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This is an outtake from a company portrait session. It was a little too harsh for a business photo, but I liked it.
Strobist:
3' gridded octabox directly over model's head
14" softbox directly above camera
bare flash with 3 stop nd gel on background
My favourite picture from the session.
5D + 24-70 f.28L
F14 1/250 ISO100
Went above the sync speed a little to keyshift about 2.5 stops.
580EXII + 430EXII into a 43" shoot through umbrella in front of the model slightly to camera left, triggered by Cybersync.
Another from a productive and unbelievably stunning morning up Lingmoor Fell - Overlooking Elterwater and Windermere.
Denkmal am Viktualienmarkt in München. Die Skulptur zeigt eine sitzende Figur mit einem Buch in der Hand.
On croit souvent que la chaleur est une question de température.
C'est une erreur de débutant!
La vraie chaleur n'a rien à voir avec le feu. Elle n'a pas besoin d'éclater, de brûler ou de réclamer l'attention. Elle existe avant même que la pièce ne s'en aperçoive.
Certaines personnes entrent dans un cadre comme d'autres entrent dans une conversation avec le besoin d'être remarquées.
D'autres n'ont pas cette préoccupation car elles savent déjà qu'elles resteront dans les mémoires longtemps après que le décor aura disparu.
Le feu impressionne mais les braises, elles, choisissent leurs victimes.
EN People often think heat is a matter of temperature.
That's a beginner's mistake!
Real heat has nothing to do with fire. It doesn't need to erupt, burn, or demand attention. It exists long before the room becomes aware of it.
Some people enter a scene the way others enter a conversation: desperate to be seen.
Others have no such concern.
They already know they'll be remembered long after the scenery has vanished.
Fire impresses.
Embers choose their victims.
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Some extraordinary lighting conditions as very brief periods during which the sun almost breaks through the cloud cover create a dramatic view up the dale. Cronkley Scar emerges from the murk and drizzle as a shower clears away. West and East Force Gath farms on the hillside in the distance, High Force Hotel in front of the conifer plantation. Taken from Stable Edge above Newbiggin.
A final surge of energy before darkness takes over.
📍 Portimão, Portugal
📅 May 2026
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The whitewashed Peghorn Lodge farm stands out as a dot on the hillside with a snow covered Meldon Hill (767m, 2517ft) in the background.
A cinematic, myth noir portrait set against a saturated red field, where the subject’s lifted hands pose becomes both a gesture of surrender and command. Lace, shadow, and pendant form a triad of symbols—ritual, identity, and quiet defiance. The frame carries the tension of a character caught between revelation and concealment, a moment suspended in the architecture of desire, memory, and myth.
Red Room Invocation
1.
The red behind you breathes like a waiting god, A chamber built from pulse and prophecy. Your hands crown the moment with quiet fire, Naming yourself in the language of stillness.
2.
Lace becomes a map of unspoken histories, Threaded with the ache of unfinished myths. You stand where longing sharpens into ritual, Where the air remembers every silhouette.
3.
The pendant glows like a borrowed star, A relic of nights that refused to fade. Its weight is a vow you never voiced, Held close beneath the architecture of breath.
4.
Shadow drapes you in deliberate confession, A cloak stitched from the edges of desire. You rise inside the red room’s heartbeat, A figure carved from cinematic dusk.
5.
Your gaze is a corridor with no exit, A place where truth rehearses its tremble. It pulls the viewer into your orbit, Demanding reverence without a word.
6.
The pose is a hinge between surrender and reign, A gesture that rewrites the body’s grammar. You hold the moment like a sovereign of silence, Letting the frame kneel to your presence.
7.
Every line of you is a myth in rehearsal, A draft of a legend not yet spoken aloud. The red hums with the promise of revelation, Waiting for your next breath to decide its fate.
8.
And in this captured instant of becoming, You are both the storm and the altar. A portrait forged in the furnace of intention, Leaving the viewer changed, marked, and awake.
Il n’y a rien autour d’elle. Pas de décor, pas de scène, pas de public. Juste un instant construit en studio, quelques gestes, et cette lumière qui vient chercher la danseuse comme on cherche quelqu’un dans une pièce silencieuse. Elle ne danse peut-être pas encore. Elle est simplement là, entre deux mouvements, dans cette seconde où le corps cesse de bouger mais où tout reste vivant.
Le rouge enveloppe le reste.
EN There is nothing around her.
No scenery, no stage, no audience. Just a moment created in the studio, a few gestures, and a beam of light finding the dancer as if searching for someone in a quiet room. Perhaps she isn't dancing yet. She is simply there, caught between two movements, in that brief second when the body stops but everything remains alive. The red holds everything else.
Le cuivre ne retient jamais les secrets. Il garde seulement la chaleur des mains qui l'ont aimé.
Cette nuit, la musique n'attendait ni scène, ni applaudissements. Elle s'était réfugiée dans un souffle suspendu, entre une peau que la lumière effleure et un silence qui refuse de disparaître.
Chaque note est une confidence,
chaque regard, une partition que personne n'a encore osé lire.
On croit entendre le jazz mais, en réalité, c'est le cœur qui accorde les instruments...
EN Brass never keeps secrets.
It remembers only the warmth of the hands that once held it. Tonight, the music wasn't waiting for a stage or an audience. It chose instead a suspended breath, somewhere between skin touched by light and a silence unwilling to fade away. Every note is a confession, every glance, a score no one has dared to read.
People think they hear jazz but,
in truth, it is the heart quietly tuning the instrument...
Bathed in golden hour glow, a devil-like form is fractured through surreal reflections. Light and shadow blur reality, leaving only a haunting presence suspended in transformation. Captured through a homemade vortograph—three mirrors arranged in a triangular shape—the image bends light into fragmented, otherworldly patterns, enhancing its eerie and mysterious atmosphere.
Elle est là, seule dans le noir. Un peu de rouge vient découper le corps, accroche le tutu, glisse sur le visage. Le reste disparaît presque complètement. Elle semble avoir tourné la tête au dernier moment, comme si quelque chose venait de se passer hors du cadre. J’aime ce moment entre deux temps de la danse. La pose est presque immobile, mais le tutu garde encore le mouvement. Une jambe se pose, l’autre semble déjà prête à repartir. Sur scène, tout est fait pour être vu. Pourtant, il reste toujours une part qui nous échappe. Ici, c’est peut-être elle qui m’intéresse le plus...
EN She stands alone in the darkness. A touch of red cuts across the body, catches the tutu, brushes over her face. Almost everything else disappears. She looks as if she turned her head at the last moment, as though something had just happened outside the frame. I like this moment between two movements. She is almost still, but the tutu still carries the movement. One foot settles while the other seems ready to leave again. On stage, everything is designed to be seen. Yet there is always something that remains just beyond our view. Here, perhaps, that is the part I find most interesting.
Dramatic light over the waterfront in Trieste, Italy.
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Photos with another person: 8
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Photos taken with my Canon Powershot A510: 62
Photos taken during my cameraless era: 16
Photos taken with my new Canon Rebel XTi: 22
Elle arme son sabre. À cet instant, il n’y a encore ni combat, ni victoire, ni défaite. Seulement ce geste précis, presque silencieux, qui demande de ne plus hésiter. Le bleu vient refroidir son visage. Derrière elle, le rouge brûle. Deux forces qui pourraient s’opposer, mais qui semblent ici tenir ensemble. Dans la tradition zen, le geste juste ne naît pas de la colère. Il vient d’un esprit qui s’est débarrassé du bruit. La force n’est pas toujours dans le mouvement. Parfois, elle est dans cette seconde où tout devient parfaitement clair.
EN She draws her sword. At that moment, there is no fight yet. No victory, no defeat. Just one precise, almost silent gesture that leaves no room for hesitation. Blue cools her face. Behind her, red burns. Two forces that could oppose each other, yet somehow seem to belong together. In Zen tradition, the right action does not come from anger. It comes from a mind that has learned to let the noise fall away. Strength is not always found in movement.
Sometimes, it lives in that single second when everything becomes perfectly clear.
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It wasn’t the fall… it was the moment.
That exact second when the shot glass stops being an object and becomes motion, chaos, liquid light spilling out of control.
Amber flows like fire, capturing reddish flashes as it escapes, while the marked glass, fragile and exposed, holds the memory of the impact.
There is no going back.
Only the beauty of the unrepeatable.
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The moment seduces.
Excess drags you down.
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Amber shines…
but not everything that shines can be controlled.
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One gesture.
One second.
One decision.
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Drink wisely.
Feel slowly.
—
If you drink, don’t drive.
Let the only impact… be the light.
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Elegance lies in knowing when to stop.
Before the fall.
Clouds fly over Chamberlain Square and Big Brum in Birmingham.
Chamberlain Square or Chamberlain Place is a public square in central Birmingham, England. It includes the Birmingham Central Library, Birmingham Museum & Art Gallery, Birmingham Town Hall and Big Brum(the clock)
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As the sky clears, strong late autumn sunshine and a dark sky background create a dramatic view of these roadside larch trees at Wycliffe.
Dans l'obscurité, une présence émerge.
Masqué, il devient symbole.
Autour de lui, des silhouettes se rassemblent comme attirées par une force invisible. Leurs mains tendues ne cherchent ni à posséder ni à retenir ; elles semblent invoquer, transmettre, éveiller.
La lumière jaillit du cœur du cercle comme une flamme ancienne.
Est-ce un rite ? Une métamorphose ? Une révélation ?
Peut-être tout cela à la fois.
Les visages disparaissent sous les capuches et les masques, laissant place à quelque chose de plus universel : l'énergie du groupe, la puissance des croyances, la fascination humaine pour les mystères que l'on ne peut expliquer.
Dans cette scène suspendue entre théâtre, danse et imaginaire, chacun devient le reflet d'une part cachée de nous-mêmes.
Car derrière chaque masque se cache une vérité, et dans chaque ombre sommeille une lumière prête à naître.
EN In the darkness, a presence emerges.
Masked, it becomes a symbol.
Around it, figures gather as if drawn by an invisible force. Their outstretched hands do not seek to possess or restrain; they seem to invoke, to transmit, to awaken.
Light rises from the center of the circle like an ancient flame.
Is it a ritual? A transformation? A revelation?
Perhaps all of these at once.
Faces vanish beneath hoods and masks, giving way to something more universal: the energy of the collective, the power of belief, and humanity's enduring fascination with mysteries beyond explanation.
Suspended somewhere between theatre, dance, and imagination, each figure becomes a reflection of a hidden part of ourselves.
For behind every mask lies a truth, and within every shadow sleeps a light waiting to be born.
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11 Days to wander the northern part of Norway on my own with only my camera and a rental car to keep my company. It was a magnificent road trip that took me to the tip of Lofoten, into the winding fjords of Senja, and through the surrounding fjords. The weather was challenging most days, but also delivered incredible natural light.
Body painting by world-renowned body painter Mark Reid. At Albuquerque's The Stduio Space, for Collaborative Photo Shoots New Mexico.
Strobist ~ Two Lights~ AB800 w 28" Westcott Softbox & Nikon SB800 w 43" Westcott Umbrella (collapsed) ~ Triggered by Pocketwizards Plus II
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A shaft of bright sunshine briefly lights up Hield House farm, Holwick, Teesdale. Behind and to the right is Force Garth quarry, further back the track up the side of Cronkley Fell can just be seen.
Victoria Statue von Christian Daniel Rauch im Schweriner Schlosspark
Victoria Statue by Christian Daniel Rauch in the palace garden of the Schwerin castle, capital of the state Mecklenburg-Vorpommern (Germany)
A long-exposure view of Tower Bridge, London, looking straight into the tower as the city rushes by.
Red and white traffic trails slice through the frame while the suspension lines and railings pull the eye toward the arch. The wet walkway adds subtle reflections, and the lamps bloom into starbursts against the night sky—classic London drama, just after dark.
It's that tree again. Probably the last photo of this tree for Autumn 2008.
The sun came out briefly earlier and lit the tree up.
This is a wider view of the scene, thanks to a new wide angle lens.
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There are moments in photography that last only a fraction of a second… and if you miss them, they are gone forever.
As the sun was disappearing behind the clouds over the Mediterranean, this seagull crossed the sky wrapped in golden light.
For an instant, the sunset painted the wings with fire, turning an ordinary flight into something almost magical.
What fascinates me most about this image is the contrast between strength and serenity:
the powerful wings cutting through the air while the warm evening light softens everything around it.
Nature always gives us these fleeting gifts… but only if we slow down enough to see them.
A high-quality, professional studio portrait capturing a young woman looking downward at her phone screen, exuding the elegant charm of a modern-day pretty little princess. She is dressed for a formal occasion in a stunning, form-fitting royal blue prom gown featuring a textured, glittery fabric and a classic sweetheart neckline. Her dark hair is beautifully styled with a matching sparkling navy blue glitter headband, and her neckline is adorned with a delicate, floral-patterned silver rhinestone necklace that catches the light gracefully.
The image boasts exceptional sharpness, detail, and quality, making every single shimmer on her dress and headband visible. The lighting is meticulously directed as low-key dramatic side lighting, casting a brilliant highlight along her facial profile, shoulders, and the contours of her dress while allowing the background to fade into complete, smooth black shadows. This high-contrast lighting adds depth, mystery, and an intimate, reflective mood to the scene.
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Faint Crepescular Rays as a fast-moving patch of sunshine crosses the Hudeshope. Taken from near Lodge Sike looking back down the valley towards Aukside.
Sunset afterglow ~ Florida Everglades U.S.A.
Spring 2015 ~ South Florida ~ Palm Beach County
(four more photos of this night in the comments)
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Cross Fell - the highest point in the pennines - on the horizon in the far distance, almost completely clear of haze, just a bit of shimmer from the warmth over quite a considerable distance.