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As we headed back to the car past the gardens in central Holmfirth, I just caught sight of this chap through the trees, with his can of beer, sat enjoying the last rays of the teatime sunshine
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Pim Geerts
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Pim Geerts
I often wonder what people are thinking about as they slowly walk through puddles or just kick the sand. Maybe it's just what a wonderful world this is?
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Image from a preview of the exhibition Contemplating the Void at the Guggenheim in New York.
Artist/Architect: Torafu Architects
I can't tell if he was a surfer trying to gauge the waves, or a pervert watching the female surfers. Either way, I like the photo.
Another hot, hazy and sticky day ... Sitting outside his home in the early morning contemplating life. Taken in a narrow lane off Yuyuan road in Shanghai.
A "Blue Jeans" Poison Dart frog considers crossing the abyss.
I'd never realized just how tiny they are. They are not easy to spot.
Caught in a quiet moment, this visitor seemed to be having a silent conversation with the past, right there amidst the crumbling stones. It's these human touches that bring life to the history around us, isn't it? Standing there, with the clouds sailing overhead and the valley stretching out, it felt like we were all just passing through, leaving our whispers in the winds of time.