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Rising from the ocean west of Vágar, Tindhólmur is one of the most distinctive islands in the Faroe Islands. Its five sharp peaks dominate the horizon and give the island an almost mythical appearance, as if it had been carved by giants and left behind in the middle of the sea.
Passing by on a boat tour, I was struck by the island's isolation. Surrounded by the restless waters of the North Atlantic and crowned by dramatic rock formations, Tindhólmur feels untouched by time. The steep cliffs, layered volcanic rock and ever-changing weather create a landscape that seems to belong to another world.
On this day, low clouds drifted across the sky while the ocean rolled beneath us, adding to the sense of wilderness and remoteness. It is easy to understand why the Faroe Islands leave such a lasting impression on those who visit them.
Faroe Islands, May 2026
A beautiful formation of the Aspen trees in south west Colorado with some of them turning yellow was a scene that I cant miss capturing . Been a while since I tried some abstract ones...
I traveled to Nepal in December 2010. At the time, I was new to digital photography and did not know how to process photos. I recently went through some of my favorites, and processed the raw files with ON1 Photo Raw 2024. Enjoy!
Peak District National Park in August. This was one of those moments where the reward came only after patience and quiet persistence. Reaching this viewpoint meant walking slowly as the light changed minute by minute, waiting for the sun to drop just enough to set the valley on fire. The heather in the foreground was alive with colour, the rocks anchoring the scene while the landscape unfolded endlessly below. The struggle was resisting the urge to rush the shot, trusting that the light would align, and it did. That calm golden glow was the payoff, a reminder that nature always works on its own schedule and rewards those willing to slow down and observe.
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Al calare della sera, Caltabellotta si accende di una luce dorata, mentre il borgo si adagia sulle pendici del Kratas e le antiche case sembrano fondersi con la roccia.
In alto domina maestosa la Rocca di Caltabellotta, simbolo eterno di un paese sospeso tra cielo e terra. Sullo sfondo, un tramonto infuocato dipinge il cielo di oro, arancio e rosso, trasformando il paesaggio in uno scenario quasi surreale.
Le luci del borgo, una dopo l’altra, prendono vita nella penombra, raccontando la storia di una città antica, ricca di fascino, memoria e tradizioni.
It was my grandfather who announced this. Not when he was on a whale watching trip in the North of Iceland, but in a car park on Droskyn Head overlooking Perranporth Beach on the north coast of Cornwall, the year after he'd retired and followed us down to live in the place where half the country seems to come for their summer holiday each year. We just nodded. We'd barely been anywhere beyond Cornwall, or the Romney Marsh where we'd lived until a couple of years earlier. If Grandad said it was, then it was. He was like that. A huge genial oaf whose hefty bulk made his opinion the final one on any subject. He never left Britain. Not once did he even go on a booze cruise to Calais or Boulogne on the ferry. During the war he trained Polish and Czech soldiers to drive trucks and ride motor cycles in Hampshire. In their broken English they would refer to him as "the big sergeant who swears a lot." I always liked that. Afterwards he ran a removal firm out of Royal Leamington Spa. From Thurso to Truro he knew the British Isles inside out. But he never stepped outside our nation. So despite living to the age of 87 he never saw this. But then again he never even saw the inside of a cross channel ferry.
It was 1977, the year of the Silver Jubilee, Virginia Wade winning Wimbledon and Scotland beating England at Wembley with a goal from a bright young thing called Kenny Dalglish, who'd just joined Liverpool. I was 11 years old and I remember it all so clearly. The Queen even visited Falmouth, and despite having just left our primary school we had to go and stand in the town centre waving our Union Jacks in those terrible brown uniforms for one last time. Flanked on either side of the road we got the B side of events, Prince Philip asking whether we'd been press-ganged into standing there on a Saturday morning in August wearing school uniform. We grinned, like 11 year old schoolkids who'd been addressed by a member of the Royal Family do.
I'm not sure this is the greatest photo I've ever shared with you, but those of you who are kind enough to bear with me know I enjoy spinning a yarn to accompany the image. 11 months ago almost to the day, Lee and I decided there was just enough time in between one location and the next to squeak in an extracurricular whale watching adventure at Husavik. It was an absolute joy, with four Humpback Whales announcing their presence. Our vessel puttered five miles out to sea over a bay flanked by snowy mountains on either side in gentle but persistent rain, small groups of puffins racing low across the sound in perfect formation. Just a stretch short of the Arctic Circle it's the furthest north I've ever travelled and it's a day I'll never forget. I don't even know how I managed to stitch no less than seven shots together from the decks of the good ship Salka into a panorama.
There must be a million best views in Europe, and just maybe this is one of them. It certainly left me looking for the oxygen supply. It's always when I'm in front of a view such as this that I remember his words from all those years ago.
I'd like to dedicate this to one Kenneth Basil Claude Jackman, a big swearing sergeant who left us with some fond memories a long time ago.
The amazing beauty of this green hills in the bay area during California Spring time is such a delight to experience
Deere Asylum, Virginia / USA - November 2020: A single bathtub sits in a room of dark blue tile in the staff locker room in a long term dormitory building on the campus of an abandoned mental hospital.
CHOBE | BOTSWANA
A herd of Waterbucks in this nice light is in itself great, but come on... everything gets even better with elephants in the background! ;)