Rusted and broken,
Years of service forgotten,
Chainless and unloved.
An accidental find at Gibralter Point, on the east cost of England. There didn’t seem to be any boats close by that would have been big enough to warrant such an anchor, so it appears to be a memory of when the area was more active.
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.
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.
Brought to life by light
the glass throws coloured patterns,
Driving out the dark.
Although I have no religious beliefs, I always love to go into churches and cathedrals – for the light. Stained glass windows, or even just artifacts lit by shafts of light in the darkness. This particular church was in Bamburgh, Northumberland.
As the fog draws in
and the evening cold bites hard,
Warmth comes in friendship.
A foggy December evening, devoid of colour, so crying out for monochrome.
Best seat in the house?
I can’t even see the pitch.
And my feet are wet.
Another from the flooding. This bench is normally set back at least 5 metres from the embankment, and has the City Ground (the WFCG) in the background. It looked an ideal season ticket purchase for the same people that bought London bridge.
Driving rain persists,
Flooding rivers burst their banks.
Calm after the storm.
A little bit of minimalism from the River Trent in January last year. Although the image is minimalist, the effort required to achieve it was not. I think the time taken to learn the techniques were worth it, but hey – I am retired so what else was I going to do during those hours?
I prefer the cold
to hot sun and swimming pools.
Reindeer? Not bothered.
An older image from a trip to arctic Finland. A truly amazing experience.
Sighted through the trees
A family group goes by.
Dog taken for walks
A walk along the river Derwent in Derbyshire. After a bit of rain the sun came out, illuminating a gap in the trees. Five seconds to wait until an obliging family walked through, with their dog.
Sat having a bath
And someone takes a photo!
Is there no respect?
Taken in the Abbey gardens on Tresco in the Scilly Isles, one small bird in a fountain. Only a few miles off the coast of Cornwall, but this archipelago feels like I imagine the Caribbean to be. Not that I have been to the Caribbean, nor do I have any desire to go.
