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Friday, 20 March 2015

Solar Eclipse 20.3.15 - An Alternative View




Here is a view of today's solar eclipse in a way you definintely won't have seen in all those shots which have flooded the media today! Foget the images of a perfect white crescent on a black background, this is an image captured from above the clouds just at the end of totality.

We just happened to be booked onto a flight from Manchester to Rekjavik at 7.45 this morning and it dawned on us that we woud be passing through the region of totality at about 9.30, high above the Atlantic and close to the Faroe Islands.


We left on flight EZY1805 under the command of Captain, Daniel Marshall (based at Gatwick) and First Officer, James Hope (based at Manchester) Unfortunately we had experienced a little unexpected turbulence during the early part of the flight which wasn't very promising. Sadly, the eclipse was happening right behind us, but a cheer went up when the captain announced that special permission had been given for just us and also the Luton Easyjet flight, to circle twice over Faroe Islands region during totality. The sky began to go dark and a daytime sunset spread across the horizon. Unfortunately, the 2x window seats that we had requested for our party of 4 had been booked as 1x and our daughter (the birthday girl) wogged the window seat, leaving me to lean across as best I could whilst the plane continued two circuits (and not forgetting bumps!) in an attempt to give all passengers a glimpse of the eclipse. I could only anticipate when it might come into oblique view.

Of course, I was after the perfect white crescent on a black background - who wouldn't? But with a moving target, a moving platform and a limited view, I woud have to content myself with with whatever I could get...and I got something that probably few others would ever get.

As the sun emerged from the short-lived totality, the bright sunlight burst at the camera (I was of course being careful not to look through the viewfinder).
The refracted tiny image above the sunburst revealing the eclipse status.


I only managed to fire off a couple of bounced-around shots before it all disappeared from my line of sight again. Unsure what I may or may not have captured, it was only when reviewing my images, I realised I had indeed captured the eclipse - albeit an indirect image. This sunburst had created a tiny image or two of the sun, refracted within the twin-skin windows, and clearly showing the crescent status. Whilst it will win no prizes, I can truly say that this was taken from a unique location and viewed in a way I will never see the like of again.

A special birthday show for our daughter - Happy birthday E!

"EasyJet passengers flying to Iceland from the UK on Friday are set to be amongst a select group people anywhere in the world to have a front row seat of one the most spectacular natural phenomenon’s - a total solar eclipse."

https://twitter.com/easyJet/status/578979431433170944/photo/1

https://twitter.com/airlivenet/status/578864502990585856



Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Oystercatcher Aqua Study - Series












A late evening walk down to the other strand and these arty shots happened on their own due to the low light / long exposure. I just went with it. The only editing done here is a minimal crop, the levels and a slight colour balance to ensure continuity with all four images.

Sometimes simple is best.

Saturday, 21 June 2014

Solstice Sunrise




The alarm had been set for a 1.30 am start and we jumped onto the seat of the BMW having wrapped up warm for a through-the-early-hours ride with a fellow biker to make our way to Lowestoft Ness, the furthest east point in the UK. We were aiming to be there in time for the magic hour of 04.29, the official sunrise time for this furthest point of the country on the day of the summer solstice.

Soon after we set off, a small fingernail of a waning moon glowed almost blood red in the sky, and, as we headed east, the moon rose higher in the sky whilst turning a progressively paler shade of orange. As it did so, the light levels also began to lift, revealing the presence of thin cloud, which was forecast for dawn. We made good progress on the fairly empty roads, the commercial traffic being our main cause for the need to carry out overtaking manoeuvres at that hour, and arrived at the much understated Ness Point at 03.30. Having been to this point before, which is hidden away behind an industrial estate, we knew where to go but to any new adventurer, it is a place which is rather difficult to find as Lowestoft somehow doesn't seem too keen to shout about the fact they hold the accolade of the Eastern cardinal point.




We weren't the first to arrive even though we were almost an hour ahead of sunrise. A solitary cyclist stood motionless in the middle of special ground-based compass point as the sound of the huge whooshing landmark turbine swept the chilly rotations behind us. It was not long before a distinct rumble heralded the arrival of a group of Harley riders, swelling our numbers considerably, these determined motorcyclists being at the beginning of their challenge to see both sunrise and sunset at the extremities of England. Next stop for them, Lands End.






Not for us today though. We all watched and waited as the tiny stripe of glowing red began to divide the grey of the sea from the grey band of cloud which hung over the horizon. This was not going to be a stunning solstice sunrise. 


 

A faint colour wash began to appear in the clear sky above the cloud, heralding the emergence of the sun on this day, which for many, has a significance or fascination. We were there because we could be there, others, because they needed to be there.





L
ooking out to the East along with the now sizeable crowd, a passing Druid wished us a happy solstice day as the sun's rays finally clipped the top of the cloud, tinting the gentle waves with a soft golden glow.
The day now well under way, we jumped back on the bikes to head along the coast, where another group motorcyclists were waiting for us to join them for some welcome breakfast.
In sleepy Cromer? Not a chance at that hour, so instead we headed for home.
This was the solstice sunrise over for another year.


Wednesday, 25 September 2013

Fleetwood Mac


Tusk
With grateful thanks to Himself, we had a rather special night out at the O2 last night, as a belated anniversary treat.
So, please excuse my indulgence in showing off just a few pics from the evening. As always at these events, they're taken on my little G12 which was struggling a bit with the distance here. (Serves me right for being taken to corporate box!) The zoom is not the strongest feature on the G12 and high ISO also meant slightly noisy images sadly, but a record, none the less.



An impressive arena! Although I've been to an exhibition at the O2 in the past, it was our first time actually inside.
Note, at least four sad souls in the audience who don't know the functions on their cameras and who will have some lovely burned out shots of backs of heads!



Set list:

1. Second Hand News
2. The Chain
3. Dreams
4. Sad Angel
5. Rhiannon
6. Not That Funny
7. Tusk
8. Sisters of the Moon
9. Sara
10. Big Love
11. Landslide
12. Never Going Back Again
13. Without You
14. Gypsy
15. Eyes of the World
16. Gold Dust Woman
17. I'm So Afraid
18. Stand Back (Stevie Nicks song)
19. Go Your Own Way



I have to say, I was a little disappointed with the opening number, which to me, just didn't have the sparkle and punch it should have had. Maybe that was down to the sound system, as some very late sound checks meant that audience admittance into the arena had to be delayed. The inclusion of two hasty bungs of tissue into my ears at this point (ok, call me old but I'm certainly not deaf yet, and don't intend to be for some while ...why-is-it-always-SO-loud?) helped make the sound level far more acceptable. Coupled with adjustments on the sound desk, the music settled down and flowed beautifully for the rest of the evening...

...all 2 hours 40 of it straight through. Latecomers, thinking they would avoid the usual support, would have missed the early start as there was no support and set actually started prior to the 20.30 scheduled time.










Encouraged to "Go your own way, ...home" at the end of the set, most sat tight for an encore and were delighted to get two!

Encore:
20. World Turning (including Drum Solo)
21. Don't Stop

Encore 2:
22. Silver Springs
23. Say Goodbye




So, despite the shaky start, it turned out to be a truly spectacular evening - completely worth the ticket price, (which in true gift style, I am still ignorant of!) and for those who have tickets for either Thursday or Friday, the odds have now shortened for the anticipated 2 UK show appearances of Christine McVie.


Saturday, 31 August 2013

Day 31 - August Challenge

Challenge - "Urban fox, 31st August - gives you time to find a suitable location (preferably at home too)"

Suggested by - Enna via blog



Ok, so I shall come clean straight away, this image wasn't taken today...

but this one was...



However, they were both taken at the same location, three days apart and were both the best shots of the day(s) and with varied levels of success (or not). It just goes to prove what I am always saying that wildlife photography is a game of hit-and-miss. But when it is a hit, nothing can compare. (Talking of hits, what is it about the animals taking a swipe at each other this month? First the hares, now the foxes!) What could have been worse though would have been seeing no foxes at all today, and then I really would have fallen at the last hurdle!

When my alarm woke me at 5am this morning, I knew straight away it wouldn't be such a great morning for wildlife spotting. The wind was gusting through the trees outside - what a contrast to the calm misty morning I had had for my reccy day on Wednesday. This brings me to another point about wildlife photography, always check out the location first. I'm so glad I did, otherwise I wouldn't have caught these two young foxes having a spat in the long-jump sandpit at the far corner of a school playing field. I watched through the fence from a leafy alleyway, as two adult foxes and around six youngsters gathered in this athletic landmark in the still-gloomy early morning light, necessitating the use of high ISO. It wasn't long before ears were folded back and the fight kicked off, the rest of the foxes slinking off and not wanting to get involved. I was happy as I had albeit, grainy shots to prove I had located a guaranteed den area of urban foxes.

Finding this location came after a chance comment
"I'm still looking for urban foxes" I said
"Oh I have them down my road. They've been there years and I see them at all different times of day"
"Tell me - tell me!" I said excitedly.
Sadly they were not in my home town, but a town 12 miles away. It wasn't through lack of trying that I hadn't come up with a local fox. I know there have been foxes in town, I had heard them myself in the past but not necessarily regularly. (Although now, I'm bound to find out that right under my nose, someone has a regular visitor!) I had put up wanted posters, asked the local dog walking service, asked those I thought would be in the know but nothing. I asked the town vets, to which their reply was
"I will ask staff here but I think you may be better off going to a bigger town"
And that is exactly what I had to do.

On my first visit to the location, I had had a fox cross the road in front of me. It looked promising. I was in a dense residential area surrounding the playing fields of a large school, the hedge line between the field and the road, containing the den. Perfect! All I needed now was for the fox to trot down the white line for me on Saturday morning - Houses in the background, urban fox in the foreground.
I've been at this game long enough to know that it doesn't happen like that, and as much as I would like that instant dream shot to fulfil the brief, I know I have to be content with whatever the foxes or animals offer me. This morning it was not very much I'm afraid. Just two foxes braved the windy conditions, hugging the distant hedge line whilst carrying home their spoils of the night. I waited in hope that one might come my way, and swiftly it did, offering me the chance to fire off about half a dozen (miserable) shots before it disappeared down into the den.

As the alleyway streetlight clicked off behind me, it prompted me to check my watch. It was 6.30 am and the sun was rising in the clear wind-blown sky. There was little chance that I would see the foxes again now but I had sufficient (although not prizewinning) evidence to prove that I had completed my final challenge.




The grab shots












My thanks to:
Enna for the suggestion (you so-and-so!)
Luke for the tip-off





Tomorrow is - September
So that concludes my August Challenge for 2013. I may be back with it again next year. Until then... just keep dropping by into my blog anyway!

-Thanks to everyone for the suggestions.
-Thanks to everyone for their help with setting up the shoots.
Now the month is through, I will be getting in touch with each one of you with your images.
-Thanks to all of my followers, I couldn't have done this without you spurring me on.
For those who requested prints or those who would like to order prints ;-) they will be processed in the coming days.

I've had much fun and hope you have enjoyed it too.



Wednesday, 20 February 2013

The Merits of Exhibitions

A room in the Ansel Adams Exhibition at Greenwich



A little while back, I found a slot in my current tight schedule, to make an enjoyable trip up to London for the purpose of taking in some photographic exhibitions.

"Why do you go to exhibitions when you can see it in a book or on the internet?" I get asked

If you have ever visited an exhibition of work, and in particular, work which comes over as outstanding, then you will have half an inkling as to why viewing work in a gallery has merit.
I had already planned to see two exhibitions:
The Taylor Wessing Photographic Portrait Prize National Portrait Gallery (The final day was imminent)
Ansel Adams Photography from the Mountains to the Sea National Maritime Museum, Greenwich (Until 28th April)
Then I became aware of another must see, prompting a snap decision to go to London.
Lewis Whyld
Riots Revisited, Strand Gallery (On for one week only)

All such very different exhibitions both in subject matter and modes of production but all worthy of note.

Each year I endeavour to visit the Photographic Portrait Prize where it is always interesting to observe styles and trends. 2012 broke the trend set in 2010 and 2011 where the winning images sported young red-haired girls associating with animals. Although not the winning image, the exhibition did open this year with a hard looking man with a ginger animal! However, the winning image of an anxious young woman in Boliva had emotions which this time I was comfortable with (unlike the 2010 winner)

The background to each of the portraits was posted on the wall of the gallery, and made enlightening reading for me but only after each image had been contemplated. (A note here to the NPG, it would be lovely to have this information included in the catalogue for all of the images, not just the winning images) It is perhaps important not to read this information prior to viewing as it puts us, the viewing public, into a similar position to the judges, who always select the images on their visual merits alone.

Looking at other trends within the sixty images, the dominance of colour images was once again clear, and there were no trendy angles or jaunty poses, just pure classic positioning. The biographies also revealed that there was a high proportion of UK linked photographers who had been successful in 2012, as was the fact that many were either art school graduates or photographers working in the industry. Equipment varied from high end medium format cameras, through to all levels of pro and semi-pro equipment... except for one. An image by 'photo-interested' Nathan Roberts, taken of tourists at the National Gallery cafe provided a shard of hope that anyone can be successful here. His atmospheric image was taken on a... smart phone.



Moving on to another contemporary exhibition, Riots Revisited was a calmly located airing of a selection of images by Lewis Whyld, taken during the London Riots in 2011.
A photographer for the Press Association and based in London, he was one of the first photojournalists on the scene on the first night and was also there during the days that followed. As the tensions mounted, it was said that Whyld was at times forced to use his mobile phone to record the images for fear of his own safety. Some of his images were subsequently seen the world over and many were published in our own national press.

On entering the peaceful gallery, it wasn't long before the heat of those nights was rekindled. Recalling my own fears from the reports of those unsettled summer nights, the overwhelming red glow of the burning buildings jumped out from the exhibition prints. Silhouetted riot police and hooded youths was a motif often repeated in the imagery, the tensions clearly visible. However, it was one image in particular which made a big impression on me. Against a burning red background, swirling smoke provided the movement in towards the focus of the image; four on-duty police horses.
The most striking feature of the image, a single white horse produced emotions first of compassion then of bravery. His hard work during those awful days was ultimately recognised as Boris the Met Police horse did indeed receive an award for his bravery.

An outstanding set of images from Lewis Whyld, which deserved to be aired for longer than the week they were afforded. However, may they also be a reminder of how close to volatile some situations become and remain thankful that we seldom experience incidents such as this in this country.



Finally, having been suitably refreshed, I set off for a complete change of scene at the Thursday, late night opening of Ansel Adams Photography from the Mountains to the Sea exhibition at the National Maritime Museum. Sadly I misjudged my timing to reach Greenwich and ended up lacking time to do the exhibition justice.

Adams, an American, began his life in photography during the 1920s and went right through into the1970s and beyond. Being noted for his stunning black and white landscape images of places such as Yosemite, his dedication to photographing and then producing the very carefully tonally balanced images, gained him respect. His images were being shown in galleries alongside conventional art, something almost unheard of for photography. Today, his images are considered as fine art, with reproductions of his work regularly appearing, and on countless items, such as calendars and greeting cards.

My first impression was of the almost timeless quality of the images, although landscapes such as these often wouldn't show up the man-made progress of time. However, it was the water and seascapes which drew my attention on this occasion. With many of his images using long exposures, he succeeded in capturing the movement of the water whilst still maintaining an element of crispness. One image in particular illustrates my point. The Atlantic Schoodic Point 1949 was taken after two days of setting up and waiting for exactly the right conditions, such was Adams perfectionism. The long exposure "blurs the water, giving the picture a tender melancholy feel"

Now, I have written before about my personal view on 'milky' water and my dislike of the current popular trend to horrendously 'over-milk' images, so much so, dynamic seascapes are becoming flat to the point of 'why bother'. Adams illustrates beautifully that it is possible to capture the dynamics and the beauty of the action of water, in both this image, and also many of his waterfall images too, without losing sight of what water is. In the short amount of time that I was viewing his work, it made me think carefully and come to one conclusion. It is high time to reconsider how we might view our own images. As true representations of what we see, or of abstract imagery? For me, milky water falls into the latter category and as such, I feel has an imminently finite place in today's true photography. The tides are changing. Without actually harking back to the past let us reconsider the merits of the skills of the old photography masters.


So, the merits of exhibitions? If they are nothing more than thinking space then that is value in itself.
Enjoyment? Now that is valuable.

Sunday, 10 February 2013

The Scratch Band



A very snug, low-light venue for a relaxed evening gig with The Scratch Band on Friday night.
























Sunday, 20 January 2013

...and Don't Pick Your Nose!



Sunday afternoon stroll.
A pied wagtail also went about his business



As the snow fell steadily late afternoon, the most was made of the extended reflected light
on Saffron Walden Common.











Watch out!









So embarrassing!




Mutt has put a de-paw-sit down on a new pad.





All just too much.