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Wallerawang Power Station,
New South Wales, Australia.
I organised a weekend away in the NSW Central West with my friends Bez (Bezzzman) and Ken (Tree on the Mountain)
The plan was to spend the weekend on a 100 acre property in the Capertee Valley - one of the largest canyons in the world.
We were basing ourselves there to explore the ruined town of Glen Davis, an important and historical former mining town in the valley.
I’d scouted some potential photography locations, and one that I was very interested in visiting on our way out the property, was Wallerawang Power Station.
I thought that it would be a great location for some long exposure night photography.
So we decided to stop there on the friday night drive enroute to our destination.
We turned off the main highway for a good vantage point for photographing the power station.
The scene was quite surreal with the power station lit up like a Xmas tree and smoke billowing out of the towers.
We pulled our gear out of the car and began setting up our tripods to do some photography.
I reckon we’d been there no more than about 15-20mins when a police car with its lights flashing approached us.
The cops pulled up behind my Subaru and two officers got out of their car.
We crossed the road and approached the police officers to see what they wanted.
They asked us what we were doing there and we explained our reasons for being in the area.
The officers treated us with suspicion, and asked me to open the back of my 4WD.
They shone their torches into the back of the car and began rummaging around our bags.
Then they requested some ID from us, and we reluctantly supplied our drivers licences.
They took our ID’s and went back to their vehicle to check them out.
After a few minutes they returned, after checking our credentials and obviously not finding any problems.
They still seemed keen for us to leave, but we claimed that we were not breaking any laws or trespassing on private property.
So we stayed to continue our photoshoot.
After about another 15mins, another vehicle with flashing lights drove slowly towards us.
This time it was security from the power station.
Again we were given a bit of a third degree about why we there!
The security officer wanted to see some ID, but by now the novelty of the situation had worn off.
We rather bluntly told the security officer to speak to the police as we’d already supplied our info to them.
We repeated that we were not breaking any laws!
Also, we hadn’t been exactly sneaking around in the dark with balaclavas on like terrorists and we were on a road that led to a nearby town.
The security officer persisted with an interrogation about our motives.
Turns out the security officer was mainly concerned that we were environmental guerrillas from an organisation like Greenpeace.
He thought we might’ve been there to do some kind of exposè on global warming and greenhouse emissions.
Eventually, he got the message that we were just a bunch of strange photographers that didn’t pose a threat to national security.
Eventually, we left the power station and headed back onto the main highway that leads northwest.
We decided after all the excitement that a beer or two was in order.
There was a pub at the small township of Capertee just before we had to turn off to head to the Capertee Valley.
Capertee is your typical Aussie small country town with a general store, a petrol station, and of course the obligatory pub.
I rolled slowly into the carpark of the pub.
Before we knew it out of the pub stumbled a couple of rather drunk patrons towards us.
This woman was pretty fired up & reckoned that she’d heard a bang & accused me of crashing into her car.
We just looked at each other, and thought how weird can this night get!?
I settled her down and when she saw that her car was still in one piece, we all headed inside.
Normal transmission was soon resumed and we found ourselves sitting at a table with the publican having a chat & some Coopers pale ales.
After a few beers it was time to head to our home away from home.
I fired up my Subaru Forester and we were soon threading our way through the winding road that heads towards the Capertee Valley.
I may have been driving a bit too quick for my compadres as they both seemed a bit on edge.
My main concern was that I didn’t encounter any wildlife on the road like wombats or roos.
Anyhow, we somehow managed to overshoot the runway & missed the turnoff for the farm.
We doubled back to search for Hilda (the witch) that marked the entrance to the property.
This time we found her guarding the front gate riding her broomstick.
We drove in through the gate and followed the dirt road for a kilometre or so.
The property had some bungalows, and a caravan on it for us to use.
We unpacked and settled back with some more beers and some music to unwind.
It had been a pretty crazy & surreal journey and we had a laugh about the evening’s events!!
We had been hiking through the city for hours now. It was starting to get late and my legs were killing me. The sun was starting to set behind the city. We were about to go into a opened area down the street before Cristy stopped at a building to our right. She looked it over before turning back to me.
Cristy - “Alright, we’ll set up for the night in here.”
Phin - “Whatever you say.”
She started through the doorway; which was lacking doors to begin with. I followed behind as she checked her corners. It was hard to tell what the place used to be, a clothing store maybe? Probably nothing worth checking though, since it’d probably be either burnt to ashes or covered in them. Some of the walls were green with mold while others were coated in dust. Cloths racks were either which-wayed or flipped over. A checkout counter was against the far wall. Cristy walked over to the other side of the room and found a doorway.
Cristy - “Higher ground will be better.”
She went up through the doorway as I continued to follow behind.
Heading home from Colorado, the sun looked like it was going to break out below a layer of clouds that had kept the sky overcast most of the day. I found this spot on the side of the road with a small patch of wild flowers just in time to catch the setting sun as it blanketed the plain. Southeast Colorado, USA, August 2014
(Camera settings)
Camera: FinePix HS20EXR (FUJIFILM)
Focal Length: 8 mm
ISO Speed: 100
Aperture: f/11
Shutter Speed: 1/4000 sec
One of the highlights of the Namibia trip was the two days we spent camping in the Namib desert. We drove about 6 hours through the desert dunes to a location hundreds of kilometres from anywhere with no phone signals, wifi etc.
You can see the tents being laid out for setting up here, with a shipwreck in the distance. Activity in this wilderness area is strictly controlled, and our guides had to get the necessary permits and ensure that everything was left as we found it when we departed.
Setting sun, the second one from my landscape series. The vivid hues that appears in the sky when the sun is setting down is phenomenal.
Sunset in Rishikesh. Had massive headache, but had a nice daytrip from Delhi..
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I had the honor this weekend to meet up with two other fellow photographers out of Ridgetown, Ontario. Bob and Val West were very gracious to meet up with me and tour me around the area. Both Bob and Val enjoy doing long exposures, but I never though after starting to shoot at 5pm that I would be the one at 4am saying "sorry guys, I think I got to go home now.
This is the first shot of a great night of many. Bob and Val, I thank you guys again.
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An updated grid of examples of the various settings in ClassicToy. The "overdrive" looks are very different.
awning up, camp shower rigged up, kitchen ready for dinner, and most importantly, the camp oven cooking away with a Victoria Sponge in it!
"The Setting Sun at Precious Blood Cemetery"
Woonsocket, Rhode Island
April 11th, 2015
"The Precious Blood Cemetery is in Woonsocket, RI and it continues into Blackstone, Mass. It is located at the intersection of Diamond Hill and Rathbun Street. The main entrance is in Rhode Island but most of the cemetery is in Mass.
Some of the graves have makeshift wooden crosses with handwritten names and epitaphs. There are also ones made of concrete that are crumbling after time. Many of these are located in the back part of the cemetery. There is a reason that this part of the cemetery most definitely might be haunted.
In August, 1955 there was a catastrophe for the area. The area got hit by two weakened but very wet hurricanes. The first one was Hurricane Connie which dropped nine inches of water in Woonsocket and other areas on August 13th and 14th.
One week later came Hurricane Diane. This hurricane brought even more rain to the overflowing rivers and ponds. All this water was too much for the area and it was sweeping away houses and businesses. The Blackstone River runs along the back of the cemetery and when that flooded, Harris Pond, which is also in the area, flooded. The pond flooded so much that it took part of the cemetery away with it.
More than fifty caskets broke and the deceased floated away with the water. Some floated down the street and others floated out to sea never to be seen again. Pieces of caskets and remains were found all over the area.
After the flood many of the bodies were brought to the mausoleum at Precious Blood. They were then reburied and new headstones were made. Some even needed new caskets. It is thought that some of the bodies aren’t the ones that match the headstones they are laid to rest with.
Because of this happening many people think the spirits are looking for there loved ones they were buried next to before the flood. Orbs have been seen on many occasions. Paranormal investigators have also recorded voices and unexplained noises.
Stop in and take a look for yourself. Be sure you check out the back of the cemetery. Maybe you can run into a ghost or two. Just remember to stop in while the cemetery is open and never trespass."
Source: www.examiner.com/article/the-ghosts-of-precious-blood-cem...
As I was shooting this sunset, the phone in my pocket was buzzing with alert after alert. Undeterred from my work, I continued to shoot. It was after the sun had set that I learned of the cowardice and carnage that was taking place in Paris. My visual experience turned to one of symbolism. I realized that the sun was setting on a given way of life. When the sun again rose, it would be shining a little less brightly, illuminating a world made darker by extremism and evil.
At Robron Park, Campbell River, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada. Structure at right is a clear plastic rain shelter at the all-weather playing field. . . . (Polarizing filter used.)
The beautiful sun is setting after donating its light all the day. Sun has been captured while it was going to west sky. This photo is totally unedited.
Change is inevitable, but it's nice to see that a tree still grows in Brooklyn and it wouldnt be Brooklyn if that tree wasn't "special".
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For iphone snappers who think that their blurry, light-blasted shots of something look terrific, especially when endlessly scrolled while crammed in side-by-side with other photos like sardines in a can, they probably won't care about, or understand, why this is a photograph I'm proud to have made under quite challenging and difficult conditions. For those who care:
First, it's an axiom that the more glass you have to shoot through the more it will degrade your final image, albeit slightly in some cases, but for those of us who care about achieving the best focus and the most sharpness in our images it's an issue. So here I'm shooting with the addition of an old 2X teleconverter I bought on eBay many years ago, adding to the difficulty of focusing and gaining a sharp, clear image.
Second, the moon moves fairly quickly through the skies; find a tree that's close to the moon in your field of vision and watch how quickly the moon moves behind that tree. So to further complicate this shot I'm using an entry-level camera at an ISO of only 100 because I want as little noise as possible in this shot, and coupled to that camera is an old lens I bought off of eBay over a decade ago that is completely manual which is coupled to my teleconverter; the lens does not allow for autofocus or setting an f/stop, so my only means of gaining a correct exposure is to adjust my shutter speed, guessing at an initial setting and bracketing from there. Plus, it's a very "slow" lens; and the moon is moving fast. I could switch to a higher ISO, but then I loose precious detail and gain a lot of unwanted noise.
Third, to further complicate matters, my tripod is broken and doesn't hold the camera as steady as it should, allowing vibrations from the release of the shutter to sometimes blur the exposure.
So with all of these things taken into account I managed to make a pretty damned good shot of the Moon this morning, and I'm proud of both the skill and knowledge that it took to do so, in spite of the lack of first-rate gear.
The effective focal length was 1600mm (800mm lens with a 2X teleconverter).
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Happy Memorial Day.
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More photos of our satellite in my set, "Moonglow:"
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Class 20 pairing 20150 & 20167 had just arrived from the Water Orton direction and were setting back their train of loaded coal wagons towards Washwood Heath Yard.
D8150 was delivered in July 1966 and completed 21 years in service, being condemned in November 1987. D8167 was an October 1966 delivery and likewise completed over 21 years, being withdrawn in November 1988. Both locomotives were scrapped at Vic Berry, Leicester.
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