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So very very distressing to see! The dry weather of the last 5/6 weeks has caused so many ponds, lakes and reservoirs to dry up across the UK. It won't be long before Falmer Pond is completely dry. The huge fish are either already dead and floating on the surface or swimming close to shallow surface. One lone seagull is unable to fly away because it looks like he has a broken wing. He may not be able to fly away but he's making the most of his situation eating the dead fish ;-(((
Meanwhile signs around the pond warn the public that "Bird Flu has been found in the area - don't risk spreading it".
Diese Bilderserie präsentiert die Ausstellung “Schaukelnde Nester” im Blühenden Barock Ludwigsburg, aufgenommen mit der Fujifilm X-H2. Die Ausstellung, die vom 21. März bis 27. April 2025 in der Orangerie stattfindet, zeigt kunstvoll dekorierte Nester, die Geborgenheit und Zusammenhalt symbolisieren. Diese Installation entstand in Kooperation mit der Klimapartnerschaft durch die Deutsch-Ecuadorianische Gesellschaft e.V.
The south coasts first offshore wind farm stretching from West Worthing to Brighton. It covers an area of 72 square kilometres, which is just larger than the island of Guernsey in the English Channel.
The only reason I went to Churchill Square today was to sort out an issue I've had with my iphone since lockdown. Top marks to Apple for staying safe. Visits to the shop are by appointment only. When you arrive they take your temperature and provide you with a face mask if you don't have your own.
Meet Rich the guy who helped me sort out the problem I've been having. Basically if I used my iphone in portrait mono mode (stage light mono) the photo's came out in colour. Hence this is a shot of us working out what is happening and why. To long a story to go into here. Great guy and fingers crossed the problem is sorted.
Coronavirus - the way out of lockdown series
⛵ From the beating heart of the Old Port, through bustling city streets and hidden alleys
⛪️ Up to the golden guardian of Marseille, Notre-Dame-de-la-Garde, watching over sea and soul
️ Past the striking La Major Cathedral, where history meets the horizon
☀️ A city of contrasts – rough and radiant, ancient and alive
Marseille isn’t just visited – it’s felt. Every step tells a story.
It’s been tough for the mannequin community through lockdown. They couldn’t work from home and they didn’t qualify for the furlough scheme as they’re in temporary positions. Not to worry now non-essential retail has reopened they’ll soon be back on their feet.
The sun shone on the little lake and the tiny chicks were giving mum the run around. All eleven scattered in different directions and it was challenging to get photo of them all in the same patch. Mum to the eleven chicks seemed to give up any hope and just buried her head in the lake.
Snails in the marina seem to appear in their hundreds when its been raining. This group were quite happy rock climbing but when its raining they are also in abundance on the bushes. I googled it and learnt that snails breathe though their skin, and the water triggers osmosis which allows them to take in oxygen.
The numbers of starlings over Brighton Pier and West Pier has reduced significantly over recent years but they still put on a great show, especially if there is a spectacular sunset. They'll be migrating in the next few weeks and I've not managed to get to photograph them at all this season. I'd arranged a carer so I could get there and take a chance on the weather. The weather was dull but not raining and I did manage to get a tiny sunset on the horizon. Still worth going just to watch their mesmerising display.
The marathon usually starts with the cyclists but this year they had their own race at the crack of dawn. So it started with the mods and their scooters, followed by the minis, then the time car and then the front runners and the marathon.
He is cloaked not just in fabric, but in mystery. Tucked inside an oversized hoodie, this young boy peers out with quiet intensity, caught between childlike innocence and something deeper—perhaps solitude, perhaps strength. The shadows hold him like a secret, softening his edges while sharpening his gaze. It’s a moment of stillness where emotion lingers, a portrait that asks questions instead of offering answers.
Une silhouette découpée dans la lumière, simple et universelle : un être humain, un parapluie, un ciel blanc. L’absence de détails crée un espace pour l’imaginaire : est-ce la protection contre le soleil brûlant ou contre une pluie imminente ? Ce jeu de contrastes et de formes géométriques — le triangle de l’ombrelle, la courbe du bras, la ligne de l’épaule — donne à la scène une dimension presque graphique. C’est une photographie de l’instant, mais aussi une méditation sur l’ombre et la lumière.
There were 5 swans in the inner harbour today which appeared to be the parents with 3 cygnets. There are only one pair of resident swans in the harbour but their eggs haven't hatched for a few years. So I'm guessing these are day visitors. I cannot see the marina swans letting them stay in their territory.
Non ricordava più da quanto tempo fissava l’orizzonte.
Forse un’ora. Forse dieci anni.
Da quando i segnali si erano spenti e le strade avevano smesso di condurre da qualche parte, il tempo aveva smesso di avere un senso.
Alle sue spalle: rovine e silenzi.
Davanti, un mare torvo, senza navi.
Non c’erano più porti, né rotte. Solo la sensazione che qualcosa, là fuori, lo stesse cercando.
O forse lo aveva già trovato.
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He couldn’t remember how long he’d been staring at the horizon.
An hour, maybe. Or ten years.
Ever since the signals had gone dark and roads had stopped leading anywhere,
time had stopped making sense.
Behind him: ruins and silence.
Ahead, a sullen sea, empty of ships.
There were no more harbors, no more routes.
Only the feeling that something, out there,
was looking for him.
Or maybe it had already found him.
It was difficult to avoid the piles of rubbish across Tower Hamlets when taking photos of the murals. Such a shame when the street artists have put so much work into their murals.
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I've been posting into my Life on Black Rock series for a few years until earlier this year when the last occupants were evicted and B&H Council posted their massive plans for the regeneration of the Black Rock site. Since then even the graffiti artists and the skate boarders seem to have abandoned the site. It has deteriorated into little more than a tip with a sign amongst the rubbish saying you'll be fined £150 on the spot for dropping or leaving litter.
All that has remained constant on the site has been the brown leather sofa's that I have taken so many portraits on. I could have done a whole series of life on the brown sofa's. But now this one has been covered in graffiti and the other one is in a puddle ;-(((
The tall building to the right back of the photo is the helipad extension of the Royal Sussex County Hospital. Built and operational thanks to a £1,650,000 donation from the HELP Appeal - the only charity in the country dedicated to funding hospital helipads.
In past years I've happily attended events photographing ghoulies and beasties but not this year. In our 2024 world I am uncomfortable with the the graphic Halloween focus on knives, blood and gore.
The Eagle Public House - Closed since 4th January 2021 for UK’s third lockdown. No reopening dates for hospitality as yet.
The harbour wall was very busy today with all the fishermen. I met Terry who was telling me its the first time he's been out since we went back into Lockdown. He felt it safe on the harbour wall. When I ask if I could take his photo he said he'd take his glasses off but then he seemed to freeze. I chatted and took a few shots but he didn't go back to the happy, relaxed guy I was talking to earlier.
The above Art Installation stands in Valley Gardens, Brighton but is touring along the coast and across to Belgium. The 13 foot high silhouettes cut from steel depict a soldier holding a baby, while leading a refugee mother and child to safety, and aims to highlight the plight of those suffering in war-torn Ukraine.
"Battersea Power Station is such a beautiful building, I wanted to decorate it in a way that I hoped would bring joy and hope to Londoners," said David Hockney.
Portraits from the Street - Cheryl
When I saw the piles of clothes and bits and bobs strewn across the pavement I thought it had to be the result of lockdown. But the co-owner Cheryl told me the shop, which is in Madeira Drive arches, has been closed most of 2020 because of the accumulative effect of both lockdown and the ban on cars in Madeira Drive. So Cheryl was there with her partner clearing it out before making a decision on the way forward.
(The ban on cars in Madeira Drive was a direct effect of Covid-19 and a government initiative to get the country out of cars and onto bikes. It became a ‘temporary’ cycle lane funded by the government.)
This shop reflects the effects of Covid -19 on both the tiniest shops like this one and the retail giants worldwide.
There’s a story told in silence, behind the fold of a hood and the veil of a trembling hand.
A gaze like a whispered secret breaks through the dark, defiant and unafraid to be seen.
This is not just concealment—it is revelation.
The eye doesn’t just look back—it remembers, it warns, it watches.
In this quiet portrait of veiled emotion, vulnerability wears the mask of strength.
Look closely. There is more shown in what is hidden than in what is revealed.
I always look into the Brighton Marina lock as I walk across each day. The contents of the water vary from day to day. There’s usually bits and pieces of plastics and debris and often the remains of oil on the water. Whether or not I photograph it is always dependent on the light and the reflections. Today I stopped to watch the colours of the oil and noticed that the rain was falling heavily and creating lovely dark circles contrasting with the colourful oil.
On the hottest of afternoons, the sky went dark, a drop fell, and soon after, the clouds broke and everything and everyone on sight got soaked. One hour later, the sun was fiercely shinning again....
Carroll Gardens,
Brooklyn, New York
2015
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I've been experimenting with different techniques, compositions and framing in camera for the starling images. The original of this shot was 93" x 62". I'm not a fan of cropping but I have reduced the size to square 35" x35" to upload, albeit we can now upload massive images to Flickr.
Il mondo scivolava via dietro di lui, un’impronta dopo l’altra.
Il freddo non lo mordeva più: era diventato parte del paesaggio, come il silenzio.
Ad ogni passo, la neve cancellava il precedente, come se anche lei volesse dimenticarlo.
Nessuna direzione. Nessuna promessa. Solo quella traccia sottile davanti a lui.
Incisa da altri piedi, forse.
O forse era stato lui, in un altro tempo, a lasciarla.
Non c’erano più strade.
Solo bianco, come un foglio ancora da scrivere.
E lui non aveva penna. Ma continuava a camminare.
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The world slipped away behind him, one footprint at a time.
The cold no longer bit — it had become part of the landscape, like silence.
With each step, the snow erased the last, as if it too wished to forget him.
No direction. No promise. Only that faint trace ahead.
Etched by other feet, perhaps.
Or maybe by him, in another time.
There were no more roads.
Only white — like a page still unwritten.
And he had no pen. But he kept walking.