A day on the river.

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Today was the one day a year Yorkshire water open the outfall of thruscoss dam, and allow the Washburn to flood down to fewston reservoir. The canoe club is not one to allow this opportunity to go to waste. And I’m not one to allow a photo op go either.

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the day was grey with a lot of cloud it really was dull and this meant there where a few issues with photography. Most of the river is under tree cover, which meant the lack of light was further limited. I had to really bump up the ISO to get the shutter speed I needed, and the fastest lens I had brought was a 2.8 17-50.

I switched to full manual and constantly tweaked the exposures. It was hard work. But well worth it as I feel I got some good shots, and I worked for them. I would of used a flash but felt it would be off putting to the canoeists.

The Long walk back.

More images of course available on my ipernity site: http://www.ipernity.com/doc/mikethompson/album/505491

Knaresborough

MooredI decided I would go to Knaresborough on Sunday, as I had nothing better to do.

So I hopped on the bus, paid my £3 return journey. I hadn’t been to Knaresborough for some time.

It was wonderfully quiet in the castle gardens. A few people out walking their dogs, a jogger or two, but generally it was eerily quiet.

I started shooting the already cliché views of Knaresborough, the ones you see time and time again, the viaduct, the view from the grounds. It was boring obvious stuff, and the only reason I had done it was for the sake of using the Sigma 10-20mm that often sits unloved in my bag.

I like the lens, but I forget how to use it, each lens has its quirks, and the 10 is no different. It tends to get high contrast wrong, and over exposes. I had forgotten this and a few shots the blowout was way to much and the image had to be rejected.

But I pressed on.

Blind Jack

Blind Jack was still sat on his bench, and I broke out the flash to photograph him. It isn’t often I use flash, but because of the strong back light that time in the morning, I had little choice. I think I may of frightened those people sat in Cafe Nero with the bright flash 🙂

I went down the long steps toward the waterfront, and walked along both ways, trying to inspire or motivate myself.

I found little there that did that.

18082013-DSC_9774So it was back up the long really steep steps to the castle. I was knackerd when I reached the top. I really must work on my levels of fitness..

At the top I saw a young couple, he had obviously done something to really annoy her, as she was blocking him at every move. So of course I took a picture 🙂
Not talking to you..From there it was a short walk around the really small market Knaresborough has on a sunday, there was a Magian putting on a show for the kids as part of Knaresborough Feva, and I took a few images of the crowd and Magian. Nothing spectacular or worthy though.

Back on the bus and away home. I suppose it was good to get out the house for a while.

More Knaresborough images at: http://www.ipernity.com/doc/mikethompson/album/492931

Wet and Wild

I parked the car, and the first thing I thought was bloody hell. The wind was howling outside the car, which was rocking in the wind. The rain was hitting the side windows like little bullets.

I stepped out the car, and pulled my boots out, and my windproof changing into the boots on the far side of the car, out of the wind and rain, I considered my self nuts for going out in this. But I don’t care. I’m outside in the fresh air.

Walking along the path into the wind, my windproof doing its job and keeping the worst of the wind out, but th rain stinging my face, like sandpaper. It was 2 miles before the path became shelterd, and another half mile to the walkers shelter. I ploughed through, hating my self for forgetting my Lowe Alpine Moutain Cap.

In the warmth of the sheler I sat and watched the rain falling. During the summer, you cant really use these shelters due to swallows nesting in them, as evidenced by the nests in the eves, and the filth dropping from the timber roof frames where the fledglings sit. But for now they are a welcome respite from the wind and rain.I considured puttin ion water proofs, but as my legs are already wet, and very mud splatterd, I decided it was a dead idea. My windproof was also wet, but as it holds the warmth even when wet, I just decided to plod on. The rain had more or less stopped, it was very light rain if anything. Still noticable but nothing as bad as before.

Leaving the shelter and walked round the back, and up the hill. Not a very steep hill, but enough to remind me of how unfit I am. I stopped at the top and tried to pin point the noise of  a shotgun, I saw a Land rover on the hill, but couldn’t see any other obvious movement of shooters. A tractor was busy spreading hay for the fell sheep on the other side of the valley.

I doubled back, the way I had come, along a higher path. After all, this was purly a effort to check my leg for pain and see how it stood up to a rough walk. As I approached the only gate on this path, a all terrain motorcycle roared up to the gate, saw me walking and turned around and sped off the same way he had come. This path was open to all vehicles, it was re-classified by the authority a few years back, but the motorcycles still occasionally use it. Personnally I dont care. The road can take the traffic, its heavy stoned, and motor bikes cause little damage. If they where to start ripping up areas off the path however, thats when it becomes a issue.

I walked the road, finding new and interesting rounds around many of the stupidly deep huge puddles all over.

Scar House was thundering, the first time I’ve seen the dam outflows in full force, raging down the Nidd. As I walked back to the car, I passed a couple, dressed in full waterproofs, hoods up and zipped right up. They looked me up and down, and gave me a look reminisant of upper class looking down on the commoner. I dont care, aprt from being damp, I was fine. Warm and comfy. Given the weather, I would hazard a guess, after climbing Cam High Road onto the fell, they would be damp too, only from the inside out. I sniggerd and walked on.

Back to the car, I sat and had a coffee. I enjoy every walk, in all weathers.