. I had walked my way from one end of this cemetery to the other, mostly just absorbing the light and shadow and shooting very little. I settled in on this spot. Loved how the the light filtered through the leaves, filling the entire scene with texture. I settled in and began to compose and shoot. Really tried to concentrate my thoughts into this one shot. Took maybe 25 frames, each at a slightly different angle and bracketed heavily. I've learned from experience not to rush something like this and to bracket heavily. It's nearly impossible to judge the quality of your exposure while working sunblind outdoors looking at the tiny review screen. So I try to cover all bases during the shoot to ensure that I come home with at least one good shot. This is the resulting image; a scene where every single pixel seems to contribute to the whole with not one wasted.
On the outside, he's calmly sipping his first coffee of the day, waiting to open up shop for the early birds; on the inside, he's ready to burn the bakery to the ground just to avoid speaking to another customer. No one knows anything. No one understands anything. Chaos reigns.
To hide, American Bitterns can point their bills straight up and elongate their necks to look very like a reed. Or they can scrunch into a ball and appear as a clump of dead vegetation, only resolving as a bird on close inspection.
Marble Hot Springs
California
Shifting light - The view from the Quiraing looking down the Trotternish Ridge with some intense fragments of light picking out the features of Cleat and Dun Dubh.
Early morning atmospheric conditions bringing out the best that Skye has to offer, with the welcome break in the clouds revealing that magical Skye light that makes this such a special landscape.
Isle of Skye, Scottish Inner Hebrides
Explore #1 21/07/2025
This is a partial façade of the Kaleidoscope, a building in London. I like its interplay of structure, light, and reflection. The building becomes a silent theater, where geometric precision meets fleeting moments - birds in flight, fragments of sky, and shifting shadows. Each perspective angle reveals something new: the left is quiet with reflection and migrating birds and step-by-step to the right the intensity changes into a more intense colourful rhythmic palette. It’s a meditation on how perception shapes reality, inviting us to find beauty in transformation and the ever-changing world around us.
Here's the final artwork for the CD sleeve. It will be a limited run of music performed by our church band. I changed the overall balance, added the "Shift" text and changed the "framed" image (which I shot yesterday). I like the final outcome, hopefully it will interest people.
Beneath a sky fractured by shifting clouds, Lofoten’s peaks rise in jagged defiance, their edges etched against the dimming light like the script of an ancient, undeciphered language. Golden beams, sharp and fleeting, lance through the mist, not to illuminate but to sculpt—carving lines of impermanence into the rugged stone, as if the universe were writing an ode to its own imperfection.
The mountains do not stand; they loom, timeless yet restless, their forms whispering of upheaval and stillness in the same breath. Mist coils through the valleys, not as concealment, but as something alive, something uncertain—an interlude between revelation and obscurity. The scene feels less like a landscape and more like a question suspended in the air, unanswered and unanswerable, vibrating with quiet intensity.
This is no harmony, no serene moment of balance; it is a collision—a struggle between light and shadow, permanence and decay. The peaks are not guardians or monuments; they are the earth’s raw truth laid bare, fractured, unyielding, yet strangely vulnerable beneath the weight of the sky’s indifferent gaze. The light does not caress them—it strikes, refracts, vanishes, leaving no promise of return.
In this tableau, the boundaries of self dissolve. To behold it is to teeter on the edge of comprehension, caught between the transient and the eternal. The mountains seem less a part of the earth and more a rupture in it, a place where the world has torn itself open to reveal something both terrifying and profound: a reminder that existence is neither fixed nor fleeting but an ongoing act of becoming, always at the mercy of forces beyond understanding.
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Todays theme of "Photo sunday" is "Shiftings" and this is my contribution. The seasons are shifting.
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Dagens tema i Fotosöndag är "skiftningar" och detta är mitt bidrag. Årstiderna skiftar.
Here's one from sunrise last week in Malibu, CA. Looking forward to getting on the road and heading up to the Sierras sometime in October. Not that I don't love shooting at the sea but I'm ready for some new scenery. Thanks for taking a look.
Myakka River, Sleeping Turtles Preserve
3-shot shift panorama
Pentax K-1
Laowa 20mm f/4 Zero-D Shift
Iridient Developer
Affinity Photo
"Across the valley, Brewster Creek empties into the Bow River. All the sand and gravel deposited by the creek has forced the river to shift it's course towards this viewpoint, creating a marshy wetland, or "backswamp" where the Bow River once flowed."
from Friends of Banff
Mount Bourgeau rises on the right.
Midday shots, like this, are frowned upon. The contrasts are dramatic and can be overpowering. Many of my images are "wrong time of day" shots. I generally cover many miles daily so don't often have the luxury of planting myself waiting for the best time of day. There is just so much beauty out there to view, enjoy and capture as best one can, when one can.
Thanks for taking a look and for any comments or suggestions.
I just kept aiming my little $10 .1 megapixel Shift 3 mini digital camera at the thunderstorm until I got something. Only twice did the delayed reaction of the shutter on the toy camera fire at the same time as the lightning struck, but this was the best of the two times it did. I was standing in the relative comfort of my covered front porch and holding my hand with camera attached out from under the edge of the roof into the rain and aiming in an upwardly direction. I remember this streak - it was a lot longer, but I just caught part of it.
The UK has been experiencing high winds today and Swansea Bay was no exception.
Most of the sand from the West side of the beach is now on the east side!
Just above the dropoff (previous photo), the walls of Puppet Draw show abrupt changes in flow direction of the sand between bedding planes.
Vertical faults through the sandstone show at least a dozen such bedding planes. Each sequence indicates different circumstances of flow, direction and sometimes mineralogy.
See next photo for wider angle view from this spot.