Thursday, 13 February 2014

walking along the littoral

I never tire of this space, it always gives me something

 a pebble, cradled in storm shattered wood
 reflections
  and ripples of light
Beachy Head, always there anchoring the horizon
 dogs frisking on the shoreline
 pale moon
netted by branches as I wend my way home

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  1. Not only beautiful pictures which make me long for a trip to the seaside, but you've also taught me a new word - littoral - thank you!

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    1. it's a lovely word isn't it. Thanks for the appreciation of the pictures as well. I'm enjoying your tree pics and looking forwrad to the slow greening that spring will bring

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