In marble mist where Yamuna flows,

A love was carved in moonlit glow,

For Mumtaz, lost to fate’s cruel hand,

He built a dream on silver sand.

They say he dreamed a mirrored twin,

A Black Taj where the night begins,

Across the river, dark and still,

To house his soul in death’s own chill.

Some whisper hands were sliced and sealed,

So none could shape what love revealed,

Though truth may sleep beneath that lie,

The tale endures, it will not die.

In shadowed vaults and buried stone,

Are secrets hushed, forever lone,

They speak of rooms that none may see,

And treasures locked in mystery.

An artist’s name from lands afar,

A foreign hand beneath the star,

But Eastern hearts and Persian flame

Have signed this tomb with Shah Jahan’s name.

A father's grief, a prisoned king,

Once ruled the world, now pondering

The domed white tomb his sorrows made,

From Agra Fort he watched it fade.

And still it breathes through dawn and dusk,

In hues of rose and golden musk,

As if her spirit walks the stone,

So love would never die alone.

This atmospheric image captures a metal staircase inside the Peenemünde power station, once a key part of the V1 and V2 rocket production during World War II. The cold, blue-tinted lighting and industrial setting evoke a sense of history, mystery, and the weight of the past. The illuminated window at the top of the stairs symbolizes both an exit from the darkness and a glimpse into history’s complex legacy.

The cobblestone streets of Brussels hold the quiet charm of a city that breathes history. Every corner reveals a piece of the past, with buildings that have witnessed centuries of change but remain as pillars of tradition and culture. Walking through these streets is like stepping into a time where architecture speaks, and the ground tells stories of old markets, artists, and gatherings that shaped Belgian identity.

Brussels, known for its blend of French and Flemish influences, preserves this essence in its alleys and hidden squares. The glow of cobblestones after a rainy night or the soft sound of footsteps echoing at dusk creates a unique atmosphere – melancholic yet warm.

These streets are not just pathways; they are living memories intertwined with the present. In Brussels, even the smallest alleyway seems to whisper that the past is never as far away as it seems.

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I am not Iban by heritage, but the longhouse has long been woven into the fabric of my childhood. I never lived in one, yet I grew up with its presence—playing in its corridors, watching life unfold beneath its towering stilts, and soaking in its warmth and rhythm during visits to nearby Dayak communities. For me, the longhouse was more than a structure; it was a living memory—a backdrop to laughter, discovery, and cultural richness.

Now, decades later, I return as a visitor—not just to a place, but to a feeling that never truly left me.

“The Iban Longhouse Soul” is a merged image, carefully crafted in Lightroom using two separate exposures. One captures me in stillness—contemplative, present—while the other is a motion-blurred echo of myself, walking through the very same space. This layering of images reflects the layers of time within me: the adult revisiting a place that once held the child, the present walking through the corridors of memory.

The blurred figure represents the soul in motion—a longing spirit caught between past and present, drawn to the familiarity of woven mats, vibrant buntings, and the hanging ornaments that still breathe tradition into the wooden beams of the Iban longhouse.

Though these longhouses are becoming part of history, fading into stories and photographs, they remain alive in the memories of those who once walked their length—even if only as children.

This photo is not just documentation; it is remembrance. It is my quiet tribute to the soul of the longhouse, and the soul it left in me.

The passengers boarded with excitement, exchanging warm smiles and easy laughter, unaware that they were stepping into their final journey. It was just a short sightseeing tour—an afternoon escape, a chance to marvel at the world from above before returning to the lives waiting for them below. Loved ones had waved them off without a second thought, promising to hear all about the adventure when they returned. None of them knew that this was their last goodbye. As the plane lifted, the sky opened wide before them, and for a brief, breathtaking hour, they lived fully—wrapped in wonder, carried by awe, believing in the certainty of tomorrow.

But life doesn’t offer certainty. It doesn’t whisper warnings or give us the chance to hold on just a little longer. It simply gives us now, asking only that we embrace it before it fades. And in that final flight, they did. They soaked in every sight, every laugh, every quiet moment suspended in the air. They lived in the beauty of now, unaware that it was all they had, unaware that the people they left behind would never get to hear their stories, never get to say one last, lingering farewell. Because in the end, life is not about what comes next—it’s about cherishing what is here, while it’s still ours to hold.

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The Mogollon people lived in these stone-walled structures, built within caves on the side of a cliff, during the late 1200's. In the winter, these dwellings feature passive solar heating from low-angled direct sunlight warming the exterior walls. In summer, they remain in the cool shade - Gila Cliff Dwellings National Monument, New Mexico

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Black-and-white (B&W) photography holds a special place in the world of art and photography for several reasons:

1. Timelessness

B&W images have a classic, timeless quality that often feels less bound to a specific era than color photography. They evoke a sense of nostalgia, often reminding viewers of early photographic processes or iconic historic moments captured in monochrome.

2. Focus on Composition and Contrast

Without the distraction of color, the eye is drawn to the composition of the image—its shapes, lines, textures, and contrast between light and shadow. The absence of color often enhances the viewer’s focus on the form and structure within the frame, allowing subtle details to come forward.

3. Mood and Emotion

B&W photography has a unique ability to evoke emotion, creating a more direct connection to the subject. Without color, the mood can feel more intense or dramatic. The simplicity of monochrome helps to communicate emotions in a raw, unfiltered way, making it ideal for powerful portraits or evocative landscapes.

4. Abstracting Reality

By removing color, B&W photos abstract the scene slightly from reality, making it easier to view the subject in a different light. This abstraction can make ordinary scenes feel more artistic or mysterious, encouraging viewers to think more deeply about the image.

5. Mastery of Light

Since black-and-white photography relies heavily on light and shadow, it requires photographers to master the interplay between them. This emphasis on light control often results in dramatic, high-contrast images that are visually striking.

6. Less Distracting

In some cases, color can distract the viewer from the primary subject of a photograph. B&W photography can strip away these distractions, allowing the viewer to focus on the subject, the message, or the atmosphere of the image.

7. Cultural and Historical Significance

B&W photography has been used to document significant historical events, art movements, and societal changes. It’s often associated with the golden age of photography (early-to-mid 20th century) and has been used by some of the greatest photographers in history, such as Ansel Adams, Henri Cartier-Bresson, and Dorothea Lange.

In a world full of color imagery, B&W photography stands out for its depth, simplicity, and ability to communicate powerful stories with minimal elements.

A close up view of White House ruin at Canyon de Chelly. The Navajo call this site, "Kinii' ni gai," meaning, "white house in between," referring to the white plastered walls of the room built in the alcove. Ancestral Puebloans built and occupied this cliff dwelling and ground level pueblo between CE 1060 and CE 1275.

- Canyon de Chelly National Monument, Arizona

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In the 1270's, the Mogollon People built these elaborate stone-walled structures in caves above cliff dweller creek. By the year 1300, the entire community abandoned this location and mysteriously vanished into history. It's likely they dispersed across the four corners region, possibly assimilating into other tribes.

- Gila Cliff Dwellings National Monument, New Mexico

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In the 1270's, the Mogollon People built these elaborate stone-walled structures in caves above cliff dweller creek. By the year 1300, the entire community abandoned this location and mysteriously vanished into history. It's likely they dispersed across the four corners region, possibly assimilating into other tribes.

- Gila Cliff Dwellings National Monument, New Mexico

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Da oltre cinque secoli, il grande baobab dell’isola di Kwale, vicino Zanzibar, veglia immobile sul tempo che scorre. Quando le sue radici affondavano appena nella terra salmastra, velieri arabi solcavano l’oceano, e mercanti di spezie si fermavano all’ombra dei suoi rami per cercare riparo dal sole. Forse un vecchio sultano di Kilwa vi sostò in silenzio, o un pescatore swahili lasciò accanto al tronco le reti bagnate, raccontando al figlio le leggende del mare. Passarono portoghesi, pirati, viaggiatori perduti. Alcuni piantarono tende, altri scrissero nomi ormai cancellati dal vento. Uomini di ogni lingua e pelle hanno incrociato questo gigante, e poi sono scomparsi, mentre l’albero continuava a crescere, in silenzio, custodendo i loro segreti tra le sue cicatrici, nei suoi anelli, nelle sue cavità profonde. Oggi, come allora, chi lo guarda sente che non è solo un albero: è un archivio vivente di memorie senza voce ma che vibra di storia antica

#BaobabKwale #ZanzibarMagic #StorieDelTempo #AncientTree #ViaggioNelTempo #TreeOfLife #BaobabMillenario #NatureWhispers #CustodeDelPassato #TimelessZanzibar

#AfricaSelvaggia #SacredTree #MemorieSilenziose #IslandLegend #ViaggiatoriDelMondo #BaobabStories #KwaleIsland #RadiciAntiche #ZanzibarVibes #EchoesOfThePast

Another close up view of White House ruin at Canyon de Chelly. The Navajo call this site, "Kinii' ni gai," meaning, "white house in between," referring to the white plastered walls of the room built in the alcove. Ancestral Puebloans built and occupied this cliff dwelling and ground level pueblo between CE 1060 and CE 1275.

- Canyon de Chelly National Monument, Arizona

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In the 1270's, the Mogollon People built these elaborate stone-walled structures in caves above cliff dweller creek. By the year 1300, the entire community abandoned this location and mysteriously vanished into history. It's likely they dispersed across the four corners region, possibly assimilating into other tribes.

- Gila Cliff Dwellings National Monument, New Mexico

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We are intensely alone as we do it and yet completely swallowed by something larger that enforces a sense of perspective and connectedness to the natural world. It’s an experience we yearn to repeat so we go searching for it again and again and we spend years sitting in the water waiting for these radiating lines to come in across the horizon.

In the 1270's, the Mogollon People built elaborate stone-walled structures in these caves above cliff dweller creek. By the year 1300, they abandoned this seemingly ideal location and mysteriously vanished into history. It's likely they dispersed across the four corners region, possibly assimilating into other tribes.

- Gila Cliff Dwellings National Monument, New Mexico

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The ancient people who lived here had a nice view out their window. They also had a front row seat to a volcanic eruption and were probably forced to leave whenever the ash and smoke got too thick.

Lomaki Pueblo is one of many settlement sites built by the Ancestral Puebloan people northeast of the San Fransisco Peaks near Flagstaff. This structure was occupied from approximately CE 1060 to CE 1225 at a time when the nearby Sunset Crater volcano was in an active phase. Despite the dangers of living near an active volcano, the ashfall from the eruptions enhanced the soil and improved the ancient people's ability to grow crops.

- Wupatki National Monument, Arizona

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Ancient ruins, volcanoes and snowy mountain peaks. The Box Canyon Ruins are one of many settlement sites built by the Ancestral Puebloan people northeast of the San Fransisco Peaks near Flagstaff. This structure was occupied from approximately CE 1065 to CE 1225 at a time when the nearby Sunset Crater volcano was in an active phase. Despite the dangers of living near an erupting volcano, the ashfall from the eruptions enhanced the soil and improved the ancient people's ability to grow crops.

- Wupatki National Monument, Arizona

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The Mogollon people lived in these stone-walled structures, built within caves on the side of a cliff, during the late 1200's. In the winter, these dwellings feature passive solar heating from low-angled direct sunlight warming the exterior walls. In summer, they remain in the cool shade - Gila Cliff Dwellings National Monument, New Mexico

Note: Photography under such intense and contrasting lighting conditions was a bit of a challenge. This image is a compromise.

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Ancient ruins, volcanoes and snowy mountain peaks. The Box Canyon Ruins are one of many settlement sites built by the Ancestral Puebloan people northeast of the San Fransisco Peaks near Flagstaff. This structure was occupied from approximately CE 1065 to CE 1225 at a time when the nearby Sunset Crater volcano was in an active phase. Despite the dangers of living near an erupting volcano, the ashfall from the eruptions enhanced the soil and improved the ancient people's ability to grow crops

- Wupatki National Monument, Arizona

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Once a thriving diamond mining town, Kolmanskop in Namibia now stands abandoned, slowly being reclaimed by the shifting desert sands. Sunlight filters through broken windows, casting eerie shadows over rooms where life once flourished but now only whispers of the past remain.

Seen at the Echoes of the Past day at Rougham Airfield near Bury St Edmunds.

Lomaki Pueblo is one of many settlement sites built by the Ancestral Puebloan people northeast of the San Fransisco Peaks near Flagstaff. This structure was occupied from approximately CE 1060 to CE 1225 at a time when the nearby Sunset Crater volcano was in an active phase. Despite the dangers of living near an active volcano, the ashfall from the eruptions enhanced the soil and improved the ancient people's ability to grow crops.

- Wupatki National Monument, Arizona

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Lomaki Pueblo is one of many settlement sites built by the Ancestral Puebloan people northeast of the San Fransisco Peaks near Flagstaff. This structure was occupied from approximately CE 1065 to CE 1225 at a time when the nearby Sunset Crater volcano was in an active phase. Despite the dangers of living near an erupting volcano, the ashfall from the eruptions enhanced the soil and improved the ancient people's ability to grow crops.

- Wupatki National Monument, Arizona

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In the heart of Namibia’s arid landscape stands a crumbling house, a silent relic of a bygone era. Surrounded by the endless desert, it tells a story of human ambition, struggle, and the ultimate surrender to nature’s relentless forces.

Visiting former RAF Lissett several years ago, the mess hall was still there, although the roof had began caving in. Within the mess was the old piano. Seeing this history, and imaging the bomber crews singing along to the music, one could feel the history, as if the Piano itself was trying to tell us something. The RAF base opened Feb 1943, and by wars end had flown 250 missions, lost 144 Aircraft with 851 airmen lost over Germany or operational accidents.

Moonrise over Wukoki Pueblo. Wukoki is one of many settlement sites built by the Ancestral Puebloan people northeast of the San Fransisco Peaks near Flagstaff. Their rock-walled structures beautifully fit the natural sandstone formations they are built on. Wukoki was occupied from approximately CE 1120 to CE 1210 at a time when the nearby Sunset Crater volcano was in an active phase. Despite the dangers of living near an erupting volcano, the ashfall from the eruptions enhanced the soil and improved the ancient people's ability to grow crops. - Wupatki National Monument, Arizona

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This house is truly a perfect example of a creepy abandoned house, something you may see in a nightmare or a horror movie. Known mainly for it's exterior, I decided to put my own twist to this old house by making it fit more to my visual likings...

Once a thriving diamond mining town, Kolmanskop now stands as a haunting testament to time and nature’s power. Shifting desert sands have crept into abandoned homes, turning once-grand interiors into surreal, silent landscapes of decay.

In the untouched wilderness of the Stone Age, amidst vast forests and along the rugged coastlines, the essence of human connection flourished. "Whispers of the Stone Age: Echoes of Sisterhood" delves into the intimate moments of daily life within a prehistoric family, focusing on the young daughters as they navigate the bonds of sisterhood. Through their interactions, we uncover the profound simplicity of their existence, where each gesture and glance speaks volumes of their mutual support and love. This series offers a glimpse into the serene yet vibrant lives of these young women, showcasing their roles, relationships, and the indelible mark they leave on the fabric of their familial tapestry.

Poem:

In ages past, where time stood still,

Amongst the whispering trees and hill,

Two sisters in the dawning light,

Embrace the day, dispel the night.

With tender hands and gentle eyes,

They weave their bonds, no guise,

In animal skins, they gracefully clad,

A testament to the life they had.

In the forest deep, where shadows play,

They gather sticks, in the waning day,

Their laughter fills the air so clear,

A melody, the earth holds dear.

By the firelight, they sit close,

Sharing tales of love and ghosts,

Their silhouettes against the flame,

In their hearts, a burning same.

The stars above, in silence, listen,

To the dreams within their eyes that glisten,

Together they stand, strong and free,

Sisters for all eternity.

Haiku:

Twilight whispers soft,

Sisters bond 'neath ancient skies,

Nature's pure embrace.

In the untouched wilderness of the Stone Age, amidst vast forests and along the rugged coastlines, the essence of human connection flourished. "Whispers of the Stone Age: Echoes of Sisterhood" delves into the intimate moments of daily life within a prehistoric family, focusing on the young daughters as they navigate the bonds of sisterhood. Through their interactions, we uncover the profound simplicity of their existence, where each gesture and glance speaks volumes of their mutual support and love. This series offers a glimpse into the serene yet vibrant lives of these young women, showcasing their roles, relationships, and the indelible mark they leave on the fabric of their familial tapestry.

Poem:

In ages past, where time stood still,

Amongst the whispering trees and hill,

Two sisters in the dawning light,

Embrace the day, dispel the night.

With tender hands and gentle eyes,

They weave their bonds, no guise,

In animal skins, they gracefully clad,

A testament to the life they had.

In the forest deep, where shadows play,

They gather sticks, in the waning day,

Their laughter fills the air so clear,

A melody, the earth holds dear.

By the firelight, they sit close,

Sharing tales of love and ghosts,

Their silhouettes against the flame,

In their hearts, a burning same.

The stars above, in silence, listen,

To the dreams within their eyes that glisten,

Together they stand, strong and free,

Sisters for all eternity.

Haiku:

Twilight whispers soft,

Sisters bond 'neath ancient skies,

Nature's pure embrace.

In the untouched wilderness of the Stone Age, amidst vast forests and along the rugged coastlines, the essence of human connection flourished. "Whispers of the Stone Age: Echoes of Sisterhood" delves into the intimate moments of daily life within a prehistoric family, focusing on the young daughters as they navigate the bonds of sisterhood. Through their interactions, we uncover the profound simplicity of their existence, where each gesture and glance speaks volumes of their mutual support and love. This series offers a glimpse into the serene yet vibrant lives of these young women, showcasing their roles, relationships, and the indelible mark they leave on the fabric of their familial tapestry.

Poem:

In ages past, where time stood still,

Amongst the whispering trees and hill,

Two sisters in the dawning light,

Embrace the day, dispel the night.

With tender hands and gentle eyes,

They weave their bonds, no guise,

In animal skins, they gracefully clad,

A testament to the life they had.

In the forest deep, where shadows play,

They gather sticks, in the waning day,

Their laughter fills the air so clear,

A melody, the earth holds dear.

By the firelight, they sit close,

Sharing tales of love and ghosts,

Their silhouettes against the flame,

In their hearts, a burning same.

The stars above, in silence, listen,

To the dreams within their eyes that glisten,

Together they stand, strong and free,

Sisters for all eternity.

Haiku:

Twilight whispers soft,

Sisters bond 'neath ancient skies,

Nature's pure embrace.

In the untouched wilderness of the Stone Age, amidst vast forests and along the rugged coastlines, the essence of human connection flourished. "Whispers of the Stone Age: Echoes of Sisterhood" delves into the intimate moments of daily life within a prehistoric family, focusing on the young daughters as they navigate the bonds of sisterhood. Through their interactions, we uncover the profound simplicity of their existence, where each gesture and glance speaks volumes of their mutual support and love. This series offers a glimpse into the serene yet vibrant lives of these young women, showcasing their roles, relationships, and the indelible mark they leave on the fabric of their familial tapestry.

Poem:

In ages past, where time stood still,

Amongst the whispering trees and hill,

Two sisters in the dawning light,

Embrace the day, dispel the night.

With tender hands and gentle eyes,

They weave their bonds, no guise,

In animal skins, they gracefully clad,

A testament to the life they had.

In the forest deep, where shadows play,

They gather sticks, in the waning day,

Their laughter fills the air so clear,

A melody, the earth holds dear.

By the firelight, they sit close,

Sharing tales of love and ghosts,

Their silhouettes against the flame,

In their hearts, a burning same.

The stars above, in silence, listen,

To the dreams within their eyes that glisten,

Together they stand, strong and free,

Sisters for all eternity.

Haiku:

Twilight whispers soft,

Sisters bond 'neath ancient skies,

Nature's pure embrace.

In the untouched wilderness of the Stone Age, amidst vast forests and along the rugged coastlines, the essence of human connection flourished. "Whispers of the Stone Age: Echoes of Sisterhood" delves into the intimate moments of daily life within a prehistoric family, focusing on the young daughters as they navigate the bonds of sisterhood. Through their interactions, we uncover the profound simplicity of their existence, where each gesture and glance speaks volumes of their mutual support and love. This series offers a glimpse into the serene yet vibrant lives of these young women, showcasing their roles, relationships, and the indelible mark they leave on the fabric of their familial tapestry.

Poem:

In ages past, where time stood still,

Amongst the whispering trees and hill,

Two sisters in the dawning light,

Embrace the day, dispel the night.

With tender hands and gentle eyes,

They weave their bonds, no guise,

In animal skins, they gracefully clad,

A testament to the life they had.

In the forest deep, where shadows play,

They gather sticks, in the waning day,

Their laughter fills the air so clear,

A melody, the earth holds dear.

By the firelight, they sit close,

Sharing tales of love and ghosts,

Their silhouettes against the flame,

In their hearts, a burning same.

The stars above, in silence, listen,

To the dreams within their eyes that glisten,

Together they stand, strong and free,

Sisters for all eternity.

Haiku:

Twilight whispers soft,

Sisters bond 'neath ancient skies,

Nature's pure embrace.

In the untouched wilderness of the Stone Age, amidst vast forests and along the rugged coastlines, the essence of human connection flourished. "Whispers of the Stone Age: Echoes of Sisterhood" delves into the intimate moments of daily life within a prehistoric family, focusing on the young daughters as they navigate the bonds of sisterhood. Through their interactions, we uncover the profound simplicity of their existence, where each gesture and glance speaks volumes of their mutual support and love. This series offers a glimpse into the serene yet vibrant lives of these young women, showcasing their roles, relationships, and the indelible mark they leave on the fabric of their familial tapestry.

Poem:

In ages past, where time stood still,

Amongst the whispering trees and hill,

Two sisters in the dawning light,

Embrace the day, dispel the night.

With tender hands and gentle eyes,

They weave their bonds, no guise,

In animal skins, they gracefully clad,

A testament to the life they had.

In the forest deep, where shadows play,

They gather sticks, in the waning day,

Their laughter fills the air so clear,

A melody, the earth holds dear.

By the firelight, they sit close,

Sharing tales of love and ghosts,

Their silhouettes against the flame,

In their hearts, a burning same.

The stars above, in silence, listen,

To the dreams within their eyes that glisten,

Together they stand, strong and free,

Sisters for all eternity.

Haiku:

Twilight whispers soft,

Sisters bond 'neath ancient skies,

Nature's pure embrace.

Abandoned German settler's home

Edgehill near Henty, NSW

October 2007

Doorways

Residence of the former Schulz Property

Walla Walla (NSW)

October 2007

© Dirk HR Spennemann 2008

All Rights Reserved

Abandoned German settler's home

Edgehill near Henty, NSW

October 2007

In the untouched wilderness of the Stone Age, amidst vast forests and along the rugged coastlines, the essence of human connection flourished. "Whispers of the Stone Age: Echoes of Sisterhood" delves into the intimate moments of daily life within a prehistoric family, focusing on the young daughters as they navigate the bonds of sisterhood. Through their interactions, we uncover the profound simplicity of their existence, where each gesture and glance speaks volumes of their mutual support and love. This series offers a glimpse into the serene yet vibrant lives of these young women, showcasing their roles, relationships, and the indelible mark they leave on the fabric of their familial tapestry.

Poem:

In ages past, where time stood still,

Amongst the whispering trees and hill,

Two sisters in the dawning light,

Embrace the day, dispel the night.

With tender hands and gentle eyes,

They weave their bonds, no guise,

In animal skins, they gracefully clad,

A testament to the life they had.

In the forest deep, where shadows play,

They gather sticks, in the waning day,

Their laughter fills the air so clear,

A melody, the earth holds dear.

By the firelight, they sit close,

Sharing tales of love and ghosts,

Their silhouettes against the flame,

In their hearts, a burning same.

The stars above, in silence, listen,

To the dreams within their eyes that glisten,

Together they stand, strong and free,

Sisters for all eternity.

Haiku:

Twilight whispers soft,

Sisters bond 'neath ancient skies,

Nature's pure embrace.

This rusting vintage car, abandoned in the heart of Namibia’s desert, tells a silent story of a bygone era. Once a symbol of elegance and adventure, it now stands as a relic of time, weathered by the elements yet still full of character. The sun-scorched metal and faded paint contrast with the deep blue sky, creating a hauntingly beautiful scene of nostalgia and decay.

In the untouched wilderness of the Stone Age, amidst vast forests and along the rugged coastlines, the essence of human connection flourished. "Whispers of the Stone Age: Echoes of Sisterhood" delves into the intimate moments of daily life within a prehistoric family, focusing on the young daughters as they navigate the bonds of sisterhood. Through their interactions, we uncover the profound simplicity of their existence, where each gesture and glance speaks volumes of their mutual support and love. This series offers a glimpse into the serene yet vibrant lives of these young women, showcasing their roles, relationships, and the indelible mark they leave on the fabric of their familial tapestry.

Poem:

In ages past, where time stood still,

Amongst the whispering trees and hill,

Two sisters in the dawning light,

Embrace the day, dispel the night.

With tender hands and gentle eyes,

They weave their bonds, no guise,

In animal skins, they gracefully clad,

A testament to the life they had.

In the forest deep, where shadows play,

They gather sticks, in the waning day,

Their laughter fills the air so clear,

A melody, the earth holds dear.

By the firelight, they sit close,

Sharing tales of love and ghosts,

Their silhouettes against the flame,

In their hearts, a burning same.

The stars above, in silence, listen,

To the dreams within their eyes that glisten,

Together they stand, strong and free,

Sisters for all eternity.

Haiku:

Twilight whispers soft,

Sisters bond 'neath ancient skies,

Nature's pure embrace.

In the untouched wilderness of the Stone Age, amidst vast forests and along the rugged coastlines, the essence of human connection flourished. "Whispers of the Stone Age: Echoes of Sisterhood" delves into the intimate moments of daily life within a prehistoric family, focusing on the young daughters as they navigate the bonds of sisterhood. Through their interactions, we uncover the profound simplicity of their existence, where each gesture and glance speaks volumes of their mutual support and love. This series offers a glimpse into the serene yet vibrant lives of these young women, showcasing their roles, relationships, and the indelible mark they leave on the fabric of their familial tapestry.

Poem:

In ages past, where time stood still,

Amongst the whispering trees and hill,

Two sisters in the dawning light,

Embrace the day, dispel the night.

With tender hands and gentle eyes,

They weave their bonds, no guise,

In animal skins, they gracefully clad,

A testament to the life they had.

In the forest deep, where shadows play,

They gather sticks, in the waning day,

Their laughter fills the air so clear,

A melody, the earth holds dear.

By the firelight, they sit close,

Sharing tales of love and ghosts,

Their silhouettes against the flame,

In their hearts, a burning same.

The stars above, in silence, listen,

To the dreams within their eyes that glisten,

Together they stand, strong and free,

Sisters for all eternity.

Haiku:

Twilight whispers soft,

Sisters bond 'neath ancient skies,

Nature's pure embrace.

Abandoned German settler's home

Edgehill near Henty, NSW

October 2007

© Dirk HR Spennemann 2007

All Rights Reserved

In the eerie silence of the urban underpass, a chilling tableau emerges, swathed in the crimson and cobalt of a fearful spectrum. Graffiti, the hieroglyphs of the forgotten, adorns ancient stones, telling tales of nocturnal secrets. This portal, where light dares to penetrate the dense shadow, holds a haunting resonance—a passage not merely of concrete and stone, but of whispered stories and unspoken warnings. Tread lightly, for in this underpass, echoes of the past and the footsteps of the now mingle with the unseen watchers that claim this forgotten corridor as their own.

A 2CD Collection of Dead Moon songs released in 2006 by Sub Pop Records...SPCD 706

youtu.be/1kuiP7cw3Xc

Rougham Airfield was RAF Bury St Edmunds, a former Royal Air Force station located 3 miles (4.8 km) east of Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk.

The airfield was originally and is now again known as Rougham.

It was used by the USAAF 47th Bombardment Group (Light) and then by the 322d Bombardment Group (Medium), which arrived in December 1942. Finally during WW2 it was home to the 94th Bombardment Group (Heavy) which arrived from RAF Earls Colne on 15 June 1943

This is a GMC CCKW 353 - Closed Cab

In the untouched wilderness of the Stone Age, amidst vast forests and along the rugged coastlines, the essence of human connection flourished. "Whispers of the Stone Age: Echoes of Sisterhood" delves into the intimate moments of daily life within a prehistoric family, focusing on the young daughters as they navigate the bonds of sisterhood. Through their interactions, we uncover the profound simplicity of their existence, where each gesture and glance speaks volumes of their mutual support and love. This series offers a glimpse into the serene yet vibrant lives of these young women, showcasing their roles, relationships, and the indelible mark they leave on the fabric of their familial tapestry.

Poem:

In ages past, where time stood still,

Amongst the whispering trees and hill,

Two sisters in the dawning light,

Embrace the day, dispel the night.

With tender hands and gentle eyes,

They weave their bonds, no guise,

In animal skins, they gracefully clad,

A testament to the life they had.

In the forest deep, where shadows play,

They gather sticks, in the waning day,

Their laughter fills the air so clear,

A melody, the earth holds dear.

By the firelight, they sit close,

Sharing tales of love and ghosts,

Their silhouettes against the flame,

In their hearts, a burning same.

The stars above, in silence, listen,

To the dreams within their eyes that glisten,

Together they stand, strong and free,

Sisters for all eternity.

Haiku:

Twilight whispers soft,

Sisters bond 'neath ancient skies,

Nature's pure embrace.

In the untouched wilderness of the Stone Age, amidst vast forests and along the rugged coastlines, the essence of human connection flourished. "Whispers of the Stone Age: Echoes of Sisterhood" delves into the intimate moments of daily life within a prehistoric family, focusing on the young daughters as they navigate the bonds of sisterhood. Through their interactions, we uncover the profound simplicity of their existence, where each gesture and glance speaks volumes of their mutual support and love. This series offers a glimpse into the serene yet vibrant lives of these young women, showcasing their roles, relationships, and the indelible mark they leave on the fabric of their familial tapestry.

Poem:

In ages past, where time stood still,

Amongst the whispering trees and hill,

Two sisters in the dawning light,

Embrace the day, dispel the night.

With tender hands and gentle eyes,

They weave their bonds, no guise,

In animal skins, they gracefully clad,

A testament to the life they had.

In the forest deep, where shadows play,

They gather sticks, in the waning day,

Their laughter fills the air so clear,

A melody, the earth holds dear.

By the firelight, they sit close,

Sharing tales of love and ghosts,

Their silhouettes against the flame,

In their hearts, a burning same.

The stars above, in silence, listen,

To the dreams within their eyes that glisten,

Together they stand, strong and free,

Sisters for all eternity.

Haiku:

Twilight whispers soft,

Sisters bond 'neath ancient skies,

Nature's pure embrace.

In the untouched wilderness of the Stone Age, amidst vast forests and along the rugged coastlines, the essence of human connection flourished. "Whispers of the Stone Age: Echoes of Sisterhood" delves into the intimate moments of daily life within a prehistoric family, focusing on the young daughters as they navigate the bonds of sisterhood. Through their interactions, we uncover the profound simplicity of their existence, where each gesture and glance speaks volumes of their mutual support and love. This series offers a glimpse into the serene yet vibrant lives of these young women, showcasing their roles, relationships, and the indelible mark they leave on the fabric of their familial tapestry.

Poem:

In ages past, where time stood still,

Amongst the whispering trees and hill,

Two sisters in the dawning light,

Embrace the day, dispel the night.

With tender hands and gentle eyes,

They weave their bonds, no guise,

In animal skins, they gracefully clad,

A testament to the life they had.

In the forest deep, where shadows play,

They gather sticks, in the waning day,

Their laughter fills the air so clear,

A melody, the earth holds dear.

By the firelight, they sit close,

Sharing tales of love and ghosts,

Their silhouettes against the flame,

In their hearts, a burning same.

The stars above, in silence, listen,

To the dreams within their eyes that glisten,

Together they stand, strong and free,

Sisters for all eternity.

Haiku:

Twilight whispers soft,

Sisters bond 'neath ancient skies,

Nature's pure embrace.

In the untouched wilderness of the Stone Age, amidst vast forests and along the rugged coastlines, the essence of human connection flourished. "Whispers of the Stone Age: Echoes of Sisterhood" delves into the intimate moments of daily life within a prehistoric family, focusing on the young daughters as they navigate the bonds of sisterhood. Through their interactions, we uncover the profound simplicity of their existence, where each gesture and glance speaks volumes of their mutual support and love. This series offers a glimpse into the serene yet vibrant lives of these young women, showcasing their roles, relationships, and the indelible mark they leave on the fabric of their familial tapestry.

Poem:

In ages past, where time stood still,

Amongst the whispering trees and hill,

Two sisters in the dawning light,

Embrace the day, dispel the night.

With tender hands and gentle eyes,

They weave their bonds, no guise,

In animal skins, they gracefully clad,

A testament to the life they had.

In the forest deep, where shadows play,

They gather sticks, in the waning day,

Their laughter fills the air so clear,

A melody, the earth holds dear.

By the firelight, they sit close,

Sharing tales of love and ghosts,

Their silhouettes against the flame,

In their hearts, a burning same.

The stars above, in silence, listen,

To the dreams within their eyes that glisten,

Together they stand, strong and free,

Sisters for all eternity.

Haiku:

Twilight whispers soft,

Sisters bond 'neath ancient skies,

Nature's pure embrace.