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Borth, Ceredigion, Wales, UK - my tripod snapped just before I took this picture so I had to carefully balance the broken leg and hope that my camera did not fall!
Parts of the river Irrawaddy in Myanmar get silted up and become too shallow for boats. Consequently boats use long marked sticks to test for depth and provide suitable channels for the boats.
Over breakfast, she glanced at the headlines—this morning it was about the assassination of Charlie Kirk, a high-profile political figure who was fatally shot during a speaking event. In the photo, she’s seated by a window, hands clasped, eyes lifted—caught in a moment between the present and reflection. The light spilling in through the glass softens the scene: it’s not anger or shock exactly, but something quieter — pondering, absorbing, maybe unsettled. The patterned tabletop beneath her suggests that even in “ordinary” life, the weight of big events presses in.
When I took this shot, my first thought was black & white. Play with the textures, the contrasts, delve into the monochrome dream. But the more I thought about it, the more colour I saw. The green shoots, the subtle remains of autumn hues now mostly turned to grey, the shades of brown decay colouring the reflections partially lit by the sunlight. It reminded me that nature paints its own colours and sometimes we can too easily abstract away from that to derive meaning, possibly because there is no meaning or it is too vague to coerce into a scene that tells a tale. That isn't to say we shouldn't, but it is nice to be reminded of the subtleties that colour brings to our lives.
This image is probably one of the most personal, and visually meaningful, images I've ever posted.
A perfect storm of stress, depression, illness and a severe lack of sleep over a period of several weeks culminated in putting my head into one of the scariest places it's ever been in, and appropriately enough whilst on a 3 day holiday sabbatical in the mountains of Snowdonia last week. They were 3 days I hope I never have to experience the like of which again. The sense of isolation, of disjointedness from the world around me, of not even being sure who I was anymore was emotionally and mentally excruciating. The nights were the worst, unable to sleep I experienced the full depth of myself while at the same time feeling so terrifyingly distant from everything in existence. Identity and reality fractured, insanity beckoned…
Strangely enough, as much as it scared me, it was finding my depth that was my saviour, that and the love of a woman who reached down into my personal hell, gently pulled me out and helped me see the light again, inner and outer. If she hadn't been there to listen to my ramblings, my fears, and to comfort me in the darkest moments, I dread to think what the consequences for my mental health would have been.
I've thought long and hard about revealing such a personal experience here on flickr, but ultimately I'm willingly to do so if it helps just one person going through something similar to take a risk and reach out and talk to someone they trust implicitly, and maybe you who read this with a sound mind could extend a hand to someone who you know is going through their own personal hell and be the spar they cling onto in their storm tossed ocean, and slowly but surely carry them back to the safety of the shore. Don't worry, you don't have to come up with answers to their issues, it's enough to lend an ear to their fears. I tried to deal it with by myself but badly crashed and burned. I kept quiet because of pride, fear and the belief that no one could help me. They can. Find that person you trust, and talk, talk like there's no tomorrow, don't leave it until you're hanging on by your fingernails like I did.
This is a picture of a weathered wooden board. It was taken at a very flatt angle with a 100mm macro lens at close distance and wide open.
Canon EF 2,8/100 L Macro IS + MC-11
A short wander up the road enabled this shot of the Carlisle to Chirk logs to be taken at Appleside, 60085 providing the oomph.
"Depth of Fall:" As I stood overlooking the deep pool of water below at the spot from which many swimmers jumped over the past summer, I pondered the juxtaposition of the dual meaning of the word 'fall' -- both as a season filled with temporary but beautiful colors as well as the act of dropping into this liquid abyss with depths unknown to me. Given the cold temperatures when I visited, I opted to enjoy only the first interpretation! I hope you enjoy. (Wet Beaver Creek, AZ)
Compositionally Challenged
The Brief 9. Depth:
Utilize forced perspective by capturing a receding line of objects like street lamps or buildings, creating the illusion of depth in the frame.
Hastings on a wet Monday morning.
I shot this to show how narrow depth of field can be. This was taken with a 70-300 lens, set at 300mm at ƒ7.1. Image distance was about 5 feet. As you can see depth of sharpness is limited to not more than 2-3 inches.
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