I was overjoyed when on an evening walk through Longparish last night, this captivating spectre-like beauty glided noislessly through one of the meadows in search of prey.

Thank you all for your kind responses.

While out at a marsh photographing red-winged blackbirds at dawn, the hope was that it is cold enough for the bird's breath to show, that there is sufficient sun to backlight the bird and breath vapours, and that it is calm enough for the condensation to linger near the bird. This was a good morning for all three.

There was one other person, and we were both photographing this individual, and we both noticed the same thing. The birds exhalations spread out just near the head, but also down alongside the body. Hadn't seen that happen before.

When reviewing the images at home, I couldn't help but notice the spectre-like shape that was created. Almost like an angel.

A fleeting envelope of moisture lit up by the setting sun, gives off an almost brocken spectre like effect with this high-speed F-35 performance.

Even with two weeks to go before they were to be withdrawn, little did I know this was to be my last daylight shot of a Deltic in B.R. service. Dream-like, 55016 "Gordon Highlander" breeezes into Newcastle Central on the 0550 Kings Cross-Aberdeen.

14th December 1981

The Coliseum

"Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary

Of lofty contemplation left to Time

By buried centuries of pomp and power!

At length- at length- after so many days

Of weary pilgrimage and burning thirst,

(Thirst for the springs of lore that in thee lie,)

I kneel, an altered and an humble man,

Amid thy shadows, and so drink within

My very soul thy grandeur, gloom, and glory!

Clothing us in a robe of more than glory."

~Edgar Allan Poe

BR Standard Britannia 70027 ("Royal Star") waits for the road at Carlisle Citadel. A 'spectre-like' Ken Groundwater, with his distinctive bobble hat, looks on in the shadows. As night turned slowly into day the long exposure would give this marvellous twilight effect that balanced the platform lighting. circa 1967/8

besides the big ones (like something bad happening to my family) i feel like my fears are mostly vague spectres, like the fear of waking up in my 50s having spent the last twenty years in a cubicle and not realizing my potential.

From 'Historical Memoranda of Breconshire' by John Lloyd, 1904.

"BRECONSHIRE. BUCKLAND MILL.

This dismantled mill on the Usk, placed at Glawcoed at one of the most romantic and

picturesque spots in our beautiful county, has always had an interest for me. The fall of

the river over the rough, irregular, and steep ledges of the rich-coloured old red-sandstone

rocks is strikingly grand ; and the deserted mill just above, in full sight, with its shattered

and spectre-like wheel, becomes part and parcel of Nature's work of beauty.

And the picnics there in the days of my youth ! The ladies drank the pure water of

the river, and the gentlemen placed carefully their wine bottles in the rocky eddies to cool ;

and by-and-bye, when the repast was over, the rich mellow voice of Major Stretton would

be heard in his favourite hunting song of "My Brave old Hound!" These, the Llan-

gynider rocks, near Bucklaud Old Mill, were the convenient halfway meeting-place for

pleasure parties in summer time, for the gentlefolk of Brecon and neighbourhood, and of

the Vale of Crickhowell.

Very little of the ancient history of this mill most of the mills in Brecoushire possess

a very early origin have I been able to glean. Apparently, it was called in old

documents, Maesygwaelod Mill. In 1827 it seems to have been known as simply

Buckland Mill; and I have a letter now before me, of September 10th in that year, from

Mr. Thomas Abraham, of Talybont, making application for the tenancy :

" Being informed that Buckland Mill is to let by you, 1 should like to tack (sic) it for

a term of years on a repairing lease, By your finding Timber for the work."

The mill was very inaccessibly placed for wheel traffic, though that mattered little for

horses with pack-saddles. It was near to Llanddutty ford, on the Usk, and no doubt had

custom from both sides of the river, especially in dry seasons, when its unfailing water

supply gave it an advantage over other country mills.

It will be remembered that Mr. Thynue Howe Gwynne, the owner of Bnckland Mill,

died in 1826, and probably the falling into disrepair of the mill, and its ceasing to be let,

dates from that period not earlier. "

From 'Historical Memoranda of Breconshire' by John Lloyd, 1904.

"BRECONSHIRE. BUCKLAND MILL.

This dismantled mill on the Usk, placed at Glawcoed at one of the most romantic and

picturesque spots in our beautiful county, has always had an interest for me. The fall of

the river over the rough, irregular, and steep ledges of the rich-coloured old red-sandstone

rocks is strikingly grand ; and the deserted mill just above, in full sight, with its shattered

and spectre-like wheel, becomes part and parcel of Nature's work of beauty.

And the picnics there in the days of my youth ! The ladies drank the pure water of

the river, and the gentlemen placed carefully their wine bottles in the rocky eddies to cool ;

and by-and-bye, when the repast was over, the rich mellow voice of Major Stretton would

be heard in his favourite hunting song of "My Brave old Hound!" These, the Llan-

gynidr rocks, near Buckland Old Mill, were the convenient halfway meeting-place for

pleasure parties in summer time, for the gentlefolk of Brecon and neighbourhood, and of

the Vale of Crickhowell.

Very little of the ancient history of this mill most of the mills in Brecoushire possess

a very early origin have I been able to glean. Apparently, it was called in old

documents, Maesygwaelod Mill. In 1827 it seems to have been known as simply

Buckland Mill; and I have a letter now before me, of September 10th in that year, from

Mr. Thomas Abraham, of Talybont, making application for the tenancy :

" Being informed that Buckland Mill is to let by you, 1 should like to tack (sic) it for

a term of years on a repairing lease, By your finding Timber for the work."

The mill was very inaccessibly placed for wheel traffic, though that mattered little for

horses with pack-saddles. It was near to Llanddutty ford, on the Usk, and no doubt had

custom from both sides of the river, especially in dry seasons, when its unfailing water

supply gave it an advantage over other country mills.

It will be remembered that Mr. Thynue Howe Gwynne, the owner of Bnckland Mill,

died in 1826, and probably the falling into disrepair of the mill, and its ceasing to be let,

dates from that period not earlier. "

From 'Historical Memoranda of Breconshire' by John Lloyd, 1904.

"BRECONSHIRE. BUCKLAND MILL.

This dismantled mill on the Usk, placed at Glawcoed at one of the most romantic and

picturesque spots in our beautiful county, has always had an interest for me. The fall of

the river over the rough, irregular, and steep ledges of the rich-coloured old red-sandstone

rocks is strikingly grand ; and the deserted mill just above, in full sight, with its shattered

and spectre-like wheel, becomes part and parcel of Nature's work of beauty.

And the picnics there in the days of my youth ! The ladies drank the pure water of

the river, and the gentlemen placed carefully their wine bottles in the rocky eddies to cool ;

and by-and-bye, when the repast was over, the rich mellow voice of Major Stretton would

be heard in his favourite hunting song of "My Brave old Hound!" These, the Llan-

gynider rocks, near Bucklaud Old Mill, were the convenient halfway meeting-place for

pleasure parties in summer time, for the gentlefolk of Brecon and neighbourhood, and of

the Vale of Crickhowell.

Very little of the ancient history of this mill most of the mills in Brecoushire possess

a very early origin have I been able to glean. Apparently, it was called in old

documents, Maesygwaelod Mill. In 1827 it seems to have been known as simply

Buckland Mill; and I have a letter now before me, of September 10th in that year, from

Mr. Thomas Abraham, of Talybont, making application for the tenancy :

" Being informed that Buckland Mill is to let by you, 1 should like to tack (sic) it for

a term of years on a repairing lease, By your finding Timber for the work."

The mill was very inaccessibly placed for wheel traffic, though that mattered little for

horses with pack-saddles. It was near to Llanddutty ford, on the Usk, and no doubt had

custom from both sides of the river, especially in dry seasons, when its unfailing water

supply gave it an advantage over other country mills.

It will be remembered that Mr. Thynue Howe Gwynne, the owner of Bnckland Mill,

died in 1826, and probably the falling into disrepair of the mill, and its ceasing to be let,

dates from that period not earlier. "

From 'Historical Memoranda of Breconshire' by John Lloyd, 1904.

"BRECONSHIRE. BUCKLAND MILL.

This dismantled mill on the Usk, placed at Glawcoed at one of the most romantic and

picturesque spots in our beautiful county, has always had an interest for me. The fall of

the river over the rough, irregular, and steep ledges of the rich-coloured old red-sandstone

rocks is strikingly grand ; and the deserted mill just above, in full sight, with its shattered

and spectre-like wheel, becomes part and parcel of Nature's work of beauty.

And the picnics there in the days of my youth ! The ladies drank the pure water of

the river, and the gentlemen placed carefully their wine bottles in the rocky eddies to cool ;

and by-and-bye, when the repast was over, the rich mellow voice of Major Stretton would

be heard in his favourite hunting song of "My Brave old Hound!" These, the Llan-

gynider rocks, near Bucklaud Old Mill, were the convenient halfway meeting-place for

pleasure parties in summer time, for the gentlefolk of Brecon and neighbourhood, and of

the Vale of Crickhowell.

Very little of the ancient history of this mill most of the mills in Brecoushire possess

a very early origin have I been able to glean. Apparently, it was called in old

documents, Maesygwaelod Mill. In 1827 it seems to have been known as simply

Buckland Mill; and I have a letter now before me, of September 10th in that year, from

Mr. Thomas Abraham, of Talybont, making application for the tenancy :

" Being informed that Buckland Mill is to let by you, 1 should like to tack (sic) it for

a term of years on a repairing lease, By your finding Timber for the work."

The mill was very inaccessibly placed for wheel traffic, though that mattered little for

horses with pack-saddles. It was near to Llanddutty ford, on the Usk, and no doubt had

custom from both sides of the river, especially in dry seasons, when its unfailing water

supply gave it an advantage over other country mills.

It will be remembered that Mr. Thynue Howe Gwynne, the owner of Bnckland Mill,

died in 1826, and probably the falling into disrepair of the mill, and its ceasing to be let,

dates from that period not earlier. "

From 'Historical Memoranda of Breconshire' by John Lloyd, 1904.

"BRECONSHIRE. BUCKLAND MILL.

This dismantled mill on the Usk, placed at Glawcoed at one of the most romantic and

picturesque spots in our beautiful county, has always had an interest for me. The fall of

the river over the rough, irregular, and steep ledges of the rich-coloured old red-sandstone

rocks is strikingly grand ; and the deserted mill just above, in full sight, with its shattered

and spectre-like wheel, becomes part and parcel of Nature's work of beauty.

And the picnics there in the days of my youth ! The ladies drank the pure water of

the river, and the gentlemen placed carefully their wine bottles in the rocky eddies to cool ;

and by-and-bye, when the repast was over, the rich mellow voice of Major Stretton would

be heard in his favourite hunting song of "My Brave old Hound!" These, the Llan-

gynider rocks, near Bucklaud Old Mill, were the convenient halfway meeting-place for

pleasure parties in summer time, for the gentlefolk of Brecon and neighbourhood, and of

the Vale of Crickhowell.

Very little of the ancient history of this mill most of the mills in Brecoushire possess

a very early origin have I been able to glean. Apparently, it was called in old

documents, Maesygwaelod Mill. In 1827 it seems to have been known as simply

Buckland Mill; and I have a letter now before me, of September 10th in that year, from

Mr. Thomas Abraham, of Talybont, making application for the tenancy :

" Being informed that Buckland Mill is to let by you, 1 should like to tack (sic) it for

a term of years on a repairing lease, By your finding Timber for the work."

The mill was very inaccessibly placed for wheel traffic, though that mattered little for

horses with pack-saddles. It was near to Llanddutty ford, on the Usk, and no doubt had

custom from both sides of the river, especially in dry seasons, when its unfailing water

supply gave it an advantage over other country mills.

It will be remembered that Mr. Thynue Howe Gwynne, the owner of Bnckland Mill,

died in 1826, and probably the falling into disrepair of the mill, and its ceasing to be let,

dates from that period not earlier. "

When the sun is in just the right place behind you, and you look down at your shadow on the clouds you can see a rainbow halo or Brocken Spectre like this. I've seen it up a mountain looking over a edge, but this time we were in a plane (Still, on the way over we saw the Aurora Borealis from the plane, no pix though I'm afraid)

The rainbow is a true picture of a natural phenomenon. Just think — of course you know this — if you could get to where the rainbow is, you could quite comfortably pass through it; it is brought about simply by the inter-working of certain processes. Just as spectre-like, just as ghost-like, are all the processes of nature, only this is not perceived; they are not what they appear to be to the eye, the ear, or the other senses; they are the combined outcome of other spiritual processes. We tread the earth, believing we have solid matter below us; in reality it is merely what we perceive as with the rainbow — and when we believe we are treading on firm ground it is Ahriman sending up the force from below. -Rudolf Steiner

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When the sun is in just the right place behind you, and you look down at your shadow on the clouds you can see a rainbow halo or Brocken Spectre like this. I've seen it up a mountain looking over a edge, but this time we were in a plane (Still, on the way over we saw the Aurora Borealis from the plane, no pix though I'm afraid)

The rainbow is a true picture of a natural phenomenon. Just think — of course you know this — if you could get to where the rainbow is, you could quite comfortably pass through it; it is brought about simply by the inter-working of certain processes. Just as spectre-like, just as ghost-like, are all the processes of nature, only this is not perceived; they are not what they appear to be to the eye, the ear, or the other senses; they are the combined outcome of other spiritual processes. We tread the earth, believing we have solid matter below us; in reality it is merely what we perceive as with the rainbow — and when we believe we are treading on firm ground it is Ahriman sending up the force from below. -Rudolf Steiner

wn.rsarchive.org/Lectures/GA184/English/RSP1965/19181012p...

The plumes from the falls waft over the rocky landscape with light filtering through the background trees creating spectre like shadows.

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A spectre-like white insect. It is commonly known as a flatid bug.

another go a something Halloween like - I like the way the long exposure caught the nearest leaves and made them look a bit spectre like!

Pictures 4 and 5 is part of a series influenced by Benjamin Cottam’s work. I chose to concentrate on drawings of animals rather than people although I adopted Cottam’s style of intricate detail and a central-positioning on the page. I was also keen to adopt the idea of partially including defined contour lines around the animal. His drawings inspired me and I wanted to convey in the same technique my appreciation for the present and its vivacity as opposed to his portrayal of the forgotten or soon-to-be forgotten. This is the principal reason for my use of colour rather than a spectre-like, black and white, vague image receding into the background. I used watercolour as well as acrylic paints to give a more concentrated colour and definition.

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