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Been trying to tidy up my archived photos and just saving the ones I thought might be worth looking back on.
This was quite a cheap ukulele at the time but I was attracted to the colour. I've since upgraded to a really nice one that has a much better sound and I think I may have a go at photographing this one on the same trunk.
The trunk is just a small wooden one that I did a bit of decoupage on in my 'crafty' days. I cut up a load of redundant sheet music and varnished over it for permanence.
Technically it may not be the best of pics, done with an ordinary Canon Ixus and before I was really 'into' my photography ....
Em jornada inerte
permanência solitária
sem sul sem norte,
mas pés descalços
se morrer assim,
sem medo
não dêem os restos
a ratos do deserto
e sim a ilustres homens
abstratos, abjetos
como eu, submersos.
Fábio Camacho
In inert journey
permanence hole
no north without south,
but bare feet
die if so,
without fear
do not give the remains
the rats of the desert
but the illustrious men
abstract, abject
like me, submerged.
Change is the only constant
Impermanence is the only permanence
Formlessness is the only form
Mortality is the only immortality
This is what the sky tells us......
We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.
Zhuangzi
My favourite Sim in SL was called "Wintermoon". I saw "was". because sadly, like a lot of things in SL, it couldn't retain permanence. On day it was just...gone...
I would go there to find solace for myself when I was hurting or lonely or both. I would take friends or more so to there to experience the beauty of the sims - arguably the best ones in Second Life - and also to "hear the calling".
Each time I went there, despite the hundred plus times I went, I would feel "called" to a particular area that somehow I had never seen and experienced before there. Somehow in the spot, I would find peace and easement of mind. Somehow many of those I cared about did too.
This picture is one of the 124 Flickr's servers up and "ate" out of 142 pictures I had journaled. For reasons unknown, Flickr "ate" the pictures and a team of six of their people took three days to find them again for me.
Every single one.
For that, I was eternally grateful as my health as it is means I can't always trust my brain and documenting my SL for better or worse via Flickr, helped me to preserve the experiences and memories of our digital world.
The catch was all my writing, song links etc, were still gone. the pictures remain and tell a story unto themselves, but the context is vague and cloudy without the journaling. Still, they are here again. In my hard drive and I can share once more a moment from the past - now a glance if you will.
I do know this was Wintermoon. I do know I was troubled looking for answers that day when wandering and I most especially know the sim "showed me" where to be and what do, so I sat, read by the sea and forest and settled my mind.
For that, for Wintermoon, I am forever grateful.
Be of peace all of you.
- Katherine
Antsirabe (Madagascar) - Aux abords du marché couvert, très tôt le matin pour capter les lumières les plus douces. Manque de chance, ce jour là, le temps était maussade. Il a fallu attendre 10 h-10h30 que que les premiers rayons du soleil apparaissent et réchauffe une ville réputée « froide ». Je confirme.
Quand je suis retombé sur cette photo qui n’avait jamais été sélectionnée, je me suis demandé si je n’avais pas utilisé un flash ? J’étais d’autant plus étonnée du rendu, que mon moyen-format Fuji n’est pas équipé d’une prothèse lumineuse. J’ai bien un mini flash que j’emmène en voyage par habitude, au cas ou… mais il reste en permanence à l’hôtel.
Mais non, pas de flash ici que de la bonne lumière naturelle.
Antsirabe (Madagascar) - Near the covered market, very early in the morning to capture the softest lights. Unfortunately, the weather was gloomy that day. We had to wait until 10-10:30 for the first rays of the sun to appear and warm up a city known for being "cold". I confirm.
When I came across this photo that had never been selected, I wondered if I had used a flash? I was all the more surprised by the result, since my medium-format Fuji is not equipped with a light prosthesis. I do have a mini flash that I take on trips out of habit, just in case... but it stays at the hotel all the time. But no, no flash here, just good natural light.
Thanks for the comments, faves and visits
This evocative image captures a serene moment as day gently fades into evening. At the heart of the composition stands a classic outdoor lamp, its cylindrical glass housing speckled with raindrops or condensation, hinting at the day's passing weather. The lamp's black metal frame and wide brim create a striking silhouette against the soft, muted sky.
To the left, lush white roses in full bloom lean into the frame, their petals glowing with an ethereal quality in the fading light. These delicate blossoms provide a beautiful contrast to the lamp's sturdy structure, embodying the interplay between nature's fleeting beauty and man-made permanence.
In the background, the blurred outlines of trees and buildings suggest a tranquil garden or park setting. The overall atmosphere is one of quiet transition, where the warm glow of artificial light is about to take over from the retreating natural daylight.
This image invites contemplation, evoking feelings of nostalgia and peace. It speaks to the magic of twilight hours, when the world seems to pause between day and night, bathed in a soft, dreamlike ambiance. The combination of the lamp and the luminous roses creates a poetic visual metaphor for hope and beauty persisting even as darkness falls.
Paris / Rive droite / Berges piétonnes de la Seine
FR : “Wo viel Licht ist, ist starker Schatten" (Goethe)
Ce que me suggère cette photo (a posteriori, car pas eu le temps de philosopher à la prise de vue) c'est que pour espérer découvrir un jour son ombre, il faut d'abord parvenir à s’extraire de sa propre obscurité...
Pensée physico-philosophique personnelle, vicieuse comme un proverbe chinois, mais à méditer, car d'une grande sagesse de vie !
Et qui, de surcroît, et sur un plan exclusivement photographique, s'applique parfaitement à la critique violente et sans concession qu’il est indispensable de pratiquer en permanence sur ses propres photos… avant de commettre l'irréparable en les postant au monde entier ! 😎
EN : "There is a strong shadow where there is much light" (Goethe)
What this photo means (a posteriori, because there is no time to philosophize before shooting):
"To be able to see your own shadow, you must first get out of your own darkness"
Meditate this personal physico-philosophical thought, vicious as a Chinese proverb, because secret of wisdom!
Moreover, and on an exclusively photographic level, to be also applied to the violent and uncompromising self-criticism that everybody must practice on his own photos... before posting them worldwide 😎
@GallerieDell'Accademia
The title comes from an installation I've seen at International Architecture Exhibition "Biennale Architettura - Reporting From The Front".
My attempt here was to conjure themes of mortality, ritual, and transcendence through its curated symbolism and dramatic lighting. The crucifix and rosary evoke spiritual devotion, while the skull crowned with a melting candle suggests the passage of time and inevitable decay. The thurible introduces a liturgical element, hinting at purification or the presence of the divine. its presence adds a potent layer of symbolism. The priest’s collar encircling the crucifix visually binds institutional faith to personal sacrifice. It’s not just a garment; it’s a signifier of clerical authority, devotion, and spiritual duty. By wrapping it around the crucifix, the composition suggests a merging of human vocation with divine suffering—perhaps even a commentary on the burden of spiritual leadership or the tension between dogma and transcendence.
The circular form of the collar also echoes themes of eternity and enclosure, reinforcing the idea of ritual cycles and the inescapable nature of mortality and redemption. Its stark whiteness against the darker tones draws the eye, acting as both halo and shackle—depending on how one reads the scene. It’s a subtle but powerful gesture that deepens the narrative and invites theological reflection. The red light painting casts a somber, almost infernal glow, intensifying the gothic mood and drawing attention to the textures of metal, bone, and wax. Each object feels deliberately placed, inviting the viewer to contemplate the tension between sacred and profane, permanence and impermanence. The composition’s stark contrasts and symbolic layering create a visual meditation on death, faith, and the mysteries that lie beyond the veil.
Mary Ann Falls, Cape Breton Highlands National Park, Nova Scotia, Canada
This is a small falls at the end of a 7km dirt road off the main park road. It is not the tallest falls in the park but has the most volume of water.
What I discovered interesting is the falls give off a brown glow due to the tannins in the water, which also blends well in the surrounding fall colors. What do you think?
White Canvas by Diconay Boa, the May exhibition @ Nitroglobus
Diconay explains:
Tattoos are jewelry for the skin.
People get them for many reasons: for attention, self-expression, artistic freedom,
rebellion, a visual display of a personal narrative, reminders of spiritual/cultural traditions, sexual motivation, addiction, identification with a group or even drunken impulsiveness. Our current society craves individuality and self expression. And now many people wear their artistic expression.
Tattoos are especially interesting in the virtual world because of its lack of permanence on a virtual mesh body. But someone talented in the digital arts can really make it look surreal and beautiful.
To me tattoos represent creativity, sensuality and this is what I have hoped to achieve in this study. This exhibit is a study of second life tattoos and my interpretation of the work of some tattoo artists in SL.
This is the reason I call this exhibit a White Canvas, representing the bare skin on which will be imprinted memories, emotions and art.
I hope you take some joy from it.
Welcome to my head and heart.
taxi to Nitroglobus: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunshine%20Homestead/38/22...
Sculptures shown by the late Nitro Fireguard
In the Arctic, every road is a fragment—built within a community, never stretching to the next. Permafrost heaves, ice scours, and thawing ground undo permanence, leaving networks isolated like islands in a frozen sea. The path ahead is always local, never connecting, a reminder that in this landscape, continuity is impossible to pave.
Meet the photographer : youtu.be/-iMIpSY85K4?si=49HeBYGjZCfI1pcX
There are places that time forgets. Not because they vanish, but because they stay. They remain rooted while everything around them shifts—like a motel porch in the shadow of a skyline, or a rusted sign still promising cable TV in a world that streams everything.
This place doesn’t belong. Not to the polished rhythm of the city, not to the glass-and-steel ambition that surrounds it. It’s too slow, too sentimental, too analog. It creaks where others hum. It invites pause in a culture of motion.
And yet—somehow—it belongs more than ever.
It belongs because it reminds us of what permanence feels like. Because in a world obsessed with reinvention, it dares to remain. It belongs to the quiet moments we forget to seek: the hush of a porch at dusk, the faded warmth of wood touched by decades of weather and memory. It belongs to the stories that don’t need hashtags or algorithms to matter.
This place is a contradiction. It’s a relic, yes—but also a refuge. A space where the past isn’t erased, just folded gently into the present. Where the old chair still waits, the plant still grows, and the air still holds the scent of something familiar.
To stand here is to feel time differently. Not as a line, but as a layering. A collage of what was and what still is. And in that layering, this place finds its power—not in relevance, but in resonance.
It doesn’t belong. And that’s exactly why it does.
What is reality? Is it the reliable permanence of certain perceptions?
What happens when reality is not reliable?
What breaks when reality becomes unreal?
This is a reflection of one building in the glass of another.
Founded in 1904 and dead by 1916, Rhyolite was one of several short lived boom-towns from the late Gold Rush era. People were drawn to the desert on the edge of Death Valley by the promise of gold found amongst quartz in local mines, and by 1906 the town had all the promising indicators of permanence with largest population in the area. On March 14, 1911 the directors voted to close down the Montgomery Shoshone mine and mill. In 1916 the lights and power were finally turned off in the town.
Western honey bee
European honey bee
The western honey bee or European honey bee (Apis mellifera) is the most common of the 7–12 species of honey bees worldwide. The genus name Apis is Latin for 'bee', and mellifera is the Latin for 'honey-bearing' or 'honey-carrying', referring to the species' production of honey.
Quick Facts Conservation status, Scientific classification ...
Like all honey bee species, the western honey bee is eusocial, creating colonies with a single fertile female (or "queen"), many normally non-reproductive females or "workers", and a small proportion of fertile males or "drones". Individual colonies can house tens of thousands of bees. Colony activities are organized by complex communication between individuals, through both pheromones and the waggle dance.
The western honey bee was one of the first domesticated insects, and it is the primary species maintained by beekeepers to this day for both its honey production and pollination activities. With human assistance, the western honey bee now occupies every continent except Antarctica. Western honey bees are threatened by pests and diseases, especially the Varroa mite and colony collapse disorder. There are indications that the species is rare, if not extinct in the wild in Europe and as of 2014, the western honey bee was assessed as "Data Deficient" on the IUCN Red List. Numerous studies indicate that the species has undergone significant declines in Europe; however, it is not clear if they refer to population reduction of wild or managed colonies. Further research is required to enable differentiation between wild and non-wild colonies in order to determine the conservation status of the species in the wild, meaning self sustaining, without treatments or management.
Western honey bees are an important model organism in scientific studies, particularly in the fields of social evolution, learning, and memory; they are also used in studies of pesticide toxicity, especially via pollen, to assess non-target impacts of commercial pesticides.
Distribution and habitat
The visualization shows the historical introductions of western honey bees, Apis mellifera, into the United States. In particular, the visualization takes into account four categories of data. The first is the country from which the bees were exported (on the left side of the diagram), then the state into which the bees were imported (on the right side of the diagram), the year in which the shipment took place (represented with a black dot aligned to the relative year on the bottom), and the subspecies of Apis mellifera shipped (represented with the respective color in the legend). A legend included in the visualization helps understand the meaning of the graphic elements.
Visualization showing the various importations of the western honey bee into the United States.
The western honey bee can be found on every continent except Antarctica. The species is believed to have originated in Africa or Asia, and it spread naturally through Africa, the Middle East and Europe. Humans are responsible for its considerable additional range, introducing European subspecies into North America (early 1600s), South America, Australia, New Zealand, and eastern Asia.
Subspecies
Main article: List of Apis mellifera subspecies
Western honey bees adapted to the local environments as they spread geographically. These adaptations include synchronizing colony cycles to the timing of local flower resources, forming a winter cluster in colder climates, migratory swarming in Africa, and enhanced foraging behavior in desert areas. All together, these variations resulted in 31 recognized subspecies.
Previously it was believed that the various subspecies were all cross-fertile, but in 2013 it was found that the A. m. mellifera queens do not mate with non-A. m. mellifera drones.
The subspecies are divided into four major branches, based on work by Ruttner and confirmed by mitochondrial DNA analysis. African subspecies belong to branch A, northwestern European subspecies branch M, southwestern European subspecies branch C and Middle Eastern subspecies branch O.[citation needed]
Life cycle
Main article: Honey bee life cycle
Colony life cycle
Swarm of honey bees on a wooden fence rail
A bee swarm. Bees are unaggressive in this state, since they have no hive to protect.
Unlike most other bee species, western honey bees have perennial colonies which persist year after year. Because of this high degree of sociality and permanence, western honey bee colonies can be considered superorganisms. This means that reproduction of the colony, rather than individual bees, is the biologically significant unit. Western honey bee colonies reproduce through a process called "swarming".
In most climates, western honey bees swarm in the spring and early summer, when there is an abundance of blooming flowers from which to collect nectar and pollen. In response to these favorable conditions, the hive creates one to two dozen new queens. Just as the pupal stages of these "daughter queens" are nearly complete, the old queen and approximately two-thirds of the adult workers leave the colony in a swarm, traveling some distance to find a new location suitable for building a hive (e.g., a hollow tree trunk). In the old colony, the daughter queens often start "piping", just prior to emerging as adults, and, when the daughter queens eventually emerge, they fight each other until only one remains; the survivor then becomes the new queen. If one of the sisters emerges before the others, she may kill her siblings while they are still pupae, before they have a chance to emerge as adults.
Once she has dispatched all of her rivals, the new queen, the only fertile female, lays all the eggs for the old colony, which her mother has left. Virgin females are able to lay eggs, which develop into males (a trait found in bees, wasps, and ants because of haplodiploidy). However, she requires a mate to produce female offspring, which comprise 90% or more of bees in the colony at any given time. Thus, the new queen goes on one or more nuptial flights, each time mating with 1–17 drones. Once she has finished mating, usually within two weeks of emerging, she remains in the hive, playing the primary role of laying eggs.
Throughout the rest of the growing season, the colony produces many workers, who gather pollen and nectar as cold-season food; the average population of a healthy hive in midsummer may be as high as 40,000 to 80,000 bees. Nectar from flowers is processed by worker bees, who evaporate it until the moisture content is low enough to discourage mold, transforming it into honey, which can then be capped over with wax and stored almost indefinitely.
Schloss Windsor liegt in Südengland in der Grafschaft Berkshire. Es gehört der britischen Krone und ist das größte durchgängig bewohnte Schloss der Welt. Diese Aufnahme zeigt den Südflügel.
Windsor Castle is located in southern England in the county of Berkshire. Owned by the British Crown, it is the largest continuously inhabited castle in the world. This capture shows the south side.
El castillo de Windsor se encuentra en el sur de Inglaterra, en el condado de Berkshire. Propiedad de la corona británica, es el castillo habitado continuamente más grande del mundo. Esta foto muestra el lado sur.
Le château de Windsor est situé dans le sud de l'Angleterre, dans le comté de Berkshire. Propriété de la Couronne britannique, c'est le plus grand château habité en permanence au monde. Cette photo montre le côte sud.
A simple declaration of love, a simple declaration of faith. The stones that mark many Jewish graves are placed for a variety of reasons, but to me this seems most appropriate, as quoted from the Jewish Learning, the following: "While flowers may be a good metaphor for the brevity of life, stones seem better suited to the permanence of memory. Stones do not die".
"Seen anything interesting?" I knew where the question was leading. Whenever anybody asks this, you know they think you're trying to photograph an unseen bird or a squirrel racing through the trees above your head. You also know the truth is going to draw that oh so familiar faintly worried expression. They were the only couple I'd seen, or indeed would see as I skulked beneath the very wet canopy and as always I resisted the response I'd like to have given. If I'd said it they'd have just thought I was even more weird than they probably already did. "Yes. All around us right now. Trees, bluebells, wild garlic. What? Can't you see them?" Politely I responded. I was just enjoying the trees and trying to take a passable photograph of them. Then rather stupidly and without due qualification; "I'm a woodland photographer you see." It never comes out right. They smiled politely in return and moved on - ever so slightly more quickly than the pace at which they'd arrived at the place where they'd found the strange man standing midstream in his wellies peering vacantly into the distance.
If you're reading this, there's a good chance that you understand, because perhaps woodland makes you feel the same way. If I could choose any single environment in which to let my sensory organs run riot, this is it. Birdsong, whispering leaves and a rushing stream - what more do you really need? Nigel Danson said exactly the same thing in his latest YouTube offering this morning - he always sums these things up well. And as for the trees themselves - well we wouldn't be here without them would we? Try telling that to the president of Brazil. At least his lumberjacks can't get their bandsaws on this little patch of heaven on the west side of Camborne. There's a sense of permanence about trees that almost nothing else alive can match. I wish I knew more about them and I'm resolved to spend more time learning how to photograph these environments.
It was Saturday. The grey sky was full of wind and rain and I was on the verge of staying home like most other people surely would. But as I'd headed up to the bakery for my weekend pasty treat, I noticed how brightly the new leaves shone on the soaking wet beech trees. And so I resolved to come here to see how the colours looked, hopeful that the bold limes would contrast neatly with the bluebells, which had finally sprung to life after a week of damp conditions. The colours were so vivid I almost needed sunglasses, especially once I'd decided to use the polariser. In fact I ended up reducing the saturation in this umpteenth edit of a scene that might look familiar if you noticed my last post. Familiar yet different.
It was a strange visit. You're never sure if you're truly alone in the woods, and as I approached the area dominated by two huge sets of mossy boulders I spotted what looked like a bright blue sleeping bag in the hollow of the larger one. Unsure whether someone was watching me from a hidden space I moved on. Picking another composition a lump of dead branch thudded heavily onto the ground nearby, wrested from somewhere above by the strengthening wind. Any closer and my thin hat wasn't going to provide much in the way of protection against falling pieces of dead timber. Suddenly being alone felt lonely. The camera was soaking wet and it was time to go home.
THE NEW STANDARD BICYCLE RACK FOR NYC
The Hoop Rack designed by Ian Mahaffy and Maarten de Greeve is the new standard bicycle rack for the streets of New York City. There are over 5000 racks installed throughout the city, as part of a larger initiative that is helping transform New York into a cycle-friendly city — designed for the New York City Department of Transportation (
The circular shape of the Hoop Rack provides accessible locking points all around its profile for all sizes of bicycle frames and wheels. An intersecting horizontal bar is at an optimal height for locking the bicycle frame. Moreover, the slimline design profile allows it to be easily installed on the crowded NYC sidewalks while consuming a minimum space and preventing congestion. As a whole and in its details, there are sharp or protruding edges or parts that could cause harm to pedestrians or bicycles.
Our aim for the design was twofold, to create a simple yet symbolic design for NYC and improved functionality over the existing installed racks. The circular and wheel like form is the symbol and expresses a strong relationship with the bicycle, helping with functional communication.
Though the form, materials and manufacturing process we considered how well it should fit into different urban environments from the more modern and new build areas of Manhattan to the classic and historic neighbourhoods like the brownstones around Brooklyn.
Creating a design that could stand the test of time, survive harsh weather and treatment on the streets of NYC was critical. The pure form of the circle has inert strength as well as a simplicity to being timeless.
We considered a permanent look in the NYC urban environment, and material choice and production methods helped achieve this. We also wanted a good fit with other street features such as utility hole covers and quality park benches. For strength (tried and tested), character, permanence and solidity cast iron was selected.
The simple pared down form allows for multiple racks to be placed close together without becoming an ‘eyesore,’ crude looking, attention seeking or overbearing. The clean and simple design makes this possible.
“Mahaffy and DeGreeve have created a bike rack that works beautifully in a variety of contexts: in historic districts and newly built environments. The form of the rack-a wheel-is ‘product semantics’ in motion!
Mahaffy and De Greeve’s design reflects a modern simplicity that will greatly enhance the City’s streetscape. The rack is round with a horizontal crossbar, evoking an abstracted bicycle tire. Constructed of cast-metal, the design is elegant yet sturdy enough to withstand New York cyclists’ harsh treatment.”
along the bay of pollença, a cyclist slices through the frame with kinetic energy, a blur against the permanence of a graffiti-adorned relic. here, motion contrasts with the stillness of an old wall that whispers tales of a slower time, its vibrant tags a testament to the stories layered upon its stone skin over the years. the cyclist, possibly a local or a traveler seeking the island's breezy shores, becomes part of this living tableau — a fleeting presence against the backdrop of a motionless sentinel that has seen many like him pass by.
that nature can achieve :-) George Santayana
HPPT!!
pink American beautyberry, 'Welch's Pink', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, Raleigh, north carolina
It's a crazy, endlessly-changing world we live in currently, but the seeming permanence of two simple things on the railroad continue to amaze me: Bensenville's Tower B-17 is still standing and staffed, and Canadian Pacific still rosters a dwindling but not insignificant number of SD40-2s. Here they meet on a flat overcast afternoon, moving together into an uncertain future.
The Celtic tradition of handfasting is the binding of a couples hands to symbolize a spiritual and physical union of their lives, hands of the couple tied together with ribbons that symbolize different aspects of their union. Lives and spirits joined in love and trust, performed in the beautiful surrounds of Lost Unicorn.
Hearts of the Claddagh turned inward to symbolise the permanence of the promises made - "May your hands be forever clasped in friendship and your hearts joined forever in love"
We have had a Disney wedding and a service in a Scottish church but making this commitment to one another in a place that means so much to us and in a way that honours our Celtic lineage makes this ritual all the more meaningful
Does the Sahara have a voice?
The wind can speak in terrifying roars, whipping the dunes into a fury. The grasses and trees that grow can be heard whispering among themselves. The grains of sand chitter and hiss if you listen.
But the dunes themselves seem mute, getting our attention instead through infinite spectrums of form and color.
Their imposing peaks, their sinuous curves; there is movement in their stillness, humility in their magnificence. They provide the permanence of a mountain range, but flow like a river, shapeshifting before our very eyes.
The milky, pinky taupe colors of morning seem aloof, preoccupied, while the golden caramels of noon belie a deadly indifference as the sun rises to power. The ripening brilliant oranges of evening tease survival, and the seductive, fiery russet reds after sunset celebrate the coming of night, when the desert reawakens and comes to life.
Eventually, all fades into an endless, inky blackness, keeping the desert's secrets well hidden beneath a tapestry of stars.
Does the Sahara have a voice?
I think the desert speaks to all who will listen, even her silence is a symphony. What is she saying? Perhaps only those born of the desert can truly know. Her lessons are many and man's life but a sigh.
Artist’s Statement:
An Abstract of the river Findhorn bank near Logie Steading, Moray Scotland.
This work seeks to capture the silent dialogue between movement and stillness at the river’s edge—a space where light and shadow, surface and depth, merge into a dynamic equilibrium.
The composition is an exploration of contrast: the rich, earthen tones of the riverbank—deep reds, browns, and umbers—anchor the upper left of the canvas, while the foreground dissolves into near-black, an abyssal stillness that hints at unseen depths beneath the reflective skin of the water.
A rhythmic ripple effect permeates the painting, a visual echo of the river’s imperceptible motion, where surface tension holds both clarity and distortion in balance. Eddies of white and blue swirl in delicate vortices, ephemeral and fleeting, hinting at the unseen currents beneath. These bubbling eddies act as markers of time’s passage, brief yet persistent, endlessly reforming in the water’s ceaseless, whispering flow.
Reflections emerge as luminous counterpoints—tree forms abstracted into gleaming bands of silver, white, and orange, fractured yet radiant. They hover on the surface, existing as both presence and illusion, a liminal interplay between the tangible and the intangible. The weight of the river is felt in the dark undertones, an enigmatic stillness beneath the glistening veil of light and colour.
The brushwork is bold, yet restrained—gestural strokes capturing the river’s slow pulse, the almost imperceptible movement of time suspended in fluid form. This piece is not just an image of water; it is an evocation of its quiet power, its layered complexities, and its ability to hold within it both the weight of permanence and the transience of fleeting moments.
At daybreak this December 1st:
Today the mistral is blowing and it is cold, 1.7 ° C. The clouds are constantly heckling and the sky is constantly changing. At the moment T I take this photo but fifteen minutes later everything is blocked, dark, gray.
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Aujourd'hui le mistral souffle et il fait froid, 1,7° C. Les nuages sont chahutés en permanence et le ciel change sans arrêt. A l'instant T je prends cette photo mais quinze minutes plus tard tout est bouché, sombre, gris.
at last! way back in January I applied for permanent residency here in Iceland (the equivalent of the US’s green card) — and it’s finally been approved!!!! i am so so SO relieved and excited!!
permanence at rest and permanence in motion.... Stephen Donaldson
This is one of the many boat ramps that access Raby Bay, Brisbane. It was beautifully calm this morning and slow moving storms could be seen on the horizon with occasional flashes of lightening. Unfortunately no electrical activity in this one but I liked the lighting on the bay from a gap in the clouds. This scene made me think of 'The Land' in The Cronicles of Thomas Convenant for some strange reason.
19mm | ISO 100 | f/10.0 | 79 sec
Hoya NDx400, LEE 0.9ND G H, LEE 0.6ND G S
Absence- of people we love, of social contact, of "normalcy", whatever that meant- has come to define our lives this year, and probably will continue to as we move into 2021. In the absence of trains, shoot the track structure itself- it's much more solid, lasting, real, and timeless than many things these days. There's a good reason the British call it the "permanent way".
Union Pacific Milwaukee Sub, West Allis, Wisconsin
This is a minimalist shot of a belfry at sunset on Santorini Island, Greece. If the structural materials in the belfry's image speak to earthy permanence, the Cycladic Light reflected in its surface indicates something more evanescent.
the mountains do not judge. they carry the weight of ages in their fissures, silent witnesses to everything that was and will be. mist is a fleeting thought against their permanence. light falls upon them not as a grace, but as an interrogation, revealing a momentary truth. and in the shadows between them, everything we do not know resides.
"Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after the other." - Walter Elliott
"Permanence, perseverance and persistence in spite of all obstacle s, discouragement s, and impossibilities: It is this, that in all things distinguishes the strong soul from the weak." - Thomas Carlyle
"Failure after long perseverance is much grander than never to have a striving good enough to be called a failure." - George Eliot
"Perseverance, secret of all triumphs." - Victor Hugo
I am trying something new with my table top still lifes. Instead of using the table top I have been experimenting with using different textured and colored card stock. I got this idea from a link auntneecey posted to a Brooke Lark
at Cheeky Kitchen. Of course, this is not a food related picture but her notions are interesting. I found some of her tips also can be applied to nonfood still lifes as well. :)
Epitaph For A Romantic Woman
She has attained the permanence
She dreamed of, where old stones lie sunning.
Untended stalks blow over her
Even and swift, like young men running.
Always in the heart she loved
Others had lived, -- she heard their laughter.
She lies where none has lain before,
Where certainly none will follow after.
-Louise Bogan
there’s a quiet charm in the timelessness of the bouquinistes of paris. once guardians of books, they now curate nostalgia—posters from another era, magazines with forgotten headlines, and a sense of permanence in an ever-changing city. this man, with his steady gaze and relaxed posture, seems almost like a relic himself, embodying the calm resilience of his trade. fallen leaves frame the scene, as if autumn itself has paused to pay respect to a tradition slowly evolving, yet refusing to fade.
The Alberta Legislature Building is located on a promontory overlooking the scenic North Saskatchewan River valley in downtown Edmonton. It was built between 1907 and 1913 in the Beaux Arts style by architects Allan Merrick Jeffers and Richard Blakey, with Montreal architect Percy Nobbs helping with the final revisions. It was built between 1907 and 1912, with the first legislative session taking place on 30 November 1911.
The use of Greek, Roman, and Egyptian architectural influences was considered appropriate for a public building, as they suggested power, permanence, and tradition.
This description incorporates text from the English Wikipedia.
« Nous ne goûterons pas la douceur des permanences, la quiétude qui sourd de ce qui déborde et conforte notre brève saison. » (P.B.)
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One last crazy image, before I return to shooting trees and rocks. This was taken in Amsterdam in 2022 at ARCAM, the city's centre for architecture.
Of course, I had to once more let Chat GPT interpret the scene and create an 'artist's statement'. I find these hysterically funny...
"This piece explores themes of structure, memory, and the ethereal nature of identity within the modern world. The rigid three-dimensional grid of blue steel and glass represents order, logic, and the constructed frameworks—both physical and ideological—that define contemporary existence. Yet, within and through this structure, a ghostly figure emerges: an older man, seen from below, his presence both fleeting and embedded within the architecture.
The monochromatic blue tones unify the sky and the structure, blurring the lines between permanence and impermanence, between what is built and what is remembered. The figure, translucent and spectral, suggests a lingering presence—perhaps of wisdom, history, or a consciousness that has become entwined with the very structures we create. Is he an architect of this world, or is he trapped within it? Does he watch over the space, or is he fading into it?
By merging solidity with ephemerality, this piece asks viewers to consider the intersection of human presence and the systems we build. How much of ourselves becomes part of the structures that surround us? And when we are gone, do these structures continue to hold our memory, or do they erase us entirely?"
Yeah, right, sure. Why not....
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