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Poem.
Glorious autumn colours
magnified, energised, strengthened
by a setting sun.
Glassy, mirror-like stillness of island-studded Loch a’ Mheadhoin.
Breathless.
Motionless.
Silent……
but for the occasional fish jumping for insects.
Trees in symmetry in an almost perfect reflection
of this exquisite, lustrous, sumptuous scene.
Affric is always magical.
Here, now, perfection is
so, so close……it is tangible,
hypnotic and mesmerising.
The apple motif is allusive in many ways. Voluminous and sensuous, it graces innumerable still-life compositions, but it is also traditionally pictured as the forbidden fruit.
One of the leading figures of American Pop art and an early pioneer of environmental and installation art, Claes Oldenburg reveals in his works the hidden potential of everyday objects, making them tangible, soft, and humorous. Oversized foodstuffs such as an ice cream cone or baked potato, often rendered in a somewhat unpredictable way, are frequent elements in his vocabulary.
The perishability and vulnerability of the decaying apple core evinces Oldenburg's consistent preoccupation with the process of decline and death. It is also the residue of a natural ("perfect") form altered ("spoiled") by human intervention. The existential imperative of growth and decomposition - its poignancy once heightened by the lushness of vanitas pictures, with a worm or insect accentuating the moralizing intent - is ironically underscored in Apple Core by both the mock-heroic scale and the "organic" coloring. Ultimately, these very elements, enhanced by tongue-in-cheek sculptural-painterly effects and hard-soft punning (the "rotten" apple has an actual steel core and is fashioned in stiffened urethane foam), make Apple Core an endearing rather than forbidding piece, inviting tactile exploration.
Another photo of this unique sculpture is in comment box below.
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The tangible melancholy of this scene seemed to match my mood at the time, so it seemed only apt that I hauled out the tripod from the car & made what I could of it.
If you are ever on Mull, driving north-west through Salen towards Tobermory, then you can't fail to spot this sad picture. Just yards from the road, it also has a handy lay-by from which to ponder the inevitable demise of all things.
I am so thrilled to see that so longed for GRAIN effect in nearly every edited photo today, is not necessary in this series of photos...
Contrary, it is sometimes a necessity to REDUCE NOISE rather than adding it.
With this photo (and this series) I 'danced' between leaving or taking away the grain, depending on the photo.
Every one of these photos mean something to me. It reminds me of the time I have spent in this sanctuary, where the majority of this film was shot... I can remember every positioning, trying to think what could be the best possible shot...
As this was my first film, I wanted to use my film the most optimal way, with minimum of bad photos. But I wouldn't panic about it. Or degrade myself if I fail. No! My intentions with film photography were (and are) not recognizable or tangible to my mind... But I know what I feel when I'm doing it. Pure joy. Contentment. Isn't that the most essential here?
THIS PHOTO...
also depicts 2PM-ish period (nearly same time as the previous photo in CHAPEL... we had a lunch break so I was able to take these photos carefully)...
Again, playing with the shadows and light... I must admit I think I did some arrangements of the grille to get the best looking look.. I hope you don't mind :)
You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I, you can never be --
I had a mother who read to me.
- Strickland Gillilan (1869-1954)
In the Ottawa-Gatineau region, the ice has broken on the rivers and there's a tangible feeling that spring has finally arrived. In the past, this was also the time when the loggers began floating an almost infinite supply of logs down rivers in the hinterland to make their way to the city where the saw mills were located. Scenes like the one I've portrayed could be seen for over a hundred kilometers along the Gatineau and Ottawa Rivers. The loggers worked hard from sunrise to sunset and operated in sometimes very dangerous conditions. My painting was inspired by an old one-dollar bill (see below) and other photos from the past.
Dans la région d'Ottawa-Gatineau, la glace s'est brisée sur les rivières et on sent bien que le printemps est enfin arrivé. Dans le passé, c'était aussi l'époque où les bûcherons commençaient à flotter une quantité presque infinie de grumes sur les rivières de l'arrière-pays pour se rendre à la ville où se trouvaient les scieries. Des scènes comme celle que j'ai dépeinte pouvaient être vues à plus d'une centaine de kilomètres le long des rivières Gatineau et des Outaouais. Les bûcherons ont travaillé dur du lever au coucher du soleil et ont opéré dans des conditions parfois très dangereuses. Ma peinture a été inspirée par un vieux billet d'un dollar (voir ci-dessous) et d'autres photos du passé.
Based on recent reports up to mid-April 2025, Mount Etna, Europe's highest and most active volcano located on the island of Sicily, Italy, is currently in a state of eruption. The activity primarily centers around its summit craters, particularly the Southeast Crater (SE Crater). This phase involves Strombolian activity, characterized by intermittent, moderate explosions that eject incandescent lava fragments, bombs, and ash into the air. Degassing from all summit craters is also a common feature of its ongoing activity, reflecting the dynamic processes occurring beneath the surface.
The recent eruptive period has seen several notable events. In early April 2025, specifically around April 7th and 8th, there was a marked increase in activity. This included strong Strombolian explosions from the SE Crater, accompanied by significant ash emissions that formed plumes rising several kilometers (estimated up to 5.5 km above the summit on April 8th) and drifting southeast. This ashfall affected nearby towns such as Catania and Nicolosi. Lava effusion also occurred, with a flow observed descending the southern flank from the SE Crater, reaching an elevation of around 3,000 meters and covering a considerable area by April 11th. Similar, though possibly less intense, Strombolian activity with ash plumes and short-lived lava flows occurred again around April 11th and 15th.
The consequences of this recent activity have been tangible for the surrounding region. The ash plumes have periodically disrupted air travel, leading Italy's National Institute of Geophysics and Volcanology (INGV) to temporarily raise the Aviation Color Code to Red on April 8th, indicating a high level of ash in the atmosphere, before lowering it back to Orange. Catania Airport, situated nearby, has faced restrictions or temporary closures due to ash clouds, impacting flight schedules. Ashfall in towns like Catania, Nicolosi, Acireale, and Aci San Antonio necessitates clean-up operations and can cause respiratory irritation and disruption to daily life.
Despite the eruptive activity, the direct danger to populated areas from lava flows is currently considered low, as the flows have remained confined to the upper slopes and uninhabited areas like the Valle del Bove. However, authorities maintain a state of alert (currently "Attention" or equivalent to Yellow/Orange), and access to the summit areas is restricted, generally requiring accompaniment by authorized guides above certain altitudes for safety reasons. The INGV continuously monitors the volcano's seismic activity, ground deformation, and gas emissions to provide warnings and assess the ongoing situation, which remains a dynamic interplay of spectacular natural phenomena and potential hazards for Sicily.
In capturing this image, I wanted to convey the almost mystical feeling I experienced facing the Golden Gate Bridge that night. San Francisco's characteristic fog was dancing around the pylons, and I deliberately chose a long exposure to emphasize its vaporous texture. The bridge lights, like orange sentinels in the night, create a leading line that guides the eye into the unknown. The turquoise tint I preserved in the lower left corner is no accident - it represents the marine freshness so characteristic of the bay. I wanted to play with contrasts, not only in colors but also in scale, by including that small solitary light at the bottom that gives the bridge its full sense of magnitude. My goal was to transcend mere architectural representation to create a dreamlike, almost cinematic atmosphere, where the bridge becomes more than a structure - it becomes a passage between the tangible and the ethereal.
Polaroid SLR 680se
PX 680 Color Shade Film
For the Tangible Project's April theme of "New Beginnings." This one goes to Maritza. Enjoy!
Immersing myself in the veiled mysteries of the Serra do Corvo Branco, the largest rock-cut in Brazil nestled in Serra Catarinense, I found a world beyond the tangible. The fog enveloped everything, casting a spell of mystique over the landscape. Towering trees stood shrouded in mist, their enormity humbled. The vegetation came alive, every leaf and twig adorned with dew drops like glittering ornaments. Pines bore the weight of the water, their resilience echoing in the silence.
Vehicles appeared like phantom ships drifting down the foggy slopes, dwarfed by the majesty of the Serra. Small figures wandered, engulfed in the ethereal landscape – their insignificance amidst nature's grandeur was a lovely sight. Amid them, a woman, a fellow photographer, seeking to capture the elusive beauty of this world, just as I was.
The scene before my eyes was a testament to nature's unending surprises. The fog would surrender to the snow the next day, but I couldn't witness that transformation. What I did capture, however, were these fleeting moments before the snowfall, the calm before the storm.
This was one of Brazil's coldest days, but the chill in the air did not dampen my spirits. Instead, it amplified the experience, etching it in my memory. I hope these photographs do justice to that unforgettable day at Serra do Corvo Branco – a day that will always resonate in my heart.
Deux versions, noir et blanc ou couleur pour vous ?
Two versions, black and white or color for you?
¿ Dos versiones, negro y blanco o color para usted?
La fête de la vierge qui se déroule à Paucartambo est un événement qui attire des milliers de Péruviens venus des quatre coins du pays. La dévotion est palpable dans chaque ruelle de ce superbe petit village de montagne. Les Péruviens font des offrandes de fleurs à la vierge et partout danses avec ferveur en portant de splendides tenues traditionnelles.
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Virgin's celebration which takes place to Paucartambo is an event which attracts thousands of Peruvians come from four corners of the country. The worship is tangible in every alley of this magnificent small village of mountain. The Peruvians make offerings of flowers for the virgin and everywhere dance ardently by wearing magnificent traditional attires
La fiesta de la virgen que se celebra en Paucartambo es un acontecimiento que atrae millares de peruanos venidos de las cuatro esquinas(rincones) del país. La devoción es palpable en cada callejón de este pequeño pueblo soberbio de montaña. Los peruanos le hacen ofrendas de flores a la virgen y por todas partes bailas con fervor refiriéndose de espléndidas obligadas tradicionales.
The fog is an illusion—
A master of disguise,
Which hides the tangible
Before our very eyes
(W. Salley)
History was never written in female. It was the man who stood on two feet, went hunting and fought in wars. They dominated power, they became kings of the tangible and the intangible, they invented weapons and money, they learned to write and told their story. Where was the woman during all those centuries? Where did all those men come from if it wasn't from the pain of a woman? In 1929, Virginia Woolf published her article Women and Fiction, where she raised the following question: what is more important, the woman who writes or what is written about women? And it is that not even the streets of the cities have been written with the name of a woman. Currently, only 7% of the roads have female names.
Seeing that at that time, being a widow, she raised her children, encouraged her companions not to let themselves be exploited and that being 63 years old, being taken away and killed makes me feel very honored
For a few days, the name of a woman who played a fundamental role in the trade union struggle during the first decades of the 19th century has been added to the street map of the Cadiz capital. Many will not know who Micaela de Castro was or why she deserves such recognition. She was born in Cádiz in 1873 and, together with her sister Ángela de Ella, worked at the Tobacco Factory where both developed an enormous union and associative action. " This activity began in 1918 when some 200 workers met, on June 16, at the Center of Workers' Societies, to found the Society of Cigarettes. The work of the Castro sisters was valued by their companions in the election of the Board of Directors, naming Ángela president and Micaela vice president. From that moment on, the cigar companies fought to achieve labor improvements and recognition of their society by the company", as historian Rubén Benítez relates.
In 1918 these workers declared a sit-down strike in support of some fired colleagues in Coruña. The following year, Micaela travelled to Madrid to try to solve company conflicts. Upon her return, she offered a meeting for her companions at the Comic Theatre where she came to express the following words: "Comrades: you all know that I have three little ones and I only count on the product of my work. However, I will be in my position, and if I lack bread for my little ones, I will go looking for a ranch in the barracks, I will ask from door to door to feed them, before going back to work to be mocked and stripped of my rights.
According to Benítez, "during the dictatorship of Primo de Rivera, the cigarette companies took the opportunity to demand economic and social improvements for the working class", but after not achieving what was expected, Micaela disappeared from secretary life until the proclamation of the Second Republic. She and she does it by being close to the communist edge, in an act where she "took the opportunity to request that women's suffrage, approved by the Constitution, come into force immediately." The woman finally voted in 1933, the year in which Micaela de Castro appeared on the list of the Single Revolutionary Front. "In this way, Micaela became the only woman candidate for Congress. Her work in defense of workers throughout her life served the coup plotters so that a 63-year-old woman was imprisoned in the Cadiz Prison on 4 September 1936, and the following day taken to the Puerto de Santa María prison. However, there is no record of his entry into the Puerto de Santa María prison". De Castro disappeared on the way, so it is very likely that the fascists killed her. Today her remains are unaccounted for.
Text courtesy and translated from andaluciainformacion.es/cadiz
The "Inquiring Minds" bookstore in Saugerties NY. It's an old school bookstore from our dreams. You just don't see this anymore in most places.
Washi F developed in rodinal 1:50 for 11 minutes. I really love how the light just blooms into the room.
Seems like an appropriate image for a week in which Jessops & HMV (two of the biggest UK high street chains) have both gone under. The physical world that we all grew up with – the solid, tangible world of shops and objects – seems to be vanishing by the day. Go back only a few years, and think about all the things that have disappeared from the world… How do you feel about it?
As someone who loves books, I miss being able to go to Borders or Ottakers and browse through their shelves… As someone who loves records, I miss Tower and HMV… and as a photographer, I already miss Jessops and Jacobs…
We’re not only living through the biggest technological revolution in living memory, we’re also living through the worst economic depression. Is it possible that they’re connected? Could digital forms be eradicating what we might call analogue forms without creating equivalent amounts of money, opportunity, and so on? I suspect they might be. The film-maker Jem Cohen has some very interesting thoughts on these questions.
He believes that if we want the things we love (such as art) to continue existing, we need to understand that they don’t just generate themselves. We need to support their makers financially, so they can make a living. If we like books, this means buying them, even when it seems easier to download them. Equally, if we like being able to browse them in a bookshop, this means buying them from bookshops, even if that costs more than it would online. The extra cost represents the price of keeping something in existence that does not and cannot exist online.
How many times have you seen people browsing things in shops, then scanning their barcodes and going away to buy the item online? That kind of behaviour shows an astounding ability to prioritise a small short-term gain over a massive long-term loss. Do that enough, and there will be no more shops for us to browse! The fact that people continue to browse in the real world suggests that they like doing so; if online browsing was all they needed, they would not be browsing in the real world.
So that’s my new years’ resolution. Where I have money to spend, I’m spending on the art that I love, and I’m spending it in shops, in the real world, because I want those shops and that art to continue to exist. I know I’m just one consumer. But I’m making my choice and I’m drawing the line here.
The P.S.S. Wingfield Castle stands proudly in Jackson Dock at Hartlepool's Maritime Experience, offering a tangible connection to a bygone era of maritime history. Formerly a Humber Estuary ferry, this remarkable vessel has been transformed into a museum ship, allowing visitors to step back in time and explore the rich maritime heritage of County Durham, England.
The Wingfield Castle's history is steeped in the tradition of ferrying passengers across the Humber Estuary. Originally launched in 1934, the ship served its purpose faithfully for several decades, navigating the waters with a grace that defined the maritime landscape of its time. Eventually, as technological advancements in transportation emerged, the Wingfield Castle found itself retired from active service.
However, rather than fading into obscurity, the Wingfield Castle was given a new lease on life as a museum ship. The decision to preserve this vessel speaks to the commitment of Hartlepool's Maritime Experience to safeguarding and celebrating the maritime history of the region. It serves as a floating testament to the importance of preserving our cultural heritage, allowing future generations to gain a firsthand understanding of the maritime industry's evolution.
Nestled in Jackson Dock, the ship becomes a living museum, inviting visitors to explore its decks and cabins. Stepping aboard the Wingfield Castle is like stepping into the past, with each creak of the wooden planks and rustle of the sails telling tales of a bygone era. The ship's restored interiors provide a glimpse into the daily lives of those who sailed on her, with exhibits showcasing the crew's quarters, the captain's cabin, and the engine room.
The museum ship offers a comprehensive educational experience, with guided tours and interactive exhibits that delve into the ship's history and the broader maritime context of the region. Visitors can learn about the challenges faced by sailors, the technological innovations that shaped the industry, and the economic significance of maritime trade. The Wingfield Castle becomes a portal through which the maritime past of County Durham comes alive, fostering a deeper appreciation for the sacrifices and achievements of those who contributed to the area's maritime legacy.
Hartlepool's Maritime Experience, with the P.S.S. Wingfield Castle as its centerpiece, stands as a testament to the community's dedication to preserving and sharing its maritime heritage. The experience allows visitors to not only witness history but to immerse themselves in it, fostering a sense of connection to the individuals who once sailed the waters aboard this iconic vessel. As the Wingfield Castle continues to grace Jackson Dock, it serves as a reminder of the enduring spirit of exploration and adventure that has defined the maritime history of County Durham, England.
Serle: Recuerdos Tangibles
The body rests, vulnerable, stretched upon a surface that seems both tangible and unreal. Yet this tranquility is disrupted by the emergence of a geometric structure—cold, sharp, slicing the space into fragments of reflections and shadows. These polished metal frames are not merely obstacles; they are remnants of a ghostly architecture, a barrier between flesh and world, between intimacy and mechanics.
The contrast between organic softness and artificial rigidity creates an almost palpable tension. The body does not struggle—it surrenders to this symbolic entrapment, or perhaps it is in the process of passing through these limits, mutating in contact with these structures. A spectral light grazes the scene, bathing it in a glow that oscillates between comfort and strangeness.
The fragmentation of reality, the intrusion of cold mechanics into intimate space. These straight, unyielding lines evoke the invisible constraints that imprison us, whether they be digital, societal, or psychological. The naked skin becomes a battleground, a porous boundary between humanity and abstraction, between memory and erasure.
An ocean of Love. An angel of Light. A symphony of wings. A conscious awareness. An infinite peace. Eyes which see rightly. A flowering blessing. An unearned grace. An open mind. A compassionate heart. A natural knowing. A grateful acceptance. A luminous emptiness. A child’s laughter. An old man’s tears. A purified spirit. A sustaining joy. A quiet generosity. A free flowing radiance. A tangible star.
LBM July 17, 2019
“Architecture is the learned game, correct and magnificent, of forms assembled in the light ”
- Le Corbusier
If you ever wondered where the title of this series is originated from, then you know now, but its meaning is two-fold:
Architectural shapes and spaces are revealed and formed by light. And at the same time I try to capture and visualize the light as a strong and almost tangible shape to emphasize its necessary existence and the strong connection between light and architecture.
Shot during a photoshoot with Kees Smans and Armand Dijcks in Rotterdam during the recording of our upcoming video tutorials.
The big black structure on the left side is not the facade of a building but a huge pillar.
Technical info:
B+W ND110 & ND106 - 16 stops
f/8.0
ISO100
17 mm
361s (6m01sec) exposure
Software:
Lightroom 3.0
PS CS5 - Silver Efex Pro 2
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La maman de ce bébé vendait des boissons sur sa charrette, quand j'ai vu cette petite bouille j'ai fondu.
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The mom of this baby sold drinks on her cart, when I saw this small face I have dissolve.
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La mamá de este bebé vendía bebidas sobre su carreta, cuando vi esta pequeña cara tengo fundido
La fête de la vierge qui se déroule à Paucartambo est un événement qui attire des milliers de Péruviens venus des quatre coins du pays. La dévotion est palpable dans chaque ruelle de ce superbe petit village de montagne. Les Péruviens font des offrandes de fleurs à la vierge et partout danses avec ferveur en portant de splendides tenues traditionnelles.
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Virgin's celebration which takes place to Paucartambo is an event which attracts thousands of Peruvians come from four corners of the country. The worship is tangible in every alley of this magnificent small village of mountain. The Peruvians make offerings of flowers for the virgin and everywhere dance ardently by wearing magnificent traditional attires
La fiesta de la virgen que se celebra en Paucartambo es un acontecimiento que atrae millares de peruanos venidos de las cuatro esquinas(rincones) del país. La devoción es palpable en cada callejón de este pequeño pueblo soberbio de montaña. Los peruanos le hacen ofrendas de flores a la virgen y por todas partes bailas con fervor refiriéndose de espléndidas obligadas tradicionales.
...... there is a pervasive sense of loss, loss shared by many here in virtual life , in the tangible one, shared by friends of all kinds and of family.
I know what I want to say yet I do not.
I mourn, yet I celebrate the man I never met...... yet meant so much to me as it did to so many others.
To you Horst the Sky chaser, light painter,the person who affected, inspired and delighted people..
We knew so much and yet so litte
This we did know
You will not be forgotten
My sincere condolences to Horst's family and friends
It takes a lot of imagination to be a good photographer. You need less imagination to be a painter, because you can invent things. But in photography everything is so ordinary; it takes a lot of looking before you learn to see the ordinary.
David Bailey
She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes. ~Frank Deford
This is a re-edited version totally inspired by *hb19 / Horst way back when I first started on Flickr almost 4 years ago
This is not mine. By chance, a couple of years ago I stumbled upon this photo on someone’s individual web site. The guy who posted it was a self-proclaimed "dumpster diver" and he had successfully rescued this fine photo from the trash during a then recent haul. I got in touch with the dumpster diver to see if perhaps he would consider selling this piece. It would have made a nice addition to my personal collection. Even though he saw enough value in it to save this photo from almost certain destruction, he was somewhat surprised at my offer to purchase it. Unfortunately, the dumpster diver had just recently changed residences at the time and he apparently discarded this photo while packing.
He's still looking.
I'm still looking also.
Some things are just not meant to be.
Alas, even though it is not for me to keep, I thought I would share nonetheless. I checked with the dumpster diver to get his approval. He thought it was a great idea. Oh, and if you happen to come across this photo someday, I’m still interested.
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flickr friends please note: I inadvertently marked this photo as "private" after many of you had already been kind enough to have saved this as a favorite. If you marked this photo as a favorite prior to this faux pas , your favorite was removed by the flickr system. It really wasn’t me that removed your favorite. It was them. I swear! Please feel free to mark as a favorite again if you were one of the people who were affected by this. Sorry, it won’t happen again if I can help it.
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The air is sweet, tangible, and warm against bare skin. I half close my eyes and the world blurs; an array of pinks, blues, yellows, colour, life.
It's been so long. 80 days this year alone, before the first blossom, but it's here. Pink like childhood; a faint taste of vanilla, strawberry, sweet candyfloss. Minuscule petals drift, faintly falling to my hair, like little love heart sweets. 'Be mine?'. I raise my arms and swirl in the light, because I can, because I feel alive.
Almost able to breathe the summer air. So close.
Today, as I was walking home from school, I saw next door's tree in blossom. Finally. Yes, it made me very excited; hopefully our garden is next. But I had to take a photo, so I stood and swirled with my camera beneath the tree, just hidden from window view. Unfortunately not from the keen sense of their dog's smell - the crazy thing started having a minor fit at me so I upped and left. I swear that dog is evil.
So little time, so much to do.
The crossover between virtual worlds and tangible world (especially the virtual and tangible artworlds) is not easy. With funding you can make something quite spectacular, but still not easy… read more
I think it's interesting to think that this ship, the Peter Iredale, will almost definitely still be settled in sand at Fort Stevens long after I am gone from this world. As will most tangibles, as will my personal artifacts - my cameras will persist beyond me, my books will find other hands to fall into, even my beloved Corelle dishes will outlast me. How sad and yet how beautiful - the short amount of time we have upon this Earth. Long after I am gone, some brown-haired girl will wander the shoreline of the Oregon Coast with a camera in her hand and make images that - she hopes - will out live her own too brief life. And so it goes, and so it goes.
Anyway, I don't mean to be morbid, but it is food for thought. I was noticing the ghostly figures of two people in this image (on the left, at the ocean's edge) and comparing them to the solid silhouette of the Iredale. And it occurred to me that this image is a lovely visual metaphor for life and our tenuous grasp of it, and for the things that will remain upon this Earth even after our bodies have left it.
COMING SOON: Kristina Makeeva dreams with her eyes open. Giving life to her whimsical imagination as a child, she reimagines the sprawling wilds of Siberia as dreamscapes where anything feels possible. Contrasting natural light and settings with surreal subjects and pops of technicolor, Makeeva captures what happens when you blur the line between the tangible and intangible, the ethereal and the real, when you stop seeing and start dreaming.
For more imaginative photography inspiration, follow Kristina Makeeva on Flickr
A shot taken for the Saturday Self Challenge on it's first anniversary . When I saw the subject for this week I knew straight away what I was going to do . As it happens we were due to go to R.H.S. Wisley Gardens on Sunday for the " Taste Of Autumn " event which we had been to last year . I took a similar shot then and was hoping for a similar display being there again - it was !!
Biggest problem though was getting a shot without little darlings being propped against the pumpkins and having mobile phones pointed at them - just the same as when trying to get shots of the tractors .
Great ! No kids in the way but still people standing around behind the display - this was a challenge getting a clear shot , patience and persistence pays off in the end .
Putting the text onto the shot was not a problem ,just used the MCS ( My Craft Studio ) programme for card crafters - I am surrounded here by crafters ! Val did say make a card , that would have been quite easy to make a real a real tangible one but would not know where to send it !