Monday, 17 September 2012

Empty



I think it close to miraculous 


that I walked along a beach


as empty as this,


scattered with shells, 


 sculpted by the outflowing tide,


 lit by the daily drama



of a westward slipping sun,

 less than two hours' drive from London.


Empty.


10 comments:

  1. What an exceptional series of photos.

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  2. You make me long to be on a deserted beach.

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  3. Wonderful photos, so evocative of the typical English beach.

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  4. Miraculous indeed! Beautiful photos. Textures and shapes you want to reach out and touch.

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  5. Beautiful. If only the shells were not empty...

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  6. That does seem like a miracle. Thanks for your picture/word poem today :)

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  7. And I just did exactly the same, with the Mr and five whippets, on a totally empty beach in North Wales. We had it entirely to ourselves. Wonderful, wasn't it :D

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  8. what beautiful photographs!
    xxx

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  9. I'm always surprised how you can still find empty beaches, even in the middle of summer. I love your photographs and words, I could almost smell the sea and sunshine! Jane xx

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  10. I just found you from the beloved Annie of knitsofacto. I believe that I have been blessed twelve times twelve to have found you.
    Oh, my. What goodness.

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