Berwick-upon Tweed // From the air
Here’s a little aerial and fake model shot of the lovely town of Berwick-upon-Tweed. Snapped during my first try out of the DJI Phantom 3 Drone (which is fab). Shot taken in DNG and fiddled with in Lightroom. Being able to do this kinda stuff is getting me ever so excited. Plus I never had a RC plane when I was kid – just wind-up train sets.
Berwick-upon-Tweed
Ordinaryson : A shot at paradise
Well, I go to work eleven hours a day. I meet my train friends and we eat soup together and mock the grey race. And then, ‘paradise’ and Ordinaryson takes us away to somewhere else. Moments. They tick, un-noticed. Like the dawn chorus and a golden light through the windows on a wintry day. They make this life, good. Give them a listen…Links here:
Sigh…this time last week…
Ah, Croatia, sunsets and boaty things with two hulls….Cavtat / Croatia : You’re luvverly…..
Daring to step out of the comfort zone…
..Can take some considerable bottle. Especially when that step is one that plays with image and (stereo)type. Good then, that Jason Kyrone had no qualms or inhibitions. This photo is in the tradition of many a rock photo, edgy, playing with image and twisting it a little. More to come from Mr.Kyrone in the next post. And I love my £50 Canon 50mm 1.8! Lit with a 50W bulb!
Here be pixies
Well, we’ve been here before but if any location is the personification of the word ‘Verdant’ then this is it. Roughting Linn Waterfall in Northumbria.
If I wasn’t:
A) Vegetarian
B) Living in the 21st Century
C) Scared of peyote cactus and other shamanistic shenanigans
I would have gone back to my pagan roots, donned a cloak of twigs and whirled in the way that dervishes do whilst worshipping the root and branch. Instead, I whipped out the Canon 5D, slapped a jet black ND16 filter on it and took this shot. A beautiful place, quiet and affecting.
Sleepy Borders? Nothing Happening? Depends where you look.
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Bedu Policeman / Wadi Mousa / 2008
Desert eyes. That parched, merciless light burnt into the retina. In the eye, encapsulated, the sun’s bleached heat. This is a Bedu policeman, patrolling the sandstone steps up to the monastery in Petra.
By day the hot sun fermented us
“and we were dizzied by the beating wind. At night we were stained by dew, and shamed into pettiness by the innumerable silences of stars.”
Very true. I’d guess it was around 90+degrees when this was taken. The breeze was hairdryer hot, the dust & sand like furnace ash.
I think you are another of these desert loving English – Doughty, Stanhope, Gordon of Khartoum
“No Arab loves the desert. We love water and green trees. There is nothing in the desert. And no man needs nothing.”
But then there is the beautiful, clean, austerity of the place. Pure of line, angle and colour, which then creates the need of one human to connect with another. A short series of desert images coming soon. Number 1 : Syrian desert, 40k from Palmyra.
