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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.
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
I'm not a great one for editing pics but I decided to bring the colour back to what were black silhouettes of a family on the beach. So I outlined the silhouettes, lightened the shadows to bring the colours back and then equalised them.
This is a composite photo made by layering a digital image over the top of a medium format film image.
All rights reserved. Copyright Anne Silver 2019.
Brighton Marina Village, East Sussex taken from the cliff top.
Road sign on the verge courtesy of National Highways.
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.
Deep in the Georgia woods, a shadowed creek winds through tangled undergrowth and leaning trees, their limbs clawing at the dim light filtering through the canopy. A small wooden bridge lurks in the background, half hidden by mist and foliage, as if guarding secrets long forgotten. The monochrome palette casts a ghostly hush over the forest, where reflections ripple like whispers and the silence feels watchful. This image evokes a sense of mystery and quiet unease, an untouched place where time slows and nature holds its breath.
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I did create another Flickr album called 'The Changing Face of Black Rock' but the actual derelict Black Rock site isn't changing at the moment. I would guess there's £millions being spent on the immediate surrounding area but nothing on the original site. The overall aim is to eventually sell the site but to do that money has to be spent on improving access and the overall look of the area.
The changing face of Black Rock with the Brighton Sky line in the background. The i360 tower on the left looks a bit worrying as it appears to be leaning!
a woman in motion. a red umbrella breaking the grey city. quiet elegance, a moment caught between the rain and her thoughts. framed by the streets, lost in her own world.
What’s a birthday celebration without something sweet? 🎂 A coffee break with a delicious donut, celebrating Flickr’s 21st anniversary with a 21-day photo challenge! The rich chocolate coating, crunchy toppings, and a bite already taken—because I just couldn’t resist. Paired with coffee beans, this shot captures the simple joys of indulgence.
"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 ❤️-
His eyes, though fixed on the present through a glowing screen, flicker with remembrance. Perhaps of a grandfather who once sat in a shop like this, flipping newspapers and greeting neighbours by name. Or of a childhood morning, waiting for breakfast at a wooden table just like this one, surrounded by the familiar creak of ceiling fans and the clink of porcelain cups.
Here, time doesn’t rush. It lingers. It echoes.
This is not just a café.
It is a living museum.
A tribute.
A bridge between the now and the never-forgotten.
Echoes of Heritage — where the past sits quietly beside us, waiting to be noticed.
A force of presence — elegance weathered by time, yet fierce as ever. She doesn’t just walk the street, she owns it.
Sony RX1R III
Zeiss Sonnar 35mm/f2
“It is the eye that discovers the mystery of light, not only the moon and the stars and the vast splendours of the Aurora, but the endless changes the earth undergoes under changing lights.”
― Nan Shepherd, The Living Mountain
With appreciation for my friend, Anne, who graciously posed for this photo.
120 film
bronica sqa, zenzanon 180mm f/ 4.5, yellow filter, Ilford Delta 400
... to the lonely sea and the sky;
I left my shoes and my socks there -
I wonder if they’re dry.
by the late, great Spike Milligan
a lone figure stands in the vast cathedral of steel and light. the lines stretch endlessly, converging toward an unseen fate. shadows stretch long, the ground a quiet mirror, and time seems to stall. in this moment, solitude is neither heavy nor light—just present.
it stepped forward without hesitation, as if the world owed it an answer. ears wide, eyes locked, breath quiet — the leash barely mattered. there’s a kind of confidence that only dogs and poets have, the kind that doesn't wait for permission to be seen.
This morning I went for my usual walk in my usual place and ended up at a car event on Madeira Drive. I learnt from one of the participants that somebody, on a whim, had posted an invitation on FaceBook for what looked to be boy racers, petrol heads or anyone with unusual, modified, souped up, classic, vintage, etc cars to come together on Madeira Drive on Boxing Day.
Whoever posted the invite created a very successful event albeit there will be no end of complaints about the crowds, the noise of the revving engines and the danger to the public.
they are all moving. some walk, some fly. some watch. the light cuts through the scene, dividing it into layers—pigeons on the ground, gulls in the air, and the man above them all, holding the crumbs that keep the cycle in motion.
birds scatter, shadows stretch, and the sky remains indifferent.
I thought I got his name wrong but he said "It's spelt like Greece but it's Dreece ..... and I am English." I've never seen so many tents and fishermen on the beech as this morning but Dreece explained that they're all there to catch the Plaice which are abundant this month.
They were watching the starling murmuration as well but I needed my Canon long lens to get them in the picture.
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.
This massive dredger 'Split Three' comes to dredge the marina every summer. It's enormous with three parts/boats, it's unbelievably noisy but still fascinating to watch and pretty to light the marina at night.
In April 2021 I started a new album to record all the rejuvenation that was going on around Black Rock. I called it ‘The Changing Face of Black Rock.’ Since then there has been a huge amount of rejuvenation but mainly around the beach area.
I don’t know why but I didn’t think I’d still be taking photo’s of rough sleepers in the arches and posting them in my original ‘Life on Black Rock album in 2022. One day ………….
I have a new rule in my life which is that if I'm going out to walk for exercise I do not take the camera, otherwise I wander along at a snails pace snapping seascapes, the beach, the birds etc. Today I walked to Rottingdean along the cliff path for exercise so without my camera. I was so pleased I had my iPhone in my pocket when I saw this scene.
during a photowalk in the bustling el arenal of mallorca, i captured this quiet moment amidst the chaos. the soft, fading sunlight illuminates her, contrasting with the dark background, as she sits lost in her thoughts or perhaps her phone. it's a striking image of stillness in a place known for its energy. the subtle details, like the nike slides and the bottle, add a touch of reality to the scene.
in the heart of munich, near the hackerbrücke, a moment unfolds where geometry meets the human journey. a solitary figure moves along a bridge, caught in a web of lines that stretch and curve against the open sky. the sun bursts through the architectural grid, creating a star-like flare that illuminates the rigid structure with a touch of warmth. the silhouette of the person contrasts sharply with the harsh lines and shadows, adding a sense of mystery and solitude to the scene. the branches of a nearby tree gently balance the composition, reminding us that amidst the engineered precision of the city, nature always finds a place. a fleeting moment, where light and dark dance together, capturing the silent passage of time in an urban landscape.
The rolling trails from a passing plane have emerged from the cirrus plumes which are quickly being overpowered by the black clouds.
This path will be the longest coastal path in the world when it is finished. It will go all around the coast of England and will be around 2,795 miles long when it is complete.
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