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Durdle Door (Diddly Doodar as my mum called it!)
It’s quite a trek to get down to famous rocky arch on the beach and on this occasion was rewarded with a rich gorgeous sunset . The spicy golden light was wonderful as the sun was moments from sizzling into the sea.
I kept looking over my shoulder admiring the last light hitting the spray from the waves as they crashed onto the pebbly shoreline.
January 3, 2019-Quiet Contemplation. Throughout the holiday season, one of my favorite times are moments of quiet, solitude considering the year that has past and the new year to come. My life is always go go go with the many things on my plate, so quiet time to be thankful and reflect is always one of my favorite parts. With eye surgery again, I had over two weeks off and its been nice to slow down. I'm sure my photos will be a lot quicker when I get back to the grind on Saturday, but until then I'll spend some extra time.
This photo, I feel so rusty haha. I had to crop it closer than I wanted as the slider screen door was hideous lol
ODC The Holiday Feeling
After visiting "The Egg" several weeks ago, I decided that a return visit was needed at dusk (last time was night already).
Personally, I think this one is my favourite.
The Egg, is officially known as the National Centre for Performing Arts.
This image is NOT HDR, it is a long exposure taken with my trusty B+W 110 3.0 (10 Stop) filter.
Canon 40D | Sigma 10-20mm @ 10mm | f13 | 202 Sec | ISO100
Little processing has been done, apart from a slight crop on the right, and some noise reduction in the sky. The colour comes from a combination of the dusky sky, and the slight colour cast given by the filter. It was a very windy day, and I was very happy with how the water smoothed out!
Colliford Coven 🔥
Witches gather around nature’s cauldron at sunset or so it seemed!
The very low water level revealed an uncanny circle of mysterious dead trees resembling some sort of haunting ceremony around a fiery pool. (or am I overreacting with all the medication haha )
This is not my usual clean shot but I had to post it to tell the story.
Please read on if you have a minute...it may make you smile.
Liz and I sat in the car sipping tea from enamel mugs under dark skies with the occasional downpour watching and waiting for a cloud break. I could see the dead trees I wanted to photograph by the lakeside and was always hopeful for a dramatic sunset.
What did baffle me was the same camper-vans and cars driving and stopping in all the parking areas around the lake, almost as though they were following a rota. I noticed they were all older men on their own! Rumour has it that Colliford has a reputation for this. Blimey!
A smartly dressed well groomed chap parked his camper next to me and saw I was setting up my camera. He approached me with his swept back bleached blond hair and shiny face to explain he was looking for a rare bird. Yikes! I was a little uncertain of his friendliness and bird story so didn’t respond so he soon gingerly returned to his ‘ride’. The strange mans behaviour was a little odd as he unfolded a large map that stretched across the full windscreen so he could hide behind it. Minutes later, off he went to the next parking area further along the lake. I was suspicious now because a middle aged guy in a Spyder sports car was acting the same way flitting around the lake and it seemed he was following the camper.
Minutes later, “Oh, here comes another map reading camper driver” who proceeded to slowly do a lap and off he went. “Had I given a secret signal by mistake”. I didn’t get my map out!
Anyway, back to photography, there was a gap in the sky on the horizon. Kitted out for bad weather we headed down through a field in the rain towards the lake.
Looking back I noticed the two campers were back but together this time. Funny that!
The water level looked so low and the lake revealed some great looking dead trees surrounding a pond. I carefully made my way down through the mud with the tripod. “Oh dear!” I shouted (or something similar) as my foot disappeared under the mud and over the top of my wellie. Liz took my tripod then tried to pull me out by my hand but I was much too heavy. There was no way of pulling my wellie out because my other foot was sinking too. I asked her to quickly gather some wooden branches and lay them down over the quick-mud so I had leverage to pull my sunken leg out. No chance! It was stuck-fast as continued to sink further into ‘Swampsville’. Both of us slightly panicking and my heart pumping from the exertion I decided to haul my foot out of the wellie. With both hands and one foot planted in the black smelly gunge I pulled myself free. My sodden mud laden sock flopped about on my foot and my expensive gloves were full of black gritty slime. Utilising the collected branches as a platform and using both hands I pulled and wriggled the wellie in the dense wet mud which luckily came out with a ‘pop’ and a splatter. Panting for breath I crawled to hard ground and stripped off all the gear that was caked in the black stench. In threw my sock and gloves in a pile feeling slightly angry but relieved. It looked like I was wearing a black ankle sock for a few days where the mud had stained my skin. Thank goodness for my SAS training. “Yeah right, more like Mr Bean”.
Never one for giving up on a photo shoot, I noticed the sun had dropped and burst through the clouds. I hadn’t even taken a photo yet after the great escape haha! After a few shots I started to find the whole scenario rather funny. It’s a good job I wasn’t on my own though because I’m sure I would of needed the fire brigade to pull me out. “Slightly embarrassing“.
Anyway, the light was fantastic and quite dramatic as it lit up the lake and cast tree shadows across mud. It looked like the trees were burnt out from a roaring lake fire. Happy now, I put the pile of stinky clothes into a polythene bag and squelched back to the car.
Many more camper-vans had turned up as it went dark and someone of them probably witnessed my trouser change to Liz’s amusement. “Nice bum” she said laughing. Grrrrr!
A “Stuck in the Mud” moment to add to the many escapades.
As for Colliford lake, the rumours may be truei!
Here at Fotodiox sometimes we just like to go outside and spend time enjoying nature with a camera.
- Photo by Sean Anderson
If you’ve got a spare few minutes, give it a read. If not then enjoy the photo.
It filled me with great sadness last week to find out that my beloved plane graveyard would soon be no more. The land has been sold to make way for a few thousand new houses and the planes fate has been sealed, I don’t know if they will be scrapped or saved but it’s inevitable now.
I first visited here in 2007 and it was my first real light painting road trip, I had a blast and did something unique and came away with what then were my best images. This has always been my favorite location with about 15 planes in the middle of nowhere. It was what I had dreamed of. When I first saw the work of Troy Paiva, I wished we had those kinds of locations in this country. We did, they we’re just hard to find. I even took Troy here when he visited.
This place holds a lot of memories for me and some of my best work was made here. Over the years planes started to disappear, one by one, sold off for restoration to private collectors, it was sad but it was alright because my favorite planes remained and I still had stuff to shoot if even it wasn’t as much as before. A few more years passed and most of the planes had gone. All that remained were The Sea Prince, The Shackleton and the Whirlwind, my 3 favorites, still made the 200 odd miles round trip worth while. Hell I just always assumed they would be here, The Shackleton is just too damn big to move!
Me and a few friends had one last trip in 2011 to bid them farewell as they could go at any time. It was the super moon and what a night it was! I shot the best photos I’d ever taken on that night and are still some of my best to this day. This place has always made me happy, and also sad at the same time, sad that one-day they will be gone, rotten, scrapped or even restored. In my head I naively thought maybe I could save them one day, maybe I would be that person with land and money and would take them away to save, to be fair I’d just have a plane graveyard in my garden and take photos of it all the time. 11 years on and I’m no better off now than I was then.
When I found out the plane graveyard was being demolished I was real bummed out, and just moped around the house all day because I really wanted to go and say goodbye but couldn’t justify the trip. At 9:00 that night my wife said we were going to get fuel so I could go one last time, seen as they could be gone any day, even leaving it a day could be too late and I would regret it forever.
Also my wife and son really wanted to see them, as we had never been as a family before and they had only seen my photos and heard my stories. The plane graveyard is not close, it was a 6 hour round trip in the end. We arrived around midnight, the solitary security hut was still there with it’s annoying security light, after scouting it out from a distance for a bit I realized that the hut was unmanned and we snuck under the fence. As I walked in I could see the silhouette of The Sea Prince in the sky. The Sea Prince had a new military style paint job since I had last been which I did prefer to the old one. The place is now mad overgrown as no one is tending to it with 5ft weeds everywhere, we had to fight a path up to the plane and made camp.
Now I’ve romanticized this place for years, it was the most beautiful unearthed gem with endless possibilities for stunning photos to be made but it was sad to see the plane in such a state, even the new paint job done a few years previously was crumbling off, which I liked, but it was obvious that this hidden gem had not only been exposed to the elements but to the arseholes as well. There was a barrage of litter inside from beer bottles to coke cans, anything that was not bolted down has been ripped out, and even things that were bolted down had attempted to be removed. Every window had been smashed and there was glass everywhere along with many people who had “been ‘ere” and “luved” someone scratched in to the paint.
Although they had seen better days I was here to documents the final days of these old forgotten relics one last time. I have always had a strong connection with the planes here that I have not felt with any other abandoned vehicle, machine, building or plane, and not in a “weird” way but…. Ok maybe it’s a little weird; maybe some other light painters will understand where I’m coming from?
I’ve not been “myself” for the past few years, possibly since my Mum passed away, I’ve just not felt like doing anything at all, not really, I’ve barely existed, in fact these are the first pictures I’ve taken this year. This was the first photo I took on that night and from the second the shutter opened up so did I. My wife said it was brilliant to see me snap back in my element. I had gone back to my roots, good old fashioned flash gun and gel light painting, I’ve tried to keep up with the times with all these fancy spinning lights but really this is where my heart is and always will be. There was no trial and error going on, every shot was first time every time, lighting was perfect, colours were complimenting. Apart from the weather not making its mind up about being starry or cloudy everything was going my way for what felt like the first time in years. I was just waiting for the police to rock up and throw me out, but no the whole night was uninterrupted and I came away with more photos than I’ve taken in the past few years.
After shooting The Sea Prince for a bit and taking a self portrait for posterity It was time to make our way over to The Shackleton. My wife and son have only ever seen photos of these planes so when I told them how big it was they we’re shocked, not as much as when they saw it, to hear someone see it and say “wooow” for the first time, is just great. Again sadness came over me as I saw the state it was in, 5/6ft weeds everywhere, windows smashed, crude graffiti on the side from 15’, no propellers. The only way my wife and I could describe it was like watching a dinosaur die, like on Jurassic Park, this huge thing is lying before you and there is nothing you can do to save it but watch.
I shone my torch over to the Whirlwind and to no surprise it had gone. I believe I saw a picture of it the other day in it’s new home as an obstacle on a paint ball course. I had a walk round best I could to look at the old office, the caravan and the old workshop. Again everything had been smashed, trashed and stolen, the only thing that could have been worse is if it was set on fire. Every window smashed, paint thrown over all walls, literally everything not bolted down was taken.
As I walked in to the workshop I heard a familiar sound, a little flapping, or tapping, I shine my torch to the roof to see my old friend, the chopper hopper. Anyone who remembers the story and photos will know that a little bird used to live in the Whirlwind, and he sat very nicely and let me photograph him. With the Whirlwind gone he seemed to have moved in to the workshop. Almost like fate that we met again at the end, he did seem a little distressed, possibly that his home had been taken away.
Now I never do this, as there are unwritten rules that we abide by - to leave a place as you found it. To enter but not to break, you shall not vandalize and you shall have respect but, the place is being demolished and it was my last time here. I wanted a souvenir other than my photos to remind me of the place. I was planning on just taking a piece of the smashed glass from The Sea Prince but as I was about to leave the workshop this caught my eye in the corner of the room. It was battered and beaten with bits of thrown paint on it, it had been trodden on, was rusty and covered in bird shit. It was perfect. An old fashioned Oxo tin, I have one the exact same at home that I got from my Nan’s house after she passed. It was perfect.
I walked back round to The Shackleton. It has always been my favorite plane, I’ve always felt a true affinity for it, I don’t know why. Most people think it is the most hideous thing they have ever seen, not me. It has real beauty. I actually have a tattoo of it on my left arm. Apparently there are plans for it’s future, although I do not know them I will be keep an eye out.
I wasn’t quite ready to do The Shackleton justice as all my usual angles were overgrown I’d have to be more creative. I decided to go and see if the Meteor was still around the corner on pallets. It was, although heavily over grown I made the best of it and came away with a few photos one last time.
I walked back to The Shackleton again, I felt it now, it was time. I just sort of walked around it and the angles just kept coming to me, angles I never would have picked before but new angles that seemed right for the occasion. Every time I said we’re finished and went to walk away another angle would catch my eye and we would stay a bit longer. Maybe I just didn’t want to leave it. After collecting my last few photos I said I was done and it was time to get a few more of The Sea Prince before leaving.
We started walking away and as I got to the edge of the compound I stopped dead in my tracks, and I could barely get the words out of my mouth, I said “I have to say goodbye” I asked my wife and son if they wanted to come and say goodbye as well or stay here while I did it. They said they would like to say goodbye as well. We walked back over to the gentle giant and as I arrived at my old friend to say goodbye for the very last time, I didn’t know what to say, no words or emotions came to me in this time. All I could do was hold my hand against the side of the plane and say “Thank you for being in my life.” Nothing else mattered in this moment, the 3 of us stood in the middle of a field at 3am with our hands on the side of a plane in silence. I don’t know how long we did this for; it might have been 30 second it might have been 2 minutes or more. This moment was timeless and I’ll never have another like it. Just before I removed my hand from its body I literally almost felt it die, probably just my emotions but It was almost like it had been waiting for me to come back and say goodbye before it could leave. As we started walking away my wife asked me if I was ok and was I upset. It was sad, it was hard to say goodbye, but it was ok. I was grateful for the joy and happiness that I’ve had from its existence rather than sad for the fact that its existence may end soon.
We started walking back down to The Sea Prince for a few more photos then it would be time to leave. We set up camp again and I got a few more shots. It literally started getting light as I was shooting and it was time to go. We said goodbye in the same fashion as we did The Shackleton, hands on the side, silence and said thank you. Again it was sad but it was ok. We packed up and started walking back to the gate. I turned round for one last look at the silhouette I was greeted with never to be seen again by my eyes.
We got back to the van and started our 3 hour journey home, I wasn’t even tired, I was contempt, On the way home me and my wife spoke about our goodbyes, and she told me that in our silence with our hands on The Shackleton she also said thank you for it bringing me such happiness and she too felt the connection that I had, like it was alive, like it was dying, like she wanted to help it and save it. She loved it just as I did.
Me, my wife and son shared an awesome adventure together, one that made me feel me again, I actually felt excitement and anticipation to go out again and rekindle something I once had such passion for. It was the plane graveyards final gift to me.
This has been hard for me, and emotional to write but I hope you’ve enjoyed reading about this adventure that has been special to me, or just the nonsensical ramblings of a guy who is losing his shit over some old planes that no one else cares about.
A strong westerly onshore wind and a lively sea was spectacular but a little scary. Large waves can catch you out on the slippery rocks so much care was taken to capture this dramatic ocean scene.
Here's a view of our lighting setup for our GoPro Sharkcage photo shoot. using a Fotodiox LED lights and some blue gels.
wish |wi sh |
noun
a desire or hope for something to happen or express a strong desire or hope for something that is not easily attainable
"the most fantastical magical things can happen and it all starts with a wish"
Sun was a little shy on this hazy morning. Its light was getting intense and there's no way I can get it in the frame. So I just used my ND filter to stretch the shutter speed a little more and create a subtle water texture against the details of those hard massive rock formations. Used Nikkor 28-300mm VRII lens and a remote shutter release.
Exposure:13
Aperture: f/18.0
Focal Length:34 mm
ISO Speed:200
In November 2019, the renovated bus platform above The Hague Central Station was re-opened. After years of work, city, regional and international buses use a completely redesigned platform. For example, the boarding stops, the roof and the waiting area for travellers have been renewed. Furthermore, the walking routes are shorter and there are digital screens above the stops with information about the departure times.
The renewal of the bus platform has developed into a municipal headache in recent years. For example, the severely delayed project cost almost five million euros more than the originally estimated 20 million. The cause of the delay was a conflict between the municipality and contractor KWS Infra. The problems arose in the summer of 2018, when a hole appeared in the concrete deck during the demolition of the old roof, a remnant of the original Central Station. According to the builder, this was due to concrete corrosion, but the municipality has never confirmed this reading. The fight really heated up when KWS stopped the works and demanded more money.
Technical stuff
This is a single handheld shot, testing the Anti-Flicker Shooting setting on a R6. We all know the problem: you want to shoot a photo in lighting conditions with a flickering issue. The intermittent flashing of certain lighting such as LED-panels and as fluorescent light. Lucky me, the renovated bus platform is packed with such lights.
When set at enabled, the shutter-release time lag will become longer. Also, the continuous shooting speed will/may become slower, and the shooting interval may become irregular. Flicker at a frequency other than 100 Hz or 120 Hz cannot be detected. Also, if the flickering frequency of the light source changes during continuous shooting, effects of the flicker cannot be reduced.
This shot was taken with 2500ISO, f7,1, -2/3, 1/50 and 18 mils. Post-production was limited; due to testing reasons. The conversion to black-and-white has been done for a more attractive publication on Flickr. Finally, I added some copyright signs (in Photoshop). The latter is, alas, there to stay due to the frequent copying of my photos. So, don't bother commenting on that.
This is one of many camping fields at Glastonbury Festival this year.
The photo was taken at (dawn) thursday 26th june.
This is just a fraction of the tents that were actually pitched when the festival was in full swing.
The majority of people pitched their tents friday & Saturday although some late arrivals was still pitching tents on sunday (the last day of the festival)
Psst...! click here to see the whole Glastonbury Festival '08' set.
Taken in Qingdao, one of the Beijing Olympic Games sister cities, where the sailing events were held.
Qingdao is still a vibrant holiday city, despite the absence of the Olmpics.
Although China's middle class is growing, the quality and obvious expense of the of the yachts and catamarans highlight the obvious divide between, the "haves" and "have-nots".
Another shot taken with my "baby" (B+W110 10 Stop Filter).
A tobacco Cokin filter gives the sky some colour.
Canon 40 | Sigma 10-20mm @ 14mm | f22 | 66 Sec | ISO100
Having updated my camera gear over the last few months I thought it best to get a shot of it all out on display.
•Canon 70D with Tamron 17-50mm f2.8
•Canon 70-200mm L usm
•Canon EF 1.4 x Convertor
•Canon 50mm
•Shutter Release
•2 x spare Batteries
•Polarising Filter
•Manfrotto 293 Tripod
•Lee Big Stopper
•Lee adapter ring and filter holder
•ND Grad Filters
•Fingerless Gloves
•Opinel Saw (Always Handy)
•Lens Cloth
•Notebook
•Giotto Dust Blower
•Lowepro Flipside 300 Bag
•Fuji X10 (not shown used for this shot)
•Spare SD cards in the pocket
I know it might seem a lot but I have trimmed it down to what I used to carry about with me. I leave my Flash , wireless remotes etc at home these days
A Sunset Smile
There were some great sand ripples and contouring at Crantock beach at low tide.
This one made me smile
This image is NOT HDR, it is a long exposure taken with my trusty B+W 110 3.0 (10 Stop) filter. needed at dusk (last time was night already).
The Egg, is officially known as the National Centre for Performing Arts, or Beijing Opera House, in China's up and coming capital city.
Canon 40D | Sigma 10-20mm @ 10mm | f13 | 204 Sec | ISO250
Little processing has been done, apart from a slight crop, and some sharpening. The colour comes from a combination of the dusky sky, and the slight colour cast given by the filter.
This has got to be one of my favourite destinations along the Cornish northern coastline. It was a mad rush down onto the beach with the lighthouse out of sight to the right. The sea was calm but neat waves still crashing onto the pure sandy coves. The 'afterglow' was fabulous with a fiery sky reflecting onto the wet sand.
Processed with CameraBag 2
For Macro Mondays theme - New
Part of my newest camera
Walthamstow, East London, UK
This photo was captured uper from the water the man shadow under the water .. thats make a collaboration ..
Yes.
Its been an year exactly that I took to flickr.
I often take out time to look at my photostream and see how I've evolved over this one year.
Its a reflection of me, I've often discovered. A reflection of how I was feeling, how I am feeling and how I'd feel in the future. A reflection of my life.
And the numerous friends I have here are my life. Their photos are my inspiration and the amazing work here is one of the many reasons why I love flickr so much. I can't even begin to explain how much your support means to me. But I'd just say it goes a long way in making me the photographer that I am today.
Star trails was a long dream. It had to come true on this day and yes, it has. I just love the challenges that doing something new in photography confronts you with. No game, no winners.
Hope you like this.
Loads of love
2k
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At around 1:27 in the night, the last exposure was written to the card. After that, the camera took another 100 odd exposures but couldn't write them onto the card because the battery died and I lost those 100 exposures. The trails would have been longer otherwise. But I'm not too unhappy with this for my first star trail shoot. :)
See the first comment for some interesting shots from this journey.
Taken in Qingdao, in Shandong Province in China.
In 2008, Qingdao was the one of the Olympic Cities used during the Beijing Olympic games - for the sailing events.
The olympic centre is now open to the public to look around.
This image is taken from the Olympic Marina across the bay to the Financial District of the city.
Despite the orange effect in the sky, it was actually a very cold, windy day. The sea is smoothed by the long exposure allowed by the B + W 110 filter (10 Stop).
Canon 40D | Canon 17-40L @ 19mm | f22 | 41 Sec | ISO100
This is a exposure calculator and exposure meter.
The meter no longer works, but is a nice example as a display pice for the collection.
Split zine with Sam Harris
Includes 8 images from my series "Industry" and 8 images from his series "200 Miles"
Hand numbered edition of 50
Printed to 140gsm recycled paper, staple bound with card covers in a printed envelope.
£5.00 posted to the UK a little more elsewhere
This image is part of the "Industry" series featured in the zine.
Belgium - 2010
I pressed Ian into pressing the shutter release on the Nikon SLR :-)
52 weeks of 2017, week 28
Pressed... good word, so many meanings:
to try hard to persuade someone to do something;
to push something firmly, often without causing it to move permanently further away from you.
190/365 2017
Dartmoor Heather
I just had to turn off the A38 and head for the moors with a sky like this beckoning! Knowing the Heather was in full bloom I thought the combination of the two would make a pretty picture.
Nice evening light too!
The Tuanku Mizan Zainal Abidin Mosque, or Iron Mosque (Malay: Masjid Tuanku Mizan Zainal Abidin or Masjid Besi) is the second principal mosque in Putrajaya, Malaysia after Putra Mosque. It is located in Putrajaya's Precinct 3, opposite the Palace of Justice. Construction began since April 2004 and was fully completed on August 2009.It was officially opened by the 13th Yang di-Pertuan Agong, Tuanku Mizan Zainal Abidin on June 11, 2010...google