Tag: photography

I watch the tide come in…

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Helplessly, gleefully, drawn to the sea, to where light dances on waves and comes tumbling ashore in a crash of white foam, to a place that is neither land, nor ocean. Perhaps my home isn't anywhere, but any in between, a place where fey live hidden in twilight a place for ghosts and memories. I … Continue reading I watch the tide come in… →

Stolen Summer

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We snatched the summer still sticky and dripping with danger, gathered in gardens and sneaking through country parks, always looking over our shoulders drenched in alcohol and sunscreen, holding each other in long looks, meters apart.

A walk

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Against the wind, we walked along the boardwalk swerving, from other walkers and veering into pebbles, my dress a dancing ribbon orange against steel blue sky. We took the path beneath the bridge, you needed somewhere to sit, and wind was snatched from our ears, emerging into sudden silence we found a garden of agapanthus … Continue reading A walk →

Finding the ‘Zig-zag Path’; or, the Man-made Grottoes of Folkestone

So we walked up from the beach and listened to the birdsong, which is so much clearer with everyone now in hiding, and I came across a path I hadn't noticed before... So naturally we had to explore and take a lot of pictures. This little walk proved quite inspiring, perhaps some of the features … Continue reading Finding the ‘Zig-zag Path’; or, the Man-made Grottoes of Folkestone →

Newquay (1/2): Bootlegger’s Voyage

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We arrived in Newquay as the sun emerged from the clouds. Our mission: to find a skipper to take us out fishing. After contacting several, we finally found one who was willing to work that day. His boat: The Bootlegger. With the tide out we were able to take the short cut across the harbour. … Continue reading Newquay (1/2): Bootlegger’s Voyage →

In the Dunes

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Each morning in the dunes began in a fine sea-salt mist, with the waves down at the beach calling me to the water's edge, and out... The walks atop the sand and grass were scratchy. Pointed blades nipped through fabric. But the sun shone through the morning haze, the wind filled my city-lungs with clean … Continue reading In the Dunes →