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Yesterday at Port Crescent State Park day park...waves...splash and beach! Near Port Austin, Michigan. September 19th, 2015.
Ten waves in one shot - you may disagree but I counted that many and I am sticking to the count. Taken yesterday when the weather was sooooooooo much better!
Taken at Portreath in Cornwall, Cropped because I prefer wide angle, I had to zoom in to avoid vignetting.
Taken using a Nikon D40, 18-55mm lense set at 38mm, tripod, ND4, Circular Polariser, ND8 grad, f/32 exp= 0.77sec
Waving Wednesday
It’s Wednesday morning at Catcott, as the morning pick up goods collects an empty mineral wagon from the small goods yard.
Standing on the bridge, Waving Willy waves over at his brother Waving Waving Wally who is driving the steam lorry over there in the distance beyond the ground frame (you can just see Wally in the cab). Like Willy, Wally also waves all the time, even in his sleep by all accounts. This can make for driving the steam lorry quite a challenge, it requiring at least two hands, sometimes three to keep it going in a straight line. But Wally manages to steer and even stoke the fire with just one hand. Champion.
Driver and part time thespian at the local amateur dramatics society, Blessed Brian booms over to Willy from the locomotive, “hello dear boy, lovely to see you”, as he presumes Waving Willy’s wave is for him rather than Waving Wally on the steam lorry. But that’s okay, because Willy has enough waves for everyone. And Blessed Brian loves any excuse to boom with his deep baritone voice.
Meanwhile Bob Geeza cat waves his long bushy tail in response to all the waving. Such a clever cat.
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Another one from May-ish :)
I like how the edit thing came out. I'm trying to challenge myself to edit and upload a few things from a long time ago so yep! Expect more uploads pretty soon. School is killing me like omg I can't. Junior year is filled with projects, homework, essays, vocabulary tests and everything you could ever imagine that concerns education. I've missed Flickr a lot tho! :)
"Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song." - Edmund Spenser, 1552-99
The River Thames at high tide - photographed from Hungerford Bridge, London.
Late afternoon in the jardin volcanique du Puits Arabe, a coastline made of black lava. Big waves crashing.
A young boy dances on the shoreline as waves from the Atlantic break on Lagoon Beach, Milnerton, in the Cape. The black shape on the crest of wave behind the boy in the upper right quadrant is another wave dancer, a Cape Fur Seal surfing in as it hunts fish in the breakers. The South Easter trade winds whip foam and spray off the crests of the waves, shaping them into translucent green barrels.