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The fiddlehead ferns are just popping up in the arboretum by my house. I love shooting them in the early stages of opening.
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Bow Fiddle Rock, Portknockie, at sunset.
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My dog was chasing frogs, and had made this frog exile to our pond. It remained perfectly still after.
Still love the 40mm.
Drive Train (Ed Howe, fiddle; Stuart Kenney, bass, banjo; Bennett Konesni, guitar), performing at Maine Fiddle Camp, August 9, 2022.
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Alas, I have been distracted by a new instrument...
Cameras are amazing. This was a completely impromptu shot. I was playing at my desk, saw the light and placed the camera on the desk, set the timer and took 1 shot. I wish playing was so easy...
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These ferns grow in our shade garden. They are difficult to contain in an area, they will grow right under garden walls to pop up outside...
The fiddle heads are edible and taste a bit like asparagus.
A classic view - the strong angular shape of Bow Fiddle with rock-pools in the foreground, Portknockie.
Seven shots with 85mm vertical. Needed two more to achieve a 3:1 format but this is all the room the setting gave me. A wide angle image just didn’t do it justice.
Bow Fiddle Rock, Portknockie at sunset.
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New ferns emerging in the garden.
In the woods at this time of year you see them amongst the Bluebells - so I wrote a poem.
I set sail on a honey scented sea of blue
to rest a while, what's that! here they come
uprooted, grabbing me by the hand to sing
and dance with this band of fiddle heads.
The Oak disapproves not the Beech, it rejoices,
I'm scolded by the Wren and I'm back where I started.
Sorry my friend I was lost in thought!
Bow Fiddle Rocks, Portknockie, Moray Coast, Scotland
XE2 samyang 12mm @F2 iso 1600 25sec exp
full moon and light painting
Seen at Acadian Culture Center in Lafayette, Louisiana.
Cajun fiddle music is a part of the American fiddle music canon. It is derived from the music of southwest Louisiana and southeast Texas, as well as sharing repertoire from the Quebec and Cape Breton Island traditions. It is one of the few extant North American folk music traditions rooted in French chanson. According to Ron Yule, "Louisiana fiddling had its birth roots in Europe, with fiddling being noted as early as the 1400s in Scotland". Zydeco music is a geographically, culturally, and musically related style. Read more...
Hey this isn't the best quality photo ever - partly due to the fact that I didn't have time to set up - I just heard the scream of this little stroker and turned the camera on for a quick snap. I think its fairly sharp - I can read the lettering - its just grainy.
I like it, though, because it just sums up what my late teens was like.
Firstly, when I had a pedal bike I used to dream of getting a motorcycle - so I used to watch any that went by - a bit like this lad who had obviously pedalled hard to get to this point - as it is a hard slog from either the Buxton or Macclesfield ends of the Cat and Fiddle.
Secondly, my first motorcycle was a small capacity two stroke with a Learner's "L Plate" on - with drum brakes on the front and back.
The lad on the Yamaha then did a couple of fly pasts of the (now closed and abandoned, sadly) Cat and Fiddle pub - a bit like I used to do.
Jeans and desert boots - snap.
Memories.
I hope the lad on the Yamaha has as much fun on bikes as I have over the last 40 years or so.
That little Yamaha is over 25 years old now, so it is nice to see that it is still running well - it sounded great. No front mudguard though - oops - plus those front forks must be a bit floppy with no bracing. No indicators either. I think it’s probably fair to say that back in the day plenty of kids used to take a liberal interpretation of what was and wasn’t needed to comply with this that and the other.
Lovers of this kind of thing might like to take a peek at two of my Flickr albums:-
Two Strokes
and
davekpcv's Yamaha set
I made the journey from Inverness to Portknockie yesterday to try and capture Bow Fiddle Rock at sunset. The weather was promising when I left Inverness but by the time I arrived at Portknockie heavy clouds had gathered so there was nothing else to do but have a coffee. Coffee seemed to do the trick and the clouds cleared away allowed a sunset of sorts. Sunset and high tide took place at the same time so keeping the gear dry from the waves was a challange at times (as was keeping dry myself). If you can, it is well work visiting this rock as it is fairly unique and also very accessible from the village.