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After slogging up the really steep bit in a deluge the rain continued as we reached the first top on the northern end of the ridge, but as we turned south for the main summit the clouds started to break up and tease us with glimpses of the views we could have seen on a good day.
The big brouhaha over Eric Grandy's article and the subsequent shutdown of Atlas (I've dubbed it "Atlasgate") moves from posters to stencils. This is outside The Comet, while a "Fuck Grandy" is outside The Satellite.
Ravenseat farm after the four mile slog down through the bog from Nine Standards Rigg was an oasis. We all had a cream tea...... it was utter heaven. I am particularly pleased with this shot of Nick as he was being sponsored on his coast to coast walk for Guide Dogs for the Blind.
Lost the plot? The big picture is here
Today's map of where I've been is here
Damir Slogar, CEO de Big Blue Bubble, Xavier Carrillo CEO de Digital Legends Entertainment, Maarten Noyons, fundador y presidente de IMGA y Ben Brudenell Director de Arte de " Dawn of Titans".
GBRF's 66706 'Nene Valley' having loaded at Arcow Quarry now heads north to Blea Moor to run round before heading south to Hunslet Tilcon north of Horton-in-Ribblesdale. Settle and Carlisle Railway.
I've been a self employed draughtsman for a while now, but every so often i do some sub-contracting to give my finances a bit of a boost, i'm currently working on some highway design projects for a short period of time, the only problem is that i don't get to work at home :-( instead i have to go to one of these modern business parks, designed to make a nice working environment, but in stead remind you how much you hate the nine to five slog.
Anyway, to entertain my self during cigarette & dinner breaks, i've been taking a few pictures on my phone, plus i get the chance to try out the VSCO Cam app that i've had for a while, as you tell i quite like the B&W 02 preset :-)
A bit of a slog from the last panorama, here you can really see the glacier and two lateral moraines. What isn’t immediately obvious is that the gravel plain is also the glacier — under the gravel is more ice, slowly creeping downhill.
The couple on the trail were a friendly pair of folks from America. We talked a bit about China, where I had gone and they hadn't, and she asked me what the Chinese believed in. The only way to be happy is to have faith, you see, and the Chinese seem happy so they must have faith. I think I said something like "in their country" while my brain was quietly stripping its gears.
This High Dynamic Range panorama was stitched from 42 bracketed images with PTGUI Pro, tone-mapped with Photomatix, and touched up in Aperture.
Original size: 19002 × 3939 (74.8 MP).
Location: Plain of Six Glaciers, Lake Louise, Banff National Park, Alberta, Canada
Well for, 158855 anyway.The Settle & Carlisle line is safely in the hands of Class 158's, been supplemented sometimes by not so comfortable Class 153's. The unit here is seen been prepared by the onboard train crew. That is, Driver, Guard and, only certain S&C trains, a trolley dolly! It was making a fair racket as air was been thrown into it!
Information in swedish and english:
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Fornlämningstätheten är stor i området och ett antal gravfält har registrerats i höjdterrängen runt gården. Det finns två registrerade fornlämningar norr om området och Holmvägen. Den västra är ett gravfält. Holm i Tuve socken nämns på 1500-talet som en by. Där låg tre rejäla bondgårdar. I början av 1600-talet slogs de tre gårdarna samman för bildandet av säteriet Holm, angivet som St Holm. Hisingen var då delat mellan Sverige och Norge och Tuve var svenskt. Så var det fram till 1658. Namnet stora Holm kom till av ett missförstånd efter att en kanslist skrivit Säteriet Holm som St Holm. Det tolkades sedan som Stora Holm. 1690 blev Stora Holm löneboställe åt Göteborgs kommendant. Efter att riksrådet Carl Dücher bytt till sig Stora Holm 1728 växte flera nya torp fram på ägorna. Hagen, Boenkullen och Grimman var några av dem. I Tuve by började skiftena på 1830-talet. På stora Holm var man mindre glad åt förändringarna. På 1860-talet bekostade den dåvarande ägaren Carl Burghardt dikesgrävning och byggandet av Holmdammen för den före detta kvarnens vattenförsörjning. Torpet Bönekullen hörde även till Stora Holm. Där bodde ett flertal personer som gjorde dagsverke på säteriet. Under 1800-talet utvecklades jordbruket och mjölkproduktionen hade en framträdande plats. På gården arbetade statare som bodde på gården och jordtorpare som utförde dagsverken på gården. Under 1800-talet fanns omkring nio torp vid Stora Holm, de flesta låg i anslutning till de höglänta betesmarkerna vid egendomens södra och västra delar. Ett par av dessa torp finns kvar idag; exempelvis Svens torp, Carls torp och Berndts torp. Berndts torp (numera kallat Almedal) ligger utanför planområdet men finns med i Göteborgs bevarandeprogram Kulturhistoriskt värdefull bebyggelse. På ägorna norr om Holmvägen låg säteriets smedja och vagnslider. Det fanns även ett bostadshus (kallat Valen) med tre lägenheter och tillhörande uthuslänga, för arbetare vid säteriet. Holmvägen avgränsas även på norra sidan av en lång stenmur. Denna mur är väl bevarad och är mer av stödmurskaraktär än stenmuren som ramar in säteriets trädgårdsanläggning. Stora Holms sista privata ägare var riksdagsmannen Herman Andersson. Vid hans död 1938 köpte Göteborgs stad in egendomen. Man rev då ladugården och magasinsbyggnaden men lät resten stå kvar. Vällingklockan som upplyste drängar och pigor om matrast togs ner.
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Ancient remains density is high in the area and a number of burial sites have been registered in altitude terrain around the farm. There are two registered archaeological sites north of the area and Holmvägen. The west is a burial ground. Holm in Tuve parish mentioned in the 1500s as a village. There were three substantial farmhouses. At the beginning of the 1600s were the three farms together for the formation of the manor Holm stated that St Holm. Hisingen was then divided between Sweden and Norway and Tuve was Swedish. So it was up to the 1658. Identification of major Holm came to a misunderstanding after a clerk typed manor Holm St. Holm. It was interpreted then as Stora Holm. 1690 was Stora Holm wage homestead at Gothenburg commandant. After councilor Carl Ducher swapped with Stora Holm 1728 grew several new crofts up on the grounds. Hagen, Boenkullen and Grimman were some of them. In Tuve village began parcels in the 1830s. On Stora Holm was one less happy about the changes. In the 1860s, paid for the then owner Carl Burghardt trenching and construction of Holm dam of the former mill's water supply. Croft Bönekullen belonged also to Stora Holm. There lived a number of people who did day's work at the manor. In the 1800s, developed agriculture and milk production was prominent. The farm work farm laborer who lived on the farm and earth crofters who performed numer on the farm. In the 1800s there were about nine cottages at Stora Holm, most were related to the upland pastures of the property south and west. A couple of these cottages remain today, such as Sven's cottage, Carl crofts and Berndt´s croft. Berndt´s cottage (now called Almedalen) is outside the planning area but are included in Gothenburg conservation programs Culture Historically valuable buildings. On the estate north of Holmvägen low Farmhouse and forge and coach. There was also a residential building (called Valen) with three apartments and associated outbuildings extend, for workers at the manor. Holmvägen also bounded on the north side of a long stone wall. This wall is well preserved and is more of nature than retaining wall stone wall that frames the Farmhouse and gardens. Stora Holm's last private owner was the senator Herman Andersson. Upon his death in 1938 bought the city of Gothenburg in the property. It tore the barn and warehouse, but let the rest stand. The bell to inform the servants and maids of meal break was taken down.
A road haulier back in the 1950s and 60s could scarcely go wrong with the combination of an Atkinson chassis and Gardner engine. Atkinson lorries were hand-built in a Preston factory, while the Gardner engine works were in Patricroft, Manchester. These supremely reliable trucks slogged their way up and down the trunk roads of Britain. This Atkinson Borderer dates from 1972/73 and is preserved at the Bury Transport Museum. By this date however, the road haulage scenario was changing. Britain now had a comprehensive motorway network, permitting faster cruising speeds for trucks. Volvo and Scania capitalised on these developments with their advanced turbo-supercharged trucks with unprecedented driver comfort. More haulage business was on a contract basis too, especially as supermarkets gained market dominance and created distribution networks. Speed was now of the essence. The classic British slogger of a truck duly faded from the scene.
Con fondo negro siempre mejor....
Este slogan es de una vieja campaña televisiva de hace unos años.... os acordais?
Este diseÑO fue inspirado en el slogan “Todo heroe merece una pilsen” En caso hacemos honor a los hombres y mujeres berracos que con sus cultivos hacen brillar nuestra cuidad con flores , colores y aromas que nos fortalecen de esperanza, alegria, pujanza y optimismo, valores orgullosamente paisas.
Los sembradores merecen un gran homenaje porque de generacion en generacion con su esfuerzo y su labor reflejan obras de arte con lo que la naturaleza nos ha dado en este caso las diferentes especies de flores expresan la perfeccion y el amor con la que los paisas hacemos nuestro trabajo.
Todo lo anterior hace que disfrutemos la feria a lado una pilsen bien helada!!!
Nick Berry of Mighty Riders pushes through the grueling second round of sand pits at the 2010 New Brighton cyclocross race. This upcoming weekend is the last of the season, with the BC Cup Finals on Saturday in South Surrey, and the Provincial Championships in North Vancouver on Sunday. Maybe I'll see you there?
Pasión y paciencia, fue el slogan elegido por ¡Valencia!, la agencia de publicidad y comunicación integral de Basilea, Suiza, para su reunión de teambulding que tuvo como actividad principal un entrenamiento intensivo de surf en nuestra escuela.
Una formidable experiencia, sin duda.
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This is some grafitti on a transport train at the worksite I am working at these days. It was nearly the only interesting thing there today other than the fancy toilet in my recent stream.
After a grinding slog through the forest, we finally found good fishing. Next time we’ll know to stick to the main trail!
This small stream flows into Rawson Lake. I hopped across rocks to get to its banks, trying very hard to avoid trampling the vegetation. Even in summer it was a bit chilly — as you can see we’re level with snow, still unmelted in the shadow of the mountain.
This High Dynamic Range 360° panorama was stitched from 63 bracketed photographs with PTGUI Pro, tone-mapped with Photomatix, and touched up in Aperture.
Original size: 18204 × 9102 (165.7 MP; 184 MB).
Location; Rawson Lake, Peter Lougheed Provincial Park, Alberta, Canada
After a grinding slog through the forest, we finally found good fishing. Next time we’ll know to stick to the main trail!
This High Dynamic Range 360° panorama was stitched from 60 bracketed photographs with PTGUI Pro, tone-mapped with Photomatix, and touched up in Aperture.
Original size: 16216 × 7516 (121.9 MP; 133 MB).
Location: Rawson Lake, Peter Lougheed Provincial Park, Alberta, Canada
Competitors in the European Duathalon Championships at Holyrood Park. Apologies to the athletes involved - I don't have your names!
Q437 slogs up the mountain at Ballou's (the first of many trains I would shoot here) with CSX 5115, 4834, and 6245 for power.
66850 slogs past the 260 milepost on the final approaches to Ais Gill summit on 28.05.12, while working the 6J37 Carlisle Yard - Chirk loaded timber wagons.
My search for a worthy, lighter, more compact alternative to the big, clunky DSLR (an imaginary tech column write-up):
I took the Olympus out again today. I really wanted to give it a good slog this time. It was a nice day for it. None of this gloomy Melbourne weather crap that often lingers every time I shoot. I'm unwell so I didn't venture out very far - off I went to the Melbourne CBD.
What did I get out of today?. Good old Vitamin D, people watching, a bit of exercise, and...mixed emotions. I was excited to be an Olympus owner. I had high hopes - I heard so many great things about the Micro Four Thirds sensor. Also, the body is light. It is compact - hours of shooting no longer becomes an issue!. Goodbye RSI. And of course, the retro style body is an aesthetic bonus. My gripe?. I found myself longing for the Nikon D600 (upgrade imminent!). I was torn. I loved the size, weight and aesthetic quirks of the Olympus OMD EM-10, but I wanted the performance and functionality of my DSLR.
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On the bright side, the EM-10's 81 point AF system is fantastic. 3-axis Image Stabilisation? - GREAT! It mitigated shakes at slower shutter speeds. Coupled with the 25mm (35, 50mm equivalent) lens, the EM-10 is beautiful for portrait shots. What else? The basic ISO range served sufficiently for low light conditions and noise was well handled. The real bonus for me though is the wi-fi connection to Smartphones - I haven't owned a camera body that has this feature and it is very handy; adjust your settings straight from the phone and import your photos. Et voila! Instant high quality social media upload!. There is obviously some good fun to be had!.
My verdict: It lacks in so much that a DSLR (even an entry level one) doesn't. But that's just it. It isn't a DSLR. If I am to look at this objectively, the EM-10 does A LOT for something so compact. For the field it plays in, it truly does perform. Benchmark it against a DSLR and you will undoubtedly be disappointed. It isn't a league for league comparison and I know I'm being unfair. But let's be real; Image quality is what we're really losing out on here and quite frankly, it isn't something an enthusiast or seasoned professional alike would ever forego just to be RSI-free. I'll take all of the RSI, thank you very much!.
So, where to from here?. Seems I've come to a sticky point in my search for a worthy lighter, compact alternative to my full-frame Nikon DSLR. Perhaps I should stop the search and learn to love the bulk?. Or maybe...just maybe, I hear the distant cries of the Sony Alpha A7S MKII begging to be loved?. Only time will tell.
When I was young and fit, Blakeney Point was a long, hard slog. It's a shingle ridge several miles long and hard going every step. Now, not so young and only exercising once every few years when a rare bird turns up on Blakeney Point, it was torturous. To make matters worse I was half way up when news came out that it hadn't been seen since the initial sighting and was thought possibly to have flown off. Fortunately, I realised that if I cut my losses and turned back, and then it did reappear, I wouldn't have the energy left to go back up again, so I pressed on. Good job I did, as within a few minutes of arriving at the spot where it had been seen the gloomy mood soon switched as it dropped in again.
This was the first record for Norfolk (amazingly, the third species to be added to the county list this year, following the White-crowned Sparrow in January and the Black Lark in April). I'd seen one before in neighbouring Suffolk, but, coming from North Africa or the Middle East, they're an extremely rare bird in the UK.
The second for Norfolk turned up almost exactly two years later.
Slogging up Mt Monroe from the AMC Lake of the Clouds hut. We'd put in more than 2500 vertical meters by this point. Some were getting dehydrated.
Love this lake. Can't get enough. To swim in it is heaven after the slog up to and over Kearsarge Pass.
"At this beautiful place—the most beautiful I have yet seen in the Sierra—we camped nearly a week. The lake, 11,000 feet above sea-level, stands in an amphitheater completely surrounded by the highest peaks of this the most alpine portion of the Sierra. On the east, the sharp, jagged, castellated, pinnacled, splintered peaks of Kearsarge ; then going round southward, the symmetric, conical, towering form of University Peak, 14,000 feet high,then Stanford Peak equally lofty, and Mt. Keith still loftier, 14,200 feet, then the fine outlines of the Videttes; then southwestward the grand, massive form of Mt. Brewer with its great cirque filled with snow, from which emerges a fine glacier. On the northwest Charlotte Peak, with Charlotte Lake at its foot, and all the fine peaks of the Sierra in panoramic view from its summit. Several of these peaks—Charlotte Peak, Mt. Keith, etc.—were ascended by the younger members of our party, while I kept camp and strolled around the lake enjoying the in- comparable scenery." - Dr. Joseph LeConte ;July 20th, 1900
Voigtlander 12mm f/5.6 Asph III VM
Beinn Laoigh (Ben Lui) is often refered to as the 'Queen of Scottish Mountains'. This picture is taken on the summitt and looking down towards Beinn a'Chleibh which seems almost insignificant when seen from Ben Lui, and indeed the hop from the bealach onto the summit of Beinn a'Chleibh feels very easy after the long hard slog up the grassy slopes of Ben Lui.
Come slogarsi un dito per scattare a più non posso durante un viaggio di lavoro nelle città di Shenzen e Guangzhou nel sud della Cina
Sony A7SII
Nikkor 35mm f2 Ais
Ranger led program Slough Slog at Everglades National Park, Florida City, Florida (USA) - December 2014
Tuesday morning came awfully early, and I was still on a bit of a natural high from having spent the past 2 days up in the mountains with its moody/cloudy/misty/foggy weather. I came downstairs early, around 7:00, and ate breakfast alone for the last time at the Dragon’s Backbone Hostel. (I recall donating a book to their library, too; I forget which. Just a generic David Baldacci one, I think.)
Around 7:30, I started to set my way down the hill, enjoying the walk – going down is always much more relaxing than slogging my way up hill – and got to the main parking lot just below Dazhai with about 45 minutes to spare.
That 40 minute jaunt gave me time to reflect on the past two days. For the most part, I just thought it was a peaceful, beautiful, serene place, which I’d gladly visit again…probably in a different season (autumn, to give variety)…and that I wished I’d had a nicer (that is to say, any) sunrise or sunset. On Monday, I even woke up at 4:45 in the morning, but staring through the pitch black, not seeing stars, I knew that there wouldn’t be much of a sunrise to validate going an hour farther uphill above Tiantouzhai to the Music from Paradise viewpoint just to see….varying shades of gray. (The viewpoints here all have very interesting and flowery names. Ironically, at that one, there was a Chinese guy playing saxophone. If anyone wants to know what they’ll hear when they get to paradise…evidently, Simon & Garfunkel’s “Parsley Sage Rosemary & Thyme” and Celine Dion’s “My Heart Will Go On.”)
With close to an hour in the parking lot, it’s entertaining to take a back seat to the dark corners of your mind. The bus to Yangshuo finally pulled up and I clambered aboard to settle in for the roughly 3-4 hour ride back through Guilin and south to the Li River valley and the lush, karst landscape of Yangshuo. I don’t recall how much the bus ticket cost, but I want to say it was cheap. Maybe 80 RMB or something along those lines, which is a little less than $15.
The ride between Dragon’s Backbone & Yangshuo was completely uneventful. It was just one of those times I wish I had a time machine (or a personal helicopter) to make it go that much more quickly…and avoid the horrendous Chinese driving, including the unnecessary traffic jam in the south part of Guilin and thicker traffic between Guilin and Yangshuo.
So far, vacation was humming along pretty close to on schedule, and I was happy as a lark. The bus pulled into the heart of Yangshuo around 12:15. Yangshuo was the other big part of the first half of the trip. As I mentioned, the plan was to spend 5 nights in this corner of the province, so I had two nights here in Yangshuo.
Yangshuo is also getting a lot of attention as a travel destination these days, and is supposedly getting pretty crowded (though it didn’t feel crowded to me…not after living in some of the world’s major cities for the past 5-6 years). Yangshuo is one of those types of towns that people in the Pacific Northwest of the US or Colorado would love. (Yes, I’m being intentionally stereotypical.) What I mean to say is…this is an active person’s paradise. Yangshuo is rapidly becoming one of the top destinations in the world for rock climbing. People come here to be active. Most are younger, outdoorsy, athletic types…and Yangshuo probably has as many foreigners as locals most of the time.
In general, people will come here and set up base camp at any of the number of hostels, guesthouses, or hotels in the area. (I chose the Yangshuo Outside Inn, about 6 km west of Yangshuo, on the banks of the Yulong River. It’s run by a Dutchman – Ronald, I believe – and his Chinese wife. An old farmhouse that they converted into an inn, and it’s absolutely charming with the most wonderful service. I’ll gladly stay there if I get back to Yangshuo someday.)
At whichever hostel you choose – and since, like any small tourist spot with an overflow of guesthouses fighting for business, the rates tend to be low, and they try to offer services (travel packages, bike rentals, advice, arranging taxis, doing laundry, whatever you want ) to attract customers – you will probably be pleased with how little money you spend. I can only tell you that the Outside Inn had a terrific restaurant, bike rental, laundry service, rooms with AC, without AC (ceiling fans and mosquito nets instead), and suggestions for local and regional travel.
The village of Yangshuo is very small (and congested). There’s quite a bit of nightlife on Xi Dajie, since most who visit here are young and energetic. You’ll find all kinds of restaurants, bars, clubs. And surrounding this very small downtown are huge karst hills that look like gumdrops popping out of the ground.
During the day, rent a bike and ride to and from the nearby towns like Fuli (9 km to the east) or Xingping (about 20 km northeast). You can do things like take bamboo boat trips up and down the Li River (bigger and congested) or ride a bike along the Yulong River among the small villages and farms. Climb Moon Hill, go find caves, just…get outside.
And at night, come back, unwind, and relax downtown on Xi Dajie or enjoy the award-winning light show on the Li River that they have every night (weather permitting) that world-famous movie director Zhang Yimou (who also did the light show for the 2008 Beijing Olympics) put together for about 200 RMB. (I am sad to say, though, that I did not go see the light show. There may be another trip to Yangshuo for me yet…)
So what about my Yangshuo experience? Well…I checked in to the Outside Inn around 1:00 on Tuesday afternoon. Not wanting to waste a minute, the first thing I did was rented one of their bicycles, and hopped out on the road heading along the Yulong River. I joined up with two Chinese ladies, and off we went. We got separated later (because they were stopping every two seconds), though they were nice, friendly, and helpful. The bike was fine, though the seat felt like I was sitting on a brick. After arriving at the Dragon bridge (our original destination), I stayed there for about ten minutes. Right before getting there, though, I stopped at a roadside cafe, trying to wait for these two ladies for about 30 minutes. They never materialized, but I had an interesting time talking with the guy who owned the shop. Just sitting, drinking water, and passing the afternoon in the middle of nowhere.
The bridge was one of the most underwhelming bridges I’d seen. I don’t even think I photographed it. The surrounding scenery from atop the bridge, though, was quite nice (and is represented in this set). Climbing back on my bike, I worked my way the 90 minutes back to the hotel, feeling like my backside had been violated, and was black and blue. Since the temperatures were nearing 35 degrees, and it was a clear, sunny day, I figured it was time for a nap.
My ambition to get out early turned out to be the only real mistake I made this entire trip. On top of very slight heat exhaustion, I missed the most amazing sunset I’ve seen in China. The entire sky had turned every shade between deep purple and royal blue imaginable (which would have looked GREAT from next to the river), but I woke up about 1/3 of the way through that evening’s sundown and had to watch it tearfully between trees with only glimpses of the sky. At least it’s in my memory. I hoped the following night would be a repeat of this one, but, unfortunately, it was pretty much clouded over and didn’t photograph terribly well. Oh, well…lesson learned.
After a good night’s sleep, I woke up early on Wednesday to start exploring Yangshuo proper and the Li River, after staying exclusively on the Yulong River the previous day. I walked the 6 km to town. Well…about 3 km, then took a san lun che (“tuk tuk,” for those who’ve been to India) the rest of the way and just told the guy to stop…wherever. I got out, started wandering the main drag, and booked an afternoon tour of the Li River on a bamboo raft that would go from Xingping partway north on the river, then back to Xingping. (We would go to Xingping by bus and get stuck on the two-lane road coming back in terrible traffic). I still had quite a few hours to kill in the morning, so I wandered around Xi Dajie, and made it down to the riverside, where I booked yet another boat to go around the Li River. The first one cost, I think, 160 RMB from what I remember. This one was 100 RMB, but it was a bit of a lie. I had to hop on back a motorbike and we rode the 9 km to Fuli (a surprisingly nice little shopping area for souvenirs), and that boat was not an open-air bamboo raft, but more like…a very small cruise ship where you sit inside a cabin.
The ride wasn’t unpleasant at all – and the scenery was stunning – so I can’t complain too much. Besides, I did need to find a way to pass the morning, and this did just fine. After the boat and motorcycle ride back to Yangshuo, I had lunch, then went to the first place where I booked a boatride.
That really was a bamboo raft…the kind that’s canopied, and seats 4 people to a boat. So after the coach took us up to Xingping and dropped us off, we hopped on and had a ride for about 20-25 minutes up this stretch of the river (slightly more scenic than the section near Fuli), and then made our way back down to the starting point.
After the bus ride back to town, we got back around 6:00. I took a taxi to the hotel and, as I just mentioned, hoped to have a nice sunset (though my optimism has sunk after watching the afternoon sky start to cloud over). At any rate, I went out and found a place near the farmhouse…just in case.
With no good results from that sunset shot, I packed up my gear and spent the evening relaxing at the farmhouse with dinner, then back in my room reading. All in all, I had been very pleased up until this point with both Dragon’s Backbone and Yangshuo. Thursday morning didn’t need me to start too early. I also knew it would be a travel day, and I wouldn’t be shooting much (if at all). But, at least I’d see the Guangxi countryside, not quite knowing what the rest of the province looked like. It would be a pleasant and interesting day, I soon learned…
Curt slogs his was across the last big snowfield on the way to the Paintbrush Divide. There's only one more snowfield after this one, which proved a real heart-stopper!
Paintbrush Canyon Divide, Grand Teton National Park
No more plastics slogan written on a notebook underwater. Seafloor Plastics Survey Expedition. North Jetty,port of Valencia, España. October 2020.
Eslogan No más plásticos escrito sobre un cuaderno bajo el mar. Expedición Explorando los plásticos del fondo marino. Espigón Norte, puerto de València, España. Octubre 2020.
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