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Still over a foot of snow on the unplowed road to town. We had snow every day from December 13-December 26
Wetton Mill, from the western summit of Wetton Hill, appearing from the early freezing fog. Wetton Hill drops surprisingly steeply into the Manifold Valley on the western side, giving a very good view of the valley and the Staffordshire moorlands beyond. The farm and teashop are at the bottom of the frame, hidden in the trees about a third from the right; and Butterton church sits almost directly above at the top of the picture
Lake Nippissing, -35 degrees Celsius. 260 pics, combined into 1 cold mess.
week 2/52
Check out the image from the other camera here: by Darren Placido
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Piercing candid eye contact street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
It took a lot of luck and technique to pull off this shot without getting a mouthful of abuse. It also took quite a fair bit of courage given a couple of unpleasant encounters recently. Such a striking image that brought some song lyrics to mind. The song Full of Grace by Sarah McLachlan... "The winter here's cold and bitter, It's chilled us to the bone, We haven't seen the sun for weeks, Too long too far from home..."
Enjoy full screen detail by pressing 'L' or clicking on the image and remember to wrap up warm!
Jökulsárlón Lagoon
Iceland
This was really a good day in Iceland! Lots of beautiful things to see....
I am so fascinated by ice,and this place was really amazing!
With three hours between Wednesday's targets there was ample time to grab a bite to eat and reconnoitre a few locations in the Millom area for future reference.
That done I returned to one of them, Aggie's Lonning, for a go at the 14.37 BIF - CAR on the front of which I knew was 37402.
Located on the opposite side of this stretch of line is Millom's "down" distant semaphore and I wanted to include it in the compo' for this one.
Unfortunately the electrically operated signal's attendant grey boxes are on this side, their unwelcome intrusion ruining any attempt to incorporate it.
I had to make do with a mile-post and a few snow-capped south western fells to generate something extra.
Fortunately a couple appeared walking toward me and stopped to take a look as the train approached and they add a tiny bit of something to the composition.
Not only was it bloody cold here an hour before sunset but a bank of cloud was approaching from the west, providing a nervy few moments as 402 seemed to take an age to trundle around the coast from Kirby in Furness.
Within 15 minutes the sun was gone from here.