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Taken through my sittingroom window just after dawn. The lashing rain finally stopped just after sunset. A bucket in our back garden, empty last night, was half full.
I had just the right timing to catch this Hummer with his tongue out
Ruby Throated Hummingbird - Female - - Lake Joseph, Ontario
I pass this wee tree, twice, every day, on the way to, and and back from work. I always think it looks really lonely, up there, by itself. The poor wee thing has had a hard life: up here, it has the North Atlantic winds and lashing rains barrelling in from the west, to contend with. Also, this crazy, almost vertical road must be a blast to ascend in times of snow and/or ice! Taken just after a heavy shower, then the sun came out!
This is a marker for me that I’m halfway home...
North Carrick Hills
SW Scotland
“We turn away to face the cold, enduring chill
As the day begs the nights for mercy, love...
...I’ll see you again when the stars fall from the sky
And the moon has turned red over One Tree Hill.”
U2 - The Joshua Tree, 1987
(B&W version via “noir” function on iPad)
A passing storm over Ben Loyal and the Kyle of Tongue. Who wants blue skies and sunshine when you can have this??
Sand in the Dragon's Eye @ Utakleiv Beach, Norway photographed on a day with blizzard conditions - strong gusts, lashing rain, snow and hail, sometimes all at once - making photography very interesting. I had to hide behind a large boulder to take this shot and protect my lens with my body to keep it clean long enough to take this 76 second exposure.
Not much chance of photographing spiders' webs with the strong winds and lashing rain here this week!!
A head-wagging, tongue-lashing, wing-flashing male (top) attempts to court a fresh female in Bucknell Wood in Northamptonshire (UK) (2168)
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This is the view of the Taj Mahal from the top of the nature trail on the East side. The sun was playing hide-and-seek with the clouds and we were trying to get that perfect time when the clouds would move revealing a golden light.
Suddenly, the light drizzle turned into a heavy lashing. A gazebo on the trail protected us and the camera and we took some rain soaked shots.
Twisted Sifter Photo of the day 16th April 2014
Camera Canon EOS 5D Taken on August 14, 2013
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The third of three beaches we visited, yesterday, on Lake Huron, and the loveliest...
A beautiful, sunny afternoon very quickly turned to a scene from "Harry Potter": Thunder and lightning, punishing winds lashing the sand against newly-tanned (actually, quite red!) tender skin, and the storm front reminded me of the "Dementors" who 'drain peace, hope and happiness out of the air'.
Thrilling to watch but a wee bit scary for someone who is used to mostly drizzle and the odd black cloud.
Port Albert, Lake Huron
Ontario, Canada
(JK Rowling)
Happy Caturday has the theme "Peaceful" this week and Rena isn't known for her peaceful nature. When people are around, her tail is constantly lashing. I think sometimes it must have highly developed muscles.
But today she rolled in the sunshine while I was on the computer and her fluffy tail was still. So this is Rena at peace.
The Needles Lighthouse in the Solent, just off shore from the Isle of Wight.
We waited and watched as the light from the golden evening sun brought out the best definitions in the rocks. Then watched a great sunset!
The Needles lighthouse on the Isle of Wight is remote indeed. It stands boldly at the end of the outermost chalk stack where the weather sweeps in from the west, with howling gales and lashing rain. The shingle bank in Scratchell’s Bay to the south of the Needles is hazardous, and many a ship foundered here before the helpful protection of a lighthouse.
What a difference 30 mins and a few hundred metres make 😁 This was taken shortly after my previous shot, and you can just make out the rain lashing down. Afon Cwm Llan was just a little bit lively!
A windy storm dissipated into liquid mercury on our bird-protection netting on all of the windows. I've been walking in the rain to ease my mind.
"Nature’s particular gift to the walker, through the semi-mechanical act of walking... is to set the mind jogging, to make it garrulous, exalted, a little mad maybe — certainly creative and suprasensitive, until at last it really seems to be outside of you and as if it were talking to you whilst you are talking back to it."
(Kenneth Grahame, 1859-1932, from A Biography, by Peter Green)
And when that release seems to fade, I add earbuds and New Orleans jazz with a backbeat to dance and walk through these turbulent times.
What helps you?
© Jan Timmons, 2018
The East Coast Low is back, lashing us with yet more rain — it’s been relentless lately. This shot of Pelican Beach was taken on a far sunnier day, tucked behind the plant-covered dunes at the back end of the beach.
Also, fair warning: if you get a Flickr mail from me about canned meat… don’t open it. It’s spam ;)
Hope everyone had a great weekend — and as always, thanks so much for your comments. They're genuinely appreciated.
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Puma cubs in Torres del Paine in Patagonia, Chile
The smaller female cub on the left side had been harassed by her larger brother the whole time since we spotted them with their mother.
Suddenly she showed him that enough is enough
Puma
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I am not sure this image betrays the difficulty of creating it! Although the light did not materialize which I had hoped for, I still hope that it communicates a sense of mood and place. Standing on the edfe of a sheer cliff, creating a three-image multi-exposure of each of 5 views which made up the panorama, and with the rain lashing against the lens, constantly wiping it clean with one hand, and with the other keeping a firm grip on the tripod and camera which would otherwise have likely blown off the cliff never to be seen again......... but this magical peninsula near the village of Llangrannof is worth any discomfort. I hope you enjoy it.
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One of the most challenging shoots I have had. 4 ft waves at high tide, and after lashing against the rocks would spray as high as 7 ft. I was soaked and so was the cam ! it's still working. two legs of the tripod perched on this drift -bark/tree and one on the rock...every lash had the bark rocking....had to time the shots for steady state.
Spot the sweet spot on the bark ?
On an adventure with my friend Saireel
1. Tone mapping for the drift tree.
2. The new exposure Bleniding feature in Photomatix (this is cool and easy ;-) - for the sky.
3. Layer masking for the water and waves - 2 stages
Mermaid Street, Rye, with the historic Mermaid Inn on the right. Lashing rain on the wet cobbles provided an atmospheric if breakneck environment! #YBSUrban21
When I get the chance to walk along the Seawall in Vancouver, I always pause at the first glimpse of Siwash Rock rising from the harbour as a Sentinel. In this photograph you will see al Douglas Fir sprouting from the crest like a crown of legendary stories. And so it is ... or should I say and so they are ... for there are many stories and legends of this rock but none can capture the essense of viewing the landscape ... not even this image :)
It was a radiant west coast morning shining through the canopy of Stanley Park when I arrived with the first of my trusty Nikons
It's a great place to watch the sunset, sunrise, walk along the sea wall or just enjoy some incredible views.
For some it is symbolic of a warrior standing pure against the rain and lashing winds, for sailors a bowling pin guiding them home. For me, I love the crown of the tree standing in the sanctuary of a beautiful harbour facing out to the world: strong confidant but know the future is never soft but will be full of wonder and possibilities.
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Well they were testing conditions to start with, and I took this before any sunlight appeared and with wet underpants. The cloud had just lifted off the distant mountains, the Langdale Pikes, and the view was beginning to open up for me as the breeze slowly dried my nethers.
I can't deny it is a great view from Holme Fell, out over the slate quarry workings of Hodge Close and to the North West. I just needed some splashes of sunlight rather than the lashing rain and hail that came to soak me again, several times over.
It was a vile night. One of the roughest for a while. Rain lashing in, wind rising to a low roar as it bashed the trees about. But Phil Hatcher sat beside me was quietly confident. "They'll come in" he whispered, knowing he had never had a 'no show'. And sure enough they arrived on scene, the first I knew was when Phil slapped me on the leg to draw my attention which had been trying to focus on shadowy parts of the darkness where wet ferns and bushes waved and sparkled little eyes at me with the light reflected in quivering raindrops. And sure enough two wild pine martens had dashed into the pool of light in front of us. They move quickly, hesitantly dashing from one branch to another, leaping over impossible gaps to land higher up, and stare back down at us. I enjoyed that moment when I couldn't believe what I had just seen as they disappeared as quickly as they had arrived (a feeling I had enjoyed when I last saw a wild black panther in front of me).
Phil Hatcher in Strontian has a fabulous hide set up with lots of natural props for the wildlife to pose on. There's a reflective pool, lichen covered wooden gate, branches high and low, spaced to encourage the pine martens to jump. It's a wild environment outside his converted conservatory but one he is keen to exploit and encourage nature watchers and photographers to visit for a rare experience that must put it in the bracket of being 'the best'.
I was there for five hours when the weather chucked its worst at us, but two pine martens must have visited about five times, once for only about 10 seconds, but later, for about 10 minutes. It took me a while to adjust to get my settings about right and I found my equipment was slow to focus.......you need to be quick to catch these things, but it was a great experience. I'm lucky enough to live in this area, but still after a year here, only twice before had I had a fleeting glimpse of a pine marten, dashing to get out of my car headlights at night.
The pine marten is the one elusive creature that really states how wild Ardnamurchan is. And Phil Hatcher's hide in Strontian has to be the best place to see them
It's not exactly the weather today to be out snapping...with winds currently blasting around 50 to 60 mph with lashing rain bouncing off the windows...which is nice.
Taken nearly 2 years ago, back when travel was a popular and available pastime. It was a filthy day with rain and freezing gale force winds lashing the island! The puffins must have thought we humans were totally crazy!
Macro Mondays 18/06/18 theme transportation.
Ratchet straps are used to secure cargo
( also called,ratchet tie-down strap,lashing straps or tie downs)
Besides strong wind, lashing rain and strong waves, the weather was still merciful and apologized with this reflection at sunset. This place has something magical.
While I wait for the spring migratory bird migration to pick up steam, a look back to last year at approximately this time. The Ring-necked Pheasant is a year round resident, some years seen in abundance, other years - not. Last fall my filmmaker friend George and I counted 75 of them in a single field, but it wasn't a photographic situation: we were looking into glaring light, and they were extremely skittish.
Single birds are often easier to photograph. This male was hanging out beside Hwy 18, along my usual access route to Grasslands Park, and when I stopped and exited the car in beautiful morning light, he posed nicely for me. It wasn't a "perfect" situation by any means; we were on a hill, and I was on the high side, looking down, therefore I couldn't do much to minimize the background. I had driven past him to get on the right side of the light, which was the more important consideration.
The background detail doesn't detract too much, despite not being ideal. But I do want to make the point that backgrounds are really important. I've seen a lot of great images ruined by lack of attention to background detail - including some of my own. I remember meeting a Famous Canadian Photographer at the counter of a film lab many years ago, and I was telling him about a recent encounter with some cow elk that got into a dispute right in front of me. They were up on their hind legs, lashing out at each other with front hooves. His first question: "How was the background?" Unfortunately, it wasn't great.
That one comment increased my awareness of backgrounds, so that today I always take them into consideration when assessing a scene or a shot. When I slow my vehicle down to try for a bird-on-post or bird-on-boulder or bird-on-sagebrush shot, I'm watching not only the light on the bird, but how the bird aligns with the background as I roll to a stop. I don't want to find "unlucky overlap" in my images. A foot or two can make a huge difference!
Photographed near Val Marie, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2021 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
One of those afternoons where skies changed rapidly before your eyes, and where sunbathing turned to rain lashing in seconds. I love day like that. Butterflies and Hurricanes is by Muse
It was wild out there this morning. Strong winds and lashing rain, causing flooding everywhere. Great cascades of water falling off the mountains, rivers flooding every where, over moors and roads. So I had to put my woollens and waterproofs on and whack the ISO up very high because of the poor light, and head out into the rain....................
Still I was pretty happy to find the goats were out in it, perhaps driven off the surrounding mountains by the bad weather. I had feared they had all been shot but I found more than a dozen of them working their way along the rocky beach, eating the kelp seaweed. These ones are wild but have been associated with the area for hundreds of years, even giving their name since oldendays to the place called Ardgour (Gaelic: Àird Ghobhar: height of the goats)
Heading out to a new boneyard over the next few days for a much needed vacation and more time to exploring the driftwood sentinels on Edisto Island, SC. This shot was from the past Winter at Jekyll Island, GA. Continuing the "Boneyard Journeys" series. Wishing everyone a wonderful day ahead. Thanks for the favs and kind words. They are much appreciated!
These days the Dark Winter conjures the coldest of winds on this forlorn shore. I am not sure which is colder, the wind or the water lashing at my feet as the salty spray numbs my face. As vision blurs, the waters seem to recede and silence fills my mind. For a moment, my eyes close as memories wander backward. And then suddenly ripped forward, as my ears are split by roaring waves, lashing limbs and a bone shattering crack. I am not sure when my feet left the ground, but I realized my mistake a bit too late. For the beasts of the Boneyard have grown angry and hungry. Consumed by a mindless hate or simply lashing out in primal fear? Or perhaps, maybe just in need of a good meal. I felt embarrassed of the last thought. For I remembered these ancient sentinels as wise and thoughtful creatures. Stumbling away, the beast loomed forward. Turning to run, my face met the sand as my head began to spin. For a brief moment, I looked up; and the beast began to slowly slide away. All I could do was watch dumbfounded as a voice filled my mind, "Fear not, little one, for we are not at war with you. And we certainly find you unpalatable. We remember who you once were. Who are you now and why have you returned?" I thought to myself, "Not quite who I used to be... and not sure what I am looking for. But, nothing felt more right than coming back to this shore." A question formed, "What has happened here?" Followed by a sad response, "hunted by man, for they no longer know us. They continue to fear what they do not understand. Their fear infects us all." As I looked down, the only thought that came to my mind, "I know. That is why I left."
Fynn has to stay indoors today because the weather is rather horrible, windy and very wet. If he could he would go out anyway, rain and wind don't stop him, but I locked the catflap. I want him to stay dry because he has enough health issues already. He complained a lot but finally accepted that I wouldn't give in this time. When I took this photo he sat on a table in my study and watched the rain lashing against the window.
Young Red Deer Stag.
Lashing it down, but a great day spent at Bradgate Park, Leicestershire courtesy of Canon.
I think this works quite well in black and white, it especially emphasizes the driving rain.
I'm still yet to take an image of Castell Dinas Bran I'm happy with, but this one holds special memories as it was taken during a day out walking with my dear old Dad 😊
It was a typical Welsh hill day with a mixture of high winds, lashing down rain and splashes of sunshine. Thoroughly enjoyable!
The codepole has fallen, the Union Switch and Signal installations much the same; but time hasn't quite killed all the real-time magic of the Missabe quite yet. The steam gargantuan of yore, the maroon diesel, the face and economic place of the space has changed; yet the throb of dedicated commerce still emanates from the fog resting along HWY 7. The gathering hordes, enticed by the lashing of three B&LE tunnel motors, has not appeared ahead or behind this empty Fairlane loader; a vintage moment, serene and alone, still to be had upon the railroad earth.
Or maybe not, hell I wasn't there when the things I think are interesting were actually happening.
I've taken this scene at high tide and during winter storms. It is often shown on the BBC too with the waves lashing over the top lighthouse. Hard to believe here on a warm June day at very low tide
It's been a long time since my camera has been out of the bag, but yesterday we finally braved the elements and took a long drive just over the border to New Brunswick to photograph this old beauty. It was cold, snowing and later lashing down with rain, but I think the trip was worth it!
This Great Blue Heron looked very impressive as it displayed all of its plumes at Everglades National Park. Then it stuck its long tongue out (at me?). His bill appears to be closed, but his tongue is out. I'm not sure what he was doing, but I am sure that many viewers of this picture will have an answer :-)