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On a moonless night in May I went to the coast to photograph the stars, but the weather forecast turned out to be wrong, and the sky was overcast. It was so dark that I could see almost nothing, except for some extremely faint lights on the horizon. I took a picture anyway; the exposure time was 16 minutes. Surprisingly the photo showed a few patches of blue bioluminescence in the ocean. The light must have been extremely faint; even knowing where to look after spotting the blue patches on the camera screen, I could not see them.
As the zenith passes, the faeries begin to fade.
We're Here, but not for long...
Tripod-mounted multiple exposure (9 frames) & Photoshop, of course!
Firefly
When I was a child, I used to enjoy going to the nearby stream to see these lights at this time of year.
Even though some of the hillsides are slowly regenerating, the damage from the alpine bushfires several years ago is still very evident.
Fear is born deep within the darkness of the soul
As the light of day shines into those recesses
Fear is driven, fleeing frantically from the source
Somewhere between the dark and light
Is the place where our hearts strive desperately
To know peace, and self-respect, freedom from fear
And, to know our hearts are satisfied with our choices
Shot last Saturday while out at Mølen, near Larvik, Norway. The remains of the storm made some great weather and waves to be captured.
The main challenge was trying to keep my feet dry and avoid too much salt spray on the lens. I failed on both. Due to all the rain recently, the ground was saturated with water and the paths were like small streams. And the lens, I had to clean the UV filter when back home.
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Poznan, Poland
Park Adama Mickiewicza
A very early morning foggy reflection while wandering to work during the autumn season..
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Watching while the St. Croix Cove Falls turns to ice is a pleasure each winter. Since I first tripped down here all those years ago, I've regularly returned to see this towering drop turn to something solid. It starts with the spray, tiny particles freer to freeze, coating the closest surroundings. Then it draws in at the edges, slow and sure, like a portal closing to another world. Eventually, it's one solid icy column, top to bottom with no movement to be seen — only the faint whisper of something trickling within. Once the snow grows deep enough, I can walk the rim and slip inside the cave behind. There are few places more wonderful in my corner of the natural world. You'd almost expect a park out here, some tourist destination, but it's basically unknown land unless you're local. I nearly always have it to myself. Some secretive hollow sunken from sight, in the embrace of Poole Brook. Too low for sunlight, capturing cold, with all the lonely beauty you could crave.
December 7, 2025
St. Croix Cove, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6601 of my daily journal.
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CDV, 1870s, before 1877
Photographer: Fritz Luckhardt (1843, Kassel-1894, Wien)
Royal photographer since 1877 - k. u. k. Hofphotograph - cs. és kir. udvari fényképész 1877-től
Wien/Vienna
Leopoldstadt, Taborstraße 18.
National Hotel
Activity: 1867-1894
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view from Golling hill in direction of Lofer - see large on black
I needed an evening walk and decided to take the tripod with me (I am still waiting for the new benro, the old one trembles with a long zoom). First I wanted to try a panorama of Bad Reichenhall, but the light was already too low. This backlighted scenery I like very much, but in the summer the air is too agitatet and blurry. yesterday we had chilling wind from east and so it was clear enough to show details even far away.