Peacebuilding & Conflict Transformation
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Off I-90 near Snoqualmie Pass in Washington is Keechelus Lake, a natural lake that has an earth dam on its eastern shore that was built in the early 1900's to control the flow of water going into the Yakima River, which is a tributary to the Columbia River. Most of what I could find online seems to speculate that the trees on the western (note: There's actually stumps all around the lake, but the majority are on the western side.) side of the lake were cut down, rather than have them die when the dammed lake is full of water. Apparently the cold water over so many years has preserved, or petrified the stumps. I think they're beautiful, and yet somewhat disturbing at the same time. I've been wanting to photograph them for several years, so my last time through the area I parked and took some pictures. I'll be posting a closer view of the stumps sometime soon. For now here's a shot of the western stump area, the lake isn't shown, but is out of the frame to the left.
These gadwalls were in a pond that I was shooting swallows. Suddenly, action erupted, so I switched subjects. The bottom one moved to another part of the lake!
We all have our own ways of resolving conflict, here's mine.
This is the first shot I've worked a solid 5 hours on, from getting the outfit right, to the pose, to the prep work, to choosing the windlight and getting the sky and shadows just right, to the finishing touches, I spent forever perfecting it!
Abandonded hotel in Croatia - The Grand Hotel. Built in 1919 it was part of the "Army" resort of Kupari just south of Dubrovnik. The whole resort was looted and then phosphorus bombed during the Homeland War of Independence and has been abandonded ever since.
Description in English, Dutch and German
Mr. Monster, the famous adventurous traveler from Rotterdam with Indian roots, had fled his house due to a conflict with his former Dutch neighbours. Were his neighbors really that bad or was he slowly becoming psychotic and was their violent behaviour only in his mind? He needed a break. On a cloudy summer day in August he was walking next to an impressive bridge in Regensburg. The bridge, known as the Stone Bridge of Regensburg, was built in the year 1135 and is considered one of the oldest bridges in the world still standing. This bridge was built with a mixture of limestone and sandstone and was supported by several large arches. It originally had two towers at the end, but only one remains today. The bridge connected the two banks of the Danube and was a crucial part of the old Imperial Road. Mr. Monster stopped and admired the view of the old bridge. He could see the colourful houses on the opposite bank, and the special cloud formation made him dream away. He continued walking, and the old bridge was a reminder of the tumultuous history of the city. Regensburg, known as the oldest city in Germany, had been founded by the Romans in 179 and had been under the rule of the Hapsburgs and the Bavarians. He stopped at the end of the bridge and looked at the river, reflecting on his journey. He had experienced so much since he had left his home in Rotterdam, and he was ready to continue his adventures. As he walked away, Mr. Monster was filled with a sense of excitement. His journey had only just begun, and he was eager to see what else the world had to offer. Suddenly his face turns pale and he looks back. Mr. Monster hears a deep male voice talking. He recognizes it immediately. It is the voice of his violent neighbor from the Netherlands. He grabs his head with both hands and...... To be continued.
Nederlands
Mr. Monster, de beroemde avontuurlijke Nederlander van Indiase afkomst, was zijn huis tijdelijk ontvlucht vanwege een langslepend conflict met zijn Nederlandse buren. Waren de buren echt zo slecht of was hij psychotisch geworden. Het was goed om er even tussenuit te gaan. Hij had inmiddels al veel mooie steden en dorpen gezien in het land van bier, braadworst en schlagermuziek tot hij op deze zomerdag aan kwam in Regensburg in het Duitse Beieren. Al snel naderde hij een imposante brug in het centrum van de stad. De brug, bekend als de oude stenen brug van Regensburg, werd gebouwd in het jaar 1135 en wordt beschouwd als een van de oudste nog bestaande bruggen ter wereld. Deze brug is gebouwd met een mengsel van kalksteen en zandsteen. Het wordt ondersteund door verschillende grote bogen. Het had oorspronkelijk twee torens aan het einde, maar er is er nog maar één over. De brug verbond de twee oevers van de Donau en was een cruciaal onderdeel van de oude keizerlijke weg. Mr. Monster stopte en bewonderde het uitzicht op de oude brug. Hij zag de kleurrijke huizen aan de overkant en de bijzondere wolkenformatie in de lucht deed hem wegdromen. Hij liep verder en het werd hem duidelijk dat de oude brug een herinnering was aan de tumultueuze geschiedenis van de stad. Regensburg, bekend als de oudste stad van Duitsland, was in 179 gesticht door de Romeinen en stond later onder de heerschappij van de Habsburgers en ook nog enkele Beierse heersers. Hij stopte aan het einde van de brug en keek naar de rivier, nadenkend over zijn reis. Hij had zoveel meegemaakt sinds hij zijn huis in Rotterdam had verlaten en was vastberaden om zijn avonturen voort te zetten. Terwijl hij wegliep, werd hij vervuld van opwinding. Zijn reis was nog maar net begonnen en hij wilde graag zien wat europa nog meer te bieden had.
Deutsch
Herr. Monster, der berühmt-berüchtigte abenteuerlustige Niederländer von indischer Herkunft, war aufgrund eines langanhaltenden Konflikts mit seinen niederländischen Nachbarn vorübergehend aus seiner Heimat geflohen. Waren die Nachbarn wirklich so schlimm oder war er psychotisch geworden? Es tat gut, dem Alltag zu entfliehen. Er hatte bereits viele schöne Städte und Dörfer im Land des Bieres, der Bratwurst und der Schlagermusik gesehen, bis er an diesem Sommertag im bayerischen Regensburg ankam. Bald näherte er sich einer imposanten Brücke im Zentrum der Stadt. Die als Alte Steinerne Brücke von Regensburg bekannte Brücke wurde im Jahr 1135 erbaut und gilt als eine der ältesten erhaltenen Brücken der Welt. Diese Brücke besteht aus einer Mischung aus Kalkstein und Sandstein. Es wird von mehreren großen Bögen getragen. Ursprünglich hatte es am Ende zwei Türme, von denen jedoch nur noch einer übrig ist. Die Brücke verband die beiden Donauufer und war ein wichtiger Teil der alten Reichsstraße. Herr. Monster blieb stehen und bewunderte die Aussicht auf die alte Brücke. Er sah die bunten Häuser auf der anderen Seite und die besondere Wolkenformation am Himmel ließ ihn träumen. Als er weiterging, wurde ihm klar, dass die alte Brücke eine Erinnerung an die turbulente Geschichte der Stadt war. Regensburg, bekannt als die älteste Stadt Deutschlands, wurde 179 von den Römern gegründet und kam später unter die Herrschaft der Habsburger und auch einiger bayerischer Herrscher. Am Ende der Brücke blieb er stehen, schaute auf den Fluss und dachte über seine Reise nach. Seit er sein Zuhause in Rotterdam verlassen hatte, hatte er so viel durchgemacht und war entschlossen, seine Abenteuer fortzusetzen. Als er wegging, war er voller Aufregung. Seine Reise hatte gerade erst begonnen und er war gespannt, was Europa sonst noch zu bieten hatte.
spent a long time watching these bobbing there heads at one another eventially having a quick coming together
This is an image photographed by my friend Michael Williams and I thought unusual enough to be displayed. After looking at many images in this sequence, this knock down drag out conflict was obviously about dominance with mating as the end result. You have to admire the way their feathers bristle showing their high state of excitement.
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CSX H761-20 is northbound through Perrysburg as it rounds the curve approaching CP Perry through the mid-morning remnants over an overnight snowfall that left freshly greening Spring trees flocked with white. Perrysburg, OH 4/21/21
Boy & Erik Stappaerts, 2 Conflict Paintings + Color Method in 7 Layers, in Koninklijk Museum voor Schone Kunsten Antwerpen
From time to time I go back to my Central Asia pictures. I still have so many nice shots from that wonderful journey that I made in 2019. This image was taken in Baku at the Heydar Aliyev Cultural Center. An impressive piece of architecture.
I also have a nice panorama of this building, but I chose this one since it shows the contrast between modern day life in big cities and the natural environment that is every where under big pressure of our ever growing human population.
In my travels I have seen so much destruction that I am very pessimistic about the future of mankind. Our ever growing hunger for metals will demolish large parts of the world, and that is only one of the many threats to the natural environment, that world that I really love.
20 September 2019 I came back from my journey over a part of the Silk Road to and through Central Asia. 4 months of traveling through 14 countries (Germany, Austria, Hungary, Romania, Turkey, Georgia, Azerbaijan, Kazakhstan, Kirgizstan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Iran) before I flew home from Teheran. An impressive journey in countries that are extremely beautiful, with lovely and welcoming people and diverse cultures and history.
Intense traveling with more than 20000 kilometers in our mobile home on sometimes roads that hardly could be called that way. We saw many villages and cities (some wonderful, others very ugly), countries that are transforming from the old Soviet era into something more related to older cultures and the way people live, often funded by oil readily available around the Caspian sea. We saw the amazing mountains south of the Black Sea, the wonderful Caucasus, and the high mountains in the far east close to China with peaks over 7000 meter, and not to forget the (Bulgarian) Alps!
We crossed the great steppe of Kazakhstan. a drive of at least 5000 km, the remnants of lake Aral, once one of the biggest lakes of the world, saw a rocket launch from Baikonur (this little part is Russian owned), we crossed many high mountains passes, and drove the breathtaking canyon that comes from the Pamir, beginning at ca 4500 meter, and going down for ca. 400km to an altitude of 1300 meter, driving for 100's of kilometers along the Afghan border.
And then the numerous lakes with all sorts of different colors from deep cobalt blue to turquoise, and one rare spectacle in Turkmenistan where a gas crater is burning already for more than 40 years. And finally and certainly not the least to mention an enormous amount of wonderful, hospitable and welcoming people. The woman often dressed in wonderful dresses, and bringing a lot of color in the streets of almost of all countries we visited.
Appearance can "say a lot" in this case "DON'T MESS WITH ME".
However - a quiet peaceful moment on Remembrance Sunday. Many of us have associations with friends or loved ones that served or died in conflicts.
Taunton, Somerset, UK.
When you live in a crowded neighborhood, you have seem conflicts with your neighbors...here are two examples from St Augustine Rookery. One frame.
With no confliction I summon the dark ones 👿
I DEMAND you with vengeance - Come to me you fucking demons and beasts…. I am not afraid, you cannot hurt me, you cannot break what is already broken! I am ready, eagerly here waiting for your arrival, bowing gracefully in your presence welcoming and greeting you with open arms honoring my commitment, offering myself freely without resistance so do as you must - UNRESTRAINED
Torment my disdain soul, taunt my spirit and demented mind as I am a sinner for I could not protect nor save him.... Thirstily torture me with lustful sadistic desires – Suspend me with chains and hooks through my skull, ears, eyes, nose, cheeks and dermis...
Lacerate, stab, beat, choke, bite, scratch, pick, gouge, lash, feed off and burn blistering my organic flesh leaving only bone as the flaming lipids drip quenching Gaîa as I deserve it then dribble toxic corrosive cocktails from your mouth into my open wounds off your tongue…. Watch me in delight as I wallow in my hallucinations, delusions, distortions, noise, insanity and numbness contemplating while drowning in my failures…. I can take it, I will OWN it, you will not see me quiver nor flinch.... I will unconditionally beseech for more each and every time you swipe inflicting on me OVER and OVER and OVER again
Swipe taking your best shots with full force and no holding back as I will come searching for, hunting you in the dark whispers of a celestial night standing in the shadows at the very gates of hell where I announce my presence with wailing GRROWWLLLZ while making my way through the labyrinth crawling on my bleeding cursed hands and knees dragging my persecuted feet in shame to the depths of your lair where time stands still for eternity unleashing my wrath.... Pinning you down into the deep gritty earth of consumed souls with my foot as I tare your fucking tail off with my bare hands shoving it down your throat feeding it to you whole, allowing you to breathe solely through your nostrils while taking in overwhelming contentment watching you wide eyed with dilated pupils as you gag, splatter and choke…. Slowly peeling the scales off your body one by one with my fingernails watching in amusement as they weep.... Using your horns as reins while chewing through your thoracic anatomy with clotted blood dribbling down my face, neck and all over my torso as my GRROWWLLLZ echo off the chamber walls and throughout the labyrinth while looking deep into your soul through the window of your besieged eyes begging me for redemption as I drink in sacrifice warm foaming blood with every last heartbeat from your squirting aorta punishing you for all my failures and sins if you fail your calling and duty
Revive me each time when I fade to die as there is no glory in death without a journey full of suffering and pain, I seek retribution and wish to have consciousness while relishing in your inflictions 🔪🔪🔪 upon me
GRROWWLLLZ
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It will be difficult for you to believe that this is one of the most militarized zone in the world ! Where two nuclear power nations are locked in decades old conflict ! Here in Gurez valley India - Pakistan looks eye ball to eye ball !
"Sirji you are within enemy range , they are watching your movement . After eight pm do not venture out , Ambush laaga hai !" Hand finds the cold of steel ; seeking vain reassurance !
"Every bullet has a name written on it ; if your name is there, it will find you ! We can retaliate but we can't save you Sirji !" Life is too fragile in conflict zone !
Craters of the Moon National Monument in Idaho is a tough place to photograph for me. The colors are there, but they're subtle. Contrast, if you're not careful (well, if I'm not careful) can get out of control pretty quickly.
I was excited to visit again (this was my fourth or fifth time), but was mixed about photographing it. I haven't developed most of the photos from that time, but here is one of them.
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'Confliction'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Film: Kodak Tri-X at 1600
Process: HC-110B; 16min
Idaho
July 2025