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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.
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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inside the dim hush of the ferry, one figure drifts inward, lost in thought, while another leans into the haze of the city beyond. between them lies a frame of orange steel and quiet water, holding two lives in parallel pause.
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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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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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.
As twilight settles over the canopy, a lone squirrel descends the trunk of a spiked tree its silhouette sharp against a brooding sky. The jagged leaves stretch outward like claws, framing the creature in a scene that feels more omen than observation. There's something unnatural in the stillness, something watching from behind the clouds. This black and white photograph captures a moment suspended between motion and menace, where even the familiar feels uncanny.
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Some people said it was called a 'sun dog' others said it was a 'sun bow'..... whatever it was it was very pretty on Saturday evening.
she moved slowly but with intention. a figure held between geometry and rust, light and glass. there was nothing dramatic about the scene—just the texture of a day, the hush of a step, and the gaze of someone who has seen decades pass through panes like these. i didn’t ask for her attention, but she gave it anyway. just enough to remind me that presence doesn’t need to be loud to be lasting.
Two figures lean over the railing, caught in a moment of quiet observation. The bridge beneath them is weathered, the trees behind them still. In black and white, time softens—this could be yesterday, or decades ago. Maybe they’re watching birds skim the water. Maybe they’re remembering something they haven’t spoken of in years. Maybe they’re just sharing silence, the kind that only comes with trust. This photo doesn’t shout—it whispers. It invites you to imagine the stories that might have been, the conversations that never needed words.
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Perched atop a weathered wooden post like it’s running the whole shoreline operation, this white and gray tern is clearly in charge. With its sleek feathers, sharp beak, and that “I woke up like this” pose, it’s giving major bird boss energy. The sky’s clear, the tree line’s blurred, and the post?
Just the perfect stage for a dramatic pause.
This image is proof that sometimes the smallest creatures have the biggest attitudes.
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On a quiet day where the reeds sway and the water whispers, one broken stem dares to dream bigger. Bent at just the right angle, it’s convinced it’s not a weed at all, but a majestic bird mid-flight. Or maybe a dragonfly, depending on the mood. The other grasses roll their eyes, but the pond humors it, reflecting its silhouette like a stage light. This black and white photograph captures nature’s quiet comedy: a plant with ambition, striking a pose and hoping someone, anyone, will believe it’s airborne.
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Like a whisper against the trees, this white ibis rises in silent flight. Its wings stretch wide, cutting through shadow and light, a living contrast against the dark canopy. Captured in black and white, the moment feels suspended in time, as if the bird itself were a memory escaping the forest. There’s no sound, no rush, just motion and grace. This photo is a meditation on freedom, on the beauty of instinct, and on the quiet power of nature’s choreography.
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I am not 100% sure I like the edit on this one. I like the idea but not sure it turned out the way I wanted it. What do you think?
I had to desaturate this image before I posted it today. The blues and the cyan were so bright. I must check my settings to see if I've got them on something different.
Three birds. One sky. Zero tolerance for offbeat wingwork. These airborne aces aren’t just flying; they’re performing a synchronized routine that would make a fighter squadron jealous. Spaced perfectly across a moody gradient of sunrise (or is it sunset?), they look like they’re headed to a very exclusive meeting where the dress code is “feathers and finesse.”
This image is nature’s version of a boy band mid-tour: dramatic lighting, perfect spacing, and just enough mystery to keep you guessing.
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I've taken photo's of Cam before but he seems to take on a different persona each time I've met him. Today he was vey much the biker polishing his bike as the sunset on his face.
Perched with quiet grace, this Eurasian collared dove looks like it’s keeping secrets for the wind. With soft feathers and a gaze that says “I’ve seen things,” it brings a hush to the garden scene. The black collar is its signature like a little bowtie for nature’s most polite guest. Whether it’s waiting for a friend or just enjoying the view, this moment captures the calm side of wildlife, where beauty doesn’t shout, it settles in.
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beneath the weight of giant eyes, a lone figure walks past, ghostlike, as if passing through someone else's imagination. here, even graffiti watches you – silently, insistently, like a memory you can't place but never quite forget.
In the still waters of a shadowed marsh, a silent predator glides just beneath the surface, its ridged back and unblinking eyes the only hints of its presence. The calm ripples betray no urgency, only the quiet menace of something ancient and patient. This black and white photograph captures the eerie tension of a moment suspended in time, where nature and nightmare blur. The creature’s form evokes myth and mystery, a lurking monster in plain sight.
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