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A long exposure shot, to try to remove the other tourists. Mostly but not fully successful. Lucky to be there for such a good sunset though.
Atlantic Ghost Crabs live on the beach and scamper back and forth between their holes in the sand and the ocean. Their eyes, like two tiny periscopes, give them the ability to remain hidden in their hole yet still see their surroundings. They are very skittish and usually hide long before you see them.
the lost city of dvigrad, istria, croatia.
once an important center of commerce, now left.
legends say, that the famous captain morgan hid his treasure in the ruins of dvigrad.
During a heavy downpour in Bandarawela, Sri Lanka, I noticed this wet ghost through the windscreen of our van!
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Royal Carribean "Serenade of The Seas" undocking Willemstad, Curacao
Memoirs of romantic vacation
Nikon D700 + Nikkor 24-70mm f/2.8
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A Lady in Red or Red Lady is a type of female ghost, similar to the White Lady, but according to legend is more specifically attributed to a jilted lover, prostitute killed in a fit of passion, or woman of vanity. Such a figure is thereby seen as a victim of objectification. In all cases, the Lady in Red is wearing a scarlet or blood red dress.
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IMAGE: The Suspended Specter | STYLE: Stylish Costume Design with Horror Film Elements | MOOD: Eerie, Haunting | COLOR: Dominant red tones with stark contrasts | BACKGROUND: Imaginative prison scene with suspended/hanging elements | SCENE: A figure resembling "The Red Ghost" artwork by Theodora Rey | DETAILS: Exaggerated anatomy, raw figuration, and stylish costume design | RENDER: Eerie and visually striking | LIGHTING: Low light with indoor moderate lighting, twilight atmosphere | COMPOSITION: Static and unsettling | CAMERA: Leica M10-R | SETTINGS: High-resolution, Aperture: Wide open, Shutter Speed: 1/60s, ISO: 800 | TAGS: The Red Ghost, horror film, imaginative prison scene, exaggerated anatomy, eerie, haunting --style raw --ar 2:3
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Most of the structures in the former town of Cuervo, New Mexico are in ruins. The stone Catholic Church is an exception. It was constructed in 1915. The rectangular stone above the front entrance has three names along with the builders name. The church has a new metal roof, a sturdy locked front door and it's stained glass windows have been covered with thick plastic. Luckily, while the ruined house next door is marred with ugly graffiti, the church has escaped that desecration. I used a Cheryl Tarrant texture in processing.
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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.
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!
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
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.