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21:21 - silent, upset and introspective.
the bad is that I'm losing the fear of this window.
tired of editing photos, lets love them the way they are like I used to.
i was walking past a laundromat on calle de hortaleza. saw this man and thought: if only he would turn around. and then, at some point, he did.
“Peace is a time of open mind,
A voice so sweet, yet still.
Within this quiet moment found,
No noise can break its will.”
By Emily Dickinson, American poet ,1830 to 1886. Emily published only 10 of her almost 1,800 poems, and 'A Peace of Mind' wasn't one of them.
"Dickinson’s perspective on peace is introspective, emphasizing that the mind itself can be a source of tranquility, even when the world around us may be chaotic. The poem suggests that peace is something that can be cultivated internally through mindfulness and self-awareness."
James Miller, NevermorePoem.com
fleeting moment on an escalator, where the city’s chaos mirrors its quiet routines. her reflection feels like a parallel reality, a fleeting reminder of the everyday narratives that unfold silently. shadows and light, focus and blur—all tell a story of movement and stillness.
location: garage studio, palma de mallorca (more infos in my blog post: arnds.photos/blog/turn-your-garage-into-a-studio)
year: 2025
camera: fujifilm gfx 100 ii
subject: carolina
barefoot steps mirror a journey across two worlds—one etched in the present, the other in reflection. sky and sea become one canvas, blurring the line between reality and memory. as clouds stretch and time stands still, each quiet step leaves a ripple, both on the surface and within.
My father's been gone a number of years now, but i still remember him spending time watching the birds from the sun-room, especially in the winter. He would be there with his bible, coffee, and his thoughts. I wonder now what he would think about, if he had hopes and dreams unfulfilled or was he truly as content as he seemed. I don't find solace in religion, sometimes I wish I still did, things seemed easier back then but I can't make myself believe. It's rare that I slow down enough to take it all in. I'm pretty lucky all things considered. Things don't always go the way I'd like, but it could be much worse. Welp, my coffees done... enough time sitting here being introspective... time to get on with my day.
Créateur : Karolina HALATEK
Exposition Into the light, Grande Halle Villette, Paris
Cette installation immense et circulaire est conçue pour offrir une expériene personnelle et introspective. La place de l'astre céleste est donnée au spectateur qui devient le centre de l'oeuvre.
This immense, circular installation is designed to offer a personal and introspective experience. The place of the celestial body is given to the viewer, who becomes the center of the artwork.
Day 7 of 20 of albums that influenced my musical tastes.
Automatic
The Jesus and Mary Chain
Shoegazing (or shoegaze, initially referred to as "dream pop") is a subgenre of indie and alternative rock that emerged in the United Kingdom in the late 1980s. It is characterized by its ethereal-sounding mixture of obscured vocals, guitar distortion and effects, feedback, and overwhelming volume. The term shoegazing was coined by the British music press to describe the stage presence of a wave of neo-psychedelic groups who stood still during live performances in a detached, introspective, non-confrontational state with their heads down. This was because the heavy use of effects pedals meant the performers were often looking down at the readouts on their pedals during concerts.
The most commonly cited precursors to shoegaze are Cocteau Twins, The Jesus and Mary Chain, and My Bloody Valentine. (from Wikipedia).
These are my actual foot pedals, a spark delay and a super chorus.
The first time that I've heard this song on the radio, Head On, by The Jesus and Mary Chain, my ears and head were totally blown off. I was in shock. It was 1989. I was into rock, but now I wanted to learn to play guitar and I wanted to start a band. This was totally different for me.
Happy bokeh Wednesday, everyone!
barcelona at night. a face caught in thought, framed by steel, smoke, and invisible weight. light brushes skin and hope, while the city flickers on in the background.
Another image taken at MONA, Tasmania. I took a lot of photos that day - right now I haven't taken any photos for a while, so i'm processing images that i've taken previously. Actually it's a good way to go through everything and find images that I might have missed otherwise.
I found this place by accident while driving across an area of hardpan & slickrock interwoven into waves of interesting terrain. There were no tire marks or trails but some interesting rock formations and sand dunes in the distance so I decided to drive as far as I could before being forced to stop. I finally came to a steep ledge that had a 20 foot dropoff and stopped on the slick rock at the lower right of the photo. Some people had been here before and left a section of a log that was used to sit on as I did that evening. It was a nice place to spend the night and watch the stars fill the sky. There was nobody else within a few miles of me providing the serenity to be introspective. The next morning I got up and saw some antelope and coyote tracks in the sand that had not been there the evening before, providing evidence that I had been visited during the night or early morning hours. A nice experience and I plan to revisit the site this year.
If you find yourself preferring to be alone, don't despair, you're probably in good company. From time to time, we all need to recover from social overwhelm. Don't worry, being alone can actually make you a more introspective and interesting person.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio 2.0 and Lightroom Classic.
What a beautiful place to be tonight... The golden light through the trees gave the autumn colors a painterly look against the softness of the lake's water. I wish I had discovered this place last Autumn as last year I was quite homesick for a dosage of Colorado fall. But everything happens in its own time and season for it's own reason. I do believe I needed to see it more this season than last year if that makes any sense at all. It's been a long time since I have been able to drink so deeply of the beauty of Autumn. Perhaps being thirsty to see beauty is sometimes what causes us to enjoy it more than what we would have in a different chapter in life... And sadly sometimes that need is caused by pain and change. As sad as it is I think we appreciate beauty more when we have experienced the opposite of it. How can we not appreciate the light more if we have spent time in the dark...
The holidays are around the corner. What is it about holidays that makes grief so raw, so real? I'm not ready for them to be honest. I would rather sit here for days on end in a dream where these colors never fade and this song plays tenderly for me through the trees.
Enjoy one of my favorite classics played by the beautiful and talented hands of Khatia Buniatishvili.
I love you friends xx
The walls of the Monastery glow with this beautiful blue light. One of the most peaceful places I've ever been. The quite encourages you to take it all in.. be thankful, pause for a moment.. remember what matters most.
On a blurry day
with faded borders
I leave the glasshouse
far behind
enter the treemaze
to hide -
seek - find
that minute space
where illusion breaks
where the stones flow upwards
and the ground swells like a surf
of fiery ashes and dust
thrusting me into the sky
like the waves, like the waves, like the waves
I'm still going through my stock of portrait shots from time to time, and on the Irène de Viviourès series I thought it might be interesting to double the scene I'd called 'Anchored'.
This variant, in which Irène is sitting on a rock, favours a slightly more meditative, introspective posture, and the concealment of the face potentially allows the body language to be illuminated in a different way, placing it more under the heading of candour and fragility.
This image is part of my photographic series Irène de Viviourès, which I invite you to consult in the list of my albums. You will find the script in the album header, and by consulting the shots in their chronological order, you may be able to reconstitute the plot of a photo novel, like a new mirror of the legend of Viviourès and its 3 hermits.
he takes a drag, exhales slowly. the smoke lingers for a moment, then disappears, just like thoughts drifting away. silence in a crowded place. time pauses between the inhale and the exhale.
in a courtroom, you are questioned by others.
lawyers, a judge, a jury.
but the most difficult trial takes place
in the quiet moment before a mirror.
there, you are the witness, the prosecutor,
and the accused, all at once.
the evidence is your own reflection.
the gaze is steady, unflinching.
and the truth, for a brief moment,
is impossible to avoid.
Gallery exhibition poster of winged statue. Custom background, textures and effects. Type cast blends compliments of Katie Pertiet.
Hermes Kondor honored me with a retrospective of my work in Second Life. I suddenly felt very old... but it's only been three years. Only he can answer the question of why he wanted to do this; and in this context, I can only question myself. That is why I have called this retrospective "Introspective".
I have selected my most important exhibitions (almost all of them), and from them the images that resonate most with me now. Then, image by image, I have written down what I heard from the depths of my heart. Today is Sunday - if I had written these texts yesterday or tomorrow, they would have been different. Nothing is really important.
Tp to the Kondor Art Square
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in the vast, echoing expanse of berlin brandenburg airport, a lone traveler is caught in the soft embrace of solitude. her silhouette, outlined against the muted airport light, tells a story of quiet anticipation. shadows stretch long and silent, merging with her thoughts as she reads, lost in another world. the stillness around her amplifies the hum of distant engines and the soft murmur of announcements, creating a moment suspended in time where waiting becomes an introspective journey.
I was so very aware
that the afternoon was dying in the domes,
and all around me sounds froze,
turned to winding pillars.
I was so very aware
that the undulant drift of scents
was collapsing into darkness,
and it seemed I had never tasted
the cold.
Suddenly
I awoke so far away
and strange,
wandering behind my face
as though I had hidden my feelings
in the sensless relief of the moon.
I was so very aware
that
I did not recognize you, and perhaps
you come, always,
every hour, every second,
moving through my vigil - then -
as through the spectre of a triumphal arch.
poem by Nichita Stanescu called "Season's end"
beneath a cathedral of steel and glass, a lone traveler steps forward into converging lines and fading echoes. light pulses across the floor like breath, measuring distance and solitude. this is not an escape â it is an arrival into stillness.
Prompt: Create a high-resolution, ultra-detailed digital fine art landscape in a horizontal aspect ratio depicting a serene Dutch countryside scene at dawn. The composition features a tranquil canal stretching into the misty distance, bordered by tall, golden-brown reeds on both sides. On the left side of the canal, a small wooden rowboat sits still, gently moored along the bank, its reflection mirrored in the calm, glassy water.
To the right stands a classic Dutch windmill with weathered brick walls and large wooden sails, partially veiled by the soft, early morning fog. Nearby, a lone leafless tree stands silhouetted against the mist, enhancing the quiet, contemplative atmosphere. Faint outlines of distant trees and flat farmland fade into the foggy horizon, creating a sense of peaceful isolation.
The lighting is diffused and soft, with a cool color palette of muted grays, dusky blues, and pale golds. The mood is calm and introspective, evoking the quiet stillness of a mist-covered Dutch morning.
Style: Hyper-realistic fine art
Mood: Peaceful, moody, contemplative
Lighting: Soft diffused morning light through fog
Color Palette: Cool grays, pale blues, golden browns
Resolution: Ultra-high (suitable for large-format prints)
I enjoy still lifes. As a painter I was a follower of Peto, Chardin, Harnett. Thiebaud, van Aelst, Davidszoon de Heem. It was a way of studying light as well as a means of self expression. Often I found my still life paintings to be more introspective and expressive than any other work I did.
As a photographer, I've returned to the classical still life. To expedite things I have constructed an easy to move and light table of sorts with support for drapery. Underneath it has bins for commonly repeated subjects.
I'll spend upwards of an hour obsessing on placement, light and composition before I am satisfied. I find it to be therapeutic and relaxing. Something I can absolutely control as I discover the meaning of my days at the end of each day.
You can see some of them here.
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beneath the tilted no-parking sign, he walks as if boxed in by invisible limits. a hand to the head—maybe thought, maybe tension. the midday sun burns a path across his skin and the cracked white wall behind him offers no answers. just a command in red and blue: no left, no right.
she sat on a bench, scrolling, exhaling, lost in a thought she didn’t share. the smoke curled between us, vanishing before it could settle. a glance—direct, unreadable, gone in a second. plaça del rosari, a fleeting moment given, not taken.
Have you ever had one of those moments where you’re suddenly and unexpectedly transported to a different time and place? A feeling so bright that for a few seconds you can’t breathe, a flickering kaleidoscope of images bursting into your mind like the rapidly turning pages of a picture book.
Heading up through the ever-darkening hedgerows from a deserted cove I had been shooting at a few nights ago was one of those moments. Maybe it was the warm summer air or the scent of flowers drifting over the fields. Or even the fireflies flitting in and out of my vision, tiny pin pricks of light dancing on their nocturnal stage. But for whatever reason, I was suddenly in Tuscany again, the morning dew saturated with the oily fragrance of wild herbs and the mist filled valleys unfolding beneath me. I wasn’t intending to post this image but to me this represents a perfect moment in time. A time when we could travel easily. When everything seemed to be within our reach. In some ways, a time of innocence before the world changed.
But before you all think I’ve turned melancholy and introspective, don't worry. The next image is business as usual with a tale of stupidity, mistaken identity and embarrassment on the beach.
Enjoying my time away from the NHS- thank you to those who have emailed and messaged in my absence from here. Have a great week, Flickrites.