Latest Posts by marshwater - Page 2
Michael Kenna, Silent World
via Macbaconai
these massive power station chimneys cooling towers were really central in understanding my existence in the world as a child as they were the biggest thing i had ever seen. when i had to imagine something 'big' i would shut my eyes and think of these. i admit i still do, sometimes.
it's probably thanks to those at Ratcliffe-on-Soar power station in the Trent Valley (or 'megawatt valley') which you could see from Charnwood Forest, where i used to walk with my mum from her home in Leicester, when i was small. the towers were quite far away yet still so visible and vast, like storybook giants.
more recently when i was maybe 18 and just out of school i was getting a train from Loughborough to Nottingham to see a gig that my friend Maia was putting on. i had to change at East Midlands Parkway. i got off the train, and it pulled away to reveal these massive towers just over the fence. i realised they were those same ones at Ratcliffe. life seemed quite directionless, as it does when you've just finished school, but the towers were still there and still massive and i was nearly touching them.
i just sat on the platform and stared at them for about twenty minutes while i waited for my train. i wish i could remember what music i was listening to, makes me want to keep a music diary. i took a photo on my phone that i wish i could post alongside this one but idk where it is :-/
apparently Ratcliffe was the last remaining operational coal-fired power station in the UK, and it was closed in 2024. i hope those towers stay standing.
Michael Kenna, Silent World
genie
Driving through the Saguaro, 1989
Mickey Crisp
statement from mahmoud khalil shared by the center for constitutional rights
here is a photo I took of an Indian flying fox in Sri Lanka, seven years ago. I've always like this photo because of the colour of the evening and the way the bat is framed by the palm leaves, ephemeral: it reminds me a bit of images of ufo sightings in postwar america, like something you'd find in an old local newspaper or pinned to the wall in a bunker in the desert
also changed my username :)
Heiko Hellwig: Silicon Cities (2017)
Colorful Circuit Cities Built From Motherboards, Processors, and Microchips. Hellwig built these cityscapes last year using the guts of old MacBooks, IBMs, and even PlayStations that he scavenged from eBay and friends' basements.
An antique cigarette lighter and fob chain, featuring a fob charm made from the beak of a male huia. This bird species, found only on the North Island of New Zealand, was driven to extinction by the early 20th Century. The piece itself dates to around the same time. [ x ]
diary entry from my trip to indiana
sketch for the judgement, charcoal on paper, john singer sargent, c. 1903-1916
as much as i need to leave this place, i will miss the sounds of the owls in the forest at night here
Speaking of carcasses, here are three I saw on a beach in Suffolk on a hot day last year in the springtime. Everything was dry and smelly.
The first is a seal, curled up by a marshy tide pool above the dunes, long forgotten by the ocean. I think it might be a common seal, by it’s size and blondeish fur, but who can really tell at this stage. Note the little crab claw lying on its pelt, if you zoom in. Probably carried along by the same scavengers who picked the carcass clean!
The second is a little more difficult but I think it was a harbour porpoise. All distinguishing features (tail, dorsal fin, face) are missing but it has a blowhole and is about the right size. It's grey belly had gone leathery and tanned in the sun.
The last is a lesser-spotted dogfish, or small-spotted catshark, if you are so inclined. Dog for scale.
Aside from carcasses and globsters one of my favourite things about walking along wild beaches are these little streams that race towards the ocean. I love the gentle trickling sound they make against the loud waves and the way they slide round the soles of my boots as I’m crossing them, it makes me feel like a giant and all the rocks are little houses
this reminded me of u wearing those thin gold nails to the snowy subcity iolyte party two years ago and I took some pretty epic photos
Thousand hand Bodhisattva dance
Photographs by Nan Goldin
At the bar: Toon, Cee, and So, Bangkok, 1992 Max, Muffy, and Peter at Sharon’s birthday party, Provincetown, 1976 Joey and Andres in Hotel Askanischer Hof, Berlin, 1992 Christine floating in the sea, St. Barth's, 1999 Yogo Putting on Powder, Second Trip, Bangkok, 1993 Picnic on the Esplanade, Boston, 1973 Clemens lying on his back, Paris, 2001 Christmas at The Other Side, Boston, 1972
by Oargi
AHTARI, FINLAND.