Atmospherica
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The shipwreck of Demetrios near Gythion.
Early morning but the Sun was well hidden behind a cloud of sand blown in from the Sahara. But I think that in this case it adds to the eery atmosphere.
View Large to spot the hidden wildlife.
Dark and misty, veiled in a post-apocalyptic fog, lies Lockwood where collapsing buildings and the rusted hulks of automobiles gradually decay into the weed strewn landscape. Be sure to grab a flashlight before setting out to explore this mysterious and eery timecapsule from a earlier era.
Well yesterday was a damp misty day for our Saturday walk in the Kilbrannish area. It was a break in the fine weather that we had for most of June. While the rain was needed I hope it will be very temporary. I love the skeletal trees looming in the mist. Adds an eeriness to the image.
Towering above the clouds that top a rain swept skyline, accessible by a long, long climb up an open, spiral, iron stairway, a lone structure stands perched atop a narrow butte at One Caress.
Framed by the eery glow of a waning moon, the curious abode beckons inquisitive passersby to embark on the long grunt to the front door despite the wet and treacherous nature of the climb.
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Golitha’s mysteries lurk unseen,
Beneath a canopy of green.
Huge granite boulders clothed in moss,
So slippery, too smooth to cross.
The tumbling waters falling down
To pools with eddies swirling round.
Who built those walls with stones so vast?
No single man in days gone past
Could move such weight or build so true,
And yet those walls cannot be new.
Were they once a hermit’s cell?
Their secrets they can never tell
And yet there is an eery feeling
Beneath this damp and dripping ceiling,
Branches rotting, breaking, falling,
Could this be a mystic wood?
Is this a place where Merlin stood.
Written on the occasion of our 25th anniversary a long time ago!
We are the captains of our own ships sailing the sea of life, but in times of a stormy weather, you will discover true friends when they don't hesitate to be a lighthouse. ~Dodinsky~
This is a very cropped scene from another photo that I took yesterday on the creek (no tripod). See photo below. 👇
Tell me what you see here. I see one white dog on the left, another one on the right and on the top an owl flying. There are many faces there, too!
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This old gum tree always added a sense of eeriness to this section of the Murray river, but was a real favourite perch for many birds all through the day, even starting before the sun came up. If you look carefully, there is one lone duck already watching for the sunrise.
Happy Nice Wonderful Clouds Tuesday!
When I first started out as a photographer, I was so nervous to take photographs of people. I didn’t want to ruin anyone’s day. With my love of music from a very young age (I’d spin with the vinyl records in my parents’ collection day after day), concert photography became the best fit to capture the range of human emotions possible without even needing to ask for further permission. What a lucky idea..I am sure there are many others out there like me with the same intuition….when we photograph semblances of others, maybe we make sense of the world and actually ourselves. We also become fully aware of the realm of human experiences.
The truth is…it is sometimes too easy for a concert photographer to capture the action shots. Sure, it takes understanding the inner workings of your camera and the way your settings need to adapt to the lighting and speed. But, there’s a patience it takes to capture the essence of what it means to be human that is lost if all you are capturing is the active momentum on stage.
Ella Manning of Squirrel Flower is a complex human with a sense of humor and wisdom both. She contemplates existence of little beings (like ticks in the forest) and thinks deeply about what others cast aside as inevitably forgotten. This is what makes her exceptional and what makes the performance better. There will be many obviously engaging moments when you go to a show. There may be hair shots, jump shots, and even singers kicking high in the air. I’ve experienced all those moments and enjoyed them. But, what I tend to enjoy even more and what it takes more patience for is these philosophical moments of deep thoughts that happen in certain moments of songs and in-between songs. There are an incredible amount of songs being written and performed by bands all over the world…but what makes them each unique is the very same essence which makes us individuals as humans.
We are each subtly complex…..and our faces have over 40 muscles to help us look optimistic when the sun shines down on us. Let’s capture eery nuance. Let’s make it a mission to understand our souls truly.
Full review with more photos: bigtakeover.com/concerts/SquirrelFlowerSchubasTavernChica...
Listen to Squirrel Flower on Bandcamp: squirrelflower.bandcamp.com/album/planet-i
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I popped up to North Yorkshire for a little road trip and explore for a few days.
Sadly the heavy heavy fog impaired most of my opportunities in the moors and dales but on my way to Hull, I popped to Humber and enjoyed shooting from the beachside.
Adverse weather isn't always a pain :)
I took this shot of the Sutro Bath House Ruins in San Francisco thru the window while dining in the cliff house. My grandson and I were memorized by the eeriness of the place . We did not go down there to explore to many crowds. I looked for articles on the history and also wondered what might lurk under the water.
Across the way, what remains of the Sutro Baths has also had its fair share of ghostly goings-on. The host of Amy's Crypt, an online paranormal show, picked up a voice recording of someone telling her to “move it” when she searched the area one night. Most investigators are fixated on the tunnel at the Baths, once used to pump sea water into the indoor pools. Not only have inverted pentagrams been found painted in there -- suggesting Satanic activity (there have even been rumors about human sacrifice) -- legend has it that the spirits of a drowned woman and an older man frequent the spot. Stories say that if you leave a lit candle in the tunnel, the spirit of the woman is summoned, and she throws the candle into the ocean.
By far one of funnest experience I had was shooting up on Steptoe Butte for sunrise (the only sunrise we actually had in 4 days - the others were gray filled duds). With winds gusting up to 50 miles an hour and knowing that you have a limited window of perfect light, its gets your adrenaline going for sure. Then there are those guardrail poles that run through the circle drive up that have these 1" holes drilled through them which create this flute like sound making the wind literally howl while your trying to shoot, distracting and eery but pretty cool at the same time.
Anyway, here's one of the pictures taken that morning. Figure I'd do a change of pace from the storm chasing photos. I'll try to get a photo up a day, but I'm sure you all would get tired of Palouse eventually ;) Have a great week everyone!
Last Saturday, two of my photography buddies joined me for a drive through the night marathon that would take us to Glacier Point, up over the Tioga Pass to Tenaya Lake, over to Mono Lake for the sunrise, and then down 395 back to Orange County. Ryan Pastorino joined me at Gregg Cooper's house and we set off with a cooler full of drinks and sandwiches on our Yosemite banzai photography adventure.
Our spirits were high as we had partly cloudy skies in the forecast, and the webcams in the park showed perfect conditions for a nice sunset followed by a night of shooting the Milky Way at Glacier and then down in the valley below. What could possibly go wrong?
But as we drove into Oakhurst, we noticed a small cloud of smoke above the peaks in the distance…and it wasn't getting smaller. As we drove closer, a monstrous cloud of smoke loomed over the entrance to the valley, giving the forest around us an eery orange glow. We stopped to grab a few shots of the inferno which, as we came to find out, had erupted just above El Portal, possibly from a backyard barbecue. As we arrived up at Glacier, we found not one, but TWO fires were now burning above Yosemite Valley, and much of the valley was now covered in hazy smoke. So the Milky Way was now out of the question from Glacier Point.
Plan B was to drive over the Tioga Pass earlier than we had planned to see if the sky was any better above Tenaya Lake. The only problem was that the Forest Service had now closed highway 120 coming up from Yosemite Valley, which meant that if we wanted to get across to Mono Lake, we would have to drive all they way back through Mariposa, down 49 to Coulterville, and then take 120 again all the way back up and over. The delay would cost us another 3 hours of shooting. We all looked at each other….and then decided to go for it.
Three hours later, we were driving through thick smoke on highway 120, wondering if we would ever get far enough from the fires to get a clear shot of the Milky Way. We arrived at Tenaya Lake at 2:30 AM and stared up at the sky and found that the smoke was now behind us. I froze my butt off as the temperature had dropped to 46 degrees and I was wearing shorts, but for 40 minutes, all you could hear was the should of three shutters clicking and an owl echoing across the lake.
The shot that you see above is from a single frame taken with the Nikkor 14-24 2.8, ISO 3200, at 30 seconds. The glow on the clouds in the distance is from the fires that were burning in the distance. By the time we headed home in the morning, we heard that the El Portal Fire had grown to 2000 acres. Im hoping that with the expected rain showers over the next couple of days that they will be able to knock the fires down and keep them from spreading. Yosemite is easily one of my favorite spots in the world, and it kills me to see any part of it burning. When we left, both fires were headed away from the valley, so we had that to be thankful for.
We finally made it to Mono Lake at 4 AM, but you'll have to wait to hear the rest of our adventure in my next post.
This is my best shot from my explorations of the Oregon slot canyon aptly named "Crack in the Ground". I went there a few weeks ago on a very hot summer day. Inside the "crack" it felt like a nicely air-conditioned grocery store. Lots of strange rock formations to stare at in this remote little Oregon high desert wonder.
in my garden - eery day they get a little taller, and a little nearer to unfurling...
For my 365 project #13
At last, some Winter imagery. It took a long time for my part of the world to get a significant snowfall, one at least useful for creating images. So before it goes away and we're all on to Spring, I thought I'd better get some up. A slight detour from the abstraction.
A very cold Winter evening looking off my big city balcony. The light seemed just right. A few seconds later it was too dark and that eery, haunting Winter twilight was gone.
At first, panoramic distortion, or, "pano-sabotage" seems perhaps to be DE-structive or implying some kind of trauma to reality. Anything that shakes up our everyday view of the world, if not fully understood, becomes largely associated with the disruption of what keeps us "safe". Like abstraction, "pano-sabotage", offers up a different view of what we call reality. A different view, perhaps a multiplicity of views ... simultaneously. With the coming of the Quantum Age, multi-simultanaeity of possibilities will become how we create and navigate that world.
The title harkens back to two pre-Winter images I posted back in the late Fall, "November Town" ( #'s 1 & 2 ).
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Another impression from our foggy November walk last weekend. Taken from a relic of the past, the granite extracted from the quarries in the area was used for prominent buildings and constructs like the Tower Bridge or Trafalgar Square in London.
For those interested, here is the link to a video I made of the entire walk: youtu.be/4igRPi1W_b4
Laundry swaying in a fragrant spring breeze ....
Maybe too simple an image to post ....but something about the simplicity of the moment gave me a shiver of deja vu ....
thanks for the visit ....have a nice day
Déjà vu, ( literally "already seen") is the experience of feeling sure that one has already witnessed or experienced a current situation, even though the exact circumstances of the prior encounter are uncertain and were perhaps imagined. The term was coined by a French psychic researcher, Émile Boirac (1851–1917) in his book L'Avenir des sciences psychiques ("The Future of Psychic Sciences"), which expanded upon an essay he wrote while an undergraduate. The experience of déjà vu is usually accompanied by a compelling sense of familiarity, and also a sense of "eeriness", "strangeness", "weirdness", or what Sigmund Freud calls "the uncanny". The "previous" experience is most frequently attributed to a dream, although in some cases there is a firm sense that the experience has genuinely happened in the past. ....from Wikipeida
These photos without a focuspoint are tricky. There's really nothing there, but somehow I like it. I guess it's the mood, bending mind to void by trees disappearing in the mist. And the memory of visiting that eery place. It's not gonna make it to National Geographic, but I won't delete it.
Canyon Diablo is located on BNSF's Seligman subdivision somewhere outside of the ghost town of two guns, and the site of a ghost town itself. Devil's Canyon is an apt name for this impressive gorge which actually halted the construction of the Atlantic and Pacific railroad in 1861. In this scene, an eastbound auto rack train is highballing across the desert flatlands east of Flagstaff over the Canyon Diablo bridge as the impressive San Francisco peaks shine in the desert sun. It was eery being out here, 3 miles down a dirt and rock road, with high clearance and an SUV definitely required. The view, of course, is stunning, and one of very few places you can photograph the entirety of a modern class-1 freight train, showing the breadth and stunning beauty of the desert. Like many photographers, I've shot trains in some pretty desolate places, but even out here with a buddy, the immense feeling of "alone" was freeing but weird. After a few trains, I was pretty happy to get out of here, and heading back towards Flagstaff.
Here's an image that I have freshly edited today after looking through the thousands of images that i shot during my 26 day World Tour of the UK last July and August.
A fellow photographer and friend of mine Huw Alban joined me on location for a couple of hours before dashing off to head to work. We both witnessed a gorgeous morning with the most wonderful of skies adding interest, texture and some lovely shapes to the image.
If you have yet to visit Dungeness, do so. It's quite a strange little place. There's a large pebbled beach with residential houses littered around the circular road that takes you in and around the two nuclear power stations that exist on site (only one of them is still operational).
There is also a beautiful small tourist railway called Romney, Hythe and Dymchurch Railway present. It is a 90-year-old narrow (15in) gauge steam and diesel railway that stretches 14 miles from Hythe to Dungeness on the Channel coast.
But Dungeness for me is an eerie, seemingly desolated place. I sat in my minibus/makeshift campervan for almost eight hours while it rained heavily. I would look at an empty space that is punctuated with wooden sheds that house diesel generators that power the winches that allow the fishermen to drag the boats onto the pebbled beach.
For all its eeriness, it is a fantastic place for the landscape/seascape photographer. There is a wealth of compositions available. Go and visit it for yourself and let me know what you think.
I hope you like the image. Thanks for looking and as usual, feel FREE TO SHARE if you wish :D
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The ice is just starting to recede on the lake and an eery fog formed last night as the temperature dropped from a high during the day of 20C to a frosty -2C in just a few hours.
Although it appears in this photo that there is a lot of open water on the lake it is actually only open about 2 meters from the shoreline. The super wide-angle lens point of view and shooting just inches above the water makes it appear to be much more open than in reality.
I have included a few other photos of this part of the lake in other seasons and at other times in the first comment box for comparison.
Keefer Lake, Ontario, Canada
“Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”
- Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House
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This is what a yew tree eventually looks like if it is let to grow the way it wants to. Kingley Vale forest and Nature Reserve in the South Downs hosts yew trees that are presumably more than 2000 years old. This makes them part of the oldest living organisms in all of the UK.
Long Exposure with the help of some torch light.
Folks who’ve spent any time around Chester California will recognize the Olsen Barn immediately as it’s a bit of a local icon. It sits in a 100+ acre meadow nestled between the North Fork of the Feather River and Lake Almanor. Some time back the land was purchased by the Feather River Land Trust and, thanks to a very successful fund raising campaign, some restoration work was completed and the area serves as a publicly accessible nature preserve/historical site.
I confess that around 9:15pm on this particular night was the first time I’d ever actually walked out to this wonderful old structure even though I’ve driven by it scores of times and always thought I needed to photograph it. I guess under the core of our little galaxy is a good place to start.
I did process this image in color as well but I rather like this monochrome version with the rustic old structure so dominant in the image.
It began to dim big time. Turkey Vultures came and started roosting in trees around us. A Kestrel flew wildly in circles sounding its alarm call. Crickets began to chirp everywhere. Then it got as dark as night. About 41 seconds of jaw-dropping, screaming, whistling, and midday eeriness. The diamond returned and things began to get light. We jumped in our car and beat the million visitors to Oregon back to Portland. For me the "real moment" was pulling away from the cameras and just looking at the blackest hole I've ever see, 3D, same size as the sun, and being transported away from everything that annoys me for a few amazing seconds!
Lake Shore Blvd. runs underneath the elevated Gardner Parkway through the core of downtown Toronto. When cars are absent, the mood is somewhat eery, due to the gray and white appearance...as this colour photo shows.
While out in the dark at Trinity (AKA Clair Engle) Lake in Trinity County, California, USA, I was struck by the way this stump leaned in a direction consistent with the galactic core of our wonderful little galaxy. I thought it just begged from some light painting under the stars so I grabbed my trusty flashlight and did just that.
Trinity Lake is a large reservoir that was flooded after the completion of the Trinity Dam in 1961. The area flooded was heavily wooded and most was logged before flooding the lake, leaving behind myriad submerged stumps. These stumps make great habitat for smallmouth bass when under water and great textures for night photography when the lake level drops. I liken them to giant wooden spiders as much of the earth under the roots erodes away with the fluctuating lake levels.
The tug was coming in on Thursday night pushing a barge from Beaver Island and the sun was going down and the smoke was heavy again from the Canadian fires to the north. Made a eery feeling to the evening.
From the moment I first entered this cemetery, I felt it was somehow different from all the others I have visited. The atmosphere is highly charged. Can't really define it, but it is palpable. There's a feeling of eeriness coupled with the sensation of being watched. It's compounded by a feeling of isolation that grows the farther back you move into the oldest section of graves. Every so often I sense movement off to one side, but as I wheel around to look I see nothing. Definitely keeps me on a heightened state of awareness. But also fuels the creative energy. With the anxiety comes a high degree of mental focus. While I'm here I think of nothing else and I thrive on situations that generate this level of concentration. That said, I'm always so relieved when I get back in the car and hear the engine starting up and I move out. It's mentally exhausting to spend too much time here.
Milky Way core season is winding down quickly and I haven't shot under the night sky nearly enough this year. I figured I'd remedy that a bit and see what I could do with some light from the waxing moon the other night. I took an evening spin to Hog Flat Reservoir (Lassen County California, USA) and found this spot amid a bunch of dead snags. This area is under a few feet of water for several months every year which I assume drowned these pines. I think they provide some nice, if somewhat ominous, textures in the moonlight. I captured a frame while the moon (which was a 29% illuminated waxing crescent if you're keeping score at home) was above the mountains to light the scene, left the camera in place, and waited until the moon set behind the ridgeline but was still throwing a nice warm glow then captured my sky frames. I then spent a bit more time than I thought I would need masking and blending ...hope someone enjoys the result!