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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!!
Tra mura antiche e finestre che lo sovrastano, un gattino si impone con grazia. Il vicolo è suo, e nessuno osa contestarlo.
Between towering walls and windows that dwarf him, a kitten reigns with quiet grace. The alley is his, and no one dares to challenge.
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.
from above, the city becomes a stage. under the harsh midday sun, people cast long echoes across stone tiles—unaware of their silent choreography. this fleeting geometry of shadows and motion draws invisible lines between solitude and presence, routine and poetry.
(Taken through an open window so capturing the wind blustering through the rain, the lights and the boats)
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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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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.
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.
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.
Today I took my Canon R to photograph the Brighton Marathon. It’s probably the first time I’ve really used it since the first lockdown in 2020. I wanted to spend a few hours practicing my double/multiple exposures. It’s one of the few things I cannot do with my iPhone. The results could be described as marmite in that viewers either love the results as I do or think they’re a load of rubbish. But at the end of the day it was great fun ;-)))
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.
"Look at me now, would you? They say practice makes perfect and I have had to practice a lot in order to become an outstanding sandhill crane!
Boy, it was hot and humid this day and even after torrential rains and thunderstorms it was still hot and humid! Our small grassy area near home got flooded but that was a good thing! I was sooo happy to swim back and forth, paddling with my feet to loosen up roots and bugs from the underlying ground. It was then easy for my family to walk in the water and pick up yummy treats like these! We all shared them; it was like a little party!
I do not have teeth made of bone like yours, but I have these tooth-like serrated ridges of cartilage that work just like teeth! These ridges help me pull up roots, grasses and other vegetation from the bottom of ponds. I have also learned to grab and pull out insects, frogs and small mammals too! Just like my parents have taught me to. Sometimes my sister is nice and gives me food as well. I think it might be food she didn't want or like.... but I eat it!"
- The Gosling ❤️-
Spent a few hours in one of the most calming places in Sussex. Stunning butterflies flying all around us and landing on our clothes, bags and cameras. It's cheating wildlife photography but great practice and so calming. They seemed to land in the pond where they relaxed on the foliage. This Blue Morpho was definitely the worse for wear but we noticed quiet a few flying about with shabby wings - I was going to say moth eaten ;-))
"This was very early one morning when we had spent the night in our second nest. We had gotten up before the sun and done our fun morning routines with my favorite jumping jacks! Only a minute earlier our dad was standing in that empty space next to my sister, but in a blink of an eye mom puffed up her feathers and dad was gone. I was like "whoa dad, I want to come with you" but mom gently told us in her purring voice to stay with her. So we stayed even though there was something VERY interesting going on. Dad was chasing these honking intruders away!"
- The Gosling❤️-
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.
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 squirrels in Pavilion Gardens were fearless today. I only had to point my camera at them and one would virtually be at the end of my nose. This little chaps claws look pretty scary to me.
Just walking up a small slope when I saw the busyness on the top of the hill with the blue backdrop.
The Sussex undercliff section of England's Coastal Path runs through the marina and it has been closed through parts of February/March because of recent cliff falls. These guys abseiled up and down each section of the cliffs checking for any vulnerable areas before it can safely reopen.
Work in Progress
I thought this was going to be another planter for sea grasses and shrubs but it turns out it's going to be a crossing from Madeira Drive over the Volks Railway line to the beach.
When reality collides with fashion’s fantasy, the everyday passerby becomes part of the spectacle — caught between shadows and style.
Sony RX1R III
Zeiss Sonnar 35mm/f2
"Here I am waiting to see if there is a juicy bug or worm for me! Our parents still offer foods to us but for the most part we forage ourselves.
My sister and I have grown to be big birds now and are independent in many ways, yet part of our tight knit family for another seven months or so. Our parents have taught us so many skills by now but one of the biggest teachings is coming up soon. That is what I have heard being called some kind of migration. All the birds are talking about migration! There are many dangers during that long travel to the wintering grounds, and I have also heard that we will meet our aunts, uncles and all kinds of relatives on the way there. I just don't understand how mom and dad know where we are supposed to go. What if we go wrong direction? What if we end up somewhere where other birds are not nice? What if there is an accident and I get left behind? What if the food there is yucky???
All I know is that I want to come back here with my family next spring!"
- The Gosling ❤️-
October 1st, 2025, was the last time I personally saw this beautiful family. They have disappeared for days before so there is still a chance they come and see us before starting to migrate. This past weekend I spent a lot of time looking for them. Nothing. Not a sign. Other cranes and geese, yes. But not the ones I wanted to see. I will keep on looking for them for another week or two yet.
Six weeks ago, in August, I was waiting for them at sunrise to land in a place they frequented. Using my binoculars I saw them passing by, all four, flying high, high in the sky. Perfect formation. Perfect speed for the "little ones" to keep up and use the updraft created by the parents ahead and to maintain that visual contact with them. Migration is what they have been practicing for. Looked like they had mastered it.
Whether I see them again or not...BE SAFE, I will miss you and Praying to see you all again in March 💕
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 well known reply by Hove residents when asked if they live in Brighton is "Hove Actually" a humorous retort differentiating themselves from the louder renown "Brighton" side of the city.
This beach exhibition from Brighton and Hove Camera Club forms part of a wider initiative to bring uplifting, fun and positive photography to all, but especially to those who need it most.
They are hoping to get photographs from the exhibition displayed on walls of public-serving organisations, such as doctors surgeries, children's hospitals, nursing homes, mental health and well-being clinics and similar settings.
A close-up of oak leaves dusted with morning frost, marking the quiet shift from autumn to early winter
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.
A striking close-up of a performer in a detailed steampunk-inspired monster costume at the Guggenmusik Festival. Rusted metal elements, intricate textures, and an expressive face bring this character to life in the vibrant atmosphere of the event.
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I think I discovered that my son must have been swapped at birth. He cannot be my son. We were walking on the beach when I found this wonderful skeleton with 2 big front teeth and then teeth both sides further back. My son told me not to touch it as it was a rat. I replied that whatever it had been it was now a fascinating skeleton. He was horrified by it 😮