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Het prachtige uitzicht over Melk vanaf de Abdij van Melk
Het stadje ligt aan de rand van de Wachau, een gedeelte van het Donaudal waar veel wijnbouw plaatsvindt en dat op de Werelderfgoedlijst van de UNESCO staat.
Gedurende de winter en regenrijke zomers kan Melk onder water raken door een hoge waterstand in de Donau.
In de 19e eeuw waren driemaal zeer hoge waterstanden. In 2013 stonden ook delen van Melk onder water. In tegenstelling tot elders in de Wachau was er in Melk geen metalen muur opgebouwd om het water tegen te houden.
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Stunning views of Melk from Melk Abbey
The town lies on the edge of the Wachau, a part of the Danube valley where a lot of viticulture takes place and which is on the UNESCO World Heritage List.
During the winter and rainy summers, Melk can be submerged by high water levels in the Danube.
In the 19th century there were three times very high water levels. In 2013, parts of Melk were also under water. Unlike elsewhere in the Wachau, no metal wall had been built up in Melk to block the water.
Saturday Self Challenge - Something that starts with the letter ''B" in 1:1 (square) aspect ratio.
Boardwalk.
The National Trust have built a boardwalk across this part of Cockmarsh, the footpath leading to the River Thames and the Thames Footpath. The ground would have been boggy during a wet winter!
Scott's View is a viewpoint in the Scottish Borders, overlooking the valley of the River Tweed, which is reputed to be one of the favourite views of Sir Walter Scott.
Heavenly feel to this peaceful Place!
Also may everyone who's ashes have been scattered here R.I.P Bless them all - Amen
View on Dolomites from the Monte Lagazuoi Piccolo (2,778 m above sea level), taken when we were going back to the cable car station. In the middle of the photo, on the left side you can see the group pf rocks Cinque Torri, where we were the day before (look on the first comment) :)
Monte Lagazuoi Piccolo is a peak located in the Dolomites with a height of 2,778 m above sea level. You can take the cable car from Passo Falzarego up to Lagazuoi and in a you will reach there the mountain hut Rifugio Lagazuoi, with the vewing terrace offering a spectacular view over an array of mountains towards the south and west. From the Rifugio Lagazuoi there is an easy path to the great viewpoint at the top of Piccolo Lagazuoi, where there is a cross that celebrates the victims of the World War I. Here you can admire some of the highest and most stunning Dolomite mountains: Tofana di Rozes, Cinque Torri, Marmolada, Piz Boe and Mount Civetta.
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Widok na Dolomity z Monte Lagazuoi Piccolo (2778 m n.p.m.). Fotka pstryknięta gdy schodziliśmy ze szczytu do stacji kolejki. Pośrodku zdjęcia z lewej strony widać grupę skał Cinque Torri, przy której byliśmy dzień wcześniej (fotka w pierwszym komentarzu poniżej) :)
Monte Lagazuoi Piccolo to szczyt leżący w Dolomitach o wysokości 2778 m n.p.m. Na górze jest schronisko – Rifugio Lagazuoi, do którego można się dostać kolejką z przełęczy Passo Falzarego. Wagonik kolejki pokonuje 630 metrów różnicy wzniesień w mniej niż 3 minuty zawieszony na linach bez pośrednich słupków nośnych. Z tarasu schroniska rozpościera się jeden z ładniejszych widoków na Dolomity, od Tofane przez Marmoladę, aż po grupę Sella. Ze schroniska prowadzi łatwa ścieżka do punktu widokowego na szczycie Piccolo Lagazuoi, gdzie znajduje się krzyż upamiętniający walki z okresu I wojny światowej. Można stąd podziwiać panoramę najwyższych szczytów w Dolomitach.
A blaze of willowherb colour on Gaer Hill Fort in summer... Newport's famous Transporter Bridge is on the horizon.
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Met het gezellig uitje in Groningen met Pip (Inge), hebben we ook nog gespeeld met de lensboll die ik had meegenomen
Een andere kijk van Kijk in 't Jatbrug met zicht op de Noorderhaven in Groningen
Dank je Marian voor de naam van de brug en haven
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With the cozy outing in Groningen with Pip (Inge), we also played with the lensball that I had brought
A different view of Kijk in 't Jatbrug with a view of the north harbor in Groningen
Thank you Marian for the name of the bridge and harbor
I’d noticed the striking white building with its handsome blue roof as we’d passed this way a day earlier, mustering our spirits as best we could under a grey, leaky sky that gave no hint of the beautiful evening we’d later enjoy by the side of the lake at Kirkjufell. I’d also spotted the rough pull in where the road snaked gently upwards through a patch of rocky scrub. “That might make for a shot,” was only the vaguest of thoughts as we passed through this remote area, heading for Arnarstapi and Dritvik Beach beyond. At this stage, the only thing we were certain of was that we’d passed the road that led to the Black Church of Budir and not taken it. And as we were following a circuit on the lonely road of West Snaefellsnes, we knew we’d need to be back this way the following day. That black church screams for attention you see. One of the most impossible to ignore hotspots on a peninsula that offers all sorts of possibilities.
So now we were here again, this time travelling anticlockwise on the most fantastic of coastal roads. Coming from a densely populated country where the sound of the internal combustion engine dominates almost every waking moment, driving here is an unrelenting joy. The Útnesvegur takes you through a brutal and dramatic landscape, where the story of Iceland’s violent volcanic birth is forever on show. In the far western reaches, we drove for miles, flanked by moss filled lava fields, roughly hewn and worn by the rages of a thousand winter storms, barely seeing any other vehicles at all. At times only the bulk of the ice clad Snaefellsjokull, rising mightily above everything else here seemed to anchor us to the land as if by some gravitational pull. A harsh elemental landscape in a time and place that has crept in under my skin and stayed there to settle into a contented glow that burns slowly within, forever calling me back. Having more time to explore on this, our second Icelandic adventure, was enabling us to see gems we’d had no time for on that dash around the ring road three summers earlier. You could easily fill an entire visit to Iceland with Snaefellsnes alone.
By now I was in a particularly fine mood. We’d already bagged compositions at half a dozen spots on this amazingly productive day as we made our way around the circuit. To add to the internal satisfaction levels, I’d also visited the fish and chip van at Arnarstapi. Let’s face it, if your stomach’s rumbling it’s game over on the photography front. Hunger is a big distraction when you’re trying to take epic photos. And now, a few minutes later after a spell in gastronomy heaven, here we were, pulled in at that patch of scrub and gazing at another epic vista, filled with more of those moss covered lava flows. And a handsome blue roofed building. And some other interesting stuff, I hope you’ll agree.
It was another Super Saturday moment, grabbed in a five minute roadside stop in the grand space between Arnarstapi and Budir. Well maybe a ten minute stop for a second layer to complete the twelve exposures for this handheld panoramic view that filled the space, tailing off into a hinterland of mountains rising from the red sands of the Snaefellsnes south coast under a huge gathering of heavy clouds that promised so much, and later delivered even more. It seems that wherever you stop - when you can stop - the chances are there will be something to fill the viewfinder with. Something that you perhaps didn’t see in a million other images when you planned your own adventures. Just like so many others, I love visiting the hotspots and trying to grab those memorable moments and record them forever. That’s what we were doing for most of our two weeks here, but I also find satisfaction in those impromptu moments when I see something else. And this is definitely an image I’d urge you to look at on the big screen if you can. “Best viewed large,” I sometimes read as I enjoy your stories. And you’re always right of course.
Walking back from a Roman Village, Villa Borg, to the car there was this wonderful sunny view. Despite a cloudy day...
Vintage View Camera lots of wear on this old camera I couldn't date it but probably around the 20's found in North Carolina.
Extremo sur de la meseta del Canyonland NP con vista al valle del río Colorado, al fondo, las montañas de la Cordillera de La Sal.
Utah, USA:
As Binsey featured in the previous photo, here's the reverse view from Binsey towards Skiddaw, England's sixth highest mountain and the fourth highest Wainwright, as Ill Crag and Broad Crag were not considered distinct enough peaks to qualify as their own Wainwright.
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Siófok is een stad in Hongarije, de grootste badplaats aan het Balatonmeer en de hoofdplaats van het district Siófok
De stad heeft een oud centrum, bezienswaardigheden hier zijn het Centraal Station en de oude watertoren,
Siófok is een van de rijkste steden van Hongarije dankzij de toeristen .
Veel rijke Hongaren hebben een (tweede) huis in Siófok. De winkelprijzen zijn voor Hongaarse begrippen hoog en voor ons erg goedkoop
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Siófok is a city in Hungary, the largest seaside resort on Lake Balaton and the capital of the Siófok district
The city has an old center, sights here are the Central Station and the old water tower,
Siófok is one of the richest cities in Hungary thanks to the tourists.
Many wealthy Hungarians have a (second) home in Siófok. The shop prices are high by Hungarian standards and very cheap for us
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This is from day one of my vacation and i have a "few" more ;) Had a great time away and weirdly enough i never had the time to miss my computer
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In heaven (‘ in our native land’, as Aquinas always puts it), there will be the entirely satisfactory ‘sense of an object’, there will be light; but meanwhile, the only guarantee that it is God who is present to the self is that nothing else in particular is so present, and that no consistent set of words or ideas (about God or anything else) is at work. It is a darkness in which the only significant human act is the will’s movement of desire–the bare readiness to abide in hope and longing in the darkness, to be content with nothing else because anything else would be less than God.
-The Wound of Knowledge The Wound of Knowledge Christian Spirituality from the New Testament to St John of the Cross, ROWAN WILLIAMS
Sideri is an extremely old village in Epirus, Greece, with very few (less than a 100) residents nowdays.
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On the border between Kenya and Tanzania, Mount Shompole rises from the wilderness of the Southern Rift Valley to have its heights painted by the sunrise. Shompole's summit is 1100 meters (3600 feet) above sea level; from the valley floor Shompole's summit is 600 meters (1960 feet). ©2025 John M. Hudson | jmhudson1.com