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The numbers of starlings over Brighton Pier and West Pier has reduced significantly over recent years but they still put on a great show, especially if there is a spectacular sunset. They'll be migrating in the next few weeks and I've not managed to get to photograph them at all this season. I'd arranged a carer so I could get there and take a chance on the weather. The weather was dull but not raining and I did manage to get a tiny sunset on the horizon. Still worth going just to watch their mesmerising display.
No rush, no noise, just warmth and stillness. Sometimes nature reminds us to just pause and breathe.
Black Rock beach has a small encampment there at the moment. Not sure if they are the rough sleepers taken to the beach or fishermen staying overnight.
I used to love the sunsets in the marina when the starlings were on the masts. I have 4 of my own pictures in the lounge taken at least 10 years ago. Sadly the starlings don't perch on the masts anymore so I'm fortunate I took these pics when I did. This evening there was a stunning red sunset and I was thinking what a shame the starlings aren't on the masts. When I turned I saw the sunset was lighting up this picture for me.
The chicken descended from above, arms stretched toward an unseen sky, as if caught in a dramatic final act. Suspended in midair, yellow feathers swirled around it like echoes of a lost past. Below, the stage was set—ripe tomatoes, fiery chilies, fragrant herbs, and the unmistakable scent of paprika, waiting to embrace their fated guest.
István swirled his glass of white wine, watching the slow descent. “Even in flight, you cannot escape tradition,” he mused, reaching for the spice that would seal its destiny.
Tonight, Magyar paprikás csirke would be made with theatrical flair.
recipe in the first comments
No walk along the undercliff path for me today as when I got there it was the underwater path and we still hadn’t reached high tide! Quite dramatic out there.
I got lucky with the light as the sun was rising from the east and flooding the structure under the pier.
Portraits from the beach - Henry
Sunset Session - The Movement of Sound
No cash? Tap your card and pay £2....... well worth the contribution.
.... and then the sky turned blue - taken within 30 minutes of the last 3 images I posted.
www.nationaltrail.co.uk/en_GB/trails/england-coast-path-s...
half in shadow, half in thought. the light cuts sharp, tracing stories on her skin, pulling secrets from the dark. she doesn’t move, but something in her gaze does. la lonja, quiet and heavy.
Sending you a wave and wishing you all well! Have a great creative weekend ! ☼♥
She fell from an angry sky onto the blackened ground, draped in an ivory garment, her memories of altitude still drifting in the breeze. Born of a radiant world, this fall was never meant to be..