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Last Thursday was one of the busier days in my new and not very hectic lifestyle. If there had been a diary, it would have looked something like this - 1pm, lunch with Lucy in Penzance; 3pm (or thereabouts) set up tripod at some yet to be decided lonely coastal location; 6:30 tune into free webinar courtesy of one Mr N Danson, YouTube leviathan of this parish. Lots of things to occupy the afternoon and evening, but all of them fun and none of them destined to cause the rush of panic that five out of every seven days used to bring for most of the year.
Receiving an invitation to dine with one of the leading lights from the place where I used to work is about as close as getting the VIP treatment as I ever will to be honest. I’ve watched Lucy rise through the ranks towards the stratosphere over the last eight years in fascination at how a person can have such an enormous capacity for hard work and tireless enthusiasm. Quite how she keeps going year after year with such energy levels is a mystery to me, but then I always did have my eye on the exit door that I’d be running through as soon as the finances allowed. So bearing in mind her admirable work ethic, I felt doubly honoured to take up so much of her time over a three course early Christmas lunch after which I could barely move from my chair. By the time I forced down the last wedge from the generously filled cheeseboard it was clear that I wasn’t going to need any tea that evening. I can’t ever let food go to waste, so leaving things untouched on the plate isn’t in my lexicon – I think it’s something to do with the Irish blood and the potato famine.
Lunch over, and Lucy was preparing to deal with half a dozen new and urgent items that had cropped up during the almost two hours we’d spent catching up. I quickly decided that I wasn’t going to be of any further assistance and so I made for the car park, carefully concealing that still novel sense of jubilation that I could simply head for home while everyone else was dealing with the slings and arrows that would take them to five o clock and well beyond. I’d had half an idea to return to nearby Trevaylor Wood, but the combination of the cold north wind and the ever decreasing levels of foliage left on branches quickly snapped me out of what would have certainly been my final dismal attempt to capture autumn. I’d also considered continuing west towards Land’s End, but time would be against me and I’d be racing home through rush hour traffic later if I wanted to watch Nigel’s webinar. And then I remembered this place I used to go to all the time – the place I’ve inexplicably overlooked in recent outings. Perfectly located along the way home, it seemed obvious that I should finally return to Godrevy and the place that never stops giving. Behind me the sun was lighting its way through washed out clouds, softly diffused and promising a memorable sunset beyond the bluff above Carbis Bay.
Twenty minutes later, I marched along the familiar duckboards towards the commanding view over the long sands of Gwithian Beach and the west. As I chose my position on the clifftop the inevitable began to happen, the sun finding a thick bank of dark grey cloud to hide behind, taking my plans along with it after one single and poorly composed test shot. Around here such disappointments tend to happen more often than not, and so Plan B would have to be rolled into action, or at least it would once I’d decided exactly what Plan B was.
After a brief wander down to the mostly empty beach I ended up here, perched in the shelter of a crag beside one of the benches where we sit and watch the ocean on calmer and warmer days. From my lofty perch I could keep the tripod protected from the wind that was racing across the petrol blue sea towards the land. Despite the conditions, the sea was relatively calm so once more I went for my ND filters to smooth the sea and the sky and eliminate the distractions, and in the fading light I made a series of long exposures. One of the spin off benefits of taking six or seven minutes on each shot is that you can’t possibly end up with 582 of them to sift through like I did during Storm Arwen a couple of days later. It makes things a lot easier when it comes to the shortlisting and editing, and suits a lazy Thursday evening when you’re full of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding.
Later on I sat quietly nursing a mug of spiced ginger and lemon tea watching Nigel talking about all the other things he constantly reminds me are important. I winced a bit when he expressed his current opinion on the Orton effect (even though I’m sure I lifted my version of the process from one of his videos), but apart from that I hoped I was on the right tracks. Now remind me again, subject, composition, timing, light, unicorns…………
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The best time to photograph Sandend in Aberdeenshire, Scotland, is when the tide is about half-way out. When the water is high, most of these fantastic rocks aren't visible at all and it makes for a somewhat less impressive scene.
On the path that leads to nowhere, I have sometimes found my soul.
-- Corinne Roosevelt Robinson
While visiting Big Sky Montana back in 2015 we were told by a park ranger at Yellowstone NP where the grizzly bears were taken if they became too curious with or had interactions with stupid people doing stupid things in the park. Having seen and photographed my first Black bear in the park the day before…in a crowd of 50 other tourists’ shoulder to shoulder, my desire to see and capture a grizzly was off the charts!
The next morning a friend and I jumped in the car and headed to the truly in the middle of nowhere location provided by the ranger. For miles and miles, there were no fences, power lines, chem trails…no sign at all of what time period we were in. The timing of our quest was perfect as an early morning passing shower ignited a faint sweet smell to the cleanest of air…truly heaven on earth! The granting of a double rainbow was just sensory overload!
Looking down into the stream below, I noticed a beautiful granite bolder just below the surface of the storm’s runoff. In an example set by my mother since childhood, I climbed in and collected the rock to take home to provide a physical piece to the memory of a special place and time.
Today this rock is in our yard. Even though it’s been 10 years, I can still smell that sweet Montana post storm, morning air every time I see it.
Its Spring, so that means air shows on the way. Here's a shot of the amazing Brietling team in Portland last summer.
My camera is currently getting a professional clean before I head to Iceland in July on a photo tour and my car is in the garage getting some unfortunate major repairs - wont have either back for a week!
So mainly stuck at home and having to resort to posting older shots - this one a street scene taken in Zurich old town last year from our trip to Switzerland.
Timing and weather patterns play a big part in this " pastime" of ours, a narrow window of opportunity with some weather was forecasted for the more northerly part of the Cumbrian Coast, dropping down over Corney Fell the route was bathed in some decent sunshine with the Scottish coastline of Dumfries and Galloway looking its best. Its always " if only " and in this case the later path for the train would have all but guaranteed the sunshine that cruelly eluded us a short while before the trains arrival. The Nuclear flask train with 4 diesels and 1 container that went north a short while before the steam was in sunshine. In an area with so much industrial railway heritage with old line criss crossing each other.
I have made an attempt at cloning out 2 vans on the road below where the loco is.
My favorite train in one of my favorite places - but timing and outside factors needed to line up.
The Empire Builder runs along the former CB&Q mainline towards St. Croix where it will divert off the BNSF St. Paul Subdivision and make a run down the Minnesota side of the Mississippi River. The train lost time in northwestern Montana and was unable to recover, so the lateness sunk, floating just under eight hours. However, that lateness was making it possible for an afternoon shot in the Grey Cloud Dunes Scientific & Natural Area, but that was depending on the will of the dispatcher.
I arrived Grey Cloud Dunes well in advance of the Empire Builder arriving St. Paul Union Depot. In the meantime, I was happy to get some eastbound BNSF intermodal traffic while I waited, additionally watching the clouds come and go and hoping dispatching would route the train on the more scenic BNSF St. Paul Subdivision route winding along the Mississippi River in Cottage Grove, Denmark Township, and briefly in Hastings. At 4:16pm, the Builder departed Union Depot and the hope of seeing it at Grey Cloud was strong. To my surprise, the clouds broke off and the sun proudly shined on my scene - I now just needed the train! Nerves built around the prospect of getting 'the shot,' fingers crossed, but there was still a 50 percent chance the dispatcher would send the Empire Builder straight through Cottage Grove along US 10/61 and avoid Grey Cloud Dunes altogether. My nervousness turned to delight when the distant rumble of eastbound traffic became evident. I should note, too, that I had no idea what power combination would lead this particular run of the Empire Builder. I was just hoping to see it in any form. I was surprised to see this unique pairing of 203 and 301 through the lens as it passed into my scene.
Glorious!
I drove up to this roadside waterfall for the first time after the heat wave of June 2021 and the waterfall was barely a trickle. This time the flow was respectable and the light made nice beams as the sun popped over the top of the cliff.
Doug Harrop Photography • Oct. 18, 1976
Doug and his trusty camera were in the Tehachapi Mountains when he composed this spellbinding photograph of two eastbound trains. Southern Pacific 8953 East emerges from a side track, sanders fully engaged, as SP 8652 East waits on the main line at Rowan, California on Oct. 18, 1976.
As is often the case, timing is everything.
I was actually scouting for locations for the next morning. But the conditions in the late afternoon were so great (no wind, still water, nice reflection) that I couldn't resist taking this image. The following morning appeared to be crap, so I was thrilled with this result.
A few days after I posted this image on Instagram I was approached by an author, asking if he could use the photograph for the book he is working on.
So, if all things go well: this image can be viewed in print around summer. For now: have you all a great weekend and,
Enjoy!
(do yourself a favour and click L for a full-screen)
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An approximately ⅜” (9.5mm)-wide section of a frame of SMPTE 35-PA (RP-40) 35mm projector alignment film. (Click here to view a full frame of the film.) The checkerboard pattern serves as a focusing aid, and also helps to reveal steadiness and shutter timing issues.
I couldn't help but throw in a little pareidolia, courtesy of the two resolution charts, the centerpoint marker, and the black box used as an aid in detecting travel ghost (streaking that occurs when the shutter is improperly timed with the intermittent movement or damaged, or as a result of mechanical wear).
For a brief moment, the landscape reveals what is usually hidden.
High above the Ahr valley, the ruins of Saffenburg rise from a sea of fog. What emerges is not a castle alone, but a fragile balance between presence and disappearance, light and silence.
This series is not about chasing spectacular spots, but about patience, timing, and being present when the landscape decides to speak. Photohiking means walking with intent — slow enough to observe, focused enough to recognize the moment.
More about the philosophy behind this approach: www.photohikers.de
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Für einen kurzen Moment zeigt die Landschaft, was sonst verborgen bleibt.
Hoch über dem Ahrtal taucht die Saffenburg aus einem Meer aus Nebel auf. Nicht als Monument, sondern als flüchtige Erscheinung – zwischen Sichtbarkeit und Verschwinden, Licht und Stille.
Diese Serie handelt nicht von spektakulärer Spotjagd, sondern von Geduld, Zeitgefühl und dem richtigen Moment. Photohiking bedeutet, mit Absicht zu gehen: langsam genug zum Wahrnehmen, wach genug, um das Bild zu erkennen.
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On a windy bluff in my city is an area where Pasque Flowers bloom annually, an almost hidden area not many know about....and yet, every time I go there is always at least one person looking for them too:)
I was afraid I waited too long this year to visit but clearly I was on time...
Often known as an Easter flower due to its timing but in our climate it rarely blooms that early.
Happy late midweek, flickr friends...thanks for your visit....Pat...xo
****RIP Prince
Perfect timing as, when parking my car up to take shift, a familiar sound was heard in the distance and LSL's 46100 'Royal Scot' soon rounded the corner working a Saphos tour from Crewe to Scarborough.
'Yorkshire Coast Express' approaching Kirkham Abbey, the sun was in the wrong place, and was just breaking through the clouds, but the Scot still made an impressive sight, and a nice way to begin the afternoon shift.
Careful timing went into capturing the falls. I had a small window between storms where the clouds would be clear enough at sunset. It was 8 F degrees when I took this photo not including the windchill. On my way home temperatures dropped down to -10 F.
Happy New Year everyone
Timing in photography can make a huge difference in the appeal or action captured.
I was fortunate to capture this ducks behavior at the right time as it seemed to be responding in a less than friendly manner to the other duck nearby! - I love the other duck's indifference to the verbal attack too!!! :-)
I'm sure we could relate to this kind of behavior and probably substitute the ducks for people!! :-)
Hope you like it!
Thanks for any comments, views or favorites - greatly appreciated!!
Have a tremendous day and week folks!
Sunday is my Sunset day, the reason for that I don't have to worry getting up early, Monday is my day off,
All day there was not a cloud in the sky, when I got to the beach all sort of patterns started to develop,
Yes Timing is definitely everything!
Cherry on the Cake with Mr. Seagull getting into the frame:-)
Trust the timing
of your life.
it felt so good getting out last night.But i guess i have to pay the prize for going out cause my leg is just not having this but who cares hehehe i sure dont
This weeks Snap Happy theme of 'feathers and fur' was chosen by Margaret.
A very timely pair of images as this little caterpillar was one I saw just be chance while out walking my pooch last week, and the feather was a tiny little one, about the size of my little finger nail that landed ever so delicately on my geranium leaf in my garden. I couldn't go past both of these for this week's theme.
I had no sooner finish saying to Kevin that we hardly see pheasants any more when I looked over and saw this casually strolling by.
SUNSET ~ Florida Everglades U.S.A.
Loxahatchee National Wildlife Refuge
Winter ~ Ibis ~ Boynton Beach, Florida
South Florida ~ Palm Beach County, Florida
*[Well...almost everything. LOL Half-mile away]
*[Small Ibis-flock flying left/south over-the-sun]
Purple Martin. View Large On Black Purple Martins are aerial insectivores, meaning that they catch insects from the air. The birds are agile hunters and eat a variety of winged insects. Rarely, they will come to the ground to eat insects. They usually fly relatively high, so, contrary to popular opinion, mosquitos do not form a large part of their diet. IMG_6764
In my current life I have to plan pretty far in advance to work in a backpacking trip, which makes it challenging to time an adventure to coincide with shoreline blooms, since that timing varies each summer too. And I never really know until I get there anyway. So I was very pleased to see the color here last summer.
Before the annual fireworks show in Detroit, several old warplanes out of Willow Run were doing fly-bys on the river. I had to time my shots as they passed behind openings in the skyline.
Timing is Everything
Running like clockwork...
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After making two visits out to this slot canyon scouting, exploring, and shooting, Alan and I made a third excursion to capture this last scene. I always enjoy seeing swirling sandstone in slot canyon walls but I never seemed to find any bowl-like swirls in antelope canyon. Far above the canyon floor, we spotted this composition during our first visit. Unfortunately it was completely unshootable that day. Surely enough we didn’t heed the weather warnings and soon a drizzle became a steady rain with water gushing down the canyon walls. We managed to make it out wet but unscathed for another attempt.
Our third visit finally presented us with the correct timing to capture the glow pouring in from above. The coolest part was seeing the gradient of colors starting from yellow down to deep blues and purples at the bottom ledges due to Raleigh scattering.
Despite having a proceed aspect at the signal at Bena Corral, the engineer waited a good 10 minutes before re-starting his train after waiting the passage of a northbound.
It's almost as if he wanted me to get the golden shot.
Thank you Sir, whoever you are.
Bena CA, 15 February 2023.
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