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A really small community overlooks the ocean and is juxtaposed with a mountainous back yard. The location is located on the west side of Iceland and ideal for those choosing solitude.
“The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface.
The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust. The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being.
Inside out and outside in. These are worlds of things that implode or explode, and the only catalyst that determines the direction of eco-movement is the balance of water.
Both worlds are deceptive, dangerous. Both, seething with hidden life. The only veil that stands between perception of what is underneath the desolate surface is your courage. Dare to breach the surface and sink.” - Vera Nazarian
Taken 2015 at Dungeness
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This shot looks across the sands of Embleton Bay, with Dunstanburgh Castle on the horizon and clouds reflecting in the pools
I stand alone somewhere in the world, where everything is abandoned, including me. Everybody is so far away. All those views for nobody to share. Is it time for me to go away as well? Become normal? What is the normal anyway. The desolation is in all of us, we make it around us. Everybody's different. In mine, there are trees growing...
I titled this "Desolation of Smaug" because for some reason this reminds me of The Hobbit movies.. o.O lol
♫ Spoken sideways and indirect
Without a single word left unchecked
And by your own admission
No one is ever above suspicion
Defenses never to be let down
The lies readily abound,
Gaping jaw tightly wound.
In your desolation
Still searching for nowhere
Desolation
You’re living in nowhere........♫
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Desolate is not emptiness—it is presence stripped bare. It is the echo of what once was, the stillness after the story ends. Cobwebs cradle memory, pumpkins sit like sentinels of forgotten warmth, and the wall cracks not from age, but from holding too much silence.
At CHAI., we honor the quiet spaces— the ones that ache, that remember, that invite reflection in the absence of noise. This is not Halloween décor. It is a meditation on decay, nostalgia, and the beauty of what lingers.
step into the stillness, and find poetry in the dust.
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Aurora stop off & obligatory torch selfie, somewhere along route 1, south coast.
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Lanky-armed robot wandering the dry remains of an old civilization purged of organic life, finding what could possibly be.... hope
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Was out exploring a cemetery the other day in the midst of an ice storm. Three consecutive days of freezing rain had transformed the landscape into an ice palace. Trees branches glistened under a thick coating of ice, and crackled in response to wind gusts. Grass and weeds were frozen in place, and made odd crunching sounds under my feet. Rain pelted my parka, a very odd sensation with the below freezing air temperature. The droplets sounded louder than normal summer rain, and icy cold where they landed on bare skin. It was yet another weather phenomenon that caused ordinary places to appear otherworldly. I love tapping into this energy. It is heightened by the sheer desolation of this place, a rural cemetery that is infrequently travelled. Adverse weather repels even the few who might otherwise have visited here. I'm left completely alone and without distraction. The intensity is palpable and in these moments I thrive on it. I wander about aimlessly, alternately pausing to observe things; taking photos. and at times simply standing still to take in the environment and appreciate the moment. I first noticed this statue of the Virgin Mary from a distance and it was facing away from me. I made my way over, and slowly circled around. That's the moment I saw the downturned face covered with rivulets of frozen rain drops. I realized instantly that this is why I was brought here. Nearly every spontaneous photo shoot includes a defining moment, and today, this was it. Standing here miles from nowhere in the middle of an ice storm, me and this forlorn little figurine. I sized up the face; battered and weathered, moldy yet an expression that seemed unbowed by circumstance. The painted eyes seemed eerily lifelike, as if they were capable of vision, of cognition. I kept replaying this moment later in the day, even after I was warm and dry. The photo haunts me still.
Mill D North Fork to Desolation Lake; Big Cottonwood Canyon, Utah; October 2017
I've never been able to figure out the origin of all the desolation names on the ridge between Big Cottonwood and Mill Creek Canyons, but there are a few: Desolation Lake, Desolation Peak, the Desolation Trail. These are from the end of the relatively easy seven mile round trip to Desolation Lake. I liked the how the contrast between the water of the lake, the early season snow, and the trees in these shots turned out.
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Longboat Key- Sarasota Florida
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Desolation
Sometimes the road ahead may look bleak but what is around the next corner will never be known until you reach it.
This is the road leading into the iconic Glencoe in the heart of the Scottish Highlands. No matter the weather it is magnificent. Fortunately as a key worker I was able to capture this whilst driving to work. With very little other traffic I was able to get the shot from the middle of the road without causing any risk to myself or others.
Fort Worden, Washington
On the left you can see the remains of the main gun line, Batteries Randol, Quarles, and Ash.
With Corfe Castle being shrouded in the fog this morning, I took a trip past Wareham Quay on my way home. I got my welly's on and got down into the river for some shots of the boats in the fog. Great fun!