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Was heading out yesterday early to meet some buddies for fishing. We had arranged to meet at a motorway services & as i'm driving heading out to the services at Abington - the most amazing sun rise is happening. It was a technicolour, psychedelic mass of over the top shades of red & blue. One of the best and craziest I've ever witnessed.
As with all sunrises the sweet spot only lasted a few minutes & it was all but over by the time i could pull over at the services.
I managed to catch the aftermath from the car park of the services just before 8.00.
Oh, what a world this life would be
Forget all your technicolour dreams
Forget modern nature
This is how it´s meant to be
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Created for the Magnificent Manipulated Masterpieces March quick Challenge
Original image with thanks to Max Iter
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Newquay - Cliff Road
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Just some things I bought and loveeee with a song I love <3
And I feel life for the very first time
Love in my arms and the sun in my eyes
I feel safe in the 5am light
You carry my fears as the heavens set fire
♥
Trossachs trees & bracken in glorious technicolour. I think I was fortunate to see them at their wonderful best.
Haven't been posting much lately, though I felt this one deserved to be shared. Did this earlier in the Month when Sueme was in town. We did a wall which me and the rest of GH do about once a year.
I tried a some new things on the fly with this one. I'm pretty happy with it, although the background could have been better. Oh well.
The Clyde valley in Autumn. Trees had really changed soon be winter, getting colder. Hope you all have a great weekend.
I waited in this set up for over an hour for some rays of light to cast over the church but it just did not happen... that big bank of cloud behind me was just not for moving... I originally processed this in BnW and was about to post it but it just wasn't right... the gate in the foreground was not defined enough... I might have another go at the PP on the mono another time! In the meantime... here it is in true technicolour!
Im actually amazed how well this wee canon M6 actually does... its so light weight also... but I can't wait for my new main full sized camera to arrive now... still out of stock... Im guessing the effect of COVID is still having its effect on imports.
When I first arrived everything was in technicolour, however, once you go through the tunnel you go into black and white, I'm not kidding you. This picture is how you see it in SL, at first I thought my PC was broken but I look at my avatar and yep she's still in colour.
Come check it out for yourself, this image was taken @ Dreams Railroad by Fiona Fei.
A superb mixed bouquet of Tulips in Spring. A happy image.
This image nourishes my heart and soul, well all of my senses.
Have a lovely day and thank you for viewing, M, (*_*)
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A superb mixed bouquet of Tulips for Spring.
A happy image.
This image nourishes my heart and soul, well all of my senses.
Have a lovely day and thank you for viewing, M, (*_*)
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A superb mixed bouquet of Tulips for Spring.
A happy image.
This image nourishes my heart and soul, well all of my senses.
Have a lovely day and thank you for viewing, M, (*_*)
For more: www.indigo2photography.com
Please do not use any of my images on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved
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It’s a bit like a country within a country here in Snaefellsnes. I could easily spend an entire trip mooching around, trying old stuff and new. Besides the blinking obvious, Kirkjufell and the Black Church of Budir there are waterfalls, beaches with sand in various shades of black, red or even traditional white (take your pick), epic roads across silent fjords, views to the north and the Westfjords, lone buildings, dunes, craters, lakes, twisted lava fields and plenty more. Oh yes, and if you’re lucky and arrive on a clear day, there’s a monstrous brute of a glacier, flanked with a white and blue ice cap that dominates the landscape from almost everywhere you go, reaching up to touch the very heavens. Tog or normal well balanced member of the public, there sure is a lot of stuff to keep you occupied on Snaefellsnes.
In the hostel, we’d got talking to Trevor, a veteran of several visits to the area who complained he’d never seen Snaefellsjokull. Some may ask, “how can you not see an enormous white lump, almost 1450 metres high that’s visible from Reykjavik on a clear day?” And the answer is in the last two words. “Clear day.” I’m sure the locals get to see the beast at regular intervals, but on our previous visit in 2019, the entire peninsula was painted in a drab grey sheet of gloom. Nothing doing. But this time around, on the second day of touring Snaefellsnes in a car with a back seat full of primed and loaded camera gear, we got lucky. Unfortunately for Trevor he’d gone north that very morning in search of the Aurora Borealis in the Westfjords. Mind you he found it, so I think he was happy in the end.
By now, we’d already stopped at two locations and made merry with the conditions. We didn’t get more than a couple of miles further through the day before coming to another unscheduled halt on top of a small mound of scrubby car park when the possibilities in front of us became apparent. No epic light in the middle of the day of course – that would come later – but while some images might work in mono, others seemed to offer themselves up in full glorious technicolour. And then we got to the lone church of Ingjaldsholl, close to Hellissandur at the edge of the map. And look who wasn’t bothering to hide behind the clouds? Yep, all fourteen hundred and forty-six metres of the beast, with a couple of interesting lumps and ridges in between for good measure. Who doesn’t love a glacier cloaked monster after all?
We were probably only here for twenty minutes, moving a couple of hundred yards from east to west over a patch of bare open ground as we tried to line up the elements, waiting for the sun to dapple the scene before us, whilst taking the utmost care not to tread on the moss. They really don’t like you walking on the moss in Iceland you know. It’s right up there with armed robbery and carjacking in the grand scheme of things. Not that we tested that out of course. You can’t take landscape photos when you’re locked in a cell, and when the trip is costing you something north of a hundred pounds a day even though you’re on the most stringent of budgets, you don’t want to be wasting any time being detained at the pleasure of the Icelandic Government.
Once again I found myself wondering at just how isolated so many of these simple and striking Lutheran churches are. Take this one for example, a mile out of both Hellissandur and neighbouring Rif. It’s not even placed directly in between them. I hope that in the days before cars, the locals had sturdy boots for those winter treks to morning prayers. And while Hellnar’s church may be surrounded by a handful of homes amid the tourist accommodation, Budir goes hand in hand with the only slightly less well known hotel of the same name. Not a house or farm in sight. Yet the village of Arnarstapi, a veritable metropolis in comparison to the rest of the settlements on the south west coast on Snaefellsnes, doesn’t have a church at all. Although it does have a fish and chip van, which depending on your belief system may or may not be far more important. At the end of the trip we visited Strandarkirkja, totally isolated by a thin thread of asphalt from the cluster of shacks that didn’t seem to be occupied by anyone at all. Still, they make for good subjects don’t they? And besides being dwarfed by the mighty Snaefellsjokull, this is the only one of them that was supposedly visited by Christopher Columbus. So the story goes (although historians aren’t of one accord on the subject), he spent a winter here fifteen years before his more famous adventure to check out the local intel on crossing the Atlantic. Leif Eriksson had made the voyage several hundred years earlier, and the Icelanders are well known for handing down stories from one generation to the next.
In writing this, I’ve just remembered that one of Iceland’s five prisons is right next to Kirkjufell. Not because I study such things in detail before choosing my holiday destinations of course. But if you take the single track road to the immediate west of the mountain to try and take pictures from another angle, you can’t help but be aware of the signs telling you which route not to follow unless you have plenty of time to spare and a very plausible explanation. I could have pointed the camera out of the window of my cell if we’d been sent there. Although I suppose they’d have confiscated it.
I wonder if Columbus took his resident landscape artist with him and got a sunset canvas of Kirkjufell in front of the waterfalls?
"Jump into the heat
Spinnin' on our feet
In a technicolour beat
You and me
Caught up in a dream
In a technicolour beat"
Had to check and double check that this really was a starling. Quite a startling plumage.............. Taken at Crosby Beach, Merseyside, UK.
(Explore #475: Jul 17, 2009)
Rippled reflection of our log house in the grass-fringed long lake on Bluebird Estates, Alberta, Canada
Common name: Bird of paradise.
Botanical name: Strelitzia reginae.
Family: Strelitziaceae.
Taken at Kirstenbosch Gardens, Cape Town, South Africa.
BiG THANKS to EVERYONE for your personal comments and also your support from selected groups.
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Two stags having what appeared to be a half hearted rut. A few seconds later and it was all over.
You need eyes at the back of your head during rutting season...
The day we moved to base camp three was always going to be a bit of an adventure. Now I look back at the notes, which confirm how long the journey was, especially in a land where the speed limits are positively pedestrian. From the Efra Sel Hostel at Fludir in the Golden Circle, we'd be driving 439km, or for five and a half hours as Google Maps informed me, eventually reaching the loneliest outpost of the trip at Stafafell Cottages, roughly halfway between the highlights on the road from Vestrahorn to Eystrahorn. Once we'd thrown in a lunch stop at Vik and decided upon which of the many interim attractions we'd visit along the way, an extra three hours or more would be added to the long day of driving ahead. We even pulled very briefly into a rammed car park at Skogafoss, just for a recce rather than anything more immersive at this stage. Here we were greeted by a rainbow that spread itself across the base of the waterfall, much as the one at Haifoss had done the day before. But unlike the far more remote Haifoss, the space was full of people, so much so that we didn't even take the cameras out of the packs. I don't think I even bothered with a phone snap.
Driving from west to east along the south coast of Iceland is an experience you're unlikely to forget, especially on a clear day when the landscape opens up ahead of you in full glorious technicolour. The further you proceed, the more magnificent it seems to become as on the left hand side mountains emerge from the horizon to greet you, ever more foreboding as you go. On this clear sunny day, we were only a few minutes out of Vik before the Vatnajokull glacier, which covers eight percent of the entire surface of Iceland rose to beckon us across the plains ahead, where it sat for the better part of two hours as we slowly reeled it in towards us. As we made the final approach, the long icy fingers of Skaftafell and Svinafellsjokull reached down towards the ground from their peaks to say hello, inviting us to stop at the latter, a decision mainly driven by the fact that we didn't have to pay to park there.
Back on the road, resisting the temptation to stop as the tell-tale single span suspension bridge announced we were passing the glacier lagoon at Jokulsarlon, we pressed on, fully in the knowledge that the chances of a sunset shoot were rapidly diminishing. It was a situation made ever more frustrating by the arrival of what might have been the most appealing golden hour we'd had so far. The last hour brought soft warm tones to the front lit mountains ahead, by which time we knew the only opportunity we'd get that evening was to head straight down the track to Batman's lair.
I'd only discovered the existence of Brunnhorn after booking our accommodation, so I was delighted to see that a lesser known highlight of the region was quite literally just across the road from our home for the next four nights. At this moment I'm going to allow you to pause for a period of up to seven nanoseconds while you attempt to deduce for yourself why it's commonly know as "Batman Mountain." Got it? We'll move on then. As you can see, by the time we finally got to our spot, we had moved convincingly into the depths of the blue hour, and although we still weren't quite over the disappointment of not having arrived even fifteen minutes earlier, there was still a shot waiting to be stolen from the approaching night. In the stillness of the evening, a long exposure delivered the reflections and soft peachy tones of the horizon that made the moment one worth recording.
In retrospect, I'm now quite content that we didn't arrive here with enough time to go elsewhere. We'd have probably pushed on to Eystrahorn, where we spent the following afternoon and evening with a degree of success. Although we came back here a couple of times as an aperitif to the main events at either Eystrahorn or Vestrahorn that would follow, I'm not so sure we'd have dedicated an entire evening shoot to it. So, in this way, Batman had his moment in the spotlight, bathed in blue reflections before the dusk vanished into darkness. After all, there's always a positive to be found when you reflect on things later.
The Mystical Experience - Alan Watts Chillstep
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BiG THANKS to EVERYONE for your personal comments and also your support from selected groups.
Awards are always encouraging and especially appreciated from those add my work to their collection of 'faves'.
Cheerz G
Can you feel it beginning to happen? I can feel it beginning to happen. Breathe, it will come to you too, imminently.
Loch Slapin on the Isle of Skye surrounded by a wonderful orange seaweed raising a technicolour glow on a showery day.
A superb mixed bouquet of Tulips.
Cornucopia or the horn of plenty, a symbol of abundance and nourishment.
A superb mixed bouquet of Tulips in Spring.
Happy images.
This image nourishes my heart and soul, well all of my senses.
Have a lovely day and thank you for viewing, M, (*_*)
For more: www.indigo2photography.com
Please do not use any of my images on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved
Tulips, mixed, bouquet, flowers, portrait, frilled, abundance, "multi coloured", studio, black-background, "conceptual art", colour, design, square, "Magda indigo"
A superb mixed bouquet of Tulips.
Cornucopia or the horn of plenty, a symbol of abundance and nourishment.
A superb mixed bouquet of Tulips in Spring.
Happy images.
This image nourishes my heart and soul, well all of my senses.
Have a lovely day and thank you for viewing, M, (*_*)
For more: www.indigo2photography.com
Please do not use any of my images on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved
Tulips, mixed, bouquet, flowers, portrait, frilled, abundance, "multi coloured", studio, black-background, "conceptual art", colour, design, square, "Magda indigo"
One of my first goes at using Chaoscope with a little work in photoshop.
I am only just beginning to understand it, but Its helped me create something very different from my usual work:-)
IMG_03243.52 copy copy copy digital art by Energy Art Salon Competition 2011 finalist
Pawel Lukaszewski www.energyartmovement.org/projects/salon-2011/results-2011/
You can see this pic at ...Around Town@ chicagoist.com :)
chicagoist.com/2011/03/04/around_town_749.php?gallery0Pic=14
500+views ....look set "rainbow" www.flickr.com/photos/wiercipietas/sets/72157613380760093/
Carrots always have great luck. (I think they use loaded dice.)
Made for the May Luck be on Your Side challenge in the Technicolor abstract group.
If you like the colors, go see ***Yuna***'s original photo. It's great!
Out of the corner of my eye caught movement in amongst the brunfelsia pauciflora leaves. Emerging from the foliage was this beautiful head of a rainbow lorikeet. It did a quick scan of the skies, bobbed once and took off in a technicolour blur.
ISO 2000, f 6.3, 1/640s
Taken 9th Feb 2024, Ripley Queensland #CanonR7