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Today I continued the scanning of colour negatives made in Cumbria on 18th August 1992, and last mentioned in ‘Welcome To The World’.
We visited a popular boating lake,
on which Jessica rowed our friend Alison Barran.
I have occasionally mentioned my fear of heights. This is described in particular in ‘Vertigo’.
Jessica never gave up trying to get me up mountains. Place Fell, which we scaled on the day in question was a case in point.
A sparkling waterfall fairly near the bottom was not too scary. I could have settled for that.
The cleft in this granite boulder was an example of the rugged nature of the terrain.
Others littered the sloping hillsides on which hikers had trodden a clear path along which Jessica fearlessly strode,
eventually reaching the summit. In order to avoid any misunderstanding I am honour bound to state that
I may just about have managed to stand at a high point to depict her gazing across the lumpy terrain,
but there was no way it would have been perched alongside this marker cairn.
Indeed I felt more than somewhat queasy enough when taking some of these shots on the way up. Note the sheep in the second picture.
Unfortunately most of the compositions did not lend themselves to cropping out the unsightly date stamp.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s Post House Pie served with carrots, green beans, and cauliflower. Dessert was lemon Swiss roll and vanilla ice cream. I finished the Bordeaux.
It is easy enough to erase the date stamps with the editing tool. Beautiful Jessica, ugly cairn.
Thanks Mary. How do I do that?
On the Mac; if you bring up the photo you want to edit – click edit then Retouch (the icon is a bandaid on Photo) then select the size you want according to the size of what you want to erase, then go to the picture with your cursor (which would look like a circle of the size you selected and go over the bits you don’t want (click and drag). I use a trackpad instead of a mouse so I just move my finger over the trackpad. Easy.
Many thanks, Mary. I had never thought of using retouch for anything other than dust and hair spots. I probably won’t bother to change the posts but will correct the originals and any more that still have the date on them.
T’is a brave person who knows their fears and faces them so squarely. 🙂
Many thanks, Widders
Wow amazing
Thanks very much, Lynn
Beautiful scenery!
Thanks a lot, John
Lovely shots of the scenery–and of Jessica, too!
Many thanks, Merril
Fantastic scenery and shots. The last one is positively scary, even if one doesn’t suffer from vertigo. The composition lends itself to giving more of a feeling of drop than pictures usually do. Some of mine which took a bit of nerve to take look tame.
Many thanks, Leslie. That’s a kindred feeling
Beautiful photos, Derrick! Jessica is brave. I’m too afraid of heights to tackle that kind of hike. Great views!
Many thanks, Jill
Oh, Lord – the one of her next to that marker gives me the willies. I don’t even like circular stairs or the second floor of the mall! I know it’s a nonsense fear, but that’s no help.
Me too, Jodie. Dunno how I did that trip. Thanks a lot.
: )
Love your photography. Wish I was there!
Many thanks, Jan
You took us to new heights, Derrick.
🙂 Nice one, Bruce.
: )
Smiling at this one, Derrick. I took my father on a cable car up to a 10,000 ft. peak in Utah, didn’t find out until about 20 years later that he had a fear of heights. He put on a brave front. Your pics are wonderful, Jessica…brave.
Thanks a lot, Van. You wouldn’t have got me up there. 🙂
Something else we have in common, I felt queasy just looking at Jessica standing by the cairn,
Yet I have no fear of flying, I even took up flying and flew Cessna’s and Victor “AirTourers” back in the late 60’s early 70’s .
And I can’t explain why 😕
That’s the thing about phobias, isn’t it? Not rational. Thanks, Brian
The row boats reminded me of the Barking Park Lake, I’d row boats just like that around the lake with my mother and father sitting back steering; it was a peaceful time 🙂
Glad to trigger that, Brian. Thanks
Le Cantal, the place I tend to think of as home, has a tremendous likeness to Cumbria and these pictures remind of why I think that. Well done for taking such marvellous images whilst nauseous from being on high … Jessica’s persuasion was certainly worth it. I’m now idly wondering what I was doing in 1992 – oh yes, pregnant with number three daughter so probably as queasy as you were!!
🙂 Many thanks, Osyth
The picture of Jessica beside the cairn made me groan – I trust it was not quite as precarious as the crop makes it seem! My sweetheart has a theory that some people are valley people (I presume there must be hills or mountains to go with those) and some people instinctively like the plains.
Thanks very much Susan. I don’t expect it was as bad as it looked 🙂
WOW, not for the faint of heart – awesome shots of Jessica’s hike! Desert sounds delicious Derrick ~
Thanks very much, Mary
I am also afraid of heights. Not sure if the slopes here are gradual enough for me or not.
Some, perhaps. Thanks, Luanne
Fabulous landscape and photo captures. Thank you, Derrick for sharing your memory with us!
Many thanks, Amy
I am allergic to heights.
Thanks, Leslie. 🙂
My fear of heights kept me from flying. I flew for the first time in 2015 and love it. But I won’t be climbing any mountains or crossing bridges that con ect said mountains.
Thanks, Kim. I was also afraid of flying, but I have got over that one now. I can’t even think of those bridges.
I am not too queasy on trips up hill but taking photos, looking downwards, may make me sick. The beauty in the photos is both worth the views and are especially appreciated! 🙂
Many thanks, Robin 🙂
You’re welcome, Derrick.
Different landscape. It seems a mystery.
Thanks very much, Micheline
This set reminds me of mountain hiking in Crimea and Caucuses I used to do twice a year in my youth. Happy memories.
You were made of sterner stuff than I, Dolly. Thanks very much
I am just an intrepid adventurer who never thinks of danger, Derrick. My grandmother claimed that I was born without self-preservation instinct – perhaps…
You are certainly a survivor
Isn’t it a miracle in itself?
It is.
😻
Fascinating terrain! I would probably get queasy, too.
🙂 Heights are not my thing. Thank you very much, JoAnna
I understand. I don’t like heights either.
Thanks for the solidarity 🙂