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Photography and Editing: Dirk Dreyer.
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Strong low angled winter sunshine on the County Bridge and part of the castle ruins, Barnard Castle, Teesdale. Taken from the Teesdale Way long distance footpath on the south side of the river.
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Towards Newsham from near Hutton Magna, Teesdale 6 June 2020. A bright interval produces a patch of almost full sunshine in the distance.
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Wintry sunshine and a dark sky background produces a vivid rainbow at Middle End Farm, Teesdale. Taken on a cold blustery morning after Storm Atiyah, 8 December 2019
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A swollen River Tees at Low Force Waterfall in strong early spring sunshine
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A brief but very strong burst of afternoon sun highlights some spectacular autumn colours against a dark sky background
Single bare Yongnuo 560 II speed light bare slightly to camera right on 1/2...an hour before sunset (so still pretty bright out). Shot by Kaunis Hetki photography at House Of Refuge South Florida
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You can see an artist drawing this ballerina (and part of another, as well), if you look in the mirror. I shot this during one of our group's weekly life drawing sessions. I have a painting partially completed that duplicates this composition, and the photo was intended for reference in finishing the little painting. However, I kind of like it just as is -- as a photograph. I hate it when that happens. I lose some of my motivation to paint, when the photo works. In the painting, I would use a limited palette -- but here, there's a limited palette as well. So what is the function of the painting? You see what I mean? I'd leave the artists out -- would that make it better?
In the heart of Warsaw’s Castle Square, the monument of King Sigismund III Vasa rises boldly against a glowing sun, its silhouette stretching across cobblestones in dramatic length. The interplay of light and shadow transforms the square into a stage, where history stands timeless amidst drifting clouds. The textured pavement and deep contrast of black-and-white tones heighten the sense of permanence and grandeur, offering a contemplative view of one of Poland’s most iconic landmarks.
End of January 1895, seven vessels including the Elizabeth have suffered a delay because of the frozen Rhine. The ship was loaded with dynamite, a total of 150,000 kg. At the Elizabeth 20 boxes with 866 kg of dynamite sticks exploded.
16 persons were involved in this accident which killed 13 and wounded 3.
Today, only this part of the wreck of the "De Hoop" is visible at very low water. So you can still take a look at this disaster of 115 years ago.
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Petra is a famous city carved out of stone, hidden by towering sandstone mountains in Jordan. This lost 'red city' comprise far more than people generally imagine, Petra is covering a significantly vast area hidden in the mountains of Wadi Musa.
The name Petra, which means "rock" in Greek and Latin (derived from the word petrae), is actually a modern name for the place. This is because the city was carved from the friable sandstone cliffs of the area. The rocks take on a multitude of hues ranging from cream to orange, to red, and to dark brown. Layers of these rocks form whorls of colours which were incorporated into the Nabatean architecture.
If you want to see such a view you'll have to go to Marriott hotel above Petra. Even thought you still have to get up pretty early to capture the sunrise and early morning light, this was one of the easiest shoots I've done in long time. I have purposely stayed in this hotel so I could only walk outside on the hotel terrace to be able to capture such a view. I was lucky with the dramatic light this time, even thought the weather was equally same dramatic and very windy. If you are planning to visit Petra in February be ready for fog, rain, wind, even a snow (I've experienced all of it in one day).
Ancient city of Petra is hidden within those mountains.
Camera Model: Canon EOS 5D Mark II; Lens: 28-300mm; Focal length: 60.00 mm; Aperture: 8.0; Exposure time: 1/160 s; ISO: 160
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Lighting: 1'x5' stripbank with an egg crate grid on AB1600 (left behind the model), 22x90 cm stripbank on AB1600 (right), 22" beauty dish with a 30° grid on AB1600 (top right), SB900 with a gridded snoot (by the camera top right).
— All triggered by Radiopopper JrX system
Model: Lili Tee, MM#1395782
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A solitary birch tree resplendant in autumn colour, lit up in very strong sunshine against a dark sky background. Taken from the Pennine Way long distance footpath a short distance upstream from Low Force.
Copyright Jeanelle Caraway. Entry for FLARE Competition - www.flarecompetition.com.
Description: f - 20
SS - 1/80th of a second
Canon 5D
Lens - 24-105L
Processing - Grunge action to slightly desaturate colors, and bring out the texture of the barn.
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captured in the stillness of schiphol airport during the late afternoon, this image reveals a solitary figure in motion, their outline softened against the bright backdrop of sunlight filtering through the window blinds. the afternoon sun creates a burst of light, casting elongated, dramatic shadows on the floor, and giving the scene a cinematic quality. the photograph speaks to the transient moments of quiet and contemplation found in the hustle of travel, where time seems to slow, and even the busiest places can feel deserted.
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For a short time on this particular morning, the cloud cover went quite dark and sinister, but with the occasional brief break. One allowed a patch of sunlight to fall on this derelict barn which is situated alongside the Teesdale Way long distace footpath at Thorpe, near Whorlton.
Day 33 of 365 – INHALATION APPARATUS
After having taken part in spin class for the last couple of years; on the recommendation of my friend Keith, I decided to try the step class with him. Now I think I’m decent shape, and my stamina has always been pretty good; so I figured what the hell…..”LET’S DO THIS!”
We started off nice and slow. Up, Up, Down, Down, Up..Up…Down…..Down. Piece of cake! Then it started……..And we’re off! That’s right OFF. I was totally OFF! They went up, I was going down. They spun right, I spun left. They kicked, I was stepping. Oh my god, I was spinning in circles.
As the class wasn’t a complete failure, towards the end I actually started to catch on to some extent. Talk about an extreme workout. I was actually enjoying it; however stupid I may have appeared. About 8 mins before class was over (in the HIGH INTENSITY portion) I realized I was seeing little white stars. “Holy crap……this can’t be good. Ok think quick, think quick! You can walk out now; OR you can pass out in about 15 seconds!” So I swallowed my pride (as I was one of only two guys in the class) and walked to the hidden alcove and sat down on the cooooool tile. After 8 mins or so I had marginally recovered; just in time for class to end. I spent the remainder of the evening re-hydrating and recalculating, and soaking my calves……lol. (Not really, but I should have)
Lesson learned: Eat plenty of complex carbs the morning of step class; I’m going to need that extra energy! WHEW…..spin class has NOTHING on step!
Oh yea, I’m secure enough to take a step class with 25 woman in the fish bowl (the room with the mirrors on three sides and the plate looking glass on the fourth) and then write about almost passing out. That’s right…..That’s how I roll!
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Shutter Speed 1/120
Aperture 5.7
ISO 100
Lens – Tamron 28-300 MM
Focal Length 130mm
White Bal – Flash Sync
Setup time: 25 Min
VERY LITTLE ambient light (pre focused and the lights were out)
Flashpoint Monolight 1820 at 1\16 power with 40’’ softbox 4.5 ft from subject.
580exII at 1\16 power with snoot approx 4ft above subject
580exII at 1\16 power behind subject head approx 2 ft away for rim light
40’’ silver reflector at 45’’ degree angle at subject feet for fill light.
Evening – 9:25pm
Subject – Me
Dramatic light highlights Big Brum in Chamberlain Square.
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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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.
Model - Drew
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Super Heroine - Paradox of Power (B&W): Exploring the intersection of strength and vulnerability through light. Captured using a Godox V1 snoot for face detail, a secondary V1 with 30x120cm for general fill, and red gelled AD200 for depth.
Sometimes the smallest faces carry the biggest emotions.
In this quiet moment, tears tell a story words cannot. Vulnerability, innocence, and resilience meet in a single expression. There is no performance here. No posing. Just pure feeling, captured as it happened.
I am drawn to moments like this because they remind us that strength is not always loud. Sometimes it lives in softness. In honesty. In letting ourselves feel.
This portrait is part of my ongoing fine art work exploring childhood emotion, connection, and human vulnerability through natural light and intimate framing.
Thank you for taking a moment to pause here with me.
In the silence of an afternoon, he rests—not out of laziness, but reflection.
Every wrinkle on his face is a line in a story unwritten. A stare shaped by the noise he’s endured, the love he’s absorbed, and the time he’s held still in his chest.
He doesn’t ask for your attention. He doesn’t perform.
He just is—present, heavy, seen.
This is Ncop. And this is what quiet strength looks like.