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I've been processing material out of my old hard drive lately. One of these days I will catch back up with 2016, but there is still so much to finish from the past....
I love this place... probably as magical a stretch of coastline as I've have ever witnessed
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Asia - Mongolia - Монгол улс - Gobi Gurvansaikhan National Park - Говь гурван сайхан байгалийн цогцолбор газар - Gobi three beauties nature complex - Gobi Desert - Endless Sea of Khongor Sand Dunes - Singing Dunes - Largest & most spectacular sand dunes in Mongolia - Up to 800 m high, 20 km wide & about 100 km long - Адуу - Mongolian Horses at Sunset time
Camera Model: Canon EOS 5D Mark II; Lens: EF70-200mm f/4L IS USM; Focal length: 180.00 mm; Aperture: 9.0; Exposure time: 1/160 s; ISO: 160
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Yes its that waterfall again! Superb light conditions - sometimes you just get lucky
A solitary bench rests against the ancient walls of a stone building, a silent witness to the passage of time. The damp cobblestones, discreet stained-glass window, and the raw texture of the walls create a timeless scene, almost medieval. Shadow and light gently intertwine, revealing the depth and scars of the stone, inviting a quiet pause away from the noise of the world.
Un banc solitaire repose contre les murs anciens d’une bâtisse en pierre, témoin silencieux du passage du temps. Les pavés humides, les vitraux discrets et la texture brute des murs composent une scène intemporelle, presque médiévale. L’ombre et la lumière s’entrelacent doucement, soulignant les reliefs et les cicatrices de la pierre, et invitant à une pause contemplative hors du tumulte du monde.
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Petra (from πέτρα "petra", rock in Greek; Arabic: البتراء, Al-Butrā) is an archaeological site in southwestern Jordan, lying on the slope of Mount Hor in a basin among the mountains which form the eastern flank of Arabah (Wadi Araba), the large valley running from the Dead Sea to the Gulf of Aqaba. It is renowned for its rock-cut architecture.
The site remained unknown to the Western world until 1812, when it was discovered by Swiss explorer Johann Ludwig Burckhardt. It was famously described as "a rose-red city half as old as time" in a Newdigate prize-winning sonnet by John William Burgon. UNESCO has described it as "one of the most precious cultural properties of man's cultural heritage." In 1985, Petra was designated a World Heritage Site. It is one of the "New Seven Wonders of the World" as determined by the New Open World Corporation (not affiliated with UNESCO).
As it was not my first visit to this place I wanted to capture bit more unusual scene that would remind us of 'Indiana Jones and the last crusade'... or simply ancient times, however Petra is very touristic place and I had to wait for long time to capture such a timeless scene.
Camera Model: Canon EOS 400D DIGITAL; Lens: 18.00 - 200.00 mm; Focal length: 21.00 mm; Aperture: 5.0; Exposure time: 1/60 s; ISO: 200
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Soft, dreamy daffodils emerge from the darkness, their pale petals glowing like quiet lanterns against a deep, shadowed background. Hints of golden yellow blur gently into the surrounding black, creating a painterly, ethereal mood. The shallow focus and muted light give the flowers a sense of stillness and calm—delicate, intimate, and slightly surreal, as if caught in a moment between night and memory.
A tall ship glides across shimmering waters, silhouetted in black against a pale sky. Subtle red and amber lens flares arc through the frame, adding a surreal glow. The monochrome treatment with color bursts lends a timeless, cinematic quality.
Lightning bolt over the dark stormy skies of Kansas with a passing truck turning right. Kansas, USA.
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Have you noticed how many parks have some sort of view area named Inspiration Point? Yellowstone National Park has one, Grand Teton National Park has one, and Bryce Canyon National Park, pictured here, has one.
This image was captured during my summer road trip move to Washington state. During the summer, the monsoon rains move into the West and Southwest. At Bryce Canyon, the clouds would start to rumble through between 10 a.m. and noon-ish and then remain for the rest of the day.
I hope this image gives you some inspiration to go out with your camera and capture the scene. I'm certainly hoping for inspiration for my upcoming Big Trip to three national parks I've never visited before. I'm ready and so are my cameras!
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You stand on the hill and watch the sun hesitate, as if it knows you’re looking. The sky softens, the shadows grow taller, and for a few minutes the whole world feels like it’s holding its breath with you. The light doesn’t just fall on the land—it reaches for you, wrapping you in its last warmth before night takes over.
Standing on the rim of the Grand Canyon during a late October evening, I witnessed an extraordinary moment as the season's first snow met the canyon's fiery sunset glow. This rare combination of autumn's first winter kiss and the warm desert light created a scene I'll never forget.
I positioned myself to capture this incredible juxtaposition between the fresh snow dusting the foreground rocks and the warm, golden light painting the distant mesas and buttes. The setting sun cast this magnificent orange and copper glow across the layered rock formations, making them appear almost molten against the cooler blue tones of the sky and shadows.
What struck me most was how this early snowfall transformed the familiar canyon landscape into something magical and unexpected. The pristine white patches on the rim rocks provided a stunning contrast to the warm desert tones below, creating a scene that perfectly captured the transition between seasons.
My intention was to freeze this fleeting moment when autumn's first snow meets the timeless, fiery beauty of the canyon - a reminder of nature's ability to surprise us even in the most familiar places.
the world outside the single spotlight ceased to exist. there was only the metal of the microphone, the worn leather of the bracelets, the cool glass of the sunglasses. his head was tilted back, his mouth slightly open, caught in the space between two notes. he was not a man in a room, but a conduit, a vessel for a sound that came from somewhere else. the music was a physical thing, and for that moment, he was its simple, willing instrument.
in the silent tension between flesh and steel, she becomes part of the structure — not resting, not posing, but momentarily belonging. like a thought stretched across the vanishing point.
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Rannoch Moor as a place of wonder, one of the last really wild places in Scotland. Imagine a triangular area, stood on its apex, about 10 miles across its base and about 10 miles from top to bottom. Imagine that this 50 square mile inverted triangle is a roughly level plateau that sits at an altitude of a little over 1000ft. Imagine that its surface is dotted with innumerable lochs, lochans, peat bogs, and streams; that it is surrounded by mountains that rise to over 3000ft to the south-east and the west and to over 2000ft in the north. And, finally, imagine that this area is crossed by a railway line, running a little inside the south-east side of the triangle, and a single road, running a little inside the south-west side of the triangle. Congratulations: you've just invented Rannoch Moor.
Most people first see Rannoch Moor when driving north from Bridge of Orchy. Near Achallader the main road and the railway line diverge and the road makes a sweeping climb up to the Rannoch Moor plateau. What you find there can be a glory of heather and lochan surrounded by distant mountains. Or it can be a grey cloud-shrouded landscape through which you catch occasional glimpses of an other-worldly landscape. If Achallader marks the southern apex of Rannoch Moor's triangle, then the other two are equally distinctive. In the north-east lies Rannoch Station and the end of the public road in from Pitlochry, 40 miles to the east.
Camera Model: Canon EOS 5D Mark II, Lens: EF17-40mm f/4L USM, Photo Focal length: 22.00 mm, Aperture: 20, Exposure time: 15.0 s, ISO: 100
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late afternoon in palma’s old arcade. a man walks through columns of shadow and light, the kind of geometric drama that only happens when architecture and sun align at exactly the right moment.
Open,
but not fragile.
A quiet warmth
that does not ask,
only receives.
Part of the series Reflections Without Mirrors
I got kind of addicted to stitched panorama's last year, and thought I should maybe give them a miss for a while. But when you're faced with Englands Highest mountain, and light this good, what is a guy to do?
Scafell and Scafell Pike shrouded in cloud
a single stride casts a longer echo—childlike, unguarded, and full of motion. caught in the stark midday light, this silhouette becomes more than a shadow. it becomes a trace of joy, of growth, of everything that passes but never really leaves.
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Slightly different viewpoint as the other one, but created as a vertical pano to provide more foregorund and sky (2 x shots on 10-22mm at 10mm stitched)
The Pisa Cathedral and Leaning Tower of Pisa stand out against a dramatic dawn sky.
The Square of Miracles is a wide walled area located in Pisa, Tuscany, Italy, recognized as an important center of European medieval art and one of the finest architectural complexes in the world.
Nothing is asked.
Nothing is offered.
Only awareness.
A still presence
that sees without reaching.
Part of the series Reflections Without Mirrors
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The River Tees upstream from Demesnes Mill, Barnard Castle in late spring sunshine with a heavy shower approaching.
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Rannoch Moor as a place of wonder, one of the last really wild places in Scotland. Imagine a triangular area, stood on its apex, about 10 miles across its base and about 10 miles from top to bottom. Imagine that this 50 square mile inverted triangle is a roughly level plateau that sits at an altitude of a little over 1000ft. Imagine that its surface is dotted with innumerable lochs, lochans, peat bogs, and streams; that it is surrounded by mountains that rise to over 3000ft to the south-east and the west and to over 2000ft in the north. And, finally, imagine that this area is crossed by a railway line, running a little inside the south-east side of the triangle, and a single road, running a little inside the south-west side of the triangle. Congratulations: you've just invented Rannoch Moor.
Most people first see Rannoch Moor when driving north from Bridge of Orchy. Near Achallader the main road and the railway line diverge and the road makes a sweeping climb up to the Rannoch Moor plateau. What you find there can be a glory of heather and lochan surrounded by distant mountains. Or it can be a grey cloud-shrouded landscape through which you catch occasional glimpses of an other-worldly landscape. If Achallader marks the southern apex of Rannoch Moor's triangle, then the other two are equally distinctive. In the north-east lies Rannoch Station and the end of the public road in from Pitlochry, 40 miles to the east.
Camera Model: PENTAX K20D; ; Focal length: 15.00 mm; Aperture: 22; Exposure time: 15.0 s; ISO: 100
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The City of Petra was hidden in the mountains of Jordan for thousands of years when a young Swiss explorer Johan Ludwig Burckhardt rediscovered it in 1812. Temples, tombs, and other buildings are all carved out of the sandstone cliffs, which also gives it the name the "rose red city"
You reach the ancient city of Petra it by going through a narrow corridor in a mountain of rock. This corridor is about a mile long and just wide enough to fit a small truck - although most people go through on horseback or on foot. When you emerge, you enter a little hidden valley, which is mountain-locked. Petra was a perfect location for Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, in part because of its rich sense of history. It was famous around the time of Christ for being the only way through those mountains, and traders bringing back silk from China to Europe often traveled through there. Back then, the people of Petra charged a fee-and of course became quite rich. The valley is a mile long, and more than thirty temples line the canyon sides. The temple that was used was right opposite the narrow opening. Many of these temples or tombs go back to about 600 B.C., but the particular one they used was built around the time of Christ. Nobody knows for sure what it was used for. Behind the temple face are a few small, square rooms, which are completely empty. Whatever they held was stolen long ago. It's quite an incredible place - like a tenth wonder of the world."
The Siq twists and turns, the high walls all but shutting out the early morning sunlight, until abruptly, through a cleft in the rock , the first glimpse of the city of Petra can be seen. The Shiq is a great cleft in the earth, formed in the hazy depths of the geological past by the same earthquake activity that has plagued the area ever since. Its narrow, winding route through the lofty cliffs which protect the site on the east remains one of the great experiences for the visitor today, and is probably responsible for the belief that it was here that Moses struck the rock to secure water for his wandering people after the flight from Egypt - the first of the Moses-linked stories now associated with the whole Petra Basin.
Camera Model: Canon EOS 400D DIGITAL; Lens: 18.00 - 200.00 mm; Focal length: 40.00 mm; Aperture: 5.6; Exposure time: 1/60 s; ISO: 400
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28.1.2017.
GC favourite, LMS Fowler '3F' Jinty 0-6-0 No 47406, rumbles through Swithland with a passenger service for Rothley.
If only we could 'bottle' this light!
I was mid-nap in a coffin lined with disco ball fragments when someone hit me with a spotlight like I owed them rent. Now I’m squinting through zebra-stripes of illumination, shielding my eyes like I just saw my own tax return.
You! Yeah, you with the flashlight of judgment - I see you. I’m reaching out, not for help, but to offer you a haunted timeshare and maybe a coupon for cursed lasagna.
I’m not here to be subtle. I’m here to be loud, striped, and slightly confusing.
If you shine a light on me, expect interpretive gestures, unsolicited advice, and possibly a tap dance performed entirely in reverse.
Side effects may include:
- Sudden urge to redecorate with cobwebs
- Inexplicable craving for beet salad
- Temporary possession by the spirit of a lounge singer named Carl
--Beetlejuice 💚 (Now 40% more photogenic under duress)
Beneath the weight of silent years, the old stone house stands, weathered yet unyielding. The whispers of the wind slip through its cracks, carrying memories of a time now lost. Shadows stretch across the damp earth, merging with the ghosts of those who once called this place home.
The sky looms heavy, a canvas of fleeting light and encroaching darkness. Somewhere in the hush of the wilderness, nature reclaims what man has left behind.
Sous le poids des années silencieuses, la vieille maison de pierre demeure, usée par le temps mais toujours debout. Le vent s’infiltre à travers ses fissures, portant les murmures d’un passé désormais évanoui. Les ombres s’étirent sur la terre humide, se mêlant aux fantômes de ceux qui ont autrefois habité ces lieux.
Le ciel s’alourdit, toile de lumière fugace et d’obscurité grandissante. Quelque part, dans le silence de la nature, le monde sauvage reprend ce que l’homme a abandonné.