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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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The Marina weather was split into two areas yesterday evening. I could see the bright orange reflections in the harbour on the west side and I went out to take a photo. As I turned from taking the orange sky photo I realised that black clouds were storming in on the East side and the sky lit up with lightening followed by thunder. Passers by were suddenly running along with umbrellas. I waited to capture the forked zig zag lightening but it never came.
Deep in the Florida woods, a weathered gravestone stands alone, half-swallowed by moss and shadow. It marks the resting place of John Moss Field, a volunteer who fought in the Indian War of 1835. But the silence around it feels too heavy, too deliberate. The stone’s inscription glows faintly in the filtered light, as if still calling out across centuries. The forest seems to lean in, listening. This black and white photograph captures more than history, it hints at a lingering presence, a soldier who never truly left.
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I’m thinking the weather couldn’t get any worse but then I think of the weather in America and I’m thankful I’m here.
No rail strikes today but when I arrived at the station I learnt there are no trains from Brighton to Victoria - engineering works since 23/12. I’m lucky today is classed as a holiday, otherwise a one-day travel card would have been £55!
(taken through a closed but clear window)
This is the third big storm we've had in as many nights. The first two were lightening strikes with pretty lightening bolts before the thunder boomed. I've seen a number of superb photos of the storms but I managed to sleep through them. The third storm was last night just as it was getting dark. I was ready to try and capture the bolts but they never came. The lightening simply lit up the whole marina.
just a man a white shirt a low ceiling and a vanishing point somewhere between leaving and arriving. the light wasn’t waiting. but he walked toward it anyway.
This morning I could see the sun was trying to put his hat on but seemed to be battling with the moon and the black clouds. Eventually the sun won.
I decided it could not have been the moon as the sun and the moon wouldn't be in the sky at the same time. So I googled it and learnt that it is called a selenelion and occurs when the sun and moon are 100 degrees apart in the sky at the same time.
Two lone kayakers slice across the shimmering water, silhouetted against the fading light. Their strokes are steady, their eyes fixed on the horizon. They’ve made it. After weeks of surviving the cursed island dodging sunburned zombies in flip-flops and fending off undead parrots squawking “BRAAAINS”, they’ve finally escaped. No more tiki torches. No more haunted beach volleyball. Just freedom.
But wait… they’re paddling away from the camera. From you.
Could it be? Were you the final boss all along? The silent one. The observer. The zombie with a lens and a suspiciously good sense of composition.
This image is a horror-comedy masterpiece—equal parts escape scene and existential crisis. 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 undead drama with their water sports.
The path remembers the weight of those who walk with purpose.
Leica Q2 Monochrome
Summilux 28mm/f1.7 Asph.
Are we going for a ride now or what? My grand pup in the driveway- so much personality- glad I got this quick shot
Very busy in the station concourse today. Maybe because it’s the May bank holiday weekend. Interestingly most people had masks on.
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.
Two figures walk hand-in-hand down a sun-dappled path, backs to the camera, hearts forward. The trees cast long shadows, but the light finds them anyway. In black and white, the moment becomes timeless, less about the day, more about the promise. This isn’t just a stroll through the park. It’s a quiet vow. To keep walking. To keep choosing each other. To face whatever comes, side by side. This photo is a love letter to the future, written in footsteps and filtered sunlight.
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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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a figure emerges from the geometry of light, crossing an empty threshold where silence echoes louder than footsteps. the scene is cut from a quiet film, where the only action is movement and the only sound is imagined.
In the ancient swamps of Florida, where the palm fronds whisper secrets and the humidity thickens like prophecy, a lone figure rises. Clad in sleeveless garb and crowned with curls, they extend their sacred device skyward, seeking signal, guidance, or perhaps just a decent selfie angle. Locals call them the Palm Prophet, a mythic being who communes with the gods of Wi-Fi and weather apps. Legend says they once summoned a thunderstorm just to cool off. Others claim they can decode the future from the flicker of a low battery icon.
This black-and-white relic captures the moment of invocation: dramatic shadows, jungle tension, and the eternal struggle between nature and notification. Is it a prayer? A post? A plea to the algorithm? Only the fronds know.
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Sleek. Metallic. Merciless. The red arrow doesn’t just point to danger it is the warning shot. This jet intake isn’t just a mechanical detail; it’s the mouth of the beast, the moment before thunder. For anyone on the wrong side of the mission, this is the last angle they’ll see before the sky turns hostile. The polished surface reflects precision. The lettering screams intent. This photo captures the cold confidence of air power at rest, ready to roar.
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Two shadowy figures stand beneath a sunset-stained roof, locked in what appears to be the most intense conversation ever held on a deck. One raises a hand to their head, either shielding their eyes, adjusting a hat, or realizing they left the grill on back at the condo.
The palm tree leans in like it’s eavesdropping. The clouds streak across the sky like nature’s version of dramatic music. And the gazebo? That’s not just a structure; it’s a confession booth, a gossip hub, and possibly the headquarters of the “Sunset Conspiracy Club.”
Some say this was the moment they decided to fake their own disappearance and live off coconut water. Others claim they were just arguing about who forgot the bug spray. But the real twist? You took the photo. Which means… you were there. Are you the third member of the triangle? The silent witness? The one who knows too much?
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A playful take on the number 21, because what better way to celebrate Flickr’s 21st birthday than with a delicious lineup of treats? Three white chocolate, sixteen milk chocolate, and two dark chocolate pieces create a sweet equation: 3 + 16 + 2 = 21! The smooth chocolate coating, rich tones, and a hint of coffee beans make this a bold, flavorful tribute to Flickr’s creativity and community.