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One flower bursts into vibrant pink, streaked with magenta like a sunrise caught in motion. Around it, the petals of yesterday curl and fade, their time already spent. This is the orchid tree’s quiet truth: the beginning and the end share the same branch.
In this close-up, life cycles whisper through color and texture a fresh bloom, fading glory, and the promise that tomorrow’s beauty is already waiting in the wings.
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I got lucky with the light as the sun was rising from the east and flooding the structure under the pier.
I love sitting on the beach in this weather and watching the fishing/eating routines of the seagulls. As the tide goes out the seagulls fly low watching for shellfish like muscles and tiny crabs, then swoop down and pick up them up. They are unable to crack or prise the shell open so they fly back up, carrying the shell in their beaks and they drop them from a height onto the stones. The shells open on impact and the seagulls swoop down and eat the contents of the shell.
NB: Brighton starlings are known to prefer chips 🍟
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She fell from an angry sky onto the blackened ground, draped in an ivory garment, her memories of altitude still drifting in the breeze. Born of a radiant world, this fall was never meant to be..
I could capture the rainbows (2) and I could capture the starling murmuration but I didn’t have the right wide angle lens to capture the beauty of both together.
The sky’s putting on a full production dramatic clouds, golden light, ocean shimmer and the tall grasses in the foreground are clearly feeling it.
Swaying like backup dancers in a nature-themed music video, they’re giving it their all. One’s leaning into the breeze like it’s hitting a high note. Another’s striking a pose that says, “I was born for this lighting.” This image is proof that even plants have main character energy when the sunset hits just right.
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Under a heavy sky, a figure looks out over the horizon, caught between the stillness of the moment and the weight of thought.
A scene that feels cinematic frozen in a quiet, introspective frame.
"Davanti al silenzio"
Sotto un cielo carico di nubi, una figura osserva l’orizzonte, sospesa tra la calma del presente e il peso dei pensieri.
Una scena che sembra tratta da un film ferma in un istante di solitudine e bellezza silenziosa.
"Face au silence"
Sous un ciel chargé, une silhouette contemple l’horizon, comme suspendue entre le calme du présent et le poids des pensées.
Une scène qui pourrait appartenir à un film figée dans un instant de solitude et de beauté discrète.
The F-101 Voodoo wasn’t just an aircraft—it was a Marine’s warhorse. Sleek, powerful, and versatile, the Phantom carried the United States Marine Corps through some of its most demanding missions. From close air support over Vietnam to standing watch during the Cold War, this jet embodied the grit and determination of the Corps. Its tandem cockpit held Marines who flew low and fast, delivering precision strikes and protecting brothers on the ground. Even retired, the Phantom still radiates strength, a reminder that Marine aviation has always been about courage, commitment, and getting the job done. Captured here with “U.S. AIR FORCE” markings, the Phantom’s legacy is shared—but for Marines, it was family.
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Long before it was a sleek, sail-shaped landmark, Explorer Tower was said to be the last refuge for sailors navigating the treacherous waters of Port Canaveral. Legend has it, the tower’s glowing silhouette guided ships away from the notorious pirate fleet known as the “Banana Boat Buccaneers,” who ruled these waters with sunscreen and sass.
Mariners whispered of its magical architecture, designed to resemble a sail so convincingly that pirates mistook it for a rival ship and steered clear. Some say the tower was built by a retired sea captain with a flair for modern design and a vendetta against bad lighting.
Others say it’s just a new building with great angles. Either way, it stands proud at sunset, casting long shadows and longer stories.
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Perched in profile, tail arched like a plume of suspicion, this squirrel isn’t just posing; it’s plotting. Captured in stark black and white, every strand of fur and crack of bark becomes part of the tension. Is it grooming? Eating? Or silently judging your snack choices from above? The blurred background isolates the moment, turning this tree-dweller into a woodland noir character.
Some say it’s the last witness to a buried acorn scandal. Others claim it’s the forest’s unofficial mayor, overseeing leaf disputes and bird drama. Either way, this image delivers texture, mystery, and just enough attitude to make you wonder what secrets the squirrel knows.
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Don’t be fooled by the delicate wings and dainty perch, this butterfly is a predator cloaked in beauty. Known in whispered circles as The Monarch, it strikes with precision, patience, and pollen-scented vengeance. Its prey? Aphids, beetles, and occasionally unsuspecting garden gnomes.
Locals say it once took down a hummingbird mid-flight with a single wing flick. Others claim it’s the reason squirrels avoid certain bushes. Scientists tried tagging it once. The tag was returned… shredded.
Captured here in a rare moment of calm, The Monarch surveys its leafy domain, plotting its next ambush.
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One of the most photographed constructions in the UK. The skeletal remains of the pier rising from the sea attract both locals and visitors to capture its uniqueness and to many its beauty.
Amid a grayscale jungle of wild grass and tangled stems, a few bold flowers refuse to blend in. Reddish-pink and unapologetically vivid, they pop like botanical rebels in a black-and-white movie. The camera settings in the corner whisper, “Yes, this was intentional. Probably.”
This image isn’t about perfection, it’s about attitude. It’s the kind of photo that says, “I may be noisy, grainy, and slightly chaotic, but I nailed the vibe.”
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They say the Light Chaser was once a normal photographer—until they captured one sunset too many. Now cursed to roam the horizon, camera in hand, forever chasing the perfect glow that got away. Each evening, they rise with curls backlit and lens ready, silhouetted against skies that mock them with impossible beauty. The gods of golden hour laugh, tossing clouds like confetti, daring the Chaser to keep up.
This image is a glimpse into that eternal pursuit: a lone figure framed by fire and sky, locked in a mythic battle with time and exposure. Is it art? Is it obsession? Is it just someone trying to nail the shot before dinner? Either way, the legend lives on—one silhouette at a time.
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Poised on the rocks like it’s pondering the mysteries of the universe—or just wondering where all the fish went—this heron stares into the water with the intensity of a bird deep in thought. Its bluish-gray feathers ripple in the breeze, adding dramatic flair to an already theatrical pose. The little plant beside it? Probably its life coach. The ripples? Just nature’s way of saying, “You’re doing great, sweetie.” This full-color photo captures the quiet comedy of a bird who’s clearly overthinking everything.
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As I was walking on Black Rock boardwalk I could hear the lovely sound of what I thought was a clarinet or a flute playing. So I walked down towards the shoreline and found the musician. He nodded ok for me to take his photo but carried on playing while I clicked. No opportunity to chat with him.
half in shadow, half in thought. the light cuts sharp, tracing stories on her skin, pulling secrets from the dark. she doesn’t move, but something in her gaze does. la lonja, quiet and heavy.
Once every century; or maybe just every weekend; the Paddle Oracle emerges from the mist. Wide-brimmed hat shielding ancient wisdom, silhouette sharp as prophecy, they glide across the water in search of answers. Not from the stars, but from the ripples. Legend says they can read your future in the wake of a well-timed paddle stroke. Others say they just enjoy the quiet and have a really good hat.
This black-and-white image captures the Oracle mid-journey: a solitary figure etched against shimmering water, distant trees watching like silent witnesses. It’s serene, mysterious, and just a little absurd, like all great legends. Whether you see a kayaker or a waterborne sage, this is a moment worth framing.
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Emerging like it’s about to deliver a monologue, this dolphin breaks the surface with flair. The water ripples, the lighting hits just right, and you can almost hear it say, “I’m ready for my close-up.” In black and white, the moment feels cinematic; like a marine noir starring one very expressive sea creature. Is it pondering life? Plotting a splash? Or just wondering why humans keep pointing cameras at it? Either way, this dolphin’s got presence.
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Alone on the shore, silhouetted against a glowing ocean, this brave soul scans the horizon. Is it sunrise? Sunset? Or just the moment they realize they left their phone in the hotel bathroom?
Wearing shorts, a hat, and the expression of someone who definitely didn’t read the tide chart, they stand like a dramatic movie hero; except the only thing approaching is a rogue seagull with a vendetta.
They raise a hand to shield their eyes… or maybe to salute the ocean gods in hopes of Wi-Fi. It’s a moment of reflection, regret, and possibly indigestion.
But here’s the twist: they’re walking away from you. Which begs the question… are you the reason they left? Did you say something? Did you bring up politics at breakfast? Or...plot twist...are you the ghost of the beach, doomed to photobomb every sunrise?
This image is a comedy of solitude, a vacation thriller, and a fashion statement all in one. My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections—though this one might be just for those who enjoy a little mystery with their morning light.
Resting gently among the grass and wildflowers, this Monarch butterfly feels like a whispered promise. Its wings, vivid with orange and black, catch the sunlight like stained glass in motion. In this quiet scene, love isn’t loud; it’s patient. It’s the kind that lands softly, stays long enough to be felt, and then rises when the time is right. This image is a tribute to the beauty of becoming, to the grace of growing together, and to the kind of bond that knows when to pause and when to soar.
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Today, Cape Canaveral welcomed a quiet titan. The Jacklyn barge, purpose-built to recover Blue Origin’s New Glenn booster, glided into port carrying the future of spaceflight on its deck. Towering above the tug and dock, the booster stood like a monument to precision and ambition. This wasn’t just a ship; it was a statement: orbital-class reusability is no longer a dream, it’s docking.
Named in tribute to Jeff Bezos’s mother, Jacklyn is more than steel and systems. She’s the final chapter of a launch that sent NASA’s ESCAPADE mission toward Mars and brought the booster “Never Tell Me the Odds” safely back from the edge of space. I got to witness her arrival today; still gleaming, still proud, still as ready as the day she was made.
This photo captures a moment of transition: from sky to sea, from mission to memory.
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In the dim light of a forgotten grove, three spiders hang motionless in a web stretched like a veil across shadow and silence. The largest crouches low, its limbs splayed like a sigil of warning. Above it, two smaller figures linger, sentinels or spawn, no one’s sure. A jagged branch casts a claw-like shadow across the scene, as if reaching for something it can’t quite touch. The web itself seems alive, pulsing with tension, spun not just from silk but from something older. This is no ordinary nest—it’s a shrine.
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Perched high and mighty, this hawk surveys its domain with the cold precision of someone who’s seen too much. Its talons grip the branch like it’s holding onto secrets. Its gaze? A mix of judgment, suspicion, and “I know what you did last nesting season.”
The bare branches add drama. The plumage screams “I woke up like this.” And the overall vibe? Corporate predator meets woodland drama.
Some say it’s the hawk that fired the squirrel from the tree. Others claim it once dive-bombed a drone for invading its airspace. But one thing’s certain: this bird didn’t come to play it, came to audit your soul.
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Heavy rain and gale force winds last night so I thought I'd see what I could capture. I had to take it through the window as opening it would have blown me away. The results were a pleasing surprise.
“Never turn your back on fear. It should always be in front of you, like a thing that might have to be killed.” ~HUNTER S. THOMPSON
Every station has its ghosts, waiting for a train that never comes.
Leica Q2 Monochrome
Summilux 28mm/f1.7 Asph.
This landscape looked like a scene from ‘The Day of the Triffids’ but, from what I understand, these are gunnera plants that have been tucked up for the winter.
During the Autumn, before the first frost and once the huge leaves begin to die off, they are folded over the crown of the plant maybe even covering them in wood chips. This helps to insulate the plant through the cold winter months ready for the new spring growth.
The marina starlings usually return in August/September but they returned in July this year. Maybe Covid rules have restricted where they can travel? My ‘time out’ is limited so I haven’t been able to get out in early evenings to photograph them………. until last night. I was lucky to get a blue sky and perfect light as the sun was going down.