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Glacier National Park never has one moment that cant curprise you...One of the quintessential views of the park...with those beautiful wild flowers
It's been over a week since my last post. Sorry about that. A combination of work pressures, wonderful weekend weather and late evenings out with the camera have combined to reduce my output in these and other pages. Normal service, whatever that is, will be resumed eventually.
Meanwhile, Saturday evening took us up the coast to Bedruthan Steps, a place where giant rocks inhabit the beach and stare out to sea with a watchful gaze. The beach itself is inaccessible at present. Little did we know that a hefty chunk of cliff had slid down onto the beach during the winter. I suspect the National Trust, who own the place have probably had other issues to worry about in recent months, much as we all have, so it seems unlikely that the beach will be open for some time now. It's a shame as I had another idea for a low tide visit - but that will have to wait.
It's also a reminder of how dangerous the coast is around here, with almost vertical and unstable cliffs, promising a permanent end if you happen to be standing in the wrong place at an inopportune moment.
One distinct plus point is that although a small and steady stream of visitors pass by here, taking selfies in front of the scene and pausing for a moment to enjoy the view, not many of them linger because there's little to do when you can't get onto the beach. We ate our pasta and watched as the groups of onlookers arrived and went, before eventually earning the place to ourselves as the golden hour set in. Patience usually pays off in the end.
It's a splendid location as long as you're careful along those crumbling cliff edges. So good in fact that the camera stayed on the tripod until just before 10:30, long after the sun had sunk beneath the horizon, leaving an orange glow behind it.
Was walking around in the foggy days of November, when this scene caught my eye. The leaves are still turning, but the brown colors start to dominate. In particular, I like the almost leafless branches and how they appear as sketchy lines in a pencil drawing.
November 2020 | Niefern-Öschelbronn
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Found that one shot, that makes a trip to Botswana complete... you just need to come back with a nice Steenbok portrait and this long eyelashes und way too big ears. :)
It was a Saturday afternoon and Christmas was upon us. Like all self respecting landscape photographers I'd done the only sensible thing you can do at these times and shunned the town centre festive shopping chaos in favour of something altogether more soothing for the soul. After all, I'd already done my Christmas shopping. Well, sort of. It had involved the purchase of a sturdy carbon fibre tripod, which I knew I would find more rewarding than socks. I really don't need any more socks. I'm good for socks. Thanks for asking.
Holywell Bay, 12 miles or so from home is one of my favourite retreats. In winter at low tide, the huge beach is quite empty and the foreground changes every time I visit. Sometimes there's a river running across the scene in front of you, yet on other occasions it peters out to the right this composition, spreading out like a big sandy delta on its way to the sea. I love not knowing what such a familiar friend is going to look like on each new meeting. It's a bit like knowing somebody who can't stop changing their hairstyle from one week to the next.
On this occasion it was windy. Very windy. I'd had a notion of trying to catch the sand being blown straight at me across the beach with a shutter time that would need the tripod. Picking my spot I set the tripod up and turned to unzip my bag to bring out the camera. Turning round, the tripod was lying on its side, blown off its feet by a heavy gust of Atlantic air. At times I was also finding it hard to stay on my feet, almost finding myself lying beside the abandoned length of carbon fibre on the sand more than once. I started to wonder whether the trip had been worth the effort when it was clear that my plan wasn't going to work.
And then the light came down through an opening in the clouds and bounced right off the beach in front of me. It didn't last for long - it never does when it looks like this, but it's the light I love the most that I always hope for at the edge of a storm.
Happy Sunday everyone.
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An aerial view of the mesmerizing sand dunes of Namibia, sculpted by the relentless winds over centuries. The golden hues of the sun bring life to the desert, highlighting its soft curves and intricate textures. A landscape both serene and untamed, where nature paints its masterpiece with light and shadow.
“Oh no here we go again. He’s finally lost it. Three shots already uploaded from that infernal ridge walk and yet he still manages to find another one to rattle on about!” is what you might be thinking. I’m starting to have the same thoughts myself. It doesn’t help that I’ve done so little photography since that adventure. Ok so there’s a van related wild camp caper on Dartmoor the week before last to report tales of yet to come, but I’m still to work those raw files into shape. The thing is, that afternoon on the high ground of the Brecon Beacons in South Wales brought one composition after another as the landscape gradually revealed new secrets with each phase of the trek. All of them taken with a lens that really deserves a bit more love in return for its efforts. This one brought the peaks of Fan y Big, Cribyn, Pen y Fan and Corn Du into a single frame, with an illuminated bonus foreground designed by the icy architects of this landscape to offset the four dark shrouds behind.
Like so many of us I started out with a modest assembly of tools for my induction into this world that we share. A midrange camera, a couple of reasonably price lenses sourced from your favourite auction site, a cheap tripod, an even cheaper bag and some very inexpensive filters that would be better suited as coasters for tea cups. And then I got carried away – a sorry tale of obsession, a descent of the senses so steep as to be matched only by the plummeting bank balance as a full frame camera and professional lenses were added to the bag, itself replaced by a new model of course. The cheap filters gave way to the same set that Nigel Danson swears by, and then of course a carbon fibre tripod was a must wasn’t it? Not long ago I looked at the collection, did some mental arithmetic, and decided it was best not to mention the final score to my better half, who has far more modest tastes. A new pair of knitting needles is as racy as she gets when it comes to freeing up budget for luxuries. When people take her to task on her innate sense of thrift, with metronomic consistency she replies with “how do you think I managed to retire in my fifties on what I was earning?” She has a point. You become so much wealthier by desiring less in life.
But in that bagful of precious things lies the lens that so often gets overlooked – only really brought into use at moments when lugging the others around is going to prove challenging. I think of it as my adventuring lens. After all I’d have needed a team of sherpas to roll my 100-400mm lens up the first slope of Fan y Big on a series of felled tree trunks if I’d wanted to take it with me. So for long arduous treks, the lightweight lens with the huge focal length gets its day in the sun; and the rain too for that matter. I used it a lot that day as you may already be aware from a surfeit of previous posts. When I uploaded the raw files from the hike onto my computer at home my first reaction was one of enormous disappointment – so many of them were fuzzy and grainy and I found myself heading down the familiarly dangerous route of eBay as I blamed the lens once more for its inadequacies, while stubbornly ignoring my own shortcomings. Misplaced vainglory is such an unattractive web in which to entangle oneself.
Eventually, after much soul searching and further experimenting at 300mm on the tripod in my living room I concluded that the maligned lens was entirely free of blame – it was me who was at fault. I resolved to learn to use it properly and stop poring over alternatives on the internet each time I fail. In fact it went to Dartmoor with me so you’ll be able to judge for yourself which one of us has performance issues to come to terms with in due course. I think we both know already it’s me and not the lens.
I’m sitting at my laptop in the aforementioned van, where the strains of the annual music festival that take place on the estate across the road from us are drifting across the trees towards me on the gentlest of summer evening breaths. It might be Razorlight; it might be Goldie Looking Chain I can hear, but this year the neighbours don’t appear to have been invited to the party in atonement for the interruption to our weekend peace so I’ve really no idea. I’ve moved on from indignation to indifference now. We didn’t really want to go anyway. At least it’s nearly over and it’s Bank Holiday Monday tomorrow with its stay of execution from the real world for one more day.
This might be the last image I post from that ridge walk, but the trouble is there’s at least one more of them jumping up and down in the shadows waving its arms about if I can drag another tale out of the adventure. For now I’ll work harder at familiarising myself with that lens.
Beautiful rock formation with the perfect set of colorful streaks on the sky at sunset
Arch Rock, Joshua Tree National Park, California
As the sun sets over Paris, the Eiffel Tower is bathed in a warm golden glow, casting long shadows across the city. The tower's steel curves and intricate details are silhouetted against a colorful sky of oranges, pinks, and purples. The tranquil Seine River flows peacefully below, reflecting the tower's brilliance in the water. The iconic tower's intricate iron lattice stands tall and proud, drawing crowds from all over the world. The moment is magical, and captures the essence of Paris - the city of love, romance, and unparalleled beauty.
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Ein geschwungener Pfad führt durch die saftig grünen Alpenhänge in Richtung einer imposanten Bergkulisse. Die Wolken tanzen über dem Horizont, während das Licht der Sommersonne das satte Grün zum Leuchten bringt. Ein Moment der Ruhe und Weite – genau dort, wo man alles hinter sich lässt und nur noch das Hier und Jetzt zählt.
At times Tuesday evening was beginning to feel a bit frustrating. We'd arrived a couple of hours before sunset in the hopes of catching surfers in front of Godrevy Lighthouse at high tide with the long lens, but neither of us had thought to check the sea conditions. The water was unusually flat and limpid, even for a summer evening. One or two regulars sat astride their boards in the sea chattering to each other, but nobody was surfing in the true sense of the word.
So we waited for sunset to catch more images to add to what I've rather lazily entitled my "Silhouettes on the Shore" collection. To my enduring surprise I've actually started to sell one or two of them. As the backdrop went bright orange I waited for someone, anyone to walk across the wet sand which had so recently been submerged under the now retreating tide.
Nobody had the good grace to stroll across the scene looking enigmatic, preferably carrying a surfboard at a pleasing angle for this particular onlooker. Two young lads went past with skimmer boards, but settled on a spot to the left of the best patch of light. The two young ladies who'd been entertaining themselves with a paddleboard for some time eventually emerged from the sea and walked across the scene, perfectly reflected in the wet sand. I'd been waiting for this moment for ages, but with one at each end they struggled with the enormous board as if they were carrying a heavy wardrobe. For a moment I could hear Bernard Cribbins singing "Right Said Fred" in my head as I watched them. It wasn't quite what I was looking for. Eventually I decided that I would become the subject of my own composition and left Lee to operate my camera as well as his own as I strode heroically across the viewfinder in the fading light. But it was too dark and side on I look like a duck anyway. Finally I had given up and took a photo of Godrevy Lighthouse in pastel pink shades instead.
Happily one of two earlier passers by had made eye catching subjects, especially this young chap running effortlessly at the water's edge, who was good enough to ensure that both of his feet were off the ground as I hit the shutter on my camera. That never happens when anyone photographs me running. On each such occasion I've been replaced by a grimacing middle aged man dragging his feet along the ground looking like someone needs to prop him up rather urgently - but that's another story.
Hot Creek, Mammoth Lakes
There are certain places which is totally worth going repeatedly till you get the perfect shot..It was 15F and my camera stopped working and had to head it in my vehicle and get it working in this cold and ended up seeing one of the best scenes ever you can imagine in this friggin cold...Winter just gets magical in the eastern sierras if you get lucky
Also one of the fellow photographer did help in getting someone to stand there in the cold
Midsummer is a double edged affair I often think. What could be better than to still be at large with your camera comfortably after 10pm, unable to tear yourself away from moments like this one, when all but the hardiest few surfers have left the sea, and only one party remains on the beach beside the glow of a distant fireside? Evenings such as this are the ones that find me eventually returning to the car with a happy smile, although with the one drawback that the light lingers for so long I know it will be almost 11pm by the time I'm home with work in the morning and no real chance to view the results until the weekend. Still, it's hardly anything to complain about.
On a few recent outings I've been accompanied by my partner Ali, and her sister's dog, a cocker spaniel called Rosie who for every mile that we complete covers at least 15 of her own in her endless search for rabbits along the dunes behind the beach. She caught one once, which was an uncomfortable moment in front of families with young children returning to their cars.
At least we never arrive until late. Later in fact than I ever plan to because Ali is one of those people who arrives for absolutely everything just when you think she's decided to stay at home, whatever the time of day. Recently I've taken to telling her that we need to be somewhere at least half an hour earlier than we really do. It's the only hope of getting there on time. It's Saturday tomorrow - I think I'll sneak out of the house when she's not watching as I've an urge to head west beyond Penzance again and if I take her with me we won't arrive until Sunday.
This was Tuesday, and my turn to be late back to the car. The tide was on the way out, the sky turned to pastel pink and at the end of the evening it suddenly struck me that Godrevy Lighthouse was reflected onto onto the wet sand in front of me. It must happen all the time, yet for some inexplicable reason I've never noticed this before in 40 years of coming here.
And I guess that's the special thing about favourite places. You keep going back, yet still you notice new things among the familiarity of it all. That's a happy thought with the weekend in front of us. Enjoy the weekend Flickr friends.
Amazing stromy scenes from the winter trip to Utah this season…It was completely like a painting there
One of those times when you think the colors wouldn’t come but still you give it a shot ..With stormy clouds around and with epic landscapes and intense hiking you want to definitely capture a scene like this..This spring in California is definitely one of the best greens I have seen
Is photography art? Of course, like painting, photography is able to engage, inspire and evoke emotions in the recipient.
In the other hand, Yann Arthus-Bertrand said: “The earth is art; the photographer is only a witness.” I'm as a fine art photographer trying to capture most iconic landmarks in a unique and fresh way to inspire you to see this beautiful world we live in.
Seeing through the lens the abstract and wonderful world of Antelope Canyon, you can understand how the light reflects off the walls, filling the shadows, and the colors radiate holiness from the rocks. The captivating beauty of these sandstone canyons awakens the senses and inspires the spirit. The whole scene has a magical glow created by the light of the canyon.
Smooth, sensuous lines and vibrant abstract colors make this canyon a stunning and astonishing shooting location.
The red light of the canyon casts a glow that only the camera can capture. It's like another world in the frame. The canyon looks like it was carved out by a Master craftsman. So it really is, and this amazing masterpiece revealed to our admiring eyes!
What do you see in this masterpiece of nature and what feelings does it evoke in you?
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"Are you doing a late one?" Katie stood at my office door in her coat, signalling that it was time to go. It's the first time she's worn a coat in months, which tells a story in itself. Ever since Lockdown started in the UK, or at least so it seems, the weather has been unusually good. Even in March, when we were first instructed to work from home it was nice enough to sit outside without a coat on. March is usually a bitter and blustery month in the UK. April is often only marginally better for that matter. But apart from a below average June, the summer has seemed longer this year. Until today it has at any rate.
"No, I'm coming with you," I replied. It was already nearly 6pm. I wasn't in the middle of anything and our boss had already left, so there was nobody to look heroically pious in front of. I switched off my computer and followed her out of the building. We look after each other like that as left unchecked we're both likely to carry on working until the caretakers throw us out during the crazy autumn term. Sometimes I think someone should bash our heads together and knock some sense into us - all this unpaid overtime doesn't impress anyone, although it does just about keep our heads above water.
Today had started wet, then been bright, and rained again before the evening sun filtered through the clouds - a recipe for the soft grainy warm yellow light that I saw on the slopes of Carn Brea as I drove home. Although it was just about an hour until sunset, I knew there was time to change quickly, hoping that everything was in the bag and head to Wheal Coates, the nearest coastal focal point on the map. I arrived to a blast of a distinctly chilly onshore breeze coming in from the north and immediately put my raincoat on over the one I was already wearing and tried to reconcile the conditions to the sweltering heat that had found me switching on the office fan just two days earlier. Still, when you can stand and gaze all the way along the coast down to St Ives and beyond just an hour after leaving work, a bit of fresh weather seems a small price to pay.
In my last post I talked about my routine of planning and preparing a shot, often waiting happily for an hour or more before even reaching for the camera. Today there was no time to reach for the unwritten textbook in my head as I hastily assembled the camera on the tripod to catch the yellow path over the sea reach the sunbeams bursting from low cloud on the horizon. Things weren't helped when it dawned on me that I'd left my glasses in the car, bringing instead my Ray Bans. Right now I was up there with Stevie Wonder in the looking cool stakes, but I only had a very small advantage over him in discerning what was happening on the three inch screen in front of me. It's not the first time I've done this when I've been in a bit of a hurry to get to a location.
Normally I stay well after sunset, most of the way through the blue hour watching the light fall and the colours fade into the darkness, but this evening it was too cold to hang around and gaze at nature's beauty. I headed home, to soon be passed by an escaped horse running in the direction of St Agnes, followed at a judicious distance by a conscientious driver with her hazard lights on. When I got home I phoned the police for the first time in my life to report the antics of our equine friend. They already knew and were on the way. Hope they got there in time to lead it to safety.
Nestled in the heart of Islamabad, the breathtaking Margalla Hills offer a serene escape into nature. With lush green trails, panoramic views, and diverse wildlife, these mountains are a haven for hikers, photographers, and adventure lovers. Whether you're exploring the famous Trail 3 or enjoying the sunrise at Daman-e-Koh, Margalla Hills never fail to mesmerize. 🌿️
Is photography art? Of course, like painting, photography is able to engage, inspire and evoke emotions in the recipient.
In the other hand, Yann Arthus-Bertrand said: “The earth is art; the photographer is only a witness.” I'm as a fine art photographer trying to capture most iconic landmarks in a unique and fresh way to inspire you to see this beautiful world we live in.
Seeing through the lens the abstract and wonderful world of Antelope Canyon, you can understand how the light reflects off the walls, filling the shadows, and the colors radiate holiness from the rocks. The captivating beauty of these sandstone canyons awakens the senses and inspires the spirit. The whole scene has a magical glow created by the light of the canyon.
Smooth, sensuous lines and vibrant abstract colors make this canyon a stunning and astonishing shooting location.
The red light of the canyon casts a glow that only the camera can capture. It's like another world in the frame. The canyon looks like it was carved out by a Master craftsman. So it really is, and this amazing masterpiece revealed to our admiring eyes!
What do you see in this masterpiece of nature and what feelings does it evoke in you?
It's a joy to share my favorite images with you as an art form and to bring peaceful feelings and good memories to your home. I do any kind of art prints and you can check it here: www.etsy.com/shop/AlexDahovPhoto
This would be greatly appreciated, and thank you for supporting the local arts.
"One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs
And the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls"--Saeb-e-Tabrizi
The title of Khaled Hosseini's book A Thousand Splendid Suns is based on this poem by the 17th century Persia poet Tabrizi...
Looking back... she was sitting on the river bench, but I didn't found out, what caught her attention.
Wheal Coates was busier than I’d have liked it to be. It is the start of half term I suppose, and on the previous day I’d already witnessed the evidence of a massed cavalcade of fun seekers heading along the A30 towards our far flung corner of the country as I’d tried to make my own short journey east towards a wet and windy Ladock Wood. The approach to Wheal Coates entails a stretch of single lane tarmac where it’s normal to have to pull in for the odd passing car and exchange of the quintessentially British “thank you” waves as you make your way along it. Even in summer I generally only have to stop a couple of times. Yesterday no less than ten cars decided to travel in the opposite direction as I tried to make progress along it. I even had to reverse twice. One of the beneficiaries of my generosity didn’t even bother to wave. Quietly unimpressed I continued.
When I arrived in the small car park it seemed even more full than at any time I saw it in July or August. A father chided his son for unidentifiable reasons as they approached the car right next to where I had parked. I decided to stay put until their squabble was done and they were on the way to wherever they were going as the latest of the bands of rains that had been passing throughout the day came straight over us. At least the light looked promising. Finally deciding it was safe to leave the car without involuntarily joining anyone else’s domestic troubles I headed down the main path, taking a right hand turn to a place where I fancied I’d find some space to myself.
Unfortunately, the spot I settled on for my composition guaranteed that the isolation I always look for wasn’t going to happen. Wheal Coates always attracts both locals and visitors along its web of clifftop paths, and I’d set my tripod up next to the South West Coast Path itself. I’d arrived with the intention of looking for some strong foreground interest to work with my wide angle lens, but was immediately drawn to the spray drifting over huge rocks in the sea a few miles along the coast, which found me reaching for the telephoto instead. Within moments the light changed for the better and the girl in the wellies, accompanied by an older companion with a dog yards behind her strolled into the scene. As the opportunity to catch a moment thudded somewhere between my ears it struck me that I only wanted a single figure in the foreground, and with the camera off the tripod I had to go for a quick, handheld composition before the rest of the party joined her. I soon forgot the shot as the light intensified with a dark bluish cloud complementing the sunlit orange tones in the foreground heather – that almost sounds as if I know what I’m on about.
The stream of humans continued, a young chap engaging me on the subject of art and photography before racing off to find his easel so he could paint St Agnes Beacon. Later I was joined by another local photographer, who asked if he could set up next to me. I learned to my surprise that he was a dairy farmer with a herd of 400 cows and lived next to Ladock Wood, the scene of my previous photo taken a day earlier. I was amazed that he found time for any hobbies at all. I think he was too. Sadly for him he’d missed the best of the light, the sun sinking behind a bank of ominous slate grey cumulus and with no apparent intention of reappearing for the rest of the evening.
And so I returned home to review my images, deciding that this one with the sea spray spreading over the cliffs was the one to share with you. The trouble was that it wasn’t level – I often struggle with horizons – and when I tried to straighten it the girl in the wellies ended up right at the edge of the frame. So I had to move her. Not bodily you understand – we hadn’t been properly introduced and there’s a pandemic on as you’re probably aware. I’d never tried this before and in truth my Photoshop skills are more or less non-existent. But somehow I blundered my way through yet another hack and lifted her up and moved her five yards along the path. I’d rather not have done this, but very occasionally you just have to. It doesn’t seem to be that much of an untruth when some people routinely use sky replacement tools in their final images – although I should add there’s nothing wrong with that if it’s what works for you. It's all about choice - it's just that I won't be doing it because to me, photos are about moments, memories and feelings.
Content that she was now more comfortably positioned I looked closer into the image and saw people everywhere. Usually I prefer to cull unwanted participants in my images, but as I was about to hit the content aware fill command on the first group I hesitated. They were part of the story after all, I reasoned. And so they’ve stayed just where I found them - enjoying a Sunday stroll on a wind blown Cornish clifftop.