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Broad-winged Hawk, Buteo platypterus, identified by its distinctive call, in a Paper Birch, Betula papyrifera.
This was taken on the first evening of my recent trip to the Lakes. After a 6 hour drive from Brum, I set up my tent then dashed here to capture sunset. The colours of the clouds were beautiful, it was a great way to wind down from the traffic, roadworks delays etc!
I camped for a few nights at Syke Farm campsite, which is a 10 minute walk to this edge of Crummock water (and 10 mins the other way is the Buttermere tree - stand by for my next image).
Canon R5, Canon RF 15-35mm 2.8 @f/11, 109s, ISO160, 15mm
It has rained almost incessantly for the last few weeks but yesterday evening was rather special so I dashed to the beach to take some photos - it seems I was not alone as they were so many people on top of the rocks doing the same thing!
After eyeing this from a distance, I made a mad scramble to this somewhat precarious rocky alcove. Perched at a safe enough angle away from the high tide, I couldn't help thinking how it would feel to be dashed against those rocks.As the tide was getting bigger and crashing with more force, a family just to the right of here wanted to explore further down looking for starfish. I kindly told them they'd have better luck finding some at low tide. Go figure.
One stormy evening, in a cozy neighborhood, a curious cat named Whiskers found himself caught in a downpour. Whiskers was an adventurous feline who loved exploring the outdoors, but he had not anticipated the sudden rainstorm that had rolled in.
At first, Whiskers tried to find shelter under a tree, but the rain was coming down in torrents, drenching his fur and making him shiver with cold. He quickly realized that he needed to find a dry place to wait out the storm.
Whiskers spotted an open garage with its door slightly ajar and dashed inside, seeking refuge from the rain. But to his dismay, he discovered that the garage was cluttered with old tools and boxes, and there was no cozy spot to curl up and stay dry.
Frustration and annoyance gnawed at Whiskers as he sat in the corner of the garage, his fur soaked and his tail twitching in agitation. He was wet, cold, and very unhappy about the turn of events. He couldn't understand why the rain had to ruin his outdoor adventures.
As the rain continued to pour outside, Whiskers' mood grew darker. He paced back and forth, his wet fur sticking to his skin, and his ears flat against his head in annoyance. He let out frustrated meows, venting his anger at the weather that had ruined his plans.
Whiskers couldn't bear it any longer. He was a proud cat, and he refused to let the rain dampen his spirits. With a determined look in his eyes, he made a bold decision. He would brave the rain and make a run for it, heading back to his warm and cozy home.
Taking a deep breath, Whiskers mustered all his feline agility and dashed out of the garage, leaping over puddles and dodging raindrops. He ran as fast as his wet paws could carry him, his tail fluffed up in annoyance, and his eyes narrowed against the rain.
Finally, he reached his front door and scratched at it frantically until his owner opened it. Whiskers darted inside, shaking off the rainwater from his fur and curling up in his favorite spot by the fireplace. He was relieved to be home, safe and dry.
As he lay there, warming up by the fire, Whiskers reflected on his adventure in the rain. He realized that sometimes things don't go as planned, and it's okay to feel frustrated or angry about it. But in the end, he was grateful to have a warm home to return to and a loving owner to take care of him.
From that day on, whenever it rained, Whiskers would curl up in his cozy spot indoors, watching the raindrops from the window with a contented purr. He had learned to appreciate the comforts of home and the warmth of a dry shelter, even on the wettest and angriest of days.
Its been dull and miserable most of the day in Yorkshire but late evening the sun broke through. I dashed up to the top of the moors and just caught this
Copyright Susan Ogden
I was watching to the west for the indicators of a nice sunset...it kept getting better and better so i grabbed the camera and went to the beach instead of the sound. I was in the mood for a more pastel take on the vivid that was happening to the west.
In the background here, is Nags Head Pier...and a lone fisherman. The ocean was such a pretty pale greenish turquoise, and the amount of light still hitting there allowed the waves to show the colors and the upswept sand as they rolled onto the beach! The breeze was pleasant and the colors from the sunset, serene and everything i dashed there to capture!
This kind of walk on the beach makes for such a pleasant and relaxing evening...even tho there were people there...made me remember it will be not too much longer when i will have the beach to myself again! YAY!
Happy Monday evening...Enjoy your Tuesday, and the fact that the week marches onward to Friday! :)
As I dashed out quickly, to grab a shot at sunset, I left my sandals on and got a few small cacti needles in my feet. Then to add insult to injury (literally), when taking this shot through the teddy bear cholla, I accidentally backed up into a cactus to my rear and you can guess where I got poked...ouch. Need to take what one of our neighbors refers to as "living in a hostile environment" more seriously. I've recovered just fine, but will nevermore fail to respect the wild ways of the Sonoran Desert.
As I have said I'm not much of a sunset shooter. I tend to be occupied at sunset. That said this is the last of the images from the evening I was shooting at Tomorrowland Terrace and the band Instant Replay. I kept looking over my shoulder and I could see this sunset developing. When the band finished the set I dashed up the ramp to the Inovations Building to capture the sunset. I moved around a bit going for different angles and crops.
“Home is behind, the world ahead,
and there are many paths to tread
through shadows to the edge of night,
until the stars are all alight.”
~J.R.R. Tolkien
Thunder and lightning was getting close but I dashed out for a few captures of this scene.
I broke away from the portraits again to come back and play more with Jinx.
She was the last of the Raven's to come together and her look never really felt 'produced' to me before; she was just sort of slap dashed together.
Even though it's just an addition of a Shu mesh outfit with some of her original accoutrements on top she's feeling like a total bad ass to me now.
Oh, and Rainha is holding her own in the background taking out the dastardly droids as well.
Yet another morning where I decided to foam instead of sleep for work, but I think it was for a good reason. One of the best looking warbonnet B40-8Ws, 558, has been reactivated and running on trains out of northtown for a couple months now. I've been really itching to catch it, unfortunately it was conflicting with my work schedule many times it ran, so my hopes were dashed for a bit. However, the stars finally aligned this morning. Several parties were saying 558 was leading GFDNTW, and checking Perham at 2 AM showed it was, with some other odd units in the consist. I decided around 5 to bite the bullet and head to Elk River, not sure if I would even get the train in sun or not. I debated going to downtown to catch it, but I wasn't sure how the shadows would be there, and since it was on the wrong main it wouldn't be the angle I had in mind, so I settled for the crossing east of town. A few minutes after arriving, I heard a horn honk in Elk River, and not long after the headlight appeared. Here, GFDNTW flies east out of Elk River, with a hell of a consist to boot. Nice when things finally go your way for once, eh?
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Summer Blues, Copse of Trees, Yorkshire Dales
I have been after a shot of this gorgeous copse of trees in the Yorkshire Dales during the blue skies of summer for as long as I can remember and on Tuesday, the weather forecast was perfect so I threw the camera bag and tripod into the boot of my car and I dashed off up to Yorkshire.
On arriving, I saw these wonderful white clouds drifting over the field, and before long, the camera was ready to capture the scene. I fired off a dozen shots before settling on this one to edit once home. The inclusion of the clouds is essential to the overall interest and balance in my mind.
What do you think?
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1/320
ISO100
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I remember spotting green things moving against a hot pink background. The closer I came to the flower, the more I realized that I had a possible close encounter with my camera. I dashed up the stairs and back down again, hoping that my bug friends would still be there. Yes! The fates were kind.
Storm Erik was battering parts of Britain with westerly winds, and I thought that coinciding with almost 9 metres of tidal range, I could expect some good splashes up the side of the lighthouse. But my hopes were dashed as the wind strength fell and fell in the hours before High Tide, and I ended up pretty disappointed by what I eventually saw. Having said that, Perch Rock always looks pretty and must be one of the most photographed lighthouses on flickr. But I really should have stayed up on the promenade to see any drama.
I am fortunate during the winter months to visit Circle B Bar Reserve 3 or 4 times weekly. It seems to me that I have witnessed substantially more gators crossing trails than in years past . . . though I realize I may have just been more often in the right place at the right time. More photographers metadata follows, if you care for the story:
The trail in this area goes along the shore of Lake Hancock for about 1/4 mile. I had been following a juvenile raccoon for several hundred yards along the water's edge trying to get a clear shot him. As I glanced ahead on the trail, my eyes were caught by the head of this gator about ten feet out from shore. The raccoon was in & out of the brush along the shore and proceeding towards the gator. I watch as the gator began to glide slowly toward shore and climb up to rest it snout on the trunk of a fallen palm tree. The raccoon came out the brush and started to climb over the palm tree trunk when it saw the raccoon . . . now, I can't be sure of the expression on the raccoon's face because his back was to me . . . but, I'm sure his eyes grew as large as saucers because he did a back-flip and dashed off. The gator then crawled over the tree trunk, laid on the trail for several seconds, and then strolled on across the trail. Average day at Circle B Bar Reserve.
As I reported in a recent story, the bluebell season had proved to be a bit of a non event this year. A not very heady combination of poor weather, a poor attitude and even worse composition skills had delivered nothing whatsoever and I’d resorted to the archives for an image to share a story of abject failure. It was time to move on. What was next? Well a return to Echo Beach and Godrevy Lighthouse was long overdue. Very long overdue in fact – I was surprised to note that I hadn’t taken photos here since January. Even more startling was the realisation that on six of the previous eight visits, I hadn’t got beyond downloading the raw files onto my computer. Ok so during that period I was lucky enough to go to Iceland and the Canary Islands, trips which were filled with yet to be shared images, but it did make me wonder what on earth I’d been playing at. Why had I ignored all of these folders, and what was in them? I really should take a look.
So some time towards the end of last week, we headed down to Godrevy in the van. On a sunny afternoon that was colder than it looked, we sat at the field on the headland in our camping chairs, enjoying a cream tea that had arrived as part of an unexpected hamper delivery that morning. It seems that recommending services you’ve been happy with pays dividends once in a while. I’d brought the camera with me of course, with only a passing thought about whether we’d stay long enough for sunset. Really we’d just come down for an afternoon out, and a brief stroll to watch the seals at Mutton Cove before racing back to the van as a shower raced towards us from across the bay. Back in the van another cup of tea was brewed as we settled down to watch the world outside. Ali had a little snooze while I pushed on through the last few chapters of the novel that had taken me away to the dreamland marshes of the North Carolina coast for most of the last week. Afternoon ticked on towards early evening. At some point we’d have to make a decision about food.
So we trundled off to Hayle and continued to abandon our cholesterol levels outside the front door of the local chippy. We could always have alfalfa sprouts tomorrow. Once rumbling stomachs were refuelled, we returned to the exact same spot as before, noting that the gates would be locked at nine. I’d just hop down and have a look. There wasn’t much doing, so I told Ali I’d be back soon. I’m never back soon. She knows that.
After poppies, it’s sea thrift in this rapidly passing floral season. No sooner have the woodland blues begun to wane and descend back into the lush green foliage, the vivid pink blooms appear on clifftops across the coast. And while I’d gradually begun to make sense of bluebell compositions (at least until this year’s big step backwards), the sea thrift had remained complicated. I pretty much always shoot into the light because it’s what inspires me and moves me to landscape photography, but of course that sets its challenges. Shadows, silhouettes, and dynamic ranges to test the computer’s memory later on. I look back to early attempts where I’d followed the letter rather too closely – highlights all the way down, shadows all the way up, noise all the way up with it – all shots where I’d failed to keep the raw files to try again years later as I released the histogram was on the back of my camera for a reason and learned new techniques in the editing suite. At one time I tried a stage of shooting the foreground an hour before the background, but the blend never looked convincing. Focus stacks also came with accompanying headaches – all of those fiddly strands against the blue background sea that looked messy if you dived into the pixels too far.
The most pleasing result to date was one that ironically, I’ve never shared on Flickr. Maybe I should. A beautiful glowing mass of colourful cloud, a clutch of gulls making for the island and an appealing pink patch at the front of the image. Why did I never post it? Not sure, but when I have another creative block like the one I faced in the bluebell woods, I guess I can keep it up my sleeve. Two further years of learning how to use Photoshop will need to be applied first though. It was one of those pesky focus stacks and the blending needs another visit. At least this was in the era since I decided to keep every raw file forever. Except the real duds of course. Mind you that could be a mistake – ICM is so popular nowadays. Even if this is more like UCM.
This evening was also testing my brain cells. In truth, I’d left things late. If I’m out on my own I can happily set up a composition and wait for two hours until the light is at its best. But an hour ago we were queuing at the chippy three miles away in Hayle, and nowhere near any compositions. Not unless Asda superstores are your chosen subject. Now I dashed from one spot to another, always struggling with the gulf of water between the headland and the lighthouse that separated the foreground and background almost irreparably. As I settled on this one, Ali rang to say the man had arrived to lock the gates as a stream of vehicles headed along the clifftop towards the road. At the exact same moment, the sky was starting to get interesting, so shameful to say, I asked her if she could drive Brenda back to the main car park that is never locked, and five minutes later I saw a big red van moving away from me. “Got here without any bumps” came the message.
I settled down as the sun headed towards the horizon and the colours became ever more saturated. By now it was a case of seizing what I could from the scene and hoping for the best, before walking back along the cliff path and remembering what it is that brings me here again and again, whether or not I take photos, and whether or not I get around to working on them later.
Emboldened by her success at driving the van from the field to the car park, Ali drove us home. Cream teas, fish and chips, sea thrift and a chauffeur. Better than frowning in frustration at bluebells that don’t want to play.
Yesterday morning I was waiting for a whitethroat to show, when this juvenile hare appeared on the track in front of me. It washed itself, did a forward roll and then ran towards me, seemingly oblivious of my presence. When it realised I was there, it dashed off, but then returned two more times before it regarded me as too much of a potential threat, at which point it disappeared into a wheat field.
I love hares and especially leverets, so will post a couple more portraits of this deiightful little creature.
The moment the rain stopped falling, I dashed outside to see the beauty of raindrops. Here's to enjoying the small things in life.
After getting my hopes dashed by a poorly parked police officer who I didn't want to deal with the week before, 4 hours of waiting and no train the day before, I had just about had enough of the BS and I began to wait. I waited for a while, then I waited a little more, and then I kept waiting. I said I would leave at 11:30 pm, then I decided what's another 30 minutes. Finally, at 11:55 pm, I saw a headlight, heard a horn, and my spite paid off as the GLC OSTN crosses over the Shiawassee River just outside of Vernon, MI. as they head back to Owosso with 100 cars and a GP35 leading. Sometimes, you just have to hate it just enough to want it.
Probably one the most colourful sunrises of 2022. I dashed out of the door and made my way to a nearby field to capture this. Rushed and just caught the end of the glow.
Could move quite close to this peacock which was busy pecking some grains before it noticed me and dashed for cover .
A day when the seas around Sydney were quite dramatic and rough. This picture was taken along the Bondi to Coogee walk, the waves were so strong that some parts of the walk were wet and I was actually hit by a wave :) a bigger one then started to form so I dashed up a stairway along the way, by the time it hit in just a nick of time :) exciting in a way ;)
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This evening the sky went red and was stunning. I dashed up to Keighley Gate to capture it and shot this as a panorama
I've taken this Church before, but dashed over last Saturday afternoon as the light looked really good.
A big thank you to all of you for all your love, friendship, encouragement and support x
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4D1a00cbFA
TIME OF NO REPLY – NICK DRAKE
THIS IS THE SUMMER OF MY TRANSITION
The devil that was within me
that found me, then drowned me
could not withstand
the beauty of my love for him
the softness of my gentle hand
could not witness the words that I wrote
could not cope with love that gave him hope
he inhabited my soul and it choked him from within
now he scurries through the darkness
avoiding any last vestige of light; avoiding my eyes
he hides and he lies to rid himself of the truth
that he found within that last dance
he burned me, he scorned me, but then he adored me
he haunted my dreams and begged my return
but I found myself healing as I walked along the shore
the pace of my mind slowed; the peace of my mind showed
that at last I could let go and be myself once more
I walked in his shadow, until I found the light
before I lived like a shadow with no strength to fight
A poor tortured soul; I know how that feels
when love can't release him; thaw his soul cold as steel
Sometimes our love falls on stony ground
like the softness of rose petals and the hope that we once found
dashed against the rocks of life's lessons
deafened by the torment that resounds within our caissons
and lifts us up above the maelstrom of the storms
that threaten to define us and defile us; confine us
This is the summer of my transition
as I find my way back to the right path that heals me
I leave him far behind me; the nightmare recedes
now I sleep like an angel on clouds of soft dreams
and feel lucky that I am still here
amid the love of all my friends.
- AP – Copyright remains with the author
My artwork is a compilation of 3 of my photographs
'copyright image please do not reproduce without permission'
The Spearfish dashed in and out of the waves, charging and chasing the shoal of smaller fish, this way and that as they sparkled in the filtered sunlight. Well, that's what I saw in the seaweed and sand in Fascadale beach. If you see another scenario, let me know!
A first for me. A female Scarce Chaser (immature). Libellila fulva. Pity I couldnt get a shot from above before it dashed away.
About 10 minutes after I took the previous shot, I flew back down the Roosevelt Island Bridge, found parking, and dashed up to the Lincoln Memorial where I spent another half hour or so shooting. I wasn't planning on shooting from inside the memorial as I thought there just wasn't enough light to shoot without the tripod (I was told by a very polite park officer that tripods were not allowed inside) but I ventured in anyway and was preparing to shoot Lincoln (that doesn't sound quite right) staring down at me when I noticed another photographer shooting back towards the entrance. I turned around and immediately knew that I wanted a shot looking back towards the Washington Memorial. This was obviously handheld, so I had to crank up the ISO. (F16, ISO 1000, 5 frame bracket +2/-2 with the Nikkor 14-24, 2.8.)
I took more than a few shots from the mall area before the nice morning light disappeared.
I wish you all the best, dear Elisabetta, on your Birthday!
I dedicate this photo to you because I know that you really like the headlights ... even if you can see this one from far away !
Cheers and a big hug!
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cape_Miseno
it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capo_Miseno
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Cape Miseno is the headland that marks the northwestern limit of the Gulf of Naples as well as the Bay of Pozzuoli in southern Italy. The cape is directly across from the island of Procida and is named for Misenus, a character in Virgil's Aeneid.
Mythologically, important sections of the Aeneid play out in the Gulf of Naples: Cape Miseno is the place where Aeneas' comrade, Misenus, master of the sea-horn, the conch-shell, made "the waves ring" with his music and challenged the sea-god Triton to musical battle. He was dashed into the sea and killed by "jealous Triton". Then:
“Pius Aeneas ingenti mole sepulcrum
imponit suaque arma uiro remumque tubamque
monte sub aerio, qui nunc Misenus ab illo
dicitur aeternumque tenet per saecula nomen“
"Pious Aeneas sets up a mighty tomb above Misenus
bearing his arms, a trumpet, and an oar;
it stands beneath a lofty promontory,
now known as Cape Misenus after him:
it keeps a name that lasts through all the ages"
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Capo Miseno è il promontorio che segna il limite nord-occidentale del Golfo di Napoli e la baia di Pozzuoli nell'Italia meridionale. Il promontorio si trova direttamente di fronte all'isola di Procida e prende il nome da Miseno, un personaggio dell'Eneide di Virgilio.
Dal punto di vista mitologico, importanti sezioni dell'Eneide si svolgono nel Golfo di Napoli: Capo Miseno è il luogo dove il compagno di Enea, Miseno, maestro del corno marino, la conchiglia, fece "suonare le onde" con la sua musica e sfidò il dio del mare Tritone alla battaglia musicale. Fu gettato in mare e ucciso dal "geloso Tritone". Quindi:
“Pius Aeneas ingenti mole sepulcrum
imponit suaque arma uiro remumque tubamque
monte sub aerio, qui nunc Misenus ab illo
dicitur aeternumque tenet per saecula nomen“
“Il pio Enea sovrappone un sepolcro di mole imponente
all’eroe, con i suoi arnesi, il remo e la tromba,
sotto un areo monte che ora è chiamato Miseno,
dal suo nome, e in perpetuo ne serba il suo nome nei secoli"
This bunny was orphaned when she was two months old. She continued eating at the place I leave food for wild rabbits but was terrified of me. When I stood by the window she ran into the woods.
One afternoon, I was stomping dirt off my boots and startled the bunny hiding behind a bush. She bolted away but to my surprise, was waiting for me as I approached the front porch. I stood a couple of feet away, looked in her eyes and talked gently for 15 minutes. The sweet little girl began following me around the property and I sometimes sat and watched over her while she ate.
A few months later, all the birds, squirrels and bunnies I care for disappeared. I thought it was hawks until one day I observed a neighbor’s dog eating a dove near the bird feeder. I’d previously chased it away when observed hunting my animals. I dashed out the door but the dog disappeared into the forest, bird in mouth.
This was the last straw and I informed my neighbor it wouldn’t be in his dog’s best interest to every show up on my land again.
Within 48 hours the baby bunny returned and ran up to me as I approached. I placed some food on the ground but after a few bites she hopped away…..and perched her front paws on a flat stone where I leave sunflower seeds for the squirrels. I realized what she wanted and told her “wait....I’m coming back.” By this time, she’d learned a few words.
I sprinkled sunflower seeds on the ground 12 inches in front of where I knelt. She returned to me and began eating. It was an amazing experience to photograph a wild animal from this proximity.
Yesterday I watched the forecast closely and dashed out in the truck when it seemed likely to be a storm. Hailstones, rained on twice and a wind so fierce my beany blew off. I had to hold the tripod down despite using the more robust/ heavier Canon camera today. A bit dark and little editing- this is the result. (f/9, 24 mm, 1/5th sec at ISO 100, manual exposure).
Suddenly something caught the pups attention and they sat upright. I pulled away from my viewfinder to see what it was. Right at the edge of the Willow thicket was another pup... hanging from it's mouth was a slightly mangled King snake! It was coming straight for the other pups and it saw past them and spotted me. Before I could get my eye back to my viewfinder and compose a shot, it dashed back into the brush. Talk about a missed opportunity!
Coulson Chinook Helitak 341
Part of Fire Rescue Victoria's aerial response fleet.
It was called to assist with a grass fire about 15 Km west of here this afternoon. I had heard it as it passed going out, garabbed the camera, changed lens and dashed out side whilst hurriedly adjusting settings. I managed two very ordinary images. Thankfully I was ready for its return trip. Just as I was about to upload to Flickr.
Having missed out on getting to the coast on Tuesday for that fantastic sunrise I was determined to get down if it looked promising on Wednesdays dog walk. The hard thing about Tuesday is that I watched it all unfold, taking random phone snaps on my rounds. I posted these as a story on Insta, but was not good placed to get anywhere, I was up too late and still feeling the after effects of Mondays events. Getting to coast I thought I’d go to dogger rock, a place infamous as a kid for crabbing. I bet you all thought I was going to say dogging, hey I was kid, and I’m sure that word association didn’t exist then. A dogger crab is the name we gave to big crabs, don’t ask me why. Scrambling on the rocks to get there was met with disappointment as I could see no descent compositions, childhood memories dashed again. I was after simple and it was far to messy here, so I rushed back to Whitburn beach and found simple.
I stood around in thick, unrelenting mist for a while and then it all kicked off. I abandoned my tripod along with any pretence of knowing what I was doing and dashed around hand-held whilst the conditions lasted.
When I stopped my car to catch this amazing sunset, a flock of sheep (and one goat) saw me and dashed across the field towards me.
I'm guessing they thought I was their owner, bringing some extra winter feed. They were sadly mistaken, but accommodated me by providing some much needed foreground interest.
I felt a little sorry for them as I drove off. They had gotten quite excited at the prospect of a tasty treat. They had watched me expectantly as I took my picture and then, disappointedly, as I simply got back in my car and left.
It's important that we put our hope in the right things and in the right people to avoid being let down in the end:
Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ; who gave himself for us, that he might redeem us from all iniquity.
(Titus 2:13-14)
My original plan of Bamburgh dashed last minute due to a drop out, so headed local to Newbiggin instead of wasting the early alarm
I'm not much of a sunset shooter. I am normally engaged with other activities at sunset and sunrise (sleep at sunrise). On this evening I was shooting at Tomorrowland Terrace and the band Instant Replay. I kept looking over my shoulder and I could see this sunset developing. When the band finished the set I dashed up the ramp to the Innovations Building to capture the sunset. In regret leaving the tripod in the car.
Now I have a better version of this but my internet provider is having problems and I can't upload right now.
That dot in the upper left corner is an airplane. Probably a flight to SNA.
I know what sort of Highland cow picture I had in my mind before I headed north. And I didn't get it. Although the black beast at Kilchurn castle came close. Ideally I wanted a large group of the ginger beasts cooling off in the shallow shore waters of Loch Etive. But....... But the weather didn't help. Overcast greyness most days. And whilst I knew where therewere plenty Highland cattle so often when I passed the location there wasn't one to be seen. I came close when one day I spotted about six cows with their teddy bear like calves close to where I could pull into a layby near the loch. I tried my stealthy approach and was surprised when they each took turns to charge past me and run towards the main herd in the field a few hundred yards away. And when one dashed by, with its calf galloping ahead of its mother it ran across a stream that flowed into the loch. And suddenly there was a huge splash as it disappeared into the water having misjudged the depth. It completely disappeared, submerged near me, and then re-emerged snorting and coughing as it tried to regain its breath, climbing back onto dry land.
So I was more cautious on a repeat visit when I noticed this cow near the waters edge. I have no idea if she remembered me, or if one of the other cows had told her what I did, but she looked at me as if she would suddenly come at me and steam roller me into the pebble beach. But she's got that sort of look about her hasn't she? I like a female that makes me feel slightly nervous.
Next time I saw the same look I had roughly fifty pairs of pointy horns looking down at me as the herd grazed on a hill top. Yes each mum had a young calf and they wouldn't tolerate an invader of their space. I kept my distance. One I can handle. But fifty racing down at me across a broad front....nope, not when there is no where to hide
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A spectacular end to yesterday as the last day of Summer drew to a close with this red rainbow at Thornton Force. After a day of torrential and thundery showers I thought it would be worth checking out the water levels, so headed to the nearby River Twiss in Kingsdale.
As the evening was still pretty damp and overcast, I didn't expect any decent light so hiked to Pecca Falls which is a fine series of cascades located in an impressive ravine. I spent quite some time photographing these waterfalls, getting soaked in the process from a combination of both water spray and rainfall.
I packed up my camera equipment, thinking I'd dry it off when I got back to my lodge. However, as I looked up I suddenly noticed a hint of red in the sky. As I was in a steep wooded ravine I couldn't see the conditions above, so quickly dashed uphill to have a better look.
As I climbed higher and higher, the sky started to burn with a blaze of red. I nearly had a heart attack running up the steep path to Thornton Force, where this red rainbow suddenly appeared in front of me. This is the first time I've ever photographed a red rainbow, which occurs when the sun is on the horizon meaning shorter wavelengths of blue, green and yellow light, leaving a primarily red appearance.
As I unpacked my camera, everything had completely steamed up in my bag. It was a complete rush drying everything off quickly in time to capture the rainbow before it disappeared, but luckily I managed a few quick images before the light went.
The mighty Thornton Force, which is an impressive 50ft tall, was completely dwarfed by the huge rainbow which framed the cascading River Twiss perfectly. However, luckily due to the heavy amount of rainfall the waterfall still looked impressive beneath it.
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HAIR - TRUTH / MEADOW / WITH HAT
NECKLACE - [POM] LILO NECKLACE
NAILS - DASHED- BARBIE COLLECTION 5- ALMOND NAILS [REBORN]
OUTFIT - LOOK AT ME. JESSIE : OUTFIT - GRANDPACK
CAR - [CHRIS TWO DESIGNS] DIVA MOBILE - FATPACK
POSE - B(U)Y ME: RYTHEM . POSESET. SF @COSMOPOLITAN
House - ZAKER : Nicki Doll House @LEVEL
Lagom - Floatie Mega Pack [ Avocado ]
Lagom - Floatie Mega Pack [ Pizza ]
Lagom - Floatie Mega Pack [ Citrus/Cookie ]
Lagom - Floatie Mega Pack [ Flower ]
Lagom - Floatie Mega Pack [ Banana ]
Lagom - Floatie Mega Pack [ Ruffle Float ]
Lagom - Floatie Mega Pack [ Board ]
Not knowing this was on the tanks when I dashed out for the 56, this was something of a bonus.. DCR 60029 on hire to DB Cargo brings 6M57 0712 Lindsey-Kingsbury oil tanks over the Trent at Sawley arches, 07/10/21, a bit odd really when DCR have 60015 on hire to them! Pole.
HLCX 8148 and CP 6251 lead 471 through the classic curve at Donehower West. We were gearing up for a nice chase up Stockton Hill. But those hopes were dashed after a grade crossing car accident was reported further up the hill. So instead, we chased H19 which had a "mediocre" consist of CP 4421, SOO 4438, CP 6256, and two GEs. We doubled back to investigate the car accident only to find no traces or signs of trouble.
Times were changing on the CP. Four years earlier, leasers were a common sight along the River Sub. However, by 2015 they were long gone. Ironically, this one was a long time CSX resident, never serving for CP directly.
Standard cabs leading CP road trains were becoming less frequent. In the not too distant future, CSX would dump the remaining leasers off their roster, with the 8148 going to RailUSA working on the Grenada Railway. And from there, you all know the rest of the Class 1 story...blah blah blah PSR blah blah blah PTC blah blah blah ETTS.