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After watching this two slightly immature eagles fight over this stump space I think I can say that, like the quantum mechanical Pauli exclusion principle, this proves that two eagles cannot occupy the same space on a stump simultaneously. Of course this violates the Schrodinger's cat thought experiment that tries to illustrate the absurdity of applying quantum theory to the macro-physical world, but hey, even that appears to be in question these days...
Taken 16 February 2020 near Homer, Alaska.
Inside one of the Chernobyl cooling towers.
“Chernobyl is like the war of all wars. There's nowhere to hide. Not underground, not underwater, not in the air.”
― Svetlana Alexievich, Voices from Chernobyl: The Oral History of a Nuclear Disaster
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Leaving the village. Into the privately owned woods. When you think of it, it may come as a surprise: the British public has been excluded from over 90% of the land for about a thousand years! Hello, "Labour" government, what about addressing William the Conquerer's legacy? Leica M Mono, Voigtlaender Nokton.
Marylebone, London. Fuji X-E2 plus 7Artisans 35/1.2 wide-open (ignore exif data). Normally, I try to avoid poverty porn, meaning, I find no pleasure in photographing images of social exclusion such as this one. But that night, I got angry. There were too many expensive and shiny sports cars revving their engines as if the poor were the best demonstration of their own greatness.
Esta es una obra de pintura sintética sobre resina poliéster y Epoxi, que se encuentra en el Museo de Arte Latinoamercano de Buenos Aires, Su autor Pablo Suárez , nos pone en contacto con el porteño de humilde origen .Transmite, ante todo, mucho humor mezclado con el espanto que sufre su personaje. Nos hace sonreír por su aspecto caricaturesco y la situación algo absurda aunque bastante real, ya que los trenes en Bs.Aires, estaban así de destartalados hace unos años y la gente viajaba colgada de ellos. Es un humor un poco negro. La técnica ,como ocurre a menudo en la obra de Suárez, es una mezcla de escultura y pintura. Desde ya, el trabajo, es suficientemente realista para que su figuración (la estampa del personaje en una situación límite y su entorno) tenga tanto o más peso que su faceta conceptual.
Es una obra de 1999, esta inquietante imagen de un hombre , con el torso desnudo, colgado de un tren en marcha, fue concebida como un "cuadro objeto" con la intención de ganar el Premio Costantini, lo cual logró. Con ese dinero construyó una casa en Colonia, Uruguay, donde vivió sus últimos años.
Disregard the Exif data. This shot was done with Fuji X-Pro3 plus Helios 44M-7 at F2 plus a 720nm infrared filter. The light source is a 550-2500nm infrared lamp. "What's the point?" is a phrase I have been hearing in my village - usually used by young men. When digging a bit deeper I am hearing more: that their income is minimal with no real chance of betterment, that they are excluded from the "opportunities" and "prospects" promised by the politicians, that having a family would be economically risky for them, that they would never be able to own their home. And, turning to me "oldie" with a pension, that people like me are consuming a major share of the nation's wealth. And what did I say? You are right, young man. When it comes to social equality or, other way round, to social exclusion, this country, the UK, is in a deep mess.
2020 | Chernobyl Exclusion Zone
Reste der Beschriftung eines 12 Stöcktigen Hauses nähe der Kurtchatowastraße in Pripyat.
Do you remember the prehistoric Danish bog bodies with their dark leathery skin? Well, they are back and looking at you. That is to say, with the X100F with its inbuilt flash and its inbuilt ND filter on, we can conjure up Tollund Man quite easily. What would be his first question? "Have you, with all your technological sophistication, finally sorted out the problem of social exclusion?" Get back to the bog, Tollund Man, disappear again in the swamp, man!
In My Dreams -- A Short Series
I dream voraciously, and in many of my dreams, things are bizarre -- sometimes out of focus, distorted, yet intelligible enough to know what is happening generally, but still dreamlike. I am going to share a short series of six photographs that remind me of the scenes in my dreams.
#6 -- Muffled Conversations
As a child, I remember when my parents and grandparents would have "grown-up" conversations that kids were not allowed to hear. Usually those would be held in an adjacent room, out of easy earshot of prying little ears, but not necessarily out of sight completely. I never liked being excluded from those conversations. It made me feel so alone. My parents and grandparents had one of those "grown-up" conversations the very night before an intruder entered our home the next morning and shot my mother to death, when I was just 9 years old. Since that time, the "grown-up" conversations and the corresponding sense of being excluded have been welded into my psyche. When I saw this scene in Cuba, it instantly reminded me of being a little boy and seeing a "grown-up" conversation going on. The haze hanging low over the porch added a dream-like quality to the scene. In my dreams, after all these years, I still dream about being excluded.
Cuba
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Found in Explore on January 27, 2023.
Picture is taken in a Gym in the abandoned Ghost Town of Prypjat - Exclusion Zone / Chernobyl
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Soufrière Hills, Exclusion Zone, Montserrat, Leeward Islands
“Paradise Lost”
In July 1995, the dormant volcano known as Soufrière Hills on the idyllic Caribbean island of Montserrat erupted so suddenly and violently that the life was never the same again. They said the sea boiled for three nautical miles around the island, as millions of tons of mud and lava buried the once resplendent Georgian capital of Plymouth. To this day and following further eruptions, most of the island is an exclusion zone, uninhabited and uninhabitable. This photograph was taken from a helicopter, which are permitted to fly over the exclusion zone. The abandoned villas and sugar mills that dot the slopes are being reclaimed by nature, giving the foothills a ghostly countenance. In his epic poem of 1667, Paradise Lost, John Milton captured the essence of the forces whose power is beyond our comprehension: “Into this wild Abyss / The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave / Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire / But all these in their pregnant causes mixed / Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight / Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain / His dark materials to create more worlds”.
just back from a 3 day trip to the exclusion zone around Chernobyl.
In a word...'overwhelming'
Many thanks Sean Richardson