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A dream
We had to bin everything, absolutely everything. There was a big container, a huge one, square shaped, as large as long, and we were putting everything in it. Like, the whole world had to be disposed of. Everything.
But I had a few things that I put aside, though, in an small envelope that I cared to keep, salvage: a key, a few papers carefully folded in four, a scribbled note from an ex-colleague.
A lady passed by, lofty and mean.
She saw everything...
☢️ JACKET - EXALTED @LEVEL EVENT
☢️ MASK - EXALTED @MOM
☢️ SHOES - LAPOINTE BASTCHILD @TMD
☢️ PANTS - AITUI
☢️ RINGS - REALEVIL
Macro Monday - Theme Phobia
Balloon phobia or globophobia is a fear of balloons.
Generally, people with globophobia will refuse to touch, feel, or go near a balloon.
This is a photograph of my puppy, "Spanky" (A.K.A. The Spankster) Standing guard over a baby Fur Seal he found in my backyard. He refused to leave its side until he was sure it was safe.
What a hero he is!
That's My story and I am sticking to it!
No, that is not his brother "Loki" who is not a fur seal and isn't really that fat!
Why would any of you even think such a thing!
You all are just jealous that you don't have a hero dog like the "Spankster"!
Photo taken in my backyard, which has been overrun by baby fur seals. Polk County, Florida.
To defend the Manor of Headford in what is now County Galway, Ireland from the O’Flaherty raids across Lough Corrib, the De Burgos built two castles, Annaghkeen Castle and Carigin Castle to protect it from attacks across the lake.
Annaghkeen Castle pictured here is remarkable for its construction technique, as it was built entirely from undressed stone, without any mortar or cement. The stones were carefully selected and fitted together to form a solid structure that has survived for almost 700 years. The castle measures about 15 meters by 8 meters, and has walls that are about 1.5 meters thick.
The history of Annaghkeen Castle is intertwined with the history of the De Burgo family and their feud with the O’Flaherty clan. They engaged in constant warfare with their neighbours, especially the O’Flahertys, who refused to acknowledge their authority or pay them rent.
One of the most famous episodes of this feud occurred in the 16th century, when an O’Flaherty chieftain invited a De Burgo envoy to his castle at Aughnanure, near Oughterard, to discuss the rent issue. O’Flaherty treated his guest with great hospitality and invited him to join a banquet. During the feast, however, he pressed a hidden lever that opened a trapdoor under the De Burgo’s seat, sending him plunging into the river below. O’Flaherty then cut off his head and sent it back to his relatives as “O’Flaherty’s rent”.
The feud between the De Burgos and the O’Flaherty’s continued for centuries, until both families were weakened by internal divisions and external pressures. Annaghkeen Castle was eventually abandoned and fell into ruin. In the early 19th century, a new manor house was built nearby by another branch of the De Burgo family, but it was also deserted after the Great Famine of 1845-1849. Today, both buildings stand as silent witnesses of a turbulent past. (Text lifted from the Visit Galway site.)
I realised I don't have a Jackdaw picture and this one, at RSPB South Stack, insisted that I took his pic. How could I refuse?
Refuse chute (no longer used) on an upper floor of Keeling House, a modernist apartment block in Bethnal Green, East London. Designed by Denys Lasdun and completed in 1957.
Botany Bay
A first for me but this beauty refused to comply with an open wing shot, more interested in the salt from the dung than my presence just a foot or two away.
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
Snail Cottage, Brightwell-cum-Sotwell, South Oxfordshire
My fourth attempt over a long period, and still a struggle to get something respectable. It is such a lovely scene to the eye, yet bedevilled by wires, cables, telegraph poles, cars, refuse bins, TV aerials, etc. Still not great, but this one is probably as good as it is ever going to get.
I was shocked and honored that Lawrence would asked me to be a part of as i dubbed it ..The super Secret very hush hush project, which he refused over and over to give any details about. Oh but did he get alot of laughs.
But to be invited to join in with so many talented photographers, i was touched. I was also inspired to try my hand at what he requested.
Now that i am allowed to share them, these are my pictures which i sent to Lawrence *with many little quips to keep him entertained*.
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”
Man, where to start? Omar is on the 46th floor up there at 30 Rock www.flickr.com/photos/gimmeocean/ (great photog, look him up) and said look him up, problem is I don't remember my password for flickr. I refuse to do this on my phone so I had to resort to yelling at the top of my lungs, no luck though..... :-) My loss, I would have liked to have met him. as it was my family and I toured NYC with our son who knows every nook and cranny and we had a blast. Walked just under 30 miles and I think that I've been in every train station in town. :-) 515 shots made it to Lr which is a record for me so maybe two or three of them will end up here. I've been gone five days so I imagine that I have a wee bit o' catchin up to do. If I miss something great, hit me up and I'll be happy to swing by.
Días de Nápoles • Naples days
Nápoles, Spaccanapoli • Naples, Spaccanapoli
Carmine lleva veinte años vendiendo castañas en Spaccanapoli. Mismo carrito naranja, mismos letreros pintados a mano, misma campana anunciando "caldarroste". Su padre también las vendía aquí. Y su abuelo. Tres generaciones en la misma esquina.
Hay una dignidad tranquila en Carmine. No vende nostalgia: vende castañas. Buen producto, precio justo, trabajo honesto. Nápoles real, no decoración. El fuego arde en la sartén. Las castañas crujen. El olor invade la calle. Compro un cucurucho. Queman en las manos. Me despido y sigo subiendo mientras como. Detrás, la campana sigue sonando.
Veinte años. Y los que vendrán. Nápoles es tradición que se niega a desaparecer.
(De "Apuntes de Campania" - jmsdbg.com/campania)
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Carmine has been selling chestnuts on Spaccanapoli for twenty years. Same orange cart, same hand-painted signs, same bell announcing "caldarroste". His father sold them here too. And his grandfather. Three generations on the same corner.
There's a quiet dignity to Carmine. He doesn't sell nostalgia: he sells chestnuts. Good product, fair price, honest work. Real Naples, not decoration. The fire burns in the pan. The chestnuts crackle. The smell invades the street. I buy a cone. They burn in my hands. I bid farewell and continue climbing whilst eating. Behind, the bell keeps ringing.
Twenty years. And those to come. Naples is tradition that refuses to disappear.
(From "Notes from Campania" - jmsdbg.com/campania)
When the expected light does not arrive, something else begins to speak.
This series was created during a winter Photohike in the Brackvenn (High Fens, Belgium), on a morning without sunrise, color, or drama.
Instead of atmosphere, the landscape offered structure.
Instead of spectacle, lines.
Instead of brilliance, clarity.
Working consciously in black and white, the images explore reduction, repetition, and the quiet dialogue between line and empty space.
Not photographs of a place, but of what remains when light refuses to perform.
More about the Photohiking approach and related essays:
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Wenn das erwartete Licht ausbleibt, beginnt etwas anderes zu sprechen.
Diese Serie entstand auf einem winterlichen Photohike im Brackvenn, an einem Morgen ohne Sonnenaufgang, ohne Farbe, ohne Drama.
Statt Stimmung bot die Landschaft Struktur.
Statt Effekten Linien.
Statt Leuchten Klarheit.
Der bewusste Wechsel zur Schwarzweißfotografie öffnete den Blick für Reduktion, Wiederholung und das Dazwischen - für Beziehungen zwischen Linie und leerem Raum.
Nicht Bilder eines Ortes, sondern Bilder dessen, was bleibt, wenn sich das Licht verweigert.
Der begleitende Essay zum Photohike ist hier zu finden:
👉 www.photohikers.de/post/photohike-brackvenn-wenn-das-lich...
In its Coronation livery,66023 passes Shrivenham on 07/Jan/25 working 6C03 09.55 Northolt to Severnside SITA loaded refuse containers.
CREDITS:
elprobadordesl.blogspot.com/2019/11/shes-lady.html
LOCATION PHOTOGRAPHY: BACKDROP CENTRAL: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Redemptions%20Creed/139/13...
TAXI inworld Diamonds Event: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Belladonna/17/182/22
SONG: www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8G4xrYfWmw
Well she's all you'd ever want
She's the kind I'd like to flaunt and take to dinner
Well she always knows her place
She's got style, she's got grace, she's a winner
She's a lady
Whoa whoa whoa
She's a lady
Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine
Well she's never in the way
Always something nice to say, oh what a blessing
I can leave her on her own
Knowing she's okay alone, and there's no messing
She's a lady
Whoa whoa whoa
She's a lady
Talkin' about that little lady, and the lady is mine
Well she never asks for very much and I don't refuse her
Always treat her with respect, I never would abuse her
What she's got is hard to find, and I don't want to lose her
Help me build a mountain from my little pile of clay
Hey, hey, hey
Well she knows what I'm about
She can take what I dish out, and that's not easy
Well she knows me through and through
She knows just what to do, and how to please me
She's a lady
Whoa whoa whoa
She's a lady
Talkin' about the little lady, and the lady is mine
Yeah yeah
She's a lady
Listen to me baby
She's a lady
Whoa whoa whoa
She's a lady
And the lady is mine
Yeah yeah yeah
She's a lady
Talkin' about this little lady
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
She's a lady
She's a lady
I can't live without that little lady
She's a lady
shot with an olympus om-d e-m10 mark ii—720nm infrared converted—and the panasonic 20mm f/1.7 mark ii lens
Another arrival in the garden today along with a Sm. Copper which refused to stay still long enough to get a shot.
So we spent the afternoon at Lordington Lavender over in West Sussex. it was the last open day so it was 'busy' .....
No chance of any landscape photography, bodies everywhere, so I stepped well outside my comfort zone and went for people photography.
Since my wife and daughter both refused to pose for me I was left looking for others. This young lady had been posing for ages with her selfie stick and I'd seen at least one other photographer ask her if he could take her photograph, so after a bit of cajoling by my daughter I approached her.
She was more than happy and kept on posing for her phone as I tried to keep up.
I liked this image and it protects her anonymity.
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.