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Another one of the shots from our camping trip to watch the Lyrids meteor shower. No shooting stars in this one though,,,just some good times around the campfire.
China Camp State Park is a state park in Marin County, California, surrounding a historic Chinese American shrimp-fishing village and a salt marsh.
Norfolk Southern's "Honoring our Veterans" SD60E NS 6920 leads train 203 west past the old Reading Railroad passenger station for Camp Hill, PA.
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Camping under the stars beside the Virgin River in Zion National Park
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Gray jay, aka camp robber, aka Canada jay, aka whiskey jack, at Pelican Point in Yellowstone National Park a few weeks ago.
Of all the common names (Perisoreus canadensi is the proper name), camp robber is the best description. These guys were boldly landing on our picnic table, and one gleeful nailed a big piece of tuna salad that fell out of my sandwich onto the ground.
Also, I'd love to know how these little guys came to be known, in Canada, as "whiskey jacks"!
Yellowstone National Park
Here’s another Vertorama from a couple of weeks ago… taken shortly after sunset... at Camps Bay beach.
Although I’m not a big fan of these of long-exposure, silky-water type shots… I must say that I really like the light on the top of that flat stone in the foreground and on the two big rocks on the left and right. And of course… who wouldn’t like this sky full of deliciously pinky clouds!?
Here’s something new that I’m going to try out… with nearly 1,400 Flickr contacts, I see a lot of photographs every day! Of course not all my contacts post a photo every day… some only post one a week or month… and some haven’t posted anything for several months. But it’s safe to say that I view at least 350 photos per day! Of course, I don’t comment on all of them (even if I wanted to, I could never find the time to do that)… but I do view a heck of a lot of images every day. While most of these images are of average quality… there are always a couple that blow me away! So… from today I’d like to start including a link to my own personal favorite shot of the day… the one image that really made me sit up and take notice… the kind of image that I aspire to shoot and include in my own portfolio. The first image that I’d like to show you (if you haven’t already seen it) is this one by the very talented Philipp Klinger!
Nikon D300, Sigma 10-20 at 10mm, an aperture of f16 and a 2 second exposure.
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A few pictures for a trip up some Munros in Scotland. Although there was a full moon the Aurora came out and was one of the best displays I have seen - a special trip - video here if of interest- youtu.be/RctTHN2vYqo?si=R4GRcyCU-MiWHFrR
This is Camp Cove Beach, just north of Watsons Bay. It is where Governor Phillip and the first fleet rested before landing at Sydney Cove in 1788.
L'amico è il vostro bisogno corrisposto. È il campo che seminate con amore e mietete rendendo grazie. È la vostra mensa e il vostro focolare; perché a lui giungete affamati e in cerca di pace. Quando l'amico vi dice quel che pensa, non abbiate timore di dire il no, o il sì, che sono nella vostra mente. E quand'è silenzioso, il vostro cuore non cessi di ascoltare il suo cuore; giacché nell'amicizia, senza parlare, tutti i pensieri e desideri e aspettative nascono e vengono condivisi con gioia non acclamata. Quando lasciate l'amico non rattristatevi; perché ciò che di più amate in lui può sembrarvi più chiaro durante la sua assenza, come la montagna allo scalatore appare più nitida dal piano. E fate che nell'amicizia non vi sia altro fine, se non l'approfondimento dello spirito. E che il meglio di voi sia per l'amico vostro. S'egli deve conoscere il riflusso della vostra marea, fate che ne conosca pure il flusso. Poiché che amico è mai il vostro che lo dobbiate cercare nelle ore d'ammazzare? Cercatelo sempre nelle ore da vivere. Giacché è il suo bisogno a colmare il vostro bisogno, ma non il vostro vuoto. E nella dolcezza dell'amicizia fate che vi siano risate e piaceri condivisi. Perché è nella rugiada delle piccole cose che il cuore trova il suo mattino e si ristora.
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Camps Bay is part of Cape Town. Its sort of behind the more traditional view of Table Mountain. The bay is shaped such that the dramatic waves produced a few metres from the shore collapse into calmness in front of you.
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"Ed's Camp is another roadside attraction that harkens back to the early days of Route 66. Ed originally came to the area as a miner in 1917 and it didn't take him long to realize that the real gold could be found catering to the needs of Route 66 travelers than slaving away in the mines. He established his camp around 1919 and business was so good he never got around to building a proper building, he just threw up a roof to provide some measure of protection from the hot desert sun. he put up the kactus kafe, a gas station, a "bathroom of sorts, and a few cabins. He also established sort of a campground and the remnants can be clearly seen from the road.
Today the camp is deserted, but the odd buildings survive to temp the artistic talents of modern photographers ~ from the road that is (see note below).
NOTE: Ed's Camp is private property and not open to the public. Please respect the rights of the property owner."
Camping at Beachside State Park on the Oregon Coast this weekend. Perfect weather, great campfires (and good wine)--one to remember!
Once a route used for droving cattle to markets. The Barkly is now 200km of flat straight road. We saw just one other vehicle, a station ute as we travelled along. Here we are camped for the night, and as I climbed the ladder the sight of the Milky Way captivated me.
It took three images merged together to gather up the big night sky and record the magnificent awe-inspiring remoteness.
p.s. I used the camp light and torch to light up our camp under the stars.
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A golden sunset at China Camp, with a Manzanita tree silhouetted against the bay, and Mount Burdell beyond.
This is one of the the closest state parks to where I live, which happens to be between the mountain in the background and where I was standing.
Beyal camp is the first camp that comes into your path, when hiking from Fairy Meadows towards the Raikhot Face of Nanga Parbat (the ninth highest mountain in the world, with an altitude of 8,126 meters).
To reach Beyal camp, you must first arrive at Raikhot Bridge on the Karakoram Highway, also known as N35 on the Pakistani side (Highway 314 on the Chinese side). From there, a 2-3 hour jeep ride takes you to the small village of Tattu Bridge. A six-kilometer hike from Tattu Bridge leads to Fairy Meadows, offering enchanting views of the forest below, Raikhot glaciers, and the mighty Nanga Parbat itself. From the Fairy maedows there is a 3 hours of hike to Beyal camp.
And BTW, the sunset here is otherworldly. The camp is at an alittude of 3550 m. However, the top of the Nanga parbat is at 8126 m. So the difference in light during sunset is just mesmirizing. When you know its already evening and dark around and then you suddenly look up and see the breathtaking sunset colors/light at the peak: is what I meant when I said, OTHERWORLDY!
- at Beyal camp, Diamer district of Gilgit-Baltistan, Northern Pakistan.
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Camp Bison II Burwash Industrial Farm || Burwash Correctional Centre
The community was built to house the staff working at the Burwash Industrial Farm (also referred to as the Burwash Correctional Centre), a provincial jail that housed anywhere from 180 to 820 inmates during its history. The prison opened in 1914 and shuttered in 1975, after it was deemed to be too costly to run despite it being a self-sufficient institution.
Prior to the construction of Highway 69, Burwash was an isolated location in the Wanapitei River valley, accessible only from a nearby station on the Canadian Northern Railway (today's Canadian National Railway). At its peak, the correctional facility owned 35,000 acres (14,164 ha) and leased an additional 100,000 acres (40,469 ha) of land, and was the fourth-largest employer in the Sudbury area. Following the construction of Highway 69, the facility became less isolated and signs were posted on the highway advising motorists not to pick up hitchhikers in the area due to the possibility of convict escapes.
Because the prison's geographic isolation meant that employees could not simply commute from Sudbury or Killarney on a daily basis, a townsite was required for the guards and support staff that worked at the prison farm and the community, built by inmate labor, housed anywhere up to about 1,000 residents. It boasted a public school, which went from kindergarten through grade 10 at one point, a church, a post office, a barber shop, a tailor shop and a shoe repair shop. There was also a grocery store that sold bread made by the inmates, meat from the farm and vegetables produced by the inmates, as well as other grocery items which were brought in from Sudbury. Milk was delivered to the door by horse and wagon and the garbage was picked up by a different horse and wagon. There was a complete working sawmill, which milled the trees cut down by inmates. The village was built from the lumber and all of the provincial parks were provided with picnic tables made there as well. Burwash was considered to be almost self-sufficient, with the inmates working at various trades and receiving an education.
One of the few successful escapes from the prison took place on May 17, 1966, when convicted murderer Wayne Ford and two other prisoners escaped into the bush, walking for 16 miles before stealing a car and making it to Toronto. All three were eventually recaptured, and transferred to maximum security institutions.
Rose and I went for an evening walk around the camp grounds. It was so beautiful, relaxing, and peaceful. :)
After spending 2 nights car-camping at different locations near Gold Bridge, Jon & I headed up towards Dickson Peak for a backpacking overnighter.
Our route was up Roxey Creek. Mostly on an old road and ATV track, passing a few cabins in various stages of decay. Then made our way up through the meadows towards this end of the valley. We set up our camps (Jon chose a place in the trees) and headed up towards the summit.
Dickson Peak is not visible from this spot. It is to the right and ended up being much higher than the reflected peaks you can see here. We had started hiking around lunch time, which is a little late, so our descent was in the dark and made for a few little adventures.
It was a chilly night. Minus -5 degrees celsius when we woke up. But with my down booties on, I was only too pleased to wander around, checking out the first light creeping onto the surrounding mountains.
We didn't see any other people the entire hike.
Made {explore} - Highest position: 186 on Tuesday, September 6, 2011