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Another of this serires of reflection shots, it was a morning that I will never forget and it will probably never be equalled, I hope you all enjoyed them as much as I witnessed it happening in front of my eyes and recording the events!
My today's Sunday slide is loosely based on yet another reflection shot. I hope everyone is having a ball like these moschus ox. Happy Sliders Sunday!
My good friend, Steve Riddle and I, hiked to Bench Lake. Steve had told me previously about this beautiful lake. It was clouded over so we couldn't see the mountain. I instead went with Plan B, and took a couple of reflection shots. Shortly after I took these two shots, the water started rippling so I caught these shots just in time.
This is the same pond where I took the Milky Way reflection shot, this is a morning shot.
Clear skies, calm winds, all other ponds in the area freeze over at night but this one remains ice free. I'm thinking the water might be deeper in this pond, taking longer to cool.
So, it was my first week living in California this past week and I’ve already been in an earthquake, hail storm, thunderstorm, heavy downpours, high winds: you name it! This past Wednesday, it just POURED practically all day in SoCal. Undeterred, and in fact excited, I grabbed my camera, and met up with my Disney pal Caleb and his roommate. We trekked around The Disneyland Resort for those epic reflection shots. Violate weather aside, we totally hit the jackpot on this particular evening: puddles, reflections: EVERYWHERE! Carsland is just…incredible in these conditions for photography! Lots more shots coming from this night for sure!
Some space at the Tate St Ives...
Simply because I wanted to…
I have no recollection of doing this at all..none. Put on in a hurry because Jonathan needs to use my PC to do his tax returns again today and he took all day yesterday but some part had been changed and he was over four hours and failed so got to try again..
He is not happy and neither am I tbh….
I have the use of my PC once again as Jonathan got his Tax sorted out so would like to add this is a double exposure done on Ps using a reflections shot of a mall gallery/ shop and one of my photos of the Tate St Ives...
i had completely forgotten this but i do like how the building of the Tate lined up with the shop window frame....thank you for looking.. Sue :)
A little bit of fun. I couldn't resist flipping this reflection shot over. After this weekend we probably won't be going to the beach because it will be crowded with people.
Dogs aren't allow on the beaches around here and I don't like to push our luck when they are officially open.
I haven't seen this beautiful male this year at Steigerwald. Today I got multiple looks, including this more unique drinking/reflection shot on Gibbon's Creek.
When I woke up in Lone Pine, the sky was overcast and didn't look good for photography at all. As the sun rose, the clouds became more interesting and I loved this view after the Father Crowley Lookout. I stopped and took some shots with different framing and loved this one. This sky wasn't going to help with the reflections shot I was looking for at Lake Manly though. When I got to the lake, the conditions were pretty bad and had to wait until evening to try again.
The Chinese Pistache tree in front of our home is showing itself in bright red colors right now. I poured water over the street pavement for a reflection shot - I took this shot in the blue hour after sunset.
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Shot on iPhone 11 Pro.
My long runs are getting boring (my normal running mates are injured) so took a bit of a different route. Gave me a reflection shot of a different angle to my normal "went for a run, saw a reflection" shot.
Norfolk Southern Train 187 makes for a beautiful reflection shot as they head West through Calcis, AL. With a very colorful Locomotive consist
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Down-Stream.
Two mixed Images :
Leaves shot in Paris 75015 - France
Water Reflections shot in Cannes - Alpes Maritimes - France
- Arthur Conan Doyle.
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A panorama I captured while driving down the Turnagain Arm on our first day in Alaska. I believe we drove during low tide, which made it difficult to get a reflection shot, but when we finally found one, it was perfectly still, allowing for a decent reflection of the mountain ranges on the other side. Even though I had heard about how windy this part of the state can get, there was surprisingly little wind that evening. Little did I know it was the calm before the storm. The next morning, there were gale-force winds and a small hailstorm at the exact location.
The River Lee in Cork is a great place to capture some amazing reflection shots. Cork is a wonderful city to visit on the southeast Ireland coast - it is under three hours travel time by train from Dublin.
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Week 29 Reflections
Shot with an Enna "Correlar 80 mm F 2.9" lens on a Canon EOS R5.
White Pocket, Arizona. Not the best light, but it's always fun to find a pool of water in the desert and get a reflection shot.
A scotrail inter7city service heads across the Rossie viaduct at Montrose,sun was in short supply all weekend and we drove here as it looked like this was the only place that would get any decent weather and were rewarded by a pretty good reflection shot
Had a lovely walk around Saltram with the dog this morning, the Plym Estuary was looking gorgeous. There was no wind and a slight bit of mist on the water when I arrived, but by the time I got down to Saltram Beach the mist had disappeared. This is a mobile phone shot as I didn't take my camera with me, so quality isn't as good as I'd like it to be. I just can't resist a good reflection shot ;)
I got several reflection shots of this area, but this is my favorite. The reflections in the water were gorgeous. This was as far as we walked along the strip. We started at the Tropicana, so I was getting tired by the time we got to the Venetian. Then for the l-o-n-g walk back to where we parked our car.This was taken about 2 am, so there weren't as many people to contend with getting in the shots. Taken in front of the Venetian.
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A Northern Fulmar streaking along the glass-like waters allowed for some perfect reflection shots - - Svalbard Norway
I finally got round to editing some more pics of New Zealand. Here we have a sunrise pic from the very end of lake Wakatipu at Glenorchy. Wandering round he delta on a still morning meant there were plenty of reflection shots to be had.
I was watching this Little Egret hunting in the shallows and waited until it came to an area close-by that offered a chance of a reflection shot.
Taken on the Somerset Levels.
Spent a great day with Iain highlandscape and as we passed up so many wonderful reflection shots He had his wildlife head on today. Finally persuaded him to stop and get some pictures such as this one
I was slowly approaching the birdbath to try to catch the birds bathing and drinking there...but then I saw the reflection. Sorry birds, you were pre-empted! fortvan.org/item/providence-academy.html
That perennial favorite of shy street photographers... the old storefront window reflection shot. I used a Minolta X370 in 1992 or so. T-Max 5052. I digitized the film with my 5D (Classic), an Olympus Zuiko 50mm macro lens with some extension tubes, and a homemade slide duplicator.
Try saying Ponsticill after a cup of tea!!! We had a super day out last Saturday visiting various reservoirs trying to get reflection shots.
The shot was taken after I took the perfect Mt.Mckinley reflection shot in Reflection Pond. We then
took the camper bus to this location. It was before 8am, 50 mins after sunrise. The morning mist on the lake is really beautiful.
- John Keats.
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When I'm exploring new locations for photography, I often seek out lakes on maps for their potential as viewpoints. In mountainous areas, lakes can provide stunning reflection shots, making them an excellent starting point for me. When we decided to visit Alaska on a whim, I didn't have much time to prepare. I had only a vague idea and no fixed plans. On our first day, we drove south along the coast, aiming to find interesting spots around the numerous lakes and ponds we spotted on the maps. My plan worked well because most of the lakes we targeted offered breathtaking views of the surrounding mountains. However, since we visited in the middle of winter, we rarely saw any water. I'm excited to visit these locations again when conditions change.
“Shall we do Skogafoss first today and then work our way back via Dyrholaey? It might be a bit quieter if we go in the morning before the coachloads arrive.”
It was the last full day of shooting in the area around our base at Vik, and so far, results had been mixed since arriving at the Puffin Hotel on Saturday evening. While we agreed that the waffle makers at the breakfast buffet were a touch of genius on the part of the proprietors, and while we almost swooned with delight at the lamb goulash served in enormous bowlfuls of warm filling splats at the Ice Cave Restaurant, there was little doubt that conditions had been challenging. Sunday had been mostly dry, and had at least allowed us to wander across the black sands of Reynisfjara and then up onto the plateau of Dyrholaey, with some fairly pleasing, although not ecstatically charged results. Shooting back towards the east and the sea stacks of Reynisdrangar had been a constant battle against a steady drizzle as the afternoon headed towards evening.
Monday however, had been extremely difficult from the moment we opened the curtains of our hotel room to witness a heavy blast of rain flying sideways along the street. Not a day without any images at all, as a later post will show you, but one that was mostly spent mooching about in the hotel before heading for the shopping centre to buy presents for the ladies in our lives and my yet to be born grandchildren. I think Monday may in fact have delivered one of my favourite images from the trip, and almost certainly my favourite story, but you’ll have to bear with for a moment, as the queue for the editing suite is as long as it’s ever been right now. You’re going to laugh though – that’s all I’ll say for the moment. Hold that thought.
So we were hanging quite a lot of our hopes on Tuesday. The day had started dry and without wind and we knew that somewhere, there was a reflection of Skogafoss to be had. Exactly where was less certain, although we had an idea. But should we seek that spot first, or should we head for the main car park and brave the crowds to get the close-up shots of the waterfall. Of course, if you’re an early riser and you can resist the abundant temptations posed by the waffle makers, this sort of thing isn’t really going to trouble you, but some of us are made of less stern stuff I’m afraid – besides which I’m not sure that Skogafoss really cuts it as a sunrise or sunset location. Not in September anyway. In the event, we rolled into the main car park, deciding the reflection shot could wait. Only one coachload of selfie seekers had been disgorged by 10am, and so we reached for our wellies and entered the fray, Lee’s famous Friday night five a side elbows swinging around wildly to ward off the worst of them as we set up our shots. I’m glad I got the shot I really wanted from here in 2019 is all I’ll say, but I think I might have something to share later. Possibly. It was fun anyway. Lee certainly came away with a shot he liked. There’s a link to his feed at the end of this story by the way. I think that most of you already follow him, but just in case you didn’t, he’s been unusually productive since we came back from Iceland, so I’d jump aboard quickly if I were you.
After half an hour, by which time four more coaches had arrived, we clambered up the long zigzag staircase to the top of the waterfall, where the famous troll shots appear to be no longer possible, thanks to the health and safety team at Skogafoss. Maybe it’s another accident blackspot – who knows? But if you’re going up top, hoping to grab that shot, I’m sorry to break it to you but you’re going to be disappointed unless they've built a side exit to the staircase since I wrote this. But on the flipside you’ll be glad you made the two hundred foot climb, as another post that will come later will hopefully persuade you. It’s really rather nice up there and you’ll be glad of the reward as you reacquaint yourself with the concept of oxygen and breathing it in and out again. How many later posts is that I’ve committed to now?
Finally, it was time to seek out that reflection, although it hadn’t escaped our notice that there was now a distinctly breezy feel to the air. The road now in front of us didn’t appear to be private, although it led only to a farm that nestled snugly at the foot of the massif that runs unbroken across the south coast of Iceland all the way back to Seljalandsfoss. We’d spotted a large pond on the online map that seemed to be the obvious candidate, which needed further investigation. As I splashed my way through a ford that threatened to drown my welly boots, I turned to find a dozen pairs of eyes gazing intently in my direction. Where had they come from? Were we going to inadvertently harry them out onto the ring road when we drove back towards it, having now discovered that we were definitely in the wrong spot? I returned to the car where Lee was waiting for the results from the exploration party and chewed yet another tasteless protein bar that was supposed to pass for lunch as the sheep gradually dispersed in the way that sheep always do. Up the sides of almost vertical mountains seems to be their favourite grazing ground around here.
And then at the end of the road we realised we’d been missing the patently obvious all along. Quite how we’d not seen the lake beside the main road I really can’t say, but there it was, waiting, rippling urgently, with a huge waterfall reflected on the smoother part of its surface. On the edge of the high ground, hints of mist and mood pervaded the scene, mingling with the spray from Skogafoss and doing what Iceland does best of all. And we were still being watched, by a much smaller committee – just to make sure we weren’t causing any trouble you know. Isn’t it great when a pair of sheep bring something to a landscape such as this? It was an image I always knew was going to be edited in mono. The strip of land upon which Dolly and Deirdre are standing was a strange washed out orange that no amount of colour processing was going to render with any sense of satisfaction.
You’ve seen (hopefully) a number of images from this adventure so far, all in full colour and there will be many more of those to follow. But Iceland is a country that so often lends itself to black and white, particularly I feel when the subject is as clear and obvious as a two hundred foot waterfall can be. You’d think it might be a favourite moment, although in truth we were right beside the ring road and that protein bar really hadn’t done the job it was intended to do, I really needed to do what a man of certain years has to do, and another visit to the Ice Cave Restaurant was on our minds. But I’m pretty sure it’s going to end up being one of my favourite images from the trip. The walls at home are going to run out of space pretty quickly at this rate.
Finally, thanks again to everyone who sent their kind wishes on the birth of my granddaughter last weekend. That really meant a lot you know. Mother and baby are doing well, and Grandad is a soppy old fool who melted at first sight of her of course.
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Another shot from the place where I have been going for reflection shots. There was a high wind here today, so not as much "gold in them thar hills", but not all of the leaves are gone yet, and that little bay is sheltered. I am still hoping that the Hooded Mergansers will show up like they have for the past several years.
Beaumaris Lake. Edmonton Alberta.
A glorious morning for taking reflection shots at Brixham marina.
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It wasn’t the first time I’d stood here, but it was the first that I’d spent more than about four seconds squelching about on the marshy ground on the west side of Kirkjufell without being seen off by one of the local residents. Three years earlier, in my attempts to find out exactly where all of those beautiful reflection shots of this iconic mountain had been taken from, an irate Arctic Tern had wasted no time in telling me exactly what she thought of my unwelcome intrusion into a space she regarded as her own. As I stumbled about, she bore down upon me like a harpy, a shrieking flurry of wings, beak and claws. And while contact wasn’t made, she came close enough to leave me in no doubt as to her intentions. They’re not the largest birds you’ll meet here, but they might just be the fiercest when they’re feeling threatened. In my defence I hadn’t realised that there were likely to be busy nests around here, and I made a hasty exit in the direction of the van, where Lee had been awaiting the report from my reconnaissance mission on the marshes. My humiliation complete, and one furious feathered tactical missile returned to parenting duties, we made for the waterfalls on the southern side of the mountain, abandoning all thoughts of trying to take a shot here.
But now we were back, in September rather than July, and this being early autumn in these northerly reaches, there were no airborne assaults lying in wait as we began our first photographic mission of “Iceland Mark 2, The Return.” Or “Back in Iceland. This Time It’s Personal,” or whatever you want to call the sequel. The great irony is that by now we knew exactly where the reflection shots we’d seen from other photographers had been taken, and this wasn’t the spot. But we’d deal with that later. For now we wanted to explore this quiet space, less than a mile from the packed car park by the classic waterfall view, and revel in the fact that nobody was here except for ourselves. And those gracefully belligerent Arctic Terns, that had been such a ubiquitous part of the Iceland Mark 1 story, were nowhere to be seen. That’s all I can offer. If you were hoping for a lecture on where they go and when, I humbly apologise. I’m sure there are far more reliable sources on the topic. Actually I just had to stop writing to find out for myself. My goodness, they have the longest migration of all, spending their entire lives moving from the Arctic summer to the Antarctic summer, and then back again. Up to twenty-two thousand miles in an endless loop each year. A long way for a beak full of sand eels. There, I might yet make it onto Sir David Attenborough’s Christmas card list. No Puffins here in September either, just in case you were wondering.
I suppose like most mountains, Kirkjufell looks very different at every angle you care to view it from. From the classic position by the waterfalls it’s a particularly fine looking specimen and instantly recognisable. But from east or west it takes on a new form entirely, and though it remains easy to identify as you approach the area by road, I wonder whether that’s simply the anticipation factor at work and the knowledge of exactly where it is. After all, there are plenty of similar trapezoid shapes rising from the fjords around this part of Snæfellsnes. It only takes on that famously distinctive “Sorting Hat” appearance when viewed from the waterfalls and the lake. But we still felt it was worth exploring from the west side, and the marshes and river were offering some interesting foregrounds to work with. And to add to the mood we’d been blessed with some very dramatic clouds on this first afternoon, that hung in the sky like alien invaders, a gathering migration of a different kind. Eventually I found myself at the edge of the river, a pleasing curve in front of me that swept silently across the textured marsh.
During those first two days we photographed Kirkjufell from a number of angles, with a variety of foregrounds that showed that there’s far more to this place than the waterfall view we all know so well. Not that I don’t love that viewpoint, but next time I think I’d try moving further away again and seeing what the long lens offers. And if that happens to be in summer, further away will probably be better. I don’t want to risk the wrath of any more of those Arctic Terns. Next time one of them might just leave me staring into the heavens in bewilderment as they fly off carrying my hat and one half of my scalp in their talons. Which might spoil the trip entirely.
I was out shooting photos for a client. It had been raining a lot. I walked in the back lot and saw all these puddles in the rocks and got excited - there had to be a good reflection shot somewhere. I took a bunch but none were as exciting as this one, that bright yellow truck just jumps out looking so cool!
These are a few more of the glass and light reflection shots I took the other night. Aged glass has such a deep beauty and holds so much life and light in it.
They're remodeling Mon Ami next week and changing all the colors. I don't like to see things that are beautiful change so I'm taking as many images now. Who knows, maybe I'll love the new color scheme too. I just hope they don't get rid of the antique doorknob I love so much.
Take care and be well ~ Beth =]
I took a day off, and did a road trip in the Swiss Alps and nearby Südtirol in Italy. After Davos I passed by the Flüelapass, a high mountain pass leading to Zernez in the Engadin. There was hardly any wind, perfect for a reflection shot, holding the camera just above water.
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another couple of shots from yesterday at the pool a long tailed tit ,first since lockdown and the grey wagtail posing nicely for a reflection shot
Just like my last Oregon coast shot, it proved hard to retrace my footsteps to find out JUST where this was taken, my only guess being it was south of Bandon. On one of the descending trails from the forested cliffside to the beach I instantly spotted a haystack rock in the water.
This left me with a couple of options. I could try for a sideline shot of the beach and focus on the rock, but that would be a bit generic and probably not the best looking. I could get a full reflection shot when the waves receded (which was a better idea, and I did end up getting that too).
But then I saw these two rocks and tried another composition. Recalling Starvation Creek, I knew there was potential in a wedged shot. But the saving grace of this shot was really the logs at the bottom of the frame, helping provide a good foreground and some of them even pointing out to the rock.
Now admittedly I did cheat a little bit. The haystack rock was much smaller in the original shot and I couldn't bring out my 200m cause I had the foreground I wanted right here. So I pulled out another one of my shots with a closer and more detailed view of the rock (learned my lesson from previous shots, enlarging something already in the frame more often then not just ends in the subject looking softer). The rest of the image you see has not been tampered with (and it was the only frame in this position I had strangely). It looks reminiscent of a national park poster with the oil-like art style.
I went down to my local park where I have gotten some good reflection shots of the pond there and saw this. The green really stood out to me, so I decided to forgo the pond.
For Crazy Tuesday theme "Reflections"
I shot this lovely bit of light on Saturday night, I had just finshed a wedding and on my out for the evening I saw clouds I thought would play for me. So i turned the car and hit my local harbour. I saw the tide was in (for once) and i knew I wanted to do a reflection shot, because my local area is crap generally for foreground detail. So i shot this verto with my ND110 to smooth the water out over a 20s exposure so i could see the relection better. I love this time of year for colour i'll be making my D300 work over time i think now, lol
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