Posts from August 2011
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I am enjoying the video capabilities of my Nikon, particularly to capture “moving photographs” such as this one. Filmed during our summer holiday in Florence, Italy, whilst we ate mint choc chip ice cream and enjoyed the music.
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The rocky coastline in the north west of Elba is unique in the world; granite magma, deposited by a volcano seven million years ago, is impregnated with orthoclase crystals and forms a peculiar, smoothed surface. On first seeing the rocks, they appeared to have been concreted-over, but on closer inspection, it was obvious that it’s…
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One of the joys of a holiday on the Mediterranean coast is finding small villages, hidden away amongst the folds of the coast, and the special places therein. Although I didn’t know it when I took this photo, there’s an excellent, if tiny, restaurant beneath the gazebo in the centre of this photo. Frequented by…
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Whilst presenting my One Frame Movie photos at the Open Show in Lausanne this week, I mentioned Gregory Crewdson. I first became aware of his work in 2008 via David Hobby’s blog and have admired his process ever since. He’s technically more of a film director than a photographer, albeit that the result of his…
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OK, OK, I know: I’m a city boy at heart. But I defy anyone to be less than impressed when rounding a corner on a lonely road in the Scottish Highlands at dusk to be confronted with a hillside covered in wild red deer.
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To illustrate the precise depth of the devaluation of European currencies, I thought I’d share a few figures with you to explain how the fluctuating values affect me. As I’m British, and Britain still has its own currency (the pound sterling) instead of the Euro, I’ll compare the Swiss franc with the pound. When I…
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Well, it’s not much of a secret restaurant for locals, as the car park is often busy and it’s right next to one of the local, small ski areas on the rolling hill slopes above Spiez in winter.
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For six weeks in the summer every year, young children under the watchful eye of a more experienced adult lead the local half brown, half white goats through the streets of Zermatt twice a day.