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"Le monde est un rêve qu'on pourrait congèler... " ~ Iron and Wine
de ma série "C'est le vent dont on se seouvient"
"The world is a dream that we could freeze..." ~ Iron and Wine.
From my series "It's the wind we remember"
Bronica Sq-a. kodak tmax 400, 150mm f/3.5, wide open. Self-developed film.
Absorbed in our devices, with our gazes lost, are we able to see each other anymore? Or have WE become the mannequins, just there to be looked at but without being really there?
Union Square,
New York City.
2015
© Sion Fullana
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As usual I heard them all singing before I saw them. A beautiful chorus. It was the 9th August and they used to spend the winter on the boats at sunset. For the last few years I can't work out why they're only in the harbour for a few days and then disappear. I discovered why last night when there was a loud bang and they flew away on mass. It sounded like a gun to frighten them.
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.
When I first passed by these lads sitting outside Asda I decided it was far to busy to stop and take their photo. On my return the path was clear and I noticed their Just Eat outfits and bags matched the Halloween advert on the wall behind them. Perfect.
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.
My morning walk was round the harbour wall this morning and, being a lovely morning, it was busy with fishermen. I was talking to this guy about his bait which I think he said was lugworms. I asked if it was ok to take a photo of them and him and he talked about getting one to smile and then decided to show me the worms large teeth......... all a bit much first thing in the day.
When I took this shot I found separating the leaping girl from the background hotel quite challenging. In the end it was easier to use a posterize filter in post process. I'm not a lover of post processing but it did the job here.
Hove Lawns - Hundreds of happy Father Christmas's dashing along from Hove Lawns to Shoreham and back. All in aid of the Rockinghorse Appeal - The Official Fundraising Arm of The Royal Alexandra Children's Hospital in Brighton.
The boardwalk was opened today, on time, by the Major of Brighton and Hove. Lovely bright, fluffy cloud weather for colour photography but gales force winds made sure nobody lingered.
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There were thousands of the little chaps waiting their turn to go under Weatherspoons for the night. These were the end stragglers and then they were all gone.
Brighton and Hove Council appear to have done a good job rehoming homeless people and rough sleepers through various lockdowns. Many I speak to now have permanent accommodation. Others were accommodated in hotels and hostels. Sadly some of the hostels gave them notice to move out last week and many are back of the streets. The Black Rock arches are filling up.
in a shaft of harsh midday light, he emerges like a figure from a lost epic—wrapped in dust, framed by silence. each movement slow and deliberate, his presence slices through the stillness of the construction site. it is not just labor that you see, but rhythm, resilience, and the poetry of hands that shape cities.
One of the few remaining Victorian staircases from Madeira Drive to Marine Parade tagged from top to bottom by what can only be kids. A lot of it is chalk so will wash of in the rain.
The Brighton Festival launched today with the Children's Parade, after a two year break because of covid restrictions. The truly appropriate theme was rebuilding and hope, broken down into three subjects areas, rebuilding nature, homes and communities. The schools and children were invited to create large scale artworks and costumes, that explored ideas for children to learn together through making. They certainly did not disappoint.
The lighter shades on Baloo's fur were a rich chestnut brown. However the building site background was so colourful and busy that it distracted from the main subjects. Changing it to mono bought the focus back to Baloo and his owner.
A vivid collision of regulation and nature—this playful scene captures a "No Parking" sign perfectly juxtaposed with a cheerful potted plant in the heart of Andalusia. A quirky snapshot of Spanish street charm where rules meet creativity.
I'm not sure I understand this protest:
Free Lulu the turtle who, it says on the pavement, is either 82 years old OR has spent 82 years in the Sea Life Centre. I've checked the life span of a sea turtle on the WWF site and it says they have been known to live for up to 50 years.
So how old is Lulu? And where on earth would they take her to spend her remaining years, if she has any, and how would she travel there? Moving Lulu anywhere would, I'm sure, be so traumatic for her that she could die of the shock or a heart attack .... which begs the question do turtles have heart attacks?
I usually capture life in these alcoves as a documentary record of Black Rock and Dukes Mound. When I was taking the photo I was thinking the occupant of the sleeping bag clearly had a tidy mind with the pair of black trainers sitting neatly beside where he slept. What I didn't see till I came to post the picture was the rat looking down on the scene. You wouldn't have seen me for dust if I had seen it.
in the hidden corners of the city, where light meets shadow, a lone figure strides with purpose. the bright red of a bandana punctuates the deep contrast of concrete and darkness, a bold statement against a canvas of muted grays and blacks. from above, the perspective shifts — a solitary silhouette caught in a moment of transition, moving from the shadows into the light, or perhaps the other way around. the ground beneath, textured and weathered, tells stories of countless steps, of journeys untold. the sharp geometry of shadows cuts through the scene, creating a sense of tension and mystery. it’s a fleeting glimpse of urban solitude, a dance between movement and stillness, light and dark, captured in a moment that invites contemplation.
The Inside Out Project is a city-wide celebration of Londoners by artist JR. The promotion materials say ‘that the project is transforming the capital’s streets, squares and buildings with spectacular outdoor photographic displays. Capturing the stories of Londoners during the UEFA EURO 2020 the project is creating a series of activations in five locations across London, including Granary Square’.
The Inside Out Project King’s Cross is an exhibition focussed on local people who are active in grassroots sport and use physical activity to improve their wellbeing.
On a trip to Kings Cross, London I took a series of images using parts of the Project as a backdrop. Granary Square has a huge exhibition of the portraits which lead the public through the relevant areas.
I believe this photographer was part of the project and photographing the portrait pavement to promote the exhibition and bring visitors to the area. I can’t see any other photographer carrying a large step ladder on a trip to London !
this was palma during semana santa. not the polished view from postcards, but the moments in between – when the procession pauses, when a glance escapes the robe, when the mask slips just a bit. behind every tradition are people, gestures, breath. i wandered, asked, waited. sometimes they noticed, sometimes they didn’t. but i felt the weight of ritual brushing against the mundane.
The Brighton Festival launched today with the Children's Parade, after a two year break because of covid restrictions. The truly appropriate theme was rebuilding and hope, broken down into three subjects areas, rebuilding nature, homes and communities. The schools and children were invited to create large scale artworks and costumes, that explored ideas for children to learn together through making. They certainly did not disappoint.
between two worlds — the hands hold the frame, but the story belongs to the screen. suspended wires weave light and structure into one hypnotic pattern, and the phone becomes more real than the street it reflects.
I brought one of my potted garden plants in to prune and found this beautiful skeleton leaf in with the dead leaves. I measured it and it was just less than 2.5 cm wide. When the light shone from behind it looked like a piece of gold jewellery.
I brought some of my bedding plants from the patio up to the balcony as the snails keep dining out on them. I removed all the snails and put the plants in the sink to soak in water. Next time I went in the room this little chap (I called him Brian after the Magic Roundabout) was happily munching away on my pretty pinks. Not one to miss an opportunity I moved the pot under the light as Brian posed in every possible position.
Taken from the Battersea Power Station website:-
"World-renowned David Hockney has sprinkled some Christmas magic over Battersea Power Station, with a bespoke new piece of art! Drawn on his iPad, Hockney's 10 minute animation, Bigger Christmas Tree, transforms the iconic façade into two magical Christmas trees overlooking the Thames."