Frederick H Evans is one of my photographic heros, priniciply down to his architectural photography work. One of his most famous photographs is called Sea of Steps, taken at Wells Cathedral – the steps to the Chapter House. This fact was nowhere in my mind when we visited Wells Cathedral in October, you can guess my reaction when I turned the corner to see these steps – instant recollection from nowhere is a powerful drug.
I could only grab a snap of the steps which were the subject of his work – I didn’t have the right lens, I didn’t have a tripod, there were tourists wandering up and down the steps, I was in the way, I couldn’t get the right angle and they have a hand rail in the wrong place. All the excuses in the book. Nevertheles, it was great to see the steps in real life.
As an aside, I was privileged to handle some of the beautiful images he produced during my studies of photography. It’s difficult to describe the beauty of them, the delicacy of the toning of his platinum prints was awesome.
One of the tourist attractions on the outskirts of Ponta Delgada is the Gruta do Carvao, which is an old lava tube. I found it quite interesting and a complete contrast to the many water made cave systems I’ve visited. This photo has been ‘recovered’ using some extensive photoshop manipulation – at the very moment I wanted to use the pop-up flash on my Canon 80D it decided it didn’t want to work. I tried in vain to find some obscure control in the menu system but with no luck. When we returned home I had to send my camera off to Canon for repair…. and of course it was out of warranty!
With an overnight in San Jose and an early start next morning (7 a.m.), the hotel put together a packed meal for breakfast, (an apple and some kind of processed flat meat between two pieces of bread), we were whisked away in a shuttle bus for the first part of our journey to Tortuguero. At about the halfway point we stopped somewhere called Guapiles at the Restaurante Selva Tropical, for a mid-morning breakfast and transfer to another shuttle bus for our onward journey. Fresh fruit, our first encounter with ‘rice and beans’ (a Costa Rican staple), plantain, scrambled eggs, there was enough to satisfy most people.
At the rear of the restaurant was a covered butterfly garden which was an interesting place to meander while we waited for the off for the next part of our journey. The proprietor had clearly put some effort into making an interesting exhibition. Near the entrance were some glass cases with chrysalis in various stages of development.
To the best of my knowledge this and the image below show the Blue Morpho butterfly.
Barcelona’s Museu Nacional d’Art de Catalunya – ceiling of Auditorium. When we were there they were preparing the floor of the auditorium for a presentation dinner of some sort – stage at one end and lots of a large round tables carefully placed around the floor.