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Seals meetup.
Lundy Island -
Puffin.
Somewhere in the Irish Sea. -
Pelican of London.
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Lundy island nature reserve.
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Highland cow.
Lundy Island -
Highland cow.
Lundy Island -
Dead Baluga.
Lundy Island -
Un grand peut-être.
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With tired eyes, tired minds, tired souls, we slept.
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Time traveller.
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The right way is the untrodden. It becomes the wrong when you step on it.
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The night has descended on us.
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Marvels of hand.
Kashan, Iran. -
Encanto blanco.
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Sightings from a dream.
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Sightings from a dream.
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Sightings from a dream.
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Sightings from a dream.
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Sightings from a dream.
“Charred birds escape from the ruins, and return as cascading blood.” - Agalloch -
Shepherd.
Semnan, Iran. -
Punk gangster!
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At twenty, Bach made a pilgrimage of almost four hundred kilometres, on foot, to hear Buxtehude play the organ. 1705.
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This image is not silent.
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The Board of Catholic Knights bought the land and began construction of this cathedral atop Mount Tibidabo, as a response to rumours about a plan to build a Protestant church there.
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It took 579 years to build the Milan Cathedral. 1386-1965.
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“The stillness covers my ears
Tenderly, until all sound disappears” - Tamino -
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
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Shaft, Iran.
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I cast a spell on the city, asking it to last.
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Holy money-spitting machine
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History so close it comes alive.
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Hill of Tara.
Meath, Ireland. -
“I am going to put myself to sleep now for a bit longer than usual. Call it Eternity.” - Jerzy Kosinski
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Grey heron.
Dublin, Ireland. -
“Dieu me pardonnera c’est son metier.” - Heinrich Heine
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A narration.
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A narration.
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A narration.
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Breakfast for the flamingos.
Bandar Abbas, Iran. -
Et les extremes se touchent.
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The Chimneys.
Dublin. -
Vanishing
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Hold my hands, we take wing tonight.
We leave nothing behind but memories. -
This mother and daughter were roaming the land freely, it was beautiful to watch the mother scouting the area while the puppy was playing and running around.
Semnan, Iran -
Killarney, Ireland.
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Killarney, Ireland.
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راه فرو بسته گرچه مرغ به آوا
قالب خاموشی او صدایی گویاست
میگذرد لحظهها به چشمش بیدار
پیکر او لیک سایه-روشن رویاست - سهراب -
Where sand dunes meet the sea.
Darak, Sistan-o-Baluchestan, Iran. -
Where sand dunes meet the sea.
Darak, Sistan-o-Baluchestan, Iran. -
Crucifixion | تصلیب
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Long trees of our concrete jungle.
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Dance of clouds.
Killarney, Ireland. -
Homeless man praying in front of John’s Lane Church.
Christmas day. -
It’s strange how we are reminded of our mortality when something goes completely wrong.
Mount Venus Cemetery. -
Boy.
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A blue, contagious smile
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Bandar Abbas, Iran
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“Je finis par trouver sacre le desordre de mon esprit.” - Arthur Rimbaud
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Somewhere in Ireland
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Yazd, Iran.
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Windcatchers (Badgir بادگیر in Persian) are an old Iranian architectural element used to create all-natural ventilation in buildings and water reserves (Ab Anbar and Qanats, see third image). These marvels are so effective at cooling, they can keep water at near-freezing temperature during summer days. They are still present in Iran and in neighbouring countries.
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“With sincere heart and unpretended faith I abjure, curse, and detest the aforesaid errors and heresies and also every other error… contrary to the Holy Church, and I swear that in the future I will never again say or assert… anything that might cause a similar suspicion toward me” - Galileo
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“At some time in the past, I thought, I must have made a mistake, and now I am living the wrong life.” - Austerlitz, Sabald
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Sigh.
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“Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.” - Yeats
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Iran.
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On mourra seul.
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“Y la vida no es noble, ni buena, ni sagrada.” - Federico García Lorca
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Jebir.
Hengam Island, Iran. -
Cruella?
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“That evening in Marienbad, said Austerlitz, I could not admit to myself how right everything Marie said was, but today I know why I felt obliged to turn away when anyone came too close to me, I know that I thought this turning away made me safe, and that at the same time I saw myself transformed into a frightful and hideous creature, a man beyond the pale.” - Austerlitz, Sabald
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“Caddy held me, she smelled like trees.” - The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
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