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Translucent Glass Brick
I intentionally shot just a section of this glass brick, about 75 millimeters in width, illuminated by interior room lights. Were I to do it again, I would probably use a square format.
#MacroMondays #Translucent HMM
Heydar Aliyev Centre, Baku, Azerbaijan
You all know what it is by now...
Taken some hours later and only just enough time to capture the blue hour. Why leave the car in shot I hear to ask... well for once it lends itself to scale and secondly, 20 minutes earlier the entire front was full of black limousines for an official black tie event so happy to have only the one in the final shot.
What the other photographers don't tell you... Baku is also known as the "City of Winds" and for good reason... no tall free standing tripod shots this shoot!
The two doors between the living room and the entryway seen in this photo are so-called 'pocket doors'. To close them, one slides them to left and right, respectively, and they disappear into the door frame. We are gradually getting artwork and other framed items up on the walls and otherwise completing the myriad of tasks needing to be done following our move to Fairfield, Iowa in June. Next up: curtains and rugs for the living room and dining rooms. This is fun. :-)
I happened to come across this image while combing my computer archives. Nothing special but I liked the play of light and shadow. Just keeping my hand in.
Light spills like memory across her skin.
The dust floats unbothered, the silence rests easy.
Nothing moves, yet something lingers.
A room held in its own breath —
and she, simply part of it.
🎵 Stephan Moccio - The Wanderer
the place: Frogmore
Stopping for a moment to look at the sea and its waves, when the wind makes it furious. Listening to the wind screaming at you that it, today, is the master here and you can do nothing but listen to its stories. This, for me, is priceless.
a solitary figure framed in steel and shadow, caught in the moment before motion. the terminal becomes a temple â light filtering down like thought, reflection doubling space, and the world beyond waiting with quiet engines. the symmetry breathes tension. the silence holds its breath.
August 9, 2020
A late 1700's, early 1800's old stone farmhouse, which is located on what is today called Porcupine Farm.
EXPLORED: September 4, 2020
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Adirondacks Road Trip
Essex, New York
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Took the stairs down to the basement. Canon 6d and 16-35 f/2.8L II at 35. On the tripod 2 shot digital blend.
An image captured looking down a hallway where I had time to not just compose the image but also attempt to line it up so that I could minimize post processing with alignment. My thinking was to capture this a little lower than eye level but have the camera looking leveled-up. The idea was to use the reflection of the light in the hallway as well as capture that sense of a leading line and a focus to look straight ahead.
Stained glass details at the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona. Gaudi sensibility, imagination, and splendor in every detail. Left me speechless.
I usually don't take pictures of the hallways of hotels, but this hotel was different. First the rooms were not outrageously expensive, but the ambiance was. The hotel was newly constructed with all of the details of the architecture of old Jaisalmer. The lattice works, the open courtyards and the huge arch ways were spectacular. The light shining through the lattice work walls and through the arches gave the hallways a warm glow not usually found in new hotels.
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Went down to the Holleroo Street Fair on N. Central St. after 1pm to see the soapbox derby. And we returned around 7pm to see King Super and The Excellents perform. Afterwards, we went up to Señor Taco for dinner.
Señor Taco
Knoxville, Tennessee
Saturday, May 17th, 2025
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We love the house we've moved into in Fairfield, Iowa. It was probably built in the early 1900s. It has high ceilings, lots of beautiful hardwood floors, doors and trim, some original built-in glass-front cabinets/breakfronts, and lovely decorative windows, some stained glass and others etched. Whoever built it loved beauty and put a lot of tender loving care into every detail. The house was recently refurbished by its current owner, who invested a lot of TLC into bringing out its original beauty. We're somewhat amazed that we have the good fortune to live here. We do not take it for granted but count our blessings every day.
Due to health issues, and moving in June from Asheville, North Carolina to Fairfield, Iowa, these are the first new photosI've made and posted on Flickr since March 2017.
I shot this when I was really into neon (I love old neon). It reminded me a little of Edward Hopper's "Nighthawks" without people, with a door, and with apologies to Edward Hopper.
The local rag talks about the joint:
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Senoia Georgia
Leica II (1933) with Elmar 50mm f/3.5 collapsible lens, hand-held.
Santacolor 100 film.
Aegna, a small island that from its shores has always observed the Estonian capital Tallinn. It
hosted few settlements of fishermen in its golden days, a soviet base in the darkest ones, and
nowadays abandoned constructions along with wild nature. Now the population is accounted to be
of six people, who are not to be found despite any effort; mainland dwellers fleeing the city for a
greener place are instead the only humans that can be spotted. Exploring the island I've indeed
found a summer centre for Buddhist meditation and a couple of monks in spiritual retire, but then
only ran-down or even crumbling facilities of the soviet era, new built estates with the typical traits
of the Scandinavian architecture, spiritual spots for offerings to unknown deities, as well as many
other puzzling and inapprehensible things, like feathers scattered on a pathway for an instance. Not
the actual inhabitants though, except the ones buried in the local cemetery, which counts dozens of
tombstones on a musky field adorned by lichens. Here the people are at the best just an ephemeral
phenomenon, solely consistence of the residuals of their past existence.