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I'm spending the winter months of 2014-2015 in a warm spot on the beach in Indialantic, FL (if I have Internet access, it doesn't matter too much where I'm physically located).
In addition to my sunrise walks along the beach, I’m also shooting various other afternoon scenes that look interesting — especially during the “golden hour” that extends from roughly an hour before sunset to an hour afterwards. The view in all of these shots is basically eastwards (sometimes northeast or southeast), so the sun is always setting behind me in the west. Thus, I’ll sometimes see some pink skies, or some interesting mixtures of late-afternoon sunlight and blue/purple colors — but not the fiery red/yellow/pink skies that accompany the sunsets in the west ...
These are some of the shots that I thought were somewhat interesting ...
Never seen a sign like this before and I had to think for a bit as to what it even meant.
I even resorted to looking up the meaning. I guess there are quite a lot of artifacts to be found here in the state of Georgia from the Civil War.
With Sliders Sunday just a few days away, it was my luck that these Low Life Lawbreakers showed up when they did.
HSS !
This gold nugget is named “Hand of Faith.” It’s the size of a baby, and it weighs almost 62 pounds.
It was found in 1980 by a guy in Australia with a metal detector, who reportedly almost didn’t bother to dig it up because he thought that his machine was faulty.
Hand of Faith was only six inches below the surface. The Golden Nugget hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada, bought it for a million dollars. It's worth today has been set at $1.5 million.
Treasure hunters (mudlarks) digging into the river bank at low tide on The Thames by The City looking for ancient relics.
My latest Polaroid emulsion lift on paper, currently on show at Creation Fine Arts, Beverley, UK.
This one features classic scenes from the British seaside and Britain in general - including my personal favourite - the Pearlies! The main focus of the one is the Brighton Wheel, but it also features Ramsgate, Margate, Dungeness, Blackpool, Broadstairs, London, and more!
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Some people prefer to be by themselves, happy in their own company, in their own world.
And notice, you see them more, music or phone on the ears.
I am fortunate that Paul and I can be 'alone'---->'together'.
End up in a photogenic place, each do our own thing, to get together and share our experience or the silence.
Have a great day and thank you for viewing, M, (*_*)
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Whenever I see a metal detectorist on Porty Beach, the old Calvin and Hobbes comic about digging for hidden loot always comes to my mind, "there's treasure everywhere!"
a shot taken a few weeks ago ... of two people wading across Morecambe Bay.
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After a long night shift as an NHS worker, Alistair gets down to the beach to see what he can find, and generally enjoy the fresh air after being cooped up all night. “Good pickings?” I asked. “Well, not a lot…”. Many years ago I used to spend hours out with my father and his old C-Scope metal detector. We’d always tell people we didn’t find much, it was better that way. I was told there had been a few interesting finds, not necessarily of great value, but interesting. Most of the time that’s good enough.
In beautiful BC....he was so engrossed in his treasure hunt with his metal detector that he didn't even hear me click as I walked by. I think my dad would like this one...
~“Life is more than love and pleasure,
I came to dig for treasure.
If you want to play, you gotta pay,
You know it’s always been that way
We all came digging for treasure.”
― Stephen King
“There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy’s life
that he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure.”
- Mark Twain
I went down to Pismo Beach last week to photograph sunset. The sunset never materialized due to the clouds and the shore was a mess because of the storms. I ran across at least five people with metal detectors looking for what the storm brought up. One lady had a gold ring with a red stone, it looked valuable.
(more details later, as time permits)
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I'm spending the winter months of 2014-2015 in a warm spot on the beach in Indialantic, FL (if I have Internet access, it doesn't matter too much where I'm physically located).
In addition to my sunrise walks along the beach, I’m also shooting various other afternoon scenes that look interesting — especially during the “golden hour” that extends from roughly an hour before sunset to an hour afterwards. The view in all of these shots is basically eastwards (sometimes northeast or southeast), so the sun is always setting behind me in the west. Thus, I’ll sometimes see some pink skies, or some interesting mixtures of late-afternoon sunlight and blue/purple colors — but not the fiery red/yellow/pink skies that accompany the sunsets in the west ...
These are some of the shots that I thought were somewhat interesting ...
#ABFav_end_of_summer
or detectorists... an empty beach may hold lost treasure? These here hope to find it, LOL, M, (*_*)
Ci vuole perseveranza, tanta costanza, poi vengono i risultati. Tra la battigia si instaurano correnti che rimescolano la sabbia e gli oggetti metallici in essa mescolati: è come se oggetti aventi lo stesso peso specifico si cercassero e si mettessero insieme. Ecco allora piccoli filoni di monete, altri di anelli che riaffiorano dopo un sonno di trenta o quarant’annni..
Bartolomeo Conti, cercatore con metal detector sul litorale del Cavallino
It takes perseverance, constancy, then are the results. Between the shoreline you establish current scrambling the sand and metal objects mixed in it: it's as if objects with the same specific gravity are tried and they put together. Here then small strands of coins, others of rings that have resurfaced after a sleep of thirty or forty years ...
Bartolomeo Conti, litorale del Cavallino
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Ci vuole perseveranza, tanta costanza, poi vengono i risultati. Tra la battigia si instaurano correnti che rimescolano la sabbia e gli oggetti metallici in essa mescolati: è come se oggetti aventi lo stesso peso specifico si cercassero e si mettessero insieme. Ecco allora piccoli filoni di monete, altri di anelli che riaffiorano dopo un sonno di trenta o quarant’annni..
Bartolomeo Conti , Cavallino
It takes perseverance, constancy, then are the results. Between the shoreline you establish current scrambling the sand and metal objects mixed in it: it's as if objects with the same specific gravity is tried and they put together. Here then small strands of coins, others of rings that have resurfaced after a sleep of thirty or forty years ...
Bartolomeo Conti , Cavallino
see Italians portfolio
Here's Willow again, taken about 20 minutes after my previous photo. I had my metal detector discriminator circuit set to ignore all but the largest pieces of ferrous metal, allowing any coins to be more easily picked out of the area close to my house... which is loaded with old nails, bits of rusty metal and other material. About a dozen shallow holes produced several pennies, not old, and all seriously dinged by the blade of a power mower. This particular hole seemed promising... a target having been located that produced a distinct "boink" sound when sweeping the disc across the spot, usually a very good sign. I had already gently pushed Willow away from a half dozen holes while working to unearth what the machine detected. Here she's hovering over yet another hole, her head in an inconvenient position, probably waiting for me to continue digging. This was a "dry hole", yielding only a small balled up aluminum foil gum wrapper. About fifteen feet to my left a small fallow spike buck was investigating a small hole (unproductive) I had dug and filled in.
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