Light is the playground on which the shadows write their stories. (2024).
Iphone camera, digital processing, polaroid i-Type film emulsion lift on watercolor paper.
Within the dusk, in the invisible of darkness, our primitive fears and core emptiness are revealed. Within the dusk, within the swish of the night, the endless surrounding and the pure fullness of being are enhanced. (2024).
iPhone camera, digital processing, Polaroid i-Type film emulsion lift on watercolor paper.
The glowing blue jellyfish gracefully suspended in the dimly illuminated Basilica Cistern of Istanbul contribute to the enchanting atmosphere, their translucent forms casting a soft, azure glow amidst the ancient subterranean space
fabula murina (mouse story) CL
Silvius mel e flore lonicerae libat (Silvius sips nectar from a honeysuckle flower). apes prope flores suaveolentes bombitant (bees buzz near the sweet-smelling flowers). mus et apes flores partiunt (mouse and bees share the flowers). #fabulamurina
@Minimus I love your little Latin posts, but today I looked at your hashtags. Mastodon is all about communication. I'd suggest adding the hashtags #language and #photo to your posts. Both are relevant. Your photos are a style of photography called product photography or more loosely still life and I'd suggest the hashtag #stilllife also (three Ls). If you're feeling bold, you can add #photography. Last, since you are writing little stories, I highly suggest adding #writingCommunity#writersOfMastodon and #fiction. Spero hoc utile est!
A view of the Mont Blanc massif from the Jura massif in Switzerland. The white peak on the far left is Dent du Geant, which you may remember from my previous posts. It's about 90 km in a straight line from where the photo was taken.
Nestled amidst the dramatic landscape of Meteora, a monastery rises majestically atop sheer cliffs, a marvel of architectural ingenuity seamlessly integrated with the rugged terrain, showcasing the mastery of adapting structures to nature's formidable challenges.
No idea what sort of birds these are — sorry about the dogs. We heard this cacophony while out walking this evening. I thought they might be Eastern Screech Owls, but now not so sure.