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Home to Brighton and Hove Albion - the Seagulls
And through the COVID-19 pandemic a UK testing centre for the virus.
The field over looking the Amex stadium is usually a mass of large, vibrant, red poppies each year. This year it’s a field of wild flowers - small poppies, rape seed, dandelions, thistles and something blue? Nowhere near as lovely for a landscape but then I doubt the farmer plants the field for the photographic opportunities it offers.
n the heart of the old medina, an elderly man sits quietly against a stone column, watching the slow rhythm of the day unfold. His traditional red chechia cap and calm posture reflect the dignity and patience of a generation deeply tied to the streets and stories of this place. The soft afternoon light reveals the textures of time — aged walls, faded paint, and the quiet persistence of daily life that defines the soul of the medina.
In line with the covid rules I met with one person from a different household for my daily exercise. As we walked along the boardwalk we came across a shocking pink stool (as you do!). We couldn’t decide if the the rules allowed us to sit down while exercising but not wanting to miss the opportunity we stopped and took a few shots. It’s not every day you come across a pink stool on a beach.
Wonderful to walk in the rain today but a challenge to get around the puddles. Never thought of dusting off my wellies in a drought.
NB: How to navigate with puddles!!
Tristran Gooley, the Natural Navigator said:
“The sun is due south in the middle of the day. That means it's casting shadows to the north side of any obstacles. What this means is on any track that runs from east to west you'll see more puddles on the south side."
"The sun in the middle of the day is drying everything except the bits it can't reach so they stay wet and we see more puddles on the south side of tracks."
Find out more on his website: www.naturalnavigator.com/tristan-gooley/
sometimes a wall looks back. a glance frozen in lime and pigment pierces through the noise of the street.
she walks by, unaware of the weight of the painted gaze.
or perhaps she knows. and still walks on.
In a hurry to use the Government funding and create cycle lanes across Brighton those charged with widening Dukes Mound decided all the plants on the green wall needed to come down. According to Brighton and Hove's Green Council they knew nothing of this and are setting up an enquiry!
And then the skies opened up the forecast 'sunshine and showers' turned into torrential rain! I could have done with a photographer to capture my drowned rat look.
The ladies in the photo are the Jumping Jeanies out for their morning exercise. Cut short by the rain.
What caught my eye and prompted me to take this picture was the plastic glove reaching out of the water. Then when I’d taken the photo I realised the glove blended in with the rest of the bits and bobs on the surface. It didn’t matter as the sun lighting the inner harbour water and a wind rippling the surface made for quite an interesting abstract image.
((Etna Protocol – Southern Slope, November 2193)
At dawn, the crater reveals its true form.
What the night kept hidden, the light slowly unveils: a mineral amphitheatre, where matter seems to speak through subtle, barely hinted tones.
That red, that ochre—unexpected chromatic nuances emerge like veins across the dark surface.
A contrast that no longer seems to belong to this world, now silent, abandoned by humankind.
The large boulder in the center appears like an ancient heart—foreign, yet inevitably bound to the landscape.
The wind is still, but something breathes beneath our feet.
The feeling that every step we take is being welcomed, recorded, and perhaps remembered, is palpable.
In these visible layers, we read the volcano’s memory—a silent chronicle of events that predate all human civilization.
Nothing moves, and yet everything feels alive, waiting.
Perhaps time itself, here, has paused to listen.
We’ve decided to stay a little longer.
The probe is active and records almost imperceptible frequencies—testimony of a world that, while seemingly motionless, has never ceased to change.
Something tells us that what we came to find is not far now.
Materia che respira – Frammento IV
(Protocollo Etna – Cratere della Cisterna, Novembre 2193)
All'alba, il cratere si mostra nella sua vera forma. Ciò che la notte custodiva, la luce rivela lentamente: un anfiteatro minerale, dove la materia sembra parlare attraverso tinte sottili, appena accennate. Quel rosso, quell’ocra, sfumature cromatiche inattese, emergono come venature sulla superficie scura. Un contrasto che non sembra appartenere a questo mondo ormai silenzioso, abbandonato dagli uomini.
Il grande masso al centro appare come un cuore antico, estraneo eppure inevitabilmente legato al paesaggio. Il vento tace, ma qualcosa respira sotto i nostri piedi. La sensazione che ogni nostro passo venga accolto, registrato e forse ricordato è palpabile.
In queste stratificazioni visibili leggiamo la memoria del vulcano, una cronaca silenziosa di eventi che precedono ogni civiltà umana. Nulla si muove, eppure ogni cosa sembra viva, in attesa. Forse il tempo stesso, qui, si è fermato per ascoltare.
Abbiamo deciso di restare ancora un po'. La sonda è attiva e registra frequenze quasi impercettibili, testimonianza di un mondo che, pur apparendo immobile, non ha mai smesso di mutare.
Qualcosa ci dice che ciò che dovevamo trovare non è lontano.
Brooklyn,
New York City
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It was raining today as I walked along the beach path towards Brighton. There wasn't any frost, it wasn't that cold ......... but in the middle of the path sat a little pyramid of ice with a tiny pebble in the centre.
Menton – wo sich pastellfarbene Fassaden an die Hügel schmiegen und das Licht nie gleich ist.
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Vom goldenen Morgen bis zum blauen Abend scheint hier alles weicher, ruhiger – fast wie gemalt.
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Genau dieser Moment, eingefangen mit der Leica D-Lux App:
Ein Ausschnitt Südfrankreichs, eingefroren im perfekten Licht.
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✨ Manche Orte sieht man nicht nur – man fühlt sie.
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Wart ihr schon mal in Menton? Oder träumt ihr euch gerade dorthin?
Schreibt es in die Kommentare oder speichert diesen Blick für später!
Sussex University student accommodation - behind Brighton station.
See the rest of the Brighton Street series so far:
www.flickr.com/photos/chris_marina/albums/72157718328180528:
A massive rejuvenation project has started with the vegetation work on Dukes Mound. The area has, over many many years become overgrown particularly with 20-30’ tamarisk shrubs. One aim is for people walking through the area to be able to see the sea. We certainly can today.
My Life on Black Rock series:
I went out for some fresh air and exercise only to find the undercliff path closed from the marina to Rottingdean. A helicopter was hovering over the cliff and sea at Ovingdean in very windy weather. As usual I only had my iPhone but I don’t think my 600mm lens would have got a half-decent shot either. I just captured the outline of somebody being rescued from the sea.
Diese Serie zeigt Eindrücke aus Erfurt, der vielseitigen Landeshauptstadt Thüringens.
Entstanden sind die Aufnahmen bei verschiedenen Licht- und Wettersituationen – von ruhigen Gassen über die Krämerbrücke bis hin zu Plätzen, Straßen und kleinen Details, die man oft erst beim zweiten Blick bemerkt.
Die Fujifilm X-H2 war dabei ein verlässlicher Begleiter – präzise, farbstark und mit genug Dynamikumfang, um sowohl kontrastreiche Stadtansichten als auch feinere Strukturen einzufangen.
Kein festes Thema, eher eine Sammlung von Momenten: Architektur, Alltag, Farbe, Struktur – so, wie Erfurt sich an diesem Tag gezeigt hat.
in the quiet margin of a highway, a pair of pink shoes rests against the weight of a wide sky. there is no movement, no footsteps, no sound — only the memory of presence and the strange stillness that remains. an image that asks more than it answers.
the shoes were set into the existing photo with photoshop and adobe firefly 3.
I often see a title before I frame a picture. I saw this guy walking along the beach and immediately sung the Chris de Burgh song in my head, then took the frame ;-)))
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.
amidst the towering structures of the oculus in new york city, a lone figure stands under an umbrella, seeking refuge from the rain. the bold, diagonal lines of the architecture contrast sharply with the delicate silhouette, creating a visual dialogue between human vulnerability and the strength of steel and concrete. the wet surfaces glisten, reflecting the city's constant motion, while the dark shadows evoke a sense of mystery and solitude. it is a moment caught in the balance between exposure and shelter, a fleeting pause in the rush of urban life.
captured just outside the pull and bear shop near the mercat d’olivar in palma de mallorca, this photograph frames a serene moment of a young woman absorbed in her phone. the play of light and shadow accentuates her calm demeanor, creating a striking contrast that highlights both her elegance and the urban environment. the monochrome palette adds a timeless quality to the image, emphasizing the quiet introspection amidst the hustle and bustle of the city. this candid shot encapsulates a fleeting moment of stillness, beautifully juxtaposed against the backdrop of everyday life.
Today I went to the Hockney Experience at Lightroom, 8 minutes walk from Kings Cross/St Pancras in London. The photos I’ve taken include the audience lying and sitting around absorbed in the experience. It was spectacular.
I can only describe it using the websites words:
Holoport, the audio company, radically transforms how audiences engage with sound.
Disguise is a platform which enables audiences to experience spectacular visual experiences.
After my window/ sleet photo (1) and before my sunset photo (3) a battle took place between the black clouds, the white clouds and an orange sunset. The sunset won.
.......... We'll all be back together soon.
Brighton Palace Pier closed to the public on 22nd March 2020 for only the second time in 120 years. The last time was for WW11. The closure was in advance of the Prime Minister historic announcement that the country was in a state of emergency and was to go into lockdown from midnight on the 23rd.