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“Are you going to carry on like this all the way through the series?” Ali had already had enough of the grumbling monster at the other end of the sofa. “They're only using all of these locations to show off the county.” I tried to maintain my silence, but the red rag had been waved and I'd already climbed onto the highest horse in the neighbouring field and was chasing off after it like a hungry zealot. “But this couple live in Mevagissey, the others are so loaded that they've managed to build a multi million pound property at, isn't that Mawgan Porth, and yet they've bumped into each other by total coincidence at Penzance lido! Who goes to Penzance lido when they live at Mawgan Porth for goodness sake? It must be at least forty miles each way. There's a leisure centre at Newquay. We live much closer to Penzance and I've only ever been in that lido once. You've never been in it at all and you were born here! And why are they launching a charity in St Ives? It doesn't make sense!”
We were watching a new drama series on the television of course, and this one was set in our own backyard. Well, bits of it were anyway. Depends on your definition of backyard really. You might have seen it too. I expect the residents of Shetland feel the same and we've been hooked on that since the first series. Ali was right of course. Cornwall was the star of the show while the complex issues around a pair of babies who were accidentally swapped at birth because of an admin cock up were merely a side story. One rich couple, the other supposedly down on their luck - although she owned a restaurant, just as we all do down here, and they lived in a very nice looking house in Mevagissey that many local people can only dream of. But the reality gap is always going to drive people like me around the twist. Poldark was even worse. Holywell Bay one minute, Penberth Cove the next. And five minutes after that, Ross was racing his horse across Bodmin Moor while Demelza had magically appeared in Charlestown. And this was in the late eighteenth century, almost two hundred years before the first Ford Sierra Cosworth with go faster stripes had arrived on the peninsula for goodness sake.
I'm sure the Royal Cornwall Hospital Trust really appreciated the negative fictional publicity. They're in the local news enough with tales of misfortune and malpractice as it is, without the screenwriters putting the boot in. I should add for the sake of balance that my children and their own children were all born there without incident.
I've often wondered when the moment would arrive for me to share this one, taken six years ago on a windy rain charged Sunday afternoon in March when the late winter light was doing magical things on top of St Agnes Head. But it was on a stout pinnacle by these very rocks that the villain broke his anger run along the cliff path and stood, gazing enigmatically towards the west as he plotted and schemed his devious affairs, one director's instruction short of beating his chest like a mountain gorilla. As the shot opened up and panned away into the distance, there was Wheal Coates, packed with glorious drama. But may I remind you that his waterfront palace is at Mawgan Porth? Down the hill from Newquay Airport. Did he run all the way then? Is he an ultramarathon man as well as a thoroughly unpleasant chap? If I fancy going for a trot I do it near home. I don't jump in the car and drive halfway across the county.
I'm sitting within this view as I sketch the notes for my story before I forget what I was going to rant about. There's nothing much doing anyway, and I've already got my shots, besides which I need to shift in a minute because it's Friday. Five a side night. It's a beautiful view, but rather than running halfway across the north coast of the county I came here in the car. It's much quicker and allows me to focus a bit more clearly than was done with the plot of a half baked TV drama that we only lasted the distance with because of where it was filmed. Enough said. Time to, erm, run around in a sports hall, and one just down the road rather than the other side of Cornwall.
Another beauty from the Bellevue Botanical Gardens.
Almost SOOC. Full frame, uncropped. Almost looks fake.
Red dahlia.
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Reality is what you make it.
A slightly surreal treatment to this woodland image. Too much time on my hands :))
Reality...we all feel like ours is the one we are living right now - my reality consists of me writing this, whilst yours is reading this. But what if this was only one type of reality? What if there are other realities happening in the here and now, within our dimensionality, except we can simply see but one of them. What if we are merely acting out a single possibility of reality whilst living in this world, whereas all other possibilities were occurring somewhere else? Not necessarily in this dimension, but within another? Where everything could look identical to our world, but where events were acted out completely differently, for better or for worse...What if we could pick and choose our realities?
"Reality includes everything that is and has been, whether or not it is observable or comprehensible."
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"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one…"
~ Albert Einstein
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From a walk last month.. The snow had almost melted and the sun had dipped below my horizon. I hadn't noticed my dogs were in shot as just trying to steady myself as this was taken hand held. I had gone with the intention of some leaf shots but grabbed this before the light disappeared...the view over the fence is where i shot the winding house from Bestwood Colliery - with a snow filled field from many years ago....
Another reality I could well do without is taking 30 minutes or more updating PayPal after 4 phishing emails no less for several hundred pounds just now.
As if I’m not busy enough…keep a weather eye open for these scams Sue x
My Golden doodle Merry is at the top of the path and my Golden Retriever Beau’s head is just in shot bottom right of the image..they usually go a little way into the wood but never far and always come smartly to a whistle :)
Angel listening to BBC Radio 4 on the plight of unmarried mothers. Fuji X-E2 plus Helios 44M-7 wide-open (backlit).
A visual dialogue featured in “Framed Realities,” blurring lines between form and illusion.
The Royal Greenhouses and the Royal Palace of Laeken in Brussels combine their reflections and their glass roofs to offer a twisted and confused vision.
Serres royales et palais royal de Laeken à Bruxelles mèlent leurs reflets et leurs verrières pour offrir une vision tordue et confondue.
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...sometimes you just have to put on your headphones, listen to your favorite music, trying to escape from reality ... and then threre are mostly wonderful fantasies of being in another world or just somewhere in the middle of nowhere ...
Dorian - Escape From Reality
Погода была по-весеннему теплая. Мы неторопливо шли по тропинке к мысу Тобизина и щурились от знойных лучей заходящего солнца. Навстречу нам шли туристы, уже успевшие вдохнуть глоток прекрасных видов и теперь спешащие покинуть этот остров. Иногда нас обгоняли такие же авантюристы как мы, желающие проводить этот теплый день под шум волн и бокал вина. Медово-золотистые лучи солнца пробивались сквозь кроны деревьев, в которых щебетали птицы. Мне рассказывали о дальневосточных лисах, практически ручных, которые выходят на тропинку угоститься чем-нибудь у туристов. Этот красивый свет и рассказы лишь заставляли сердце биться сильнее в предвкушении, как перед первым свиданием. Возможно, вам трудно представить, что внешне спокойный и немного отстраненный человек со штативом и фотокамерой в руках очень азартен, но уверяю вас — это так!
На небе уже начали появляться розовые оттенки, когда перед нами открылся мыс во всем своем величии. С каждой минутой людей становилось меньше, ровно, как и времени на поиски композиции. Послышались первые сухие щелканья затворов камер, предвещающие открытие охоты на свет. С этого момента палитра небесных красок будет меняться буквально каждую секунду. Кадры один за другим будут залетать в карточку памяти, набивая ее красотой заката. И вот наконец солнце скрылось. Еще некоторое время я продолжал снимать и переходить с камерой от точки к точке, меняя ракурс. Но света уже нет, мир вокруг погружался в сон, а я просто продолжал смотреть на это великолепие. Постепенно трясущиеся от полученного адреналина руки успокоились, дыхание стало тише, и я достал термос с чаем. Несколько его глотков вернули меня к реальности, но искорки восхищения этим закатом еще долго будут бегать внутри меня, напоминая об увиденном чуде.
The weather was warm like spring. We leisurely walked along the path to Cape Tobizin and squinted from the sultry rays of the setting sun. Tourists were walking towards us, having already taken a breath of the beautiful views and now hurrying to leave this island. Sometimes we were overtaken by adventurers like us who wanted to spend this warm evening listening to the sound of the waves and drinking a glass of wine. Honey-golden rays of the sun made their way through the crowns of trees in which birds chirped. I was told about Far Eastern foxes, almost tame, who come out onto the path to treat themselves with something from tourists. This beautiful light and stories only made my heart beat faster in anticipation, like before a first date. It may be difficult for you to imagine that an outwardly calm and slightly aloof person with a tripod and camera in his hands is very passionate, but I assure you - this is so!
Pink hues had already begun to appear in the sky when the cape opened up before us in all its grandeur. With every minute there were fewer people, as well as time to search for a composition. The first dry clicks of camera shutters were heard, heralding the opening of the hunt for light. From now on, the palette of heavenly colors will change literally every second. One after another, frames will fly into my memory card, filling it with the beauty of the sunset. Finally, the sun has dipped below the horizon. For some time, I continued to shoot and move the camera from point to point, changing the composition. But the light was gone, the world around was falling asleep, and I just continued to look at this splendor. Gradually, my hands, shaking from the adrenaline I received, calmed down, my breathing became quieter, and I took out a thermos of tea. A few sips of it brought me back to reality, but sparks of admiration for this sunset will run inside me for a long time, reminding me of the miracle I saw.
I was walking in the forest and found this picture of a Timber Squeak. When the wind blows you hear them groan.
“I feel like God is playing tricks on me, got a fix on me. Feel the weight of the world like I got a brick on me. Had a dance with the devil and he got a grip on me. I’m just trying to get to heaven, hope you got a ticket for me. 🎵.
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We escape reality not to reject it, but to breathe within it. In the rush of obligations and noise, we seek refuge—whether in art, music, nature, or quiet moments that slow time. These escapes offer clarity, untangling thoughts and easing burdens, reminding us that life is more than demands.
Stepping away renews us, giving perspective and space to dream. Reality Escape is the bridge between exhaustion and restoration, where the weight of the world dissolves, if only for a moment. In that pause, we rediscover who we truly are.
Echinacea, or Cone Flowers, are important perennials for bringing native bees to your garden. They are also used as herbs in tea to boost immunity. They are easy to grow from seed.
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The Climate Reality Project is Al Gore's thing. I have wondered many times where we would be if we elected a president that valued the environment more than one that valued unjust war.
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Detail image showing a section of the sculptural steel ventilation pipes at the Halifax Building in West Yorkshire. It was built from 1968 to 1974 as the headquarters of the Halifax Building Society. Architects: Building Design Partnership.
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"Was zur Hölle....!?" dachte ich, als ich den alten TV-Rahmen während eines Fotoshootings der etwas anderen Art erblickte. Meine Ideen explodierten und selbst die kleinsten Synapsen in den letzten Ecken meines Kopfes tanzten vor Freude. :D
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"What the hell....!?" I thought when I spotted the old TV frame during a photo shoot of a different kind. My ideas exploded and even the smallest synapses in the far corners of my head danced with joy. :D
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The frigate (Q-2) ARA Libertad, built in the Rio Santiago Shipyard, is a sailing vessel with double topsails (five yards per pole that can be braced up to 45°) and three crossed masts (ratchet, major and mizzen), belonging to the Argentine Navy. The mission of the "Libertad" Frigate is to complete the professional training of the midshipmen of the Argentine Navy, contributing to the increase of their maritime knowledge and integrating them to life at sea. Likewise, it contributes to the foreign policy by representing the Argentine Republic in the ports where it comes to, where it disseminates the geographical, cultural and productive reality of its country. On the other hand, it fosters international naval relations, strengthening professional ties and friendship with the armies of other countries. In more than thirty-five instructional trips he has made, he visited 58 countries and more than 400 foreign ports.
Since its delivery, the frigate has traveled more than 800,000 nautical miles around the world and outside of its station has spent the equivalent of 17 years at sea. Around 11,000 Argentine sailors and friendly countries have passed through its covers and have been formed.
U-3PO droid seem to be lost in the desert. Again.
And finally an addition to my toys album! I'm very happy way this turned out as this is all in-camera. There'a decent amount of realism, which makes this 3.75 inch action figure a bit more alive. I think, it also has a bit classic feel of the Original Trilogy, but that's just my two cents!
"Talvez sonhar seja a primeira forma de existir…"
"Perhaps dreaming is the first way to exist..."
Text: Catarina Vale
Photography: Alex Glavtchev
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For Fotografar Palavras, @paulokellerman sent the very intriguing words by @katysavale .It was a good challenge for me, and I decided to use long exposure to create my vision. This is a single exposure, and I changed positions in the water during the exposure.
Many attempts were needed to get decent images
If you are interesting in seeing my trial and error process, see my video on YouTube here: