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Sorry I've been MIA.. I've had a bug in my Flickr for the last 6wks..and they finally figured out a workaround..so, it's going to take me a bit to catch up.. but..I think I'm back..LOL.. Thank you to those of you who reached out..have missed you guys so much!!! *hugs*
Cerro Catedral
For two years in a row I have tried to visit the top of this mountain, from which they say there is a privileged view of the Lake and the Andes, but winds of more than 100 km prevented access by tourists using the cable car.
Only the ski slopes were open, especially the trail for beginners and apprentices.
Maybe I'll try again...
It was a thrill of a lifetime to stand in an Alaskan stream filled with salmon and photograph the Coastal brown bears as they charged in swatting and splashing for a meal! In this shot, a younger female gives up the chase and looks into my lens as if it might be my fault that she missed!
If you look to the left of this shot, you can see the red backs of the salmon as they escape.
From the archives and taken on 28 July, 2019 at Katmai National Park, Alaska.
Note: We did find it hysterical that often if they missed, they became so frustrated that they lost control of their bottom lip and it would hang down as pictured here.
I heard the distant cry of a red-tailed hawk. Spotted the large group of crows chasing it in circles in the sky. Here are two of the crows right on the hawk as it is calling.
Grey Heron
Copenhagen, Denmark
I watched this heron for quite some time by a lake, as it failed to find a fish to catch. Finally, it let loose in what seemed to me to be a cry of frustration!
Well my friends WELCOME to 2018 .A year of peace,joy and happiness.
A year made for manifestation and wishes fullfield but also for love,tolerance and kindness.
A year in which for the sake of humanity and of our own happiness we need to remember how to build bridges,unions and relationships instead of breaking them how we did last year.
A year thatt I know it can make all our dreams come true and the world a better place, if we can only stick together in a place of love and positivity and not allow personal fears,frustrations and failures to turn us one against each other.
A year in which I know we can really find the serenity to accept the things we cannot change,the courage to change what can be changed and the wisdom to know the difference if we understand the importance of it.
A year that I know it can become the best one ever no matter the cicumstances if we can only decide that it will be so and hold this decision in our hearths with love and faith all through our daily ups and downs.
Happy New Year!!! my friends.
And much peace&love to
you all!
Lu
Cerro Catedral
For two years in a row I have tried to visit to the top of this mountain, from which they say there is a privileged view of the Lake and the Andes, but winds of more than 100 km prevented access by tourists using the cable car.
Only the ski slopes were open, especially the trail for beginners and apprentices.
Maybe I'll try again...
Tom Waits's opera The Black Rider is not appreciated enough. It is a Faustian Tale of desire and frustration. November www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeAP1KyPDzM
...is what it took to get this result. I just can't get on with Milky Way processing. No matter how many YouTube videos I watch and no matter how many things I try, over and over and over again, I just can't get anything I am pleased with. No idea where I am going wrong. Tearing my hair out, will be bald soon. I like a challenge, but this is more like beating my head against a wall. Such is the curse of perfectionism! Totally fed up...
I almost dread when a totally clear sky happens here, and it happens infrequently on Skye. I just have to brave the freezing cold and get out there - hoping against hope that things will be better this time but knowing full well I shall just be sobbing at my computer screen again by my miserable attempts at MW processing. Perhaps it would be best to just stay warm at home with a nice (large) shot of single-malt whisky...
This was shot at the Kilchrist church ruin on Skye, a location I first tried almost a year ago (with even worse results).
Until the next time...
By comparison, snail whispering is just so much easier...
when I was shooting this barn I saw the dark sky above the barn and decided another cloud was moving in. when i reviewed it on the screen at home it was clear that it was a patch with no aurora:)
A repost of an image taken nearly two years ago... Reposting because this shot got shortlisted for the Landscape photographer of the year 2011. :-)
It was my first ever "real" competition, and even although I didn't get into the final selects, I'm still really chuffed to have been shortlisted amongst such wonderful photographers and to have been judged by Charlie Waite.
You can see the winning images here and the very talented Angus Clyne was runner up.
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Regular visitors to my stream, will know about my DSLR trials and tribulations.. so I wont bore you... I've had a borrow of a 350 for a wee while... after an initial euphoric return to shooting... I've actually found it incredibly frustrating, and failed miserably to get anything that I'd be even remotely proud of sharing. It's been really demoralising, to the point I actually wondered if it was worth getting a new camera at all!
This morning changed all that... eventually, conditions ( -8 and some new snow), light (dawn breaking through the mist), me (getting the settings right on camera and in focus), all came together, for that 5 or 10 minutes that makes it all SO worthwhile:-)
Highly recommend a look at the large version, if you can.
Also just found out two of my prints have raised £150 so far in a charity auction for Haiti
Followed this guy all around the grounds of Filoli Manor near San Mateo, California, hoping to get him to spread his tail so I could get the shot. He finally disappeared through a hedge where I couldn't follow him. Damn bird.
...unless you live in the UK it's difficult to believe how chaotic life is right now. I have some petrol and as I don't actually need to travel much I am staying put.....but I don't know how much longer people will manage. The ultimate First-World problem I guess. Meanwhile, it's back to some glorious archives, here a stunning evening on Side Pike...and I notice how pyramidal the shadow of Pike O'Blisco looks. Clear air and a dusting of snow, what's not to like....and It'll still be there whenever I can travel.
While photographing animals, I always try to capture the moment where they are looking deep into my eyes to try and ascertain my intent.
Am I friend or foe, when every action and reaction of mine must be calculated to a tee, unless I am just looking for photos of my desired subject’s backside, fleeing my company. For years I have analyzed my actions vs their reactions in the wild. Getting it wrong hundreds of times has provided me volumes of wisdom, filed snugly under the heading of what not to do. Some of my excitement reactions are easy to contain such as not smiling. Having been blessed with a smile that when expressing the highest levels of happiness, shows no teeth is certainly a good thing. In their world, showing teeth is a sure ticket to disappointment and frustration.
It took me a long time…years… to control my eyes, to try not to react to the encounter with any excitement at all, to go deeply into a calm mindset as if seeing an old friend for the first time in years. When considering most everything out there has better eyesight than humans, especially this human! They are looking at fluctuations in my pupils and gauging the millimeters that I open my eyes in excitement, or squint in fear. In many cases, their analysis of any encounter with a human can mean life or death. I am also blessed with internet research that can educate me their mannerisms, actions like a snort, a change in stance, a head shake or vibrating as in the reptile community. Just like in marriage, I need to know when I’m out of line!
It is those moments of soul searching, of communicating intent that I cherish. Getting the shot is like S&H Green Stamps (Really old man reference that may need to be googled by most) is just a nice little extra!
This shot of a Red fox, one of two, was captured along the Teller highway in Alaska north of Nome on 19 August, 2025.
I watched this stag respond to another one bellowing some way off. He decided to head off in the direction of the call and as he got closer the other stag turned away and trotted off. This one bellowed in triumph only for the King of the park who was also in the vicinity to bellow back and this fella realised he was outgunned so he tuned back and headed into the copse from where he came, he then started pawing and thrashing his antlers on the ground in frustration.
I've pictured this landscape so many time in my head! Spirit Island, the beauty of the Rockies. When you are on the Maligne Lake, you have 2 options to get there : rent a canoe or go on a boat tour. Because i am terrible planner, i had to take the boat tour. 30 min each way, and 15min there to see the beautiful place. Unfortunately, i got there at about 1PM, when the sun is at the highest point.. Nightmare for photographs as you get the light reflexion on the water. I often say to my girlfriend Kate, Photography is all about frustration. This one didn't make any exception to the rule. You plan to get the perfect shot, in the perfect angle, but something happens, and you have to change your plan. With the experience i've acquired since i first started my journey with a camera, i would say Photography is also about adaptation. You have to get the best of what you can. You need to adapt yourself to the conditions. And that's exactly what i've tried to do with this shot : i could have done much better and overall it didn't turn out too bad. It's all about experience too : next time i will do better...i will prepare myself better...
HGS class 2216 makes a spirited morning departure from Nur, appearing magically from behind a sizeable steam leak which had many of the party groaning in frustration.
Personally, I don’t worry too much about the odd steam leak - it can lend a mystique to what in this case was a dramatically lit scene.
Punjab Province, Pakistan. December 2021. © David Hill
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Frustration is a common emotional response to opposition, related to anger and disappointment, arising from perceived resistance to the fulfillment of individual will. The greater the obstruction and will, and the more sensitive the individual is to conflict, the greater the likelihood of frustration. The cause of frustration can be internal or external.
#5502 - 2023 Day 23/365: Frustration is an easy emotion to give rein; so ... the less I try the easier it will become, right?
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I do not look at statistics all that often, but I did recently. I saw that just a couple weeks ago or so I had passed 3 million views. Which gave me pause for reflection. I first joined Flickr in 2007. I did not do anything with it for the first year, but as I started figuring out what it was about, I became more active. Since that time, I have shared 1000 photos.
I have enjoyed my interaction with other photographers from all over the world, loved seeing the world through their eyes. I have learned from their work and from their feedback. Awards groups, something not everyone loves, have functioned like small photo contests and have taught me a great deal. I have made friends with people I have never met in person. While not without its frustrations, Flickr has mostly been a positive experience for me, largely because of the photographers I have encountered and the work they have shared.
So thanks, all of you. Thanks for your interest in my work, your encouragement, and for sharing yourselves as you have courageously posted your own work for me to enjoy and learn from.
Here is another shot taken in the Great Smoky Mountains. The Native Americans know these mountains as a spiritually important place and I have to agree with them. I do not get out as much as I would like, but it restores me when I do. I appreciate having a place to share what I find there. Again, thanks to you all.
It hadn’t really been the intention to end up here. We’d only planned on heading up to the small café in the village at the top of the climb out of Porto Moniz to sample the pasteis da nata, washed down with a coffee. The place had been recommended by our host, and we agreed it was a good tip off. The custard filled pastry was delightful, the lady who served us seemed pleased to see us, and in our two words of Portuguese, accompanied by a degree of suitable gesturing we told her we’d return for a second helping later in the week, before exploring the village on foot. Then heading off in the car we examined the miradouros that hover vertiginously over the edges of the cliffs at the northern tip of the Floating Garden, the restless Atlantic rollers breaking over the land hundreds of metres below. For an hour we basked in the sunshine under a clear blue sky, gazing down at the distant and seemingly impossible hamlet of Achadas da Cruz, linked to the rest of the world by a system of cable cars and ancient sheep tracks carved into the near vertical cliffsides. And then we returned to the car to turn left, back down the slopes into Porto Moniz to doze off on a sunny bench beside the ocean. Later we’d dine at one of the restaurants. Maybe I’d have another crack at those seastacks at Janela, or the waves that roll incessantly into the volcanic sea walls, whatever the weather might bring.
Except we turned right and headed uphill into the clouds instead. It’s always exciting when that split second of “what the hell” abandon inexplicably takes control of the faculties isn’t it? When the planned so suddenly becomes the unplanned and you’re not sure where you’re going to end up. Maybe we’d roll over the high road and come back down to watch the sea by Sao Vicente. By degrees we went higher and higher into the empty mountains, watching the temperature display on the hire car sink into single digits and the landscape around us disappear behind a shroud that seemed to envelop the world in secrets. Hardly at all did we see a car coming the opposite way, and nobody appeared along the road behind to sit on our tail in frustration at my famously slow progress at the wheel. Occasionally we would have to pick our way carefully past a straggling group of cows emerging from the gloom, grazing at the verges, the more obtuse of them standing brazenly in the middle of the road. More than once I stopped the car, honked the horn and waited for the gazing brown eyes to relent and move to one side for us to pass. At another spot we seemed to clear a narrow ridge, only imagining what sort of drop we were unable to see in either direction. And then to the right hand side the murky mists abated for moments to reveal a distant coastal village, bathed in sunlight, far far below us hugging the coastline in another universe. I tried to double back and pull up at the edge of the road to get a shot, but in that handful of minutes the fog had rolled back across the divide and for all we knew we might have imagined that far off El Dorado by the sea.
Further still we crept on through the airborne grey soup of the high Paul da Serra, well over a thousand metres above sea level, the realisation gradually awakening in me that we were probably getting close to Fanal. I looked at the map again and noticed that the upcoming road leading off from the left was much closer than I’d expected it to be. I was certainly planning on an afternoon under the strange forest shapes during our stay, but now that visit became inevitably earlier than intended. The great unplanned. And of course, the conditions were perfect for what was lying in wait. Just one final knot of unyielding cows to negotiate before pulling up and heading into the mystical forest in the fog, where every tree had its place in the scheme of things. Some lived side by side in groups, waiting to become pictured in clusters, while others stood alone in a “come and photograph me – I’m lovely” attitude. And there I was, like a six year old in Hamley’s not knowing where to turn first, gradually turning in so many different directions that I eventually managed to almost lose myself completely in the fading light. You might have read that story already. This one, I’m told is known as the seahorse. I can see why. With its partner a few metres away it seemed to offer more than one composition. I chose them all of course, although I liked this one best.
The planned is a great road to travel, but its opposite so often brings surprises. Ok, so I was intending to come here, but not today, and maybe the fog I’d hoped for would have stayed away on another day. This ancient forest, so high above the clouds of the Floating Garden was one of the best ever such moments; one of the handful of places where the experience was surreal to the point that it almost feels as if I’d dreamed it. Try the unplanned one day. Choose to go somewhere, but then accidentally on purpose set off in the other direction and see what happens. Just occasionally, it brings a moment you’ll never forget.
The school is now home for a hundred birds who knew the cracks and broken windows as I entered. Before I arrived, they roosted themselves in the exposed rafters, a nearly enclosed community, playing host to their own privacy.
When I entred, they flew to the trees just beyond the walls. As I shot, they grew back their bravery, returning one by one, and resting and waiting on chards still stuck tight to panes, watching in nervous frustration.
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'Heaven Over It'
Camera: Chamonix 45F-2
Lens: Schneider-Kreuznach Super-Angulon 8/90mm
Film: Foma Retropan 320
Exposure: f/8; 1/30 seconds
Process: Retro Special; 4.5mins
North Dakota
July 2022
By the time we had arrived at the ferris wheel down at Redcliffe for a night lights shot, I had torn my hair out with my infrared remote which had failed, fixed it and then when set up on site, failed again. Well, they say there are more ways to skin a cat than one so this is the alternate result by other means. But I still have to figure out why the remote refuses to play ball!
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I had just finished taking some other photos and was walking back to my car when I came across this group of fishermen. There was quite an animated discussion going on. I was too far away to hear what was actually being said, but my best guess was something like: “No man, we haven’t caught any fish, the beer is gone, and I’m leaving.” 😄
A spontaneous shot taken on a rocky outcrop beside the Des Moines River just downstream from the Red Rock Dam near the Howell Station Campground in Marion County, Iowa.
Lensbaby Sweet 50 optic, set at F2.5
Composer Pro II with a Canon EF mount
No bend or extension tube used
Dad, I got a bead on Putin. Now, how do you start this thing?
"Clancy, he'll do himself in eventually."
Long live Ukraine.
"Long live Ukraine."
(Waiting for snow is the hardest thing to do, so hard I almost started a war with Russia all by myself out of frustration. Damn you Putin, and damn you global warming. When Dad was a kid he was at the outdoor skating rinks every Christmas day trying out new hockey gear. These days it's 50-50 that we'll even have a white Christmas. Take it to the streets, take it to your leaders, do your own part, and let's reverse this problem before we get to the point where nothing else will matter.)
(This photo is from our 2016 trip to the St. Lawrence River, by a monument to the Battle of Chrysler's Farm, War of 1812.)
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St. Lawrence River, Morrisburg, Ontario
After faffing around all day with various frustrations I remembered to get my PoD. That's how it goes sometimes.
This is loves lies bleeding and one of my faves in the garden each year.
Today I walked, partly to escape the feelings of isolation and frustration at the way things are ....
At one part of the walk, I became 'directionally challenged' and had to backtrack quite a way to get my bearings .....
then I was glad to recognize this beautiful Oak and was amazed to see the facial features showing so strongly in the shadows ...
it also turned out that it happened to be facing (no pun intended) in the direction across the fields that I should be taking.
Part of an old pier structure. Following frustrations with my tripod at Cromer I took a trip to Wex in Norwich to purchase a new one. The next morning I travelled down to the beach at Great Yarmouth with no great expectations. Have to say despite the fact that it was still breezy I'm happy with the result!