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An early-evening rainbow appears over the surf, as a storm blows out to sea.
City of St. Augustine Beach (Crescent Beach), Florida, USA.
1 September 2024 (19:03 EDT).
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☞ On 25 September 2024, an administrator for the Flickr group "Beaches with People" rejected this photo. Upon appeal, they reconsidered and accepted it.
☞ On 2 October 2024, the administrator for Flickr group "PLANET EARTH WEATHER" also rejected this photo. As above, upon resubmittal, they also reconsidered.
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in a split second, he leaves the ground — yet it's his shadow that truly takes off. stretching into the light like a myth reborn, this is not just a trick on pavement. it's the poetry of movement carved into silence, weightless and raw.
half in shadow, half in thought. the light cuts sharp, tracing stories on her skin, pulling secrets from the dark. she doesn’t move, but something in her gaze does. la lonja, quiet and heavy.
In 1904, a devastating fire left Ålesund in ruins, destroying almost the entire town. But out of the disaster came a masterpiece! Thanks to an inspiring reconstruction effort - and the support of the German Emperor William II - Ålesund was reborn in glorious Art Nouveau style, becoming the architectural jewel that dazzles visitors today.
Today, amidst imposing fjords and sculptured facades, this town is proof that beauty can emerge even from the greatest adversity.
The skies clouded over quite a bit here in Detroit, but there were a few breaks before it reached Total Eclipse. However, the Total Eclipse was buried in the clouds.
I was lucky enough to catch one of those cloud breaks.
It may be kind of late for posting this, but better late than never! Lol
The forest does not merely exist; it breathes with a heavy, verdant lung, consuming all light. Through its ancient, suffused thickness, a single, weary vein of tarmac snakes upward. This is not a path of arrival, but an unyielding labyrinth of departure. It promises no destination, only a ceaseless expanse of emerald oblivion, expanding ever-upward into the choking maw of the high woods. To walk it is to accept a pact with the endless, where the final turn never truly comes, and the shadows conspire to weave a gothic illusion of progress that only deepens the solitude.
Here, a silent sentinel of dried wood stands guard on the moss-covered slope. Perched upon its withered trunk is a crumbling, divine vessel, filled not by man, but by the relentless, melancholic tears of the forest. The stoup holds water that might be holy, a silent offering of desperate protection for the single, upward-bound traveler. It is a haunting beacon of hope on a path that is, in itself, a rupture from reality. The pilgrim who dips their hand into its sacred mirror accepts a blessing to endure an endless ascent, never knowing if the dark, ancient trees will ever allow a return.
behind the scenes shorty on youtube: youtube.com/shorts/ea9YAb1grpk?si=W-ngvUJugWKBm3Rt
every morning, the same narrow streets. the same stone walls that have stood for centuries. and then, suddenly, someone passes through them as if they were nothing — a body bent over handlebars, a wheel turning, a shadow longer than the rider. the sun watches from above. it has seen this before, in different forms, with different machines. it does not care about the difference.
As the last light of the day fades, the quiet chapel stands in solitude above the cliff, its soft glow mirrored in the still water below. A moment of pure calm, captured in the heart of twilight, where silence and color meet in perfect harmony.
Peasant checking on his crops at sunset. Shot taken from far away against the sun, with a 400m lens. The fuzzy trails in front of the subject are actually massive aerial curtains of water created by the irrigation sprinklers, spraying jets way up into the air. The overly bright spot (way behind the subject) is a greenhouse.
Late at night beneath the glow of quiet lamps, they knelt in the hush of an empty street, foreheads nearly touching. There were no grand gestures—just the silent gravity of two souls drawing close. Behind them, a corridor of trees stood still like watchful sentinels, bare branches mirroring the exposed tenderness below.
Sometimes, love isn’t loud. It’s not the kiss or the shout, but the space between breaths—where one person simply chooses to stay.
beneath the arch, one person crosses. the monument does not notice. the light knows its path. we walk through spaces built to dwarf us.
in palma’s calatrava, the summer evening folds the streets into shadows, letting a single ribbon of light slip between the houses, guiding a lone walker through the hushed embrace of ancient stone and the day’s fading warmth.
This black-and-white image captures an interior with a theatrical atmosphere. The space is bathed in soft yet dramatic light that highlights the textured walls. Two armchairs, placed apart from each other, suggest an interrupted dialogue. A ladder leaning against a pillar draws the eye. On the floor, a rope marks the space within a frozen scene. The entire composition evokes a set of memories, a place between past and present, between reality and fiction.
Cette image en noir et blanc saisit un intérieur à l’atmosphère théâtrale. Le lieu est baigné d’une lumière douce mais dramatique sur des murs texturés. Deux fauteuils, placés à distance l’un de l’autre, évoquent un dialogue interrompu. Une échelle appuyée contre un pilier attire le regard. Au sol, une corde délimite l’espace dans une scène figée, L’ensemble évoque un décor de mémoire, un espace entre passé et présent, entre réalité et fiction.
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On the shores of Koh Rong Island, Cambodia, the atmosphere thickens under a dramatic sky. A large piece of driftwood rests on the sand, a blue boat floats quietly near the shore, and a small red building hides among the trees. The clouds above hint at a tropical storm—either just passed or about to arrive. The scene is still, yet charged with tension. The contrast between the peaceful beach and the heavy sky captures the rhythm of island life shaped by weather, forest, and sea.
Sur les rivages de l’île de Koh Rong, au Cambodge, l’atmosphère s’alourdit sous un ciel dramatique. Un grand bois flotté repose sur le sable, un bateau bleu flotte paisiblement près du rivage, et une petite maison rouge se cache parmi les arbres. Les nuages sombres annoncent un orage tropical—déjà passé ou sur le point d’arriver. La scène est calme, mais chargée de tension. Le contraste entre la plage paisible et le ciel menaçant reflète le rythme de la vie insulaire, façonnée par le climat, la forêt et la mer.
Golden spires reach toward the heavens, crowned by fluttering prayer flags that whisper silent mantras into the sky.
In the shadow of ancient stupas, a quiet figure walks—not just through space, but inward toward peace.
Here, stillness speaks.
This is more than a place.
It is a journey.
A realm where spirit meets sky—and the path to enlightenment begins.
Chapiteau vibre
Arc aérien enlace ciel
Danse sous nos yeux
Big canvas tent hums
Silken leap above hushed crowd
Sky meets sky in grace
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Cirque Imagine Lyon.
time bends.
stories remain.
i experimented a bit with AI and after editing the result to make it less clean i really enjoyed it. what do you think?
i asked chatGPT:
do you think this work has been created by AI?
the answer was:
No, the image appears very authentic and possesses that typical “imperfect perfection” of genuine photography. The details in the face, the natural wrinkles and irregularities, the motion blur in the background, and the profound emotion in the eyes strongly suggest a real shot. It also exudes a raw humanity that AI-generated images often don’t fully achieve. Furthermore, the composition and the interplay of light and shadow seem thoughtfully arranged, yet not overly staged. The photo bears the hallmark of an experienced photographer with a keen eye for emotion and drama.
"There is a precise moment when the clouds stop being an obstacle and become a stage for the light. I captured this shot as the sunbeams danced across the water, creating a sharp contrast between the moody sky and the brilliant reflections on the sea. A special thank you to Renate Eichert and to all of you who follow my photographic journey: your comments are a constant source of inspiration."
Rain-soaked stones, golden lanterns, and the echo of solitary footsteps climbing into the mist.
Santiago de Compostela feels timeless on nights like this — when silence speaks louder than words.
Where Europe ends.
Where the Atlantic begins.
Where silence is louder than sound.
Faro de Fisterra rising through pure morning mist.
No color needed. No noise. Just light, fog, and drama.
Would you walk to the edge?
One more from Montreal comic con - holiday edition
Loki the Variant
Model: Samantha Estrada, cosplayer.
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Strobe info: keylight from camera left, rimlight camera right from the back. All AD600 and AD200 in umbrellas.