This fog lasted only a few minutes before the sun broke through and promptly evaporated it.
This fog lasted only a few minutes before the sun broke through and promptly evaporated it.
Sky reflected in water. The resulting patterns never fail to amaze me.
I must down go to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. ~ John Masefield, Sea Fever
Taking a photo of this little brown mushroom, newly sprung from a bed of damp moss, couldn’t help but bring me close the scents and textures of the earth.
I was down in a little cove with my camera yesterday, when I noticed the rippled water creating interesting reflections. The constantly moving water meant every shot I took was unpredictable and unique. I chose this one because I thought it looked like someone had dropped ink in the water and then swirled it around.
There is something reassuringly solid about this landscape. The rocky shore endures the battering of the waves, the rise and fall of the tide, winter freezes and summer’s baking sun. It seems as though the only thing this beach wouldn’t be able to withstand is a rise in ocean levels, which may eventually drown it, and what a shame that would be. For now, though, it is holding its own.
A grove of trees all dressed up in their best spring green finery.