ephemeral

"...passed unseen, in a sigh, in a flash – together with the youth, with the strength, with the romance of illusions”  ― joseph conrad
“…passed unseen, in a sigh, in a flash – together with the youth, with the strength, with the romance of illusions”
― joseph conrad

face

book

your

book

don’t look

now

it’s

gone

(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – ephemeral)

ephemeral on belgradestreets

ephemeral on andytownend

ephemeral on belgianstreets

(more) ephemeral on belgianstreets

fresh

 “toto, I have a feeling we're not in kansas anymore.”  ― l. frank baum

“toto, I have a feeling we’re not in kansas anymore.”
― l. frank baum

fresh tracks

real life

eschewing, what’s not, to be

seen, as

heaven, on earth?

(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – fresh)

wall

"to fight the wall, we must join our souls together for warmth, strength we must not let the system control us”  ― haruki murakami
“to fight the wall, we must join our souls together for warmth, strength
we must not let the system control us”
― haruki murakami

fifteen minutes, is

a lifetime

or

a just, a few

minutes?

(for wordpress weekly photo challenge – wall)

poetry 101 rehab: second

second take
second take

do you remember how it felt in november
never a thought given to being a member
of that, most exclusive, club
can you remember, oh that is the rub
eventually, when you think it may
soon be time, to

pay


(for  mara’s poetry rehab – second and lucile’s photo rehab)

*shot with nikon d700 with nikkor  50mm f/1.4 lens, edited using adobe bridge, photoshop cc and analog efex pro2 with wet plate and double exposure filters applied, not  a second to lose*

fit

blended fitness

weaving, back and

forth

his memories clashed

coalesced

the smell of those sneakers

melded and

left him

remembering, how once he knew

where he

fit


(my fifth of five posts in response to a very kind nomination for the “five photos / five stories black and white challenge” from desleyjane and for the “black and white challenge” from albert

(and inspired by a dreadful awakening and by a walk on the edge of town)

(oh, and as my fifth and final nomination, I’d like to invite jane lurie, if she feels so inclined, to share with you her perspective on “how photography helps people to see” through five black and white images and stories…)

*shot also for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab, and justine’s electic corner #7, with nikon d700, 50mm f/1.4 nikkor lens and edited in aperture 3, photoshop cc, and silver efex pro 2, a layered blend of belgrade and brüssel* 

weaving

"eEvery man's work, pursued steadily, tends in this way to become an end in itself, and so to bridge over the loveless chasms of his life”  ― george eliot
“every man’s work, pursued steadily, tends in this way to become an end in itself, and so to bridge over the loveless chasms of his life”
― george eliot

why’re we

here, he

thought

trapped, in a web of

our own

making, or

had he fallen, and

changed into,

what?


 

(my fourth of five posts in response to a very kind nomination for the “five photos / five stories black and white challenge” from desleyjane and for the “black and white challenge” from albert

(and inspired by a dreadful awakening and by a walk on the edge of town)

(oh, and as my fourth nomination, I’d like to invite alexandra, if she feels so inclined, to share with you her perspective on the streets of sofia and other places through five black and white images and stories…)

*shot also for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab, with nikon d700, 50mm f/1.4 nikkor lens and edited in aperture 3, photoshop cc, silver efex pro 2 and analog efex pro 2 double exposure filter applied, what a tangled web we weave*

why’re

why're we here?
why’re we here?

Sitting up, his eyes

excoriated by

the searing light,

he remembered

more.

A shout, just before he tripped, the barking, of

his dog.

And now,

now,

he was trapped, tied,

as tightly, as if by

wire.


 

(my third of five posts in response to a very kind nomination for the “five photos / five stories black and white challenge” from desleyjane and for the “black and white challenge” from albert

(and inspired by a dreadful awakening and by a walk on the edge of town)

(oh, and as my third nomination, I’d like to invite john, if he feels so inclined, to share with you his perspective on scotland and india through five black and white images and stories…)

*shot also for lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab, with nikon d700, 16-35mm f/4 nikkor lens and edited in aperture 3, analog efex pro 2 wet plate filter, perspective barbed*

sitting

sometimes they can't sit up
sometimes they can’t

He was,

locked in.

The memory of the sneakers fading, as the footsteps passed over head.  Haunted by the thought of, the chair.  Nestling in the lap of, his master, or was the lap…

…his


 

(my second of five posts in response to a very kind nomination for the “five photos / five stories black and white challenge” from desleyjane and for the “black and white challenge” from albert

(and inspired by a dreadful awakening and by a walk with the dead in brüssel)

(oh, and as my second nomination, I’d like to invite miz roket to share her unique blend of serbian/norwegian culture with you through five black and white images and stories…)

*shot with nikon d700, edited in aperture 3, analog efex pro 2 wet plate filter and converted to mono with silver ex pro 2, walking sitting with the dead*

(after) tea time (party)

"his mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum" - kingsley amis, lucky jim
“his mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum” – kingsley amis, lucky jim

when, all is

said,

and done,

there is always, someone worse

off.

(for justine’s tea party #7 and lucile’s the clinic – photo rehab)

*shot with nikon d700, 16-35mm f/4 lens, edited in aperture 3 and analog efex pro 2 with wet plate filter, and hand over nose*