Pastel hued boxes
Overlooking golden sands.
Tenby in the spring.
Tenby is one of the prettiest seaside towns in South Wales, renowned for the pastel colours of the houses and safe beaches. If you are planning on staying, accommodation with parking is fairly scarce, and you will probably end up having to use a pay and display car park.
Standing on a plank
Racing the tide to the shore.
Adrenaline rush.
I have never surfed, and not likely to. However, the exhilaration of riding a wave with the spray in your face looks fairly obvious.
I’ve got the hang of…
No, I’ve fallen off again!
Surfing is tricky.
Spent a pleasant half hour watching the surfers (and swimmers) at Whitesands in Wales. Grabbed some action shots, but unfortunately most of them show the faces, which is probably not allowed.
The world you once knew
has turned itself on its head.
A fresh perspective.
I guess sometimes we all feel a bit like that. Discombobulated. But nothing stands still, everything changes, so embrace the change. You never know, the new reality may be better than the old.
Crashing the party!
There always has to be one
makes the big entrance
Not only landscapes and seascapes, sometimes the big lens comes out. There were thousands of birds on this sea stack near the Green Bridge of Wales, and I just had to wait and track an incoming late comer. They didn’t even bring a bottle.
Still tranquility.
The gentle swell of the sea
Stills the busy mind
Dingle harbour, on the Dingle peninsula in Ireland, was once the home of a bottlenose dolphin called Fungi. There is no longer a dolphin there, but sometimes it is enough to sit, look, and enjoy the silence.
Ribs pointing skywards
Her name was Helvetia.
Now just memories
A bit of a history haiku today. The wreck of the Helvetia lies on Rhosilli beach on the Gower peninsula. In the background can be seen Worms Head
Steep steps for access.
Not for a faint-hearted monk
Out on the Skelligs
The Skellig Islands are a pair of islands off the west coast of Ireland. The larger, Skellig Michael, once home to a monastery. Trips are available for visitors, but be warned there are 618 steps to climb from the landing point before you get anywhere.
Four hooves off the sand,
The wind blowing through his mane,
It feels like flying.
I love the apparent joy that comes from running for the sake of running. Horses and dogs look so happy just being free, and defying gravity. I considered trying the Adamsky effect on the background, but actually prefer the reality.
Can you see me here?
Sat below the harbour wall,
Fishing in the dark.
One of the joys of night photography is that the dark obscures the distracting elements. Normally the subject of an image occupies a prominent place, but this guy is fairly well hidden.
And now a small rant. Why does WordPress insist on trying to correct my English ‘harbour’ to an American spelling? And (here is the rant) the American version makes no sense. I know Merriam and Webster simplified the spelling but why drop the ‘u’? They still pronounce it as ‘harbur’ not as ‘harbore’, so logically you drop the ‘o’ if you want to simplify, not the ‘u’. Rant over.
