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We've reached the marker cairn, and a short rest. Ahead lies the steepest part of the climb which takes us up on to the summit plateau before we eventually reach An Socach. It will take us about 30 minutes so I'll see you up there!
After a few test runs and weeks of chiropractic care on my back, it's finally time to start the climbing season with a climb up An Socach. An Socach (pronounced An S-Oh-Ack) is my 17th Munro and stands at 944 meters (3097 feet), and although not the longest of climbs parts of it are very steep.
This marked trail from the Swiss Binn valley towards the Italian border is called "Goat Trail", and there are good chances to see wild goat species like chamois or ibex if the weather allows enough visibility. Mostly it's foggy up there though, which is why the red and white trail markers are pretty close to each other. If you look closely you can follow them towards the background of the photo.
Marker Wadden is a cluster of five new, uninhabited natural islands, which were artificially created in the Netherlands from 2016 to 2021 || Marker Wadden is een cluster van vijf nieuwe, onbewoonde natuureilanden, die van 2016 tot 2021 kunstmatig zijn aangelegd in Nederland
When I captured this scene back in July, it was just the onset of yet another summer thunderstorm. One of countless similar images collected over the course of a seemingly endless stream of summer evenings. But they weren't endless. And looking back, this moment, like so many others, has forever escaped my grasp. I didn't post this photo in the moment because I figured there would be a better time, a better storm, better light, or maybe a better frame of mind for me to capture the scene. None of those conditions came to pass. And as it turns out, all of those better things existed only at the precise time I spent gazing across the meadow at this lone tree. I passed by this meadow the other day. The tree is still there. But nothing about the scene looks or feels the same as it did on that stormy July evening back when summer felt endless.
The name of my village, Markyate, refers to boundaries ('mark' and 'gate'). When you mark something out, you are drawing boundaries around it. Markers are signs pointing to these boundaries, many of them imaginary. There are plenty of these in the village.
This marker at the end of a wall is a kind of polyglott, its language will be understood around the world in various ways. What does it tell you?
I have been painting my rocks and so I put a few orange markers together.
Smile on Saturday - Orange
Statue commemorating the practise of 'Swan Upping', carried out annually in July when the mute swans on the Thames, up as far as Oxfordshire, are ringed and divided between The Crown, The Vintners' Company and The Dyers' Company. Before leg rings were common they were marked by nicks in their bills.
The marker indicating the position of the sand bar in Darwin Harbour at sunset.
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Macro Mondays 'sewing notions' theme.
I have set of these pretty sterling silver chakra stitch markers; really not a necessary purchase but it was one of those impulse buys when they caught my eye. I wasn't even looking for stitch markers at the time. However they have come in useful for my current knitting project which will end up with 562 stitches on the needles and needing a stitch marker every 17 stitches. I think I will be using every stitch marker that I own!
The image measures 2.25" in width
The beauty of the 50mm lens (and this AF-S Nikkor 50mm f/1.8G is a beautiful lens) is that it clarifies everything to a specific point of view. If you want to increase your field of view, you have to walk backwards. Or in this case you become part of the landscape itself. You can't zoom in, you just have to get in there among the wide grasses on the river bank. For me the highlight was capturing that green channel marker.
Bridge over the river Olne. At the Rickmansworth Aquadrome (near London). Mitakon Speedmaster manual lens at F 0.95. Edited in macOS High Sierra.
An object dies when the gaze that lights on it has disappeared.
Thank you for watching,
Kind regards
Christophe
At the Rickmansworth Aquadrome (near London). Mitakon Speedmaster manual lens at F 0.95. Edited in Luminar and macOS High Sierra.
A CSX work train dumps an additional layer of rocks on the mainline from Moncrief to Dinsmore, before backing up to the yard.