Cold and so alone.
A sentinel in the mist
Waiting for the sun.
Less is more, more or less. A misty frosty morning in the park.
Tag: monochrome
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Misty
Ahead lies a path
The destination misted.
Turrets pierce the sky.A misty morning on Wollaton Park in Nottingham. Out of sight to the right is the lake. The resident deer will wade in the lake to cool down. Not that I have seen them yet, but one day I will capture that image. Wollaton Hall is rising through the mist at the end of the path. Hard to believe this was once someone’s back garden!
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Hidden
One chair, no windows.
A retreat from noise and haste,
Hidden on the hill.We found this deserted shack nestled into the hillside on the island of St. Martins, one of the Scilly Isles. It seems like it was/is occupied, but no windows. Maybe they are hidden behind the long shutter? Maybe the occupant is a vampire, and just doesn’t like the light? We had no garlic, so didn’t investigate that closely. You never know.
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Minster
In the darkest night
The Minster stands in the light.
Road to salvation?Southwell Minster in Nottinghamshire. I came to photograph the moon installation in the Minster, but the twin steeples of the church are quite distinctive, so a mono night shot had to be tried. Luckily the weather was dry, because you have to get pretty low to the ground in order to get the full height within the entrance gate, The illuminated pathway was a bonus.
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Fence?
What point is a fence
Which has nothing to keep in?
Just a field with posts.After an evening in North Yorkshire trying to photograph the galactic core not very well. Re-phrase that, I was trying to photograph it better, it just turned out not very well. I may or may not post my best attempt.
Anyway… the following morning, on the way home, I had to cross the moors in the fog. This fence loomed out of the shroud, totally wrecked, so I had to stop and try to get an image.
And am I wasting my time adding the option to comment? Let me know in the comments….
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The Stream
In the forest’s gloom
Tumbling over broken rocks.
A force of nature.No, not the Scream. I am not Norwegian and I can’t paint.
I sometimes wonder if photographers should have a recognisable style, so you know their work automatically. Not that it matters in most cases, certainly not in mine, but I think a quick review of the posts will show I don’t have a style at all. Like the stream above, I go with the flow and capture whatever appeals. Where did that come from? I was going to preface this drivel by saying the image is not my normal style. Then I realised I didn’t have one, so it matters not a jot.
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Lobster Pots
Stacked up and ready,
Lobster pots eager for work.
Awaiting the boat.The north-east coast of England is a treasure trove of harbours, islands, and castles. Seahouses is the gateway to the Farne Islands, famous for Grace Darling and puffins. The harbour is still a working port with its own charms.
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Swans a Swimming
No place for colour.
The contrast of white on black.
Swan taking a nap.If ever there was a subject that needed monochrome, this is it. The swan was in front of a dark piece of lakeside woodland, which made it really stand out.
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Windows to the Soul
The eyes say it all.
Not my fault, I’m innocent.
How could you resist?We thought we were temporarily fostering a puppy. Unfortunately this ‘pup’ was huge and boisterous. Lovely as he was, we were unable to cope and give him what he needed, so we only had him a week.
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Stuck in the mud
When the tide runs low
And there’s nowhere else to go,
I’ll stick in the mud.Porlock Weir in Devon is a really interesting place to visit, and for long exposure photography when the tide is right. As you can guess from this image, I have yet to visit when the tide is right.
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