Grace Bay, Providenciales Turks & Caicos, June 2008 (click to enlarge)
Point Grace, Providenciales Turks & Caicos, February 2006
Grace Bay, Providenciales Turks & Caicos, June 2008 (click to enlarge)
Point Grace, Providenciales Turks & Caicos, February 2006
Submitting a humble photo taken with OH’s phone, the seafront near us the other morning when he was walking the dog. Some of the morning skies are very special at the moment.
Don’t think I’ve posted these before.
Somerton, by the canal.
A rural landscape in winter-5756 by Anton Ertl, on Flickr
Alberta, Canada.
Driving from A to B in Wetaskiwin by Anton Ertl, on Flickr
Infra red, also at Somerton.
Old Sky by Anton Ertl, on Flickr
One of my heros, Capt James Cook. In my view the supreme marine navigator and surveyor.
His charting of the St. Lawrence River was so accurate that Wolfe’s army, 4500 men in a flotilla of small boats, successfully navigated it in the dark, to climb the cliffs and defeat the French.
His charting of the coasts of Australia and New Zealand were equally accurate. It was only in the mid 1990’s that his charting of the coastline of New Zealand, made in 1798-90, was supreceded by one more accurate, thanks to satellite surveying.
I was extremely miffed with self for failing to buy the Cook chart. I learned, too late, from an article in Yachting Monthly, that it had been replaced.
I was hoping to see some of yours.
Ah, dreams of the south….
Hope you’ll excuse my cheeky little tweak (so to speak)
One of my many unfortunate vices is straightening pictures when visiting other peoples’ homes.
Thank you! My early bedroom window views can be a bit askew. Luckily, all picture frames at home hang on two hooks, so unless we have an earthquake or Russis invades, all is straight here! ![]()
Blue Mountains? Australia ?
New Caledonia - not a very good pic I’m afraid for details!
A bit close to the coast!
Subtly modulated planar recession…
I must see if I can sneak that phrase into a description of someone’s picture on the photography forum. ![]()
Can you just imagine people escaping from France to Spain and perhaps home to England that way in the war, came through those mountains on foot.
Poor Walter Benjamin, such a tragic end to a great mind.