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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.
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.
Listen How the west was lost Carlos Nakai y Peter Kater
This breathtaking soundtrack by to the second part of the Discovery Channel broadcast features the distinctive collaboration of Peter Kater and R. Carlos Nakai.
How the West Was Lost II
Kater and Nakai's collaboration, at times introspective and reverential, passionate and proud, blends European derived instruments and vocals with those of the Native Americans to create a powerful and haunting backdrop to this arresting series. Guest performers include: Joanne Shenandoah, White Oak Singers, Cecil Hooker, Chris White, Marty Goodbear and more.
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Talking Heads - Once In A Lifetime
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And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
wife
And you may ask yourself-Well...How did I get here?
.......
And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right?...Am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?
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♪The Blowers Daughter - Damien Rice♫
"Corações nunca serão práticos enquanto não forem feitos para não se partirem".
Para tirar essa foto eu coloquei a câmera literalmente no teto, sim no teto grudada com durex ai de vez em quando tirava olhava o que tinha dado e colocava de novo, não tinha outro jeito de pegar esse ângulo aqui¬¬
Introspective weekend ahead as weather still refuses to play ball.
On my foggy commutes this week I often wondered how high you’d need to go to see blue skies
To recline is to listen inward—an invitation to ease the breath, soften the shoulders, and rest in a moment that asks nothing of us but presence. In the clamor of modern life, where movement is often mistaken for meaning, stillness offers a quiet rebellion.
It’s not laziness or retreat, but a profound form of trust: that we are enough without the constant proving. I think of golden light pooling on a carpet, a cat stretching unapologetically across a windowsill, or the way dusk pours itself gently into a room. Stillness, in these moments, is not absence—it’s grace.
To truly recline is to allow the world to come to us, rather than chase after it. The fire warms not because we tend to it, but because we draw near. In this softened state, we absorb more—beauty, clarity, comfort. We become porous to goodness.
Rest is no longer a reward for exhaustion; it’s a recognition of worth. There’s something sacred in that surrender, where movement gives way to meaning felt rather than forged. And in that space, reclined and receptive, we remember a truth too often forgotten: that stillness doesn’t diminish us—it completes us.
*366 photos for the 20's 01/17*
this year I will try to choose one photo a day for this pseudo-project, no matter the motive, style, colour or technique. encouraging myself to shoot everyday, even if I can't go outside.
Despite returning to the location on several occasions over the past year, I last worked an image of Millwall Inner Dock at the start of 2015. The site at the centre of the Isle of Dogs has undergone extensive construction work over the years, and when I last photographed the location, Baltimore Tower was a construction site. Now, nearly two years later, the 45-storey building dwarfs the Lotus floating restaurant beneath it and soars as high as the buildings at the centre of Canary Wharf.
Capturing the scene with a clear reflection is a challenge because it depends not only on a very low wind speed but also on minimal activity from sailing boats, canoers and the occasional paddling of ducks. On a recent winter afternoon, when the wind speed dropped to 1mph for several hours and when subzero temperatures meant no one was eager to venture outdoors unless they needed to, the right opportunity to capture the scene presented itself. The final image is a combination of photographs that I began capturing at sunset with a two-minute exposure, building on this with four-, five-, eight- and nine-minute exposures as late-afternoon turned to dusk, and finishing with an early-evening 12-minute exposure. Each exposure contributed different details, from the final traces of sunshine across the southwest corners of the buildings and a soft pink glow on the horizon to the deep chilly hue of the evening's blue hour and the cityscape lights being switched on. Two-and-a-half hours after I began shooting, I had all of the exposures I needed to create the image I wanted.
Beginning with one of the dusk exposures as my template, I blended in traces of the afternoon sunlight and the building lights in Photoshop using the Lighten blend mode, which was a gradual process using several exposures as more and more of the lights switched on. This was also a selective process because the lights inside South Quay station were much brighter than some of the apartment lights and needed to be toned down with a low-flow brush, and because I wasn't particularly interested in adding lights from the cranes, which continued operating at Canary Wharf's south dock well into the evening. After this phase, I used the Pen Tool to isolate the sky and the dock's reflection, and used a radial gradient mask to blend in the warmer tones in the sky behind Canary Wharf. Capturing a smooth progression from a gentle red to a muted orange and then to a soft pink that faded into the colder sky was important to me because it seemed like this was where viewers' eyes would immediately be drawn when they first see the image.
With the blending phase complete, colour-grading the image was a straightforward process involving Hue/Saturation, Colour Balance, Selective Colour and Gradient Map adjustments. I also applied a very low-opacity Colour Lookup set to the Futuristic Bleak preset, desaturating some of the brighter colours and playing up the more muted tones. Using Silver Efex Pro set to Luminosity, I then added a small amount of shadow and midtone structure to the buildings, as well as raising the sensitivity of the reds and yellows to gently brighten the horizon. Finally, in Colour Efex Pro, I applied a small amount of the Pro Contrast and Detail Extractor filters to give the buildings a final bit of definition against the sky and to bring out some of the finer details in the building lights.
The final image is intended very much as a companion to the sunrise at South Dock which I captured a year ago, but at the same time there were subtle differences to the scene. The cityscape had the same vibrance and energy, and the reflection conveyed the same elegance and tranquillity, but somehow there seemed to be something darker, moodier and more introspective about this vantage point. As people coming home to their apartments in the residential buildings switched on their lights and opened the doors to their balconies to take in the view, I couldn't help wondering what it must be like to see such dramatic redevelopment taking place around them, and how impermanent, but perhaps also how full of possibility, this transforming spectacle must be to someone seeing it change bit by bit each day.
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a corridor of stone and shadow, carved by light and memory. the figure rests, nameless, leaning into the quiet weight of evening. moments like this don’t speak—they resonate.
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This image is a picturesque embodiment of nature's quiet dialogue, captured from the secluded banks of a serene lakeside. The foreground is adorned with tall, slender reeds standing like nature's sentinels at the water's edge, swaying softly with the whispers of the wind. Through the natural archway formed by the overhanging willow branches and the sturdy trunks of the trees, one's gaze is drawn to the expansive body of the lake, its surface a mirror reflecting the clear sky and the distant, gentle slopes of the hills beyond. The lush greenery and the calm, soothing waters conjure a sense of seclusion and tranquility, offering a sanctuary for both wildlife and introspective souls. It's a scene where the rustle of leaves and the quiet lapping of water against the shore compose the ambient symphony of the great outdoors. This photograph is a reminder of the still moments of beauty that lie waiting in our natural surroundings, inviting us to step outside and partake in the peace they offer.