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In the evening on January 1 2023 I went to Islands Brygge at Copenhagen Harbour to see if I could grab a shot or two. It was really cold so I didn't stay as long as I would have liked and to be honest, the sky was a bit grey and dull. And really quiet - I think most people were nursing their new year hangovers at home, binging shows on their favourite streaming service. Heh.
However, I managed to get this shot, which I think is ok.
I do love photos of Scotland in it's natural state i.e. Dreich. Yesterday Strathaven looked like it was in the grip of some sort of Snow Hangover. I think we have had snow on the ground since Boxing Day barring 2 days.
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Joerg
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Its therapeutic to wander round woodland when conditions remain fairly constant and not quite the usual frantic photography of early or late light.
The quiet silence of birdsong and the crunch underfoot is pretty special. ©mattoliver
'Cause I'll walk dead or alive
I'll waste my time whenever I like
I'm feeling okay with my whiskey hangover
85 Meter hoher Freifallturm auf dem Freimarkt, Composit aus 16 Aufnahmen
85-meter-high freefall tower at the Freimarkt fair, composite of 16 shots
I'm arriving very late to the party today with something soft to appease my aching head.
Ben - the hangover fairies were very unkind to me this morning... LOL... shhhh lol.
HBW! : )
Pose- 4am
Backdrop- K&S - // SLC. Backdrop. materials. w. lights
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“Tally really didn't have the strength to explain that she'd really meant her hangover, which was sprawled in her head like an overweight cat, sullen and squishy and disinclined to budge.”
― Scott Westerfeld
Taken at the hangover party at Elysion
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Apocalypse
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🎯 Mother Road — Mishiland
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Après minuit, quelque part sur Mother Road
Ils sont sortis du bar comme on sort d’un rêve trop bruyant.
La porte s’est refermée derrière eux
et le désert a repris ses droits.
La Mother Road s’étire, vide,
un ruban d’asphalte fatigué sous les étoiles,
les néons clignotent encore au loin
comme un souvenir mal rangé.
Ils restent là.
Seuls.
Trop sobres pour rire franchement,
trop imbibés pour se dire au revoir.
Le vent soulève un peu de sable,
ou peut-être juste l’excuse de ne pas bouger.
Ils parlent de tout et de rien,
surtout de rien.
Ils évitent encore de comprendre pourquoi
leurs corps semblent déjà d’accord
sur quelque chose que leurs têtes refusent.
Il y a cette proximité étrange,
pas encore électrique,
juste… insistante.
Comme une chanson qu’on croit connaître
sans se souvenir où on l’a entendue.
Ils accusent l’alcool.
Ils accusent la fatigue.
Ils accusent la nuit trop douce pour être honnête.
Quelqu’un propose de marcher un peu.
Personne ne dit non.
La Mother Road avale leurs pas,
et quelque part entre deux silences,
le coup de foudre s’installe
sans prévenir,
sans éclair,
en attendant son heure.
After Midnight, Somewhere on Mother Road
They step out of the bar the way you step out of a dream that’s gone on too long.
The door closes behind them,
and the desert takes over again.
Mother Road stretches out, empty—
a tired ribbon of asphalt under the stars.
Neon still flickers in the distance,
like a memory that refuses to stay put.
They linger.
Alone.
Too sober to laugh properly,
too drunk to say goodbye.
Bottles hang loosely from their hands,
quiet evidence they’re not ready to examine.
Clothes slightly out of place,
telling a story neither of them is in a hurry to read.
The wind lifts a little sand,
or maybe it’s just an excuse not to move.
They talk about everything,
mostly about nothing.
They carefully avoid the one obvious question:
why their bodies seem to agree
on something their minds keep pretending not to know.
There’s that strange closeness—
not electric yet,
just persistent.
Like a song you’re sure you know
but can’t remember where you first heard it.
They blame the alcohol.
They blame the night.
They blame the road,
too quiet to be innocent.
Someone suggests walking for a bit.
No one says no.
Mother Road swallows their footsteps,
and somewhere between two silences,
the fallout of a sudden, drunken miracle
settles in—
no lightning,
no confession,
just waiting patiently
to be understood.
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Mes meilleurs vœux 2026 à vous tous... L'alcool oui... mais avec modération 😉😜😘