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When the sun goes slowly down on the Lofoten you get that absolutely magical light. Only for a few minutes it looked so fantastic as on the photo! So you have to be fast, see it, find a parking spot near the road, jump out of the car, find position and shoot. I shot 5 frames…this is one of them.
I think this will hang on a wall in my house…I personally love it!
Taken in portrait mode on an iPhone 17 Pro Max while attending Liberty Christian Fellowship’s annual outdoor service in Liberty, MO.
🌊✨ Discover the hidden gem of San Lorenzo Beach near Vieste in the stunning Gargano region! 🌿 Perfect spot for some peaceful vibes and breathtaking views. 🌞💙 Who’s up for a little adventure off the beaten path? 🌴
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KRUGER NATIONALPARK | S36
This big and old bull looked at us, just like he wanted to say: "You're on the wrong turf, buddy!"
I had an surprise encounter with a lonely bull once, in the middle of the night, on foot and only a few meters away from me. Learned my lesson and the heck... if he means it, I'll stay away for sure.
A serpentine trail threads the velvety slopes of Stoh, winding like a pale stitch through a quilt of electrifying greens. The summer light drifts in and out of passing clouds, painting living shadows that race across the hillsides and gather at the foot of Veľký Rozsutec - the jagged limestone crown rising in the distance like a silent sentinel of the Malá Fatra range. Up here the air is equal parts birdsong and breeze; every step feels suspended between the wide Carpathian sky and the rolling depths below. It’s the kind of panorama that hushes conversation-inviting you instead to breathe in the scent of warm grass and let your pulse sync with the slow rhythm of the mountains.
Lee was looking confused. I suspect that he is looking back at my own bemused expression and thinking the same thing about me 99% of the time we’re out on a shoot together. The trouble with Kynance,” he declared while narrowing his eyes in the direction of the horizon “is that it’s a tricky old place to get a good shot. I had a look online before we came out and I couldn’t really see any that inspired me.” Of course he hadn’t seen yours. Yours was a beauty. “What about the one taken by [insert your name here] that I saw on Flickr this morning,” I protested. “That was a stunner. The mood, the light, the composition – I could feel the emotion in that shot.” He confessed he’d missed that one. He sends his apologies.
But he did have a point. Taking a shot at Kynance Cove did present some challenges. For a start, there were still plenty of people around. My daughter Nicky, who works at the National Trust car park on Saturdays told me that most of them appeared to be visitors from outside the county, despite the main holiday season having ended over a month ago. Once she’d finished her duties for the day she briefly joined the party before heading off in the direction of her mother’s nearby hot tub. Sadly, when the marriage came to an end all those years ago I lost out on the custody battle for the hot tub, so I suppose it's only inevitable that our now grown up children tend towards their mother when there's a social evening on offer. All I can provide is a few puddles on the front drive and they'd have to queue up behind the resident goldfinches to take their turn at them in any case. Those goldfinches love a good puddle.
Erm, where was I? Back to the steady stream of visitors filling the path between the car park and the beach, stopping for selfies by the cliff edge in front of the all too agreeable backdrop and right in the middle of our compositions. And then there was the focal point itself. Stand here and the big yellowy rock at the back clashed with the headland behind it and spoiling the sense of separation. From a higher vantage point we'd have been fine, but there wasn't one. We either needed a stepladder, a pet giraffe, a drone or some serious experimentation with dangerous and fast acting growth hormone products. Stand there and the right hand side of the rocks disappeared into the headland in front of them. I even tried the wide angle lens and concentrated on a clump of foreground granite. I couldn't decide whether I liked it. There were possibilities everywhere, but none of them were quite perfect. I suppose that's photography. The day we get a shot that we think is perfect, will there be any point in carrying on? I'll continue to look for pictures that make me smile and bring back a feeling or a memory.
We moved closer to the jumble of shapes in the sea, and then we moved away again. A poodle raced to the cliff edge in an apparent suicide bid, stopping at the last nanosecond and staring at me questioningly as I gasped out in horror. Its owners seemed not the slightest bit troubled. Dogs might know when to stop, but can they also tell where the cliff edge is about to crumble and head south at an alarming rate? A group of men scrambled down a near vertical slope so that they could launch stones into the sea far below them more easily. I tried not to look. It was all quite unsettling and it occurred to me that getting older makes you value the remaining years that bit more dearly. After all, when you've done all the hard graft and you're soon to retire with some good years ahead to look forward to, why would you get too close to the edge of a cliff?
And so eventually, Lee having departed in the direction of food, I found myself over this vantage point again. I've managed to take at least four different versions of it. Between them, they have all of the elements that might have produced that perfect image. In one of them the sky is filled from one side of the image to the other with sunbeams. But I don't like the composition. In another I managed to pull off a 30 second exposure despite the strong wind. I liked the drama in the sea, but was less sure about the sky. In the end I decided to post this one. If I were telling this story half and hour later this evening, such is my confusion, I might very well have shared one of the other ones with you instead. But that's the joy of not finding that perfect image. It means the quest to carry on trying continues. The journey is always so much better than arriving anyway.
Deere Asylum, Virginia / USA - November 2020: Looking down the hallway of the male patient long term ward, doors a jar in the darkness of an abandoned mental hospital.
Lake Bratan, often associated with the Ulun Danu Temple, is a picturesque volcanic lake located in the central highlands of Bali, Indonesia. The lake itself is serene and expansive, covering an area of approximately 3.8 square kilometers (1.5 square miles). It sits at an altitude of about 1,200 meters (3,900 feet) above sea level, surrounded by lush green mountains and misty clouds that frequently drift across its surface.
When you wake up to see this there is nothing else you need!
From last year's back packing in the high Sierras witnessing the first light in the minarets with some wildflowers in the foreground
In John Muir Wilderness
A beautiful location to witness nature's energy and enjoy the beauty and scale of the landscape in Portland, Oregon.
Ja podria dir que la zona de l’Hospitalet és una de les meves zones habituals per aquest tipus de fotos amb arbres de colors amb el tele, i la majoria de cops amb boira que li dona un punt. Aquest cop, però encara vaig fer un pas més. Com deia vaig parar perquè ja és un lloc que passo sovint, i mentre estava fent les fotos “de sempre” vaig veure varis -suposo que deuen ser voltors- ocell rondant per allà. Ràpidament vaig posar la memòria 3 on tinc per fer fotos a animals configurats i vaig capturar vàries fotos. Tot i no estar a la zona de més color, penso que el lloc amb tanta pedra és interessant també.
Octubre 2025
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“Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, when one only remembers to turn on the light.” Dumbledore. Can't believe how this year is different from 2015... When I spent the beginning of that year crying almost each nights... And now the sky is so much clearer 😊 If you are in a bad storm please keep strong ❤ 💪❤ www.instagram.com/coralieolive/ #Dumbledore #dumbledoresarmy #exploretocreate #getoutdoors #Roma #peoplescreatives #thatsdarling #exploremore #passionpassport #travelingram #travelstoke #dolcevita #candlelight #churchtime
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This place is not the easiest to find located in a gorge with quite a steep muddy decent down a nearly 300 year old "staircase" if you can call it a staircase. Once you get down there it feels very fairy tale like, as if you're in a magical fantasy.
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Recently I decided to buy a new car. Not brand new of course - splashing out enormous sums of money on something that loses a large chunk of its value ten minutes after turning the key doesn't exactly go hand in hand with the grand plan of getting out of the rat race as soon as I can possibly afford to. But Id decided I needed something a bit more practical and robust than my little town car for the increasing amount of time I spend on roads it wasn't designed to travel in pursuit of my camera related adventures. Today was our first proper outing together.
Recently I've had a yen to find some Silver Birch trees. I blame three of the YouTubers I follow for this. Messrs Danson, Turner and Heaton all live sufficiently close to numerous birch forests in the north of England, which they photograph with enthusiastic regularity for my viewing pleasure and edification. The lovely thing about them is the way their bright trunks stand out from the oranges and browns of autumn. The trouble is that the silver birch seems to be quite thin on the ground down here in the South West. Google "Silver Birch Cornwall" and the first half dozen results are all leading me to garden centres offering them for sale. However, there was some suggestion that I might find some here at Ladock, a few miles to the east of Truro. I checked the forecast and learned that Saturday would bring dull wet conditions, which I decided was perfect for a woodland escapade. Even more perfect was the idea of stopping en route for breakfast at the Yummy Scrummy Cafe at Summercourt for one of their glorious sausage sandwiches on rustic bread and a cup of decent coffee to wash it down with. Maybe even two cups of coffee. I had a plan and I was very happy with it. I waited for Saturday impatiently.
Of course plans don't always unfold as expected. I'd forgotten that it was the first day of half term, and the main road in and out of Cornwall, which also happened to form most of my route was rammed in both directions. People will always come here on holiday, no matter how terrible the weather is. When I finally arrived at the Yummy Scrummy the sense of frustration at the traffic conditions was instantly forgotten, overtaken by the fact that the cafe was inexplicably closed, despite it being right in the middle of peak hours on a Saturday. I checked my phone, which confirmed that it was supposed to be open. I'd skipped breakfast at home in anticipation of that sausage sandwich. In despair I gazed at the map, in the full knowledge that whatever food I did find in the remote roads between here and Ladock, it wasn't going to be a fit substitute. Eventually I ended up in a petrol station, staring morosely at the sandwiches in the chiller before finally selecting a BLT, and a pack of "finest quality" Tikka bites. Considering there were about 15 of them in the pack for the princely sum of one pound, it seemed unlikely that the boast was going to be true.
I carried on my journey through the grim conditions, still unfamiliar with the controls in the car. For the last seven miles the rear wiper carried on wiping no matter how many times I flipped the stalk that's supposed to switch it on and off, while the wind outside was closely matched by the climatronic (I didn't make that word up) system that was whipping up a gale around me. At least it made for a nice clear windscreen and the front wipers were busy making up their own rules, moving as quickly or slowly as they felt was necessary. Maybe I ought to read the owners' handbook that I found in the glove compartment.
To the untrained eye, the sight of someone arriving on location with both cameras and all five lenses might suggest an experienced and accomplished professional, but of course you know better than that. You'd have immediately spotted the signs of someone who hadn't got the faintest clue what he was doing. The thing is that with seascape and landscape you can generally manage to come away with something presentable if you're half competent. But woodlands are much more difficult - do you look for order among chaos, or do you live with the latter? Do you try and pick out elements with the long lens, or do you go wide? I guess that's what I'm going to have to try and learn as I spend more time among the trees, because despite the confusion I love the sense of peace these places bring,
Ladock Wood is an odd place. Indigenous Oak, Ash, Beech, Chestnut, and (apparently somewhere in there) Silver Birch live alongside a sterile Spruce plantation, presumably only planted here so it can be chopped down again for timber. The dark and gloomy spaces under the lines of Spruce are devoid of life, the birds apparently having voted with their wings and gone elsewhere. I once read that these non native Sitka Spruces were imported to feed the demand for timber during and after the wars of the last century. Tall and fast growing they were ideal for the economy. It's just a shame nobody stopped to consider the ecology. I'll get off my soapbox before I fall off it.
It was one of those afternoons when you can tell that while the strength of it will ebb and flow, the rain itself isn't going to stop at any point. Setting up the camera whilst trying to keep the polariser clear of moisture was very challenging as huge fat raindrops gathered on the canopy above me, only to be released in numbers with every passing gust of wind. I never found the mystical Silver Birch trees of course, but I'm assured they're there somewhere. They'll still be there next time, although I've been warned not to expect too much. Ironic then that after three hours of tramping about in my wellies, the photo I liked the most is the one of the soulless Spruces, caught on the left hand side by a window of light from the west. As I began the walk back towards a car I'm also learning to make sense of, I couldn't help chuckling to myself at just how ironic.
Back at the car I congratulated myself on having at least brought some coffee of my own with me to wash down the Tikka bites - which as it transpired weren't at all bad. Amazing what you can still get for a pound.
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An elephant mama standing below a a tree in the Hoanib riverbed. It was such a close and intimate encounter, that I started to take some close-ups.
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The fjord in Djupavik, Iceland. We hung out, photographing the beautiful sunset across the fjord, during one of Iceland's gorgeous, hours-long sunset. One of the photographers, Suzanne, noted that the colors were finally started to fade. However, just ten minutes later, to our surprise, the colors began growing more intense again, and we quickly realized that we were now watching a very slow sunrise.
Nikon D610/28mm PC shift lens I borrowed from Lance. 242s f/8 ISO 100.
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Captured the breathtaking beauty of Kauai's Waimea Canyon, known as the "Grand Canyon of the Pacific". The vibrant shades of red, orange, and green create a stunning contrast against the clear blue sky, showcasing the natural wonders of this iconic Hawaiian landmark.