Photos and occasional pomes

Tag: Photograph

  • The Glass Studio

    Skilled hands and sharp tools
    Reveal captured light in glass.
    The artisan’s craft.

    When you have a friend who works in stained glass it would be rude not to take a photograph in the studio.

  • Tenby

    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 up

    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.

  • Wipeout

    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.

  • Topsy Turvy

    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.

  • Late Arrival

    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.

  • And relax

    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.

  • Wrecked

    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

  • The Skelligs

    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.

  • Gallop

    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.