A moment captured,
A fleeting show of power
As the wave explodes.
If you have been following the blog, you may recall an image of a small boy standing and waiting, to be covered by a wave coming over the promenade. If not, go back and find it, you might find some other images you like…
This was taken on the same day, as a storm hit the east coast of England. I stayed distant and dry. Luckily.
I see the future.
A crystal ball on the pier.
Lives turned upside down.
The pier boardwalk is lined with small plaques remembering peole who have enjoyed the pier, or the area. In the ball you can see the names of one such couple – Irene and Frank, whose lives have literally been turned upside down in the reflection. Sometimes it is scary how well the images lend themselves to the lines.
This is another image from my day in Swanage with Digital Camera Magazine.
Not twelve apostles,
I counted them all myself.
So disappointing.
A few years ago we went on a short tour of eastern Australia and New Zealand. Whilst in Melbourne it was a must to visit the Great Ocean Road and the Twelve Apostles.
Originally called the Sow and Piglets, the name was changed to try and attract more tourists. As there were only ever nine, and now seven, of the stacks and as Australia is a largely secular country that makes little sense to me. So I have entitled this post Piglets.
The Canary Girls,
Filling shells with TNT
Risking life and limb.
This street art, in Beeston Notts, commemorates the work of the so-called Canary Girls. These worked in dangerous conditions filling shells with TNT for the war effort in World War One. In 1918, an explosion of 8 tons of TNT in the Chilwell factory killed 134, of which only 32 could be positively identified.
They were called the Canary Girls because working with the TNT caused their skin and hair to take on a yellowish orange colour.
What you looking at?
Don’t disturb me, I’m eating
A snack in the snow.
Apologies for the grammar, but I have a rules-based mind that will not allow me to deviate from a 5-7-5 sequence, so ‘what are you…’ was never going to fly. At least it wasn’t ‘Wat’chu looking at’. Or maybe that would be better?
Every winter, when the snow has fallen, these robins are keen to take seed from any source. They are not so timid and will happily hop on to your hand to be fed. That is an amazing experience, to be trusted by something so fragile, and when they land they are virtually weightless.
In a darkened wood
A stray shaft of warm sunlight
Lights a lone sapling.
A walk in spring looking for bluebells, turning a corner to find this young sapling sunbathing. I think this image possibly turned out better than the ones of the bluebells.
One chair, no windows.
A retreat from noise and haste,
Hidden on the hill.
We found this deserted shack nestled into the hillside on the island of St. Martins, one of the Scilly Isles. It seems like it was/is occupied, but no windows. Maybe they are hidden behind the long shutter? Maybe the occupant is a vampire, and just doesn’t like the light? We had no garlic, so didn’t investigate that closely. You never know.
A still day at sea,
One red sail set against blue.
Looking calm becalmed.
Minimalist. So not a lot to say really. A single yacht taking life easy off the coast of the Scilly Isles.
Rising from the dunes,
Defence from a bygone age,
But still standing strong.
Like Wales, the northeast coast of England is awash with old castles. Some are total ruins, but some are still actually lived in. One is Bamburgh Castle, sat atop sand dunes and looking out over the North Sea to the Farne Islands.
In the darkest night
The Minster stands in the light.
Road to salvation?
Southwell Minster in Nottinghamshire. I came to photograph the moon installation in the Minster, but the twin steeples of the church are quite distinctive, so a mono night shot had to be tried. Luckily the weather was dry, because you have to get pretty low to the ground in order to get the full height within the entrance gate, The illuminated pathway was a bonus.
