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"Gothic Abbey" You've all seen this sight before I'm sure, but I've only ever photographed the Abbey at night so was hoping to grab a classic sunset shot when I ventured to Whitby on Sunday Evening. Things did look promising for time, but those ominous looking clouds you see on the right quickly moved in to obscure the sun and kill any chance of sunset colour.
I like the softness of the light over whitby town though and the wind dropped just long enough to allow for a decent reflection in the pond.
Too many clouds for a classic sunset, but in the blue hour, the Marmolada massif dressed itself with some purple clouds, can't imagine something more epic. Or I can?
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I could present a lot of pictures taken last couple of days with the title „grey world nightshot taken at lunchtime“ but I prefer to select impressions of a „real“ Winter day with cold temperatures and a classic sunset. Porta Westfalica, Ostwestfalen, Germany
Nicht nur ein klassischer Sonnenuntergang kann für Stimmung sorgen. Auch die goldene Stunde hat das Potential dazu.
It's not just a classic sunset that can create a good atmosphere. The golden hour also has the potential to do so.
...from a couple of days ago. :)
I'm thankful that God has given me another day and woke me up this morning. :)
"And when my mind is free
You know a melody can move me
And when I'm feelin' blue
The guitar's comin' through to soothe me
Thanks for the joy that you've given me
I want you to know I believe in your song
Rhythm and rhyme and harmony
You help me along makin' me strong" Doobie Brothers (Give me the Beat!)
The beach makes it's own music and rhythm and goes along way to freeing the soul and helping me to feel better when I'm blue.
Another of the most photographed places in Hawaii-Hanalei Bay with its iconic pier. It is known for its classic sunsets in the Summer. I really didn't get any of the classic sunsets during my two weeks in Hawaii. It was winter and apparently due to the trade winds, usually leaving dull grey clouds devoid of colour. However, there was a lovely glow on this evening as the sun dipped below the Napali Mountains and changed colours from pink hues and later a golden glow.
There are no set trails from Antelope Island Ladyfinger down to the water front, it’s an easy walk over some rocks and scrub brush. This time of year spiders were everywhere with some nets reaching 3 feet (1 meter). And the host spider on those nets are big, real big.
While low horizon clouds prevented a classic sunset, I still enjoyed the colors and the view.
As I was out on a small hill to look for spring trees, I couldn't resist to take a more classic sunset shot as I saw this dramatic set of clouds.
April 2020 | Niefern-Öschelbronn
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A classic sunset with a lady on a bike in the Italian city of Milan.
Taken at Crofty near Penclawdd on the estuary last night. I was hoping for a classic sunset shot but the clouds had other ideas although I think I prefer the moody sky! The fisherman had wellie boots on and I was fascinated to see the water just below the top of his boots - just wondered if he managed to keep his feet dry!
. . . Tonight I witnessed a classic West Lake sunset, with clouds, smooth water, reflections, and some action! As they say "It doesn't get much better than this"!
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Wales is deceptive. A bit like France in miniature it takes longer to navigate your way across it than even your frankest assessment of the map in front of you allows for. As we finished what passed for our breakfast in the Travelodge (our provisions not theirs) next to the old Severn Bridge we knew the 170 odd miles to the opposite end of the Principality was going to take longer than your average journey of this sort of length - but we should have added on a couple of hours for good measure. There were a lot of tractors making steady progress along narrow roads, where often we would find ourselves crawling to a halt as we waited for red lights to change to green. The highway maintenance teams of Wales certainly appeared to be fully occupied as we slowly continued towards Anglesey.
Mind you, there were plenty of distractions, and I'm not just talking about the beer aisle in Aldi at Abergavenny. Once we'd got past the environs of the Brecon Beacons I was in completely uncharted territory, and I liked it very much. Suddenly Builth Wells and Rhayader were real towns in handsome surroundings rather than simply names on a map. We stopped at the latter for a coffee and what was either an early lunch or a second attempt at breakfast. I don't remember which. I'd never heard of Clywedog Reservoir until I was gazing down at it from a thoughtfully placed car park. It really was all rather splendid. How on earth had I advanced into middle age without having seen these places before? It's not that far away from Cornwall.
Further north we persevered and for the first time there were dark brooding mountains on the horizon. I love mountains - I'd never seen a proper one until I was well into my thirties and I've been obsessed with them ever since. It's just that it's a long journey from home to see them, and my better half doesn't share my enthusiasm, which doesn't really help to be honest. We'd come for a three night stay near Caernarfon and the Snowdonia national park was to be our playground for the long weekend ahead - we were getting close. But before all of this our plan was to get to Llanddwyn Island on Anglesey to photograph Twr Mawr lighthouse.
By the time we arrived at Newborough Beach the February light was already beginning to fade, taking with it those beautiful mountains, which now lay to the south. While Dave and Lee stopped on the beach, distracted by what I still have no idea, I pressed on against a strengthening wind towards the island. A storm was due over the weekend and was letting us know early, shaking my tripod with every restless gust from the west. The cold wind coming in hard from the Irish Sea, the lack of time to absorb the place as the darkness approached and the sullen bank of cloud did little to help my composition and after a few shots I moved on and found another view. The famous lighthouse hadn't been a success. Sometimes you have to just walk away.
A year later I decided to have another try at the raw files I'd made that day. Lockdown in the UK has meant that some of our YouTube gurus have been producing rather more educational content than they normally would, and I hoped I might have absorbed something that would help me to revisit old images. I'd also invested in the Topaz utility suite, which is often helpful in removing indiscretions - camera shake in this case - and bringing a little sharpness to a previously blurry image. I'm afraid I'm a sucker for trying to grab 1.3 seconds in a gale and sometimes I don't get away with it. But those moving grasses were just begging to be captured.
So now I'm at peace with this image. I managed to catch the backdrop of those shadowy beasts of Snowdonia before the distant clouds stole them for good, and although there was none of that classic sunset stuff that you look for in a scene like this, it brings to me that sense of a big storm approaching. Storm Ciara did arrive later, and much of Sunday was lost as we decided not to take any silly risks with flying debris sailing past our rented cottage all morning, while we cowered inside with coffee watching Whisky Galore. It was brutal and the nation was advised to stay indoors. Sadly much of the time we'd planned among the mountains was lost to the storm.
We returned home from Wales on the Monday via the North West of England and the motorways. Despite the snowstorm it was a much faster route, but nowhere near as appealing. Next time I'll stick with the scenic route and get stuck behind all of those tractors again. But it'll be worth it.
CSX 468 crosses onto the center siding at E.E. Pemberville with a loaded coal train bound for a utility customer somewhere in Michigan. Back in July of 2018, the old C&O Colorlights, at least on the east end of the siding, were in the beginning stages of getting their Safetran replacements put in. It wont be long before this view will change forever.
Después de un largo tiempo sin trasnochar para salir a hacer fotos nocturnas, descubro que es posible hacer nocturnas madrugando. Eso si, con cuenta atrás.
Pero no es tan malo como podía pensar.
Taken at Crofty near Penclawdd on the estuary last night. I was hoping for a classic sunset shot but the clouds had other ideas although I think I prefer the moody sky! The fisherman had wellie boots on and I was fascinated to see the water just below the top of his boots - just wondered if he managed to keep his feet dry!
Parked on a side track at Tamora, NE, a pair of ancient EMDs are looking great beneath a clear dusk sky on the evening of Sunday, September 1, 2024. To the left is an ex-Conrail GP8. Coupled to it is an SD18, originally built for the Chesapeake & Ohio before being repainted for the Indiana Railroad. Though no longer owned by CR and INRD, the two relics still wear their old colors.
A classic sunset photo from last week's hike.
This sandy beach was a perfect campsite on our North Karelia hiking trip last week.
A minor inconvenience was a bear warning issued to this site due to smell of an animal carcass. However, we didn't smell anything and didn't see anything so all was fine.
The only bears we saw on this trip were on the road to this area, about 10km away. There was a single mother bear with three cubs crossing the road (had to break hard to avoid hitting the cubs, they really don't look around when crossing a road).
What would a Hawaiian vacation be without a sunset? Here is one of the many we saw. Wishing everyone magical moments. B
Verona, Italy
You will need to read my write-up to understand why this is my first posting from our trip to Verona, Lake Garda and Venice.
The day started with a 3:15am alarm clock to allow for last minute checks (did you pack this, where's my thingy, did you turn the water off, are the windows locked, you know the usual last minute panics!), before the taxi arrived at 4:15am to take us to the airport. The journey went quickly and even the check-in, drop-off and passport control went like clockwork (an unexpected bonus and allowed for in Mrs R's excellent planning). Even the flight with Monarch went exceptionally well and we landed bang on time at 10:10am local time at Verona airport. Mrs R had costed all options for getting to our hotel and considering everything was going splendidly we threw caution to the wind and jumped in a local taxi.
Here the fun begins...
If it's a stereotype about Italian driving and Italian taxi drivers in particularly, then our driver was going to live up to this mantel. Queue jumping, lane changing, overtaking, undertaking, tail gating, and late braking were all part of his repertoire. Oh I forgot speed... the roads we travelled on were 70-90km/h but I clocked him at 130-140km/h as often as he could and more alarming... every warning light on his dashboard glowed permanently: engine management light, brakes, oil level indicator, the list goes on! I'm not saying we got to the hotel in record time but I think we arrived on the Friday having left Manchester on the Saturday. I wasn't sure whether to pay him in Euros or Liras as I couldn't determine how far back in time we had travelled - do De Loren's come in white?
Now at the hotel, my plans took over from Mrs Rs. Bags through the door, a quick change and hit those streets and sights of Verona. I had checked my TPE on my phone and knew the first major shot would be Ponte Pietra as the sun was in a good position for a classic sunset shot over the bridge, besides I knew Mark Waidson would be following in my footsteps to Verona and Venice and he's the master of dramatic skies so the pressure was on!!!
I was surprised at how busy Verona was, not with overseas tourists but Italians having their own "staycations". After an hour or two of wandering the streets and main tourist areas we decided to have a break for lunch and a glass or two of wine, as one must when holidaying in Italy! After lunch I suggested we head to the Ponte Pietra for a recky of the bridge for the first night's shot. The obvious route was up through the main tourist areas - Casa di Giuletta, Piazza delle Erbe and Piazza dei Signori before reaching the bridge at its south side... my heart sank! I expected to see tourists crossing it and taking photos from it but the sight of 20 gazebos standing tall high above the stone sides from one side to the other kind of rained on my parade or as I would have put it "pissed on m' chips". Mrs R, ever the optimist suggested I stick to my game plan and revisit in the evening in the hope of said gazebos not being there.
Well, they were there - all bloody 20 of them!
I setup my camera and tripod and waited as sunset time approached... 7:18pm - still they stood.
Then hope played her hand and one by one, they started to come down - 19, 15, 12, 10. 7:42pm - 8 left standing, but still they clung on to spoil the day. Sunset time was approaching fast at 7:47pm and 3 remained, most frustrating of all - right in the centre of the shot, at the apex of the bridge!
My heart sank for a second time that day as the sun set behind the buildings with nothing more to show than a few whispers of clouds showing any hint of colour. 7:58pm - the last gazebo laughed in my face and then bang on cue at 8:00pm disappeared behind the stone walls of the bridge still chuckling to itself having thwarted another photographer's efforts. I was about to pack up when Mrs R noticed the change in the previously featureless clouds behind the distant churches of San Giorgio in Braida and Chiese di San Giorgio in Braida.
Timed at 8:04pm... almost 17 hours after leaving home and my first planned shot of the holiday. The moral of the story is...
Nature and the world don't run to your timetable and you have to make the best of what's in front of you. So this is it, probably the only time I will visit Verona and the Ponte Pietra.