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Had a great day out with the camera (and wife) down at Beachyhead. First time down there since I was a kid. Had forgotten what a stunning place it is! Was blessed with sunshine and a bit of cloud cover which made for a stunning sunset later down at Birling Gap. Took the lead from a fellow photographer who was on a raised sandbank which let me snap away a bit longer as the tide came in and the cliffs soaked up the sunset. Thoroughly recommend it for anyone keen on their coastal pics (although would imagine it can get pretty crowded up on the cliffs when the weather's good),
Emily Gap is one of several gaps in the mountain range running from west to east in the Alice Springs region. Northern Territory, Australia.
Rock formation with a gap underneath. Noccalula Falls Park, 1450 Noccalula Road, Gadsden, Etowah County, Alabama. September 7, 2020.
Archway over the entry to the Detroit Riverfront...not sure what the break is supposed to symbolize...should have read the i suppose...
a serendipitous photo of Watford Gap motorway services, taken by accident while getting back in the car with a camera over my shoulder...
sooc - ISO 1600 monochrome.
After he pulled his tooth out of his mouth, he washed it off and went to play show and tell. He ended up loosing it among some sawdust from the trees that Josh just cut down and I tried to help him find it, but it was like looking for a piece of hay in a haystack. He mourned the loss for a few minutes (you can still see the traces here- the streaked cheeks and watery eyes), and then I asked him if he'd like me to print the pictures of his tooth coming out so he could carry that around instead. That did the trick. He's got two more loose ones. He can't wait for them to fall out too. Where has my baby gone??
GAP Tournament Interns Patrick Shelak, Brett Kingsley and John Kuzmick break down a tent during U.S. Amateur Qualifying administered by GAP at Applebrook Golf Club (par 70, 6,665 yards).
St Mary, Braughing, Hertfordshire
Buoyed up by the very pleasant experience of visiting Westmill and its lovely church, we crossed the main road for Braughing. We had some discussion about how to pronounce this, narrowing it down to about ten possibilities, but discussion fell by the wayside as we turned off of the old Cambridge road and down into one of the loveliest villages I have ever seen. A village green in a bowl through which a forded stream runs surrounded by medieval and Georgian houses, a pub on each side, the village shop, and then down a lane a close of medieval thatched houses around a great beast of a late medieval church on a cushion of graveyard. It was a lovely as anything I've seen in an English village, although the sunshine helped of course. And the church was open, of course, as they always are in places like this, as if an organic sense of well-being had infused the place and its people.
This was the most East Anglian church of the day, almost entirely rebuilt in the 15th Century and looking as if it would be quite at home in south-west Suffolk or north Essex. The porch is a grand, two-storied affair and you step into a church which though vast and considerably restored does not feel urban, unlike Barkway for example, which is a similar size. More good memorials, some of them very big indeed, but the stars for me were two windows, outstanding of their kind, of the early 20th Century, neither of which are signed, and which no one seems to know anything about. The east window is the parish war memorial window, and looks like Powell & Son - did the artist go on to work for them? But the best is in the south aisle, a war memorial window to the Longman family of publishing fame, depicting St George flanked by Godfrey of Bouillon and General Gordon. Very much in the Margaret Edith Rope style, though not by her. While we there the churchwarden came in with a builder, and while the builder did his estimate for something in the tower we chatted to the churchwarden. He's lived in the parish all his life (it is pronounced Braffing, by the way, which hadn't been one of our guesses) and remembers the south chapel furnishings being dedicated in the 1930s. This came very close to being church of the day, but in the end Wyddial just topped it for me, and Braughing had to be content with village of the day, a similarly hard-fought contest.
Stunning views of the Seven Sisters cliffs, a wealth of wildlife and the dynamic atmosphere making Birling Gap a place to discoing, explore and enjoy. Sometimes quiet and serene, sometimes wild and dramatic, this is an inspiring place to visit whatever the time of year.
Detail: Viper’s Bugloss (Echieum vulgare).
Birling Gap is a coastal hamlet within the parish. It is situated on the Seven Sisters not far from Beachy Head and is owned by the National Trust. Coastal erosion has already removed some of the row of coastguard cottages built in 1878, and those that remain are still inhabited. There is a cafe, shop and visitor centre there, run by The National Trust, and a large metal staircase leading down to the enclosed pebble beach and the Seven Sisters chalk cliffs. It is likely that soon it will no longer exist because the amount of erosion is so large that all the houses will have to be demolished before they fall into the sea, and because the houses are not worth enough, the Government will not place a sea defence in the way. If walkers are cut off at high tide, they can climb the ladder, which is replaced often, to Birling Gap.