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University town of Marburg
This black-and-white photograph shows an urban scene in Marburg, Hesse. In the foreground, there is a narrow alleyway with a brick road. Several black rubbish bins are standing at the side of the road. A woman in a coat is standing in front of a kind of cupboard or box and appears to be reading or checking something. In the background is a "Variopress" type refuse collection vehicle, which is being loaded by two refuse collectors. Half-timbered houses, typical of German towns, can be seen in the background. A traffic sign is attached to a pole. The scene appears everyday and provides an insight into urban life.
I refuse to use focus stacking. It's easy to avoid: if the content won't fit within the depth of field available, pick a subject and commit to it. The resulting image may be more interesting and/or impactful as a result.
I had been planning to visit the shipwreck in Wenningstedt-Braderup on the island of Sylt for a long time.
You can read about it:
"In the Wadden Sea between Braderup and Munkmarsch, barely 200 metres from the beach, lies the shipwreck of the once proud three-masted schooner "Mariann".
At low tide, the wooden remains are clearly visible.
Anyone thinking of a shipwreck or even pirates may be disappointed when they learn the true story:
In 1961, the ship was towed into Munkmarsch harbour - by two Sylt residents who wanted to open a floating café on it. However, they were refused the necessary licence, so they anchored the ship a little further north between Munkmarsch and Braderup in the Wadden Sea.
Plan B for the pair: Turn the ship into a cabaret! However, the authorities threw a spanner in the works here too: a pier required for this was not approved.
Due to a lack of alternatives, the ship became an unofficial party ship until a fire broke out on board in 1981. The causes were never clarified."
Source: wenningstedt.de
Leica SL2-S + Lumix 16 - 35mm f4
This image started out as a playful exercise with textures and ended up a contemplation of the tension between our wild and civilized selves.
As I was watching the heron, it slowly made its way over to the geese where their goslings were hunkered down on the bank. Mr Heron politely asked Father Goose if one of his chicks might want to join him for lunch (if you know what I mean). Somewhat rudely, Father Goose declined the very thoughtful invitation.
© AnvilcloudPhotography
Having tried his hand at hauling stone and transporting sleepers on his first day since his coronation, King Chaz (aka DB Cargo's 66023) is seen spending the longest day of 2023 seeing how ordinary folk who work in refuse collection go about their jobs, as he takes the rubbish from the people of Merseyside over to be processed in North Yorkshire on 6E16, Knowsley to Wilton.
A small but discerning gallery for this, with only one member of it needing to be edited out...
Revelation 13:15 “And power was granted him to give breath to the statue of the Wild Beast, so that the statue of the Wild Beast could even speak and cause all who refuse to worship it to be put to death.”
“Young People Who Refuse To Do National Service Could Lose 'Access To Finance', Rishi Sunak Reveals”
A leaf which has seen Better Days, on a walkway in Hermann Park, The shadow is a selfie, which normally I would avoid, but I really needed to catch this in a few seconds, on the run at the end of a beautiful day. In fact on one of my Better Days!
Yet another instance of a Barnett Newman Zip coupled with botanical jetsam &/or a topological equivalent of a disc—probably not the first reading that popped into your mind.
For #BetterDays #FlickrFriday and also “Signs of the Season” for the Flickr Lounge. Unaccountably refused to upload—even after export to jpg—so I’m posting a screen dump instead with time and location corrected to the original. The geotag shifted by a few meters in the process.
Happy Flickr Friday!
I loved this sign. I don't understand why people refuse to wear a mask - it protects you and it protects others.
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December 2025: This male Brown-throated Sunbird refused to give way to this (looks like) Yellow-banded Grass Skimmer - Singapore Botanic Gardens, Singapore 🇸🇬
A strategically placed patch of heather on the Roaches. The heather bloom has been very patchy this year, with some good patches and some not so good.
Last Saturday I had to collect my wife from Crewe station late in the evening. My plans evolved all day as the cloud stubbornly refused to clear, so a late clearance gave me a small window of light on the Roaches, a slight detour off my route from Ashbourne to Crewe. I had been here 2 days earlier and suffered badly from the midges, so I was prepared for chemical warfare with some industrial-grade repellant, which wasn't in the end needed as the strong winds kept the nibbley things at bay.
There are places where time refuses to obey the frantic pulse of the world—where it lingers, stretching each moment into something more profound. Here, the clock does not chase, it invites.
The wind moves lazily, whispering through the trees like an old friend recounting a story from long ago. The waves roll in slow, rhythmic procession, neither hurried nor waiting—just being. Footsteps leave imprints in the sand, not as passing marks, but as memories etched into the earth, held there until the tide decides otherwise.
In this place, conversations drift like clouds, untethered from urgency. The warmth of the sun is no longer just heat—it is presence, wrapping around shoulders like a familiar embrace. Even silence feels full, expansive, as if it has something to say.
There is no race here. No deadlines to meet. Only the quiet certainty that right now—this breath, this sky, this heartbeat—is enough. Time slows, not because it must, but because it understands.
Laugh in the face of adversity, and leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYBODY is watching. March to the beat of your own drummer. And stubbornly refuse to fit in :-)
― Mandy Hale
HBM!!
Oregon coastline from Neahkahnie mountain
Design and artwork using elements from the government 'Recycle now' iniative. These graphics fit into the councils new Agripa graphic system which is applied to their full fleet of refuse collectors. The graphics are inter-changeable, depending on the season or the promotion the council want to use.
Santa Elena Augusta
Flavia Julia Helena Augusta
Diocesan Shrine of Our Lady on Thorns (Aranzazu)
Municipality of San Mateo
Province of Rizal
Philippines
SantaCruzang Bayan 2008
May 25, 2008
About SAINT HELENA
Venerated in:
Roman Catholicism
Eastern Orthodoxy
Oriental Orthodoxy
Lutheran
Anglicanism
Canonized:
Her canonization precedes the practice of formal Canonization by the Pope or the relevant Orthodox and Lutheran churches.
Feast:
Roman Catholic: August 18
Lutheran: May 21
Orthodox: May 19
Coptic Orthodox: 9 Pashons
**Finding of the True Cross: May 03
Symbol: Cross
Derivatives: St. Helena of Constantinople, St. Helen, St. Eleanor
Patronage: archeologists, converts, difficult marriages, divorced people, empresses
Flavia Julia Helena Augusta, also known as Saint Helena, Saint Helen, Helena Augusta or Helena of Constantinople (ca. 250 – ca. 330) was consort of Constantius Chlorus, and the mother of Emperor Constantine I. She is traditionally credited with finding the relics of the True Cross.
Family Life: Helena's birthplace is not known with certainty. The sixth-century historian Procopius is the earliest authority for the statement that Helena was a native of Drepanum, in the province of Bithynia in Asia Minor. Her son Constantine renamed the city "Helenopolis" after her death in 328, giving rise to the belief that the city was her birthplace. Although he might have done so in honor of her birthplace, Constantine probably had other reasons for doing so. The Byzantinist Cyril Mango has argued that Helenopolis was refounded to strengthen the communication network around his new capital in Constantinople, and was renamed to honor Helena, not to mark her birthplace. There is another Helenopolis, in Palestine, but its exact location is unknown. This city, and the province of Helenopontus in the Diocese of Pontus, were probably both named after Constantine's mother.
The bishop and historian Eusebius of Caesarea states that she was about 80 on her return from Palestine. Since that journey has been dated to 326–28, Helena was probably born in 248 or 250. Little is known of her early life. Fourth-century sources, following Eutropius' Breviarium, record that she came from a low background. Ambrose was the first to call her a stabularia, a term translated as "stable-maid" or "inn-keeper". He makes this fact a virtue, calling Helena a bona stabularia, a "good stable-maid". Other sources, especially those written after Constantine's proclamation as emperor, gloss over or ignore her background.
It is unknown where she first met her future partner Constantius. The historian Timothy Barnes has suggested that Constantius, while serving under Emperor Aurelian, could have met her while stationed in Asia Minor for the campaign against Zenobia. Barnes calls attention to an epitaph at Nicomedia of one of Aurelian's protectors, which could indicate the emperor's presence in the Bithynian region soon after 270. The precise legal nature of the relationship between Helena and Constantius is unknown: the sources are equivocal on the point, sometimes calling Helena Constantius' "wife", and sometimes calling her his "concubine". Jerome, perhaps confused by the vague terminology of his own sources, manages to do both. Some scholars, such as the historian Jan Drijvers, assert that Constantius and Helena were joined in a common-law marriage, a cohabitation recognized in fact but not in law. Others, like Timothy Barnes, assert that Constantius and Helena were joined in an official marriage, on the grounds that the sources claiming an official marriage are more reliable.
Helena gave birth to Constantine I in 272. In 293, Constantius was ordered by emperor Diocletian to divorce her in order to qualify as Caesar of the Western Roman Empire, and he was married to the step-daughter of Maximian, Theodora. Helena never remarried and lived in obscurity, though close to her only son, who had a deep regard and affection for her.
Constantine was proclaimed Augustus of the Roman Empire in 306 by Constantius' troops after the
latter had died, and following his elevation his mother was brought back to the public life and the imperial court, and received the title of Augusta in 325. Helena died in 330 with her son at her side. Her sarcophagus is on display in the Pio-Clementino Vatican Museum. During her life, she gave many presents to the poor, released prisoners and mingled with the ordinary worshippers in modest attire, exhibiting a true Christian spirit.
Sainthood: She is considered by the Orthodox and Catholic churches as a saint, famed for her piety. Her feast day as a saint of the Orthodox Christian Church is celebrated with her son on May 21, the Feast of the Holy Great Sovereigns Constantine and Helen, Equal to the Apostles. Her feast day in the Roman Catholic Church falls on August 18. Her feast day in the Coptic Orthodox Church is on 9 Pashons. Eusebius records the details of her pilgrimage to Palestine and other eastern provinces (though not her discovery of the True Cross). She is the patron saint of archaeologists. The names "Saint Eleanor" and "Saint Eleanora" are usually synonymous for Saint Helen.
Relic Discoveries: In 325, Helena was in charge of a journey to Jerusalem to gather Christian relics, by her son Emperor Constantine I, who had recently declared Rome as a Christian city. Jerusalem was still rebuilding from the destruction of Hadrian, a previous emperor, who had built a temple to Venus over the site of Jesus's tomb, near Calvary.
According to legend, Helena entered the temple with Bishop Macarius, ordered the temple torn down and chose a site to begin excavating, which led to the recovery of three different crosses. Refused to be swayed by anything but solid proof, a woman from Jerusalem, who was already at the point of death from a certain disease, was brought; when the woman touched a cross suddenly recovered and Helena declared the cross with which the woman had been touched to be the True Cross. On the site of discovery, she built the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, while she continued building churches on every Holy site.
She also found the nails of the crucifixion. To use their miraculous power to aid her son, Helena allegedly had one placed in Constantine's helmet, and another in the bridle of his horse. Helena left Jerusalem and the eastern provinces in 327 to return to Rome, bringing with her large parts of the True Cross and other relics, which were then stored in her palace's private chapel, where they can be still seen today. Her palace was later converted into the Santa Croce in Gerusalemme.
The reliquary of Jerusalem was committed to the care of Saint Macarius and kept with singular care and respect in the magnificent church which Saint Helen and her son built there. Saint Paulinus relates that, though chips were almost daily cut off from it and given to devout persons, yet the sacred wood suffered thereby no diminution. It is affirmed by Saint Cyril of Jerusalem, twenty-five years after the discovery, that pieces of the cross were spread all over the earth; he compares this wonder to the miraculous feeding of five thousand men, as recorded in the Gospel. The discovery of the cross would have happened in the spring, after navigation began on the Mediterranean Sea, for Saint Helen went the same year to Constantinople and from there to Rome, where she died in the arms of her son on the 18th of August of the same year, 326.
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Misty Four early morning , these are four of the reflection trestle uprights from the other side of the river . That shot is 5 photos past this one. The day I was there I saw something on top of the trestle but I had close up glasses on and couldn't make it out, it looked like a big river bird when it moved, but then it stood up and started walking across the tracks from the middle of the trestle..If a train comes there are only 2 options at that point. And both have a terrible / certain end.
A few minutes later I saw someone in a hoodie walking the road and then walk behind my car in to the woods where I saw a few large totes with supplies and tent poles in it. I thought it belonged to a construction crew. My first thought was they're going to grab a pole and break one of my windows to get whats in the car. I grabbed the hunting knife and Bear spray I have in sheaths on my camera bag and went up to deal with it. I shoot in some pretty rough spots and 95% of the time I shoot alone and run into some shady people, so I always keep weapons with me .
As I came around the back of the car I saw a skirt and legs.. It was a girl, dirty, bug bites all over her legs and her hands were black from the track beams. I walked up to her and said "Yo, whats up" .. she got startled and jumped, she was still fumbling through the one tote when I walked up. She said "hey" and got nervous , she was fiddling with her dress. I asked about the totes and she said they were hers and she lived there under the trestle.. As soon as she said that she walked up to me said "Oh ..you smell so good".. my other addiction besides photography is collecting vintage fragrances so I always smell like something. I thought this was odd , but it could be genuine or a disarming method/comment so I just said thank you and put it in the rolodex .
We stood and talked about why she was living there and the reasons were horrible and unforgivable. I offered her money and or food and she refused , then telling me she was on food stamps. She also told me she had a few cats with her that she took care of and they were down by her sleeping bag under the trestle . After about 45 mins we shook hands and she went about her day and I left to go shoot on the other side of the river.
I went back yesterday with cat food so at least she would have one less thing to spend money/food stamps on... She was gone, along with all of her things. She did mention that the police always give her a hard time and that she has to find new places pretty often. Her name was Savannah , she was 24.
Nikkor-H 85mm 1.8.