Posts Tagged ‘Photography’
Bliss
This is an old pic of Blue, I just love how happy he is, taking a breather from chasing his tennis ball.
Twilight in Cambridgeshire
I caught this twilight shot on my mobile phone late last week in Cambridgeshire, at bang on 7pm. A bit of Googling shows that actual sunset was 6 minutes before. Sunlight is still striking the brooding clouds and stratosphere.
Sleeping Dangerously
Whilst trawling the internet’s soft underbelly, I stumbled across this astonishing photograph by Bend to Squares. The mix of beauty, relaxation, danger and potential horror makes it mesmerizing to me. A stunning photograph and a work of genius.
Bonnie Scotland & Conquering Ben Nevis
View from the top of Ben Nevis
Having never visited Scotland before, I was raring to get up there when a few friends suggested we head north for a week in the Highlands.
The journey wasn’t bad, unlike the miserable weather. None of Scotland’s rugged beauty was visible from the car as we snaked our way to base camp near Fort William.
Once there, the seven of us settled into our comfortable, newly built lodges, had a few beers and hit the sack.
Next morning, the weather cleared enough for us to admire the imposing north face of the Glen Nevis range.
Dodging the drizzle, we managed to grab the best of the weather visiting some truly beautiful areas. Bathed in glorious sunshine, we dispatched the all-important Loch Ness, including a boat trip on the famous deep dark waters. Over the week we walked some lovely routes, a 13 mile walk here, a pub meal there, Neptune’s staircase, forest walks, Lochs Sunart and Lomond and a trip on the Jacobite ‘Harry Potter’ steam train were a few of the highlights. It’s a shame my four legged friend Blue wasn’t with me, he’d have loved the walks.
On Wednesday evening, a beer induced confidence led me to suggest that the 4409 feet of Ben Nevis looked like a piece of cake, and a plan to climb it on a forecasted sunny Friday was hatched.
On Friday morning I drowsily ignored my early alarm and woke up in a panic around 10.30. Completely unprepared, my mate Guy (who was the only mug to agree to the ‘expedition’) and myself arrived at the Glen Nevis visitor centre an hour later. A quick trip to the shop, to grab a map and an essential sun blocking baseball cap, we were set to go. It was glorious weather, the strength of the sun in Scotland seems amplified compared to middle England.
At 11.45ish we set off armed with a dismal food supply with the sun beating down. We had one round of sandwiches and a handful of cakes and biscuits between us. I hadn’t even had any breakfast. I say one round of sandwiches… it was meant to be one round each, but when it came to stop for lunch many hours later, Guy furiously discovered that he had left his lunch in the boot of the car. It wasn’t funny for him, but I couldn’t help laughing amid his swearing.
Prior to lunch, just ¾ of an hour in, I realised my grave error in thinking it would be easy. I knew I couldn’t make it, the sun was relentless, my legs like lead. I wolfed down a few Jaffa cakes, which helped immensely and slowly soldiered on, trying to keep up with my walking partner. It was tough for me, I find it incredibly tough hiking, even walking uphill, but incredibly easy downhill. I thought this was the norm, the status quo. It seems I was mistaken, a lot of people I have spoken to find it is vice versa for them.
We kept going, occasionally thinking we were close to the top, only to be thwarted by the numerous false summits. Soon we could see the snowfields, and knew we were close. Guy wanted to throw the towel in, but with a little persuasion we cracked on.
One more push and we made it, we summated Ben Nevis around 5.15pm on 29th May 2009. We were greeted by a remarkable view. The weather was perfect, bluebird skies and hundreds of peaks as far as the eye could see. It was truly stunning, breathtaking, staggering and unforgettable.
I found the whole experience quite emotional. I know Ben Nevis isn’t a big deal to serious walkers, but combined with the view, the feeling of achievement, genuinely elation and self-fulfilment I did feel very emotional. I also felt completely refreshed and re-energised. I sat next to the triangulation point and smoked a well-deserved Café Crème cigar. It was a bloody marvellous feeling.
A few hours later we were back at the base and heading back to the lodge, sunburned, knackered and starving. With our new found confidence, talk turned to completing the triple with Snowdon and Scafell Pike on the ‘next’ list.
After a large bowl of pasta, I went out on the deck with a beer and peacefully watched the pinky orange sunset slowly bathe the north face of my first ever ‘bagged’ Monroe, with a new found admiration and respect for it. I’m sure I’ll be back someday, with Blue by my side.
Rugged scenery became visible when the drizzle lifted
A Tarn nestling on Ben Nevis
Westerly view over Loch Linnhe towards the Isle of Mull
Another westerly shot over the boulder fields
A little higher, amongst the snowfields
The old observatory on the summit
I finally made it!
We made it
Me & Guy in the snowfields at the start of the descent
Watching the sun set on the north face of Ben Nevis with a beer
Bird of Paradise
Bird of Paradise – Strelitzia reginae
Shot taken outside our hotel on a recent business trip to San Diego.
The bird-of-paradise flower (Strelitzia reginae), or crane flower as it is sometimes known, is native to the southern and eastern parts of the Cape Province and northern Natal in South Africa, where it grows wild on river banks and in scrub clearings in coastal areas. It was first introduced into Britain in 1773 by Sir Joseph Banks, then the unofficial director of the Royal Gardens at Kew (as they were known at that time). He named the exotic-looking plant Strelitzia in honour of Queen Charlotte, wife of George III and Duchess of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, who lived at Kew for many years.
Taken from the Kew Gardens website
Quiet Motorway
I took this shot whilst on a long trek with the dog. I did have a fiddle with it in Photoshop as the original was shot with my awful camera phone. It was extensively grey and washed out.
Best Beer in the world?
I found this image on my Mac whilst having a randon hunt through some old files. I thought it was already on the blog, but I was mistaken.
This shot was taken after a great day ridin’ the slopes in Chamonix in March. There is not a lot that comes close to that first well earned beer at the end of a perfect day on the slopes, shared with your best mates. That truly tired, satisfied feeling with the low sun falling on your face is pure nirvana. Yes, it may have cost an extortionate €8, but f*ck me, it was worth it. Actually it was worth getting another round or two in.
Beer was shared with Spider, G and joining us later was Mike & Dave. It’s one of those moments that will never be forgotten.
Old Barn
This derelict old barn is part of a sprawling farm that I regularly pass when walking the dog. I love the patina of old wood that has been subjected to age. Sun-bleached, weathered and with that depth of texture from the naturally aged tannins just looks beautiful.
Bluebells
I took Blue for yet another 6 mile-er today, in a vain attempt to burn off some of his energy. Walking past a copse I spotted a carpet of bluebells. Blue wasn’t too bothered though, he was more interested in eating soil and chewing his stick.
Time Lapse Perfection
Bathtub IV from Keith Loutit on Vimeo
This time lapse video by Keith Loutit is absolutely stunning. Instead of waffling on about the awesomeness of it… just watch the film.
This film is 100% ‘real’, but there are some new techniques for me here, such as using time lapse to create the illusion of forward movement for the helicopter ocean scenes.
Keith Loutit
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