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This storm passed through Benalla at about 6.30 pm on Thursday. Initially the whole sky took on an amazing pink glow, then the dark storm clouds came. Unfortunately the storm caused much damage in the north-east, wiping out whole caravan parks in the neighbouring town of Yarrawonga. There were many trees down in our district as a result.
I'm already missing the foggy Thanksgiving week. I love liminal space & photographs that play with it.
This year in particular has been a constant battle between wanting to get up and accomplish something and feeling so drained that that only stays a mindset!
The safe cocoons we’ve built this year whilst being cosy, I’m finding to be a detriment to my motivation. I’m fed up of feeling lethargic, the overwhelming sense that engulfs me saying you don’t need to put any energy towards the things that I love, that I want to do and make happen but ultimately I end up drowning in.
This is the first shoot I’ve done outside since October last year and it’s taking months of mustering up the energy to physically do it! I normally jump at the chance and I will do again soon!
Is anyone else feeling lethargic in general this year? How are you coping? What’s your best strategy for combatting the feeling?
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These are photos that I took of a storm rolling in. Remarkably, these pics just seem to fit together. Only rain was produced from this storm. These photos were taken mid-August 2006 in Midland, Texas.
All images © Rich Clark 2014.
The recent storms we've been experiencing in the UK have provided a myriad of opportunities for a vast array of striking, epic and often tragic images. We have seen images of destruction, of the raw power of nature and wonderful winter scenes shot with the added bonus of dark forboding skies, in ever changing light.
I grew up in far flung places such as Mauritius, Cameroon and Hong Kong where I experienced great variations in extreme weather. You know you have been in a real storm when you can feel your 20 story apartment sway ever so much in gusts of up to 140mph as I did during Typhoon Ellen in 1983.
I remember comforting our large Alsatian 'Wolf' under the coffee table back in 1977, aged 4 in Mauritius. Wolf howled inside as a severe Cyclone howled outside.
I've always felt that sense of both excitement and trepidation at the sheer force of nature. I'm drawn to the Coast at the best of times but storms increase that magnetism. Nowhere is this sense of excitement more acute than when you experience the sheer power of the ocean at close quarters. Thankfully apart from a spot of (foolhardy) post Typhoon Surfing in Hong Kong, I've really only experienced the raw power of the ocean from dry land. Which is how I'd like it to remain. As much as I love Turner's treatment of the ocean I have no intention whatsoever to tie myself to the mast of a ship to better 'capture' a storm at sea.
I didn't really get a chance to be where I wanted during the recent weather but I managed to sneak out a few times and just sit for a few hours and marvel at the ocean.
If you feel the need to 'wave watch' please be sensible and take the necessary precautions. The ocean at its fiercest is so unpredictable and I've seen people take some very dangerous risks. If you want some photos take a longer lens and stay well back.
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Went for a long walk after work and ended uptown, in between the rain showers I got this shot of St Patrick's Cathedral.
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On the flipside of this
sign, Charlie - a fixture of
the Venice Beach boardwalk
populace - had inscribed
a more
forboding, sober message -
and then the flip,
and then the truth with
a smile: this. The man wants
to drink a cold one. Can you
blame him?
Storm chaser Andrew Arnold looks up into a supercell's rotating updraft in western Nebraska during Vortex 2 on June 5, 2009. This storm had previously produced a tornado in eastern Wyoming -- and the cloud overhead was producing a funnel cloud only five minutes before this was taken. As a storm chaser, I'm a bit of a scardy-cat in that I don't usually like to allow rotating updrafts to slide directly overhead (even when they look this disorganized) -- but Project Vortex 2 featured a large number of mobile doppler radar trucks which constantly scanned the sky looking for rotation, acting as an early warning system of sorts.
Second roll of Arista EDU 100. This time pushed to 400 and some use of yellow filter for extra contrast. It holds up pretty well.
Bob Wondries Ford dealer has either moved or went out of business, but the dealership, lot, and sign remains. At night, the electricity is still on. But its entirely deserted. It is close to perfectly maintained. No weeds in the parking lot, sign is in good condition. All lights function. Just a forboding sense of emptiness.
Film: Arista EDU Pan pushed to 400
Camera: Nikon FE2
brain damage, pink floyd, 1973
The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
the lunatics are in the hall
the paper holds their folded faces to the floor
and every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
and if there is no room upon the hill
and if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
you raise the blade, you make the change
you rearrange me ' till I'm sane
you lock the door
and throw away the key
there's someone in my head but it's not me
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
you shout and no one seems to hear
and if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
Darth Vaders Last Kiss
Darth Vader's romance- an untold tragedy one all to common in the dark times of the destructive conflict...
Acrylic on panel 48 x 48
June 2011
"El Malpais" means "badlands", so named by Spanish explorers and settlers for the rugged, forboding volcanic landscape veined with sharp, jagged lava tubes, and steep calderas. El Malpais National Conservatory (or Monument--I've seen it listed both ways) preserves this strangely beautiful area south of Grants, New Mexico.
The small yet forboding shadow of Bodiam Castle. As I was in the area already, I just had to take a glimpse of this picturesque castle on my return back to London from Leeds Castle.
The top floor window.
Located in Mittagong, the Tooth and Co brewery has been abandonded since 1981, closed due to fire damage and rising costs. Inside the forboding exterior facade, the two remaining buildings have a number of floors, several of which are difficult to reach. Colourful graffiti covers many surfaces, and some stairs and entire floors are missing. Despite this, it was a delight to explore and photograph.
Yet another temple in Fengdu, China. This one caught my eye where several of the others did not. We were on a trail that was roof level and thus gave us a much better perspective on the intracacies of this mult-level structure. I just think that the detail and the overall architecture is intriguing. The sky was a forboding aspect as well.
Tree plantation at Highland Forest in Fabius, New York. Highland Forest was a working tree farm before it became a park in the early 1900's to help build American homes and industry.
This photo was shot from the ridge above McINtyre Creek in Whitehorse, Yukon. The wind was howling at the time, whipping up sand and making is hard to stand still. The clouds looked ominous as well, leading one to wonder at what was coming.
I shot this, handheld (thank goodness for IBIS) with the Olympus OM-D E-M1 and M.Zuiko 7-14mm f/2.8 Pro. The original was produced in colour, but I edited the RAW image in Lightroom, making it a B&W, which I felt, helped to communicate the ominous sky and forboding looking weather much more effectively. Aperture was set to f/6.3 to add depth of field to the expansive landscape below, while critical focus was centred on the tree to the right foreground.
This photo was shot near Hoxie, Kansas on April 24th, 2008. In the distance you can see, at left, a wall cloud, with a rear flank downdraft kicking up dirt to the left and the darkness of the precipitation of the forward flank downdraft at right. We followed this storm all the way to Hill City, running into the DOW caravan on the way. It never produced a tornado (that we could see), but it was a heck of a good chase for April.
I know that this title makes no sense, but I had a very emotional day and I'm still not completely over it... The title of this song was fitting for what I was feeling about my day...
The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me till Im sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
Theres someone in my head but its not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band youre in starts playing different tunes
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon
Some pigeons contemplating flight over the River Derwent near the Industrial Museum in Derby.
I'm hoping to buy a monopod that should make my pictures a little clearer in the near future.
Meet Steve, a 1940's re-enactor and staunch fan of Lincoln City Football Club. He has an identical twin brother who is also a 1940's (Axis) re-enactor.
I approached Steve with a view to coaxing him into a spot of drama (to match his attire) and I was able to achieve exactly that. I moved us into an area of open shade in order to allow us some kind, even light. The background- consisting as it does of an English castle wall- works well to provide an imposing, forboding impression of a fortress. Think Colditz.
Finally then, I'm beginning to give more thought to my backgrounds.
I used neither a reflector nor my 50mm portrait lens here, but I'm still chuffed with the result. The fact that it was a bright, sunny day definitely helped avoid too many photographic compromises.
I'm pleased to say that Steve was very happy with the shot when I sent it to him over the internet.
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On a gloomy (but warm) day of passing showers, 4473 poses at Bombo. There is a large swell in the background surf.
It was the official first day of Autumn, but it seemed to forbode more of what we received in our wettest summer!
A bit gloomy and eerie up on Black Mountain this morning, even the lough was dead calm and the low cloud made it all look a bit forboding.
Sustainable energy en route to Windscale nuclear facility...
Pentax Spotmatic, 105mm Super Takumar, Fuji Sensia 100
This is the same as the previous photo with the flag pole removed. Yup, it's lots better. Thanks, Shenxy!
I dedicate my 275th photo to all my dear photography friends, may your art florish and may you make a difference in Man's soul.
After first seeing this on the Lamley website sometime back in 2015 I then spent weeks trawling my nearest Morrisons stores searching out for one until I finally got lucky. Thereafter they were fairly easy to find and of course they later appeared in minimal quantities at Poundland. Small scale limousines have very rarely featured in the Matchbox line up and this perhaps is its finest even though its subject matter is restricted to its presidential status rather than just a general limo. Modelled directly on the Cadillac "One" its debut colour could only have been black giving it a fairly sleek but forboding appearance which also ensures its lack of an interior isn't really an issue. Wonderful chrome disc wheels and full tampo treatment. This is one of the original ones I bought from Morrisons back in January 2016. Mint and boxed.
Day Two of my week-long course on the 10th Floor. Looking out of the window at all the surrounding buildings you would be forgiven for just seeing a concrete sprall - but I wonder how many windows are visible looking back :)
I dislike cities (preferring smaller towns!) so this HDR showing a menacing sky pretty much portrays my personal fear of them.
The eastern side of the Fading Beauty house shows some of the elegant windows and the upper facade which is evidence of the beautiful details that went into the building of this place.Surely the owners of this property were successful farmers and built these details into there home to show it.The entrance to the right leads into the badly decaying,but still interesting,kitchen area.
Stormy skies over the sunlit village of Elterwater in the Lake District. The Maple Tree cafe is in the foregound. Elterwater is in the valley of Great Langdale, Cumbria.
brain damage ( www.goear.com/listen.php?v=de5a48e )
The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me till Im sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
Theres someone in my head but its not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band youre in starts playing different tunes
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon