a Photo Blog, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to dear dirty New York
As part of a workshop in alternative cameras I took a few shots with an old Canon Powershot A570 which had it’s infrared filter removed and a piece of orange gel taped over the front of the lens. This yielded some interest color IR effects. Click any image to see them all enlarged.
Alighting at Hawse Landing we then clambered up Cat Bells, without doubt our hardest climb, about 450 meters up. Described by all the guide books as “…one of the great favourites, a family fell where grandmothers and infants can climb the heights together, a place beloved. Its popularity is well deserved: its shapely topknott attracts the eye offering a steep but obviously simple scramble,” this walk took the breath out of me and “scramble” means climbing up rocks with your hands. After descending and walking along the lake, we returned by boat from Hawse Landing to Keswick and the ducks.
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From our hotel, we walked to Keswick port where we caught the ferry to Hawse Landing to begin the ascent to Cat Bells.
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Samuel Johnson wrote Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia in the 18th century and I read it in college in the 20th (it’s where we get the word serendipity from). The grave of Rasselas, native of Abyssinia is in the churchyard of the 15th century St Martin’s church in Bowness. Lovely weather brought the tourists out in the pier area. Click any image to see them each enlarged to full size.
This beautiful area is usually so crowded with people it’s impossible to get a picture without people in it. Not last weekend.
With apologies to August Sander and Richard Powers
We went for a tramp in the North Woods… but he got away.
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