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So I had a photo in mind for a while now, that I would climb up on the northern edge of Great End to be able to get a view of the Wasdale and Seathwaite valley's, unfortunately I got up a bit too late and with a very ice slippy face I decided to stay a bit lower.
Allen Crags offer a decent elevated point with Sprinkling Tarn in the foreground too. So I opted to camp here for the night and grab a few shots.
This is the series of waterfalls in the Little Eachaig River just before it goes under an old bridge near Clachaig. I've tried photographing it with my DSLR and tripod but the rocks were extremely slippy so couldn't get a good shot. This was taken from my drone instead.
Yesterday morning after a heavy snowfall overnight that ended with rain that created ice under the snow. It was slippy to walk here!!
Lumsdale Falls is located in the Lumsdale Valley, Derbyshire.
The valley is home to a series of magnificent waterfalls, ponds and the ancient ruins of three mills.
This area is of huge archaeological significance, here you will find one of the largest collections of water powered industrial mills in the country.
As long as you have the use of your legs you’ll find it an exhilarating walk, there are steps and handrails but some areas can be slippy as well as having the potential for a nasty fall if you aren’t careful.
Both this and the previous pic were taken on the Leica Q handheld, ie sans tripod.
I’ll upload a couple more tomorrow that I took with the Olympus EM1
I have been out and back and it was worth it, I just took this photo about fifteen minutes ago, hot off the press!! It is a cold frosty morning in Aberdeen. Have a lovely Saturday wherever you are.
A certain somebody tried to follow Vivica into the tunnels… It was a bit slippy so he started to reverse, but that was tricky too! He went forward and luckily came out the other side Tunnels are not made for mooses.
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Chocolate Moose by @red_riverroad and tunnel by @crashboxcustoms
I took this photo whilst relying on a tripod to keep me upright - the rocks were covered in algae and seaweed. However, the sunset looked so nice that safety was not my first concern :)
A very very very cold and super slippy day in Morecambe - popped in on way home. Last visit of 2022.
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It's really slippy and a bit risky getting round the stern of this ship. Climbing round the lethal razor wire, if you don't slip on a rock and snap your ankle you might fall on a jagged end of rusty reinforcing steel spearing skyward from a broken block of concrete. Or you might get caught by the security guard or his heavies he calls on to deal with intruders. After the last time when three men armed with sharp implements came rushing down the rocks towards us as we tried to beat a hasty retreat I was a little nervous as I struggled over the twisted rocks and debris on the high tide mark. A quick escape is not possible. But this time I had just got out round the razor wire when I heard the voices of two men. My heart skipped a beat as I saw their heads appear above the skyline as they headed towards me. And then....shock, horror, I realised one of them held a rifle at the ready! This was not going to end nicely! "Don't let them know you're scared", I told myself as I moved up the rubble towards them. Fortunately they asked me if there was anyone down 'there' and I was pleased to be able to tell them, yes, the man they wanted was still down there. They seemed keen to hurry past down to the 'intruder' as I assumed they thought he must be. Only at that point did I manage to see the rifle clearly. It was an air-rifle, and I realised I would probably survive to post my picture on flickr.
Lodore Falls are located just off the Borrowdale Road, a short walk from a National Trust car park. Getting to the falls is pretty easy however getting this shot was far from effortless. Whilst not the most spectacular falls they do offer a few good possibilities for photography, just getting the right composition is a bit challenging. The surrounding rocks are slippier than a shiny shovel on a frosty morning and I had to clamber to my chosen spot them wedge the tripod into those rocks. All worth it though for a shot I'm more than happy with
If I talk you about a waterfall in Iceland where you can go and walk behind? You will probably answer Seljalandsfoss which is indeed famous and hard to miss if you are driving on the main road.
But it is not the only one. The one I'll talk about today is called Kvernufoss. The existence of this waterfall is not well documented. There is a reason about it: the place is not visible from a road and there is no sign. In fact there is no road that leads directly to Kvernufoss and you have to walk in a field to reach it.
In fact the fall is not far from Skógafoss. If Skógafoss is on the left of Skógar (the city), then Kvernufoss is on the right. It should helps you to find it.
The little canyon before arriving on site is beautifull, and you may want to take some picture of the torrent. The waterfall itself is not far, crashing on the stones. Good point: it is not stuck along the cliffs so you can circle around. But be aware that the water makes the ground slippy.
Behind you will have the best view of the flow. The cloudy sky helped me a lot to get this moody atmosphere. But I think that a sunrise or sunset may also bring a precious light. Note that the fall is oriented toward the north so you can't see the sun directly through the canyon.
For this photo I really missed my fisheye lens. I did not carried it in Iceland for weight reason but it could have helped to catch a very unique point of view. However, my current lens has been wide enough to grab this astonishing view.
The process on computer was really hard. After several tries, I ended up to use a 32bits TIFF file. Then all the work has been done with Lightroom.
I hope you like it. :)
♫♪♫Underworld – Born slippy♫♪♫
Nada más verla en la pantalla de la cámara..., me vino a la cabeza una secuencia de la película Trainspotting, cuando Sick Boy y Begbie saltan desde la parte superior del armario....;-)
Just a few miles further west the mountain comes into full view. I could have sat here for longer, but it was too cold. I love this spot, the main Inverness to Kyle railway line passes under where I am standing. If you look closely you will see two deserted cottages, the story of which I know nothing about. That generation would have had a hard existence, it is so remote here. I was so happy to catch a little reflection in the water. I was not brave enough to clamber down to the loch side, it was too slippy.
Taken this morning along what is known in Donaghadee as the Second Commons, a walk along the edge of the shoreline. Lovely colours and textured on the rocks but tricky to compose as they were very slippy!! Tweaked a wee bit for effect :)
After way way too long, I decided to get myself out yesterday. Dusted off the camera, unfurled the hiking trousers, shook the spiders out of my boots and headed into Snowdonia.
Decided to head to Beddgelert, a fabulous drive out and a lovely little town with a lot more going for it than being the alleged burial place of a misunderstood dog!
You can follow the river along a park which takes you to the Aberglaslyn Gorge through which the Glaslyn river swirls and rushes downhill cascading into rocks and gushing over waterfalls. The path can be a bit treacherous at times, very uneven, rocky and slippy but it is dramatic and beautiful and well worth a wander.
After way way too long, I decided to get myself out yesterday. Dusted off the camera, unfurled the hiking trousers, shook the spiders out of my boots and headed into Snowdonia.
Decided to head to Beddgelert, a fabulous drive out and a lovely little town with a lot more going for it than being the alleged burial place of a misunderstood dog!
You can follow the river along a park which takes you to the Aberglaslyn Gorge through which the Glaslyn river swirls and rushes downhill cascading into rocks and gushing over waterfalls. The path can be a bit treacherous at times, very uneven, rocky and slippy but it is dramatic and beautiful and well worth a wander.
Another from Calvine, Perthshire.
Infrared again, with the colours added in photoshop. I could have framed this shot better, to get more of the gorge and river. But meh, the rocks were wet and slippy and I didn't want to risk it.
This is the waterfall at the top of Birchen Bank Wood, Woodhead. Follow the path on the right of the stream as far as you can go then cross the water. You will need Wellingtons or similar as there is no defined path across the stream. Follow another rough path on the right upwards but be careful it is slippy, steep and boulder strewn. Eventually you will see the waterfall. Go in Winter or early Spring for a greater water flow.
Fairy Glen, 1 Betws-y-Coed
After around 10 minutes on the footpath, the glen is reached by descending some stairs. Be warned that they are steep in places (and slippy in the wet), and therefore not suitable for everyone - good hiking boots are recommended. beside the A470.
The view is amazing and you can get some great photos here. It's well worth a visit.
A landscape shot of the black dolerite boulders on the beach at the southern end of Embleton Bay, with the ruins of Dunstanburgh Castle on the horizon. This was a magical moment! I had made my way by torch light across the golf course at Embleton at 5am, reaching these treacherous slippy boulders in the dark. There was no one else around and trying to find a safe place to set up was a real problem. I thought that the dawn would be poor at first as the sky began to lighten, but just before the sun popped up at 6.15 am the whole horizon exploded into colour. I was the only one around to witness this scene, lucky!
A wet day in Borrowdale didn't faze the troops. Paddy here was willing to perch himself on a blade of slate .. it was slippy, but second time lucky! The colour version is equally striking but thought this would do for the BW challenge
A ten mile walk today with a good hard frost firming up the ground first thing.
An impromptu rock concert for the sheep of Sibbertoft and a slippier, muddier, wetter walk home.
A broken night's sleep and an early start at dawn to a bitingly cold but sunny morning. I got organised cleaning the kitchen and disinfecting left, right and centre. Cleared frost off my car and went to the Pillars for eggs and milk. I meant to walk while there but it was so frosty and slippy I gave it a miss.
Had time for breakfast before my groceries were delivered and had put them away before the British Gas engineer appeared to replace a faulty programmer.
By then I had flagged so photographed birds in the garden. I don't usually see dunnock but it was so cold I expect to see newcomers if it keeps up. A gang of squabbling sparrows are regulars but this was solitary.
A leaflet appeared about the corona virus vaccine. I'm not happy about the delayed second dose which wasn't mentioned. I'm old enough to be one of the first to get it but maybe by the time my turn comes things will have changed.
The only other semi-decent image I managed to capture on my washed out trip on New Years Day. I think the composition would have been better from the other bank but the flow was fast the the boulders slippy. I figured I was just carrying too much gear to take the risk! All said it isn't a bad image and will have to satisfy my upload fix today :-)
I must admit I do like how rain changes colours and textures of leaves even if it does make them very slippy and dangerous :)
(Day 16 of 365)
Actually I'm not sure if it really is all that old, but a view like this wouldn't be the same if you called it the relatively new bridge. The sunlight on the leaves gives the impression of a pleasant pastoral scene when in fact its a sopping, boggy, sucky squelch down to the rocks, which are all covered in slippy green algae. For such a small stream it was surprisingly noisy, there is still a lot of meltwater coming down from the hills I suppose. Raitts Burn just at the road up to Balavil.
Definitely best to View On Black
Not the most scenic location near the end of two poo pipes..
I always like the challenge of trying to find beauty in something that shouldn't.
The pipes themselves are pretty big and very slippy so decided to stay between them as didn't want to be falling in the water here.
Very quick shot from last night as the colours faded even before proper sunset and spent ages trying to walk on the most slippery rocks imaginable down at Newhaven.
I'm sure these pipes have potential so will need to revisit at a slightly higher tide and these will make a good mono LE shot.
60 seconds at ISO 400 and F11 with B&W ten stop filter
Had to climb over extremely slippy rocks to get down to the waters edge. Taken using LEE filters landscape polariser, LEE Little Stopper and 0.9 hard grad filter.
One of the many footpaths to be found around Hardcastle Crags. This section is formed by tree roots and rocks - very slippy in wet weather
Hardcastle Crags, Hebden Bridge, Calderdale District, West Yorkshire, UK
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My first venture out into the wilderness didn't go too well.
When we first visited Acharacle the B&B owners told us how lovely the area was, great for dog owners like us with walks down to Castle Tioram, the Singing Sands and Ardtoe.
So when I got to the little parking area for the two mile walk to the Singing Sands there were already five cars there, I assumed early morning walkers already out ahead of me. I didn't pay much attention to the big sign saying "DANGER" and warning of unexploded munitions, after all it seemed to be a popular afternoon walk for the locals and tourists alike.
And so I eagerly set out anticipating the beauty of the pristine white Singing Sands. I quickly saw five red deer and suspect that if I had just sat and looked out over the mud flats I would soon have seen plenty wildlife. it looked perfect for otters. But I carried on along the stone track turning to take this hasty hand held panorama of the view behind me.
Soon the track climbed up into dense pine forest, so dark I imagined eyes watching me. I spotted an aluminium lighting gantry up in the branches, perhaps left over from filming the Eden, Paradise Lost reality TV castaway/ survival show years back. it did air but was discontinued as most of the volunteers gave up trying to survive there.
I came over one brow of the track and saw two dark creatures scamper into the forest. Pine martens or capercaillie? They were too far off to identify. Shortly after I saw a well trodden path down through the forest to my right, towards the sea. From the start it was very wet going. There had been weeks of heavy rain and the ground was sodden so much that I found myself zig zagging from one more solid mass to another to try to keep my feet dry. it would have saved me alot of energy if I had realised that was pointless and just plodded through that lovely looking bright mossy stuff that formed in the wettest parts. I took a tumble at a small slippy wooden bridge and ended up soaked down one side, cursing myself for not being more wary. But it was a struggle to get downhill through that forest and although I could tell it was worn route through the trees I saw no footprint in the mud. It made me wonder which way all those dog walkers went.
Just when I wondered when I might ever get to the beach, I emerged from the pine plantation. Everywhere I saw signs that the heavy rains had washed down out of the forest and pooled in the area of flatter ground ahead of me. The ground was no firmer to left or right and to maintain my line to the path ahead it seemed I had no option but to get wet feet and go straight across. Surveying it I saw that if I put my left foot on that clump on the left and my right on another I would be over the worst if I just kept moving. Gathering myself up I jumped and put my left foot on the first clump and what in my mind would be an inelegant hop skip and a jump just became a Whoosh as I disappeared straight down into the bog up to my waist. I threw myself forward and kept moving, grabbing the next grassy clump and crawling out the other side. That scared me. I imagined you could easily drown in one of these places and just disappear for ever. After that the trail meandered through tall bracken and trees until I found white sand below my feet.
Mighty relieved to be on the beach, I was surprised there wasn't even one person in sight....and not one footprint either. Not human, only deer.
I decided to walk along the beaches, looking for where the main route to the beach emerged. But try as I might I saw no sign. Time and again I set off up through the trees thinking I had seen a route but they all faded away, just deer tracks that vanished amongst the rocks and bracken. I didn't want to go back via the bog, it really had scared me, but I couldnt even find where I had originally come down through the forest. Now well overdue back home....I only went out for a brief explore and hadn't even had my breakfast... I decided to phone the Coastguard in case my wife rang to report me missing. I wasn't lost, I knew exactly where I was, but I just couldn't find a way back.
The sun came out and the dunes around me took on a Saharan look especially where I looked back and saw a lonely set of footprints crisscrossed the sand in a8 desperate search for a way out. In the end I was utterly exhausted and so relieved when I heard a shrill whistle and spotted two yellow jacketed figures emerge from the forest some distance away.
Thankfully the Coastguard were there to rescue me and get me home. But you soon learn out there, you're on your own.
This was quite hard to do and I hope you will give me brownie points for style and technique. With self timer set I had to run down the jetty which becomes progressively deeper and slippier in goose shit the further down you go towards the end, and stop before I was completely out of control. Then I had to pick up the lanterns and balance on one leg whilst not trying to think about overbalancing and going into the water, because the more I thought about it the more I wobbled. It's a silly photo, but I hate being predictable, whilst not wanting people to think I am mentally unstable. I know exactly what I am doing.
Also referred to as Eas na Smuid (Waterfall of smoke) in Gaelic, this impressive waterfall tumbles 140ft and you can feel the spray from the viewpoint. This waterfall is situated the other side of Loch Ness 10 miles further west than the village of Dores. It is a fairly steep climb down to the viewpoint good shoes are recommended. When we visited it was dry but the path was pretty slippy with all the rain.
Well the storms seemed to have eased, it turned out quite a nice day here although it was very cold.