Photo Haiku

Tag: Cornwall

  • Dark?

    Is it the dark side,
    Or the light side in the shade?
    Or could it be both?

    The image is from the Witchcraft Museum in Boscastle, Cornwall. Is it a force of evil, or a misunderstood force for good, misunderstood and condemned? If you draw a 6 on a piece of paper, the person opposite will read a 9. Both are correct, it just depends on your point of view. The truth is not absolute, good and bad is relative. Terrorist or freedom fighter depends on which side of oppression you are on. Here endeth the lesson – sorry, I didn’t realise it was going this way when I started…

  • Moored

    Kept safe on the sand,
    The low tide and mooring lines
    Keep her from driftin    g.

    Hopefully you are comfortable with the pronoun. She identifies both as a boat and a female, which is why most boats have female names. Except this one, which is a fishing boat and therefore has initial letters to identify the home port followed by a number.
    But the real question is what came first? The boat or the mooring as the main point of interest. It was the rusty mooring loop. Now you know.

  • Waiting

    One man and his board
    Waiting for the perfect wave,
    Staring out to sea.

    On Bude beach in Cornwall, he just stood there for minutes on end, either waiting for a wave (like the ones directly in front of him?) or possibly realising that October in England was a little chilly. Either way it made a decent almost-minimalist shot.

  • Dog?

    Silently watching
    Over wild Atlantic swells.
    This dog is my rock.

    Or maybe, ‘this rock is my dog’. I spotted this when walking back from Hawker’s Hut and I saw a dog, complete with ear. Since then I have googled and I cannot find any mention of it as a dog rock, or lion rock. I can’t be the only one to have noticed? Or maybe my googling skills are lacking. Actually, it could be that flying lion thing from Neverending Story. Anyway, whatever, it is today’s post.

  • Hawker’s Hut

    Drugs and poetry,
    The parson’s opium den.
    Tucked against the cliff.

    One of my problems is I don’t always think things through properly, and end up having to publish two posts in a day to clarify things. So my last post may have been confusing. Is that a bad thing? Well welcome to my world of perpetual bewilderment… So to give context to my last post – this is the full Hawker’s Hut. Named after a local parson,  Robert Stephen Hawker(1803 – 1875),who built it from driftwood and timber retrieved from shipwrecks, with a turf roof. Still remarkably preserved, and owned by the National Trust. Hawker used the hut as a bolt hole, with beautiful views over the Atlantic Ocean, where he would write poetry and smoke opium.
    Now the previous post makes sense?

  • Opium Den

    A simple door latch,
    Access to old Hawker’s Hut.
    Secret hideaway.

    I will post a photo of Hawker’s hut to give wider context, but I really liked this detail of the entrance. Hawker’s hut is in Morwenstow, Cornwall, in England. It is a Grade 2 listed wooden building, and the smallest property owned by the National Trust. You will see it in all its small but perfectly formed glory soon….

  • The Crossing

    Patiently waiting
    For the way to be revealed.
    Footpath to the Mount

    St Michael’s Mount in Cornwall stands opposite Mont St Michel in northern France. It is owned by the National Trust and features a castle and gardens. Whilst it is normally cut off from the mainland, and accessible only by boat, at low tide there is a causeway you can walk across to reach the island.

  • Cornwall

    Enys Vordardh rise
    (The Brisons to you and me.)
    Protecting the coast

    The Brisons is a twin peaked islet off the coast of Cape Cornwall, in the far west of England. The name translates to Breaker Island, presumably because it acts to break up the incoming waves that attack the Cape. I realise that long exposures do not appeal to everyone, but in this case the choppy waves added nothing to the image but a messy distraction. I also like the slightly ethereal effect on the waves breaking the shoreline.

    Rant 2: Following the advice I was given, I have changed the site language to UK English. Yet still they try and correct realise to realize. Absolute muppets. To add insult to injury, WordPress calls the American version just English!! As if that is the original, and ours is the dumbed down variant. Not happy at all.