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Sadly no pot of gold at the end of this rainbow but the presence and positioning of the family was a bonus.
i was walking past a laundromat on calle de hortaleza. saw this man and thought: if only he would turn around. and then, at some point, he did.
Experimenting with new MJ insights, I was listening to Kendra Morris. To see what would happen I inserted her name in the prompt in combination with various album names. Whatever happened, for one, Kendra Morris is not an unified entity in the MJ language models.
portixol. a child runs, barefoot and sure. behind her, the sea lines up boats and people who wait for nothing. the sky holds back.
valencia. aquarium.
the beluga drifts in slow circles. nowhere to go. nowhere to hide. just small, perfect loops. over and over.
the people stare through glass. through screens. capturing life they barely see.
the beluga moves again. another circle. another round.
Contractors have begun to clear the rubble, weeds and new grown trees from behind the fences in preparation for restoration on 41 arches to begin.
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.
Wearing their bestest mer-themed outfits they rose from Brighton Seas to march from the Peace Statue at Hove Lawns to the Fortune of War Bar to party until dark. This year the mer-folk, sailors, lobsters, jelly fish, haddock etc were raising money for Supporters Against Sewage and the Wave project.
I'm not quite sure what's happening here. Its the main Black Rock Beach which is now behind the new sea defence wall. The machine is levelling the beach starting from the sea and moving the pebbles to mounds n front of the wall. I'm guessing they're going to reshape it into trenches like the rest of the beach, Time will tell.
a forgotten gas station under the scorching desert sun. the rusted sign stands as a silent witness to a time long gone. no cars, no people – just the wind and the distant mountains. the road stretches endlessly, leading nowhere. everything here feels abandoned, frozen in time. a scene of quiet desolation and nostalgia, like a memory that refuses to fade.
on a street where stone curls and reflections watch in silence, she draws a perfect red line—measured, slow, like punctuation to a sentence unspoken. the moment is hers, caught between texture and ritual, between past and posture.
in the hush of columns and centuries, he stood like a memory you hadn’t meant to remember — part architect, part apparition, drawn in lines of light that time forgot to erase.
The last time I took a photo of Falmer Ponds they had completely dried out due to extreme temperatures and lack of rain. Those ducks that could fly had moved on and a working party had been set up to rescue the fish.
Move on 4 months and the ponds are not only full to the brim ……… but the ducks are skating on thin ice.
we didn’t say anything. we just watched. his steps seemed slower than usual, or maybe time stretched in the silence. the glass was cold against the boy’s fingertips, but he didn’t pull away. we measured distance not in meters, but in memory — the way he stood straighter out there, the way our shadows grew longer inside. there’s no drama in a moment like this, just the echo of what’s unsaid. just a window framing everything you didn’t get the chance to say.
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When I saw this chap he was struggling to get a wire off from round his leg. He tried to run away but seemed to be in pain standing on his leg but not wanting to fly. I thought of the David Attenborough films showing the damage such wire is doing to nature and our environment. ........ I know, he's just a seagull!!
"When we were tiny little chicks, my sister and I always ate same foods. Sometimes we foraged ourselves (trying to be like mom and dad) and thought we knew what we were doing... only to end up chewing on dry leaves! They were not very tasty, but we ate them anyways. I enjoyed nibbling on pretty much anything by myself from the start but my sister liked to be waited on, can you imagine that???
Our parents searched for food from sunrise to sunset, digging into the ground to find us yummy worms and bugs. Just wait and see what a little gosling needs to eat to grow up as strong and handsome as me!"
- The Gosling ❤️-
(Taken through an open window so capturing the wind blustering through the rain, the lights and the boats)
10 Striking Facts about Lightening
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The above Sea Lanes Olympic Size pool opened on Madeira Drive on 2nd June 2023. It has been built on Brighton beach, with a backdrop of the beach, the sea and then, on the horizon, the Rampion Wind Farm. The Volks Electric Railway, which opened on 3rd August 1883, 140 years earlier, runs along the perimeter of the pool. So many changes through so many years but IMHO this pool can never ever compete with the Black Rock Lido.
The Back Stab isn’t just a photograph of birds. It’s a metaphor — for how even the gentlest forms can carry tension. For how beauty sometimes masks intent. And for how the sharpest wounds don’t always come from enemies — but from those just behind us.
Catch of the day: As the waves crashed onto the beach at Black Rock the seagulls were queuing up and fighting over the hundreds of tiny crabs that were being washed ashore.
Ace Café London put out a call for all petrol heads to join them on Madeira Drive where they presented the 10th InCarNation annual event. The day featured racers, tuners, car clubs and motor clubs from across the country.
the Visionary
“After all, the true seeing is within.”
― George Eliot, Middlemarch
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merci à Pierre d'avoir joué avec moi en posant pour cette photo.
Terrible weather to get thrown out from your semi-safe cave, high above the sea and Black Rock beach. But this guy had anchors to clip onto the fence to stop himself and his tent getting blown away in today's gale force winds.
the mercat de pere garau is not just a market. it is a beating heart in palma, pulsing with voices, spices, and the rhythm of daily life. opened in 1943, it has always been a meeting place of cultures—locals, immigrants, generations of traders. but at this moment, it is empty. the stalls are silent, the knives are still. only a single figure disappears into the light, leaving behind the echoes of a long day. tomorrow, the cycle begins again.
I've not managed to get to the pier to photograph the starlings at all this season. As they're expected to be gone by the end of March I made the time to get there this evening. They put on a magnificent performance.
The Brighton Eye
Brighton used to have a Brighton Eye the same as this one but it had to go when Brighton and Hove City Council agreed a deal with British Airways to build the i360 on the site of the old West Pier. The attraction cost £46 million, with £36 million being funded by a Public Works Loan Board (PWLB) loan through B&H City Council.
Formerly known as the "Brighton i360", the project aimed to attract up to 800,000 paying customers every year. The owner of the site, the West Pier Trust, hoped in 2014 that a successful i360 would lead to the rebuilding of the historic West Pier.
In June 2018, disappointing visitor numbers forced the owners to ask B&H City Council and the LEP for better loan repayment terms. The local paper reported that "in the first full year, from August 2016, the i360 had just over 500,000 visitors, significantly fewer than the 800,000 predicted." The shortfall in visitors was blamed on “poor weather and the unreliable train service to and from London”.
The i360 made a loss of more than £5 million last year, the latest financial reports have revealed. B&H City Council are now owed almost £48 million as the attraction suffered another successive year in the red.