View allAll Photos Tagged VisualStorytelling
The Steintor U-Bahn station in Hanover features a distinctive architectural design created by the Milanese designer Alessandro Mendini in 1997. This station is known for its bold black and yellow checkerboard pattern, which creates a striking visual impact. Mendini's design consists of two narrow, identical structures facing each other, with a passage opening in the middle. The roofs are topped with yellow pointed hats, further adding to the unique appearance of the station (Source: regiopia.de + + + regiopia.com).
within the striking architecture of the oculus in new york city, a lone figure walks through the interplay of light and shadow on the tiled floor, caught between worlds of clarity and mystery. the sharp lines and dramatic contrast of the space create a delicate balance — a dance between presence and absence, reality and abstraction. as she moves forward, her silhouette merges with the dark shadows, suggesting both purpose and anonymity. the soft transitions of light invite the viewer to ponder: is she stepping into the light or fading into the darkness? a moment of introspection and hidden stories unfolding in one of the city's most iconic spaces.
In a world of speed and precision, one photographer finds stillness in the geometry of the scene. The sleek lines of the Porsche Museum intertwine with the silent observer, capturing a moment where architecture and artistry collide. A stairway becomes a stage, a lens a gateway—perspective is everything.
The skies lightened for a brief period at the start of the afternoon but the rough seas still battered the harbour wall.
She spoke to no one,
yet the trees leaned in—
each step a secret,
each glance a hymn.
In the hush of moss and memory,
the forest listened.
"This is when I was just a two-week-old yellow fluffball. Walking nicely next to our mom was a big deal. She says it was about keeping us safe. I would often forget and see something super interesting, like a fly or a beautiful low-hanging flower, and run to check it out lightning fast! My mom is the tall, pretty one on this picture. She (and my dad too) purr to us kids, telling us to follow her closely and pay attention. They are the best parents ever!
This was the time we were getting brave to leave our home pond to explore the neighborhood and many birdfeeders there. Our world had just gotten so much bigger!!!!"
- The Gosling ❤️-
Early hour.
Empty road.
She’s here for the usual.
The hum of the fridge,
a chipped mug,
the smell of something fried.
And a menu that hasn’t changed
since Elvis was alive.
the place: Cherishville
Spent a few hours in one of the most calming places in Sussex. Stunning butterflies flying all around us and landing on our clothes, bags and cameras. It's cheating wildlife photography but great practice and so calming. They seemed to land in the pond where they relaxed on the foliage. This Blue Morpho was definitely the worse for wear but we noticed quiet a few flying about with shabby wings - I was going to say moth eaten ;-))
alone in the movement. the city rushes past, and yet, for a moment, everything is still. in madrid's underground, a reflection gazes back. maybe it's her story, maybe it's ours. madrid.
A lovely few hours with my daughter and granddaughters at Spring Farm for Alpacas and Llamas. It was a 2019 Christmas present which got cancelled again and again and again because of Covid 19 and the lockdowns. A great feeling to actually get there.
in a moment of stillness amidst an architectural marvel, a solitary figure walks under the vast, elliptical opening of the structure, dwarfed by its scale. the interplay of shadows and reflections creates a dramatic pattern across the curved facade, where lines intersect in a dance of light and geometry. the minimalistic composition and high contrast in black and white elevate the scene to a visual symphony, capturing a fleeting moment in a space that feels both immense and intimate. it's a study of scale, solitude, and the silent dialogue between human and architecture.
“I’m a very early riser and I don’t like to miss that beautiful early morning light” David Hockney
“I'm very detail oriented. Everything that takes a lot of dedication and creativity I do in the morning when there is light and I'm really concentrated” Christian Louboutin
an empty gas pump in the vast desert, a silent witness to days long gone. the wind whispers through the dry grass, carrying stories of travelers who never came back. time stands still here, under the endless sky. loneliness lingers, wrapped in golden light and fading memories. a place lost between nowhere and yesterday.
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 seagulls are known to prefer chips 🍟
Student Accommodation behind Brighton Station.
See the rest of the Brighton Street series so far:
www.flickr.com/photos/chris_marina/albums/72157718328180528:
Parfois, deux êtres partagent une vie…
et pourtant, un masque reste en place.
Pas pour mentir.
Pas pour trahir.
Mais pour ne pas blesser.
Pour ne pas déranger.
Par réflexe. Par fatigue. Par amour parfois, mal placé.
Alors on cache des morceaux de soi.
Des douleurs, des doutes, des choses qu’on croit trop lourdes pour être partagées.
Et pourtant…
comment l’autre peut-il aimer pleinement
ce qu’il ne voit jamais ?
Aimer, ce n’est pas exiger.
C’est accueillir.
Et peut-être qu’un jour,
on comprendra que le plus grand risque
ce n’est pas d’oser se montrer tel qu’on est,
mais de ne jamais l’avoir fait.
(Il y a des mots qu’on écrit pour ses enfants.
Des repères, des traces tendres qu’on leur laisse pour plus tard.
Mais certains mots ne s’écrivent qu’à celui qui partage le silence.
Celui qui marche à nos côtés quand les sourires sont devenus des réflexes.
Ces mots-là ne protègent pas.
Ils dévoilent.
Ils ne demandent rien.
Mais ils offrent tout.
Parce qu’aimer, ce n’est pas cacher ce qu’on est.
C’est laisser l’autre la possibilité de nous voir, vraiment.
---
Sometimes, two people share a life…
and yet, a mask remains.
Not to lie.
Not to betray.
But not to hurt.
Not to disturb.
Out of habit. Out of fatigue. Out of love, sometimes misplaced.
So we hide parts of ourselves.
Wounds, doubts, things we believe are too heavy to be shared.
And still…
how can the other fully love
what they never see?
To love is not to demand.
It is to welcome.
And maybe one day,
we’ll understand that the greatest risk
is not daring to show who we truly are,
but never having done so.
(There are words we write for our children.
Soft markers, gentle traces we leave them for later.
But some words can only be written
to the one who shares the silence.
The one who walks beside us
when smiles have become reflexes.
Those words don’t protect.
They reveal.
They ask for nothing.
But they offer everything.
Because to love is not to hide who we are.
It is to give the other the chance to truly see us.
Sunrise was supposed to be at 5.57 on Sunday so, as I was wide awake, I went to try and capture it. This was the frame I snapped when I arrived at the east harbour wall and noticed the sun was trying its very best to rise and turn the sky orange. Unfortunately the thick dark clouds were determined that was not going to happen.
The clouds won the battle and within minutes the sky was dark blue/black as far as my eye could see.
NB: The building in the photo is Roedean School for Girls which is set in 118 acres of grounds at the top of the cliff on the Sussex Downs overlooking the sea and Brighton Marina. Construction of the original building began in March 1897 and Roedean School opened in January 1899.
santa ponça's bay felt endless under the weight of the clouds. the storm was there, not yet unleashed, and the sea wore its darkness like a cloak. a fleeting moment of sunlight struck the cliffs in the distance—a quiet defiance against the brooding sky. it was a pause, a deep breath before chaos.
Emmaus Emporium a treasure-trove of all things retro and vintage - a collector’s paradise full of yesteryears goodies. (£30 each ;-))
So much lovely old architecture and décor in Brighton and Hove. The guy photo bombing the corner was an expected bonus to the image,
The end of June gave us beautiful orange sunsets. The start of July has given us 2 mornings of an eerie cold mist across the marina at sunrise. I’m told they are sea frets.
I usually see the fishing boats going out early morning and the fishermen making their way to the harbour wall to spend a relaxing day fishing. But there was just the the one person on the boardwalk this morning.
The skies have been grim and grey every day this week so it was lovely to get up this morning and see the golden sunrise streaming in the window.
So many beautiful photo’s of golden Brighton were posted on Facebook this morning. The gold walls of the buildings were amazing!
A wander through Woodvale Crematorium in Brighton this afternoon. I’m always intrigued by the huge mausoleums and whole family monuments and graves.
The cemetery was originally opened as the parish cemetery for Brighton in 1857 and is
designated as a Grade 2 site. A Grade 2 listed building is defined as a UK building or structure that is "of special interest, warranting every effort to preserve it". Woodvale Cemetery was awarded the status because;
it is a good example of an early High Victorian (1856) public cemetery for a provincial town in informal picturesque style by R Wheeler of London.
the conjoined Gothic chapels form a focal point in the design, which makes the best use of a narrow valley in the South Downs.
social interest is expressed in an artistic variety of C19 monuments including many Brighton worthies.
the cemetery layout and most structures have survived intact.
I was spoilt for choice with which mermaid to photograph and which photos to post on Flickr. It was very crowded on Hove Lawns so I chose the sea creatures who I could isolate in the frame without a cluttered backdrop. This mermaid met all my criteria.
I did spend a while chatting to her and her mer-friend. When I asked her name she gave me a badge with a mystical mermaid and the name Astrai on it. I believe Astrai is a video game. Then the horn sounded to alert the sea creatures that the march was about to begin and they all squiggled to the start line.