Some astounding images of a dead Russian sea plane. (Spotted on a @eleventhvolume tweet).
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Entries tagged as photography
Belly of the Whale. Image by Robin Friend
Greenhouse. Image by Robin Friend
West Country. Image by Robin Friend
"The landscape is in danger of losing its capacity to keep secrets from us."
We've not had much in the way of photography on here recently, but I came across Robin Friend today (courtesy of youyouidiot) and wanted to share. His photographs have got a damp melancholy to them, and feel both secretive and oddly voyeuristic, as if Friend were trying to restore some of the secret nature he sees as being leached away from our relationship to landscape. You can more of his work at robinfriend.co.uk and youyou has an article on Friend in this month's Hotshoe magazine.
Fishermen row a boat in the algae-filled Chaohu Lake in Hefei, Anhui province, China. Image from REUTERS/Jianan Yu
Chinese military singers take part in a chorus performance of patriotic songs. Image from AP Photo
A Hindu woman devotee offers prayers after taking a holy dip in the waters of river Ganga in the northern Indian city of Allahabad. REUTERS/Jitendra Prakash
Dazzling, humbling 3 part suite of photos from 2009 over the Big Picture blog. There isn't much to say except go and take a look.
A couple of dazzling galleries of images from the lens of Francis Wolff - from the peerless If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger blog. Woolf was an executive at Blue Note, a company set up by his childhood friend and co-German emigre Alfred Lion, and Woolff used his access to the rehearsal sessions to full effect. Awesome. Genuinely.
The harbour bridge, obscure
As a city that is so concerned with itself as a spectacle, the current dustcloak that is choking Sydney must be doubly disorienting. There have been some amazing shots of the dust storms - the above is probably my favourite (taken, I assume from the Rocks end of the bridge) - but there are some other jaw-dropping efforts contained in these two Flickr galleries.
Edit: A fantastic piece on this from Dan Hill of City of Sound. (Cheers to John Coulthart for the tip on this).
Eclipse - 6m 42s
Nebula NGC 6559
I routinely rediscover the NASA APOD every six months or so and promise myself I'm going to check it every day, follow the links, make myself humble. But I invariably creep away. Current events though have made me think of our place among the infinities and coming across it again today is no great surprise.
There's also a suitably epic track to download - Belong's mighty 'The Door Opens the Other Way'. Turn it up: it will fill the room.
Download: Belong - The Door Opens the Other Way
Tyneham - closed
Twice I have gone looking for Tyneham, the fabled lost village in the Purbeck Hills of Dorset. The first time we read the maps all wrong and ended up at another 'attraction' - a blue phone box in the middle of nowhere. The second time, a blazing February afternoon, we drove up, up into the chalk ridges, armed with pack-satchels and binoculars. Dorset has a peculiar cut-off feel to it as it is, Purbeck even more so - I feel time fall away when driving or walking there, other older timescales slipping across each other: the deep time of geological shifts, cut into the land in the toothed ridges, the impossible slant of the hills and chasms; the gentle yet ungraspable imprint of near history in the low-lying farms and the destructive clatter of the MOD presence - land claimers and land-shapers in their own way.
On this day the sense of being cut off was heightened by the presence of a heat-haze running deep into the valleys and hovering dense and white above the distant sea. Each ridge seemed a separate floating island of chalk and loam. We'd got directions off a toothy pub landlord and we're by now high on a ridge, scanning the MOD fences for a sign - anything to indicate where Tyneham might be located, crouching. Then, near the top of the next rise, we saw the sign telling us that the range, and the village were 'closed' - access denied. The ghosts of Tyneham were at peace this day and if we trespassed we were liable to get shot or blown up. Mostly I was beset with a kind of poetic tension - the tense urge to set eyes on a village, a village abandoned in full working order, and the feeling that it should remain sealed off, free from greedy prying eyes such as ours. As it was we continued to the top of the rise and tried to see into the appropriate valley, eyes straining to see through Purbeck stone, to see through Purbeck mist. It was an impossibility. It had to remain elusive for now. For ever perhaps.
Tyneham - ruins
The guys at Nothing to See Here however, recently managed to get sight of the place in all its cold-stone glory. In the quiet light of these pictures it isn't eerie or ghosted as I suspected it might be; instead it looks as though it might be waiting - waiting for the return of footfalls and the heavy thrumming weight of life. See for yourself with this Flickr set.
Also, check out Anne's iLike site if you get the chance.
And apropos of not much, I've been thinking about this track an awful lot recently:
Download: Meursault - A General Term