This photo was taken in Antelope Canyon, which is in northern Arizona, USA. Antelope Canyon is a slot canyon, carved out of sandstone by monsoon rains. The rays of the sun only enter the canyon during certain times of the year, and only in the middle of the day. Rays like these are uncommon, and are best seen on a windy day. This was such an incredible gift from God. It reminds me of the fact that I couldn’t make art at all if it were not for His gifts: the beauty of the world, light, and the passion and desire on my part. To make this image, I traveled hundreds of miles from home, to a place that I had longed to visit for years, at a time of the year when I felt I would see rays. I had gone through the entire canyon, and it seemed as if when I got to a place where there was a ray, it had already largely faded. I was disheartened, and as at the entrance when I saw a group of people, and a photographer with a tripod set up. I turned around to see what he was photographing, and this is what I saw! The sand in the air that day wrecked two camera bodies, but it was SOOO worth it! This is the photo that has attracted the most attention to my work and also my all-time favorite. It is hard to find a scene that inspires me like this one, but I hope someday my photography in general will measure up to this one photo.
Top Featured Piece Of The Day in the Live, Love, Dream group, 12th Nov, 2008. / Featured in the Rivers, Lakes and Dams group, 12th Nov, 2008. Early one January morning, I got out of bed before dawn and headed in to London and the Thames. I knew where I wanted to get the shot from. I set up the tripod and camera and waited. I hoped the sun would be visible, but had nothing more to base the possibility on other than the sky had been red at sunset the night before. My luck was in!
This image placed 2nd on October 31, 2008 in the November Avatar Challenge challenge in the Welcome to Utah group. Tree snag with sandstone cliffs in background. Established in 1909 Utah’s first national park will celebrate its 100th birthday in 2009. Canon 30D / 18mm focal length / F/6.3 / 1/100 sec. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please don’t copy or download this image. My photos may NOT be reproduced and/or used in any form without my written permission. If you want this photograph, I would be honored for you to purchase it. ©2008-2009 Patricia Montgomery | Bucks Mountain Galleries | All rights reserved.
Early morning on the Norfolk Broads, England. The glowing sunlight on the mist up ahead, where the river narrows, makes one eager to discover what beauty lies in wait around the next bend. / /
The late eveing sun gave some wonderful light in the wild woods of Harrow Weald. The path runs along Grym’s Dyke. The dyke or ditch is believed to be one of the few remaining Anglo-Saxon trenches in England, where Norse tribes were converted to Christianity in the 8th and 9th centuries. / Its name, the grim, is derived from the word ‘hooded’, a description of the dark appearance of the Norse god, Woden. Woden was the carrier-off of the dead and the god for whom Wednesday was named after. /
Autumnal colours deep in the woods are picked out by the late sunlight. I’m sure little eyes are watching as I take the shot. Harrow Weald Common, Middlesex.
Deep in the Weald, three trees line the path, paying little heed to the walkers passing by. /
This is a shot taken in Spring of the bluebells that carpet the floor of the Weald. I remember playing In and Out the Dusty Bluebells as a child at school. I wonder if it is still played anywhere today? In and out the dusty bluebells: All but one of the children stand in a circle, hold hands, and then lift them up into arches. The remaining child weaves in and out of the arches to the tune of In and out the dusty bluebells, In and out the dusty bluebells, In and out the dusty bluebells, Who shall be my partner? The child then stops and stands behind one of the other children in the circle. While they all sing the chorus, the child behind taps on the child’s shoulder in front. Tippy tippy tappy on your shoulder, Tippy tippy tappy on your shoulder. Tippy Tippy tappy on your shoulder, You shall be my partner. The child behind then gets hold of the second child’s waist, and they weave through the arches together, with the remaining children cloing up the circle. Thetwo then pick a third child at the chorus, and so on, with the line getting longer and longer until the last two in the circle foorma an arch, one gets chosen as the last partner and the last child starts a new game in the middle. How simple life was then.
The setting sun picked out the Autumn colours along the pathway through the trees leading to the edge of one of the beautiful lakes of Killarney, Co. Kerry, Ireland. / / The Lakes of Killarney have many legends and stories of magic and mystery attached to them. The Tuatha de Danaan or the Tribes of the Goddess Danu are thought to have been a sea-faring race called Pelasgians that lived near the Aegean Sea. The Danaans were a magical race, and possessed the knowledge of blacksmithing. They came to the British Isles after they were driven from their homes by invaders from the northeast and southeast. / According to the Book of Invasions, the Tuatha de Danaans were driven northward from Greece as a result of invasion from Syria, and eventually reached Ireland by way of Denmark, to which they gave their own name, Kingdom of the Danaans and North Britain. The date of their arrival in Britain is recorded as 1472 BC. According to Herodotus in History, the Syrian invasion of Greece may be the capture by Phoenicians of the Danaan shrine of the White Goddess Io at Argos, then the religious capitol of the Peloponnese. The Cretans colonized it in 1750 BC. Herodotus does not date the event except that it happened before the Argo expedition to Colchis, which the Greeks dated 1225 BC and before Europa went from Phoenicia to Crete, a tribal emigration, which probably took place some centuries earlier before the sack of Cnossos in 1400 BC. / According to legend, when the Danaans landed in Ireland, they arrived from the sky on a ship of dark clouds on the eve of Beltaine. The Tuatha de Danaans brought with them the stone of destiny called Lia Fail, which was placed on Tara and used to choose the rightful kings of Ireland. They also brought the spear of Lugh, which made whoever wielded it victorious in battle. The third gift they brought was The Sword of Nuada or the Sword of Light, which none could escape from. There was a fourth gift, the Cauldron of the Dagda, which would always be filled with food so that none would starve. / They had to fight the Firbolgs, which they defeated on the hill of Moytura, but the Danaan king, Nuada, lost his hand in this battle. Then, they had to fight the Formorians, a race of ugly giants. The Danaans won the fight with the help of their champion, Lugh, and the Formorians were sent to live under the sea. / 200 years after arrival of the Danaans in Ireland, people sailing from Thrace through the / Mediterranean and out into the Atlantic, landed in Wexford Bay where they came into conflict with the Danaans, but were persuaded to pass out into Northern Britain, then called Albany. They were known as Picts, or Painted Ones. / The Milesians arrived soon after. Instead of fighting the Milesians, the Danaans chose to retreat into the hills and mounds, living in raths that were invisible to humans. Because of this, they were referred to as “Aes Sidhe,” which means the people of the sidhe. The Danaans became the faery folk of Ireland, also called ‘the gentry,’ ‘the grey ones’ or ‘the others.’ They are not tiny faeries but are of normal height and shapeshifters. They are the spirits of the wood, river, and mounds. They are immortals and the only thing that can harm them is iron. The fact that only iron can harm theTuatha de Danaans my have a deeper meaning. It is possible that the Danaans were a Bronze Age race that was defeated by an Iron Age race, the Milesians. / http://www.kelleyheckart.com/Tuatha_de_Danaan.html
Featured in The Patchwork 5th Nov, 2008. / Featured in Live, Love, Dream 4th Nov, 2008. This road is opposite the entrance to Milton Abbey (school) in Milton Abbas. The autumn colours in the small group of trees caught my eye.
Featured in the European Everyday Life group, 17th December, 2008. / Featured in the Nautical group, 16th December, 2008. Located near Portesham village in Dorset, England, on the highest point of the Blackdown area is Hardy’s Monument. There are excellent views of the Dorset coast from this location. / This is not a memorial to the poet Thomas Hardy – it is to Vice Admiral, Sir Thomas Masterman Hardy (1769 – 1839). Hardy lived in the nearby village of Portesham. During the battle of Trafalgar in 1805, Hardy served as Lord Nelson’s flag captain. / The monument is 72 feet high.
A look at the houses down the hill in Abbotsbury, Dorset, England. In the 11th century King Canute rewarded the services of Orca, his steward, with land in Abbotsbury, Portesham and Hilton. It’s believed there was already a religious community in Abbotsbury, and Orca and his wealthy wife Tola built an Abbey here. The Abbey dominated life in Abbotsbury for 500 years, but was destroyed in the dissolution. The barn survived and is the largest thatched building in the world. / Until the dissolution, Abbotsbury would have been one of the most important villages in the county, and the settlement is laid out around a wide market area. After the decline of its monastery, Abbotsbury became the quiet village it is today. / In 1664, during the English Civil War, Roundheads and Cavaliers clashed at Abbotsbury. Cavaliers besieged the Roundheads in the church tower of St. Nicholas’ church, which still bears the scars of musket fire. / During the Second World War, the coastal front was fortified and defended as a part of British anti-invasion preparations of World War II. Later, the Fleet was used as a machine gun training range, and Bouncing bombs were tested there, for the Dambuster sortie (Operation Chastise). More info /
A lonely park bench waiting for company in a cold winter day.
Taken 6/2/09 looking along along the tweed valley just outside Peebles in the scottish borders. Don’t you just love sunshine and snow… and Lois this one’s for you ... / :))) Nikon D60 / Nikkor 18-200 / UV filter / f/5 / 1/1250 sec / ISO-100 / 18mm (....teehee…. these settings were meant for the bench pic before…lol…) / / / / / / /
Just uploading the companion shot to valley view for the lovely sets of two group which gives me a great excuse. to post another version…lol…...... :)))) Taken with my Nikon D60 on 6/2/09 out walking the dog near Peebles in the lovely scottish border countryside… Please dont feel you should comment again…. ... just chill and enjoy …. :))) Cheers :)) / / / / / / / and i tried a b&w version too….
Westcoast of British Columbia, Canada / April 6, 2009 HDR photography……..3 images layered……..tripod……..Photomatix Pro software THANKS VERY MUCH FOR YOUR VIEWS MY FRIENDS…...... xo
GOODBYE WINTER!!!!!! / / I know this look like selective coloring but it’s not,even the truck was white… :))) /
Bariloche, Argentina
El Chalten, Argentina ! National Park Los Glaciales !
Somewhere near Juliaca, South of Peru ! While traveling by bus from Puno to Arequipa I found myself in front of this scenery and managed to get one decent shot despite the wobbling bus ! / This is even more amazing considering the altitude is around 3000 mt !
Snowdonia, Wales, UK / Nikon D300 / Fused in Photomatix / PP in PS CS3 ( OE) / 18-200mm / 1/250 f/10.0
London, November 20003 ! taken originally with F75 28-100mm
Wales, UK / Nikon D300 / Nikkor 18-200mm / HDR in Photomatix Pro / 1 shot, handheld / PP in PS CS3 including Orton Effect
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