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Floating high among the thinly layered, misty, and gracefully playful clouds that occupy the deep blue skies spanning the Kingdom, wanders Autumn's Breeze Keep. As if that was not enough of a sight, the Keep is topped with gold shingled roofs that shine in the afternoon sun, and surrounded by red-orange leaved trees who dance with the soft winds as they are pushed and pulled back and forth, rustling gently among the swift cries of the winds. A spring of sapphire tinted water erupts from underneath the Keep's side, until the curious water plummets below, sharply, disappearing forever among the clouds.
Just a little Micro-Castle. I've always wanted to try my hand at something tiny like this, and I think it turned out nicely. Sorry the base kind of blended with the background. I should've gone with a different color with the back drop.
This build will be up for purchase through Creations for Charity. (Link coming soon!) I suggest you check out the store and other creations, and maybe think about buying something. I don't really care if it's mine or somebody else's creation. There's a lot of cool stuff on there. Or just donate, as it supports a good cause.
I suspect that few other town centres can boast a rack labelled "Parking for brooms" but York is still in the grip of Harry Potter mania. Several years ago "The shop that should not be named" opened in Shambles. It was so popular that people queued to get in. Since then it has expanded into the shop next door, 31 Shambles. I sketched the rear of it while Having lunch from one of the food stalls in Shambles Market. The market had been struggling for some time but seems revived by the modern trend of eating out, from pseudo food trucks, small kiosks and trailers tucked into a corner of the space. One of my favourites is Los Moros, which does north African inspired food, and great salads. Sketching 31 Shambles made me notice the early brick infilling the wall panels of the timber frame, set on edge to create a thin but cheaper wall. I was also able to incorporate the snicket through to Shambles, through the adjoining 30 Shambles, one of several alleyways left over when the market place was developed in the 1950s and 1960s, when several medieval streets were cleared as they had become slums. Hard to imagine that by 1963 most of Shambles, one of York's biggest tourist attractions, now home to at least three Harry Potter shops, was also threatened with demolition.
Shot for The Thin Air's 18 for '18.
thethinair.net/2018/01/18-for-18-laoise/
Strobist info:
Yongnuo 565 with blue gel lit through Softbox at camera right. Triggered by Yongnuo YN622C. Silver reflector used to camera left to bounce blue light back.
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Serralves Museum - Oporto - Portugal - Sculpture from Tony Cragg's exhibit * Jardins de Serralves - Porto - Agosto 2004
Uma das esculturas da exposição de Tony Cragg
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08:00, my son, James, and I left base-camp at Glen Brittle beach.
Ninety minutes in and the gentle foothills are behind us.
As we stare into Coire Lagan, Sgurr Alasdair looks awesome, impenetrable, and unclimbable.
As we summit the corrie’s smooth-rocked, ice-scoured lip to the corrie lake the basalt and gabbro wall of rock shows a thin grey streak of ice-shattered scree.
The fifteen hundred foot, “Great Stone Shoot,” gives a narrow but climbable rocky desert.
Three hours in and we reach the col at the base of the summit.
One final scramble and this view south welcomes us at 11:22.
On top of the world, level with powder-puff clouds we peer down on a balmy Hebridean Sea, Rum, Soay, Rubha an Dunain peninsula, Loch Brittle and the beach campsite.
Further on the horizon the southern end of the Outer Hebrides, as far as Barra, can be seen, over fifty miles distant.
How this feels like a God-like throne –
Shared by us
– mere mortals.
Panorama from Sgurr Alasdair, 993 m. (3,258 feet), Isle of Skye.
Poem.
A seat with the Gods.
Brush the clouds.
Touch the sky.
Nigh on one thousand metres up on precipitous ridges of gabbro, basalt and bands of quartz.
On the serrated, pinnacled, fragmented remnant ridge
of a long-time extinct and exploded super-volcano.
Having clambered past the Fairy Pools,
The Cioch, Coire Lagan, the Inaccessible Pinnacle and fifteen hundred foot of sharp, shattered scree making up the Great Stone Chute and the final summit arête, this is the view southwards.
To stand here.
And see this.
It is surreal.
Spiritual.
An honour.
A privilege.
A sight that relatively few have seen.
But those that have seen it, will not forget.
To see for 50-80 miles in all directions.
To see Ben Nevis, An Teallach,
Ben More on Mull,
Canna, Rum, Eigg, Muck and Soay.
And to see a large part of the incredible Isle of Skye, itself,
and the Outer Hebrides.
It is too much to take in, too much to believe.
I shall have to return and confirm that it was real,
not, merely, a wonderful dream!
A pair of Bald Eagles look over the big pond at Willband Creek Park to see almost no waterfowl in evidence. What few were around were mostly hidden in the bulrushes..
A thin red line on the horizon marks the finality of the setting sun. If you look carefully, there's also a red halo encircling the space where the sun has just been. Photo taken last year at Lake Erie in Northeast Ohio. No Photoshop was used on this image.
thin cracks in dryed clay
Cracks on the base of the master model for the Sisyphos casting tool after demoulding from the new build mould.
I shot this scene from a small board. Seen at the Chinsegut Conservation Center, north of Brooksville, Fla.
A beach near Lizard point during some nice light. I liked the simplicity of this although it isn't particularly inventive or anything. The light just seemed enough. Thanks for all the comments on the last shot, much appreciated.
Since July 7th, at least 10 American law enforcement officers have been killed by gunfire in the line of duty, with many other being wounded.
My father is a police Sergeant, so I can attest to the extreme difficulties police face everyday. While not all police are honorable (as it is in all professions), the majority are just as much heroes as out military veterans. They are often treated like dirt by people they deal with everyday, encounter very traumatic situations on a regular basis, and face the reality that the next traffic stop could end their life. A significant percentage of officers struggle with PTSD, but usually don't ever receive any form of treatment. Their job is tough enough without having to worry about being gunned down simply for wearing the badge. I ask you to support American police officers in this time, and pray that peace would come to our country.
The top black line represents the public, the blue line represents law enforcement, and the bottom black line represents criminals. The Blue Line is all that stands between the two.