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During a heavy downpour in Bandarawela, Sri Lanka, I noticed this wet ghost through the windscreen of our van!
La vie est un sommeil et la mort est le temps du réveil, et l’homme marche entre l’un et l’autre comme un fantôme. (proverbe oriental). Life is sleep, and death is the time of awakening, and man walks between the two like a ghost. (eastern proverb)
Thursday evening turned out to develop quite ok light so I jumped into the car and arrived this location just before the sun disappeared. After the sun was gone a lovely combination of salmon and blue color simply begged for long exposure...
The old Roman road of Stane Street to Halnaker windmill Built by the Romans in the first decade of their occupation 43-53 AD, the 57 mile Roman road from Chichester to London, I did like the walkers in the darker area off in the distance, I used my tripod here on it`s lowest legs which would have my camera about a foot off the ground to take in all those lovely coloured leaves.
Kate Ryan - Désenchantée Remix. . . Its an awesome version^^
Kate Ryan- Desénchantée or Mylène Farmer - Désenchantée
Nager dans les eaux troubles
Des lendemains
Attendre ici la fin
Flotter dans l'air trop lourd
Du presque rien
A qui tendre la main
Si je dois tomber de haut
Que ma chute soit lente
Je n'ai trouvé de repos
Que dans l'indifférence
Pourtant, je voudrais retrouver l'innocence
Mais rien n'a de sens, et rien ne va
Tout est chaos
A côté
Tous mes idéaux, des mots
Abimés
Je cherche une âme, qui
Pourra m'aider
Je suis d'une
Génération désenchantée,
Désenchantée...
English^^
To swim in troubled waters
for days,
To wait here for the end.
To float in air, too heavy
from almost nothing.
To whom to reach out a hand?
If I must fall from high,
May my fall be gentle.
I found rest only in indifference.
Still, I would like to find innocence again,
But nothing makes sense and nothing goes right.
All is Chaos,
On all sides,
All my ideals; the words overwhelmed,
I look for a soul who is able to help me.
I am of a disenchanted generation.
Disenchanted ...
Taken at "Dead man´s Chest" pure SL
A ghost tree has a front row seat for viewing the Boat Mesa neighborhood near Fairyland Pt. at Bryce Canyon National Park, May, 2025. This is such a cool part of the park.
"The Ghosts of my life,
Blow wilder, than before...."
Japan, 1982 (in case you were wondering...)
I have looked out on this particular view on what must be hundreds of morning dog walks, and photographed it many, many times, and yet each time it looks both different and yet the same...
I originally thought "Ghosts" when I saw how the mist transforms the landscape into more and more indistinct, "ghostly" outlines as distance increases - an effect well known to photographers and painters, "aerial perspective".
This triggered more "cranial wanderings" about all the times I have stood in this exact same spot looking at this exact same view, and yet how different each day looks. AND how different the experience - different weather, different light, different dogs, different people - the same, but not the same.
When I look at this view, I don't only see what there is to simply see, but also all the recalled experiences from the past too - the photograph itself is just a collection of pixels, it is the mind and imagination that assigns the meaning, based not just on aesthetic values, but also on personal experience - I tend to photograph not just what I love to look at in a photograph, but what I actually love, as I suspect is the case with most people.
Thus, I see not only what I photographed, but the "ghosts" of my own experiences, all of which is part of the idea of "capturing a beautiful moment forever".
Not only my own photographs of course are like this - I know when I look at another photographers "pixels" I am able to assign not just values of an aesthetic nature to the image, but also draw upon my own experience and imagination to truly experience and "identify" with some part of the experience expressed by the photographer.
And thus we not only express aesthetic values in our images, but also our common experiences and values - a shared love of what we see, feel and experience.
Shoveling sand to build a burrow and an adjacent sandcastle, this horn-eyed ghost crab scoops and carries with the large left claw then flings the sand with the smaller right claw. Interestingly, individuals are right or left clawed (laterality). Males heap the excavated sand high in the intertidal zone of a broad sandy beach, thought to be a territorial signal to other crabs or to attract a potential mate. Running along the beach at up to 10 mph, they must be the fastest crustacean. Ghost crabs range across the Indo-Pacific and Polynesia. This one’s horns on top of its eye stalks seem a bit diminutive.
The private Gold King Mine and Ghost Town on the outskirts of Jerome, Arizona can be visited for a $12.00 fee. The remains of around trucks, cars and motorcycles, a stamp mill, historic buildings and mining detritus have been moved to the site. For an additional fee, children can pan for gold in a tub of murky water. There is also a petting zoo of goats, rabbits, donkeys, chickens, and other fowl, none of which seemed eager to be petted. This truck is one of the large collection of vehicles assembled to create the tourist experience.
Happy Truck Thursday!
I photographed this ghosts installation at some house in our neighborhood, then I got the idea to "move" it to the creepy woods to make it a Halloween scene :))
Crappy morning,nothing flying,everything seemed to be too far away,watching this Blue Heron in hopes he would grab a fish and I would at least get something for my troubles,see this white and grey bird in the distance,write it off as just another seagull,i look up at it a few times but brain says gull so I resume watching the heron,bird gets about twenty yards from me and it finally dawns on me that it is a Grey ghost,up goes the camera,and I get a burst of pics as he goes past me about twenty feet away,i could hear the air goin over the wings,amazing site for me.They always seem to stay way far away from me..lol..
Ghosts
David Sylvian
When the room is quiet
The daylight almost gone
It seems there's something I should know
Well, I ought to leave
But the rain it never stops
And I've no particular place to go
Just when I think I'm winning
When I've broken every door
The ghosts of my life
Blow wilder than before
Just when I thought I could not be stopped
When my chance came to be king
The ghosts of my life
Blew wilder than the wind
Well, I'm feeling nervous
Now I find myself alone
The simple life's no longer there
Once I was so sure
Now the doubt inside my mind
Comes and goes, but leads nowhere
After an easy warmup day of shooting from the shorelines, we were in for a workout on the second day. Waking up dark and early we were armed with kayaks for on-the-water shooting. Unexpectedly, we encountered a workshop also launching into the same waterway. That was when David became our drill sergeant and had us paddling at warp speed towards the cypress groves. I was still half asleep but tried my best to keep up not knowing where we were going as all I could see was darkness beyond 10 feet.
Once we arrived at ‘the spot’ I again felt lost at what I was looking for. Unable to see much Aaron and I decided to just wait it out a bit for some light to reveal our surroundings. We were treated to a pretty decent sunrise but kept to the task of finding tree arrangements that both gave depth and separation from each other. It took me a bit to get going but soon I started getting the hang of it. This photo was taken during the twilight hours when everything had a ting of coolness to it. Coming to this area at the tail end of fall colors had its perks. Referred to as “ghost trees” cypress trees were mostly bare, showing off their whitish bark and empty branches prominently with occasional splashes of remaining red leaves here and there.
Last but not least, another big thanks to my buddy David who showed us around these swamps and made the trip an absolute blast.
This photo shows some of the buildings of Calico Ghost Town. It is a former silver mining town in California.
Calico was founded in 1881 during California's silver rush and became a bustling mining town.
The town was abandoned in the mid-1890s when the price of silver dropped.
Today, it operates as a county park featuring shops, a mine tour, and a railroad ride.
It is located at a town called Yermo, California, and is a popular stop for travelers on historic Route 66.
E X P L O R E #39 del 17 Settembre 2010
Meeting Cantierimmagine - "La città fantasma"
One Step Away (Elisa) View On Black
The Australian Joint Stock Bank was a bank in Australia. It operated from 1852 to 1910, after which it became the Australian Bank of Commerce and then was taken over by the Bank of New South Wales (now Westpac) in 1931. I found this sign on a building in Molesworth Street, Lismore, New South Wales.