Photography with an occasional poem
I haven’t finished with Penmon Lighthouse yet. There may be another, or I may move on to other images from our break in North Wales. Who knows…? The mist was a great help, meaning I did not have to blend the horizon to get a minimalist shot – there was no horizon visible. Result.
This image cost me. The seaweed is very slippery, and I was probably not wearing the correct footwear. The result, as you may have guessed, was that I slipped and cracked my elbow. I didn’t cry, and I kept the camera safe. So I was determined to get an image after all that.
The worst of it was that my wife, who was sat in a chair watching, didn’t see me fall and therefore I had no sympathy when I returned. She was too busy watching a heron.
So this is the lighthouse at Penmon Point on Anglesey, and you may see a couple of additional versions over the next few days…
I am annoyed with myself. One step to the left would have made a huge difference, but I am not sure it was possible. Anyhow, as mentioned in the previous post, at sunset there was an art display projected on to the Opera House. The display was called Water Light, by an artist called Badu Gili.
Kept safe on the sand,
The low tide and mooring lines
Keep her from drifting.
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.