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Looking east from Mogshade Pond nr Minstead, new Forest National Park
Well this wasn't what I was expecting when I set off at about 04:30am to go and shoot some heather with the hope of some mist. I went to Bratley View to see what was going on and was pretty disappointed as when I got there not a hint of mist and no obvious shots 'near' the parking area as light was flat and I could not spend long as had to get to work. I thought I'd go scout the area around Mogshade pond on the other side of the road whilst I was there.
Started shooting but light remained mostly flat with the odd burst of light when the sun briefly found a gap in the clouds.
However, across to the east there seemed to be some light coming through and when I glanced back the next time a small area of the landscape was really kicking off!
I quickly banged on the 70-200mm lens and forgot about heather and just started snapping away. It was just a few mins then the sun rose a bit too high but for those few mins the mixture of light generating the heat to create the mist was fabulous to see. It was no more then a few degrees on the horizon but the power of the zoom really brings the image to life. Wished I hadn't left the 100-400mm in the car!
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First, I visited a fallen tree on a hillside, but as the subject didn't work out as expected, I came down to the riverside. Here I found a more pleasing fallen tree with a nice wintry coating. Despite the photo isn't sharp from front to back, I quite like the scenery with the wild trees in the background. At the scene, the water of the river Enz was flushing and from time to time you hear the chatter of ducks.
December 2022 | Niefern
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and i expect nothing less..
I expected a nice sunset today on the beach. In El Porto, I always take a few shots of the power plant as the sky is always pink n that direction. Today the reflection of the lights on the sand was very nice, and the surfboard is a nice coincidence.
I wasn't expecting to see a butterfly on the beach at Felixstowe today, but this beauty was warming up on the stones in the sun!
Peacock butterflies are not poisonous or foul-tasting, so their first line of defence is to go unnoticed. The Peacock, like other overwintering butterflies, is a master of disguise. At rest, with its wings held tightly together over its back, the Peacock resembles a dead leaf, with dark colours on the underside of the wings and a scalloped, irregular shape provide convincing camouflage.
Peacock butterflies however, have another, more dramatic trick up their sleeve, or rather, on their wings. When a predator gets close the Peacock will abandon its disguise and adopt shock tactics instead, repeatedly flicking open its wings, to expose suddenly bright upperwing colours and its characteristic, large eye-spot markings.
It’s these eye spots, of course, that gave rise to the butterfly’s common name. It was originally known as the Peacock’s Eye, a clear reference to the ‘eyes’ on the extravagant tail feathers of the male Peacock bird. Experiments have shown that the eye spots on the Peacock butterfly’s wings startle small insectivorous birds, such as Blue Tits, greatly increasing the butterfly’s chance of surviving such an encounter.
“The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.” - L.M. Montgomery
In a country full of spectacular waterfalls, and despite the obvious drawback in that one can never expect to experience this place alone, Skógafoss has been the one to set my pulses on red alert each time I’ve visited. Ok, so that’s only twice - well three times if you count the very brief pit stop we made here on the long journey east to Stafafell - but the mere sight of it makes for a display of extraordinary power. Not only in terms of the improbable physics that are happening right there in front of you, but also in the hold that it will take on your senses as you stand here at the bottom. Sixty metres tall and twenty-five wide, this is where the highlands end abruptly as that huge curtain of water crosses the divide and plummets down to earth in a resounding crescendo right there in front of you. There are bigger waterfalls in Iceland, but you can’t stand underneath many of them like this. And this one has such pleasing dimensions, that clean and uncomplicated single drop perfectly proportioned and surrounded by clouds of vapour that make you wonder whether you should have brought some shower gel and a bath towel. And a thermos full of piping hot coffee to help with the hypothermia afterwards.
We’d come here after breakfast on our third morning in the area, having agreed that the misty grey conditions would suit the subject well. Ironic that when we’d passed through here a week earlier, there had been a bright rainbow right in front of Skógafoss. There had also been a large number of visitors, taking endless Instaselfies as they tripped from their coaches and raced excitedly towards the action. That day we had to wait for a space in the large car park, such was the popularity of the place. Finding the visitor numbers too distracting, we soon moved on, although perhaps we should have photographed that rainbow and made merry with the clone tool later. At that stage we were getting rather blasé on the subject, having spent the previous day photographing a particularly fine example at Háifoss. But there were no more waterfall rainbows for the rest of the trip, and little did we realise we’d missed our chance.
Arriving in the middle of the morning seemed to have paid off. Although far from empty, the car park was noticeably quieter than last time, and with the aid of that trusty pair of welly boots I was soon paddling about in the shallow river, setting the tripod low to bring that foreground rush of water towards the bottom of the frame. And miraculously in these moments there were chances to get the shot with only minimum numbers of stragglers to contend with. There’s always someone standing as close as they dare to, but I only had to airbrush two spectres from the scene here. Bring your wellies and you can often go to places where others can’t.
Last time we came to Iceland, on that final night before heading back to Reykjavík, I got what became my favourite shot of the trip in the form of “Sandwich Bags, Spray and Spectators,” where I was that person standing as close to the white wall as I dared to. And now, an hour after this, I took my favourite shot of this second adventure with “The Watchers.” Very possibly my two most loved images of all time in fact - from a personal point of view anyway. I’m starting to wonder whether or not it’s a coincidence the place delivers pictures that make me feel this happy. I’m quite content with this one as well for that matter. While Skógafoss keeps giving me moments like these, I’ll carry on coming back for more.
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After two hours of waiting I hear a gentle rustling of dry leaves and then here she comes out of the woods.
The scene will repeat itself punctually for several evenings.
Dopo due ore di attesa sento un delicato rumore di foglie secche e poi eccola uscire dal bosco.
La scena si ripeterà per alcune sere.
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I should imagine we can expect more of this type of weather this winter, with the long range forecast predicting extremes in temperatures. LIke many photographers, I love it when freshly fallen snow simplifies the main features of the landscape. Under normal circumstances, I would not have even considered this gate and fence worth photographing, but set against a blanket of snow they take on a whole different appearance. Compositionally, the inclusion of the sweep of the road above the line of the fence was a crucial one.
Reine on Moskenes island, Lofoten archipelago in Northern Norway. All day we had most amazing cloudscapes showing up over these picturesque basalt mountains.
As expected the charger for my camera made a surprise reappearance on the day after I‘d bought a new one. Anyway, I was able to take photos of my new home again and did a little tour around a bird sanctuary on Sunday where I took this shot. Unfortunately my computer is still in a box, and I can’t geotag my photos on my tablet; but honestly that doesn’t really matter anyway as the Flickr app tells me that supposedly I took all my geotagged photos in Arinacrinachd, Scotland. (I hope I got that right... does anyone know how to pronounce it? Just out of curiosity LOL)
Yes, it is April but that does not mean that we are guaranteed no more snow. I remember one year we had a major storm on April 17. So I am keeping those snow tires on and the shovel in the trunk.
I did not expect at all to meet this little dude ...
At first, I had absolutely no idea what it was, I did not know that crane nestlings were reddish like that and it was more or less swimming on the water like a duck.
I should have known though, as 2 minutes before I was secretly trying to approach a pair of common cranes in the swamp, that eventually flew away. I had never thought about where Common cranes are nesting, I was assuming it was way more in the north of Europe.
Anyway after taking a shot, I did not stay much longer to avoid creating too much disturbance :(
Another shot of Worthing pier mid mini blizzard...it's the only bit of snow we've had all year so I got a bit excited!
Beginning in February we expect to see wild mustard and greening grass turn Northern California fields, hills, and vineyards into a feast for the eyes.
Brassica – wild mustard – is not native to California, and is considered invasive. I read somewhere that it was brought here by early Franciscan missionaries – but that might just be a legend. Grape growers find it useful as ground cover which they turn under later as mulch.
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Expect some more stuff soon. BFVA is right around the corner so maybe some teaser stuff and what not.
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They expect me to take part in the annual Lunar Festival, as if it's an easy feat to step into the spotlight without a moment’s rest. Yet no time is given to rehearse, no space offered to prepare — only expectations piled high like moonlight on snow. So here I am, practicing in secret, hidden away in quiet corners, stealing moments just to make sure I don't embarrass myself when the curtain rises.
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Another bird we expect to see in our visits to Southern Arizona.
From the Cornell Lab:
"Dapper in looks and cheerful in song, the Pyrrhuloxia is a tough-as-nails songbird of baking hot deserts in the American Southwest and northern Mexico. They’re closely related to Northern Cardinals, but they are a crisp gray and red, with a longer, elegant crest and a stubby, parrotlike yellow bill. During breeding season Pyrrhuloxias are fiercely and vocally territorial, but in the winter they forget their disputes and join together in large foraging flocks."
This one was following the script, being "fiercely and vocally territorial" in Sabino Canyon Recreation Area, Arizona.
CC4PF9-29 is making a great run up and over the top as the fog makes a slight break. I was expecting sunshine for my duration on the Western part of the Winnemucca Sub, but two straight days of freezing fog was a welcome surprise.
I have been to some lonely parts of the West, and by far NW Nevada takes it to the next level. This weather system had no wind, and other than the sounds of a distant train approaching and my idling bike, it was eerily quiet.
I certainly did not expect to see a merganser cruising the crystal clear waters of Lake Tahoe, but here she is. We came upon her sleeping on a beach area. A crow startled her and she slipped into the water to resume her napping. Eventually, she did the routine - a little preening, drinking that fresh water, and finally off to fish. She was all alone. I don't know if she missed the flight. But it was a lovely afternoon for a cruise I guess.
Having pitched my tent earlier than expected in La Fouly, Switzerland, I decided to add on an extra little adventure to get up a little closer to the Glacier de l'A Neuve. I was certainly glad of my efforts as only 500m higher than the campsite, which was at 1600m, the landscape was much more wild and rugged. Not long after this image was taken, the weather changed quickly. The summits became enshrouded in cloud and the heavens opened up. I made it back to camp in the nick of time. Switzerland is an incredible country and one that I would be very happy to spend a lot more time.
After taking me double the time to reach this spot, CN 120 had also been slightly on the late side which was perfect for me, not being the shot I was looking for, I was very satisfied with the result!
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The main Icewine Festival in 2026 is the Niagara Icewine Festival in Ontario, running from January 16 to February 1, 2026, featuring the Discovery Pass for winery pairings, the NOTL Icewine Village (Jan 17-18, 24-25) with ice sculptures and fire pits, and the "Cool as Ice Gala" (Jan 31) at the Niagara Parks Power Station. It celebrates Ontario's unique dessert wine with culinary experiences across Niagara-on-the-Lake and Twenty Valley.
Key Events & Dates:
•Icewine Discovery Pass: Jan 16–18, Jan 23–25, Jan 30–Feb 1, 2026 (11 AM–5 PM).
•NOTL Icewine Village: Jan 17–18, Jan 24–25, 2026 (Free admission with VIP options).
•Cool as Ice Gala: January 31, 2026 (7 PM at Niagara Parks Power Station).
What to Expect:
•Discovery Pass: A self-guided tour with icewine and food pairings at over 20 wineries, exploring sweet, spicy, and savory combinations.
•Icewine Village: A festive winter wonderland in historic Niagara-on-the-Lake with ice carvings, fire pits, live entertainment, and local wines.
•Gala: An all-inclusive evening of premium wines, cocktails, and gourmet food.
Into the Light - Day 28 - Year 2022
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Taken through the kitchen window, which is double pane glass, so not the best for focus. We expect at least 15, possibly 18 inches of snow overnight with blizzard conditions. If so, this scene should look quite different tomorrow.
DRD - "Pizzeria" A new release and one I certainly wasn't expecting but BAM here it is. Available now only at the Food Court event thru June 21st.
All the amazing and lighter toned textures are spot on. Seating in back, rooftop, access doors a plenty and of course fun animations. I dare say I could happily live in this pizzeria and have all the comforts of home but smell like pepperoni.
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Working atm on the June 2020 exhibition @ Nitroglobus
More info will follow soon.
Do make a note in your agenda: Monday 8 June, 12 pm SLT (= 21 hrs GMT+1) it's party time!
Lake Varese (Italy)
Ti ho atteso ancora, anche se non sei venuta per me.
Ho portato i miei sogni … si sono mischiati alla brezza
e cercano di raggiungerti.
Le luci si accendono e segnano una presenza;
La loro scia si inoltra nell’acqua.
noi ...
Possiamo sentirla, possiamo ignorarla …
ma non possiamo dimenticarla.
Ci si accorge sempre di te.
Sei un richiamo dell’anima,
sei la sera che conclude il giorno.
I expected you still, even if you did not come for me.
I brought my dreams ... they got mixed up in the breeze
and try to reach you.
The lights come on and mark a presence;
and we ...
Their wake it forward into the water.
We can pick it up, we can ignore it ...
but we can not forget it.
One always sees you.
You are a reminder of the soul,
you are the evening that concludes the day.