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Yesterday, we had our first real rain for very many weeks. At one point, there was a mini tornedo with a considerable amount of water falling. It didn't appear to worry our neighbouring cat though. She just continued to slumber under the maple tree canopy where she escaped most of the deluge.
Using textures from my Cloudburst Collection (thetextureshop.etsy.com) and taken with the Lensbaby Double Glass II.
Bottalack Arsenic calcinar. The rain stopped and cleared away to leave just a little cloud to provide me with some lovely rays , The day I met up with Lloyd Austin when we could hardly stand against the wind .
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As we drove back from the Lakes, via the Dales (well why go direct?!) we noticed this cloudburst as we headed up toward Tan Hill. We'd been caught in a similar one at Aira Force so thought it apt to pay homage.
Winter fading on the hills and the perfectly-aligned young cereal crops are established already in the Forth Valley.
“Come to Crosby,” they said. “See the famous statues, brainchild body casts of one of the world’s leading sculptors, eye catching and thought provoking as they gaze enigmatically out to sea. Then take a photograph of the sewage pipe instead.” And there was the word “No,” emblazoned upon the object of my attentions. What can it mean? Obviously I haven’t troubled myself too much in seeking the answer with the assistance of Google - that would almost spoil the fun wouldn’t it? What were we doing here? An equally valid question that I was having trouble answering as another blast of wind came hammering down the beach from the direction of Blackpool and beyond, carrying a billion droplets of cloudburst in its fury. This was a tough outing back at the coast, after four relatively agreeable days in the gentler climes of the Peak District. Just last night we had enjoyed a glowing sunset at Roach End Barn, soft orange light filling the horizon as the first instalment of our adventure came to its conclusion. But this morning all of that had changed, a steady drizzle building into something rather more forthright as we approached the Merseyside coast. By the time we arrived at Crosby, the warm May sunshine of recent days had fizzled out, extinguished by a weather system that marched in from the north, sending temperatures plummeting and raincoats rustling as we took our chances on the beach.
I love moody conditions. I don’t even mind a white featureless sky if I think I can use it. Rain is often an ally if tackled with the right mindset. Often, but not always, and this was starting to feel like one of those “not always” moments. I’d made a conscious decision to use the telephoto lens for this shoot, and once that particular bargain had been struck, there was no going back. And while this was giving me the compositions I’d been hoping for, the wind and rain were combining to make taking photographs very difficult, especially long exposures with a hefty focal length. I’d already lost a lens cloth, which had ghosted away on the wind without me even noticing its urgent departure, and the makeshift bin liner rain protection had failed at the first attempt to use it. With my back to the weather I could shoot directly south with reasonable results, but pointing the camera out to sea was going to be a bit of a challenge. Especially when the lens hood was going to be needed to have any chance of escaping with something more than a collection of drizzly smudges for my efforts. A big tottering assembly on a windy beach with a grumpy old soul doing his best to protect it with his not very imposing bulk. A portable brick wall or the front row from the local rugby team might have been handy here today. Even one of Mr Gormley’s sculptures, if strategically placed, might have helped, but none of them were willing to abandon their positions and lend me a hand. I asked one of them whether it was a case of upsetting the aesthetics, but he ignored me and carried on watching whatever had been holding his attention out there on the Irish Sea for all of these years. He didn’t even blink. It was taking a while to get into a rhythm here, but despite the conditions, the possibilities seemed almost without limit.
And if you don’t keep trying, you won’t get anything at all, so without the assistance of anyone or anything else, I persevered. Twenty of thirty failures would be fine - only one of them needed to pass the blur test. Just a brief pause in the Arctic blast and things might be ok. By now the rain had done everything it was going to, and I wasn’t going to get any wetter. But I was getting hungry - we hadn’t stopped for lunch on the way here from Buxton and the afternoon was ticking by on this freezing cold expanse. I carried on for as long as I could, conscious that Dave and Lee were almost certainly waiting in the car. Eventually the time to retreat had arrived. It was difficult to tell from the back of the camera, but hopefully at least some of the shots I’d taken would be passable.
Happily, it seemed that persistence had paid off. Somehow, but don’t ask how, I managed to come away with one acceptable long exposure of the rickety old structure and the mid-tide ladder to the sea. I never even noticed the simple one word command on the subject itself until reviewing the raw files later on. Does it say “yes” when the sun is shining? Does whoever drew the short straw from among the bright eyed young apprentices at the local council have to paddle out and change the sign each time the weather takes a turn? Why does the sewage outlet temple vaguely resemble a large plastic water bottle? On reflection, I don’t want to know - I kind of like the mystery.
SUNSET - Florida Everglades U.S.A. - hometown
Summer 2020 - Coral Springs, Florida - 6/24/20
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2021 - STOP COVID-19!
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*[Reflecting On 2020 - Florida Wetlands]
Every sunset is different, because every day; sun
is different, clouds are different, space is different,
reflections are different....mountains are different,
fogs are different, and above all, we are different.
― Mehmet Murat ildan
Sunsets are proof; that no matter what
happens...every day can end beautifully.
-- Kristen Butler
Yesterday at 6:42pm, it was raining in Downtown Boston but not in the Back Bay (and this raincloud passed over us in Somerville only like 10 min before!). View from Prospect Hill Tower, which isn't usually open but was opened briefly for tours by the historical society. Shot with Sony a6000 and Rokinon 12mm lens.
There's plenty of liquid sunshine on 28 August 1993 as an afternoon cloudburst showers FL9AC No. 2041 shoving Grand Central bound train 8832 through the Peekskill station while us photographers take shelter.
© Jeff R. Clow
It appeared the clouds had burst in the sky when I looked up late yesterday afternoon....
Decaying shelf cloud.
Observe the right half of the scene being thick solid grey. That's the mother of all cloudbursts that flooded large swathes of Strathearn.
Note to self: do not drive under a shelf cloud again.
SUNSET - Florida Everglades
Palm Beach County, Florida USA
Spring 2020 - June 9th, 2020
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*[colliding worlds : hot and cold air]
Watching rain fall towards Kessingland and Southwold, from Lowestoft beach, Suffolk.
Experimenting with heavy HDR, using 3 shots taken with a Nikon D7000 and a Nikkor AFS DX 18-200mm F/3.5-5.6G lens, blended in Photomatix, and processed in GIMP and Photoscape.
After a whole week of grey skies and every kind of rain from slight drizzle to total cloudbursts, thank goodness my Lathyrus has been flowering away...
Love her or hate her, if you have spent any length of time here, these sudden cloudbursts? Just normal. We are away for a bit. Back soon…
Last night - 1 hour before sunset, the best light show of the night took place. I was very happy to be in the right place at the right time for once.
Circular Polarizer and 2 stop GND used to capture this in one shot.
This photo was selected for the winner's circle in the Portfolio Pro: Invitation group. www.flickr.com/groups/ngproinvitation/
Please view the LARGE version on Gray to be even happier !!
The sun seemed to be exploding from behind this cloud just before sun down. Didn’t have much time for photos as I had to drive to Charlotte and back for work. It’s about an 8 hours away drive each way. I did manage a few self portraits from my hotel room that I haven’t had a chance to edit yet.
Day 208 of 365
Storm brewing over the Hidden Lake above Logan Pass in Glacier National Park.
Within seconds of taking this photo, which was the last one I took before putting the camera in my bag, those clouds rushed down the mountain slope with hurricane-force wind and rushed up to our side of the mountain and hit us. I didn't even get the chance to put the camera in my bag. The storm came with large hail, ferocious wind, and rain that felt like it would pierce the skin, and lightning strikes all around.