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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.
"My father showing how to kill a vole before swallowing it whole. My parents ran after four voles, catching and piercing them in the neck, throwing them in the air ... and giving one for each of us kids to eat. After my sister ate hers, she snatched what was left of mine before I could finish mine. That girl has no manners. To tell the truth, I wasn't quite sure I liked this type of a meal anyways."
- The Gosling ❤️-
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.
"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.
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 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!
Scattata con Polaroid Now +
Pellicola Color i-Type Film
Lampada a luce continua
Doppia Esposizione
Digitalizzata, non Manipolata.
Ascoli Piceno Ottobre 2025
Taken with Polaroid Now +
Color i-Type Film
Not digitally Manipulated
continuous light
Double Exposure
Ascoli Piceno October 2025
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.
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.
A vibrant mural on the side of the Suki10C nightclub in Digbeth, Birmingham.
Painted by Gent 48, this striking mural serves as a powerful tribute to Birmingham’s diverse future. Featuring dynamic portraits and layered graffiti textures, it conveys both artistic innovation and cultural resonance. Situated on Meriden Street, the work exemplifies Digbeth’s reputation as a creative hub.
Scattata con Polaroid Now +
Pellicola Color i-Type Film
Lampada a luce continua
Doppia Esposizione
Digitalizzata, non Manipolata.
Ascoli Piceno Ottobre 2025
Taken with Polaroid Now +
Color i-Type Film
Not digitally Manipulated
continuous light
Double Exposure
Ascoli Piceno October 2025
“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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 ………….
he leans back, cigar in hand, caught between two directions — the city behind him, his mirror self ahead. they’re the same man, almost. one smokes, the other waits. one real, the other questioning. for a moment, they breathe in sync. and then not.
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 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...