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a man steps into the light, his shadow stretching further than his thoughts. the lonja stands silent, its walls soaked in centuries, its doors heavy with time. outside, the world moves fast. inside, the air lingers, waiting for the last visitor to leave.
A low-angle glimpse into the rhythm of urban life. Taken from the ground level of Cologne’s Chlodwigplatz station — a quiet geometry hidden beneath the city’s surface.
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Ein Blick aus der Froschperspektive auf den Takt des städtischen Lebens. Aufgenommen am Boden der Kölner U-Bahn-Station Clodwigplatz – eine stille Geometrie, verborgen unter der Stadt.
she sat like a shadow stitched to the stone, hands folded over something unspeakable. behind her, a man with a red cap was eating in the half-light. between them, a wall — not of concrete, but silence. the graffiti said "tourist" and "no home", but the stillness said more. this was one of those streets in valencia where light speaks louder than voices.
seen through glass, not quite real—an ordinary moment in palma becomes a silent echo of light, shadow, and memory. the woman’s stride, paused in reflection, floats between past and presence, framed by the architecture’s soft dissonance. a photograph that doesn't shout, but stays.seen through glass, not quite real—an ordinary moment in palma becomes a silent echo of light, shadow, and memory. the woman’s stride, paused in reflection, floats between past and presence, framed by the architecture’s soft dissonance. a photograph that doesn't shout, but stays.
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.
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.
beneath the tilted no-parking sign, he walks as if boxed in by invisible limits. a hand to the head—maybe thought, maybe tension. the midday sun burns a path across his skin and the cracked white wall behind him offers no answers. just a command in red and blue: no left, no right.
Walking along the undercliff path I saw Vicki and Rowan laughing and playing in the morning sun. A perfect start to my day.
A close-up of oak leaves dusted with morning frost, marking the quiet shift from autumn to early winter
I’m presuming the owner refused to sell so the developers built around him. There is a similar block of houses next to this block but it hasn’t got any ‘remainers’.
Fabulous mural by an artist with the tag #glimmertwin
I went into Brighton to photograph the Black Lives Matter march but couldn’t resist a panorama of the beach, the skyline and the layers of beautiful clouds.
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.
I used to walk along this coastal path throughout lockdown and I always took photos of the lovely chalk messages like 'Thank you NHS' 'Thank you delivery drivers' 'Stay Safe' and so many more. Since coming out of lockdown the messages are rarely positive and often abusive. But this morning the messages were lovely once again and there was a pretty backdrop to make them stand out.
captured at the urban intersection of museo de escultura al aire libre in madrid under the causeway Eduardo Dato, where modern architecture meets the flowing lines of sunlight. a solitary man moves through the rigid structures of the city, yet his shadow stretches freely across the ground. the fractured shadow lines and sharp contrasts highlight the scene’s symmetry and dynamism, while the interplay of light and darkness reflects the duality of freedom and confinement in an urban environment.
Left: The Milner Tenement Flats built 1934, as part of an extensive inner city slum clearance programme.
Right: Part of the £130 million Circus Street development built 2021/22 and ongoing.
"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 ❤️-
Contemporary style......
sunset through the palm trees as the starlings begin their murmur in the background. ;-))
One pretty big barge called Destiny being guided through from the inner harbour, through the marina lock on its way out to sea and, with fair weather, to a mooring on the Thames.
Took this shot of my 2003 Springer when the mothership visited- bike life makes me happy - camera life makes me happy
he leans into the silence, lifting his glasses with the knowing glance of someone who has read a thousand stories between people—not on pages, but in eyes and pauses.
Thanksgiving is Turkey Rod time @ Daytona National Speedway- 4 days of Rat Rods, Hot Rods, Rat Bikes and Pinup Girls drinking Fireball straight out of the bottle- good times!
framed by the silence of metal and glass, a lone figure sits folded inwards, suspended between the moment and its echo. the reflection stretches across the polished floor like a quiet witness, revealing more in shadow than light. the architecture stands still — but something human flickers within it.