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My dad 'footing' turf in Sheskin, Ireland. This was a big part of my childhood summers, back-breaking work. This is how we cooked, and how we heated the house during the winter months. My dad holds on to traditions, 'cutting turf' was pretty commonplace once, but is dying out as a practice now.
Today is day 60 of Project 365.
For two days last week Trafalgar Square was grassed over. This was part of an initiative to convince us that London is actually a collection of villages. Right...
The Icelandic turf houses were the product of a difficult climate, offering superior insulation compared to buildings solely made of wood or stone, and the relative difficulty in obtaining other construction materials in sufficient quantities.
I think this one was inhabited by cows.
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The King is Dead!...Long Live the King!
Turf wars or maybe an abandoned ebay listing?
With thanks to unusualimage, tuppus and Steve Punter for their photographic assistance in such very cold weather.
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Turf cutter, Ireland (watercolour). For centuries, peat (turf) has been used as fuel to heat home in Ireland. The country is now abandoning this practice because of habit destruction and CO2 emmissions.
Iceland´s turf buildings are unique in the world. From the settlement of Iceland around 900 AD until the early 20th century Icelandic people lived in such buildings.
This photo always makes us giggle! During our touring holiday in Ireland we came across this scene. Our coach, full of tourists, pulled over to have a look. The peat farmers must have been dumbfounded to find out their daily activity was worth a photo stop. (What would my father have thought if a coachful of people had pulled over to photograph him while he was at work on the land??? LOL!)
F.Y.I. : Peat (turf) is an organic fuel formed by the accumulation and partial decomposition of vegetable matter. Peat deposition is the first step in the formation of coal. Peatland or bogland covers about 15% of Ireland. Peat in its natural state is 90 to 95 per cent water. In the summer time peat or "turf" is cut into blocks with a spade and set in stacks to dry. When dry, the blocks weigh from three quarters of a pound to two pounds each. Dried peat burns easily with a smoky flame and a distinct (pleasant?) odour.
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This church, built in Hofskirkja, Iceland in 1884, is the last turf church built in the old style and is one of six churches still standing. The church is preserved as a historical monument and maintained by the National Museum. It still serves as a parish church.
Popped out this weekend to try out my new Benro C3770TN tripod. Pleased so far. Lets hope it lasts longer than previous Manfrotto and Giottos models I've owned.
Long exposure taken using a Canon EOS 7D with Lee Big Stopper & 0.6ND Grad filters.
Processed using Snapseed for the iPad.
When the exposure after this shot ended, I heard a sound behind me.
I slowly turned around and there were four cows standing there giving me the evil eye.
It seemed that I apparently was in their way, they had acres around me, but still, they thought that the best way to go, was over me.
I have always lived with the idea that cows are nice. These ones probably were the exception to the rule.
"Mooooooo!" (Hey you! This is our turf, beat it "two legger")
I ignored them, hey, they are COWS! :)
"Mooooooo!!!!"
" Aww, c´mon, I eat guys like you for breakfast. Literally", I whispered to myself. Maybe they heard it because they answered my words with one huge voice.
"MOOOOOO!!!"
So, I slowly grabbed my gear and started to back off. I did not like the look of the leader cow.
As I walked away, almost casually whistling, they started following me. "Moooing" like a crazy street gang.
Well, it all ended up with me, a 6"4 grown man, screaming like a little girl, running with tripod and camera over rocks and bushes with four cows after me.
When I finally reached the car at the side of the road they probably felt that they had done their job, and done it good, they all slowed down, turned around and walked proudly away.
My wife sat in the car waiting for her man to arrive back from his photo shoot (she is a darling with tons of patience for my passion). She had missed it all as she was occupied with her phone during the chase. I´m glad she was, because otherwise I would´ve been all over Youtube by now...
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Much like traditional homes, even churches in the Faroes can have turf roofs. This one happens to be in Skálavík, a small village of less than 200 on the eastern coast of Sandoy. The town is home to a couple of famous Faroese authors, although honestly, famous by Faroese stands is unknown by global standards. The church itself was built way back in 1891.
There's not a ton of villages to see on Sandoy. Within a span of about 20 minutes you can drive from the ferry port in Skopun, through Magn, and into Skalavik. Of course, add some time to walk around a bit, but overall, that's like half the island. Add in time to drive to a couple more remote villages if you like, and you have yourself a nice little day trip.
Blogged: www.aisleseatplease.com/blog/2016/8/24/skalavik-turf-church
Using turf as a roof covering was pretty standard practice in Iceland during through the 19th century due to it's abundance and insulating properties.
Two Great Blue Herons struggle for dominance in a ritual reminiscent of Sumo Wrestling. The blue on the left won.
I had finished shooting and was almost back to the truck when I heard some vigorous heron squawks down at the beach. I rushed to the crest of the dune line and was able to snap this before they disengaged. The best action usually happens as soon as you turn your back...
Turf Fen Mill (1875) in the Norfolk Broads, was used to drain Horning Marsh into the River Ant.
I was in the area on Saturday, so made a special effort to visit for sunset, and it didn't disappoint! The wind dropped at the end of the day, giving me a great reflection of the mill in the River Ant.
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The Turf Wars Movie, London, 2010
Original (limited edition) recruitment poster used last year by Prank Sky Media around London, to recruit the actors who appear in the movie.
Of the 666 that were auditioned, 7 lucky writers, including Gilbert and George, made it through to do battle with the Demon.
Prank Sky Media, Highgate, London
With thanks to SarahHemCC for that sick balaclava and Rod Chenko for letting us use his super studio.
More on the movie here: