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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.
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 ………….
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.
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...
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.
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.
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.
during a photowalk in the bustling el arenal of mallorca, i captured this quiet moment amidst the chaos. the soft, fading sunlight illuminates her, contrasting with the dark background, as she sits lost in her thoughts or perhaps her phone. it's a striking image of stillness in a place known for its energy. the subtle details, like the nike slides and the bottle, add a touch of reality to the scene.
"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 ❤️-
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
in this vast space of structure and silence, two figures move – one toward us, one into the distance. one small, one grown. one running, one waiting. under the great canopy of design, all you hear is the soft echo of steps and the whisper of light on polished floor. it’s not about scale. it’s about presence – how we pass through spaces, how they hold us, how they let us go.m
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.
"We are not an intimidating gang like turkeys but rather a friendly gang of our own. Always strong together. We march to our own drum and that is a beautiful thing.
P.S. I hope everybody notices how tall and straight legged I walk, just like the rest of my gang! Also, my bill is only muddy because I dig my own food from the ground!""
- The Gosling ❤️-
A force of presence — elegance weathered by time, yet fierce as ever. She doesn’t just walk the street, she owns it.
Sony RX1R III
Zeiss Sonnar 35mm/f2
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.
In this moment, we are not the focus. We are a part of a larger, silent landscape. This photo is an exercise in the "indirect gaze," a concept inspired by traditional Japanese art where human figures are humbled by the immense scale of nature. It invites us to be observers, not the center of the world. #Photography #IndirectGaze #Landscape #Sunset #SilentWitness #Minimalism #NatureIsBoss #VisualStorytelling
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!!