Not a lot of landscape photography this week, as we went to Cardigan Bay looking for dolphins. Cardigan Bay has the largest concentration of dolphins in the UK, however, they can be a nightmare to photograph, and to track as they move through the sea. But, as the saying goes, the more photos you take the luckier you get. Now the question you have to ask is whether I managed to get one of the classic shots of a dolphin leaping and arching from the water. We will see…
I realise there is an alternative crop, but that would have put the couple in the centre, and I like the steps leading nowhere. So they stay. This was taken in a village in Malta where tall buildings and narrow alleyways provided a welcome shade from the sun. The couple provided a happy stroke of luck.
I may come back to Anglesey, but in the meantime… On the way home we called in at Swallow Falls, located between Capel Curig and Betys-y-Coed in Snowdonia. There is a hotel opposite the entrance which makes for a great lunch stop, and the falls are only a short walk from the road. Swallow Falls is magnificent, and I will share an image of the full vista, but in the meantime both my artistic director and I were taken by some of the detail within the overall cascade.
One of the attractions of Bordeaux is the Miroir d’Eau. It makes an interesting sight when the water spray creates a misty cloud, and a perfect mirror when the spray dies down. Add to that a fairground, just beyond, and you have to go for a walk at night. Daytime reflections also work, but you will have to wait for that image…
Kept safe on the sand,
The low tide and mooring lines
Keep her from drifting.
Hopefully you are comfortable with the pronoun. She identifies both as a boat and a female, which is why most boats have female names. Except this one, which is a fishing boat and therefore has initial letters to identify the home port followed by a number.
But the real question is what came first? The boat or the mooring as the main point of interest. It was the rusty mooring loop. Now you know.
Bridge across the Trent.
A thoughtful gift from Michael.
Hard to gift-wrap though.
A pedestrian bridge across the river Trent at Burton, a centre of beer brewing in the Est Midlands of England. A little flamboyant but it has stood the test of time.
Strong against the storm,
Home for the high and mighty.
But peasants can look.
Is it a castle? Well, no it isn’t. Although it was originally built as a castle after the Norman conquest, it is now a faux-castle stately home located in the Vale of Belvoir, belonging to the Duke of Rutland.
I find it odd that Nottingham Castle very definitely looks like a manor house or stely home, and yet a stately home just a few miles down the road looks distinctly like a castle. But at least we peasants are allowed in the grounds to have a look round.