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11/15/2022 Saluda Riverwalk, Columbia, SC
Nikon D3400, Sigma 18-200mm F3.5-6.3 DC OS HSM
© 2022 R. D. Waters
A great morning with the usual suspects, Wiffsmiff23, opobs, Little Miss Pink Wellies and Rob Funffinger. Up in the hills roughly guided through the lanes by Mike, we found these little gems!!!
Explore no 82 22/01/09
For me, much of the satisfaction in photographing Washboard Falls lies in the successful climb up the side of Tiffany Falls to get to it. Hitherto I have used the Canon 7D, but a few days ago I lugged the Mamiya up there to give it the mF treatment.
Mee Canyon is west of Rattlesnake Canyon in the McInnis Canyons National Recreation Area in western Colorado. The view is looking upstream in the Canyon. A trail descends into the Canyon, but the trail has rickety wooden ladder and a sign warning that you should not use the ladder. I prudently decided to view the Canyon from the rim
66760 approaches the stop board at Ironbridge Power Station above the River Severn on the Albert Edward Bridge.
This was my first (and probably last) visit to photograph a biomass working into the power station from the southern bank of the river. I wasn't sure what this pov would be like until I'd arrived here. I thought I might get a better shot of the river into the distance and wasn't disappointed. Beyond the railway bridge can be seen the road bridge into the plant. To the right is the Ironbridge Rowing Club premises, from where most shots are taken of this location.
Saturday 31.10.15
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I thought I'd managed to capture a shot looking upstream from Rotherhithe towards Tower Bridge, without any distracting birds that were flying around in the shot.
There was a gull in the sky which I managed to remove using the Healing tool in the excellent Snapseed app, but look closely towards the bottom of The Shard and a feathered friend can be seen, of which I was unable to do anything about.
Summer image of evening breeze or sea wave, actually it is an abstractive creation of metallic building exterior.
What happened, happened. Still, sometimes I wonder how far back upstream one would have to go to divert the river so that it makes a meaningful difference. Is it a case of what you see is what you get? The stream changing its course by precisely as much as you nudge it? How often does a little variation in how it comes upon a hillside send it off in a totally different direction? Chances are, you'll have to go all the way to the source. Maybe you'll need to move the mountain from which the river flows. And where do you move it? It's a purely academic question; at the end of the day, you can't. And even if, the water would still flow somewhere, and might end up inundating somewhere else. Only to still meet the same sea eventually, and possibly in the same spot.
And maybe the hardest question of all: Would you if you could? If someone presented you with a button that does all that, would you press it? Maybe after a beer or two, or ten? Guess what it comes down to is determinism. Is there such a thing as destiny, a great plan, a script for the stage play of life. There seems to be a correlation between believing in such a script and not being very happy about the way it went so far. The people who are more content with their outcome have a tendency to say, they did it all by themselves. And maybe they aren't entirely wrong. You are the creator of your destiny, people more versed in this kind of matter don't get tired of saying that.
And then yet someone else comes along and reminds you, there is no river, there is no mountains, and there is no you either. It's all just data points in the matrix. In other words, the sea does very much exist. So, at least something then, I guess.
Views looking upstream towards the town of Stratford on Avon after the flooding in September and October.
This view of the bridge is from upstream along Mill Creek.
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Salmon trying to make its way upstream. Many make thier journey but many others don't due to exhaustion or being preyed upon.
Brooks Falls
Katmai National Park, Alaska
July 2016
Taken in December 2014. Looking upstream and probably the peak of the ice on the river that I saw during the trip. The domes of church of St. Peter and St. Paul can be seen between the trees. Along the river bank are some Soviet era buildings but the whole area seemed to be under development as the location is a very attractive one and very close to the city centre as well.
Best if you press L to view in Flickr's Lightbox and F11 to remove the toolbars.
A small pour-off unspools water like opaque memories into a shallow red rock basin, Kanarra Canyon, Utah.
Walking upstream, the current twists and turns around interwoven ridges and it is not at all clear that sections of slot canyon exist somewhere further up the watershed. Eventually, as one wends further into the hills, cliffs grow higher on either side and the watercourse finds itself hemmed in to the extent that a walker is intermittently forced into the shallow depths. At length, one finds narrow sandstone confines where the sound of water echoes within sculpted chambers. The confines of the slot do not persist for long though, and the canyon opens up again somewhat, revealing pools, slides, small falls, and abundant lush vegetation, colored vibrant green by the hurried water. More sections of slot canyon followed.
We passed by the canyon en route to southern California to take our oldest son to his first year of college. As we drove south, dark cumulonimbus clouds pelted distant ridges with concentrated bursts of rain and lightning, and at points it seemed imprudent to stop and explore a slot canyon. However, when we reached the trailhead the cloud cover was thick and complete but it was not raining, and the narrowest sections of the canyon are short enough that we decided to risk the adventure, albeit with some trepidation. Unfurling the legs and walking for a few miles with our young man felt like something of a treasured gift after a long drive and before we left him on campus amidst the downpours of Hurricane Hilary. We were informed by an older gentleman who was helping the first-years unload that this was the first time in the college's history that move-in day was graced by rain. The college was founded in 1946. The unexpected downpour made it impossible to tell if my eyes might have betrayed my emotions and contributed to the drops around me. But there is no fooling the desert pensieve.
Note: For those unfamiliar with the pensieve and its powers, consult the Harry Potter series, which I may or may not have read quite a number of times.
Technical note: Short tripod, 6-stop ND filter.