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Rooted in history, this city skyline rises majestically against the expansive sky. The stone buildings, each with its own story, line up like chapters in a book. The pink hue of a notable building breaks through the otherwise earthy tones, a visual highlight that underscores the city's uniqueness.
A vocal WW at RSPB Dinas. This was one of the only shots I got on this visit as my camera was really playing up - back lcd not working, focus sometimes working, sometimes not. The point of this tale is that sent this off to Fixation and it was back all guns blazing within about 7 days. Obvs my bank account is now lighter and I know that if they need parts from Nikon things can take a lot longer yet I was really impressed with them from start to finish. Just in case anyone wonders if they're a safe pair of hands when a piece of kit is ailing.
First snow in the uk fell to 16” deep in some places, the wife decided it would be a good idea to do a 200 mile round trip to see the snow, as we don’t get it like this down in Somerset. Well worth the journey to capture this snowy scene at Kidderminster cemetery in Worcestershire.
Photographed at North Davis Pond. I guess the upside of 106° weather is that even these dragonflies, which I almost never see perched, need to land and cool down, once in a while. Most of the other dragons I saw that day were obelisking.
The "darner" name for this dragonfly is derived, not only its needle-like shape, but the slightly horrifying tale parents used to tell their kids: "If you don't stop lying, the dragonfly will stitch your lips shut."
Ironic... lying to kids to get them to stop lying. That is bound to engender trust.
Neverending is a delightful homestead region which highlights cherry blossom season and as you can imagine has a very Japanese flavour. Built by Jayden Mercury and Valarie (Zalindah Resident) the island has a lot of very photogenic nooks and crannies to explore
HAPPY HALLOWE'EN – SEE YOU SOON <3
“I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.”
- Francesca Lia Block, Dangerous Angels
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkKKzTYIe3Q
MONSTER MASH – BOBBY “BORIS” PICKETT
A TALE FOR HALLOWE'EN
Haunted by the past
shadow weavers spin a grisly path
bloodshed ripened by the burning laughter
cackling; cawing birds with blackened plumage
sit amongst the great oaks circled like ancient stones
pondering; deliberating;
coaxing thoughts from secret innocent brains
spitting; spilling intestinal,
twisted columns like engorged worms
emerge from rounded tors
where tombstones fall in all their lost directions
point like arrows to distance lands
where once they came on voyages bound
for incoming tides; lapping
and supping like thirsty dogs worked on the lands
salting sea dogs; march like Marsh frogs; croaking;
encroaching in their hordes
green as slime from slurry pits
and stinking; stench invading nostrils;
hopping crops to miss the circles where creatures from
another realm have mystified the hoi polloi for centuries;
eventually the stories fell to urban myths
and historic notions hid the truth
that Hallowe'en is an intelligent invention;
an intervention to prevent our troubled pasts
from catching up on us and suffocating slowly all our pre-conditioned thoughts
and cognitive behavioural patterns,
yet still we seek the darkness on this, some say, sacred night
and others hide within their homesteads;
sprinkled salt to every step and window sill;
they sit in fear in dim-lit candlelight;
ready to be blown out at any given moment
when chance or fate brings strangers thereabouts
to wrap sharply on the knockers on their wooden doors
and as they shiver beneath the old iron bedstead
and scrunch their eyes tight shut;
a primal squeeze of distant recognition
springs sharply piercing to their memories
and all the compartmental little shutters laying dormant
within their harrowed minds; awaken now; stir times
from ancient burial grounds where stones rock in their cradles
deep beneath the earth;
disinterred they fall and crash like thunder;
splintering marble; splicing names and dates
that once meant something to someone,
now crumble as the dead rise up again
and those who knock on doors
come laughing like rag tag beggars seeking all you have
DON'T hide; that is the very worst thing you can do;
unlock your doors and beckon them inside
offer sweets and cookies; treats; avoid the tricking;
that trickery; magical menacing personified
they come with intent to rob your larder,
but better that than leave them all outside
for some of us it has no other meaning
than a little fun on one night of the year
but for others of us gathering on the hillside;
cloaked and daggered; hand in hand we bide
chanting words from long-lost civilisations
that sound so gutteral;
bitten by the wind and burning fire
we circle round and round it, cold and muttering;
giving thanks that we will all survive our ancestors
some of whom were burned here,
on stakes for all the villagers to see
will rise at witching hour;
between the hours of three and four's a given
and we will see them all again
and speak of all the ways of the now living
As witches we can make things far better or far worse
but the one thing we are good at is to curse
you'll find us often around the cauldron
stirring and talking generally in verse
a pinch of this; a pinch of that
it all goes in the pot
it simmers for a good long while
don't drink it when it's hot
but leave to stew
and know that you
will benefit from this broth
don't let greed be your guide
a little will suffice
a sip of this; a sip of that
Ah! Hallowe'en is so nice …
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Swans: Blind
dreaming of a better place, drinking in the silence.
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November 12th - 18th
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CP Rail RS18U's 1802 and 1807 drop some cars in the St Johnsbury VT yard for the New Hampshire Vermont, that operated over the former Maine Central Mountain Division. Soon they'll head south and spot cars at the paper mill in East Ryegate, which required the use of a switchback to access it. The tell-tale to the left of the train is sitting above the old St Johnsbury and Lamoille County line to Morrisville, which is now part of Vermont's expanding rail trail network. I missed the area in it's heyday, but am thankful for what I was able to shoot before it all went away.
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Many people refer to Iceland as the ‘land of fire and ice’ but the ‘land of waterfalls’, or ‘Foss’ in Icelandic, would be just as apt. Everywhere you go there are awe inspiring columns of water falling over basalt cliffs, or cascading through old lava fields. So I saw my fair share of waterfalls in the 2 weeks I was over in Iceland, but I think this one was my favourite! This is Gljufurarfoss, a magical waterfall, semi concealed in a cavern, and often over shadowed by its more famous neighbour; Seljalandsfoss. Walking through this canyon is like walking into a fairy tale, it just doesn’t seem real, a really beautiful place.
With such a contrast between the highlights and the shadows I opted for a bracket covering 6 stops and then blended them together using luminosity masks. I’ll pop up a few more shots of this location in the next few days.
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[...] A Husky's eyes can tell a thousand tales [...]
Nikon D800, Tokina 12/24 f/4, 16mm - f/4 - 1/400s
Pelister National Park, Битола, Македонија (August, 2022)
Bruxelles - Belgium
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I met her on my way back.
And she told me her nightmare tale.
Her destiny was to make dream all the girls in town,
But nobody did the same to her.
She just could stay beautiful forever.
What a lovely happy-ending.
My first try at light painting, lot to improve. But has been a great learning for me. It's tiring, painful and time consuming. But the end result if utterly satisfying, if you can achieve it though. Need some more practice.
“The name Føroyar (Faroe Islands) is derived from old Norse word "Færeyjar" and means "Sheep
Islands", a name given by the Norse people that settled these rough and wind-swept isles during the Viking Age.
You can find sheep everywhere on the islands, but usually they are very shy and run away, so I was very lucky to be able to capture this picture.
The rock in the background is called "Trøllkonufingur", which means "the Troll woman’s finger", a 313 meter tall monolith. Legend has it that Trøllkonufingur is the finger of a witch that came to throw the Faroe Islands to Iceland. When she reached the sea the sun rose, she was turned into stone and fell into the ocean.”
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