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A wonderful evening spent down on Meols beach, Merseyside.
As the sun descended casting some wonderful light across the sky, I was able to capture one of the many boats located here.
Its a bit of a tricky location, as quicksand can be a problem.
Need a little relaxation :)
You smile provoking me, with your eyes you chain me down here, you let me go because you know that you can get me again
you're drowning in the deep for me
You are quicksand
I love the way I'm drawn to you
You know how to light me up
just like oceans rise to kiss the moon it's gravity, our love is like gravity
You, who gives me life completely, calm me and suddenly you claim me, hands like knots, us (those) who cross quicksand
bring me back to life when you light my fire makes me feel so high never coming down it's more than just a fantasy come true I feel your love rising from deep inside of me up to ecstasy
up to
your desire's pulling me to exactly where I need to be it's so good that I can hardly breathe I feel it takes over me
you still let me immerse
you give me all you've got
you are water that knows how to put me out
you make me feel so free
and your taste will become, force of gravity
bring me back to life when you light my fire makes me feel so high never coming down take control and show me how it feels to go from heaven up to ecstasy
Eros: I feel your every heartbeat tighten my motionless senses, a breath hanging on a shiver here, so intense that it rises from the bottom up to ecstasy
you're drowning in the deep for me don't fight it just let it be up to ecstasy
now your desire's pulling me our love is like gravity it's gravity baby you that gives me life completely, calm me and suddenly you claim me
take control and show me how it feels to go from heaven up to ecstasy
I feel your every heartbeat tighten my motionless senses it's more than just a fantasy come true I feel your love rising from deep inside of me up to ecstasy
up to ecstasy
“There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly my darling…”. -Aldous Huxley, Island
Alittle while ago I posted a couple of images of this famous lone Mangrove tree, the site where I got stuck in the mud-like quicksand.
This was even later in the evening where the purple hues dominated the sunset and the tide had ventured further in, covering partly covering the aerial roots of the that help them survive in these salty waters.
🎶 LA GÉANT DE PAPIER - JEAN JACQUES LAFON
One of my grandma’s favourite songs, my childhood lullaby.
As I’m sitting here in her hospice room watching her sleeping, I wonder how many times she was watching me dream my baby dreams.
English translation
You can challenge me to fight the devil
To go and brave the dragons of nothingness
To build towers and cathedrals for you
On quicksands
You can challenge me to break the mountains apart
To go and dive into the throat of volcanoes
All seem possible to me, but...
When I look at her, I, the wolf-man with a heart of steel
In front of her fragile beauty, I'm just a giant made of paper
When caressing her, as I'm afraid to awaken her
With all my tenderness, I'm just a giant made of paper
Few likely remember the Cinebomb classic from 1957 "From Hell It Came". For those who are familiar will agree this tree closely resembles the horrifying oak that snatched up young island girls while they slept and deposited them into a pool of quicksand. This being a common event on remote islands where tree's are left unsupervised and allowed to freely roam to pursue these unspeakable acts of violence.
*opening soon*
The Phabolaois traverses vast sand flats and mud flats that stretch almost unsloped for miles. When the tide goes out at times, it goes out a great distance, revealing shires of sand and other wonders kept together by years of water and sand. When the tide comes back in, though, it comes fast – galloping over the sands quicker than a human can run.
Disorientation is a danger as well as inundation: in mist, rain or fog, it is easy to lose direction in such self-similar terrain, with shining sand extending in all directions. Nor are all of the surfaces that you encounter reliable: there is mud that can trap you and quicksand that can swallow you. But in good weather, it can feel nothing more than a walk on a very large beach.
Adapted from THE OLD WAYS: A Journey on Foot by Robert Macfarlane
Hunky Dory is the fourth studio album by English musician David Bowie, released on 17 December 1971.
Compared to the guitar-driven hard rock sound of The Man Who Sold the World, Bowie opted for a warmer, more melodic piano-based pop rock and art pop style on Hunky Dory. His lyrical concerns on the record range from the compulsive nature of artistic reinvention on "Changes", to occultism and Nietzschean philosophy on "Oh! You Pretty Things" and "Quicksand"; several songs make cultural and literary references. He was also inspired by his stateside tour to write songs dedicated to three American icons: Andy Warhol, Bob Dylan and Lou Reed. The song "Kooks" was dedicated to Bowie's newborn son Duncan. The album's cover artwork, photographed in monochrome and subsequently recoloured, features Bowie in a pose inspired by actresses of the Hollywood Golden Age.
Upon release, Hunky Dory and its lead single "Changes" received little promotion from RCA who were wary that Bowie would transform his image shortly. Thus, despite very positive reviews from the British and American music press, the album initially sold poorly and failed to chart. It was only after the commercial breakthrough of Bowie's 1972 follow-up album The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars that Hunky Dory itself became a commercial success, peaking at number three on the UK Albums Chart. Retrospectively, Hunky Dory has been critically acclaimed as one of Bowie's best works, and features on several lists of the greatest albums of all time. Within the context of his career, it is considered to be the album where "Bowie starts to become Bowie", definitively discovering his voice and style.
"Life on Mars?" is described by Buckley as a "soaring, cinematic ballad". Although Bowie was fixated on becoming Ziggy Stardust at the time of its recording, the song has no connection to Mars itself; the title was a reference to the recent media frenzy of the US and Soviet Union racing to get to the red planet. The song is a parody of singer Frank Sinatra's "My Way" and uses the same chord sequence for its opening bars. (from Wikipedia)
The song: youtu.be/AZKcl4-tcuo
Happy 50th anniversary, Hunky Dory!
I had to hang onto my tripod this day, the sand was almost painful as it blew around my ankles and the windmills could of powered the whole north east they were going so fast.
"Mont St Michel lies in the heart of an outstanding setting. Mont St Michel Bay has the highest tides in Europe, which transform the surrounding landscapes twice a day. However, this fascinating spectacle can be dangerous and visitors are advised not to venture out alone onto the strands." It is said that the tides come in "at the speed of a galloping horse." They do have tours that take people out onto the sand, which at times is almost like quicksand. We passed on that one...!
A break in the salt reveals a water pool - sometimes, these are micro springs, and the ground is like quicksand.
A 79% Waxing gibbous Moon an hour before sunset. It was not the subject of my shot, but a nice small bonus.
The Great Salt Lake - GPS is not the exact spot of the photo.
No need to comment – Just enjoy :-)
It's another long exposure! I Took this one yesterday.. at Manguinhos beach ;)
f22, 8 seconds, 18mm.
Explore #106
"The destruction emanates, among these quicksand
I will make clay exhuming clay, breath of life
Here is the culmination of my laments
To err is human
To forgive the divine
A blessing of life
Cursed to death".
If New Zealand has “that Wanaka tree”, Western Port has “that Mangrove Tree”
This lone mangrove at Tenby point draws photographers from far and wide, especially those wanting to capture long exposures. This requires the right timing of the tide. The mangroves of Western Port are at their most southern limit of distribution and only found along the sheltered bay areas. They are unique in being the only trees capable of living in the tidal zone along coastal or estuarine shorelines.
I had arranged to meet my friend who has a holiday home down that way, close to Phillip Island, for a sunset shoot. We left the men at home to cook dinner and the eye-roller tagged along. We set out hoping for a nice sunset and the right timing of the tide. There was rain on the horizon.
We were the only ones there on the thin strip of beach.
Bliss.
The tide was still out. I set up my tripod with a composition I liked and watched the evening unfold. It went through much iteration of cloud cover and light and the incoming of the tide creating different moods from the one location.
The area around the mangroves is deceptive in its solidity. What appears to be sand is actually a mudflat.
I knew I was stuck but did not want to move from my position. So I just kept shooting.
When it came time to move I could not lift my gumboots out of the mud. With the incoming tide I had sunk too low and had created a quicksand like scenario. It was time to admit my predicament and call for help. Being hauled out of the mud like a stuck cow by a friend and your eye-rolling daughter who could not stop laughing is something I am not going to live down in a hurry.
It was worth it though ;-)
This image was made when the sun was sitting low on the horizon and before the tide had strolled in. It was very windy so there is movement in the tree.
You need a timekiller and you don't understand
I am like quicksand, lick it from my hand
I am your timekiller, I'll let your mind expand
I am like quicksand, lick it from my hand
Tick tock
Tick tock
“—With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can't start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It's like quicksand...hopeless from the start. A story, a picture, can renew sensation a little, but not enough, not enough. Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moments, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don't want to die.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4kzGhDEURA
IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES – RONAN KEATING
Live in the present
forgive the past
but do not forget
learn the lessons it gifted to you
move ever forward into the light
of new horizons beckoning
do not look over your shoulder
lest you see the shadows of your former self
clinging to you like dark harbingers of doom
like crows picking at a carcass
stretching out your skin and feasting at an open wound
shed them as a tree in Winter sheds it's leaves
bare yourself to the bone; let your inner core ring true
silhouetted against the sky; stand tall
cast doubts to the four winds and with as many seasons
count your blessings and give thanks for all
you are still here
there is still time to make a difference
it may seem strange to say but what I want
is not to be singled out or highlighted in a hall of dubious fame
but what I wish is to go largely unnoticed beneath the radar
to walk among you with reticence mostly
when I have nothing much to say
and innermost thoughts serve better those around me
or scribe profound messages from time to time
that lift the hearts of those
for whom such words are well-intended
I wish to be small and still and quieter than a mouse
devoted to my art and music and poetry and life itself
in short I wish to clean my house albeit in part metaphorically
possessions of any kind stifle the creativity that lies within me
over-familiarity may breed contempt
or leave us temporarily blind
we come into this life with no expectations
we often leave it with such deep regrets
I want to leave it better than I found it
having enriched the earth and nature and people that I met
of course I am flawed by all the human frailties
that are common to us all
and so I set myself up to fail again and again and again and fall
but surely it is worth the risk of failure
if I can grow with each experience and overcome the pain
for in doing what is always easy
nothing can ever be changed or learned or gained
it is in doing the seemingly impossible
leaving nothing out; no stone unturned
and living life as fully as we can however much remains.
I wish you all a very Happy and Healthy New Year.
May all your wishes be fulfilled.
“So tell that someone that you love
Just what you're thinking of
If tomorrow never comes.”
- Ronan Keating, If Tomorrow Never Comes
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A view along the Solway Firth, at low tide, by Bowness on Solway. The Scotish coast in the distance across the river Eden.
The Solway Firth (Scottish Gaelic: Tràchd Romhra) is a firth that forms part of the border between England and Scotland, between Cumbria (including the Solway Plain) and Dumfries and Galloway. It stretches from St Bees Head, just south of Whitehaven in Cumbria, to the Mull of Galloway, on the western end of Dumfries and Galloway.[citation needed] The Isle of Man is also very near to the firth. The firth comprises part of the Irish Sea.
The firth's coastline is characterised by lowland hills and small mountains. It is a mainly rural area, with mostly small villages and settlements (such as Powfoot). Fishing, hill farming, and some arable farming play a large part in the local economy, although tourism is increasing.
The northern part of the English coast of the Solway Firth was designated as an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty, known as the Solway Coast, in 1964. Construction of the Robin Rigg Wind Farm in the firth began in 2007.
Within the firth, there are some salt flats and mud flats that can be dangerous, due to their frequently shifting patches of quicksand.
Hourglass - Motionless In White
I've watched the whole world drowning in chemicals
Dissociative, but it takes its toll
Can I surpass time, or would I start to rust?
Depreciating, collecting dust
And I fear myself as I fall away
In a cold deluded sense of fate
When the nightmares come, and the doubt sets in
Will the fever break, or will I burn from within?
It's too late to feel, I've lost my breath
With the hands of time around my neck
Am I more than the pen that wrote the past?
Or am I just the sand enslaved by the hourglass?
Will I live again, or will I fade to black?
Dehumanizing, when the heart attacks
Will I expire before my dreams unfold?
But if the futures so bright, the path should glow
As the walls melt
and the light fades
I'm letting quicksand take me
If you look beyond the blindfold
You'll find the hole in my soul
One fear, one mind, no hope, no time
If you look beyond the blindfold
You'll find the hole in my soul
I'm on the edge of my seat
Holding out for a sign
Trying to rewritethe storyline
It's too late to feel, I've lost my breath
With the hands of time around my neck
Am I more than the pen that wrote the past
Or am I just the sand encased in the hourglass?
After a fast training run in Morecambe Bay the RNLI hovercraft returns to its base at the lifeboat station on the seafront.
The first RNLI rescue hovercraft was placed on service in 2002 and Morecambe is now one of only four stations operating a hovercraft alongside conventional lifeboats. They operate on large areas of tidal mudflats or sand where the surface is too soft to support land vehicles and where the water is too shallow for boats.
Each year, these areas see a number of incidents where people are caught out by the rising tide or trapped in quicksand or soft mud. Unless help is provided rapidly, such situations often result in tragedy.
Thank you so much Mathias Laurent & Aleriah Laurent for inviting me to come to visit The Wooley Swamp. I wont come at night :-)
"The Legend Of Wooley Swamp"
Well, if you ever go back into Wooley Swamp, well, you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man die from fright
Things that crawl and things that fly
Things that creep around on the ground
And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay gets up and he walks around
But I couldn't believe it, (I) just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it, (I) never would listen to nobody else
And I couldn't believe it, (I) just had to find out for myself
There's some things in this world you just can't explain
The old man lived in the Wooley Swamp way back in Booger Woods
And he never did do a lot of harm in the world
He just never did do no good
People didn't think too much of him
They all thought he acted funny
The old man didn't care about people anyway
All he cared about was his money
He'd stuff it all down into Mason jars and bury it all around
But on certain nights if the moon was right
He'd dig it up out of the ground
Then he'd pour it all out on the floor of his shack
And he'd run his fingers through it
Yeah, Lucius Clay was a greedy old man
And that's all there ever was to it
But I couldn't believe it, (I) just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it, (I) never would listen to nobody else
And I couldn't believe it, (I) just had to find out for myself
There's some things in this world you just can't explain
The Cable boys were white trash, they lived over on Carver's Creek
They were mean as a snake and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when they'd speak
One night the oldest brother said ya'll meet me in the Wooley Swamp later
We'll take old Lucius' money and we'll feed him to the alligators
They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand
And thirteen rusty Mason jars he'd just dug up out of the sand
Then they all went crazy and they beat the old man
And they picked him up off the ground
Then they threw him in the swamp and they stood there and laughed
As the black water sucked him down
And then they turned around and went back to the shack
And they picked up the money and ran
Hadn't gone nowhere when they realized
That they were running in quicksand
And they struggled and they screamed but they couldn't get away
And just before they went under
They could hear that old man laughing
In a voice as loud as thunder
Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go by there yet
There's a spot in the yard in the back of that shack
Where the ground is always wet
And on certain nights if the moon is right
Down by that dark footpath
You can hear three young men screaming
And you can hear one old man laugh
If you ever go back into Wooley Swamp, well, you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man die from fright
Things that crawl and things that fly
Things that creep around on the ground
And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay gets up and he walks around
But I couldn't believe it, (I) just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it, (I) never would listen to nobody else
And I couldn't believe it, (I) just had to find out for myself
There's some things in this world you just can't explain
These fences fir safety near the dunes at Llandanwg beach.
It's very uneven and not good for walking.
The stretch of sand at Seilebost beach on the south side of Luskentyre Bay was once voted one of the top 10 best beaches in the world. Come here on a fine, sunny day and it won ‘t be difficult to see why. Whatever time of year you visit this is a perfect destination for spectacular photo shots or for those just looking to truly get away from it all.
Pure sands with rocky patches slope gently into the pristine, aquamarine waters of the sea. Fine views across the water to Taransay and Ben Luskentyre reward the visitor with that winning combination of clean sands, sparkling waters and mountain vistas.
One thing to note is that, whilst the view is iydllic, there is the possibility of quicksand in the area so walkers should avoid walking in the wet sand at low tide.
The beach can be accessed from the A859. Seilebost is on a promontory of land jutting out into the sea, north of the tiny village of the same name. Access to the beach from the road be a little difficult, but for those prepared to make the effort, the reward can be that you just might have this tiny bit of paradise all to yourself.
The Eastern end of the beach gives way to grassy dunes, a suitable starting point for long walks.
The traditional crofting village of nearby Seilebost (pronounced Shell-a-bost) has no facilities other than holiday cottages. There are no facilities near the beach, but restaurants and other amenities can be found in Tarbert.
During the Highland clearances, people living on the Western side of the Isle of Harris were forced to move east, so that cattle could be grazed in the more fertile West. Today Highland cattle and sheep still graze in the grassy slopes.
I shot this with mu buddy Scott Kelby, amazing place in normandy, that this small photographer on the right. We almost got caught in quicksand that day.
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A few of the Cormorant sculptures on the seafront at Morecambe captured at sunset as I made my way back to my car. The Lake District fells can be seen silhouetted in the background across Morecambe Bay.
It was amazing I captured this shot as I squelched back in my wellies having immersed myself in the sea in an attempt to wash off the mud I had accumulated in a close encounter with the notorious quicksand mud of Morecambe Bay!
Luckily my gear survived the ordeal and I live to fight another day!
We walked across Morecambe Bay, starting at Arnside and finishing at Grange-over-Sands in Cumbria. Walking with The King's Guide to the Sands is the only way to do this safely.
As the crow flies, it's maybe three miles (5km), but to navigate the sands with ever-changing quicksand, rivers, weather and tides, the distance is more like 8.5 miles (14km). Every tide is different, and the river changes channels frequently, too.
Once you start, there is NO possibility of turning back.
You have to wade the River Kent, and temporary markers are placed for navigation. You can lose all sense of direction if the weather closes in, and your sense of distance is minimal, too. The tidal range is enormous, and the incoming tide's speed is faster than you can run and can come from many directions simultaneously. Most people walk barefoot.
Before the advent of railways in 1857, this crossing was a vital economic route, saving days of transportation by horse and cart and over a day on horseback.
Today, most walks across Morecambe Bay are made for charity, with walkers raising substantial amounts for good causes, adding a significant modern-day twist to this historical journey. I did the walk for the Friends of the Lake District.
Not all walking in the English Lake District is on mountains - this one is truly unique.
The route is also teeming with life; it's an SSSI.
The current King's Guide is Michael Wilson, appointed after Cedric Robinson. The King's Guide dates back to 1538, when the monasteries were dissolved, as before that, guides were monks from Cartmel Priory.
The route has been described as "the most dangerous highway in Britain".
Entry for World Photography Day 2024.
First Walk July 2024. Walked Again August 2025.
A Venezia stanno un po' dappertutto e si contendono gli spazi della città con i gabbiani: sono i piccioni.
Ce n'è uno: più che sul grigio, sta sul marrone, con punte di bianco. Sta appollaiato sulla balaustra della Scala Contarini del Bovolo. È mattina presto, non ci sono ancora turisti a godersi il panorama e allora se lo gode solo lui.
I tetti di Venezia sono quasi tutti rossi, ma lui li conosce bene: c'è quel lucernario dove ha fatto il nido, c'è quell'altana dove aveva il nido fino a qualche tempo fa: ma quando la casa era stata finalmente venduta avevano ripulito tutto e sfrattato la colonia.
Ma sopratutto dalla sua posizione vedeva le cupole e il campanile della basilica di San Marco. Quello era decisamente il posto migliore per trovare cibo: è vero, c'era tanta gente che quelli come lui li scacciava via appena si avvicinavano, ma c'era anche tanta altra gente che invece comprava la graniglia e si faceva fare fotografie mentre lui e qualche suo simile beccavano i semi dalle mani.
E poi c'erano gli avanzi sui tavolini dei bar, e il cibo che cadeva per terra ai turisti.
Per il piccione e i suoi simili insomma, piazza San Marco era il paradiso.
Ma intanto, prima di spiccare il volo, si guardava intorno: i tetti di tegole rosse, le antenne e i cornicioni erano il suo mondo, i punti sui quali si spostava a seconda delle necessità.
Intanto che se ne stava lì tranquillo, ecco i primi rumori provenienti dagli scalini: l'orario di visita era iniziato, avevano aperto la scala al pubblico e i primi turisti stavano arrivando in cima.
Quando il rumore si fece più forte e poté udire anche le voci dei visitatori, il piccione capì che se ne doveva andare. Con un piccolo balzo spiccò il volo e se ne andò verso le cupole della basilica. La sola idea di andare in piazza gli mise fame.
Quicksand experience around Mont Saint-Michel, Normandy - France
Hikers are on their way to the small tidal island of Tombelaine.
Hiking in the Bay around Mont Saint-Michel at low tide is inspired by the thousand-year-old tradition of the pilgrims who used to travel to Mont Saint-Michel on foot.
Quicksand experience around Mont Saint-Michel, Normandy - France
Hiking in the Bay around Mont Saint-Michel at low tide is inspired by the thousand-year-old tradition of the pilgrims who used to travel to Mont Saint-Michel on foot.
Rickey Martin ~ drummer for harp player Deak Harp ~ street photography during juke joint festival in clarksdale mississippi
The forest is re-generating after a cataclysmic landslide about 15years ago ( photo centre) blocked the river & flooded the valley ,killed the trees and turned the valley into a quicksand slurry. Near Paradise, Glenorchy New Zealand
When we visited Morecambe in north Lancashire recently we watched this orange hovercraft on quite a fast training run out at sea. Then it turned towards the beach and came out of the water, seeming to gently slide this way and that as it picked its way between the fishing boats. It finally came to rest at the base of the ramp where the RNLI Lifeboat Station is.
The first RNLI rescue hovercraft was placed on service in 2002 and Morecambe is now one of only four stations operating a hovercraft alongside conventional lifeboats. Typically, the hovercraft operates on large areas of tidal mudflats or sand where the surface is too soft to support land vehicles and where the water is too shallow for boats. Each year, these areas see a number of incidents where people are caught out by the rising tide or trapped in quicksand or soft mud. Unless help is provided rapidly, such situations often result in tragedy.
The station also operates a fast small D-class inshore lifeboat.
Source: rnli.org/what-we-do/lifeboats-and-stations/our-lifeboat-f...