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“Whereabouts are you?”
“I’m just passing through Hayle on the way to Godrevy.”
“I’m on my way. Look out for a big red van.”
That thing that I had been expecting to do had just dissolved away into thin air, and suddenly the afternoon ahead of me was free. Lloyd was halfway through his autumn visit to Cornwall, and I’d suspected his target for this very damp Tuesday afternoon was the one I spend so much time at – the one eleven and a half miles down the road. Within ten minutes of the phone call, the van was loaded with camera gear, tea bags, milk and water and I was on the way to Godrevy for our second outing together that week. The rain lashed relentlessly against the windscreen, but let’s be positive about this. Brenda’s sunroofs are watertight and while the windscreen wipers work perfectly well at full bore, the intermittent option has never functioned since she came into our lives. Good old Cornish mizzle is a pain when I’m driving her, but in proper rain the wipers do the job they’re supposed to. And this was proper rain doubled, squared and then doubled again for good measure.
By the time I arrived at the National Trust car park, the heavy rain had turned into a ten thousand metre high waterfall direct from the heavens onto Brenda’s roof. You have two options here outside high summer. Either you can bank what you already have and pull up in the main car park, or you can gamble and try the twelve spaces along the single track road towards the big field – the big field that’s always closed when Cornwall isn't rammed solid with holidaymakers. Those twelve coveted spaces offer a much shorter hike to the lighthouse. I gambled and failed. All of the parking spaces was filled with vehicles of varying sizes, each of them sheltering morose looking occupants from the vicious squall that seemed as if it might be with us forever. And so in ignominious fashion I reversed and crawled forward and reversed and crawled forward however many times it needed for me to point her in the opposite direction, until we could trundle back to the banker’s position. I tried to get out and start walking, but another fierce volley sent me back to Brenda’s warm cab before I’d even reached for the camera bag. From there I phoned one of the morose occupants up in the hallowed twelve spaces, and said I’d sit out the squall before joining him. And so the hard rain continued for some time.
Eventually, as the deluge began to ease, a message came through advising me that a couple of spaces had been vacated. Of course this didn’t mean they’d still be empty by the time I got there, but I hadn’t noticed anyone else drive in that direction for a while, and so I tried again, fully aware of the fact that if I were successful, part of the bargain would be that I’d need to neatly reverse more than six metres of van into a space that it would fill rather more entirely than any of the other vehicles parked there. So nobody was more surprised than myself when I produced a perfect display of parking in front of the no doubt terrified drivers on either side of me. Now I was one of the lucky morose twelve. Lloyd’s car was parked two spaces to the left of me. Quite what any of us felt we could gain from being here in these conditions I’m really not sure.
Although it was still raining, things were now at least manageable, and we decided to brave the elements, heading for the clifftop shelf where we’d last sat together on a sunny April evening earlier in the year. And with as many waterproof garments as we could muster, we slipped and slithered over wet rock as we settled onto stony seats, fifty feet above a frothing sea where grey seals frolicked for fun. For an hour or so, we took long exposures as the worst of the weather remained at sea, sheets of rain advancing over St Ives Bay beneath saturnine clouds that filled the sky with deep blue bruises. Terrible weather so often produces fantastic light if you’re prepared to sit and suffer for a while. It didn’t let us down here either, as for a moment around sunset, soft colours light the horizon.
And then Andy joined us. For a moment we thought it might be a flying visit. Quite literally, as we imagined him sliding along the shelf and straight over the edge, but then again, Andy is Cornish born and bred, and knows these rocks even better than I do. Despite almost bumping into each other more than once recently, it was the first time I’d met Andy, a man who relies entirely on his iPhone and apps that create long exposure images from hundreds or even thousands of individual frames. You’ll have to ask Lloyd if you need to know more. But if you see a man wearing shorts (whatever the time of year), and bearing a red tripod with a phone mounted on it, that’s Andy. He’s all over Vero, but not Flickr I’m afraid. I’ve tried to persuade him.
Not long after the third member of our gang had arrived, darkness also decided to make an appearance – along with another heavy drenching from the skies. As we slipped back to the clifftop, and trotted the half mile back to our vehicles, the soaking was intense, and I cursed my failure to remember my waterproof trousers. But there are two great things about campervans in weather like this. One is a diesel heater that warms the space in minutes, and the other is what you can produce with tea bags, milk and water – with the aid of the onboard kettle and gas stove of course. You can't beat a brew to chase away the Stormy Tuesday Blues.
the pavement was wet, the air thick with the scent of rain. in the puddle, a figure stood—blurry, dark, almost vanishing. clouds drifted in its chest, light pierced through its shoulder. a reflection, or maybe something else. footsteps faded, but the shadow lingered. parc sa riera, palma de mallorca.
Excerpt from Wikipedia:
The Norstedt Building (Swedish: Norstedtshuset) is the main office of P.A. Norstedt & Söner AB on Riddarholmen in Stockholm, Sweden.
Designed by Magnus Isæus the building was built in 1882–1891, and features a spire-like roof, which is a well-known silhouette on the skyline of central Stockholm.[1] The Vasabron Bridge passes in front of the building and Gamla Riksarkivet ("Old National Archive") lies south of it.
Riddarholmen Church (Swedish: Riddarholmskyrkan) is the church of the former medieval Greyfriars Monastery in Stockholm, Sweden. The church serves as the final resting place of most Swedish monarchs.
Riddarholmen Church is located on the island of Riddarholmen, close to the Royal Palace in Stockholm, Sweden. The congregation was dissolved in 1807 and today the church is used only for burial and commemorative purposes. Swedish monarchs from Gustavus Adolphus (d. 1632 AD) to Gustaf V (d. 1950) are entombed here (with only one exception: Queen Christina who is buried within St. Peter's Basilica in Rome), as well as the earlier monarchs Magnus III (d. 1290) and Charles VIII (d. 1470). It has been discontinued as a royal burial site in favor of the Royal Cemetery and today is run by departments of the Swedish Government and Royal Court.
It is one of the oldest buildings in Stockholm, parts of it dating to the late-13th century, when it was built as a greyfriars monastery. After the Protestant Reformation, the monastery was closed and the building became a Lutheran church. A spire designed by Flemish architect Willem Boy (1520–1592) was added during the reign of John III, but it was destroyed by a lightning strike on July 28, 1835, after which it was replaced with the present cast-iron spire.
Coats of arms of knights of the Royal Order of the Seraphim are on the walls of the church. When a knight of the Order dies, his coat of arms is hung in the church and when the funeral takes place the church's bells are rung without pause from 12:00 to 13:00.
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the countdown of a winter atmospheric depression; nice panorama on the clouds evolution and disappearance;
shoted in Cari, Val Leventina, Swiss
When it leaves the western sky
And night dissolves again 'til morning
The moon is in your eyes...
foto base tirada de dentro do carro em direção a amargosa/Elisio no Sao joão.. ja faz um tempinho e mais photoshop ;D
The Flamingo
Gregory Scott
In The Flamingo, Gregory Scott captures the fleeting elegance of a figure barely held together—an avian echo rendered in wisps of wire, suspended in a storm of molten color. The piece invites viewers to question where form ends and feeling begins. Vivid yellows, searing reds, and electric greens spiral like emotional weather, swirling around a skeletal silhouette that somehow remains poised, balanced, and strange.
The flamingo—long a symbol of beauty, awkward grace, and exotic wonder—is stripped to its emotional core here. It becomes not just a bird, but a cipher: a fragile structure standing upright in chaos. Through this tension between fluid energy and tentative form, Gregory Scott channels a raw expressive force that transforms whimsy into power, and abstraction into allegory.
This is not a painting of a flamingo. It is the memory of one, mid-dream, dissolving into color.
Glass mugs are great for this sort of thing!! I tried various different photos with teabags and coffee granules. I was hoping to get a nice one of the teapot's spout with a drip, but my efforts on that front weren't very successful. So this is a photo taken from a slightly low perspective, looking up through the side of a glass mug at coffee granules on the surface, slowly dissolving and sinking into the boiling water.
📍 Nom officiel : Phare de l’Armandèche
🌍 Location: La Chaume, district of Les Sables-d’Olonne, Vendée (85), France 🇫🇷
📐 Architect: Maurice DURAND (1892–1978)
️ Construction period: 1968–1969
️ Commissioned: June 6, 1969
🔧 Status: Last traditional lighthouse built on the French mainland 🗼
📏 Technical Specifications
📏 Total height: 38 meters (from ground to top of lantern)
🌊 Height above sea level (focal height): 42 meters
Material: Reinforced concrete, painted white
🎨 Color scheme: White tower ️ with red lantern 🔴
Shape: Pyramidal tower with square base, slightly inclined rear face
🚫 Public access: Closed to the public (non-visitable)
On an autumn morning, just before the sun rises,
the moon aligns perfectly above the last lighthouse ever built in France.
Its red dome receives the light of night, as the sky dissolves into soft pastels —
lavender, pale pink, sea blue. The tower holds the horizon like a monument to stillness. 🌈⚓
Captured with a Nikon D800E, 70mm, ƒ/8.0, 1/400s, ISO 3200.
High-resolution file. Cropped for vertical format.
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2 Peter 3:12 “Looking for and hasting unto the coming of the day of God, wherein the heavens being on fire shall be dissolved, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat?”
Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument, New Mexico.
Every layers are made by volcanic eruptions spewing gas, broken rock, lava and ash. As layer upon layer was deposited, the material hardened, fused by heat and pressure or cemented by materials in groundwater to form the rock type which is called tuff.
Tuff rock is not tough, in million years, water the powerful agent dissolves minerals, fractures rock and sculpts its walls.
Some of the tents have "cap rocks" large hard boulders that protect tuff below.
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Geschubde inktzwam
Coprinus comatus, the shaggy ink cap, lawyer's wig, or shaggy mane, is a common fungus often seen growing on lawns, along gravel roads and waste areas. The young fruit bodies first appear as white cylinders emerging from the ground, then the bell-shaped caps open out. The caps are white, and covered with scales—this is the origin of the common names of the fungus. The gills beneath the cap are white, then pink, then turn black and secrete a black liquid filled with spores (hence the “ink cap” name). This mushroom is unusual because it will turn black and dissolve itself in a matter of hours after being picked or depositing spores.
When young it is an excellent edible mushroom provided that it is eaten soon after being collected (it keeps very badly because of the autodigestion of its gills and cap). If long-term storage is desired, microwaving, sauteing or simmering until limp will allow the mushrooms to be stored in a refrigerator for several days or frozen. Also, placing the mushrooms in a glass of ice water will delay the decomposition for a day or two so that one has time to incorporate them into a meal. Processing or icing must be done whether for eating or storage within four to six hours of harvest to prevent undesirable changes to the mushroom. The species is cultivated in China as food. The mushroom can sometimes be confused with the magpie fungus which is poisonous.
Christian charity seeks to realize oneness with the other “in Christ.” Buddhist compassion seeks to heal the brokenness of division and illusion and to find wholeness not in an abstract metaphysical “one” or even a pantheist immanentism but in Nirvana—the void which is Absolute Reality and Absolute Love. In either case the highest illumination of love is an explosion of the power of Love’s evidence in which all the psychological limits of an “experiencing” subject are dissolved, and what remains is the transcendent clarity of love itself, realized in the ego-less subject in a mystery beyond comprehension.
-Thomas Merton, Zen and the Birds of Appetite, pg 86-87
all i need
a hug, you leaning
into me and loving
the time.
this is all
a beautiful sign
like angels ushering
the triumphal entry
of god dying for us
or of butterflies
entering the banquet hall
of anther and filament
announcing feasts
of regeneration.
Or,
of, literally,
wrapping arms around
a dog on a cool
fall evening.
something insidious
and bitter is
stripped away
in this moment
in this embrace.
Keeping to a theme of distorted or dissolving architectures that provide a metaphor for the dissolution of rational constructs that no longer serve. My previous image cited the Major Arcana Tarot Card, The Tower, as a psychological metaphor for the coming down of a mental or psychic construct that is deemed as nothing but a hindrance in current circumstances. Here I reference that again but add to that the growing critique of the notion of modern, capitalist, exploitative progress at the expense of all else. The notion of limitless growth and limitless profit is patently ridiculous. Such growth, as I think we'll see in our lifetimes, will simply have to stop. It cannot be sustained. And again, this is not so much about radical changes to the outward world we know, but a radicalization of the thinking that creates it.
Collection of Gary Taylor, Toronto.
Part of the "Hypothetical Awards" Group's "Annual Urban Art" Challenge, HUGE thanks to Mel Cabeen for the invitation to it.
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Europe, The Netherlands, Zuid Holland, Rotterdam, Kop van Zuid, Rijnhaven, Mist, Wilhelminapier, High-rises (slightly cut)
The Rijnhaven metro station made for an excellent vantage point, with the former Rijnhaven turning into a park and the high rises of the Wilhelminepier partly dissolving in the mist.
This is number 378 of Rotterdam harbour & Industry and 26 of Rijnhaven redevelopment
On the spectacular mountain trail to the Pico Ruivo we look back to the Pico de Arieiro with the dome of the observatory. There begins this unique tour, which should only be done in stable weather conditions. We were lucky - it is a beautiful sight when the clouds rise from the valley and dissolve there.
- Absolutely view in big, then you can see the path on the edge below the dome -
Auf dem spektakülären Höhenweg zum Pico Ruivo blicken wir zurück zum Pico de Arieiro mit der Kuppel des Observatoriums. Dort beginnt diese einzigartige Tour, die nur bei stabiler Wetterlage gemacht werden sollte. Wir hatten das Glück -es ist ein herrlicher Anblick, wenn aus dem Tal die Wolken nach oben wallen und sich dort auflösen.
- Unbedingt in groß ansehen, dann erkennt man den Pfad auf dem Grat unterhalb der Kuppel -
It's been said that in order to 'make it' in New York, one has to find a way to create a very unique and immediately recognizable identity, a kind of impressive "branding" of self. This is seen in particular in the arts and underground worlds, alternative culture, which New York is also famous for.
Here the almost completely dissolved face portrays the failure, perhaps, of achieving identity and recognition in a city so large that sometimes extreme behaviours and personas are the only way to survive and flourish in the massive caverns of indifference.
Like many of these New York images, windows are involved. What's behind them and what's reflected in them. This creates a rich potential of possibilities and layering. This was shot in a shop window in the Rockefeller Centre, just off 5th Avenue.
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Music Link: "Funnel of Love" - SQURL ( Film Director, Jim Jarmusch's band ), from the soundtrack to his film, "Only Lovers Left Alive". This is the opening sequence when we get our first and fantastic look at the two protagonists of this most incredible of love stories.
Jarmusch chose to make his main characters vampires who no longer kill to live, who've grown very erudite and cultured, and who've been in love ... for centuries. He did this in order to ask questions about the nature of love, it's longevity and what it means to be committed to another being. How would a deeply loving relationship be .... if it lasted centuries or millennia, he asks?
The song itself questions identity and sureness of being, like the lovers in the story. It's brash, odd, even rough texture seemed to suit the image, itself in identity crisis.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SB2vyZgOK-A
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© Richard S Warner ( Visionheart ) - 2015. All Rights Reserved. This image is not for use in any form without explicit, express, written permission.
La Ceja , Antioquia, Colombia , 2,300 meters above sea level.
Altinote ozomene (Godart's Altinote / Mariposa hada)
Godart's Altinote occurs in the Andean region of Colombia and Ecuador, in cloudforest habitats, at elevations between 630 - 3300 m. Males commonly bask on unsurfaced roads, where they imbibe dissolved minerals from the damp ground.
Altinote ozomene can easily be recognised by the strong blue sheen and the red-yellow patches at the base of the forewings. There are 6 subspecies found variously from Mexico to Bolivia.
Source:
Comfenalco Antioquia; Mariposario de Piedras Blancas.
Head: LeLutka - Aida
Skin: Glam Affair - Aida
Hair: tram H0906 hair
Lights: FAKEICON / csillag led lights
Eyeshadow: Izzie's - VIP Group Gift December 2018 (Winter Glam Eyeshadow)
Tune: Dissolved Girl - Massive Attack
Beautiful and clear water spills into those small natural pools. The rocks are made of granite that doesn't dissolve in water. This is the reason why the creek remains so clear.
Klares Wasser sprudelt in diese natürlichen Becken. Dank des harten und nicht wasserlöslichen Granits bleibt das Wasser stets sauber und klar.
going back to the beginning of time, dissolving into the nothingness and returning to my true nature...
The Abbey Church of Saint Peter & Saint Paul
Originally an Augustinian Abbey founded in 1138 it was dissolved in the first phase of Henry VIII's suppression of the monasteries in 1536 and converted into the towns parish church. The church retains much of its Norman architecture.
The small market town of Bourne is located in south Lincolnshire on the main road between Lincoln and Peterborough.