Something about HDR and churches makes them go together like peaches and cream. Sure they can be a little overdone and maybe the fashion is to have wildly converging verticals, but in the end the combination produces some damn fun images that are dramatic and imposing. We think this collection is just that - fun! Divinity by country_boy_shane, on Flickr Woodward Avenue Presbyterian Church by Яick Harris, on Flickr Encroaching Evil by country_boy_shane, on Flickr Lisboa / Lisbon / Lissabon by Bert Kaufmann, on Flickr Window of hope by Bert Kaufmann, on Flickr Igreja de S. Torcato by Jsome1,
Decaying foyer in an abandoned school for boys on the "Dirty Garbage Tour". Facebook
movement song – ocean rounded by the salty waves carved by the moon-driven tide ground down to tiny pebbles; do they remember largeness? shout song for the sea ride the high cold black wave fly thr…
Urban decay is the process whereby a previously functioning city, or part of a city, falls into disrepair. It's essentially the art of capturing beautiful photographs of a subject that is...
Tweet My wonderful writing group friends have starting doing a 10-minute daily writing prompt. Leah, the brains behind the prompts, and a few of the others (like Deb, and Alison) have already finished theirs. The prompt for today was a picture found by the talented Ms. Caitlyn. (I put it down there for you to see.) Here's my free-write for today. A twinge of light touched the sky as Mittle put his hand to the moss-covered trunk. Hurry littles! he said to the army of glowing pinsprites bobbing down from the highest branches. Not a single one listened. Not that he expected them to. They never did listen. Especially when he was in a hurry. When each one was gathered in, he turned on his heel and leapt from the tree root he had convinced to prop him up. Thank you! he told it as he ran for home. Mittle could almost hear the sigh as it eased itself back into the ground. When he reached the edge of the forest, he paused, squinting in the half-light. When he didn’t see any signs of movement, he crouched down to sneak past the kitchen window. He didn’t think Mohma would be awake yet, but he wasn’t going to take any chances. When he reached the small flower bed under the window, he greeted Teyrna. Good morning, old one! Are you awake yet? No, came the grumbling reply. Mittle laughed. Have the birds been prattling again? Is that not what you’re doing, Smoft? Mittle tried not to giggle at the tree’s nickname for him. Trees were not much for learning names, so he was called by his appearance. Small and soft. Smoft. I will be quiet, if you will lift me up to my window, wise Teyrna. Flatterer, she said, but soon a branch made its way down to him. At his window, he used his foot to push it open and dropped quietly onto his bed. He dropped his muddy shoes on the floor and carefully draped the satchel with the pinsprites over the log that was part of his headboard. Then he lay down, careful to not make noise enough to wake Bubs. Flyaway red hairs popped up over his bedspread followed by wide blue eyes. “Whuddya find?” Bubs practically yelled. Mittle thought his heart was going to leap out of his chest. “Bubs! Shhhhh!” he whispered at her. "Nothing. I didn’t find anything. Go back to sleep.” “But the sun is awake.” Mittle pursed his lips. Trying to think of an argument that would convince the three-year-old that being in bed would be a good thing. Bubs's brows creased in thought. “And you’re awake.” Mittle sighed. It was going to be a long day.
Why is it so dark? Why am I so cold? I’m not freezing, but I feel a chill. It’s odd to describe. I know it’s cold where I am, at least I think I do. The temperature isn’t the problem as much as you…
Exploring Heavily-protected Soviet broadcast bunker. https://bit.ly/Soviet_broadcast_bunker This Sovietish 2-storey/6000 m2 bunker site once were a heavily-protected broadcast bunker with highly...
I think everyone is in need of some sunshine now. Especially now in january, i don't know how the weather's like at your place, but here it's cold, wet and dark. So here's a hot warm early spring morning in may. The place: somewhere in the Belgium Ardennes. I have to admit that i expect a bit more, than what i finally got. Yes, it is abandoned and yes i had expected a lot more decay. However, this was a great start of a great day, with awesome explorers. Thanks again guys! when: may 2010 with: Bart, thekts, MANvil & Mark
Cornelia Parker is an English sculptor and installation artist. She makes site-specific work, and is best known for large-scale installations such as Cold Dark Matter: An Exploded View (1991), where she had a garden shed blown up by the British Army and suspended the fragments as if suspending the explosion process in time. In the centre was a light which cast the shadows of the wood dramatically on the walls of the room. http://www.frithstreetgallery.com/artists/bio/cornelia_parker/?/parker.html
Lose yourself amongst these serene views of isolation and decay.
Turner-nominated Royal Academy member, who will produce work of art about election, is first woman to take on role created in 2001