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Normally on a Friday evening at this time I'm in that jubilant end of week mode as I pull my kit on for five a side football and wonder what's for dinner afterwards. It's a routine that's been going on for more than seventeen years now, and I've never been sure what I'm going to replace it with when I finally accept that I can't keep up with the youngsters any more.
At the moment football is off the agenda of course, so when Lee managed to cram Porthleven, high tide, 5:30pm and big waves all into one short and excited sentence yesterday, I immediately confirmed my availability. As soon as my day at the office (well my kitchen at the moment) had passed, I grabbed the camera bag, trusting that everything was in it, threw the tripod into the boot of the car and set off.
I've never photographed Porthleven before. I really have no idea why, as it has a reputation for exciting storms, despite being on the more sheltered south coast of Cornwall. Perhaps it's because I live just five minutes drive from the more predictably brutal north coast and its surging tides which fill so many of my evenings with contented drama. We started by the church with the big lens fixed on the cliffs to the east of town where some big waves were beating the coast with a steady rhythm, before heading up to this vantage point on the other side of the harbour. It wasn't easy with the 70-200 on the tripod and a six stop filter thrown in to add to the complications, but on the odd image that wasn't destroyed by the buffeting winds, the results were quite exciting. On this one a seagull was generous enough to stay put for a few seconds and add to the composition.
Taken while fishing along the shore of Long Branch Lake at Long Branch State Park. Captured with an iPhone 17 Pro Max.
Ishasha Sector | Uganda
We found three of the famous tree lions, fat belly, fast asleep. What's cool about the Ishasha sector was, that we were only 2-3 cars at the sighting, which made it a pretty good experience.
Agent Whiskers reporting from the Aquatic Surveillance Unit. Method of gathering intel – periscope mode. Status – damp but effective. Mission – I’d tell you, but then I’d have to splash you.
Düsseldorf | Germany
The Kingfishers were pretty activ all day and luckily I looked at my back, instead watching were they had been just seconds before.
This one was sitting only a few meters away in a dead tree.
Canon EOS 1V, Kodak Portra 400, ISO 400, Cinestil C-41 Kit
Sometimes I take these side by side, film and digital. A repeat, shot handheld of the tree in the morning mist. This was shot on Kodak Portra 400 with the Canon EOS 1V, the last true professional 35mm film camera ever made. The Canon 1V utilizes the EF mount, so you get that modern, sweet, sweet L glass... Lens is the 70-200 L 2.8 IS III
Taken at sunrise while standing along the shore of Long Branch Lake. Captured with an iPhone 17 Pro Max.
We witnessed a nice flight show of all kinds of "Birds of Prey" at the Mpayathutlwa Pan Waterhole in the Mabuasehube region. Besides this Secretary Bird, there were a dozen Bateleurs, adults and Juveniles in the air.
Most people will say we did the proper thing on the day Storm Ciara visited the British Isles. The nation had been solemnly warned by weather forecasters on all channels that staying indoors was the only sensible option as winds of almost 100 miles per hour were due to arrive and make a thorough examination of the landscape. It was an unwelcome interruption to our three day visit to North Wales when every moment was precious and full of photographic intent, but we decided that there would be other adventures ahead of us if we put our own personal safety ahead of artistic ambition.
And so we put on a pot of coffee and settled down in front of "Whisky Galore" instead. My brother Dave had spotted the fact that our rented cottage boasted a DVD player and decided to bring the entertainment with him. If you haven't seen this film (and I'm talking about the 1949 version rather than the more recent offering that I cannot vouch for), then I highly recommend it on a dark damp Sunday afternoon, preferably along with a glass of something Scottish and peaty. And I beg you please, without ice or other form of diluting substance.
During the film we all kept an eye on events outside the window of course. Only a couple of miles of flat open land separated our temporary home from the North coast of Wales, and apart from the odd brave motorist and one seagull notably flying backwards, all we could hear was huge amounts of air being moved rapidly from one place to another. Until early in the afternoon it began to ease. When we stepped outside, the first thing we noticed was that the recycling bins had been distributed extravagantly across the road outside the cottage. Passing cars had evidently had to engage in a bit of obstacle dodging during the morning.
It's only about 17 miles from where we were staying to Penmon Lighthouse, but the journey took two hours. There are two bridges onto Anglesey, and the larger one, the Britannia Bridge remained closed, while seemingly all of the traffic in North Wales convened at a single roundabout near Bangor to cross the stately Menai Bridge in single file. As we queued, Dave joked that the tractor in front of us was probably going all the way to Penmon. It seemed less funny when it really did lead us almost all of the way to our destination.
We'd gone to North Wales primarily to shoot in the mountains of Snowdonia, but somehow managed to visit no less than four lighthouses. Penmon, on the leeward side of Anglesey was number two, and we managed to catch it in between some brutal squalls. As Dave headed towards the edge of the water the instruction came through by phone for him to stand still and look heroic while he worked out his own composition.
After a cursory glance I'd ignored the Penmon pictures until today, as I couldn't work out how to edit them satisfactorily, and other images from the trip seemed easier to work on. But it's a bank holiday weekend and the blazing sun that we were promised today failed to materialise so I decided to persevere until I got something I felt reasonably content with. At this rate I might even manage to produce a shot from Llandwyn Island on the first evening when the mountains of Snowdonia disappeared into the distant cloud. No promises though!
Tried to scope out a intimate composition from the beautiful looking rolling hills of the East bay Hills during spring time
An opening. The gate left open! An entrance made easy. A short walk down an alleyway. We push aside a garbage bin. Only it sets in motion a wave of rats... scurrying and running over our feet! The initial shock wears off and you head in, wondering how many more rats are inside.
Abandoned theatre originally opened 1880s.
A very serene yet untouched place in the pristine Sierra Nevada in th John Muir Wilderness...A location to be absorbed and realize yourself there
Machine 749 247-3 took over the 2nd year of Retro Express Slovakia. On the trail, it climbs towards the BesnÃcky tunnel and passes the abandoned Vernár station.
The sun sinks slowly beyond the hills, setting the Gulf of Thailand ablaze in molten gold. The sea catches every flicker of light, turning calm ripples into ribbons of fire. In this quiet moment, the world pauses—caught between day and night, shadow and flame. The silhouette of the island stands still, guarding the horizon as if reluctant to let the day go.