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Walking along Madeira Drive this morning I saw a camper van parked with the back window opened wide, flowers decorating the ledges and one pretty lady looking out. And so I met Devon, a seasoned van dweller. She had arrived this morning and was hoping to park on the Drive for a few days before being moved on.
I first saw Katan as he was sitting against a lovely blue sky on top of his mobile home. It was July this year but somehow I mislaid his phone number and, although he was happy for me to use them, I wouldn’t post them on Flickr until he’d seen them.
Katan doesn’t live in the mobile home as he has an apartment in Hove. He uses it when it’s beautiful weather so he can spend time on the coast. I found him calming and empathetic to talk to which is probably because, as he explained, he is a spiritual health practitioner.
[Spiritual Health Practitioners are clinically trained to support the spiritual health of patients and families across diverse beliefs, cultural perspectives, and practices. Spiritual Health Practitioners foster spiritual wellbeing]
Downtown Buffalo, where light and shadows collide in a dance of contrast and perspective. This monochrome street capture near the Jacobs Medical Campus highlights the quiet moments in the city's daily rhythm—where architecture, reflections, and human presence blend seamlessly into an urban story.
The cold air lingers, but the streets remain alive with motion and mystery. The geometry of the city unfolds in unexpected ways, revealing the beauty of the in-between spaces. A glimpse into Buffalo’s heartbeat, frozen in time. #Buffalo #StreetPhotography
Ginormous advertising board facing the incoming trains to Victoria Station. I can't imagine what the advertising company were thinking when they designed this campaign? I suppose it has made me think about the advertising method but not about the Nationwide BS.
Golden bokeh frames a soul—forest whispers drawn into quiet focus.
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A flock (murmuration) of starlings used to return to the marina in their thousands for the winter and hundreds could be seen on virtually every boat in the harbour. It's unusual to see them on the boat masts now but tonight we had a welcome visit as the sunset.
Sous la lumière filtrée des arbres, une silhouette en kimono remonte le chemin sacré du Fushimi Inari-taisha. Les torii vermillon, alignés comme une procession sans fin, encadrent son pas silencieux. Le contraste entre le vert profond de la forêt, le rouge éclatant des portiques et les motifs floraux du kimono raconte une harmonie unique : celle du Japon éternel, entre nature, tradition et spiritualité. Une scène à la fois intemporelle et profondément vivante.
Matthew is an Official Big Issue vendor. His location is outside the Asda Superstore in Brighton Marina. He’s been a vendor there since November 5th when all the occupants of a hostel run by a homeless charity were put back on the streets, I’m told, because of a funding problem.
Matthew's wish for Christmas 2021 was that England would go into another lockdown. This would mean that the local councils would be required to find temporary single accommodation for all those sleeping on the streets.
His second wish is that temperatures across Brighton falls to sub-zero which would bring in the severe weather emergency protocol (SWEP) and he would get a bed for a few nights and a hot meal. At the moment this ‘wish’ seems more likely than a full lockdown.
🎄 It’s Christmas Eve and Brighton and Hove Council are opening up their seafront hotel for rough sleepers and the homeless. Matthew will have a room, a bed, and a tv for tonight, Christmas day and Boxing Day 🎅
from my series "Where Love Resides"
Bronica sqa, bronica zenzanon 80mm f/2.8, Ilford delta 400, developed in Rodinal (1+50 for 12 mins)
Plougrescant, Côte d'Armor, Bretagne, juin 2018
I met Tracey in the craft area of Amberely Museum grounds where she had signed up for a day course in making a wooden spoon. Watching her working and seeing the end products on display I can understand why it would take a day to make one spoon. The tutor was telling me that people often come to make a christening or a wedding gift. No matter how beautiful or tactile they are I cannot imagine carving a set of 6 spoons.
A distorted glimpse of beauty, identity, and perception. A minimalist exploration of how we see and are seen—through surfaces, distortions, and the unseen.
Lots of opportunities for portrait photography today both with permission and candid. Sherwyn was happy to pose while on a quick ciggy break. He works at Beaverbrook Town House, a boutique luxury Chelsea hotel.
Photo from The Argus Newspaper
Black Rock on Brighton’s seafront is in the news again, with long-awaited redevelopment work in progress.
This Argus archive picture shows the Black Rock pool in its heyday in 1937, with crowds of happy swimmers enjoying a day out.
It was closed in 1978 when the changing rooms and cafe building were demolished though it was not until 1984 that demolition of the pool itself began to make way for the development of the marina.
I made mum an A3 photo book for today using only old black and white photos. The cover photo was mum and dads wedding day 17th August 1946 so it is 76 years old. As it was taken by a professional photographer it stood the test of time and looked great. Some other photos didn’t fare so well and when I uploaded them to the photo-book site messages kept popping up saying ‘poor quality - choose a different photo’. I started to change them and then realised some of them were taken of mum as a young child so they could be 90 years old. I stopped changing them after that. The quality may not be good but mum won’t be looking at that.
I was surprised when she unwrapped the present. She recognised the wedding photo straight away but other than her mum and dad there were only 2 other people she recognised, her brother Fred and his wife. She took forever going through each page and it felt like the people in the photos had a special place in her heart but she didn’t know who they were. She touched their photo and smiled.
Frameless is described as an immersive art experience and I have to say it truly exceeded my expectations. It features four galleries, with 43 Masterpieces which travel around the walls, floors and ceiling of the galleries to beautiful, relaxing music. The works include Monet, Dali, Van Gogh, Rembrandt .........and Edward Munch, The Scream.
I was taking some shots of the fabulous mural of Churchill by Horace when this guy came round the corner and ask if I’d take a photo of him using his camera. Not one to miss an opportunity I replied ‘as long as I can take one with my phone’. I have a few shots of him doing the V sign in front of the complete mural and in colour but I preferred this close up in B&W. It seems to make a statement.
I loved this little artwork when I saw it on the wall at Black Rick. UK children have been little heroes living through a time when the country, the world is in a state of emergency, with discontinuous change all around them.
On Friday 20th March schools across the UK shut down as part of emergency measures to tackle the spread of the coronavirus. Since then their lives have been turned upside down and inside out. They can't got to school, they can't go out to play, they can't see any of their friends, they can't see their grandparents or any other relatives. Any after school clubs, lessons or hobbies simply stopped. All sports ended.. Their home became their classroom, their parents became their teachers if they were working from home or furloughed.
When they do return to school it will not be, may never be, the school life they remember. There is no doubt it will impact on their lives forever.
In case you’re wondering where Father Christmas is - he’s on the screen in the shop window - zoom calling from the North Pole!
He’s fast asleep in his armchair and when the family and children get to the window they have to shout to wake him up. He then asks Father Christmas type of questions like what their name is and if they’ve been naughty or nice.
When the zoom call ends a masked Elf gives the child a present from Santa using a long gripper stick in line with the latest ‘Visiting Santa’ Covid regs.
They’re doing their best to bring Christmas to the children but some how or other it has completely lost the magic.
[This is a Christmas event funded by Brighton Marina with no cost to the families]
Brighton Station, built in 1939-40, was opened for trains to Shoreham on 12 May 1840 and to London on 21 September 1841.
In 2018-19, with over 17 million passenger entries and exits, Brighton was recorded as the seventh-busiest station in the country outside London.
When taking photo’s at the station I usually try to get the curved glass and iron roof in the background. It covers all of the platforms and was beautifully renovated in 1999-2000.
Don't ask! I do not have a clue what was going on. The girl was dancing wildly and the guy was capturing her strange poses. There wasn't any music, she danced in silence. Passers by just passed by like it happened every day....... maybe it does on Black Rock.
I got lucky here as the bright orange sun was setting on the graffiti wall, lighting it up and casting perfect shadows.
I was to early to capture pics of the sunset today but I did find the Easter Bunny frolicking on the beach with her friend.
Walking through my quiet neighborhood in Niittykumpu, Espoo, I didn’t expect to feel the weight of an old memory pressing down on me. But as I stepped beneath Haukilahdenkatu bridge, something about the way the darkness enclosed me, with only a thin gap revealing the sky above, pulled me back to a life that feels both distant and near.
A past where the shadow wasn’t cast by a bridge but by prison walls. Where the only glimpse of the outside world was through a small barred window. A patch of sky—just enough to remind you that freedom existed, but not enough to reach it.
I wasn’t there for long, but long enough to know what it means to be trapped. And long enough to never forget those I left behind. Journalists, activists, voices that refused to be silenced. Some were released. Some remain locked away. Some—too many—will never walk out again.
For so many of us, the greatest dream wasn’t anything else but simply to step out of the shadows and feel the fullness of the light. Again.
Fragments - 02
A small group of travellers are living on the derelict Black Rock site at the moment. When I walked by at night in the warmer weather the travellers were sitting around an open fire. In daylight it looks quite comfy. The graffiti backdrop saves the need for decorating.
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There is a wide ledge above one side of Black Rock which the graffiti artists continuously work on and the skateboarders have turned into a perfect skate park. I presume that 40 + years ago the ledge overlooked the swimming pool. Then there is something resembling a cave in the side of the supporting wall which the skateboarders have turned into a cute mini skatepark with a ledge either side to stop on. It wouldn’t be Black Rock if every inch wasn’t covered with graffiti.