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.
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
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.
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.
Can you see me here?
Sat below the harbour wall,
Fishing in the dark.
One of the joys of night photography is that the dark obscures the distracting elements. Normally the subject of an image occupies a prominent place, but this guy is fairly well hidden.
And now a small rant. Why does WordPress insist on trying to correct my English ‘harbour’ to an American spelling? And (here is the rant) the American version makes no sense. I know Merriam and Webster simplified the spelling but why drop the ‘u’? They still pronounce it as ‘harbur’ not as ‘harbore’, so logically you drop the ‘o’ if you want to simplify, not the ‘u’. Rant over.
Welcome the new day.
Full of opportunities…
To get your feet wet!
One of my previous posts was from Spurn Point on the East Coast of England. Although the day was primarily trying out filters for long exposure, sometimes the waves are necessary to add drama to a dramatic sky. The lesson is that sometimes a plan is just a plan, it is not a constraint. Go with the flow.
Aged by time and tide,
Bare bones where once stood structures
To hold back the seas.
More minimalism from Spurn Point. The groynes at Spurn Point make for a really interesting few hours, and there is more to explore. Must go back.
White rock and dark wood,
Misty morning by the sea.
Calm and serene view.
Some people do not like long exposure, but in this case I felt the untidy waves would distract from the main elements. Taken at Spurn Point on the east coast.
The pier would appear
to be no longer found here.
Where it stood is clear.
Possibly one of the most photographed piers in England. The old pier at Swanage. I took this whilst on a photo competition day with Digital Camera Magazine. Unfortunately the other person in the contest failed to show, so I won every round and had the magazine article to myself.
Under The boardwalk
When the tide has receded
Beauty can be found
Having spent a morning in the fog, I decided to explore under the pier at Newlyn in Cornwall. I left my phone on the ground, forgot it, and went back to rescue it as the incoming tide was less than 10cm away from disaster. Lady luck was smiling that day.
