Yes, a heavy load. It was actually a trike.
Yes, a heavy load. It was actually a trike.
I guess you found source of photography there, several great shots from same location.
Still pretty frosty here at home in Pilsbach
Great scene, I'd visit this location frequently, it seems to allow great shots in different conditions.
The Frozen Moors
I've not managed much in the way of walking with a camera this week as it's still a bit too dark by the time I finish work and the weekend weather has been rubbish, but I did manage to briefly drag myself out onto the moors last Sunday having heard reports on social media of freezing fog over Roddlesworth way, which I felt warranted investigation.
It was an effort to drag myself out of a nice warm house into freezing temperatures though, and I ended leaving myself with just an hour of daylight to play with, which was unfortunate as the conditions were rather nice and I'd have liked to explore the part of the moors I ended up on a little longer.
The unpredictable wintry conditions ruled out the supremely weather unresistant X-T50 and I didn't feel like lugging the hefty GFX kit around on this particular trip, so I ended up with the Z8+24-70 f/2.8S swinging around my neck as I trudged as far as I could in the limited time available onto the moors from the Roddlesworth side, which is the opposite side to where I live and not my usual approach.
All images taken handheld and processed from single raw files in Capture One Pro 23.
Great Hill
This is a view looking towards Great Hill as I made my way onto the moors. I'm actually stood at the side of the A675 here. From what I consider to be my side of the moors, you've got to do a bit of walking in order to get your boots onto this peaty wilderness, but from here on the eastern approach, there's a road snaking its way across it. I would have liked to omit the bit of fence in the bottom left, but I'm as close to it as I can get here, leaning very lightly against a worryingly leaning wall where the road crosses a stream. I could easily clone it out, but that's cheating right?
Cheating who?
You're not selling it as editorial.
Do what makes you happy, it's a hobby.
The last is lovely, although I'd crop top and bottom.
Sunrise this morning from my hotel room.
Some beautiful sunsets and sunrises at the moment and this is another.
Moonset to Sunset
We had a day of sunshine last week, a rare break in the grey winter.
Later in the day we drove over to Leighton Moss RSPB reserve, just a few miles away. It's famous for it's reedbeds and associated birds. There were a few interesting ducks... But they're a tricky subject on this thread 😉 There was a bit of warmth in the sunshine, but as it went down it quickly became bone chilling damp cold.
Nice warm light is working well with this scene. Seems like it's open to winds, trees are growing in one direction.
Great colour combination here. And great moment with few people on platform and trains full.
I am well and truly in the photographic doldrums at the moment. Nothing seems to inspire me to get out and do some photography. Here is one shot I took whilst out with my wife just after Christmas. The Reggia di Colorno is on the Po, near Parma. The fog came down, but we did have a good lunch in a trattoria we know just over the river in Lombardy.
This was the only shot I salvaged from our day out.
Huh, I'd expect low down in up north but it seems possible to have it in Italy as well... My consolation is that here we are moving toward spring and light, day is 90 minutes longer than it was month ago.
@Vahur has written:Marianas Rest
This has a surprisingly gentle vibe 😁
It's taken during overture when music built up and singer waited for his turn to let out first scream :D
Ice Art @ -20C
I'm pretty sure that such ice formations convey some message, but so far I haven't been able to decrypt it...
The Frozen Moors
I've not managed much in the way of walking with a camera this week as it's still a bit too dark by the time I finish work and the weekend weather has been rubbish, but I did manage to briefly drag myself out onto the moors last Sunday having heard reports on social media of freezing fog over Roddlesworth way, which I felt warranted investigation.
It was an effort to drag myself out of a nice warm house into freezing temperatures though, and I ended leaving myself with just an hour of daylight to play with, which was unfortunate as the conditions were rather nice and I'd have liked to explore the part of the moors I ended up on a little longer.
The unpredictable wintry conditions ruled out the supremely weather unresistant X-T50 and I didn't feel like lugging the hefty GFX kit around on this particular trip, so I ended up with the Z8+24-70 f/2.8S swinging around my neck as I trudged as far as I could in the limited time available onto the moors from the Roddlesworth side, which is the opposite side to where I live and not my usual approach.
All images taken handheld and processed from single raw files in Capture One Pro 23.
Great Hill
This is a view looking towards Great Hill as I made my way onto the moors. I'm actually stood at the side of the A675 here. From what I consider to be my side of the moors, you've got to do a bit of walking in order to get your boots onto this peaty wilderness, but from here on the eastern approach, there's a road snaking its way across it. I would have liked to omit the bit of fence in the bottom left, but I'm as close to it as I can get here, leaning very lightly against a worryingly leaning wall where the road crosses a stream. I could easily clone it out, but that's cheating right?
Frosty Tops of the Tockholes Plantation
The path from the road follows the side of the stream towards its source on the lower reaches of Great Hill. It's a gradual climb up towards Great Hill, but the boggy excuse for a path made it hard going, even in these chilly conditions, the surface wasn't frozen in many places and I was treading carefully, having once met a man on Heapey Moor who was completely covered in mud up to his waist. Apparently he'd come across this part of the moors, following the path and suddenly fell through the peat into water up to his waist. That was on a nice spring day, with these conditions, I wasn't taking any chances. Anyway, this is a view looking back towards the road (which runs just along the bottom of those trees). It's a pity I hadn't brought a longer lens as I'd have liked to fill more of the frame vertically with those frosty trees. Mind you, in this weather I wouldn't have been particularly comfortable swapping lenses.
A Frosty Fence
This is about as far as I got before turning back due to time constraints. I was hoping to reach the ruins of Pimm's farm (located beside the tree you can see in this picture), but time had run out. Also note how foggy Great Hill has become by this point, you can no longer see the summit, which was perfectly visible when I set off.
FIrst is excellent, looks like painting.
Second is also great, but (without knowing what's outside frame) I'd gone bit wider to get merging foreground and background hill into frame.
Last is another excellent shot, only nitpick is that maybe bit more space between fence and tree would have been better.
Tomorrow, Monday 27 January, the 80th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz-Birkenau, is International Holocaust Memorial Day.
Translation of the inscription:
Never forget
This is where the house of the Gestapo stood. It was hell for those who believed in Austria. For many of them it was the antechamber of death. It has fallen into ruins like the Thousand Year Reich. But Austria has risen again and with it our dead, the immortal victims.
David
The Frozen Moors
This is the one that speaks to me.
@Woodsider79 has written:Moonset to Sunset
We had a day of sunshine last week, a rare break in the grey winter.
Later in the day we drove over to Leighton Moss RSPB reserve, just a few miles away. It's famous for it's reedbeds and associated birds. There were a few interesting ducks... But they're a tricky subject on this thread 😉 There was a bit of warmth in the sunshine, but as it went down it quickly became bone chilling damp cold.
Nice warm light is working well with this scene. Seems like it's open to winds, trees are growing in one direction.
It's quite near the coast of Morecambe Bay, so I guess the wind funnels up from the Irish Sea
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Tomorrow, Monday 27 January, the 80th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz-Birkenau, is International Holocaust Memorial Day.
David
When, I open a newspaper of late, it seems the lesson is fast being forgotten sadly.
@davidwien has written:Tomorrow, Monday 27 January, the 80th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz-Birkenau, is International Holocaust Memorial Day.
David
When, I open a newspaper of late, it seems the lesson is fast being forgotten sadly.
@SteveMonks has written:The Frozen Moors
I've not managed much in the way of walking with a camera this week as it's still a bit too dark by the time I finish work and the weekend weather has been rubbish, but I did manage to briefly drag myself out onto the moors last Sunday having heard reports on social media of freezing fog over Roddlesworth way, which I felt warranted investigation.
It was an effort to drag myself out of a nice warm house into freezing temperatures though, and I ended leaving myself with just an hour of daylight to play with, which was unfortunate as the conditions were rather nice and I'd have liked to explore the part of the moors I ended up on a little longer.
The unpredictable wintry conditions ruled out the supremely weather unresistant X-T50 and I didn't feel like lugging the hefty GFX kit around on this particular trip, so I ended up with the Z8+24-70 f/2.8S swinging around my neck as I trudged as far as I could in the limited time available onto the moors from the Roddlesworth side, which is the opposite side to where I live and not my usual approach.
All images taken handheld and processed from single raw files in Capture One Pro 23.
Great Hill
This is a view looking towards Great Hill as I made my way onto the moors. I'm actually stood at the side of the A675 here. From what I consider to be my side of the moors, you've got to do a bit of walking in order to get your boots onto this peaty wilderness, but from here on the eastern approach, there's a road snaking its way across it. I would have liked to omit the bit of fence in the bottom left, but I'm as close to it as I can get here, leaning very lightly against a worryingly leaning wall where the road crosses a stream. I could easily clone it out, but that's cheating right?
Cheating who?
You're not selling it as editorial.
Do what makes you happy, it's a hobby.
I think you may have missed the tongue in cheek nature of my comment there and taken it a bit too seriously.
The last is lovely, although I'd crop top and bottom.
Perhaps the top, but not the bottom.
@SteveMonks has written:The Frozen Moors
Frosty Tops of the Tockholes Plantation
The path from the road follows the side of the stream towards its source on the lower reaches of Great Hill. It's a gradual climb up towards Great Hill, but the boggy excuse for a path made it hard going, even in these chilly conditions, the surface wasn't frozen in many places and I was treading carefully, having once met a man on Heapey Moor who was completely covered in mud up to his waist. Apparently he'd come across this part of the moors, following the path and suddenly fell through the peat into water up to his waist. That was on a nice spring day, with these conditions, I wasn't taking any chances. Anyway, this is a view looking back towards the road (which runs just along the bottom of those trees). It's a pity I hadn't brought a longer lens as I'd have liked to fill more of the frame vertically with those frosty trees. Mind you, in this weather I wouldn't have been particularly comfortable swapping lenses.
A Frosty Fence
This is about as far as I got before turning back due to time constraints. I was hoping to reach the ruins of Pimm's farm (located beside the tree you can see in this picture), but time had run out. Also note how foggy Great Hill has become by this point, you can no longer see the summit, which was perfectly visible when I set off.
FIrst is excellent, looks like painting.
Second is also great, but (without knowing what's outside frame) I'd gone bit wider to get merging foreground and background hill into frame.
There's not a lot worth seeing outside of the frame from that vantage point, at least while focusing on the woods. This is one of the wider shots that I took, but ultimately discarded to give you some idea.
I did try other crops, most notably taking a chunk off the top and bottom, although, mostly the bottom to get rid of the messy muddy patch in the foreground, but in the end I preferred the full frame image as I quite like the way hardy moorland grass looks in winter. Here's the cropped version for reference.
I think it's worth revisiting this location at some point and experimenting with different vantage points, while trying not to drown in the bog.
Last is another excellent shot, only nitpick is that maybe bit more space between fence and tree would have been better.
Yeah, I'd tend to agree there, although, short of bringing along a pair of step ladders to get a bit more height I'm not sure how I'd achieve that from that spot ;-)
I did take a few more shots once I'd crested the little hill I was on, which do successfully separate the two elements, but it loses the curve of the fence as it crests the hill and introduces the patches of green grass from the path on the right, which I'm not keen on. Again, if I'd had more time to experiment, I may have found a workable compromise.
Here's one of those shots with a hasty edit thrown on to give you some idea how it would have looked...
Tomorrow, Monday 27 January, the 80th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz-Birkenau, is International Holocaust Memorial Day.
Translation of the inscription:
Never forget
This is where the house of the Gestapo stood. It was hell for those who believed in Austria. For many of them it was the antechamber of death. It has fallen into ruins like the Thousand Year Reich. But Austria has risen again and with it our dead, the immortal victims.
David
I've been. A life changing experience.