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This is the classic shot of the cherry blossoms at Washington DC's Tidal Basin. I wanted to catch the cherry blossoms with the morning light wth todays low cloud cover. Todays morning light had a range from purple to blue... it was incredible being in the blossoms and watching night turn to day.....
The Baylands Nature Trails criss cross the tidal flats at the southern most edge of the San Francisco Bay. These tidal areas are very important to the migratory bird species. On this morning, as the tide started to creep back in, the sky set ablaze
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a nice blue hour shot at the Tidal Basin in Washington DC's National Mall with the Jefferson Memorial gleaming brightly as night takes over in the city...pls. View On Black
Filters: Nisi Polariser, Nisi 1000nd & Nisi Reverse nono GND8
Processed: Lightroom CC, Photoshop CC
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Submerged patterns in a tidal pool at Mavillette Beach. The image has been mirrored and copied twice to be symmetrical.
An installation by the master, utilising the moon, the tide, a mini language of stone and water, and a living code pattern. Nothing to do with Alex McLean, a mini language (embedded in Haskel), or a related "living code pattern". I just pointed my camera at it.
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After a decent breakfast in McClay’s, we took a walking tour of the city. It was the ‘Auld Firm’ derby (Rangers Vs Celtic) at noon and so every bar, and many of the shops, had security doormen from about 9.
We wandered the Merchant City, the Necropolis, along the Clyde to the ‘ski-jumps’, the bridge to nowhere, stopping off for coffee at The Lighthouse , the Rennie-MacKintosh newspaper building now converted into a creative architecture and design centre.
Glasgow is architecturally eclectic and seems to have had many phases of development, each at odds with the previous. It’s scruffy. Our visit was a Saturday morning, but it had the feel of a place constantly waking up with a hangover.
All reasons why I liked it a lot!
The urban motorway is ridiculous. There is no thought in the city for any other form of travel than the motorcar. Huge space is given over to tarmac with upto 16 lanes of traffic carving right through the city centre, right through people’s living space. Away from the motorways, making progress on foot is difficult with priority always with the traffic and little pedestrian infrastructure.
Along the way we found a some fantastic mural and street art (there’s a ‘Street Art Trail’ for next time). It was interesting to see how well respected the work was with no graffiti or ‘modifications’, quite different to the way that it’s treated in Poland.
The picture above and the two below show work by Australian artist, SMUG. Since marvelling at these magnificent, photorealistic pieces in Glasgow, he has produced another in Leicester, my home town. More of that in a future post.
We collected the car minutes before the parking vouchers expired and after a quick tour of the Clydeside docks and SCC Hydro, headed south and were home 7 hours later.
On the way, Iain pointed out the transition from the North to the Midlands, the Cheshire/Staffordshire border, and the same sense of unease came over us both.
We turned off the motorway and stopped for fuel in Stoke, or Brexitland as we know it. We were greeted by a depressing vision of tanning salons and vaping shops, litter, fast food and intolerance. Given the beauty of previous days, our return to this mundane familiarity was jarring. Iain and I ran out of things to say to one another, both in the same funk.
Over the previous week, the radio had been a constant companion. During the trip, either live or on iPlayer, the serendipity of Nemone’s perfect electronic soundtrack as we drove along the west coast, or the seemingly constant references to Kenny, Jonny and the Fife scene had been a perfect accompaniment to the journey.
Back home after unpacking, the shipping forecast came on the radio, and I could now put a place to those familiar, exotic names…
Ship- wrecked freighter engulfed in a tidal wave of sand, photographed from Cessna aircraft through perspex.
Location: near Swakopmund, Namibia.
Canon EOS 5 Fuji Film/Digitally Scanned Neg. Last road trip with film. 2006
Canon 300mm L f/4 ISO 400. Admittedly a touch grainy or noisy but still worth the scan.
The tidal water ran by the back of the resort at which we stayed in West Yarmouth, Massachusetts in September, 2017.
Collaroy beach and tidal pool is a destination I've never shot before and something I've been keen to shoot for a little while now. It was a rather dark and stormy morning which naturally adds quite a bit of mood to the images captured this morning. Here's an image of the tidal pool which I'm pretty happy with.
Australian Silver Gulls ignore dissent while a Little Egret looks for food in the early morning light. Currumbin Creek inter-tidal zone on the Queensland Gold Coast.
Been playing about with long exposures and Silver Efex, not sure if ive got the hang of it, I havent got a work flow sorted yet. More practice needed I think!
At the end of one of the breakwaters, this tidal pool and moss, await the rising tide to be covered and refreshed again.
Calm winds provided perfect conditions for a mirror-like reflection.
Featured in the Capital Weather Gang Blog 1/6/17