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I've not managed to get to the pier to photograph the starlings at all this season. As they're expected to be gone by the end of March I made the time to get there this evening. They put on a magnificent performance.
This is not merely a statue — it is the stillness of truth made visible, a silence shaped by time, standing as a reminder of something far greater than the self.
The Buddha does not represent a god, but the profound stillness that lives within all beings — the stillness from which karma flows, guiding each moment with quiet, unfailing balance.
Inner peace is not something one can own. It is a state to return to, after all illusions of control have faded.
The universe does not bend to human will. Humanity moves within it. And at its heart lies not dominion, but harmony. Stillness. Grace.
Many seek meaning in noise and motion. But the truth waits in stillness — vast, enduring, and patient — reminding all that we are not here to conquer the universe,
but to remember how to belong to it.
a bridge, lines fading into the sky. the silhouette of a person, just an outline, without a face, without a name. walking alone, wrapped in shadows and light, a wanderer between worlds. the city in the background blurs, unreal, as if it were just a memory. here, on this bridge, time doesnât exist, only the step into the unknown. the path is clear, the destination hidden.
"Merdeka" is not just about looking back at our freedom, it’s about moving forward together with hope, unity, and courage.
The old-fashioned typewriter is a symbol of a bygone era. With its clacking keys and sturdy metal frame, it once sat proudly on every writer's desk. Unlike modern computers, typewriters required focus and precision — there was no delete key, only the rhythm of ink striking paper. Each letter carried the weight of intention. Though now mostly replaced by digital devices, the typewriter still holds a certain nostalgic charm, reminding us of a time when writing was a slower, more deliberate craft.
We started the day with an orange sunrise and ended with this stunning red sunset reflecting in the harbour.
Wearing their bestest mer-themed outfits they rose from Brighton Seas to march from the Peace Statue at Hove Lawns to the Fortune of War Bar to party until dark. This year the mer-folk, sailors, lobsters, jelly fish, haddock etc were raising money for Supporters Against Sewage and the Wave project.
High tide tonight was only 5’1 m so although it battered the boat and the water was pouring in it wasn’t enough to shift it off the rocks. I could be posting pre wreck photos for days/weeks to come. It’s very sad to watch.
This guy was too busy for me to interrupt and ask if I could take his photo but he did look at me just as I clicked.
Walking through the streets of St Augustine FL and it reminded me of all the street performers in New Orleans where I grew up - so much talent
These plumeria blossoms burn with unnatural beauty, petals glowing from deep pink to molten orange, as if lit from within by something not quite of this world. Nestled in a lush tangle of leaves, they seem too vivid, too perfect, like offerings left in a place where time stands still. The unopened buds hint at more to come, but the air feels heavy, watchful. This photograph captures not just tropical elegance, but a whisper of something eerie an ancient bloom that remembers.
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The Burning of the Clocks Parade took a compulsory break in 2020 and 2021 due to the Covid restrictions. So the shortest day of 2022 was celebrates by thousands and thousands of families ready to enjoy the festivities. Culminating with a bonfire and fireworks on the beach, lit by a new neon light art installation, the evening was a fabulous success.
"My dad, my hero. Ever since I was a tiny tot I have been close with my dad. He and I go together like peas and carrots. He leads and I follow. I follow him when we forage on land, and I follow him when we forage in water. I follow him when we fly. He teaches and I learn. Together we find the best bugs and critters ever!
Once I tried to show him how much fun it was swimming and diving in cottonwood fluff covered water, and that he should try it too. But he just wanted to concentrate on feeding. Adults can sometimes be boring."
- The Gosling ❤️-
Ace Café London put out a call for all petrol heads to join them on Madeira Drive where they presented the 10th InCarNation annual event. The day featured racers, tuners, car clubs and motor clubs from across the country.
An unusual band of spreading white clouds looming above threatening black clouds over the harbour this afternoon. I decided to educate myself but I got a bit lost in the words (below). Basically they were rather lovely.
Cirrus spissatus is a thickened variety of cirrus cloud which form high in the troposphere (at altitudes of around 20,000-26,000 ft). Whilst most cirriform clouds remain thin and wispy (due to the relative sparseness of moisture in the upper air), this variety is fuelled by the incoming moisture that arrives in advance of the frontal system and can sometimes grow to cover much of the sky. If it does so then get an umbrella because wet and stormy weather could be on the way!
he takes a drag, exhales slowly. the smoke lingers for a moment, then disappears, just like thoughts drifting away. silence in a crowded place. time pauses between the inhale and the exhale.
two figures walk hand in hand through a narrow corridor of light, their forms reduced to shadow and silhouette. the faint outline of their linked hands adds an unexpected warmth to the scene, turning an ordinary walk into a moment of quiet intimacy. with faces hidden and only their shadows stretching long across the pavement, this image captures a fleeting but tender connection, a small gesture made mysterious in the play of light and darkness. it invites the viewer to imagine who they are and what stories they carry in this quiet, cinematic scene.
Taken from the 16.09 London Bridge to Brighton train. Field after field of daffodils or should I say 'a host of golden daffodils'. And another field of sheep (the white blobs). What could be more English?
NB: A tad blurry but I was on a train and probably travelling at 100mph.
This is the beach side of the perimeter road just in front of where the Jumpin’ Jeannie’s are holding their class.
I stopped to take a photo of the ‘Black Rock Beach Life’ sign with the all clutter parked around it. The guy stepped off the beach just as I was clicking but I didn’t have time to get him fully in the frame. He completely coordinated with the rest of the picture.
The Brighton Eye
Brighton used to have a Brighton Eye the same as this one but it had to go when Brighton and Hove City Council agreed a deal with British Airways to build the i360 on the site of the old West Pier. The attraction cost £46 million, with £36 million being funded by a Public Works Loan Board (PWLB) loan through B&H City Council.
Formerly known as the "Brighton i360", the project aimed to attract up to 800,000 paying customers every year. The owner of the site, the West Pier Trust, hoped in 2014 that a successful i360 would lead to the rebuilding of the historic West Pier.
In June 2018, disappointing visitor numbers forced the owners to ask B&H City Council and the LEP for better loan repayment terms. The local paper reported that "in the first full year, from August 2016, the i360 had just over 500,000 visitors, significantly fewer than the 800,000 predicted." The shortfall in visitors was blamed on “poor weather and the unreliable train service to and from London”.
The i360 made a loss of more than £5 million last year, the latest financial reports have revealed. B&H City Council are now owed almost £48 million as the attraction suffered another successive year in the red.
Wheelchair access to the beach ;-)))
I was talking to the contractors today about their constructions and they explained they were building wheelchair access to the beach. There is to be a open sitting area by Black Rock with a wheelchair accessible path leading to the beach access.
A dramatic New York City sunset casting golden light behind the iconic Empire State Building and the leaning towers of the American Copper Buildings. Shot from the East River, the skyline forms a bold silhouette against the glowing sky, capturing the moment when architecture and atmosphere align.
a young woman leans against stone and time, lost in the softness of a book, while the silhouette of rebellion watches over her shoulder. a silent tension hangs in the frame—between icons and identities, between thought and gesture.
Scattata con Polaroid Now +
Pellicola Color i-Type Film
Lampada a luce continua
Doppia Esposizione
Digitalizzata, non Manipolata.
Ascoli Piceno Ottobre 2025
Taken with Polaroid Now +
Color i-Type Film
Not digitally Manipulated
continuous light
Double Exposure
Ascoli Piceno October 2025
Walking along the undercliff path I saw Vicki and Rowan laughing and playing in the morning sun. A perfect start to my day.