The curve of the Tagus river, in a huge panorama, shot from Mirador del Valle. One of my favourite prints from my collection was seeing this image as a triptych, each about 4 feet high, with 6 inches of white matting and a white frame. Stunning presentation on a large wall.
A week of work, a day off, a walk through the park. I’ve been sidelined from posting lately, but I’ve been thinking of Spain and it’s time to get back to photography.
A hot day with storms brewing. From the bridge between Phalombe’s Healthy Center and the village.
A fantastic city, viewed from the Citadella in Gellert park.
Another kaleidoscope image, this time from the banks of the Seine. Open/save the image to see it at a larger size.
On the Brazilian side, looking up the “Devil’s Throat” toward the mouth of the falls, with Argentina on the right. These shots had to be taken quickly because of the extraordinary amount of spray coming from nearly all sides.
The beginning of the falls, at the top of the “Devil’s Throat.”
People departed. Tour boats stopped. Just the roar and the early evening sun over this massive ring of waterfalls.
A vertical panorama, assembled from individual 2.5-second exposures. One of those images became Tower Segment, posted a month ago.
Looking west toward the Brazil side of the falls.
A view from the roadway leading to the island.
A 360 degree view of an intersection in Lyon’s 1st arrondissement.
From Heroes Square in Budapest, this is a different take on a nighttime 360-degree panorama, using the “mini-planet” technique. The original is extremely large (583 megapixels – over 8 feet square if printed at 300 DPI), so it’s difficult to display on screen and still keep sharp. A challenge (and learning experience) to shoot — I plan for there to be more.
About the only time the bridge isn’t packed with people and souvenir sellers is right before they shut off the lights for the night — 2 AM.
I [dropcap]I[/dropcap] was shopping. After years of abuse, I finally retired some much-loved and oft-abused travel clothes. Pants that had climbed (and slid down) a Moroccan mountain. A shirt whose longevity was inversely proportional to its 8 dollar price tag. Shoes that had seen more than a dozen countries on four continents. And while this gear was like my travel family, its best days were behind me.
Swimming a few hundred metres from the shore of Perivolous beach, I pause to look back to shore. The early evening sun is still warm and bright and soaking everything in a luxurious, golden hue. The water is calm and exquisitely refreshing after a day spent lounging on the sand.