Another Folkestone long exposure that I had fun experimenting with! It was a really windy day and to gain access to this area you had to walk along an old pier (to the right of the shot). By the time I had finished the waves were lashing over the top like crazy, I was mortified that my camera was going to get ruined trying to get back. I had to roughly time the waves, which were approx every 5 - 10 seconds and make the 30-40 meter dash back to 'dry land'. I ran like whippet and made it by 1 second! Phew! :)

"The lines overloaded, and the sparks started flying, and the loose wires were lashing out at me. She's not gonna fix that up too easy. (Joni Mitchell- Electricity)

With the rain lashing down 20096 and 20107 emerge from beneath Jimmy Hill Way on the approach to Coventry Arena station heading 5Z21 Southall Loco Services to Crewe Holding Siding, load 7.

Deep and passionate Scorpio is a mystery to most! This sign is directly associated with the underworld, so they’re right at home in the darkest of places. But it’s not about dwelling here forever. Scorpio the Scorpion is all about transformation, and their ultimate goal is to bring all that’s hidden into the light. Scorpio thrives in a world of passion, depth, questions, and answers. The Scorpion isn’t interested in what’s sitting right on the surface -- they want to dig down to get to the real treasures that lie beneath. Intense and steadfast, this sign’s lifelong mission is to rebuild itself over and over again, creating, in the end, the most aware, insightful, and capable soul imaginable.

Scorpio is passionate and intense, with a magnetic personality that draws us in. Sometimes it feels like they can see right into your soul...

When Scorpio's passion gets the best of them, they can become jealous and controlling.

Be careful of lashing out at others with your intense feelings, but also of hurting yourself by keeping too much inside.

When a Scorpio wants a kiss, they get physical. They won’t hesitate to lean in close to you as they talk or place a hand on your thigh. They’ll touch your body in any way that they can to see how you react before going in for the kiss.

Taken a while back but boy did our state take a lashing from Mother Nature 2 days back. Flooding, trees down in so many areas across the state which many have damaged homes. Power lines down. People without power for days. Sadly deaths have occurred in the flooded area. Bracing for more rain and flooding in the same areas. I had to investigate loose corrugated iron flapping in pitch black. Must have been a neighbors property. Last thing we need is something on our property to be damaged by storms so close to settlement and moving out. Stay safe on more than just a covid level.

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A little mess around on the beach... :)

This was a first attempt at something along these lines so was purely experimental with little consideration to composition really....

This shot had to be cut short (I was painting in the lighthouse with my torch so have had to cheat and do a bit of burning) as the rain started absolutly lashing down & put an end to the nights experimenting :(

Listening to.... Something quite different... Riders on the storm

Give it a listen

With the rain lashing down 66430 waits time at Dalwhinnie with 4H71 Mossend to Inverness, the ground signals have obviously seen some weather in their time at this remote station.

Was really interesting to see a different take on thatched roofing. This was taken in the loft space of the Wada House in Shirakawa-gō.

(84/365) waiting for my son's 5-a-side soccer match at the astro turf pitch in Millstreet to finish. I decided this photo I took through the car window, lashing rain & green metal fence would be ideal for 115 pictures in 2015 #79 Distorted

Normally not type of photo, but there is so much ''something in this scene'' that I could not pass it up. After I took this picture, I received quite the tongue lashing....

On a side note; I am getting used to the new flickr...While it does present the pictures in a better light, it takes longer to get caught up.

Into the Storm....Dent, Yorkshire Dales...

It was a very memorable day, lashing rain, thunderstorms, breaks of light, it was a great day for photography with the ever changing weather.

This perhaps was one of my favourite images of the day, the burst of light, lighting the land with the ominous clouds in the distance.

I know the days are supposedly getting longer but all the gray clouds and rain make it seem otherwise. Last night was a doozy--high winds and lashing rain. I feel like we're always walking into the night. Yet, I'm not ready to say goodbye to old man winter just yet. The longer he sticks around the more beautiful spring will be. Welcome to February everyone.

Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.

Winter weather lashing this poor tree as it sits looking out over the River from its once fortified vantage point.

The elements were against me on this particular day, but the persistent rain produced a misty feel, which I emphasised through a little in camera ICM.

The subject matter was already pretty devoid of colour, so it was in keeping with the feel of the overall image that its final palette should make full use of the greys scales.

The native New Zealand Rope Snake: not poisonous but might give you a nasty lashing

Accidental shot (evidenced by the mega flash up top) but I did like how clear my lashes came out so I decided to keep it.

The rain came lashing down about 5 minutes after this was taken !

Coasties having engine problems? While walking the causeway out to Morro Rock I was focusing on birds when I finally noticed one of the local Coast Guard boats coming down the entrance channel towing another CC boat. They spun the tow around until they were facing the incoming tide then released the tow lines, so I figured they were practicing. Then the tow boat maneuvered alongside the other and it looked like they started lashing the boats together. Then in tandem they moved towards their moorings. As they got close the non-opp boat was released and it coasted to the moorings. Could have been training as I know they try to practice for all eventualities, but it sure appeared to me to be a boat without power being returned to the dock.

Memories of warmer sunnier days, with the wind and rain currently lashing outside! Hope that I can make it to Cornwall next year... have very much missed going this year!

Par Sands - Cornwall (May 19)

Wind sculpted Moenave sandstone hoodoos lit by the last rays of the setting sun. Layers of gypsum are revealed by eons of water and wind lashing through this landscape on the Colorado Plateau, creating yet another masterpiece of nature.

The Tree Swallows have returned to Newfoundland! We have nest boxes in the back yard and it is a complete joy just to sit on the patio and watch their antics as they get ready to breed for another year. These little birds have no fear of me at all. You may have seen the video I have here on Flickr where one hops on my outstretched finger and goes for ride. They haven't done that this year yet, but they have allowed me to get close enough to touch them.

Oh, and don't worry about the bird on the left. This shot is just a happy coincidence that I pulled from a burst mode of shots I took. It gives as good as it's receiving a few seconds later. But it struck me as kind of funny ... the poor bird looks like it's hanging its head ... dejected from the tongue lashing it's getting. :-)

Enjoy! Zoom in and have a closer look.

Oh, in case you were wondering why I didn't straighten this photo ... that is not a straight rail they are sitting on. It's actually oriented that way. It's curved.

The light strobes in the sky may have something to do with the fact that it was lashing it down with rain all night . . . snow would have been fine!

The rain I could have done without.

;-)

Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence

One step from lashing out at you...

You want in to get under my skin

And call yourself a friend

I've got more friends like you

What do I do?

(Pre) Is there no standard anymore?

What it takes, who I am, where I've been

Belong

You can't be something you're not

Be yourself, by yourself

Stay away from me

A lesson learned in life

Known from the dawn of time

(Chorus)

Respect, walk

Run your mouth when I'm not around

It's easy to achieve

You cry to weak friends that sympathize

Can you hear the violins playing your song?

Those same friends tell me your every word

(Pre)

(Chorus)

Are you talking to me?

No way punk

PANTERA

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It is dark and grey again today. There was more light at nine pm on Wednesday evening than there was at half two this afternoon. I have had the lights on all afternoon.

When I was little I watched Beetlejuice with Dad and I loved the way the ghosts could snap their fingers and create little flames and in all honesty I think I was more fascinated by how they filmed it than that they could use their fingers as lighters, but I decided that if I could have any power, that would probably be the power I would go for. I do not know why, particularly considering I was terrified of fire, but I thought it would be cool.

I am not overly happy with how it turned out, but I was getting a headache after staring at a screen for approximately two and a half hours and guessing how to do a lot of what I was doing because I always found IT lessons at school really boring and so never paid attention to them, mainly because we never actually got to take the photographs we used, we just had to use stock images, and I found that unfair.

Did you know that Cambridge University students in the late fifties and early sixties had a penchant for Austin Sevens? In 1958 a group of twelve engineering students placed an Austin Seven atop the roof of Senate House and in 1963 a group of students suspended an Austin Seven from the Bridge of Sighs by lashing together four punts and floating it down the canal. Five years after the Austin Seven was suspended from the bridge, a Regal Reliant was suspended from the bridge in a recreation of the prank.

Because that is what the students in one of the UK’s top universities do…

The passenger boats on Ullswater in the Lake District are apparently some of the oldest boats of their kind still working in the world. Not on the day this was taken though. Tied up under the lashing rain of Storm Isha.

The collective memories, of another season come to pass, are fugaciously locked away in the amber grasses of the meadow. A Great Blue Heron, North America's largest heron, stands fixed as if the sentinel, of a fortress of treasure. In truth, it stands strikingly still in hopes of not being seen. For inactivity for this bird means a successful hunt and a best means of avoiding competition. When the moment arrives he can move with amazing speed, lashing out to capture an unsuspecting fish or amphibian. And when called to the air, he will do it with lanky grace, soaring over the meadows, marshes, and ponds. Winter will ultimately take its toll on the fields of gold and our heron will move off to warmer southern haunts, but spring will arrive with an explosion of green and our heron will return to pass another bountiful season among the fields, as they mature to gold. #iLoveNature #iLoveWildlife #WildlifePhotography in #Delaware #BombayHookNWR #GreatBlueHeron #DrDADBooks #Canon #WildlifeConservation

Amazon tree boa (Corallus hortulanus) - Finca Las Piedras, Madre De Dios, Peru

Really an amazing snake with a bit of a bad reputation. Rumor says these boas are tough cookies lashing out and attempting to get a piece of any source of irritation with their long recurved teeth. No joke considering these teeth are adapted to grabbing and holding onto birds and bats. I was reluctant but prepared to shed some of my own blood when I moved in to get some extreme close ups. Instead this wild boa acted more like a timid puppy, at times choosing to hide its head rather than look at the fearsome nikon pointed at it. I have no doubt that some or most of the boas of this species do live up to their unpleasant reputation but I was very glad this was a much more tender-hearted individual allowing me to get some different lighting angles than I might have dared attempt had it been more violent in its response to me.

A moment. A love. A dream aloud. A kiss. A cry. The sun slowly drifting over the horizon, lashing it's last powerful tendrils across the sky, through the pink gauzy clouds and into the approaching midnight blues. Holding on as if it's dying wish is to give us, and this moment, just a little more time.

A song floats from the radio, riding the still warm breeze. "...make me feel so happy, I could die." the singer croons, the song becoming forever woven into the tapestry of my memories. I glimpse the subtle smile in her eyes and agree. I could die.

Looking at this image I can't help remember meeting her for the first time. The slight nervousness that neither of us were accustomed to feeling. Connecting through laughter, through art and sound, through touching and quiet moments. I was really not sure what to do with this new path as it burned brightly before me. She was unlike anyone I had ever met. Then it became as clear as the beating of my heart.. how could I resist the chance to fall for her? And down the path we went, giggling like idiots. Forging our story, a story told through moments such as this.

The beating of my heart thumping in time with another. How could I not feel the way I do for her?

This is an untouched shot, and to be honest, one I had no intention of uploading here. This was a meant only as a personal capture of a private moment. I was encouraged otherwise and so here we are. It is proof of a blessing, and if it were the only one I was destined to have with her, it would be one I'd remember fondly. And now it is enshrined here along with some feels. <3

I realize this post feels like something meant to be posted on Valentine's Day. But hey, we're almost there, right? And maybe this will inspire some to reach out to those they love (or like a bunch!), to grab them and hug them tight and express their feelings. Do it while you can. Life has a way of being fleeting sometimes and there is no regret quite like the ones that manifest around missing a chance to speak from the heart.

Tiger in a Tropical Storm or Surprised! is an 1891 oil-on-canvas painting by Henri Rousseau. It was the first of the jungle paintings for which the artist is chiefly known. It shows a tiger, illuminated by a flash of lightning, preparing to pounce on its prey in the midst of a raging gale.

Unable to have a painting accepted by the jury of the Académie de peinture et de sculpture, or the Academy of Painting and Sculpture, Rousseau exhibited Tiger in a Tropical Storm in 1891 under the title Surpris!, at the Salon des Indépendants, which was unjuried and open to all artists. The painting received mixed reviews. Rousseau had been a late developer: his first known work, Landscape with a Windmill, was not produced until he was 35, and his work is marked by a naïveté of composition that belies its technical complexity. Most critics mocked Rousseau's work as childish, but Félix Vallotton, a young Swiss painter who was later to be an important figure in the development of the modern woodcut, said of it:

His tiger surprising its prey is a 'must-see'; it's the alpha and omega of painting and so disconcerting that, before so much competency and childish naïveté, the most deeply rooted convictions are held up and questioned.

He (Rousseau's tiger) is derived from a motif found in the drawings and paintings of Eugène Delacroix. It was claimed, either by Rousseau himself or by his friends and admirers, that he had experienced life in the jungle during his time in Mexico in 1860, where he had served as a regimental bandsman. In fact he never left France, and it is thought that his inspiration came from the botanical gardens of Paris, such as the Jardin des Plantes (which included zoological galleries with taxidermy specimens of exotic animals), and from prints and books. The fin de siècle French populace was captivated by exotic and dangerous subjects, such as the perceived savagery of animals and peoples of distant lands. Tigers on the prowl had been the subject of an exhibition at the 1885 École des Beaux-Arts. Emmanuel Frémiet's famous sculpture of 1887 depicting a gorilla carrying a woman exuded more savagery than anything in Rousseau's canvases, yet was found acceptable as art; Rosseau's poor immediate reception therefore seems the result of his style and not his subject matter.

The tiger's prey is beyond the edge of the canvas, so it is left to the imagination of the viewer to decide what the outcome will be, although Rousseau's original title Surprised! suggests the tiger has the upper hand. Rousseau later stated that the tiger was about to pounce on a group of explorers. Despite their apparent simplicity, Rousseau's jungle paintings were built up meticulously in layers, using a large number of green shades to capture the lush exuberance of the jungle. He also devised his own method for depicting the lashing rain by trailing strands of silver paint diagonally across the canvas, a technique inspired by the satin-like finishes of the paintings of William-Adolphe Bouguereau.

Although Tiger in a Tropical Storm brought him his first recognition, and he continued to exhibit his work annually at the Salon des Indépendants, Rousseau did not return to the jungle theme for another seven years, with the exhibition of Struggle for Life (now lost) at the 1898 Salon. Responses to his work were little changed; following this exhibition, one critic wrote, "Rousseau continued to express his visions on canvas in implausible jungles... grown from the depths of a lake of absinthe, he shows us the bloody battles of animals escaped from the wooden-horse-maker". Another five years passed before the next jungle scene, Scouts Attacked by a Tiger (1904). The tiger appears in at least three more of his paintings: Tiger Hunt (c. 1895), in which humans are the predators; Jungle with Buffalo Attacked by a Tiger (1908); and Fight Between a Tiger and a Buffalo (1908).

His work continued to be derided by the critics up to and after his death in 1910, but he won a following among his contemporaries: Picasso, Matisse, and Toulouse-Lautrec were all admirers of his work. Around 1908, the art dealer Ambroise Vollard purchased Surprised! and two other works from Rousseau, who had offered them at a rate considerably higher than the 190 francs he finally received. The painting was later purchased by the National Gallery, London in 1972 with a contribution from the billionaire philanthropist Walter H. Annenberg.

Ice Sculpting...

The winter had come with a fierceness this year, blowing its blustery best against the rocks and trees that lined the shore, for weeks the ice and snow smothered everything within its icy reach. Winter winds swept up lake water pelting the coast, lashing out with a violent fury that smothered the out cropping and piers along the shoreline. where once fisherman lined the banks now nothing but ice is to be seen.

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A very early start of 05.36 for the passengers on this trip from Liverpool to Scarborough in lashing down rain. The poor lighting forced a high ISO of 3200 to get the speed of the train sharp,

Well, I got rather wet getting this shot... Running 25 minutes late and with the rain lashing down, "Scots Guardsman" blasts out of Blea Moor tunnel on the Settle and Carlisle line with a York to Carlisle "Dalesman" excursion.

Locomotive: LMS Stanier Rebuilt Royal Scot Class 4-6-0 46115 "Scots Guardsman".

Location: Northen portal of Blea Moor Tunnel, Settle & Carlisle line, Cumbria, UK.

A selection of Narrow Gauge shots to follow from the Ffestiniog Bygones weekend and Timeline/David Williams charter on the Welshpool and Llanfair.

7 October 2022

After the gales and lashing rain of the morning, "David Lloyd George" crosses the cob on the approach to Porthmadog with the 15:25 from Blaenau Ffestiniog.

Ffestiniog Railway Bygones Weekend

worst possible day to do this :L , lashing rain,mud went all soggy had bricks stuck to our shoes , had to hurry coz people to see things to do :L

Logs from harvesting on Arrow Lakes above Hugh Keenleyside Dam at Creston are marshalled at the dam site into log booms for transit through the single dam lock.

A worker bee is busy lashing logs into a boom

A typical summer day in Ireland this year where the summer weather has been poor. This was taken in the Roe Valley Country Park, where it was sunny one minute and lashing it down the next!

A GoPro image from the Malaysian Airlines Boeing 737 that flew us from Kathmandu to Kuala Lumpur. The flight route took us along the Himalayas in order to avoid (unseasonal) Cyclone Hudhud which was lashing NE India. Tragically, two days later, on the 14/10/14 the weather system struck the Annapurna Circuit causing the deaths of at least 32 trekkers and Nepalese guides. Five days earlier I had been flying over the Annapurna region in an ultralight aircraft in perfect conditions.

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I got absolutely soaked taking this shot, the rain was seriously coming down. This was the start of the rain that caused so much flooding, destruction & death in South East Queensland & Northern New South Wales. Mountain Road, near Laidley, Queensland, Australia.

☀

Summer, a season long

lasted but a day

a glorious day

but a day at that

oh for the insidious heat

it's expertly healing touch

now long lost

to the foibles of grey cold

and caustic driven rain

lashing depressions

ever more intense

now thoughts colonise

that day of weeks past

for today's luminescence

comes from lust

it's no secret indeed

a votary of a summer

true and pure...

and...I want it back!

☀

by anglia24

10h50: 23/08/2007

© 2007anglia24

☀

It's funny, I've yet to go down to Porthcawl Lighthouse to see a. big storm, mainly as I don't like the idea of joining lots of other photographers jostling for position. Often I'v set off to do so, then at the last second turned off to Ogmore by sea, to be alone with the wild frenzied sea lashing my favourite cliffs. I've never regretted the decision, though I must admit I do love the photos people get, especially Steve Garrington who captured such iconic images. I decided to try and paint one of his images as yesterday was a. rainy day. It's great fun and very relaxing. Water's edge is by Nick Cave and the Band Seeds.

An awning made from shadecloth lashed to a frame.

The C628's were powerful brutes that could rip the elderly CNW ore cars to shreds if given half a chance. The ROW between Partridge and Ore Dock was littered with knuckles and assorted ore car parts. This particular train was a classic example as I'd picked him up at Little Lake in mid November 1981. Deer season was on and quite a few of the veteran hoggers were off hunting and a young guy was at the helm of 6730, 6715 and 6707 as they worked east. The "brains" in the caboose wasn't so young and had been giving the engineer tips on train handling most of the way east, interspersed with "don't tear us in two for chrissakes"! Apparently at this point the hogger had enough and had unloaded on the Alco's coming by the Rock depot. He had a Sh**eatin grin on his face as they tore into the hogback. Sure enough just as I got back in the car(and heard the conductor coming unglued on the radio) a couple knuckle/drawbars gave way and the train was in three pieces in "downtown" Rock. After an hour delay amidst much tongue lashing the train proceed east at a more leisurely pace.

I suppose not everyone's cup of tea,whilst on holiday, but the weather for me perfect, umbrella in hand, wind howling, rain lashing, but Clachaig falls in full flow, I was lucky enough to catch twice the ledge overflowing, on this wild camp in Scotland, just sit on a rock, and watch the showers pass up Glencoe.

Many people hope to catch a glimpse of these reddish-green swirls of colour floating in the polar skies. Few are as lucky as ESA astronaut Tim Peake, who captured this dazzling display of the aurora Australis from the International Space Station during his mission in 2016.

This stunning display of light splashed across the sky is a product of severe solar wind lashing against Earth’s protective magnetic shield.

But beauty often comes at a price, and the cost of the aurora, popularly known as the Northern or Southern Lights depending on the hemisphere, is constant surveillance of the Sun.

The giver of light and heat and a key enabler of life on our planet, our Sun is also a volatile ball of hot gas 1.3 million times larger than Earth. Though 4.6 billion years old, the Sun keeps on churning, emitting constant streams of electrons, protons and atomic particles, into space.

On its particularly active days, the Sun can throw out a Coronal Mass Ejection or CME, an outburst of colossal clouds of solar plasma that, if colossal enough, could have serious consequences for life on Earth. One such ejection produced a geomagnetic storm powerful enough to cause a nine-hour outage of electricity in Canada in 1989.

Changing conditions in space due to solar activity is known as space weather and some days it ‘rains’ electrons and protons. Geomagnetic storms can affect the vital systems on which our modern societies depend, such as satellites, communication networks or power grids.

So what is ESA doing about space weather?

We cannot control our Sun, but timely alerts – like those to be enabled by ESA’s future Lagrange solar warning mission – will allow civil authorities and commercial actors to take protective measures, helping minimise economic losses and avoid a disaster that could affect all of us. Advance warning of an oncoming solar storm would give operators of satellites, power grids and telecommunication systems time to take protective measures, sometimes as simple as turning off the devices.

Watching the Sun from a unique position in space, the Lagrange satellite will allow monitoring of the potentially hazardous sunspots and high-speed solar wind streams before they come into view from Earth, and detect solar events and their propagation toward our planet with higher accuracy than is possible today.

If you are lucky enough to glimpse the aurora, though beautiful and harmless, remember that they are the product of the cohabitation with an active star that can do real damage to daily life.

Credits: ESA/NASA

Can't forget the "smaller" ships.

MSC Tina wasn't the only ship getting worked at TTI, as Maersk Alfirk with a fully illuminated lettering was getting lashing rods fastened down for a short trip up to Oakland before returning to East Asia. While Hyundai Courage with a lone "H" was just starting it's unload after a week trip across the Pacific Ocean from Busan, South Korea.

Visitors to the Victoria Falls brave the lashing spray, as they return from a walking tour where it is hoped, they actually were able to see something of the spectacle. This was taken on the Zambian side of the Zambezi river.

Zambia Zimbabwe border. June 2018. © David Hill.

I shot this at the time Kal-Baishaki (Nor-Westers) were lashing the Gangetic belt of Bengal, wreaking havoc in the evening and offering a sparklig cloudscape in the morning. From the rooftop of my ancestral home in Chandannagar, India.

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Boats tied up and sheltering from Storm Emma lashing in from the east

With the mist rolling in and the rain lashing down 66430 makes a cautious approach to Dalwhinnie with 4H47 Mossend to Inverness Freight Sidings. The Milepost indicates we are 58 ½ miles from Perth with the train having a further 60 ¾ miles to Inverness Freight Sidings.

- Thornton Wilder.

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How to deal with disappointment is probably one of the toughest issues one has to deal with as a landscape photographer. I had tried my hand at wedding photography as well as model shoots and while I didn’t enjoy the pressure you deal with in those type of photography, I felt that if you stick with it there is a clear path for self-improvement. What I found challenging about landscape photography is finding the motivation. Considering the money spend planning a trip and the amount of discomfort that nature can put you through, not getting the shot you pictured in mind is pretty demoralizing.

I used to deal with the whole thing by getting angry and lashing out at everything. I am sure my wife found my behavior thrilling. Thankfully with a bit of help and retrospective, I found a better way. For about 2-3 months, I spend a lot of time just watching YouTube videos uploaded by landscape photographers. There we couple of takeaways at the end, all of them seems to enjoy travelling and they seemed to be thankful that they got to be there. It was a refreshing way to look at travel photography. It also reminded me that some of the best trips of my life happened when I didn’t have a camera. The fact that I am visiting locations that most people only see I pictures made it easier to get in line with the new found perspective and appreciation of my situation.

So, in line with that little piece of self-reflection, I am posting today’s image which was taken during our second visit to the beautiful Zion national park. This shot is the very classic shot of the watchman towering over the entrance of the park with the Virgin river providing some excellent leading lines and foreground interest. The reason this view point is such a favorite among visitors is because the obvious shot here all the classical landscape elements. The only changing element here is lighting and may be the water level in the river. During both my conditions, flood conditions were prevalent in the virgin river so I had to be satisfied with the muddy water instead of the contrasty cascade style water. But I still keep my hope that one day I’ll come back and the conditions would be perfect, until then I ‘ll just savor the experience of hiking the narrows of Zion in high water. I am sure that’s a pretty special experience.