Tagged: river

  1. Today’s Photo Beck To Buttmere. Barren boulders and slabs of slate cannot stop the inexorable course of Gatesgarthdale Beck to its home of Buttermere… There’s something wonderfully rugged and wild about the landscape around Honister Pass, especially when the sky gives you fitting stormy clouds, too! =) You should order a beautiful print of this photo right here. Today’s Photo Beck To Buttmere. Barren boulders and slabs of slate cannot stop the inexorable course of Gatesgarthdale Beck to its home of Buttermere… There’s something wonderfully rugged and wild about the landscape around Honister Pass, especially when the sky gives you fitting stormy clouds, too! =) You should order a beautiful print of this photo right here.

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    Beck To Buttmere.

    Barren boulders and slabs of slate cannot stop the inexorable course of Gatesgarthdale Beck to its home of Buttermere…

    There’s something wonderfully rugged and wild about the landscape around Honister Pass, especially when the sky gives you fitting stormy clouds, too! =)

    You should order a beautiful print of this photo right here.

  2. Today’s Photo Wilderness Mine. Gatesgarthdale Beck that flows from the 1,167ft summit of Honister Pass down towards Buttermere. Recent rain made this normally timid beck rather more active and you’ll see these giant boulders and chunks of slate all down the beck, filtering the water; it was remarkably clear… made me want to take a sip out of it. In the distance you can make out the winding single–track road that leads up to the summit Honister Pass where the Slate Mine is. Such a ridiculously epic scene, especially when stormy clouds like these visited us! =) You should order a beautiful print of this photo right here. Today’s Photo Wilderness Mine. Gatesgarthdale Beck that flows from the 1,167ft summit of Honister Pass down towards Buttermere. Recent rain made this normally timid beck rather more active and you’ll see these giant boulders and chunks of slate all down the beck, filtering the water; it was remarkably clear… made me want to take a sip out of it. In the distance you can make out the winding single–track road that leads up to the summit Honister Pass where the Slate Mine is. Such a ridiculously epic scene, especially when stormy clouds like these visited us! =) You should order a beautiful print of this photo right here.

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    Wilderness Mine.

    Gatesgarthdale Beck that flows from the 1,167ft summit of Honister Pass down towards Buttermere. Recent rain made this normally timid beck rather more active and you’ll see these giant boulders and chunks of slate all down the beck, filtering the water; it was remarkably clear… made me want to take a sip out of it.

    In the distance you can make out the winding single–track road that leads up to the summit Honister Pass where the Slate Mine is. Such a ridiculously epic scene, especially when stormy clouds like these visited us! =)

    You should order a beautiful print of this photo right here.

  3. Today’s Photo Brook at the Summit. Kirkstone Pass is just one of those places that I can see me and Lisabet returning to time after time again… there’s just so many ridiculous compositions and epic scenes and views to shoot! A lot of the snow from the Great Second Winter of March 2013 has melted nowadays, but there’s still a lot stubbornly clinging on for life around the summit of Kirkstone Pass, making leading lines in this little brook as it glows in the light of the setting sun towards the mountains of the pass. =) Today’s Photo Brook at the Summit. Kirkstone Pass is just one of those places that I can see me and Lisabet returning to time after time again… there’s just so many ridiculous compositions and epic scenes and views to shoot! A lot of the snow from the Great Second Winter of March 2013 has melted nowadays, but there’s still a lot stubbornly clinging on for life around the summit of Kirkstone Pass, making leading lines in this little brook as it glows in the light of the setting sun towards the mountains of the pass. =)

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    Brook at the Summit.

    Kirkstone Pass is just one of those places that I can see me and Lisabet returning to time after time again… there’s just so many ridiculous compositions and epic scenes and views to shoot!

    A lot of the snow from the Great Second Winter of March 2013 has melted nowadays, but there’s still a lot stubbornly clinging on for life around the summit of Kirkstone Pass, making leading lines in this little brook as it glows in the light of the setting sun towards the mountains of the pass. =)

  4. Today’s Photo Hareshaw’s Sister. This was the first waterfall me and Lisabet came across when tracking the Hareshaw Burn river from Bellingham towards our ultimate destination: the Hareshaw Linn waterfall. I like the multi-directional aspect of this little waterfall, plus there were many interesting rocks around the waterfall and river to play with compositions! =) Today’s Photo Hareshaw’s Sister. This was the first waterfall me and Lisabet came across when tracking the Hareshaw Burn river from Bellingham towards our ultimate destination: the Hareshaw Linn waterfall. I like the multi-directional aspect of this little waterfall, plus there were many interesting rocks around the waterfall and river to play with compositions! =)

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    Hareshaw’s Sister.

    This was the first waterfall me and Lisabet came across when tracking the Hareshaw Burn river from Bellingham towards our ultimate destination: the Hareshaw Linn waterfall.

    I like the multi-directional aspect of this little waterfall, plus there were many interesting rocks around the waterfall and river to play with compositions! =)

  5. Today’s Photo Swaledale’s Crooked Tree.Getting this shot was an… interesting experience. First, you had to walk down the side of the Swaledale valley, which itself was rather steep. Then you have to set up your tripod on massively uneven terrain. Then you have to poke the camera through barbed wire fencing without getting snagged and cut yourself.But man, with the way that tree points towards the valley and the River Swale below, me and Lisabet just had to take the shot! =) Today’s Photo Swaledale’s Crooked Tree.Getting this shot was an… interesting experience. First, you had to walk down the side of the Swaledale valley, which itself was rather steep. Then you have to set up your tripod on massively uneven terrain. Then you have to poke the camera through barbed wire fencing without getting snagged and cut yourself.But man, with the way that tree points towards the valley and the River Swale below, me and Lisabet just had to take the shot! =)

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    Swaledale’s Crooked Tree.

    Getting this shot was an… interesting experience. First, you had to walk down the side of the Swaledale valley, which itself was rather steep. Then you have to set up your tripod on massively uneven terrain. Then you have to poke the camera through barbed wire fencing without getting snagged and cut yourself.

    But man, with the way that tree points towards the valley and the River Swale below, me and Lisabet just had to take the shot! =)

  6. Today’s Photo Tri-Path to the Land Above. Me and Lisabet watched as hikers and toggers ascended the winding footpath alongside the dry-stone wall and the River Sprint upwards towards the head of the valley of Longsleddale, like pilgrims to a holy land of mountains. =) FACTOID: the name “Longsleddale” comes from “sleddale”, itself from Old Norse sletta dalr meaning “valley with flat land”; “long” was prepended because, well, it’s a long valley! I think this may be my current personal favourite photo. =) Today’s Photo Tri-Path to the Land Above. Me and Lisabet watched as hikers and toggers ascended the winding footpath alongside the dry-stone wall and the River Sprint upwards towards the head of the valley of Longsleddale, like pilgrims to a holy land of mountains. =) FACTOID: the name “Longsleddale” comes from “sleddale”, itself from Old Norse sletta dalr meaning “valley with flat land”; “long” was prepended because, well, it’s a long valley! I think this may be my current personal favourite photo. =)

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    Tri-Path to the Land Above.

    Me and Lisabet watched as hikers and toggers ascended the winding footpath alongside the dry-stone wall and the River Sprint upwards towards the head of the valley of Longsleddale, like pilgrims to a holy land of mountains. =)

    FACTOID: the name “Longsleddale” comes from “sleddale”, itself from Old Norse sletta dalr meaning “valley with flat land”; “long” was prepended because, well, it’s a long valley!

    I think this may be my current personal favourite photo. =)

  7. Today’s Photo Stewards of the Lune. Whilst exploring Devil’s Bridge and the shore of the River Lune in Kirkby Lonsdale with Lisabet, I came across these three impressive trees with their exposed and mangled root systems. Pretty gnarly (see what I did there?) With their red bark and green moss everywhere, and their branches reaching out protectively towards the Lune, I had to set up for a composition. =) Today’s Photo Stewards of the Lune. Whilst exploring Devil’s Bridge and the shore of the River Lune in Kirkby Lonsdale with Lisabet, I came across these three impressive trees with their exposed and mangled root systems. Pretty gnarly (see what I did there?) With their red bark and green moss everywhere, and their branches reaching out protectively towards the Lune, I had to set up for a composition. =)

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    Stewards of the Lune.

    Whilst exploring Devil’s Bridge and the shore of the River Lune in Kirkby Lonsdale with Lisabet, I came across these three impressive trees with their exposed and mangled root systems. Pretty gnarly (see what I did there?)

    With their red bark and green moss everywhere, and their branches reaching out protectively towards the Lune, I had to set up for a composition. =)

  8. Borrowdale’s Reward. Today, I hiked for three hours, travelling 8.9 miles and climbing 1,312ft high. On my own. With camera gear and a tripod.  My feet are pulsing. You lot had better bloody like the crap out of these photos! =D The aim of hiking all the way out here from where I live, of course, was to shoot this incredible valley: this is Lower Borrowdale sometimes referred to as Westmorland Borrowdale to distinguish it’s name from the more famous one in the old county of Cumberland. “Borrowdale” simply means dale of the (Roman) fort. Borrow Beck streams down from the mountains behind where I was stood for this shot and winds through this wild and unspoilt valley as Crookdale Beck. Thankfully, I managed to time my hike just right, even with stops along the way, as when I arrived this view opened up and the sun was about to set, casting delicious pinks and purples everywhere. =) Borrowdale’s Reward. Today, I hiked for three hours, travelling 8.9 miles and climbing 1,312ft high. On my own. With camera gear and a tripod.  My feet are pulsing. You lot had better bloody like the crap out of these photos! =D The aim of hiking all the way out here from where I live, of course, was to shoot this incredible valley: this is Lower Borrowdale sometimes referred to as Westmorland Borrowdale to distinguish it’s name from the more famous one in the old county of Cumberland. “Borrowdale” simply means dale of the (Roman) fort. Borrow Beck streams down from the mountains behind where I was stood for this shot and winds through this wild and unspoilt valley as Crookdale Beck. Thankfully, I managed to time my hike just right, even with stops along the way, as when I arrived this view opened up and the sun was about to set, casting delicious pinks and purples everywhere. =)

    Borrowdale’s Reward.

    Today, I hiked for three hours, travelling 8.9 miles and climbing 1,312ft high. On my own. With camera gear and a tripod. 

    My feet are pulsing.

    You lot had better bloody like the crap out of these photos! =D

    The aim of hiking all the way out here from where I live, of course, was to shoot this incredible valley: this is Lower Borrowdale sometimes referred to as Westmorland Borrowdale to distinguish it’s name from the more famous one in the old county of Cumberland. “Borrowdale” simply means dale of the (Roman) fort. Borrow Beck streams down from the mountains behind where I was stood for this shot and winds through this wild and unspoilt valley as Crookdale Beck.

    Thankfully, I managed to time my hike just right, even with stops along the way, as when I arrived this view opened up and the sun was about to set, casting delicious pinks and purples everywhere. =)

  9. Today’s Photo The Golden Lune. As me and Lisabet decided to finish our little hike around Bullpot, we began the descent back down towards Kirkby Lonsdale. As we began our descent, so did the sun and what occurred was one of the most golden sunsets I’ve ever experienced in my life!Even better than that, as the clouds had been lifting and breaking up throughout the day, we could see from our altitude the winding form of the River Lune illuminated and glowing by the setting sun.It truly was an incredible view to see and experience. The golden landscape, the sheep peacefully grazing, the twisting Lune glowing and glittering into the distance… =) Today’s Photo The Golden Lune. As me and Lisabet decided to finish our little hike around Bullpot, we began the descent back down towards Kirkby Lonsdale. As we began our descent, so did the sun and what occurred was one of the most golden sunsets I’ve ever experienced in my life!Even better than that, as the clouds had been lifting and breaking up throughout the day, we could see from our altitude the winding form of the River Lune illuminated and glowing by the setting sun.It truly was an incredible view to see and experience. The golden landscape, the sheep peacefully grazing, the twisting Lune glowing and glittering into the distance… =)

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    The Golden Lune. As me and Lisabet decided to finish our little hike around Bullpot, we began the descent back down towards Kirkby Lonsdale. As we began our descent, so did the sun and what occurred was one of the most golden sunsets I’ve ever experienced in my life!

    Even better than that, as the clouds had been lifting and breaking up throughout the day, we could see from our altitude the winding form of the River Lune illuminated and glowing by the setting sun.

    It truly was an incredible view to see and experience. The golden landscape, the sheep peacefully grazing, the twisting Lune glowing and glittering into the distance… =)

  10. Today’s Photo A Mist of Silver Quivering. I suspect me and Lisabet would’ve reached the actual lake of Elter Water were it not that the trail was totally waterlogged and I didn’t bring a solid pair of waterproof boots.In any case, the river Brathay was almost lake-like itself, being somewhat full and bursting due to the heavy rains all week. You can see in the bottom of the shot how what is normally the shore is drowned. In the distance, obscured by the thick, rolling morning mist, are the peaks of Great Gable and Scafell Pike, the highest mountains in England.Factoid: “elter water” translates roughly to either “lake of the swan” or “lake of the alder”. Today’s Photo A Mist of Silver Quivering. I suspect me and Lisabet would’ve reached the actual lake of Elter Water were it not that the trail was totally waterlogged and I didn’t bring a solid pair of waterproof boots.In any case, the river Brathay was almost lake-like itself, being somewhat full and bursting due to the heavy rains all week. You can see in the bottom of the shot how what is normally the shore is drowned. In the distance, obscured by the thick, rolling morning mist, are the peaks of Great Gable and Scafell Pike, the highest mountains in England.Factoid: “elter water” translates roughly to either “lake of the swan” or “lake of the alder”.

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    A Mist of Silver Quivering. I suspect me and Lisabet would’ve reached the actual lake of Elter Water were it not that the trail was totally waterlogged and I didn’t bring a solid pair of waterproof boots.

    In any case, the river Brathay was almost lake-like itself, being somewhat full and bursting due to the heavy rains all week. You can see in the bottom of the shot how what is normally the shore is drowned. In the distance, obscured by the thick, rolling morning mist, are the peaks of Great Gable and Scafell Pike, the highest mountains in England.

    Factoid: “elter water” translates roughly to either “lake of the swan” or “lake of the alder”.