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@pmj_photos Another way up. #PMJWeeklyChallenge

Week 47 of the challenge. This week it's 'A way up'. A staircase, a hill path, a ladder, a fire escape or a metaphorical climb. Or anything that takes your eye higher. Tell us what it is and where. Enjoy this one. Post with #PMJWeeklyChallenge.

@Aaronsidewhite @Gallery365photo You greatly underestimate the importance of marshland if you consider it to be a 'nothingness'.

The surreal friction of the edgelands. Staking a claim on a landscape that belongs entirely to the tide. There’s a quiet hauntology to a "PRIVATE MARSH" sign—an uncanny boundary marker separating the viewer from a beautiful, flat nothingness #gallery365in2026 @Gallery365photo

@Bertrom If they were my images they'd be tagged 'grim', which , by the way, is not a value judgement.

Rossett is a village, community and electoral ward in Wrexham County Borough, Wales. Our friend lives in a caravan on a site beside the Chester canal. A strange,timeless place.

@DailyPicTheme2 @PanoPhotos A wide view of a long room Museum of the Renaissance, Écouen #DailyPictureTheme @PanoPhotos

Monday 25 May Today’s Daily Picture Theme is ‘Pano' with @PanoPhotos RT or reply with your own photo Tomorrow’s theme will be ‘Abanonded' #DailyPictureTheme A lovely pano of a sunset in San Diego, California!

@pmj_photos A variety of ways up! #PMJWeeklyChallenge

@DarrenChen528 All my social media posts are in one file and my two screens load wallpapers from that file randomly, every 15 minutes. Currently 3,225 files to choose from.😄

I dare you to beat my wallpaper 🌙

@TiCLme @ThamesPathNT @PeterFinch12067 @Tidal_Thames95 @ruths_gallery @richmondsociety @habsandheritage @LBRUT @Visit_Richmond1 And teatime in Petersham Nurseries to finish?🥰

@ThamesPathNT @PeterFinch12067 @Tidal_Thames95 @ruths_gallery Those spectacular London plane trees 🤩 … @richmondsociety @habsandheritage @LBRUT @Visit_Richmond1 ticl.me/richmond-river…

Views from the Thames Path at Richmond riverside today 🌞🌞 Swimming at Bamber's Steps garden, Virginia Woolf sculpture, shady Tide Tables, and happy rowers. @PeterFinch12067 @Tidal_Thames95 @ruths_gallery @TiCLme

@Sam_Alexandra23 Taking steps.

Good Morning Friends! It's #Creative Thursday once again so let's see you unleash your imagination using #photographic techniques. Have a nice day out there and take your camera with you. #Photography #Abstracts #Composites #LongExposure #ICMs 📸😊

@DailyPicTheme2 This spoon is a souvenir of my time as short order chef at THF's Fleet service station on the M3 during the Summer of 1983. I hope there is proscription on petit theft after so long, for this spoon. And the 5 other spoons, 6 knives, 6 forks and 6 teaspoons that accompanied it!

Thursday 21 May Today’s Daily Picture Theme is ‘Utensil' RT or reply with your own photo Tomorrow’s theme will be ‘Vintage' #DailyPictureTheme Cutlery is a form of utensil for eating and I love the way this restaurant made little beds for them!

@pmj_photos Quite a few examples of these 5 rings still visible here in Paris. #PMJWeeklyChallenge

A new week, a new theme for #PMJWeeklyChallenge. This week it's Five. Find five of something, a fivefold pattern, a high five or a five-bar gate. Or the digit five somewhere worth a second look. In the caption tell us what it is and where. Enjoy this one.

@s4r4h_l @PanoPhotos @Pria2021 @wapple15 @bunothanboy @birdcampics @ktof_n @RKW1899 @juliadarwen @deejar69 @mariepop60 Best I can do! 😉

@PanoPhotos @Pria2021 @wapple15 @bunothanboy @birdcampics @clodofclay @ktof_n @RKW1899 @juliadarwen @deejar69 @mariepop60 ✴️ #panoChallenge 51 : The Birds and The Bees ✴️ A honey bee flying in to pollinate a mullien flower. Let's celebrate World Bee Day on May 20th but we'll also include the other pollinators - birds. Share a #pano or #verto of birds, bees and/or flowers for a Like and/or Repost.

✴️ #panoChallenge 51 : The Birds and The Bees ✴️ It's time to kick off a brand new #panoChallenge! Let's celebrate World Bee Day on May 20th but we'll also include the other pollinators - birds. Share a #pano or #verto of birds, bees and/or flowers for a Like and/or Repost. 😊

@batcountry1980 I agree, I was in that pop audience and his music resonated powerfully in my ears and my world view. I've seen him many times, sometimes he was great sometimes average but he was never ever boring, always challenging. And with a back catalogue unequalled by anyone else IMHO

Because Bob Dylan Don't Need You, And Man, He Expects The Same 🧵 While the idea of going to see Bob Dylan in 1966 just to boo, slow-clap, or shout “Judas!” at him might seem insane to rational music lovers like me and you, I’ve got to admit: I do have a grudging respect for those maniacs. Think about it. By the time Dylan hit the road in 1966, he’d already dragged rock ’n’ roll into astonishing new territory. These people had heard these startling records and didn’t just grumble, “Nah, not for me. I prefer the old Dylan,” but went one step further and said: “I will be attending this concert personally, and I will be letting that bastard know exactly what I think of him.” I might not agree with it, but that’s commitment to the cause. Of course, the initial flashpoint for all this protest at the disappearance of the protest singer can be traced back to Newport. Dylan’s appearance at the Folk Festival in 1965 is one of Rock’s mythic moments, as he lets those who took him in when he was hungry and it was their world know what a drag it now is to see them. There’s still debate about how much of the backlash was aimed at the volume, the short set, or the “betrayal.” But it’s not hard to understand why folk purists felt blindsided. Newport was their world. Dylan sat somewhere near its center, and for many he wasn’t just a singer, he was a guiding light carrying philosophy, politics, morality, and identity. And while he’d already “gone electric” on record, he played acoustically on the Saturday, and it was only after an incident with The Paul Butterfield Blues Band that he hurriedly assembled a group for the Sunday performance. So while I would have been standing there losing my mind at witnessing a musical revolution in microcosm, just as many in the crowd reportedly were, I can at least understand why some people felt caught unawares. By 1966, though, nobody could claim ambush. His tour of that year followed a clear format: acoustic first half, electric second half with the Hawks. The revolutionary records were out there, loud and unapologetic. If you bought a ticket, you knew exactly which Dylan you were getting. And still they came outraged. 🧵

@DarrenChen528 Paris

People around the world — show me your city today.

@DarrenChen528 Backlit 'weed'

Drop the last flower photo you took. 🌸

Tea-time in Borough Market #AlphabetChallenge #WeekTforTime

@DavidEllisRoot @DrNeilStone They have beehives & little feats however.

@DrNeilStone Another interesting word: behoove. Bees don’t even have hooves; they have tiny little feets.

Why is it that only iron, fish and war get "mongered" What a strange word

@MuslimBoer @IrenaBuzarewicz As true as World Religions 😄

@IrenaBuzarewicz Nor in a library... Fantasy section is true? Same with internet its a choice where to look...

@batcountry1980 I got into Underworld through the FIP radio station here in France. One night, driving home I just had to stop the car to park and listen to 8 ball. My small, but significant 'Damascus' moment.😉Great stuff!

Ever since rock n roll transformed into “rock”, so began an ongoing urge to frame lyricists as poets. A canon emerged: the rock n roll poets. Dylan. The Morrisons. Cohen. Patti Smith. Lou Reed. Joni Mitchell. The singer-songwriter elevated into literary figure. And rightly so in many cases. But even the most adventurous of them usually still work within the architecture of songs. Verses. Choruses. Narrative arcs. Emotional resolutions. Even when abstract, there’s often still a recognisable skeleton holding everything together. Which is why I’ve always thought Karl Hyde is one of the most overlooked lyricists in modern music. Because if we’re looking for a poet operating parallel to music, he might be the purest example. I heard Underworld long before I ever read William S. Burroughs, but when I did, my immediate reaction was: “This is like Karl Hyde writes.” Not because Hyde was necessarily imitating him directly, but in how he arrived at something strikingly similar through music. Burroughs’ cut-up technique broke language apart and rebuilt it through collision and association rather than linear meaning. Hyde does much the same thing lyrically. What he was doing with Underworld in the 90s often felt closer to actual modern poetry. Stream of consciousness. Beat writing. Impressionism. Snatched fragments of overheard conversations. Half-thoughts. Urban hallucinations. Internal monologues dissolving into external noise. Phrases don’t unfold logically so much as accumulate emotionally. “Let your feelings slip, boy, but never your mask boy Random blonde bio, high density Random blonde boy, blonde country Blonde high density You are my drug boy, you're real boy Speak to me and boy, dog dirty numb cracking boy You get wet boy, big, big time boy, acid bear boy Babes and babes and babes and babes and babes And remembering nothing boy, do you like my tin horn boy It gets wet like an angel, derail” It’s not storytelling in the traditional rock sense. It’s an immersion in words till meaning emerges from rhythm and repetition. And unlike so many “poetic” rock lyricists, Hyde wasn’t confined by the expectations of guitar music, trying to fit ideas neatly into verse-chorus structures built for catharsis and singalong release. The electronic framework of Underworld let him write in pure momentum. Loops. Recurring phrases. Fragments surfacing again like intrusive thoughts or flashes of memory. The words unfold the way consciousness actually does. There’s also something deeply modern about it. So much 90s rock lyricism felt trapped in the conventions of rock sincerity. Hyde’s writing felt more alive than that world, like the real experience of existing in cities. Slogans and conversations, skyscrapers and undergrounds, drunken repetition and urban anxieties, moments of beauty appearing suddenly through sensory overload. And despite all the fragmentation, there’s warmth in Hyde’s writing that separates him from the colder literary experimentalists. Burroughs often feels dystopian and detached. Hyde’s work feels human. Euphoric then lonely, seedy then sad. The sound of somebody trying to find connection in the noise. Which is why it’s strange he’s rarely discussed alongside the great lyricists of the era. In the mid-90s, rock music was still widely seen as the serious artistic medium. Britpop was everywhere. Grunge still lingered. Guitar bands dominated the cultural conversation. Yet one of the most original writers in music was operating within electronic music, a scene critics still struggled to treat with the same seriousness. Maybe that’s the issue. Rock criticism has always known how to talk about “songwriters”, slapping the “poet” label onto anyone writing literary lyrics within that tradition. Hyde was doing something far closer to actual modern poetry: collages, streams of consciousness, emotional fragments. And he belongs in any serious discussion of the most innovative lyricists popular music has produced.

@pmj_photos @PostedInThePast @GirlPostbo25720 @lbsg1976 @letterappsoc Definitely over the top!

Bill, Ben, a sunflower and a snail in a top hat. #PostboxSaturday #Exmouth #Devon #RoyalMail @PostedInThePast @GirlPostbo25720 @lbsg1976 @letterappsoc

@Gallery365photo If the prompt makes me think of an appropriate image I've taken I'll post that. Other people's images around the same prompt give me some food for thought Sometimes a prompt makes me think differently about my images, 'borrowed light' a recent example

This mornings question… do you find images to fit a prompt- or are you actively trying to find inspiration from prompts to push your photography further? It’s a valid question, because I’m trying to get you out there making new work 10 mins a day building a habit is a start.