To go with my short story 'My Last Day on the Ben'. For the Lyon Equipment comp. Link to follow.

Amazing!

Nice photo. How do you do that then?

Thanks Will. I make a long panorama then bend it aound on itself and then fill in the middle. See http://www.ukclimbing.com/images/dbpage.html?id=80195 for details.

What an amazing shot. Great work.

Artist at work. I like this alot. well done

Gobsmacking as usual Dan. Thank you.

Looks like something out of Super mario galaxy. Very cool.

Brilliant! I still don't know how you missed your feet and shadow out.

That's possibly the most brilliant photo I've ever seen!

So is No. 3 Gully Buttress the one with the lump of stones on top?

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This is just wicked, brilliant stuff. I have been playing Mario Galaxy though

How did you get the clouds to go away?

Wonderful photo quite extraordinary in fact.
RN

There's a story to go with this one, I couldn't work out how to link it so I'll post it here.
Thanks for all your comments, glad you like it.
My Last Day on the Ben
I'd been up Ben Nevis before.
The first time was with Alisdair. A passionate Scot, he knew the mountain like the back of his hand. So when we scrambled off Tower Ridge onto the plateau in a roaring storm I just trusted him. No mapwork, no lost time, heads down and we ploughed on through the weather. Ice and snow sandblasted across our faces. Eyes just open, tiny slits so as to not lose each other in the whiteout. How do I keep this savage coldness out of my head? Can eyeballs freeze? Can you still see if they do?
The second time was with Vince. It was much colder. At least twelve degrees of frost. Two Step Corner was in perfect nick, superb. It was much windier. Vince pulled over the cornice easily and then frontpointed along the flat plateau so he wouldn't be blown back down. Laughing at the absurdity of it all I followed. We stayed roped up most of the way down. Five or six times we were swept away by gusts. There was a choice of how to battle the power of the wind. You could run with it for a moment to try and remain upright, or you could accept the fall and immediately go for an ice axe arrest. On the flat. Neither really worked.
This time everything was different.
As I belayed Smooth Rob up Zero gully, it was quiet. No tearing wind, no brutal cold, no mist.
Sun bathed the Highlands with golden light for as far as the eye could see. Soon we were above the shadow of the mountain. Our fatigued bodies quenched their thirst for comfort in the sunshine. Warmth. Rest. Peace.
There was food for the Soul too. A view I had never seen. The other times on the mountain, I knew it was there behind the mist, but surviving and getting down had dominated my consciousness completely. The only thoughts my brain had allowed. This time, the Western Isles stretched out to the horizon. The Cairngorm mass dominated the East. Glencoe lay to the South, and nameless ranges continued North forever.
Rob began to descend. I couldn't leave. I'd never expected this. I'd never see it like this again.
I fumbled for the camera. I knew any picture could be nothing but an aid to my memory of this. I still had to try. Standing on the edge of the cornice, I tried to capture the scene. Not a perfect composition. I stepped back again. It was one step too far. I'm falling. Oh my God! I'M FALLING!
At least I got the shot.

This is the best shot on UKC by a country mile, absolutly amazing

Chocolate Chip!

Reminds me of a walls vienetta

Simply awesome.

how did you make this totaly mindblowing image x

thanks, to make these, I make a horizontal panorama, and then bend it round on itself in photoshop, then I fill int the middle with a straight down shot. More details on my website danarkle.com