image: Ruth Archer on Pixabay
My love for you does not accrue interest at any astounding rate
Indeed, since your farcical behaviour at last year’s carnival
My interest in you is reduced to not even marginal
31 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Marginal
I kept my walk short on Boxing Day (only 4 miles). Here are photos from the first half. I took loads of photos of the sunrise over the sea, but surely you’ve seen enough of these
Sunrise 26 Dec 2020
The ebbing tide left plenty of these… they fascinate me
Ghost waves: 26 December 2020
Always worth a backwards glance…
Britannia Pier: 26 December 2020
Not so many birds today…
A solitary Sanderling: 26 December 2020
But you can see where the gulls have been…
Big Bird’s prints: 26 December 2020
The weather forecaster par excellence…
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Eat your heart out Picasso, the ebbing tide does abstract art too
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I thought of adding two small stones for eyes and calling arrangement of seaweed Neptune…
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And into the dunes…
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Sea holly: 26 December 2020
A common plant in these dunes. Misnamed. It forms a low-growing shrub
Tree lupin: 26 December 2020
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The dune community… ferns and lichens… the little plants
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A look back before we leave the dunes…
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… and enter a made-environment…
The Waterways: 26 December 2020
The Waterways with its gardens provide shelter from the sea-breezes but are also a suntrap (as I discovered back in the summer when, taking a coffee break, I burned!)
Waterways Gardens: 26 December 2020
Steps back up to the prom… and we are done
26 December 2020
Hope you’ve enjoyed this little walk.
And a Cheery New Year to you all
Gorleston: 1st January 2021
Caught this immature gull looking quite quizzical on the frozen boating pond on Gorleston seafront. Definitely In The Cold
A new year, a new list of titles for #2021picoftheweek provided by Maria Antonia.
In 2020 I posted 52 photos for Maria’s #2020picoftheweek challenge (for all 52 photos see HERE). For this post, I’ve selected one from each month, my favourites though the choice wasn’t easy.
January: Water
Plot, for in March I was to publish the five books that make up The Spinner’s Game
February: It’s in the Details
The weather keeping me close to home, I went for a familiar detail on a building I pass every day
March: It’s Time
With talk of a national lockdown, I made the most of early March. And what better promise of better days than the primrose
April: Tucked Away
By April I’d realised the buses weren’t much used, which made for safer travel. I could go further afield
May: On the Road
I visited some of my favourite spots
June: Framed
July: Bend in the Road
August: Thankful
September: Big Picture
October: Miniature
November: Happiness
But late November and into December, we were again in lockdown, as reflected in these last two photos
December: Far From It
Crimson’s Creative Challenge 112
Prison. What a great way to end 2020. And why?
“Ms Carpory, you are charged with the irretrievable destruction of twenty cubic meters of the Universe. THIS Universe. OUR Universe.”
But it wasn’t intentional, I didn’t know. No one said not to throw the stone. I mean, it was a puddle…
True, there was a fence around it.
And a dense screen of guards.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“A split in reality,” the youngest guard said.
“Oh yea?” I laughed. And threw the stone.
BANG!
Happy New Year.
And mind those puddles.
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Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN
Here’s how it works:
Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE
Here are some suggestions:
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:
If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN
So there I was, walking the surf line, Great Yarmouth to Hemsby, eyes down and in the raking light of the newly risen sun…
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See you in the New Year. I’m voting for a good one. What about you?
image: CK
Mailak slumped, legs slung over the precipice, swinging them idly. Mailak wasn’t happy.
“I forbid you,” her father had said.
“And I refuse your prohibition. I’m not a child. I’ve left you once already, you didn’t stop me then.”
“No, because I approved of that man.”
“Wedded, bedded and two children with him.”
“And all three died in the same rockfall. And so you come running home to us.”
“You are my family.”
“And I refuse this alliance.”
“Why? Is it his hair? That he’s different to us?”
“It’s because he’s a troglodyte. CAVE DWELLER!”
95 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Troglodyte
December 17th. Early. We arrive at the prom just after 07:00 am. Sunrise will be 08:00 am. At first, it looks like we won’t see much as a thick sea mist begins to rise
Britannia Pier in the early light
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But we walk the surf-line… and see these scurrying sanderlings. There must be at least 50 of them spread out along the shore
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08:00 am. The sun shows herself on the horizon. The mist soon clears
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And fully risen, she turns all she touches to gold…
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… making the stones, mostly quartz and flint, look like amber
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A ship passes the wind-turbines on the horizon
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A random post? No, the remains of a groyne
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Caister Lifeboat Station. Funded by donations alone, not part of the national system
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And then… the seal. And I’m thinking how lucky if I can get a good shot of his head…
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… and I grin. But even so, I’m sure this will be all…
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… twenty or so photos on… wow!
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Excitement over, more groynes, this one repaired
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as elsewhere along this coast, imported granite from Scandinavia forms sea-defences
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with the beach becoming narrow, we head to the edge of the dunes and the older sea-defences. And a bench where we sit to drink coffee from my flask
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From here the dunes will soon become cliffs
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… as I was saying…
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Bye-bye beach. Guess which way the wind blows at Scratby?
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And as we trail past the holiday camps at Hemsby, I’m delighted to see a gull keeping a look-out
17 December 2020
I hope you enjoyed this walk, though I doubt you’re as tired as I was. It wasn’t the distance (just under 10 miles) but beach walking pulls on the legs
These weren’t the only photos I took. I found I’d a liking for “beach photography.” I’ll show you on Tuesday.
Breydon Water: 22 December 2020
Breydon Water sits on the border of Norfolk and Suffolk. And as of today, these two counties are in Lockdown. Again. Not alone, but with the rest of East Anglia. So this is likely to become my photographic home for the next few weeks. But it’s a beautiful place, and although only 1/2 hour walk, it feels far from habitation.
Far From It, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
[No filters, no tweaking. This is how the photo came off the camera. Merely resized.]
