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Peccatum Rostro, is a series of images in which I explore anonymity, people without distinctive features from whom no information can be obtained in a Society in great need of identification.
Peccatum Rostro es una serie de imágenes en la que exploro el anonimato, personas sin rasgos distintivos del que no se puede obtener ninguna información en una Sociedad con mucha necesidad de identificación.
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Oldenburg in the German state Lower Saxony: - Population 160.000 ( Metropolitan Region `Bremen / Oldenburg´ 2.4 million people )
A fleeting glimpse into the silent passage of strangers — each a soul with their own story, crossing paths without a word.
Fearfully and wonderfully made.
Psalm 139:14
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The theme today for the Item Collaboration group is hands. This idea is by no means original, but I've always wanted to give it a try! So, perhaps I should also say Happy Cliche Saturday!
For the record, I did this ALL BY MYSELF. :0) Not too shabby, eh?
I can't decide which one to use for Day 029 of my 365. I like the anonymity of this one... but I kinda also like that my face is in the other one since the words describe ME. I also like that the hands in that one are off-center.
Thoughts?
I was inspired by by Sarah Schloo's gorgeous shoe shots, and thought Id have a bash in these shoes of mine.
Battery in my remote has konked out, so I had to keep climbing down to take another shot using the 10 second timer dash, quite comical in those things and nothing else!
Lampist Info: Single completely naff looking Phillips 'wake-up light' on full power to camera right.
“When President Trump was criticized by some of the artists who were recognized at the annual Kennedy Center Honors program during his first term, he responded by boycotting the show, breaking with decades of precedent.
Now, as he leads a sweeping takeover of the Kennedy Center in his second term, Mr. Trump is seeking changes that will allow him greater sway in the selection of honorees, according to two people briefed on the matter who were granted anonymity to describe confidential discussions.
Mr. Trump, who is now the chairman of the Kennedy Center, is scheduled to speak at a meeting of its board on Monday afternoon, when proposed changes to the honors advisory committee will be on the agenda, according to the individuals and a copy of the agenda that was obtained by The New York Times.”
Vintage publicity photo.
Art Week Gallery Group
~~~~ GLOBES ~~~~
The New York Times
THE PRIVACY PROJECT
Companies and governments are gaining new powers to follow people across the internet and around the world, and even to peer into their genomes. The benefits of such advances have been apparent for years; the costs — in anonymity, even autonomy — are now becoming clearer. The boundaries of privacy are in dispute, and its future is in doubt. Citizens, politicians and business leaders are asking if societies are making the wisest tradeoffs. The Times is embarking on this months long project to explore the technology and where it’s taking us, and to convene debate about how it can best help realize human potential.
www.nytimes.com/interactive/2019/opinion/internet-privacy...
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Enkele weken geleden postte ik al een eerste foto van de Chinareis die ik in september ondernam. Het hoofddoel van die reis was om mijn schoonfamilie te bezoeken, maar met een erg sympathieke schoonmoeder die ook graag fotografeert, ontstond al snel het idee om ook naar de fantastisch mooie provincie Yunnan te reizen. Naast de etnische minderheden die daar wonen en die vaak nog traditionele kleren dragen, zijn ook de landschappen meer dan een reden om daar naartoe te trekken. Voor spoorwegliefhebbers ligt er een smalspoorlijn die in relatieve anonimiteit vooralsnog in dienst blijft. Het lot van deze door de Fransen aangelegde spoorlijn hangt al lang aan een zijden draadje.
Op het knapste deel van de lijn rijden er nog maar enkele treinen per etmaal en stopt men met rijden wanneer het hard regent vanwege de kans op afstortingen in het bergachtige landschap. De treinen rijden om die reden met locomotieven vooraan en achteraan de trein: moesten er rotsen op de spoorlijn terecht komen, dan kan men simpelweg terugrijden naar het voorgaande station.
De spoorlijn kan worden uitgebaat volgens twee dienstregelingen: eentje voor het regenseizoen waarbij men sowieso enkel overdag rijdt en eentje voor de rest van het jaar, waarbij er 24u lang wordt gereden. Ons bezoek vond aan de staart van het regenseizoen plaats, wat ideaal uitdraaide: het was redelijk vaak zonnig, maar doordat de dienstregeling voor het regenseizoen nog van toepassing was, was het schaarse treinverkeer wel redelijk voorspelbaar.
Gedurende twee nachten verbleven we in een nieuwe B&B vlakbij Renziqiao, de beroemdste en beruchtste brug van deze spoorlijn (zie Renziqiao voor meer achtergrondinfo). De rust in dit dorpje vormt al een reden op zich om er naartoe te trekken! En dan zijn er natuurlijk nog de treinen, ALS ze rijden ;-)
Op 21 september 2025 reden er twee lege sulfertreinen van Kaiyuan naar Shanyao. We zien de eerste trein net na het nemen van een grote keerlus tijdens de afdaling nabij Renziqiao. De trein wordt gesleept door de DF21 0003, de DF21 0008 rijdt achteraan in opzending mee. Deze foto is dus een achteraanzicht van de trein. Hoog boven de trein pronkt de Renziqiao op de achtergrond. Op die brug passeerde de trein zo’n 10 minuten eerder.
Moet het nog gezegd hoe knap de provincie Yunnan is?
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A few weeks ago, I posted the first photo from my trip to China in September. The main purpose of the trip was to visit my in-laws, but with a very friendly mother-in-law who also enjoys photography, the idea quickly arose to also visit the stunningly beautiful province of Yunnan. In addition to the ethnic minorities who live there and often still wear traditional clothing, the landscapes are also more than enough reason to visit. For railway enthusiasts, there is a narrow-gauge railway line, built by the French, that remains in service, albeit in relative anonymity. The line's survival has been hanging by a thread for some time.
Only a few trains per day run on the most attractive part of the line, and they stop running when it rains heavily because of the risk of landslides in the mountainous landscape. For this reason, the trains run with locomotives at the front and rear: if rocks do fall on the railway line, they can simply turn back to the previous station.
The railway line can be operated according to two timetables: one for the rainy season, when trains only run during the day, and one for the rest of the year, when trains run 24 hours a day. Our visit took place at the end of the rainy season, which turned out to be ideal: it was sunny quite often, but because the timetable for the rainy season was still in effect, the scarce train traffic was fairly predictable.
We stayed for two nights in a new B&B near Renziqiao, the most famous and notorious bridge on this railway line (see Renziqiao for more background information). The tranquillity of this village is reason enough to visit! And then, of course, there are the trains, IF they run ;-)
On 21 September 2025, two empty sulphur trains ran from Kaiyuan to Shanyao. We see the first train just after taking a large loop during the descent near Renziqiao. The train is pulled by the DF21 0003, with the DF21 0008 running behind it. This photo is a rear view of the train. High above the train, the Renziqiao bridge stands out in the background. The train passed over that bridge about 10 minutes earlier.
Need I mention how beautiful the province of Yunnan is?
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A Komusou or "priest of nothingness" ouside Nagoya station. A Komusou is a medicant monastic of the Fuke school of Zen Buddhism, characterised by the shakuhachi (a type of Japanese flute) and the Tengai (straw basket manifesting the absence of specific ego). Because of the anonymity of the wearer of the Tengai, Samurai, Ronin and Ninja would also dress in this fashion as a disguise. The characters on the front of the box around his neck are ’明暗’ (darkness and light).
Canon 7D/50mm 1.4 @ f1.6 1/15sec ISO100.
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A small ornamental Christmas tree decorated with baubles (my dad calls them Wesselcups!) - there is one for each member of our family (my children's names and their surname has been blurred out for anonymity though lol).
Gunwharf's one of those places, you know? It's a flowing, living village of shops and cafés designed for the financially-healthy, forever bustling with scores of people who could lead you to Caffé Nero with their eyes closed, but haven't a clue about the city outside the thriving cascades. A sign of the times perhaps, but it was ever thus.
Meanwhile, ducking and diving and bobbing and weaving and darting around between the fur coats and racing hearts of life's lucky ones, searching for scenes and settings that will capture the approval of his peers, the photographer happily earns his crust - it feels fitting to me that he can go about his business, creating work that might last a lifetime, and be completely unnoticed as he does so.
Artist: Brayden Hanisch
Painting photographed at Hanisch Bakery
Red Wing Minnesota
Saturday May 17th, 2025
I've had the opportunity to see and photograph some of Brayden's work and he's good, and I mean REALLY GOOD! (He's 17).
My wife and I really enjoy his work and can't wait to see what he does next!
I had no idea i had captured these people like this and the fact that the face is out of focus to me just adds to the depth of meaning in the picture. There is anonymity to what is otherwise a very public display of affection and concern and this shot doesn’t intrude - almost like those times you catch a part of someone else’s personal phone conversation and get the gist but without prying. I don't know what the people were talking about and I just ignored them at the time allowing them to get on with their day but when this one came back from processing I fell in love immediately.
On a techy geeky note I also love the blue cast my vintage lens and Ektar film combo provided. i think of this set as quite timeless in a way.
Easter procession in Artà, Mallorca/Spain
Goal achieved, all saints, flags and banners were moved from one church to the other.
Annual commemoration of the Passion of Jesus, celebrated by Catholic religious brotherhoods and fraternities in the small town of Artà, that perform penance processions on the streets.
The procession was accompanied by intense mystical drumbeats that went under the skin.
The sight of the Brotherhood with their pointy hats may be disturbing, but it is an old Catholic tradition and has nothing to do with the xenophobic club in the US.
For some reason, the pointy hat discussion raises its head every Semana Santa. One theory is that the pointy hats (capirotes) have their origins in the Spanish Inquisition, when convicts were paraded through the streets of their town as a penance, wearing coloured conical hats to indicate the crimes they were charged with. Over time, the hats changed to cover the face as well (so offenders could keep their anonymity) and grew in height as a way of drawing attention to God, rather than the wearer. Over time, the conical headdress became associated with penitence and was adopted accordingly by the Catholic Church in Spain.
I hadn't taken my tripod with me for space reasons and regretted it that evening.... All photos are therefore freehand photos.
Anonymity.
Années mystiques influençant les travaux éducation retour bureaux de négociation chefs-d'œuvre mains inachevées répétitions d'affaires erreurs évidentes étapes brillantes,
разрывы отвратительное недовольство презираемый использует укрепляющие голоса глубокие веса постоянная борьба современная поэзия устойчивые выражения,
notas desastrosas relatórios imponentes sintaxe mecanicista definições impetuosas mudanças rápidas sons assimétricos portões reforçados perdidos,
dibenion cyfrinachau hynafiaeth galw creulondeb yn dod ar draws arferion gwrthrychol llythyrau dychymyg cydweithwyr gweiddi cadeiriau trais cyfuniadau ffo,
gaotha dírithe ag briseadh ballaí ag cuimhneamh ar fhuinneoga cathanna ravished radharcanna gan cháim anamacha scáinte longa gaineamh i bhfolach gaineamh tempest,
ひったくり目最強の水巨大な岩ハンマー板スイマー影横柄な舌巨大な岩山派生トラブル星にキス強大な笑顔.
Steve.D.Hammond.
a rather unusual "selfie", one I might happily use in times of internet snooping ;). It is the result of me shooting from the street into the dark entrance hall of a Berlin building. I love the effect of those bicycles in there almost looking like my hands ... :)
In the heart of medieval Nuremberg, where cobblestone streets wind through half-timbered houses and ancient walls, there exists a bridge that whispers secrets from centuries past.
The Henkersteg, a modest wooden walkway, spans the Pegnitz River, connecting the bustling flea market area to Unschlitt Square.
The Executioner’s Path:
The Henkersteg owes its name and eerie reputation to the executioner, a figure both feared and necessary in medieval society.
The executioner’s grim duty involved administering justice through beheadings, hangings, and other forms of capital punishment.
To maintain the executioner’s anonymity and protect townspeople from direct contact, a secluded house was provided for him on an island in the river.
The Henkersteg served as the executioner’s private route, allowing him to cross the Pegnitz unseen after completing his dark tasks.
A Wooden Veil:
Imagine the scene: the sun setting over Nuremberg, casting long shadows on the wooden planks of the Henkersteg.
The bridge, covered and dimly lit, seemed to shield the executioner from prying eyes. Citizens passing by would glimpse only the silhouette of a solitary figure.
The creaking of the wooden boards echoed the weight of the executioner’s burden—a burden he carried across the Pegnitz, away from the judgmental gazes of the townsfolk.
Historical Context:
The Henkersteg dates back to the Middle Ages, a time when justice was harsh and public executions were commonplace.
While the bridge itself is unassuming, its significance lies in the stories it holds—the footsteps of an executioner, the weight of a city’s conscience.
Today, the Henkersteg stands as a testament to a bygone era, a relic of secrecy and somber duty.
Legacy and Reflection:
As we walk across the Henkersteg today, we can’t help but wonder about the lives it touched.
Did the executioner carry guilt or detachment? Did he ever glimpse the faces of those he condemned?
The bridge invites contemplation—a reminder that history is not just grand events but also the footsteps of ordinary people, hidden in the shadows.
So, next time you find yourself in Nuremberg, step onto the Henkersteg. Feel the worn wood beneath your feet, listen to the river’s murmur, and imagine the executioner’s journey—a journey veiled in both darkness and duty.
Minimalism.... ABC Art....extreme simplification of form, as by the use of basic shapes and monochromatic palettes of primary colors, objectivity, and anonymity of style.
(....for those who are trying to guess! ...sand dune agains the african sky....Baci)
A street photograph exploring the dynamic interplay of focus and blur. The composition features a man seated, engaged with his phone, while a woman walks past in the foreground, intentionally out of focus. This captures the fleeting nature of urban encounters where people often remain blurred figures in each other's lives.
Una fotografia di strada che esplora l'interazione dinamica tra messa a fuoco e sfocatura. La composizione presenta un uomo seduto, impegnato con il suo telefono, mentre una donna passa in primo piano, intenzionalmente fuori fuoco. Questo cattura la natura fugace degli incontri urbani in cui le persone spesso rimangono figure sfocate nella vita degli altri.
Gordon’s Wine Bar, London, England, United Kingdom / April 2016
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Gordon’s Wine Bar is thought to be the oldest wine bar in London having been established in 1890. The bar is very much a family affair, owned by Wendy Gordon who is the wife of the late much loved Luis Gordon, and now overseen by Luis’ eldest son Simon. The Gordon’s wine bar family includes the bar staff many of whom have been with us for years under the caring management of Gerard who brings French joie de vivre to the atmosphere and ensures our customers are well looked after. We try to maintain the bar as our customers like it which basically means “no change!”. We have maintained the original décor and sell only wine, whilst providing traditional and well priced grub…. easier said than done in a world dominated by rules and regulations!
The bar is loved by old and young alike due to the totally unique atmosphere in which time seems to have stood still. As you enter the bar you find yourself in a room with old wooden walls covered in historical newspaper cuttings and memorabilia faded with age. Make your way to the cellar and you need to stoop to get to your rickety candlelit table – anonymity is guaranteed! If the sun is out you can also sit outside in Watergate Walk and enjoy watching the world go by. The bar is loved by many because it has something to offer to each and every one of its customers.
The award winning wine list is varied and full of interesting wines at very reasonable prices. Sherries and ports are served from the barrel. Food comes in proper portions ranging from homemade pies to wonderfully mature cheeses.
Arthur ‘Staff’ Gordon, the previous owner of the bar, was one of the few remaining ‘free vintners’ who were able to set up and sell wines anywhere without applying for a license as a result of Edward III’s Charter to them in 1364 – granted as a result of Edward’s financial embarrassment at being unable to repay a loan made by the vintners to him some years earlier. The current Gordon family who own the bar are not actually related to Angus Gordon but it was a happy coincidence that Luis Gordon discovered the bar and took it over in 1975 so was able to maintain the Gordon name.
For those of you who are interested in history Kipling House, in which the bar is situated, was home to Samuel Pepys in the 1680’s and more recently (1820) was occupied by Minier & Fair, a firm of seedsmen who used it as a warehouse. This came to an abrupt end, when in 1864, the river was embanked and the warehouse became landlocked, following which it was turned into accommodation and Gordon’s Wine Bar began its life. Rudyard Kipling lived in the building in the 1890’s as a tenant.
The bar has many associations with the literary and theatrical fields. In the room overhead Rudyard Kipling wrote ‘The Light That Failed’ and both he and Chesterton wrote some of their works in the little parlour of the Wine Bar. Previously the original Player’s Theatre stood almost directly opposite, and the bar was (and of course still is) patronised by many illustrious thespians.
Peccatum Rostro, is a series of images in which I explore anonymity, people without distinctive features from whom no information can be obtained in a Society in great need of identification.
Peccatum Rostro es una serie de imágenes en la que exploro el anonimato, personas sin rasgos distintivos del que no se puede obtener ninguna información en una Sociedad con mucha necesidad de identificación.
Explore #87 for 8th October 2011 - my first one!!!
This is Francesca Woodman and Brooke Shaden inspired all the way :)
Ever notice how a lot of people care more about the work than the artist behind it? I mean of course, the piece of work, whether it be a photo, poem, painting, book etc, is the thing you're being impressed by, but what about the person who sat for hours imagining and creating that piece simply for the voyeuristic enjoyment of others? I'd hate it if a piece of my work got very well known and posted all over the internet but no one knew who it was by - it'd be like taking a part of me away, and even if I said I'd created it I'd probably be considered a liar.
I think this must be the best quality photo on my stream of the beautiful Underwood typewriter which John bought my last Christmas - it's beyond amazing, annoying to lug about though, it's so heavy!
I'm glad that despite this being an assignment for Uni about movement within images, I was able to make it personal to myself as well.