Lighting weather
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Two detailed lightning strikes, one making a circle in the sky, with nice cloud definition and a desert landscape.
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Garden Of The Gods State Park, Colorado I really wanted to try and capture the atmosphere in this shot, hope I did :) / John
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Location: Marina Debayeh, Lebanon
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Highland Cow and a rainbow, Isle of Skye, Scotland, UK
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A Reposting /
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A dramatic sunrise from the beach at Shaldon, South Devon, England. View the rest of our portfolio here Or visit our own website here
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...on Port Philip Bay, Melbourne Australia.
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First Light of The Lord Watching this sunrise come up in Rocky Mountain National Park was akin to witnessing paradise unfold before your eyes. Without a doubt, one of the most beautiful and stunning sunrises I have seen in a long while. The way the Alpineglow reflected against the mountains was amazing, the color changing ever so quickly, it seemed to change color as fast as I could hold down the shutter. / Hope ya all like it! Tell me what ya think! / —-John More can be seen on my website at jdebordphoto.com
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Cool picture. Literally … Winter 2007 / 2008: China had its coldest winter in 100 years. Baghdad has seen its first snow in all recorded history. North America had the most snowcover in 50 years, with places like Wisconsin the highest since record-keeping began. Record levels of Antarctic sea ice, record cold in Minnesota, Texas, Florida, Mexico, Australia, Iran, Greece, South Africa, Greenland, Argentina, Chile — the list goes on and on. It’s cold outside, so lets light up the fireplace to stay warm and snuggly and watch some movies. Frozen road construction signal in Munich, Germany, / late December 2007 / / Laminated Print /
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The Lonely
by KenartIsle of Lewis Western Isles Scotland / / /
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The ray of hope needed to survive the Storm / it my come from above or from the corporate / office in the form of a closure for this 1930’s Icon / Taken in Southern Saskatchewan, / with my olympus DSLR E 510 / zuiko 40-150 lens / hdr photomatix 3.2 lightroom 2.3
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Featured in Fabulous Flowers Group / Featured in Raindrops Group
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The Old Man of Storr Skye Scotland / /
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An evening walk in summer near Leipzig, Germany. / Nikon D60. July 2009. Please, view more of my work here: / Website / Photo Gallery / Zazzle Gallery
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FInally getting some much needed rain and some pretty good lightning…Bonus was, didn’t have to leave home. Arcadia, Oklahoma / 28 July 2009 2139 hrs Nikon D2X / Nikkor 17-55mm f/2.8 / Slik Tripod 17mm / F/5.6 9.8 sec / ISO 100 )EV
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A less traditional choice of images in this Calendar, I have chosen to display how the never ending weather moods of the Scottish Highlands can dramatise a landscape. / Enjoy ! MORE CALENDARS HERE….................
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Black Cullins, Skye, Hebrides, Scotland. / /
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Murphy's Law
by drecLightning was striking middle and to the right of this frame and not much was landing over the Hi-Rises of Surfers Paradise. I made sure I had Q1 just inside the frame and it managed to get hit, I caught half of the bolt but missed the half that went left. / This spot has potential, just need the storms to not drift so far south. / Taken @ The Southport Pier
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Cullins, Skye, Hebrides, Scotland / / The second one asked after the hanging hind and up the highest mountain. So, we come, to lights and lists, listing, lying in the hills, heaving heavily. Mist spider cloud holding still the summits, snow less around hidden valleys and buttressed cathedrals. Oppressive stillness plucked like a taut string bird song with less and even less reverberation. Sound dying in the soft air still or a soft day as they say here across the short sea. / A landscape laundry day with wet heat and damp dark sheltered souls. A high horizon much above hair dripping and lowering down. Flowing and running like grey curtains closing on an empty stage with set but unresolved murders. Brush strokes of washed bleached water colour, stinking of dead pan peat and the feel of here be dragons. Bubbles of gas bursting from the hag wet lies, marshy and slyly whispering get off my mountain. / A stag of hanging moss antler roaring and whistling off in the depths of dark. A web of diadem jewel hanging from every stag moss tree and miniature garden mountain massif. / A stag snagged harem hind hanging like a clear deer suicide from the lower branches of this stunted growth brought in by winter floods. A cage of hooded pecked ribbed rib swinging wind sculpture that clacks with the fighting ravens and conversations of this and that Corvidae. / The lower valley fairy woodland of the early people greening with moss and book leafed shamrock. The combed yellow grassed bewigged tops of bottomless pits. To the land of the Sidhe for a year and a day married to the fleeting folk. / Up the mountain horseshoe of ridge back summits and huge concrete crosses and even larger shrine. Up the hydro road of persistent prejudice to the crowd on the highest in the range, and in the country at Easter walks. All walking up, the faithful on knee barefoot the easy way, the Devils stair fallen from the hags glen to provide your sainted scattered worship past the oldest Ogham stones. Corbett and Monroe, ridge and high mist filled tarn with ruin and sheep shit pen. / Rills and runnels, rock and tarn, cwm and cloudy crag. Gasping cold brown trout tanned water with dipping Dipper sentries fast flying under. Hiding and rolling on a rocking rock, slipping damp backside on green headed turf. / Soda bread and cheese seaweed eating too much or too little. Save some for later. Lost breathing to several thousand steps just to get to that little strange shaped rock. Cold sweat backed up against clammy skinned squelching feet. Cone of piled rock points for geology and geography. Peopled with faded photographs and canned blown wrappers even this high. / One knee and photographs asking will you do me the honourable, little did we know, justice? Seasoned with a round of inappropriate clear air applause from excited Easter pleasure pilgrims. Anything you said and meant, just get up and get it over with. Many ah’s and oh’s ringing in the clear air above the below floor like clouds. Bless you all and back down for the black brown at Molly’s in the valley. Never lasts, ever, and you have to wait for the drink to settle.
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“The Grove” continues the story of four friends who set out for a Christmas weekend in the country…in the first chapter, seen HERE the friends’ day starts out joyfully, but soon deteriorates along with the weather, and they quickly become lost…in the second chapter seen HERE they decide to walk to their destination, but without any idea how to get there... Watercolour on Saunders Not Paper Look” I cried, but my cry fell on deaf ears…Dahlia, who had still been sobbing that we should stay with the car, terrified that she would fall, stumbled and actually fell, and before we knew it slid rapidly into one of the ditches that hidden by snow, lined the roadway…how to get her out without their falling on the treacherous ice, elicited a heated argument between Tom and Mark, Dahlia screaming and thrashing about all the while…finally by Tom yelling that “the more she moved the deeper she sank”, Dahlia got the message and the two men by lying prone on the icy lane, managed to drag her out dripping wet, but… without the boots…it was quickly apparent we would never get them back…no one could possibly reach down to try and find them…we dried her off as best we could, wrapped her in one of the blankets we had luckily brought with us and the two men elected to carry her in turn on their backs…that meant our progress was slower than ever…worse yet, the only torch we had was now flickering badly…to save the battery I turned it off, hoping that we would be guided by the light of the waning moon…... / Suddenly I remembered what I had seen…I turned back excitedly…”Look there”...I pointed to a spot ahead of us…I had seen what looked like a small sheltered grove, but what had really astonished me was the light…blazing brilliant light pouring down through the trees as if from the skies…”Look where? asked Tom…”There” I replied…then stopped silent…my hand dropped to my side…the light had gone…there was nothing there….only impenetrable darkness stared back at us... / Lost / A Weekend in the Country
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“The Bothy” continues the story of four friends who set out for a Christmas weekend in the country..the first three chapters can be read by clicking on the links on the images seen below We were shattered….ahead nothing but impregnable darkness..behind us just a faint glimmer from the snow that covered the fields and hills that surrounded us on all sides…with Dahlia getting more burdensome by the minute, we decided to press on in the direction where I thought I saw the light…the snow fell harder…the sled that we loaded with our things dragged heavily behind me..my suggestion that we should leave it behind was quickly vetoed and in light of what happened later, I was glad we brought it along…the wind was relentless…biting, stinging wet particles of rain mixed with snow assaulted us from all sides, as we continued our slow march to ….where?...where we going?...we had no idea but felt an imperative need to keep moving…by this time Dahlia had fallen asleep…a great improvement, as she was now silent, but though she was a slight creature, Mark and Tom were becoming increasingly weary with the weight of her… / Then I saw it again…”There”…I cried, pointing to the sky, and this time the others saw it too…a faint light in the distance, hovering just ahead of us…this encouraging sight spurred us on, and turning the torch on and off in an effort to avoid Dahlia’s fate, we moved through the deepening twilight…one more corner and we saw it…a bothy…partially buried in snow, at the end of lane, and up an incline…The Ritz hotel would not have been more welcome than this little hut, left on purpose it seemed for stranded travellers like us…the door unlocked, we went in, placed Dahlia on some straw in a corner and looked about us for any amenities the bothy might provide…what luck!! there were two candles on a ledge and a few tins of food…we made ourselves as comfortable as possible to wait out the night, shutting the door tightly against the increasing wind which buffeted the building…we fell asleep instantly….much later, the wind seemed to die down… awakened by a slight sound I rose up and in the gloomy murkiness of the room I saw a shadow standing in the open door... For those unacquainted with the term, a bothy is a basic shelter, usually left unlocked and available for anyone to use free of charge. It was also a term for basic accommodation, usually for gardeners or other workers on an estate. Bothies are to be found in remote, mountainous areas of Scotland, northern England and Wales. They are particularly common in the Scottish Highlands.wiki. Watercolour on Saunders Not Paper / The Grove / Lost / A Weekend in the Country
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It did look promising for a while though the storm split and drifted inland and out to sea. Still managed to land this bolt at a guess, hitting Cheveron Island just west of Surfers Paradise. / Over looking the Southport Broadwater towards Main Beach and Surfers Paradise. 05/12/09
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A shirt version of my drawing Cold Wind. For all those cold winter days. =) Dark coloured version here: /
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