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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.
"Here my little sister is showing how you're supposed to take a fresh wiggly worm from mom's bill. She was like born to do this and knew exactly where to grab any kinds of insects offered, but I... I had to practice many times until I figured it out!
I sometimes felt sorry for her though because she would sink into the soft mud almost ankle deep and wondered why she didn't have awesome flippers like mine. Those would have helped her."
- The Gosling ❤️-
(What looks like a backward-bending knee is, in fact, the bird’s ankle. The knees are located close to the body and covered with feathers.)
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.
This path will be the longest coastal path in the world when it is finished. It will go all around the coast of England and will be around 2,795 miles long when it is complete.
www.nationaltrail.co.uk/en_GB/trails/england-coast-path-s...
I hoped to take a photo of the Amex Stadium as it came out of the afternoon fog but unfortunately it was completely shrouded when I got there.
So I went over to check out Falmer Ponds which looked eerie but beautiful when I arrived. The pond was partly frozen over and the ducks and geese were sliding across it as they landed. The foggy scene was lite up by a vivid orange sun going down behind the trees resulting in some perfect duck reflections.
beneath the clinical grid of a city’s infrastructure, a man moves through shadow with the slow elegance of repetition. there’s no urgency — just the rhythm of necessity, carried in cardboard and plastic.
I’d love to know what the antennae on the sides of the cabin are?
The graffiti artists are getting lots of practice.
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.
The Morris Minor Traveller was launched in 1952 as a new variant of the original Morris Minor saloon from 1948. The iconic vehicle with its unique ash wood frame was originally supplied with an 800cc engine and a split front windscreen but in 1956 they replaced it with a one piece and a new 950cc engine. A symbol of its era normally driven in films by vicars and members of the village WI it ceased production in 1971 after 180,000 had been produced.
See the rest of the Brighton Street series so far:
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!
Nature at its best. This tree looked like it had been blown over in a storm but had secured it branches lower down the hill and carried on growing. Survival of the fittest.
NB: This pic was taken in Knowle Park, Sevenoaks BUT 6 of the 7 Oak trees that gave Sevenoaks its original name were blown down in the Great Storm of 1987. Sevenoaks became just oneoak!!
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
The lock gates were open to allow the boat from my last photo through. It meant I could capture a perfect reflection of the still blue water, the cliffs, the walls of the lock and the huge contraption which lifts the boats out of the water and into the dry dock and the Marina boatyard. Not sure what it’s called but I’ll ask.
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.
No I didn't go to the Chelsea Flower Show. I tried it once and found it far to expensive, crowded and overwhelming for me. Instead I went to Chelsea in Bloom and Belgravia in Bloom. A train to Victoria and then wandering the streets admiring and photographing to my hearts content.
A long, weathered wooden pier stretches into the calm waters of Sortlandssundet, its decaying planks and moss-covered railings telling stories of time and tide. Captured from Ånstadsjøen, the view looks eastward across the sound toward Kringleveien, where snow-capped mountains rise beneath a heavy, clouded sky. The stillness of the water mirrors the quiet grandeur of the landscape, evoking a sense of solitude and timelessness in Norway’s northern fjordlands.
For a change of scenery I took a walk around the West harbour wall. It looks south back towards the marina, Black Rock, Brighton and the South Coast. It’s mainly used by the fishermen, bird spotters and the occasional walkers like me. I don’t know what the round tower was built for but there is an old toilet and sink in there, presumably for the fishermen.
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.
Experimenting with new MJ insights, I was listening to Kendra Morris. To see what would happen I inserted her name in the prompt in combination with various album names. Whatever happened, for one, Kendra Morris is not an unified entity in the MJ language models.
"I thought all three of us were looking for juicy bugs! My advantage would have been that I was right there, next to my dad's digging operation, and Mr. Blackbird was way too far to get the next worm coming up from mud. As it turned out, Mr. Blackbird wasn't there for worms after all! He was there to harass and attack my dad!!! I don't understand. Maybe he just doesn't know how nice and loving my family is."
- The Gosling ❤️-
A cyclist in the new cycle lane - A rare occurrence.
There’s been a cycle lane on the very wide pavement from Brighton Marina, all the way through Brighton and Hove to Shoreham for as long as I can remember. The new, brightly painted cycle lane now takes up half of Madeira Drive and there is a one way system for cars on the other half. The cyclists have mainly stayed on the original pavement cycle lane which is just as well as the new one is closed for safety reasons.
Took this shot of my 2003 Springer when the mothership visited- bike life makes me happy - camera life makes me happy