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Rows of freshly cut silage under a sinister looking late afternoon sky.
I cannot say exactly when it happened.
Perhaps long before I became aware of it.
The city was only beginning to wake up.
Novara still carried that suspended atmosphere of early morning, when the streets seem to belong more to silence than to people. I was walking without truly searching for anything, letting my eyes choose the direction, as I always do.
Then I looked up.
Between the motionless buildings of the city, a fracture had opened in the sky.
The clouds looked torn from within, as if something had carved the light with an invisible blade. Birds circled around that opening in restless movements, as though they already knew something was about to cross through it.
And not long after, he appeared.
I saw him sitting between stone and shadow, as if he had always belonged there.
Yet something about him did not belong to that place, or perhaps to that time.
A figure suspended between different eras.
Chains, worn fabrics, metal, symbols, a sword held in his hands like the last fragment of a distant memory. He did not look like a man in costume. He looked like someone who had survived another world.
For a brief moment, I had the absurd feeling that the fracture in the sky had allowed something through.
Not a warrior in the ancient sense of the word, but a wandering presence, lost between dimensions that no longer align.
And yet there was no violence in his eyes.
Only a strange calmness, almost melancholic. The kind carried by those who have crossed too much time to still belong to a single place.
The city kept moving around him without noticing.
People passed by. Stones remained still. Facades watched in silence.
But I saw him.
And that is the moment when photography stops being an aesthetic search.
It becomes testimony.
Because certain apparitions last only a few moments.
Then the sky closes again.
The light changes.
And the world returns to pretending that nothing ever happened.
Non saprei dire con precisione in quale istante sia successo.
Forse molto prima che me ne accorgessi.
La città si stava appena svegliando.
Novara aveva ancora quell’aria sospesa delle prime ore del mattino, quando le strade sembrano appartenere più al silenzio che agli uomini. Camminavo senza cercare davvero qualcosa, lasciando che fossero gli occhi a decidere la direzione, come faccio sempre.
Poi ho alzato lo sguardo.
Tra le architetture immobili della città si era aperta una fenditura nel cielo.
Le nuvole sembravano spezzate dall’interno, come se qualcosa avesse inciso la luce con una lama invisibile. Gli uccelli giravano attorno a quello squarcio con movimenti irregolari, inquieti, quasi sapessero che qualcosa stava per attraversarlo.
E infatti non passò molto tempo.
Lo vidi comparire poco dopo, seduto tra pietra e ombra, come se fosse sempre stato lì.
Ma c’era qualcosa che non apparteneva a quel luogo, o forse a quel tempo.
Una figura sospesa tra epoche diverse.
Catene, stoffe consumate, metallo, simboli, una spada stretta tra le mani come ultimo frammento di una memoria lontana. Non sembrava un uomo travestito. Sembrava qualcuno sopravvissuto a un altro mondo.
Per un attimo ebbi la sensazione assurda che quella fenditura nel cielo avesse lasciato passare qualcosa.
Non un guerriero nel senso antico del termine, ma una presenza errante, smarrita tra dimensioni che non coincidono più.
Eppure nei suoi occhi non c’era violenza.
Solo una calma strana, quasi malinconica. La stessa di chi ha attraversato troppo tempo per appartenere ancora a un luogo preciso.
La città continuava a vivere attorno a lui senza accorgersene.
Le persone passavano. Le pietre restavano immobili. Le facciate osservavano mute.
Io invece lo vedevo.
Ed è in quell’istante che la fotografia smette di essere ricerca estetica.
Diventa testimonianza.
Perché certe apparizioni durano pochi minuti.
Poi il cielo si richiude.
La luce cambia.
E il mondo torna a fingere che non sia successo nulla.
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A fleeting patch of extraordinarily bright sunshine lights up the meadow in the foreground and produces this rainbow. Looking from Stable Edge towards Ettersgill which is becoming obscured as the next hefty squall approaches.
Cape Breton Engagement Session
Lighting info:
Paul Buff B1600 with a Fotodiox Pro 5ft Octabox powered by Vegabond Mini battery and triggered with Pixel King Pro Triggers.
The PopSpot Ultra 50 3 Light Kit is a great tool for lighting creative portraits like this! We slid a red and blue colored gel into two of the PopSpots' built in gel holders and used the third light in the kit as a hair light. PopSpot LED Fresnel-style lights give you the power to add light exactly where you want it in a scene.
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Sunset afterglow ~ Florida Everglades U.S.A.
Spring 2015 ~ South Florida ~ Palm Beach County
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"Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven."
- - Rabindranath Tagore
Only Autumn delivers sunsets like this.
A father carries his child on his shoulders, walking away from the blazing midsummer bonfire. Silhouetted against the bright flames, the scene captures the striking contrast between the power of fire and the fragility of human life.
Photography and Editing: Dirk Dreyer. Hi-Res pictures and prints available at galleries.dreyerpictures.com
Organization: Panoptic.
Location: FreeFlow Academy
The Hearth and the Horizon: Everyday Life in 9th Century Scandinavia
This cinematic collection offers an intimate glimpse into the daily existence of Norse communities during the 9th century. Moving beyond the legends of warriors, these images explore the quiet strength and rich culture of a people deeply connected to their land and sea.
The series captures the intricate details of Viking life: from the skilled hands of an artisan carving ancient patterns into wood and the rhythmic labor of shearing wool, to the warmth of communal feasts shared under the soft glow of candlelight. We witness the innocence of childhood as children play with runes in the earth or learn the art of the bow in birch forests. The collection also highlights the vital relationship with the sea, showcasing bustling harbors filled with longships and fresh catches, alongside the serene beauty of gathering herbs by the fjords. Each frame is a tribute to the craftsmanship, resilience, and domestic harmony of the Viking Age.
Green Floral - Studio Muse:
The play of light and form highlights the subject's effortless poise. A highly structured composition that feels both intimate and grand. Godox v1 left and right, rear lit by Godox AD200 with white gel.
Il existe des instants où le corps ne danse plus pour être regardé.
Il danse pour résister.
Chaque mouvement devient une réponse au chaos, une lutte silencieuse contre ce qui cherche à nous faire vaciller. Suspendue entre équilibre et chute, la danseuse trace dans l'espace une géographie fragile faite de courage, de tension et d'abandon.
Les lumières semblent l'encercler comme autant de présences invisibles, mais elle continue d'avancer, portée par une force intérieure que rien ne peut éteindre.
Dans cette posture incertaine réside toute la beauté de la danse : accepter le déséquilibre pour mieux trouver sa vérité.
Parce que parfois, la grâce ne naît pas de la perfection.
Elle naît du combat.
EN There are moments when the body no longer dances to be seen.
It dances to endure.
Every movement becomes an answer to chaos, a silent struggle against whatever seeks to make us fall. Suspended between balance and collapse, the dancer draws a fragile map through space, shaped by courage, tension, and surrender.
The lights seem to surround her like unseen presences, yet she keeps moving forward, carried by an inner force that refuses to fade.
Within this uncertain posture lies the true beauty of dance: embracing imbalance in order to find truth.
Because sometimes grace is not born from perfection.
It is born from the struggle.
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South across the A66 towards Newsham (Richmondshire) from from Van Farm, Teesdale
Under the trunk, almost invisible, it lived in shadow.
I had to search, bend down, and light what did not ask to be seen.
Concentric rings like time carved into matter.
Even darkness keeps color.
Sotto il tronco, quasi invisibile, viveva nell’ombra.
Ho dovuto cercarlo, abbassarmi, illuminare ciò che non chiedeva di essere visto.
Anelli concentrici come il tempo inciso nella materia.
Anche il buio custodisce colore.
When the detective emerges from the bedroom, he is carrying an evidence bag, inside it are some wet clothes. The change in the suspect's demeanor is slight, but it's unmistakable. We have her.
"You'll never guess what I found under your bed, sister. A hundred bucks says these are wet with lake water. Any takers? ... I didn't think so. Lucky for us, dollface, you are a very bad housekeeper."
to be continued...
This is part 2 of series inspired the classic hard boiled detective novel. The type written by Dashiell Hammett who wrote The Maltese Falcon and Raymond Chandler who wrote the Big Sleep.
I used a continous light source ~ fresnel light on the right and a white reflector on the left to bounce some back.
Nikon D7000 ~ nikkor 50mm 1.8G ~ Exposure 1/80 ~ Aperture f/2.0 ~ ISO speed 100
A graceful ballerina captured mid-leap during a studio photoshoot, wearing a vibrant pink leotard and pointe shoes. Her sheer, flowing fabric trails behind her, creating an ethereal sense of motion and elegance.
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Dramatic lighting created by strong low late autumn sunshine against a dark sky.
Photography and Editing: Dirk Dreyer. Hi-Res pictures and prints available at galleries.dreyerpictures.com
Organization: Panoptic.
Location: FreeFlow Academy
Summer Sunset ~ Florida Everglades U.S.A.
South Florida ~ Palm Beach County, Florida
Six-Shot Summer Spectrum Sunset Series
(FYI: Haze is annual Sahara Sands from Africa)
(five more photos of this night in the comments)
Beyond the Cloudline ~ dramatic closeup
Sunset afterglow ~ Florida Everglades U.S.A.
Spring 2015 ~ South Florida ~ Palm Beach County
(4 more red-skies from this location in the comments)
Organization: Tim Engle
Photography and Editing: Dirk Dreyer.
Hi-Res pictures and prints available at galleries.dreyerpictures.com
Dress Rehearsal of Arizona Ballet Theatre's Salute To The Americas 2014. Onstage in the University of Arizona's Stevie Eller Dance Theatre in Tucson, Arizona
"Marvelous pink tones and lovely pink reflections.."
The staff maintain the stage carefully. I know the reflections from the floor will be a photographic design element...
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In the silent beat before the storm, a young athlete lifts his leg with purpose—focused, fearless, and utterly present. Time seems to pause as the ball slices through the tension in the air, eyes locked on its path, teammates and opponents suspended in anticipation.
Channeling the haunting elegance of silent-era screen legends, this monochrome portrait captures a moment suspended between glamour and melancholy. With eyes that feel lifted from a forgotten nitrate reel, the image echoes the emotional intensity and enigmatic beauty of classic cinema’s golden ghosts. Miranda embodies a timeless cinematic presence through shadow, stillness, and expression.