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Comet Neowise and The Plough from the road at Long Man Moor as it crosses from Teesdale over to Weardale, County Durham. Dazed, kamikaze rabbits ambled and dashed this way and that along the roadside and owls stared us down from their rabbit roadkill and flapped reluctantly off to perch in nearby trees until we'd passed. Jupiter, Saturn and Mars held court in the southern sky and the ISS sailed overhead- twice! - while we were out. A magic night.
My new EF25 extension tube arrived today so I bolted it onto the 100mm macro and dashed out into the garden between showers.
We've been out of town the last few days. More pics and stories in the next few days.
We had some airline points that were going to be expiring and free hotel stays that were burning a hole in our pocket, so we dashed off to Victoria, British Columbia for a couple of days. No big plans, just to 'wallow' in a place that, in Canadian terms, is a little tropical.
Well, if there's a fence in the picture, it can only mean one thing....... FRIDAAAAAAAAY :D
Yeah, we all made it another week :)
I got this shot during the summer on a day out to the Roe Valley Country Park, Limavady. This cheeky little squirrel dashed across the path in front of us and hopped up unto the fence and proceeded to hurdle every post as he sped away. I'm not exactly sure what spooked him to start with.... hope it wasn't the incessant clicking of my camera LOL
Hope you all enjoy your weekend, stay safe my friends, and thank you so much for the amazing comments left on my previous photos :)
Another one from the recent Jurassic Coast mission with Pip and Dave. Possibly one of the best-known sights of the British coast, any landscape trip to Dorset usually includes a visit to Durdle Door! I snapped a few of the "standard" composition from further around the beach, but wasn't doing as well as I wanted to - it's a shot that's become almost a "standard", and there's no way I can come close to the efforts of some of the other flickr members out there. Anyway, time was pressing (i.e. we had to get back to the car before the parking meter ran out!), but as I was leaving I spotted this rock and thought, "I haven't seen that composition before" (or maybe "ooh, there's a possible foreground rock for a nice generic portrait-oriented coastal landscape" as Dave would so kindly put it :P). So I squeezed off a couple of shots then dashed up the steps to the top of the cliff. Turns out the rush wasn't necessary - Pip was still shooting some silly long exposure with his 10-stop ND and I had pleeeenty of time to wait before he was done there... ;-)
The shot:
- Canon EOS 400D/Digital Rebel XTi
- Sigma 10-20mm f/4.5-5.6 EX DC HSM @ 11mm
- 0.5 seconds @ f/16, ISO100, Manual mode
- Cokin P-series 3-stop soft ND grad filter (P121S) (athough this might've been a 2-stop hard ND grad, P121M - I forget now!) and P-series circular polariser (P164)
- Manfrotto 055XPROB tripod with 322RC2 joystick grip ball head
Processing:
- Slight exposure and WB adjustments in Adobe Camera Raw
- Removed a strand of seaweed from the foreground rock
- Shadows/Highlights on L channel
- Selective Curves and an overall Curves layer in Lab mode for colour and contrast
- Curves layers with blend modes for some slight dodging and burning
- Slight colour and contrast boosts with Lab blend modes
- Local contrast boost with USM on L channel
- Resized and selectively sharpened with USM on L channel
My friend and I headed to DW to be there for sun-up. Our expectations/hopes were dashed by cold and overcast conditions.
We still enjoyed our time there.
This is a very last minute shot. At 8 o'clock tonight I suddenly remembered Macro Mondays and so I dashed out to get something in the last of the daylight and found a couple of snails getting to know each other.
I'm not 100% happy with this one, but posting just because I haven't missed a theme this year
HMM!
I didn't know anything about this today, but luckily arrived in Carnforth on the right train at the right time to see the Royal Train parked up behind the station. A quick check of HRH Prince of Wales' agenda revealed he was attending something in Carlisle and Windermere today, which meant it was almost certainly headed north. With this in mind, I dashed off to Yealand with my eyes locked on to RTT maps. I was first to post this working before it had even set off, just to give anyone else a heads up. All in all a very successful day, albeit very long and tiring after a 5am start. However I did manage a few extra bits n bobs which I didn't intend on getting, as well as seeing 4 class 67's in one day!! Don't know when the last time that happened was!! The other shots will follow shortly.
This is the 1z39 Carnforth-Carlisle, conveying HRH Prince Charles. It would later return to Wolverton ECS.
L303 has a former CSX CW40-9 in tow as they descend into the Thornapple River valley in Cascade. The Dash 9 was sold to a company based over in Wixom, MI that is developing a carbon capture system for locomotive exhaust.
Film of adventure here :
I was knackered… Another long week and being held up at 11pm in bridge traffic meant a 1am finish on the Thursday night – could I really be bothered heading for a wild camp about a 2hour drive away on a Friday evening? Maybe just relax, crack open a beer and watch the footy?
The good forecast saw me dump the beer and footy idea and I was soon on a familiar road headed for Glencoe. “90% chance of cloud free summits” one forecast read, with others along a similar vein. Pulling up at the car park under Stob Coire Raineach, I questioned my sanity. Cloud filled the sky as I watched the que of traffic coming off the hill. However, I eventually sorted myself out and was soon ascending the path to the bealach on Buachaille Etive Beag. Last time I had visited it was snowy and blowing a hooly! This time the wind was lighter and the ground was green and not white. Physically I was feeling strong, mentally – I was exhausted….
I sat at the twin cairn gaping at the cracking view to the big Buachille and eventually dragged myself up to start the final ascent to the summit of Stob Coire Raineach. I had planned on another camp on Chrulaiste – however I guessed it would be busy with the forecast and the weekend looming. I was hoping for a quiet time up here
The ascent is a little rocky in places from the bealach, but I was soon on the top taking in the views. At first glance I thought I would easily find a pitch with numerous grassy spots, however finding a place with grass and no rocks proved impossible. Eventually I succumbed and relied on the air ground sheet to do its best. Had I had my old rolly up ground matt, I’d have been in trouble ;)
Tent up, tea on and sunset was approaching. That wasn’t the only thing approaching – cloud was hugging the summits now and any thoughts of a spectacular sunset were dashed! 20.45 and I headed to bed- knackered!
Usually I sleep poorly on wild camps but tonight I slept soundly…. Until 03.49 am! I wasn’t sure if I was still dreaming but the whoosh, whoosh, whoosh of propellers and engine noise was growing to the point that I eventually literally jumped out of the tent thinking the helicopter was about to join me inside. The cloud hadn’t cleared and the helicopter passed up the glen with it spot light illuminating a huge triangle of space. This wasn’t good, I hope all involved are safe and well. Watching in the darkness from the summit I could see the rescue operation unfold for the next hour somewhere in the darkness towards the top of Beinn Fhada. Once again it shows the bravery and dedication these heros go through to help someone likely to be a stranger.
I headed back to bed hoping that all involved were ok.
Sunrise was due at 06.15, so I set the alarm for 5.15, but for the first time, I slept right through it!! I woke with about 10 minutes to spare. At first glance it was still cloudy and I contemplated going back to sleep. However I thought I better check the eastern horizon – just in case! I was glad I did because the sunrise was spectacular… In a frenzied 10 minute spell, I fumbled with lenses and tripod’s and got the camera set up just in time to watch the sun illuminate the clouds and then rise over the banks of fog that covered Rannoch Moor – an amazing sight! It was over just as quickly as it arrived and I was soon checking my weather app. Blues skies forecast – mmmmmm – Not here, not now and in fact the low cloud rolled in reducing visibility to zero – time to head off… I descended quickly into the gloom and was back at the car for about 09.30.
We celebrated to see the mountains again.
Their smudged, gray-blue outlines, dashed with gray-blue snow, clinging against the horizon, smashed against the sky.
A trembling of hearts.
They're back, we said, and laughed a bit, and peered through dirt-stained glass at their time-carved bodies,
none of us admitting how much we missed their steady, distant, tremulous bulk, a barrier to time and man, protecting us from being squashed against the earth
like hard-bodied bugs, keeping the empty sky from crush,
crushing us until the air burst our bodies like vacant husks.
We sought them like signposts of idealized home, the giants which prophecy our endless space.
We knew where we were.
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I wrote that months ago, on the way back from a conference in New Mexico, as we crossed the border back into Colorado and saw the Rocky Mountains to our west again. I live my life ringed by mountain ranges, that connect the earth and sky, keep me safe and small.
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Three short stories from this week:
One day this week, just before midday, I went out into the garden to fill the next garden bag with shredded cane in the beautiful sunshine. I hadn't really been out yet when Timmy had already left our bed to take the opportunity to help Daddy in the garden 😉 The first thing he did was climb onto the valerian pot. Nothing to see yet, but he can probably smell it already. Then I cut off the first stake reed, which is up to 3 metres long. When I hold it over the garden sack to cut it, the top end wags around on the lawn. Of course, Timmy can't miss this invitation. Off we go, happily pulling up stakes 😊 Without his "help", the work would be done twice as quickly. But we had much fun 😊
Yesterday after lunch I was getting ready for my nap when Timmy came in. He had a quick sniff at all four bowls of the 24by7 buffet, but his tiredness got the better of his hunger and he went to bed, where he lay down at the foot of the bed. I also went to bed and told him with explanatory hand movements that he had to come up to me if he wanted to be stroked. He stared at me, but nothing happened. I tried several times, but he stayed lying down, always staring at me. Then I closed my eyes and thought "if you don't want it, you've already got it". A few moments later, I heard him get up and come over to me. He lay down so that I could stroke his lower half, which I then did.
The moral of the story: sometimes you just have to give in if you want to be stroked 😊😊
Now to the story with Timmy's lookout ladder. Recently it rained quite heavily. Afterwards, the water was standing on the tiles in front of the ladder. When I entered the terrace, I saw Timmy sitting on the left in front of the bridge and whistled to him. He set off briskly, under the fence and then, as always, he dashed through our garden, up the three steps in one leap and then ... he wanted to jump onto the ladder in one jump to cuddle me. But because of the thick film of water, he had no grip and slid very quickly towards the ladder. I thought he was going to crash into the round strut - there's just under 14 cm between the strut and the ground. But no - he stretched his legs, pressed his head and bum to the ground and slid under the strut on his belly. He then managed to turn left while scrambling to his feet and avoid colliding with the ladder steps.
And the moral of the story: if you jump into the blue, you should have very good reflexes 😊😊😊😊
You never get bored with a Katerchen like Timmy :-)))
Happy Caturday 27.1.2024 "features"
I saw the sky was complete blood red from where I live and i dashed out of the house to grab a photo. By the time I got to where I needed to be it was between twilight and sunset. So I ended up getting both phases in the same photo. It turned out pretty awesome looking. Unfortunately I ran out so fast I forgot my tripod. Oh well.
Here's a memory of the relatively few public outings of the incredible four-cylinder Pacific 18 316 with its 2,10 m driving wheels.
On October 4, 1997 it pulled a special to Nürnberg. My friend Jörg and I jumped at the chance to shoot the train at Weinsberg with its semaphore signals. The train had a scheduled stop at Weinsberg to meet a regular passenger train. We thought that shooting at both ends would be viable. It was.
We were right in time for the departure. We left the car on the "dark side", dashed across the tracks and joined the photoline.
A cracked wheel sidelined the 18 316 permanently a few years later. It remains a display at the Mannheim Technoseum.
The following day I decided to push myself harder and hike up to the 5 lake hike trail to spend some time quiet time just ambling around and photographing whatever took my fancy. With all my photo gear plus the essentials I was carrying much more weight than I'd normally take with me on a hike. The conditions were good though, so it was tiring, but still very enjoyable.
My furthest destination was Stellisee and shortly before that I hit the snow line and my progress slowed to a crawl. Battling through it, I eventually made it to the lake, only to find it completely frozen over and my original plans for a composition were dashed. Too tired now to walk around the lake, I instead set up the camera on the near side and see if I could find an image that reflected my experience of being there, all alone.
Committed to Kodak Tmax 400 using a 4x5" Wista field camera and 150 mm lens. Developed using Ars-Imago FD 1:39, dev. time as per the massive dev chart, and scanned with an Epson V850 using Silverfast. Positive conversion and contrast done with Negative Lab Pro. Dust cleaning and final contrast in Photoshop.
Went on a sunrise mission. First of all I was 4 minutes late for the best show. And I should have turned left to the Lake because the real show was there. Instead I headed to where I used to live with the river view. After that I dashed over to the Lake. lol
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We had some airline points that were going to be expiring and free hotel stays that were burning a hole in our pocket, so we dashed off to Victoria, British Columbia for a couple of days. No big plans, just to 'wallow' in a place that, in Canadian terms, is a little tropical.
A Black Country pub was left looking like an “earthquake scene” after the building was hit by an out of control car.
Five people were taken to hospital after the accident which demolished part of The Railway Inn, Pedmore Road, Lye, Stourbridge, to collapse.
Firefighters and rescue workers today said the aftermath of the smash resembled an “earthquake.”
The crash happened at 11.40 last night. The driver, a man in his mid-20s, remained in a critical condition today. The others, three females and a male, were treated for minor injuries at both Selley Oak and City Hospitals.
Specialist rescue teams had to fight their way into the crumbling pub to check if anyone was trapped inside.
The front left of the pub was demolished and the bedroom had collapsed into the road leaving a gaping hole in the front of the building. Furniture could today be seen tumbling out of the front of the building.Onlookers were this morning taking photos of the devastating damage on their mobile phones.
The car involved, a Seat Lyon, was still at the scene at 9am today. Its front bonnet was completely crumpled and firefighters had cut the roof and doors off to get to the people inside.
A neighbour who lives opposite, Mr Brian Westwood, aged 71, of Pedmore Road, said he heard a loud bang and rushed out of his bed to his window to see what had happened.
“I thought a car had crashed, which has happened here before. I dashed to the window and saw the car. I couldn’t believe a car had caused so much damage. People came out of the pub to lift bricks and rubble off the car and then the building fell in.
“I saw a big piece of brickwork hanging which then fell onto the people below and I though they might have been injured.”
Mr Westwood added it took fire crews more than an hour to free people from the wreckage of the Seat.
The latest woolly creation courtesy of MIJU Wools, Gloucester, in honour of the Coronation of HM King Charles III on 6th May, 2023.
I spotted on my Facebook feed that they'd installed it today, so dashed out to get a photo before the weather spoiled it or it was vandalised (yes, there are spiteful people out there who think it's clever to ruin other people's pleasure).
God Save the King!
DASHED - GOOD VIBES - FULL FACE 70% (new)
GOREGLAM 'Noire' Eyeshadow EVO X HD (add)
6. LOTUS. Romance Lips [boxed]
S-CLUB JEANIE FATPACK - 120123
Pure Poison - Serena Nails and Rings - Unpack
(Yummy) Pearl Strand Knot Necklace
she sleepwalked into the living room, sat on the couch and began brushing her hair with the dvd remote. I dashed for the camera and got back just as she discarded the remote in disgust.
Still asleep I handed her the remote again, and said "here you are, brush your hair" hoping for a photo but she threw it down and began brushing her hair vigorously with her hands... still funny but not as funny as with the remote
That morning was so hard for me to get up and shoot. Why? Well...I stayed in a bunk house close by the desert playa and kept having issues getting the door to fully lock. Fast forward into the dead of night when the winds pick up and BOOM I hear a giant slam. I opened my blurry eyes and think to myself that's weird I can see my car and why am I so cold? Was my door haunted...I don't know but holy crap it was loud as it swung wide open I never got the bunk house warm again that night so at about 2 am I hopped in the car and decided to keep it running so I could keep my toes. In my sleepy stuper I set an alarm to shoot sunrise that I most happily hit the snooze on and when I did finally wake it was literally minutes before the light was going to go off. I dashed out onto the playa, found my frozen mudcracks and witnessed some pretty cool light shortly after. This was my favorite moment from that morning.
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Someone suggested to me that I create my own GT Sport calendar, so here it is! (apologies for the bad image quality).
All images are taken (and edited) by me. I've ordered one for myself and it hasn't arrived yet, but if anyone's interested message me and I'll send you some more screenshots of the whole calendar.
At the moment I'm not sure how to sell them (I am working on it though, and any suggestions are welcome).
Please ignore the dashed lines as these won't be in the final paper copy :)
The fact that this image came out OK amazed me, as it was taken on a heavily overcast, snowy morning with low visibility (26 April 2014). My camera kept focusing on the snowflakes, but I'm glad that at least one of the photos worked.
We certainly had a mix of weather last weekend. On the day this photo was taken, a few of us had gathered to go on a birding drive south of the city, but weren't sure whether to cancel the trip. We drove to the edge of the city to check out a huge pond, but it was decided that the visibility was just not going to be good enough, so the trip was postponed. Two of us did drive some of the backroads just south of the city and the snow did stop for a while, but the light was not good. I really appreciated the drive, though, as we went on a few roads that I don't drive, but now will feel confident to do so. Thanks so much, Terry! We had a few nice sightings, including a Moose, a Snow Goose (possibly a Ross's Goose) that I didn't see, and a distant flock of about 60 Mountain Bluebirds which was a real treat. The Yellow-headed Blackbirds are now back, joining the Red-winged Blackbirds that I believe arrived first. Feels so good to have them back again!
www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/red-winged_blackbird/id?utm_s...
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red-winged_Blackbird
The weather forecast for the next five days is mixed precipitation, light snow or snow-rain showers. Not quite the way one wants to welcome the month of May, but we can't complain. Compared to all those people who are suffering and continue to suffer the loss of loved ones and loss of homes and businesses, thanks to air or sea tragedies and the tremendous nightmare from tornado damage, we here in Alberta are very fortunate. My thoughts go out to all those who are going through such terrible times.
If I suddenly disappear off Flickr, it will be because of anti-virus software problems that surfaced this morning. No part of McAfee worked - anything I clicked on did nothing. There was no McAfee to be seen! When I bought my computer, it already had this anti-virus software installed on it. I have to remove it so that I can install Norton (that I've always used before). Just hope I manage to remove all the bits and pieces from the present one, or the new one won't work. Later: dashed out immediately to buy the software I normally use, and thank goodness, it seems to have installed successfully. Relief! Which was short-lived, as I find that now my printer won't work after installing Norton Anti-virus. Aren't computers fun?
PATIENCE
Steer the ship as you will, if the rocks are for you, find them you will. And when the sun shines brightest, into an ordinary day, the storm will come, and sweep you away.
No place to run, nowhere to hide, the ghost is in you. And the dream, the dream that you held, the one that kept you afloat, is dashed on the rocks. It leaks love and it's lemon drips drops.
Over and over, the cycle repeats, the same dream, themes, like a life of endless repeats. The message is clear, but falls on deaf ears. For the cage that was built, is lovely and sweet.
You have sailed, set forth, fought, but each time you die, you always survive. The clock ticks, but who notices time. What is this reason and rhyme.
Running, falling, climbing, basking in glory, failure or success, it's never enough. Love seeps under the door, I watch it go by. I know it's name, it's written in shame.
I am not what I love, I am tied to the chair. The room is filled with the empty of plenty, paid for with sweat, tears and the blood of my fears.
Then you walk in the door . . . . . . .
From ""The Book That Dreams"
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- Anaxagoras.
After the encounter with the summer tanager, we pushed on and continued on the trail. As we were walking, I saw this Swainson’s Thrush ahead of us foraging on the ground. There was a spot on the path where a beam of sunlight was coming through the trees. I was hoping that the bird will keep on moving towards the light. My hopes were not dashed as the bird casually walked towards the sunlit area.
I was ready with my composition and focus. But as he got closer, he started to veer right towards the light. I was torn between changing the composition and just going on with the shot. I took both images. This post shows where the bird is looking to the right, was my planned composition. I just hadn't anticipated the bird moving to the right of the path. Common wisdom suggests adding space to the direction in which the bird is looking, but that would have eliminated the pathway from the frame. I cropped the image into a 16:9 aspect ratio to accentuate the horizontal relief a little bit more emphasis. Let me know if this works.
dashed against the rocks
i survive again
to weather another storm
my drunken model k.b. had no idea that his prank would end up so artsy... hahaha!
"scratches" texture by (Leah)
Went out into the garden to water a couple of plants and heard the unmistakable call of this Green Woodpecker fleeing from a closeby tree in one neighbours garden. Dashed off for my camera! The bird had flown a bit further away into a tree at the back of another neighbours garden. Although they do frequent the area to forage for ants and worms etc. have only had very fleeting glimpses in the past.
CURVE-BILLED TINAMOU Nothoprocta curvirostris. Curve-billed Tinamous are only rarely sighted or photographed. We were quite thrilled to discover this bird very early in the morning of September 1, 2017 on the upper slopes of Volcán Pichincha below the Yanacocha Reserve just to the west of Quito, the capital city of Ecuador. The tinamou abruptly dashed across the dirt road in front of us and then proceeded to walk and run along the roadside for a short while. This photo was taken at 6:52 AM.
The Curve-billed Tinamou belongs to the family Tinamidae and is found only in the Andes of central Ecuador and northern and central Perú.
Un Tinamú Piquicurvo Nothoprocta curvirostris se halló en las faldas superiores de Volcán Pichincha por debajo de la Reserva Yanacocha en el noroeste de Ecuador a las 6 y 52 de la mañana el 1 de septiembre de 2017.
Fiona shouted me through to the kitchen today to show me that a Red Admiral butterfly had landed on my car's headlight so I dashed out to try to get a photo. Luckily it stayed put for a wee while and I was able to get quite a few shots, of which this is the best.
San Pedro House, AZ
Gale force winds today on our road trip which really dampened any quality bird photo opportunities, but did manage a couple. This very obliging hawk caught some sort of rodent and ate it in front of us and then dashed off after another. He missed and then sat on the ground pondering life while I shot away. He eventually lifted up into the tree to bounce up and down in the wind storm while we called it a day and headed to Bisbee.
The trees wear their moss like coats in the winter. I'm actually quite envious of their style... soft, lush, verdant. This image was taken along Germantown road last weekend. I was driving up to a trailhead and these trees caught my attention, so I parked in the next pullout and dashed back down the road to make this image. I probably should wait for the Hasselblad version, but I was organizing images tonight and didn't want to lose this one. It's pretty much unedited from the original... I left the blue cast alone, because that's really how the world seemed at the time... the branches, fleshed with green, reaching into a pale and ethereally blue void.
And so as a result, you get two images from me tonight.
Something dashed past the kitchen window of our son's house when we were looking after the cat a few days ago. I grabbed my camera and just about got a snatched shot of this deer which was now investigating the front driveways of houses across the green. At that moment, a dogwalker came along and the deer turned and sped onto Chailey Common.
Dashed plans of seeing the Pere Marquette 1225 this year due to an overhaul taking place. I went to the more closer to home option of seeing the 261 depart the Union Depot in Saint Paul. This was first run of the year.
I am proud to bring you the Barrel Racing event… ten days of the best cowgirls and the fastest turn and burn horses in the sport of rodeo. A cowgirl and her horse enter the arena at full speed, complete a cloverleaf pattern around three barrels (fifty-five gallon plastic drums), and then they race back out of the arena. The cloverleaf pattern is comprised of the three barrels being set in a triangle formation; the cowgirl can either take the right or left barrel first. Cowgirls are not disqualified for touching a barrel.
Time is kept by means of an electronic eye (a laser device), measuring the run in hundredths of a second, which means times are very close. If a barrel is knocked over then a five second penalty is added to the time, which almost guarantees the cowgirl no chance at the money. The fastest time is what will win the prize money.
Barrel Racing is a combination of several factors to ensure a successful run, how athletic the horse is, how good of a horsewoman and rider the cowgirl is, arena footing – the type of ground and the depth, and even a little luck.
The cowgirls and their horses gave a lot of try this year, and the horses dug deep down to give that little bit extra. Some dreams were dashed with a knocked over barrel, which allowed others to fulfill their dreams.
Come turn and burn with me for Barrel Racing from the NFR.
Last night the aurora activity was predicted to be at storm level, so I dashed out to this spot on the Northumberland coast. We spent a good couple of hours waiting for the cloud to clear... The strong glow still managed to push through the clouds giving us a great display . A great night out with Dru Dodd & Calum Gladstone.
Info :- Sony A7s & Samyang 14mm f2.8 lens. Taken at iso 3200 - f4 - 10 seconds.
One more shot from our trip to the Zugspitze, Germany's highest peak. I dashed a few lines about it here: knipsr.de/zugspitze/ (Sorry but it's in German only.)
I changed my mind about the tilt-shift-fake and changed the picture as well.
Interesting geological formations permeate the eastern cliffs along the Royal Coastal Walk. The environment changes continuously from heath to open, rocky platforms along the cliffs. The Water-Run is a stream bringing fresh water down a gully eroded into the cliffs. The water eroded sections of the cliffside, with giant boulders dashed about the water’s edge, is known popularly as the Devil’s Dice. Watch the waves crashing against the rocks and grab a photo… or two.
Slippery is a good way to decribe January - it has been a month mixing deep freeze and rain, to give us so many days of ice and frozen mud! Hints of Spring in a glorious sunrise could be suddenly dashed by a day of sleet and hail. And it marked the start of the second year of the pandemic, with another mixture of extremes - hospitals fuller than ever with COVID cases, and the start of the vaccination roll-out. And for us, month 11 of self-isolating and lock-down. It seems to get harder to face the restrictions - but we know it is the only thing we can do to help the national (and global) situation. Photography is indeed a life-line, and Flickr is where we can share our experiences, the highs and the lows, across the globe!
Stay warm and safe as January ends 😊
Once again, thanks to everyone who has visited my photostream and for the comments and faves. I hope the collage gives an enjoyable look back through January ;o)
All my collages are collected here: At a Glance
ID
87458
Listing Date
8 October 1981
History
Originally 2 houses. Evidence for their different dates is the differing rear roof slopes. The front was remodelled as a pair in the late C19.
Exterior
A 2-storey house and shop with a whitened pebble-dashed front, black-painted smooth-rendered plinth, sill band, eaves band and architraves, and slate roof with a small central brick ridge stack and shared brick stack to the R. The house on the L side (No 10) has a panel door with overlight, under a rendered pediment. To its R is a 4-pane sash window with similar pediment. No 8 has a late C20 shop front, with recessed central entrance and a fascia. In the upper storey No 8 has 2-pane and 4-pane sash windows, and No 10 a single 4-pane sash, all horned. Between the upper-storey windows of the 2 houses is a panel with 'Stretford House' in raised letters.
The rear roof slopes differ. No 10 is steeper and therefore probably earlier. The rear wall is cement rendered and has modern fenestration. On the R side is an outshut retaining a 4-pane sash window.
Reasons for Listing
Listed as a town house retaining C19 character despite part conversion to a shop, and for group value within the historical townscape.
britishlistedbuildings.co.uk/300087458-stretford-house-an...
The last we'd see of Rainier this day. As the dark clouds continued to roll in from all directions ... we were starting to think that maybe we should pack it up and leave a day early ... unless we were OK with getting wet that night. Plus, all hopes of having a sunset on the Mountain that evening were dashed, and the likelihood of being in the clouds the next morning were pretty good too.
BTW: with this hi contrast you can clearly see the top of the Emmons climbing route as it approaches the bergschrund. Though by this time of day most climbers would be well down off the top.
Two GEN Shiryoku Agents travel in a stolen Black Sedan into Russia to retrieve valuable intel from a secret hard-drive in an old mine in Bakscharskoye, but while they enter the mine anonymous enemy agents set fire to the underground tunnel shaft, and the Shattered Glory Agents do not have even a second to spare . .
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Dr. Aito Olezka and Kaiya Yajontov pulled up in the stolen Black Sedan and then quickly dashed down the ladder in the corner. Now they find that they are faced with a dreadful challenge, as smoke and fire chokes their breath: they must get to that hard-drive before it is destroyed, and escape back to their vehicle before they are sabotaged!