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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.
The gaze of a stranger, direct and unflinching, set against thousands of locks that hold the secrets of countless souls and their promises to each other.
Olympus OM-D E-M5
M.Zuiko 17mm/f1.8
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.
The Burning of the Clocks Parade took a compulsory break in 2020 and 2021 due to the Covid restrictions. So the shortest day of 2022 was celebrates by thousands and thousands of families ready to enjoy the festivities. Culminating with a bonfire and fireworks on the beach, lit by a new neon light art installation, the evening was a fabulous success.
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 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 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
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.
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.
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.
I love travelling on the train past this iconic site. I was born and grew up in London and spent so many summer evenings walking passed the Battersea Power Station to get to Battersea Park.
Great to hear that London Transport have extended the Northern Line with two new stations Battersea Power Station and Nine Elms which opened on the 20th September. Top of my list of places to go and photograph.
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.
the path climbs, half in light, half in shadow. the walls, worn by time, lead the way to something unseen, a moment beyond the frame. a figure stands at the crest, burdened or weightless—it's impossible to tell. the light decides, the darkness confirms.
shadows stretch like silent witnesses, consuming the ground, swallowing details, leaving only patterns of what was. the silence here is deafening, the geometry precise. in this place, the world feels measured, but the future remains uncertain.
Last week when I saw the vegetable garden on this car roof I thought the driver must have put them there when they parked. After a few days I realised the owner was sleeping in the car and has now been parked there for at least two weeks, along with a cavalcade of travellers.
... 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
in the heart of madrid, at plaza escultor juan de ávalos, light and darkness waltz in a playful dance. a skater glides across the plaza, his silhouette perfectly carved against the concrete canvas. the interplay of sharp contrasts captures a fleeting moment, where movement meets stillness, form meets freedom. beneath the steps, the shadows stretch like silent spectators, framing his solitary performance. a scene where the city breathes and a figure moves with an unseen rhythm, echoing the city's pulse.
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.
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.
light bends around concrete and glass as if it were memory. outside, a couple drifts past a palm tree frozen in silhouette — but here inside, everything remains still. reflections fracture the surface, and the stairs ascend into nothing. the city is both present and distant, caught between layers of light.
They were watching the starling murmuration as well but I needed my Canon long lens to get them in the picture.
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 ………….
cast against the wall in morning light, she walks — quiet, unseen, carrying presence in absence. the shape of a mother, a stroller, a gesture. nothing more. and everything.
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.
www.nationaltrail.co.uk/en_GB/trails/england-coast-path-s...
a fleeting moment. she stood there, reflected in the glass, tulips in one hand, phone in the other. sunglasses hiding her gaze, lips pursed as if lost in thought. the sign above her promised the best coffee in town, but she seemed far away from it all. some scenes feel like movie stills—fragments of stories we’ll never fully know.
a street portrait of josé maría almoguera. we were coming from the banksy museum when we saw a man being photographed, a camera crew around him. i asked him what he did. i didn’t recognize him. he said he’s on tv sometimes. then i asked if i could take his portrait. he nodded right away. i still don’t really know what he does. but he was kind.