Shadows on the sky

                                   Clouds some 60 miles distant, casting shadows onto the sky as the sun sets.




70-200mm f/2.8 Sigma EX Apo lens. 1/1000 second at f/4.5. Matrix metering. + 0.3 EV compensation. ISO 160



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Runnin' down to the station

The golden age of the railway has long gone, and the reason a local station survived the swinging axe of Dr. Beeching in 1963 was the fact that at that time it featured a four track layout. It is on a main line system but somewhat neglected, as shown by the rusted-away passenger lift bell in the top image. The lift itself has not worked for many years and thus prevents some disabled people from using the rail network at this stop. All this is not such good news for those that travel by train, but a whole wealth of subjects for my camera.


24-70mm f/2.8 AF-S Nikkor. Matrix metering.

Bell: 1/250 second at f/5.6. -0.67 EV compensation. ISO 400
Rusted girder: 1/1600 second at f/2.8. -0.33 EV compensation. ISO 200
Stairs: 1/160 second at f/11. -0.33 EV compensation. ISO 500



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Satellite dishes, colour and texture

More graffiti, but this time sanctioned by those who use the buildings; the bottom three being part of exterior wall decorations of a boxing club. Rather than try and include the whole artwork I close in here and there to include the textures of the surfaces they are painted on.

Oh, yes...  and the top image is of a Satellite TV dish and its shadow.


24-70mm f/2.8 AF-S Nikkor. Matrix metering.

Top: 1/500 second at f/8. - 0.67 EV compensation. ISO 250
Second: 1/250 second at f/5.6. -0.33 EV compensation. ISO 160
Third: 1/250 second at f/5.6. -0.67 ISO 200
Bottom: 1/100 second at f/6.3. -0.33 EV compensation.  ISO 320



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They think it's all over...

By all accounts, last night's storm was the worst of the lot, although I see little evidence of it until I reach the seafront, where the brunt of it was taken. For the first time to my knowledge, the local authorities had closed a section of beach for public safety. There were a number of beach huts strewn around the promenade, mostly floated off of their bases and deposited elsewhere, but several of the wooden structures had been smashed, no doubt, by the waves overnight.

By mid morning it was all but spent, although the winds remained strong until early afternoon. The Met Office are telling us that this is the last of the series; so numerous were they that none had a chance to be individually named. A shame, as it is something we have been good at in the past: The Hurricane of '87, or The Great Gale of 1824, for example. Not exactly creative, and it is only recently that one has been given a specific moniker - that of St Jude, last October.

I take the obligatory shots of rough seas and angry skies, but decided to use the one above. It has an untroubled quality about it, and I, for one, have had just about enough of it all. At least for the time being.



70-200mm f/2.8D Apo Sigma lens. 1/1000 second at f/5.6. ISO 320



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