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this dead twig has sat outside for the winter, I still don't know what plant it's from, when it's not wet ( rare I admit in South Wales) the green leaves almost have a worn copper effect. Today however they've created the focus ( in my opinon) for this rain drop. I couldn't quite believe that I had the reflection then on the slate too.
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Cleveland's West Side Market is a marvel of urban ingenuity. That an industrial city like this would cherish and preserve this institution is a testament to American culture.
Desde el mirador de la montaña de Príncipe Pío. De izquierda a derecha, las siluetas de: Palacio Real, cúpula la Capilla de San Isidro, Catedral de la Almudena y cúpula de San Francisco el Grande.
From the viewpoint of the mountain of "Prince Pio" (Madrid). From left to right, "Palacio Real", dome the Chapel of San Isidro, Cathedral of Almudena and dome of "San Francisco el Grande"
Strenge Linien, weiche Rundung – das Kranhaus in Köln und ein unscheinbarer Abluftschacht treffen sich in einem Schwarz-Weiß-Moment, der mehr über die Stadt erzählt, als man denkt.
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Sharp lines, soft curve – Cologne’s Kranhaus and an unassuming exhaust shaft meet in a black-and-white moment that tells more about the city than you might expect.
Shot last summer in Halifax. I was going through some of my shots from last summer and found this beauty,
Every station has its ghosts, waiting for a train that never comes.
Leica Q2 Monochrome
Summilux 28mm/f1.7 Asph.
5:54 pm, the sun hangs low, glowing through the haze. Tree branches stretch across the frame, breaking up the soft orange light. There's a quiet cityscape behind it all—power lines, buildings, the usual urban touch. What I couldn't get to work with this shot when uploading to Flickr were the crushed blacks. Not the best, but I like the shot, so here it is.
caught mid-stride, she moves through a space where architecture dances with shadows — where glass and steel mimic the branches above, and motion meets design in a moment of quiet sync.
Urban Bonds. A bicycle symbolizes the yearning for freedom and movement, yet its chain serves an anchor, tethering it—and us—to urban life. It embodies a delicate balance aspiration and constraint.
The interplay of old and new is captured as Gothic church spires reflect against a modern glass facade. This image explores the contrast between historical architecture and contemporary design, evoking a sense of timelessness.
Cumberland offered this unexpected peek at Fire Station No. 3 — a little pocket of history framed by Toronto’s constant rebuild. The mix of grit, colour, and old brick always pulls me in.
Fire Station No. 3 is a 19th-century Toronto fire hall built in 1871–72, known for its distinctive brick façade and hose-drying clock tower — a practical feature of early fire-fighting architecture. Designed in a Victorian Gothic style common to civic buildings of the era, it originally housed horse-drawn engines and a bell that alerted the neighbourhood to fires. The station closed in 1928, but its tower was preserved and now sits partially integrated into the surrounding modern development. Seen from the alley, the building reveals its layered history — one of the last visible traces of Old Toronto amid the city’s constant rebuild.
A sunny July day in Vancouver has a special kind of brilliance. The city seems to sparkle when the skies clear—glass towers catching the light, the North Shore mountains standing crisp and green, and the ocean shimmering like a sheet of silver-blue. On Burrard Street, where historic brick buildings meet sleek modern skyscrapers, the contrast feels especially alive in the summer sun.
It’s the kind of day when locals spill onto patios, cyclists stream along the seawall, and the air carries a mix of salt from the bay and the scent of blooming flowers from Stanley Park. Vancouver doesn’t get endless stretches of summer sun, so when it does, the whole city seems to lean into it—like it’s celebrating.
Flickr Friday #UrbanContrasts
Most modern building: referenzbauten.de/bauprojekt/landesarchiv-nrw-in-duisburg...
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Old harbour crane: www.metallkultur.de/sonderthema-technisches-kulturgut-haf...
The night moved like a song only one of them could hear.
One danced, wild and weightless, as if the concrete were a stage and the streetlights her spotlight.
The other sat still, thumb scrolling, eyes fixed on a world held behind glass.
There was rhythm in the distance between them.
Laughter that might have been shared.
A bottle left sweating on stone.
A friendship paused—briefly, wordlessly—while the city shimmered behind them.
Cologne after dark. When motion and stillness make their quiet claims.
Mafalala is the most emblematic neighborhood of Maputo.
Is one of about 50 slum suburbs that radiate in the first line outward from downtown of Mozambique’s capital city. Mafalala is Maputo’s oldest informal settlement, and hold´s a rich historical and cultural heritage.
Prior to the end of Portuguese rule, bold poets Noémia de Sousa and José Craveirinha met clandestinely in Mafalala’s haphazard zinc shelters. The neighborhood was also home to Mozambique’s first two presidents, revolutionary fighters Samora Machel and Joaquim Chissano.
A must to site on your trip to Mozambique!
A lone figure walks the icy streets of Lithuania, her umbrella held high against the winter chill. The street is quiet, save for the soft sound of footsteps and the occasional swish of the umbrella cutting through the air.
A white cosmos blooms at the Toronto Music Garden, with a TTC streetcar sliding past in the background. A small reminder of how nature and the city’s rhythm move together along the waterfront.
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at palma beach, as the sun started its quiet descent, the boardwalk seemed to pause. the sea reflected its final whispers of light, while two strangers stood, framed by the horizon. the man, scrolling on his phone, oblivious to the grandeur in front of him. the woman, camera in hand, ready to capture it. two worlds separated by the lens.
the sun’s flare pierced through his silhouette, almost as if reminding him to look up, while the waves rolled on, unbothered by the smallness of us all.
the contrast of their actions—one recording a moment, the other letting it pass—is what keeps this photo alive. it’s a snapshot of the mundane, elevated by the timeless beauty of a sunset.
Buildings in Downtown Kamloops B.C.
With a glimpse of Mount Paul & Mount Peter
In Explore 2017-01-28
Kamloops doesn't look quite as weird as this might suggest. This is shot from an alleyway.
I realized after posting this photo that the mural in the middle depicts this section of downtown, The building to the right is, of course, the office building in this shot. The one to the left is an office building in the next block. On the far right is a foot bridge/overpass that goes above the railway tracks and allows people to get to the park and the arena when there are trains. Mount Paul and Peter are there too and the meeting of the rivers.
captured on landsberger street in munich, in a rare moment of silence on this otherwise busy road. the sweeping curve of the tram tracks pulls the eye forward, creating a peaceful rhythm in the midst of the city’s architecture. the quiet emptiness contrasts with the usual hustle, making the urban landscape feel both familiar and strangely distant. it’s a fleeting pause, a moment suspended in the endless flow of city life.
she walks past without looking. the woman on the wall does not blink. light spills from the jewelry store, cold and distant. shadows stretch, indifferent. the night keeps its secrets.
palma, plaza mayor.
i turned the corner and the world fractured. the man moved forward, head bowed, phone in hand. but the shadow he cast told a different story—taller, older, slower, holding something back. maybe it was yesterday. maybe it was someone else entirely. the wall didn't lie, but it didn't tell the whole truth either.
he stands between two walls of light, one hand shielding the sun, the other buried in blue light. it’s a mirrored pause, a moment split between self and signal. under the harsh geometry of stone and shadow, he becomes twin and ghost, framed by absence and attention.
Street scene in downtown Santarém, near the Tapajós river dock. On the left, the local shop "Mercente Mangote" stands out with its bright Coca-Cola signage, a symbol of everyday life. On the right, a yellow and white church rises above the street, representing spiritual presence in the heart of the city. Overhead wires, blue sky, and contrasting architecture capture the vibrant and diverse rhythm of Amazonian urban life.
Scène de rue dans le centre-ville de Santarém, près de l’embarcadère sur le Tapajós. À gauche, l’épicerie populaire "Mercente Mangote" affiche ses couleurs vives et son enseigne Coca-Cola, symbole du quotidien local. À droite, une église jaune et blanche surplombe la rue, incarnant la présence spirituelle au cœur de la ville. Les câbles électriques, le ciel bleu et les éléments architecturaux contrastés reflètent l’énergie et la diversité de la vie urbaine amazonienne.
🇬🇧 A toyshop window bursting with color and innocence, next to a blunt cry scribbled on the wall: “Legalize Ganja.”
A strange urban collage — half advertisement, half subversion.
The clown grins. The toys smile. The wall speaks louder.
→ Second image in the series Seen Through the Window
→ A visual pause between irony, childhood and dissent
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🇫🇷 Une vitrine pleine d’innocence et de couleurs… collée à un mur qui gribouille sans détour : « Legalize Ganja ».
Un collage urbain étrange — moitié publicité, moitié subversion.
Le clown sourit. Les jouets aussi. Mais le mur parle plus fort.
→ Deuxième image de la série Vu par la fenêtre
→ Une respiration visuelle entre ironie, enfance et contestation