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Scaleber Force (also known as Scaleber Foss and Scaleber Waterfall), is a 40-foot (12 m) high waterfall on Stockdale Beck, later the Long Preston Beck, that feeds into the River Ribble between Settle and Long Preston in North Yorkshire, England.
Was scrolling back through the photo roll on my tablet the other night. Love doing this periodically as it helps connect me with my recent past. The photos represent almost anything and everything that occurs in my daily life. Some of it artistic, some just banal snippets and snapshots. But collectively it forms the tapestry that is my life. These photos help me remember things much more clearly than they otherwise would be if left to my aging memory. I've taken to using inexpensive photo processing apps on the tablet. Not to supplant my usual Photoshop work. But more to augment it. Each app brings a different look, and helps me see my work in a different light. Moreover, processing g on a tablet breaks me free of being bound to a desktop computer. It's a more causal and relaxed approach that often better suits my mindset. Particularly in the evening when I tend to shun computers. Anyway I was delighted to come across a series of photos on the tablet that I had thought were lost to a recent hard drive failure. These were from a session with model Katie back in autumn. I had done some creative processing some time back, and had simply forgotten about the exported images. This one really jumped out at me. The app created a rather shocking vision, even by my standards. It brought back an eerie vibe I picked up during the original shoot. A gifted artist in her own right, Katie appears in her everyday life as perfectly normal grad student. But the vintage clothing and the dreary setting of dead field corn transformed her into a wraith-like apparition. At times the photo session almost felt secondary to the dark vision that had sprung completely from imagination. The processing needed to be as compelling as the actual scene. Once you go this far, it's pointless to pull punches. This image totally summed up the mood. For me it's a delightfully dark blend of vintage photo, ghost picture, and scene from a horror film.
I was looking for some information and Googled this waterfall near Askrigg. This is what I found...
'Whitfield Gill Force just over half a mile from Mill Gill is a rugged boulder strewn gill with a drop of 25 feet. The view of the fall at the end of the path is obstructed by trees and to get a better view you will need to scramble down a steep slope not very safe after rain.' Source: www.walkingwiththetaxidriver.co.uk/the-walks/yorkshire-da...
They're aren't kidding! It is indeed a difficult waterall to get to and I had to pick my way very carefully over boulders and fallen trees; it would be easy to get a turned ankle here. The fall itself isn't very easy to photograph as it's very high with the spray immediately misting my lens - plus some balancing acts going on to stay upright whilst photographing it! I soon retreated back into the gill itself which was strewn with lots of lovely gems of photo opportunities, especially in autumn. In this picture you can just see the waterfall itself in the background. It was a magical place to be though.
Also, on the way back I did take a bit of a tumble and came precariously close to the edge of the ravine that I'd just walked back out of. I had wobbly legs of fear walking back to Askrigg! ;-)
Probably not for the faint hearted this place but if you're a little bit adventurous worth a visit with the camera (and maybe a friend!) :-)
Almost reduced to a trickle by the summer drought, Summerhill Force on the Bow Lee Beck in Teesdale.
Final flight for this workhorse of the Belgium Air Force. 47 years since it was produced, it served all over the world but mainly in Africa. On finals 25L to please the planespotters and performing a low pass.
2020 Weekly Alphabet Challenge, Week 6, F for Force
The miniature (smaller than half a cm) female flowers of the Common Hazel are appearing while the male catkins are almost at their end. Much too early this year, the warmest January and February so far, let's hope the force of nature will be able to overcome the climate change disasters.
A snowy scene and black and white are made for each other. All alone on the south side viewing gallery for High Force. It’s nicely railed balcony now, I don’t know when the rails were added but I can remember 20 years they weren’t here it was just an airy perch then. It was a hard trek wading through the snow to get there the only footprints were mine, but I was not quiet alone on the balcony as a tame little robin came to share my lunch, the same robin I bet that did the same trick on Christmas Eve when I was here with the grandchildren.
A volte, l'unico modo per fermare Mauro...
One, two, three, four..
yeah i feel like a force of nature
could make you sing like a bird released
if what you seek is a wise mans treasure
you know it's buried beneath your feet
you know you look like a faded picture
i see the cracks freezing on your skin
and as the world slowly turns it hits ya
that the thieves of the night are coming tol take you in
you're smokin all my stash
but burning all my cash
i bet ya knew right away
it's all over town
as the suns going down
and the days of your easy life
i bet ya knew right away
ya hope ya don't know where it's at
it's all over town
as the suns going down
and it's high time to pray
yeah i feel like a force of nature
could make you sing like a bird released
if what you seek is a wise mans treasure
Caught the big bird on departure from Detroit Metro Airport today. Lucky guess on the runway route for departure. Because of the scenery, this is where I wanted it to happen.
France, Région Auvergne-Rhône-Alpes, département du Rhône, Lyon, Quais de Saône, Quai Paul Sedallian
April 09, 2015
"We sit in the mud... and reach for the stars." - Ivan Turgenev
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I was wondering a muddy field after doing my groceries this evening and came across this; not entirely sure why parts of the greens have been painted green but I can only image that someone is so desperate for spring that they've taken to painting this town colourful.
Honestly, with snow falling last night I can't blame them. Winter just won't give up this year and spring cannot seem to win the battle! It was chilly again today and I regretted my choice to be stubborn and refuse a winter coat, gloves and a hat while out in the field; without a lot of coverage, the wind was fierce. But I survived and it helped me appreciate the warmth of my house a little more.
Hope everyone has had a good day.
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