View allAll Photos Tagged finding
Just before 1000 I set off up to the ridge as the others were nowhere to be seen. I managed to get lost once before finding the correct route and then Peter.
This proved to be easily the most successful day of the organised trip for me, with lots of great insects. I missed getting photos of some good ones, but photographed many I loved.
I do like these underwing butterflies and this photo is one of my best of one this trip. I am not certain I have the correct ID. My previous Eurybia dardus ahd far less orange at the back.
We had a weekend in Borrowdale recently, a Christmas present that we tagged a day on to. After calling at work on Saturday morning to open for business we headed up the motorway to Penrith. The road through the central lakes was washed away in the recent floods and it is going to be a long job replacing it. This made the diverted journey around 145 miles but we had a good run up there. We wanted to get walking ASAP so we pulled in at Threlkeld with a view to heading up Clough Head, and subject to conditions, head over the Dodds and back by the Old Coach Road. We had left appalling weather at home, wind, rain, fog and sleet on the tops. Thankfully it was better further north. There was laying snow on the summits, it was fairly calm low down and some summits were cloud free.
We left the car at 11.10 in our winter gear, straight up through the quarries and the steep scree slope (another Red Screes), by now we were into the snow line. The cloud was down, the wind gale force and the summit frozen hard – a different world up here. South next to Calfhow Pike, the wind made it difficult to talk and it was around -4 so the there was a fair wind-chill factor. It was tough going to our next top – Great Dodd, part of the Helvellyn massif – It was to icy to walk in places which meant deviating from the path, and losing our bearings, visibility was around ten yards with spindrift creating a whiteout at times. We battled on to the top and found the summit cairn. Great Dodd isn’t the easiest top to find your way off in low visibility, we would have gone further but in these conditions it was pointless so we retraced our steps to Calfhow and clear conditions. From here we followed Mosedale beck to Mariel Bridge, which is on the Old Coach Road, this gave us a circular route back to our start. The Old Coach Road has been wrecked by the floods and the 4x4 off roaders are making it a lot worse. 9.25 miles in 3 ¼ hours and we were in Brysons Tearooms in Keswick for Coffee and cake by 3.45pm. We carried on to Borrowdale and checked in at our hotel, not a bad day really.
After a poor night in a poor bed we were breakfasted and out for 8.30. We drove the few miles up to Seatoller and we were kitted up and away at 9.10. A bitterly cold and icy morning, there was some sun but not as much as promised. We could see the summit of Great End covered in cloud, we were heading up there on to the Sca Fell massif. We followed the valley to the east of Seathwaite Fell, a new path for us. Once in the snow the going was very icy with the path ice covered in places. The snow was dry and powdery and in places it had blown over the underlying ice. At this point I might add, we do own crampons. After a winter of splashing around soaked we didn’t expect to need them and they were at home – very clever! This was our first real winters day this winter, other than an hour on Sca Fell Pike on Christmas Day, we haven’t seen winter conditions this winter. By the time we got to Esk Hause it was difficult to stay upright and on our way to Great End we had to pick our way very carefully around the worst of the ice. The spindrift made it difficult to see the ground at times, spinning around our feet in a mist. Once on the summit the cloud was thick and the wind speed high. We had been here fairly recently so I knew the layout of the summit and we had little difficulty finding the summit cairn. We were cursing our lack of crampons and the cloud. Instead of heading into the cloud along the Sca Fell Pike path we decided to get under the cloud, back to Esk Hause and head over Allen Crags and Glaramara. At this point we both took some heavy falls, as did others up there, a lot turned around and headed back down, it was deadly. The cloud had thickened, there wasn’t a ray of sun to soften things. Our chosen route was one of the hardest afternoons we had ever had. Everywhere was frozen solid, we had to kick toe or heel holes to move on slopes that we wouldn’t have broken stride on normally. Minor rock scrambles down steep crags had become life threatening in places and we proceeded with extreme care. The knees were creaking on the long descent to Seathwaite. 10.3 miles in six hours, almost half the speed of yesterday. We made it Keswick for afternoon tea – and bought some Micro Spikes for unfinished business to deal with tomorrow. A beautiful day was forecast so fingers crossed we headed back for a soak in the tub.
Day three, a gorgeous icy, sunny winters day. Things looked promising. We left along yesterday’s route at the same start time – with walking poles and Micro Spikes! At the top of the valley we met a guy who had set off before us, two guys known to him were picking their way through the crags, tiny specks on the 800 foot rocky crag. Some appeared to have tried to climb the snow filled chimney that runs to the summit but we heard later that conditions weren’t suitable. Even though it was minus four the sun had softened the snow just enough to get a grip and it was easier to avoid the worst of the ice, unlike yesterday. The summit of Great End was incredible with never ending vistas. We could see a steady stream of walkers on every path by now. Word had got out that we were in for a rare treat today, plus it was school half term so a lot of people were off work. I visited every possible viewpoint as we went to the summit of Ill Crag , Broad Crag and finally Sca Fell Pike. It was 1.00 PM by now and a steady stream of elated walkers were arriving on England’s highest point. It was bitter but beautiful. We had around five miles back to the car along the Corridor Route to Styhead, Stockley Bridge and Seathwaite. Part of this route we had covered recently on Christmas Day and despite the snow and ice we powered along. We would have been back in two hours but! A mile from the car, following the manmade path down Taylorgill Force to Stockley Bridge Jayne Stumbled. It’s not often she walks in front. I normally lead and relay instructions and warnings back to her. She hit the rock path with her head and face really hard, stunned, she rolled off the path over a drop. She was vertical, resting on a rock on her knees and clinging on to the edge of the path with her fingertips. I grabbed her rucksack and held her whilst I checked her injuries. She had a bad bump on her temple, another on her forehead, split the bridge or her nose, her glasses had gone flying but would straighten. Being left handed she had stuck her left hand out and it had been bent back, it was swelling and discolouring pretty fast. When I had established that nothing was serious enough to stop her moving I got her back on to the path to see to her injuries. The pain initially made her think that she was in a worse state than ( I thought) she really was. She could move her fingers and wrist, albeit with some pain but not enough for it to be broken. The wound to the bridge of her nose although very painful wasn’t going to be a problem. The bumps on her head were turning into eggs by now. I gave her Ibuprofen and Paracetemol and she sat and composed herself for the final mile. We made it to the café in Keswick and got a slightly later afternoon break, our first of the day again. 11.3 miles today in 6 ¼ hours and fairly tough going. It was nothing more than a careless, tired perhaps, stumble on one of the horrible ( our own opinion, I might add) manmade paths made out of irregular stones which are laid at odd angles and are a nightmare to descend when wet on tired legs. A few days later and Jayne is sat on reception at the doctors looking like she’s been boxing, with a purple eye and nose, her left hand swollen and purple – otherwise she’s OK. I came down with mild food poisoning during the night and had to drive 145 miles home at 8.00 the morning after feeling extremely ill. I was due to start fasting for a Colonoscopy in three days. I ended up eating six slices of toast over a four day period – Monday evening to Thursday evening- Having had over 40 stomach endoscopies in twenty years the colonoscopy was nothing more than uncomfortable and , subject to biopsy results, everything looked OK. The trapped wind was another matter – for two days! All in all a very traumatic week. Needless to say we didn’t use the Micro Spikes.
This is one of many images created to reflect the content for numerous CREST guides and blogs.
You can view all CREST guides here:
crestresearch.ac.uk/category/resources/guides/
And check out our blogs here: crestresearch.ac.uk/category/comment/
We had a lot of out-takes. But I don't hate all of them.
Dan saw this and said "..oh god. we need new pictures."
hahah.
The shape of her soul is a square.
She knows this to be the case
because she sometimes feels its corners
pressing sharp against the bone
just under her shoulder blades
and across the wings of her hips.
At one time, when she was younger,
she had hoped that it might be a cube,
but the years have worked to dispel
this illusion of space. So that now
she understands: it is a simple plane:
a shape with surface, but no volume—
a window without a building, an eye
without a mind.
- Young Smith, She Considers the Dimensions of Her Soul excerpt (full version here (and I highly recommend it)
EDIT: There is a link within the poem that allows you to view it on black. Just saying.
“When I see this photograph, I find myself feeling scared, confused, all of the above, wanting to say someone help me, remembering the time where I didn’t have a worry in the world, having the reaction that maybe I’m not okay and maybe I need to have a little bit more happiness in my life, wanting to ask how will I find that little bit more of happiness.”
“When I explore this photograph, I think its message for me is to be more open and know that it’s okay to express how I feel, it makes me think about the time when I was a little girl and was free to do or say anything, or my response to it is confused and I think this is probably because I really don’t know how I’m feeling.”
“If I were to title this photo, I would call it helplessness and sorrow.”
“If this photo were to be able to teach me a lesson, it would be that it’s okay to not be okay and it’s even more okay to let someone know how you’re feeling inside.”
“If I could give this photo as a gift to someone, I would give it to my mom, because of all the things she sacrifices for me, I know she would be able to relate to my feelings.”
Harry Yeff, Artist, United Kingdom; Cultural Leaderspeaking during the Session "Finding Your Voice" at the World Economic Forum - Annual Meeting of the New Champions in Tianjin, People's Republic of China 2018. Copyright by World Economic Forum / Jakob Polacsek
Being the type of person that doesn’t sit still much, I’m always busy. Recently however, I’ve been feeling busy, which doesn’t happen often to me no matter how much I have to do in my day. When I get this way I have trouble finding my creativity. Not taking time to notice some of the intricate beauty around me is what bogs me down. Yesterday morning after working for a few hours I looked out the window and noticed the beautiful morning; the sun was shining and a heavy frost made everything shine. I took twenty minutes to head outside and take some photos and it made all the difference.
SO MANY STINGRAYS — In "Finding Dory," memories of her past are sparked for forgetful blue tang Dory when a stingray migration whizzes by her. Featuring the voices of Ellen DeGeneres, Albert Brooks, Ed O'Neill, Kaitlin Olson, Ty Burrell, Eugene Levy and Diane Keaton, “Finding Dory” swims into theaters June 17, 2016. ©2016 Disney•Pixar. All Rights Reserved.
Being the type of person that doesn’t sit still much, I’m always busy. Recently however, I’ve been feeling busy, which doesn’t happen often to me no matter how much I have to do in my day. When I get this way I have trouble finding my creativity. Not taking time to notice some of the intricate beauty around me is what bogs me down. Yesterday morning after working for a few hours I looked out the window and noticed the beautiful morning; the sun was shining and a heavy frost made everything shine. I took twenty minutes to head outside and take some photos and it made all the difference.
Harry Yeff, Artist, United Kingdom; Cultural Leaderspeaking during the Session "Finding Your Voice" at the World Economic Forum - Annual Meeting of the New Champions in Tianjin, People's Republic of China 2018. Copyright by World Economic Forum / Jakob Polacsek
Journaling finding balance;
Last year has been very turbulent year. At first we heard that we were expecting. A joyful moment! Than we heard we expecting twins..That was joyful as well as the beginning of a big change in all our lives. The house we live in is not big in enough for 2 adults and 5 children, so we need to move. We’ve looked at a hundred houses, but none of them were good enough for our family so we decided to gamble…and subscribe to a yet to be build house. Luck was on our side because we got the house of our choice. Now all we need to do is wait until the house is finished at decorate. Like that is an easy task. The multiple pregnancy was not that easy. Pregnancy didn’t agree with me this time. The first trimester I was to sick and tired. The second trimester I had to work real hard and was home late. The third trimester, I was not able to do anything because I became ill. I got toxemia and because the complications of toxemia can be so severe they hospitalized me. I was out of my element. I lost my balance.
After the babies were born, I couldn’t walk; my pelvis is out of balance.
Because of that I have to ask people to help me take care of my children and my home and I’m not used to doing that..And I don’t like to admit I’m not capable of doing thing on my own..That really through me of balance.
Having twins also means a change in the way we can spend our money. Our balance-sheet is out of balance.
Being a mother of three also makes me question my line of work. Do I realy like doing it? Wouldn’t I be a nicer, more easygoing person if I just perused my dreams? Having 3 kids makes me question my right to be my own person, simply because there is little time left to be my own person. I’m a wife, I’m a mother, I’m a mistress, I’m a child, I’m a sister, I’m someone’s best friend too and I just to be all that! I’m all that, I just can’t seem to combine them all in the way that I used to. I lost my balance
So to answer the question; who do I want to be? I don’t want to be anyone else. I just like a new and improved me. I want to be healthy again; I want to be thin again. I need more time to spend with my children, a specially the oldest one. I need to spend more quality time with my husband. I need to be me again. Just little old me…but then completely balanced.
Afrojack på Findings Festival fredag 29. mai 2015. Les anmeldelse av konserten her. Foto: Tom Øverlie, NRK P3
I more or less took a photo of every attraction I went on or visited. Sometimes more than one, and I missed a couple of things, but meh.
Because the ears.