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he sits alone, hand shading eyes against light that isn't there. the bench holds him. the sea stretches beyond. what he searches for on that horizon remains between him and the water. portixol, palma, 2026.
You live in your underwater world while I walk up top just yards away, and most of the time I’m never even aware of you. But this afternoon when the tide was low and the sun came out, I saw you. A beam of sunlight caught your tentacles and lit you up so beautifully, like a little green sun with a fiery ring of flames around you.
In your mysterious world on the seafloor, there are ancient forests, rivers and meadows with colorful flowers … they’re all just a little different from the ones I know. And that’s what I love about you! You’re so different and exciting. It’s almost like you’re a messenger from a parallel universe.
I grew up bilingual, so I’ve always known there is more than one way to do things and more than one way to think. Being in the tidal zone, you’re sort of bi-existential, too. Sometimes you’re left high and dry out of water and then you hide your tentacles and look like an old wet sock. But you can survive and you just wait. The tide will return and when it does, you transform back into that alluring and predatory flower of the seafloor!
Be intoxicatingly different!
Claudia
I've shown you the black and white version of the famous Cascade Brewery in Hobart (see below). But how might it look in a Wes Anderson movie?
When I took the shot I made sure that the line of the mountain led up to the summit of the building. This can only work when the light on the main subject (the Cascade facade) is sufficient to distinguish it from the background. Front lighting is essential for the Wes Anderson look. So that came with composing the photograph.
Next came the processing, and here it was essential the change the basic palette from darker colours to more pastel ones. Anyone who knows this scene - and it is one of the most photographed buildings in Tasmania - understands how lightening the greens in the hedge is crucial in getting the look. Most important however, is the crop, so that the building is right in the centre of the frame and any extraneous features (for example the cars in the car park) are removed.
Wes Anderson has been for many years now one of the most innovative and stylish film directors in the world. His most recent movie Asteroid City is a complex existential drama that resonates well with the darker themes in the movie Oppenheimer (which came out at the same time).
A Wes Anderson movie has a particular stylist look that is known instantly to his fans. Each of us have our favourite Wes Anderson movies. For me, The Grand Budapest Hotel, Moonrise Kingdom, and the earlier take on Jacques Cousteau, The Life Aquatic are right up there. But each Wes Anderson movie has its own particular charm and sting in the tail (try The Royal Tenenbaums for sting!).
For those unfamiliar with Wes Anderson, this short video on his editing style might be a good place to start: Wes Anderson Symmetry & Editing Techniques — 3 Ways Anderson Balances his Edits
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-XoLPmZZl4
As still photographers we can learn a great deal from the film makers.
Such A Call Is Divine Mystical Call.
by Dr. Antony Theodore ,Sunday, December 3, 2017
Reading the teachings
of the Fathers,
holy scriptures
of the world religions,
the Rheinish mystics,
the English mystics,
the Spanish mystics,
the Hindu mystics,
the Sufi mystics,
and the study of
existential philosophy
and modern psychology
will result in an inner experience
which will affect the whole life
and all those who come into
contact with you.
Such a call is divine mystical call.
The one who listens to it
and works hard will become
a mystic whose works
will be a joy for all
those who seek God.
Adrenaline runnin' through my veins
I'm a skeleton when you say my name
And the high, no, it never goes away
Like jumpin' out an airplane to swimmin' with the sharks
That existential feelin' when you're starin' at the stars
There's a hurricane in my head, but the lightnin' in my heart
Makes it worth it
Yeah, I still get nervous
When you walk through the door and you look in my eyes
Yeah, it feels, yeah, it feels like the very first time
I can fall for you forever, I'm certain
'Cause I still get nervous
When your lips hit my lips and the fireworks fly
Sendin' sparks through the air, like the Fourth of July
I can fall for you forever, I'm certain
'Cause I still get nervous
Every time, every time we touch
It's like paradise, fell down from above
And the high, even too much ain't enough, nah, no
Like flyin' in the fast lane, no headlights in the dark
That existential feelin' when you wonder what you are
Got a wild wind in my head, but the butterflies in my heart
Make it worth it
Yeah, I still get nervous
I always think a lot more about death when I'm sick and mainly I think about how tombstones are a real untapped potential in eternal humor that keeps on giving. At the Basilica di San Miniato a Monte, I didn't see any funny tombstones. There were none that read, "But, I haven't finished the last chapter of Baron in the Trees, yet!" or "Hey death, can you please just wait until I get to the end of the My Brilliant Friend series?!" These are, in my humble opinion, great tombstones. You've got a book recommendation and something funny at the same time. You know those cemetery visitors would run home and read Italo Calvino and Elena Ferrante before the Grim Reaper could chase them down, anyway!
How about a horror film whee the authors of a small macabre town realize that the only way they can pacify a melancholic group of existential zombies is to feed them books?
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“One does not become fully human painlessly.”
-- Rollo May
American existential psychologist (1909 – 1994)
beneath a sky stitched with fading light, a lone figure stands at the world’s edge, cradled by silence. between sea and sky, where all journeys end and begin, he carries the quiet weight of becoming.
he walks with the weight of years in his posture, swallowed by a city that looks away. light finds him, but it offers no warmth â only the outline of existence. in this frame, time folds inward and forgets to move.
Blue Heron Musings at Sunset...
I was walking around a local natural area at sunset, when I spotted this Great Blue Heron perched at the top of a dead cottonwood tree. It just seemed deep in thought, pondering about life as it watched the end of the day with a glowing orange sky as backdrop.
Do you ever wonder if birds spend time thinking about life -or if they are capable of having any type of existential thoughts?
Here is a link to an article about bird brains with some cool facts that you will probably enjoy:
www.scientificamerican.com/article/bird-brains-are-far-mo...
“Every sunset is also a sunrise; it all depends on where you stand.”
– Karl Schmidt
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the tree has no opinion about time. it grows in both directions through both moments - roots down into what we call future, branches up into what we call past, or perhaps the reverse. we are the ones who need sequence, who need to know which way time flows. but the water holds no such certainty. it reflects without interpretation, showing that warm and cool, ending and beginning, memory and anticipation exist in the same instant. perhaps this is what stillness teaches: that time is not a line we travel but a point we occupy, that every moment contains all moments, that the only direction is now. the tree already knows this. it has always known.
This is an image from my project Aftermath.
Aftermath is a photography series I created during the pandemic, using a range of experimental techniques to explore the human condition in times of crisis. By employing methods such as film soup, developing color film with black-and-white chemistry, and innovative and alternative darkroom printing, I aimed to reflect the uncertainties and disruptions of the era. The work delves into themes of resilience, vulnerability, and the broader existential challenges posed by capitalism, offering a layered social commentary on our shared experiences during turbulent times.
To Prologue of the Story "The Doors"
♫♫Klangkarussell - Home (Lyrics)♫♫
In the stillness of the moment, amidst the chaos of life, we often forget how to slow down and breathe the infinite here and now…to uncover the essence of what it means to be truly home.
Wandering in this universe through time and space once realizes that home, sweet home is not merely the four walls that shelter us or the bed that cradles our weary bodies, it is not the confining space of routines and societal expectations.
Instead, it is not something we can touch with our fingers at all but it's a sanctuary where our hearts find solace, where time stops and we can contemplate our true selves and delve deep into the nature of our existence.
I often encounter humans who clutter their lives with trinkets and possessions deemed valuable yet are ultimately useless, and labeling them as treasures of home, yet they remain tethered to a superficial sense of comfort that mistakes for a semblance of home.
Imagine sleeping on the floor, feeling the coolness of wood beneath you, gazing at the stars above, twinkling like forgotten dreams, and witnessing the vibrant colors of a rainbow that stretches across the horizon breaking through the storm.
In those moments, just outside of that swift current, beyond the hustle of life, forgetting about the rules and duties we stop, feel, and breathe ….. and a train from Romashkovo can symbolize our journeys — both physical and existential—reminding us that if we don’t take a moment to appreciate the dawn, we may very well be late for everything that truly matters.
All too easily, we can become blind to the moments that offer clarity, the ones that urge us to inhale deeply, to cherish the now. Life unfolds in layers; in the interplay of tension and release, in the dance between longing and fulfillment.
So let us choose to savor these moments, to simply breathe and rejoice in the beauty of what we hold dear, in the here and now.
(to be continued...)
Devoted to my Ronnie, a talented and amazing musician who touched my heart deeply with Love ღ
A blue world can always use a splash of red.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio 2.0 and Lightroom Classic.
“I sometimes look into the face of my dog Stan and see a wistful sadness and existential angst, when all he is actually doing is slowly scanning the ceiling for flies.”
― Merrill Markoe
Thoughtful Duncan...
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In the High Arctic, where isolation is measured not just in miles but in megahertz, aging satellite ground stations like this one—once lifelines to southern Canada via the ANIK satellite cluster—now represent a fragile tether to the outside world.
As infrastructure decays and signal reliability falters, communities face growing risks: delayed medical evacuations, disrupted weather data, and fractured emergency coordination. The problem is further exacerbated by a growing population and a greater reliance on high speed communication with the South.
The vulnerability isn’t just technical—it’s existential. In a region where climate, sovereignty, and survival intersect, the erosion of communications capacity threatens both resilience and autonomy. This station, nestled in snow and silence, is more than a relic—it’s a warning.
the light carves a sharp question mark on the old asphalt. he steps into it, a figure caught between the vast, consuming dark and an uncertain path ahead. his gesture is an unspoken plea, a silent weighing of invisible burdens. where the shadows end, and the journey begins anew, he stands. a solitary soul at a crossroads of time and choice, the city's indifferent hum his only witness. it is a moment of profound, quiet decision.
© Dan McCabe
We might ask existential questions all day. Such as, why does this ice have this texture? Or, why have i never seen ice like this before?
But this photo is not about existentialism (well, maybe it is a little). It is simply about where two blocks of ice meet above a pool of water, reflecting both of them.
The surface texture of this ice shows the typical scalloped textures that I saw over and over again while in Iceland. It must be fairly common, but I've never seen it before and find it so attractive.
This composition was realized on the Diamond Beach.
What makes a lighthouse truly beautiful isn’t the smooth, pristine exterior - it’s that it endures. It watches. It's there night after night regardless of whether anyone sees it or thanks it. That kind of devotion isn’t flashy, but it’s deeply moving.
In our lives, we often measure worth by appearance - how polished we seem, how well we keep up the illusion of composure. But like a lighthouse, our real beauty lies in our vigilance. In how we keep going, keep showing love, keep protecting what matters - even when we feel weathered or unseen. The cracks in the surface don’t lessen the value. They bear witness to the storms we've already survived.
So, whether your tower feels a little worn or your light flickers now and then—it doesn’t mean you’ve failed. It means you're alive. You’re watching. You’re keeping the path lit for someone else, maybe even for yourself. And that is luminous.
Something as small as a morning sunrise is enough to make a day. My life is the sum of its small occurrences me thinks--some are more influential than others.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio 2.0 and Lightroom Classic.
It is an undeniably cool thing to have photographed trains all over the country already this year. From the eastern Appalachians, to the CA mountains, I am fortunate and grateful to capture some amazing scenes. Sunset seat is located just north of San Diego, and on our last night in CA, Kasey wanted to check off jumping in the Pacific ocean from her bucket list. Once she did, we made our way up to this spectacular vista. The low clouds provided an amazing backdrop as a southbound Surfliner cruised by in a beautiful golden hour scene. These are the nights that make us all existentially happy as photographers, bearing witness to these amazing scenes, so we can tell the story.
for Susy, Xia and Doni.
There is nothing more
healing or necessary
than genuine acceptance.
Thank you. :)
ring the bells.
that still ring
forget
your perfect offering.
there is a crack in
everything,.
This is how the light.
gets in....
Seen on Valencia
Street
"Jyoti C. Singh Deo is a Bangalore-based multi-disciplinary artist. Her solo show titled "Existential Dichotomy" is a mirror to the stark realities of life. "
he didn’t look back. maybe there was nothing to see. maybe everything was waiting ahead, swallowed by the white. the hallway echoed his steps like a half-forgotten memory – long, metallic, empty. but the shadow on the wall whispered something else: that even when we walk away, a part of us stays behind, watching.
“The darker the world gets, ... the more art we should create, the more music we should make. It is literally a tool of mental emotional survival. For me, at least, I can say it becomes more and more existential.”
~Igor Levitt, Classical pianist, Professor, Hanover University of Music, Drama and Media (German: Hochschule für Musik, Theater und Medien Hannover, abbreviated to HMTMH)
In the magical realm of advertising, everyone wakes up looking flawless, families never argue, and a single cup of herbal tea can solve all of life’s existential crises.
Meanwhile, back in reality, the rest of us are just trying to remember where we left our keys and why the washing machine is making that ominous rattling noise.
OK, tell me again how buying that "one" moisturiser will transform my entire existence, and that lottery ticket is bound to win.
life in the real world - Wellington, Somerset, UK.
The Drakensberg Mountains are the largest and most impressive Mountain Range in Southern Africa. They constitute a 'natural' border between South Africa and Lesotho, and majestically straddle both countries. They are renowned for their multiple microclimates and for their spectacular summer thunderstorms. The Lesotho highlands which they surround are critical to the provision of water to Gauteng and the Highveld- including Johannesburg, the economic epicentre of sub-Saharan Africa. Theoretically, the greater Johannesburg-Gauteng industrial and postindustrial megalopolis should not exist - but the combination of ingenious hydraulic engineering and water affairs planning on the one hand, and natural bounty from Lesotho on the other renders this vast, dry, megalopolis (sometimes a little precariously!) viable. Good summer rainfall is existentially imperative.
The Kurukshetra is the great, apocalyptic field of battle in India's massive epic poem ( the longest in world literature ), "The Mahabharata". Two clans of a family, in dispute over the succession to the throne and the rulership of the land, square off in one of most violent and bloody battles ever rendered in verse. The tragedy of it is that it was family members destroying each other in the most unthinkable ways over this dispute. Few survived and to this day, the site of the Kurukshetra, which is known, is still remembered for not only for the war but also as the site of "The Bhagavad Gita", a story set within the events of "The Mahabharata".
The "Gita" begins as the Pandavas gather across from the Kauravas on the plain of battle, the brave Pandava warrior, Prince Arjuna, is paralysed the existential dread. How can he and the Pandava go to war and slaughter their relatives? His chariot driver is none other than the god Krishna in human form. As Arjuna loses his resolve over his deeper questions, Krishna begins a dialogue with him that is one of the great existential/spiritual teachings of the ages.
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The sail slips past the waves like a whispered promise,
and the gulls cry secrets the sea has long forgotten.
Behind the glass, a cactus leans toward light,
brave in its stillness.
The flowers nod - purple sentinels of fleeting beauty.
Somewhere between the lighthouse and the living room rug,
a soul watches quietly,
not searching, not hiding,
just existing in that rare, golden pause
before what comes next.
-MD
Tomorrow I'm going to feast on seafood with gym friends. It was an absolute coincidence this project was due to be finished today. Actually, I should have had this ready for Summerfest earlier last month but I had to go through my annual existential crisis. My fitness coach is returning to his province in Lucban, which apparently is six hours south and then east of Manila? I've never even heard of the place until a few days ago. Me and a handful of his weight-lifting loyals insisted on spoiling the man before we probably never see him again and when asked what he wanted to eat, he said seafood. So tomorrow, we FEAST on SEAFOOD. You'd think in the Philippines seafood, in general, would be a super common everyday commodity but besides from the market tilapia, it's as rare a delicacy as it is in New York City. At least in the middle of Luzon, it is, which is a ways away from the ocean. Google Map may say the ocean is an hour away by car but in the Philippines, that's an hour plus ten with traffic.
This was a fun project. Whenever or wherever you get a chance to feast on seafood again in first life, I hope you enjoy this virtual seafood feast until then! As always, you don't have to buy it to try it at the event. Eat as much as you virtually want at equal10 starting July 10th at midnight! I mean, will the scripts lag and cause delays in your munching? Maybe. But the virtual satisfaction is worth it. Seafood for your Soul, youknowwhatimsayin'?
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I have quite a few bottles that I want to put lights into, but I am struggling to know what colour lights to put in them. I have a couple of blue bottles that I feel would work well with crisp white, and I have a tree-shaped bottle especially for Christmas for which I need to find lights. I am currently thinking 40 green micro LEDs with 20 crisp white micro LEDs because I think our tree has crisp white LEDs - the only problem is that I cannot quite remember what colour lights our tree has. I know that the lights around the house are warm white and that the tree's colour theme is ice blue and silver, but I cannot remember whether the lights on the tree are white or blue. I think I am going to have to take a gamble and say that they are white.
This all sounds very trivial, but in my mind, it is what is bothering me most today. I have days where I can spend hours grappling with big, existential and metaphysical questions, and then days where all I can think about is the colour of a couple of fairy lights.
This photo was taken by Sophie, during her recent visit to this wonderfully sprawling philosophy bookshop in Rome, Italy.
Sophie tells me that "the bookshop's resident cat was very helpful and recommends Kierkegaard for existential crises".