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Wings out, beak forward, and attitude fully engaged—this white ibis isn’t just flying, it’s making an entrance. With the sun catching its feathers like a spotlight and the trees politely stepping aside, it looks like it’s auditioning for a nature documentary narrated by Morgan Freeman. You can almost hear it thinking, “I am grace. I am speed. I am mildly annoyed that you’re not applauding.”
This photo captures the moment just before the ibis files a complaint about the wind direction or demands a better landing zone.
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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.
Standing tall with paws tucked like a tiny butler, this squirrel looks ready to file a report on suspicious acorn activity. The chest puffed, the tail fluffed, it’s clearly taking its job seriously. Whether it’s guarding the grass or just waiting for snacks, this furry sentinel brings maximum cuteness with a side of dignity. This photo captures the lighter side of wildlife, where even the smallest creatures strike a pose worthy of a portrait.
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Two very different worlds, two different energies… yet somehow we meet in the middle and it just works.
This is what it looks like when strength softens for love… and love stands strong back. Classic story… modern bond… same magic. www.youtube.com/watch?v=U8fN4DOgFDw&t=74s
Suspended in the heart of its intricate trap, the spider waits, motionless, watchful, and unnervingly still. Its black, yellow, and blood-tinged markings glint like warning signs against the blurred green beyond. The web, delicate yet deadly, stretches like a ritual circle spun from instinct and silence. This close-up captures not just a creature, but a presence; an ancient architect of fear and fascination.
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Portraits from the beach - Henry
Sunset Session - The Movement of Sound
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The contractors have been working hard creating long trenches on the beach from Black Rock towards the Pier. I asked one of them what the trenches were and he explained they are part of the improving biodiversity plan (see below) The trenches are like planters which, once finished, will be filled with native plants, flowers and chalk land grasses. The trench area will then be fenced in so the public can look but not touch.
Black Rock Station is the station for the Volks Electric Railway which opened on the 4th August 1883 and is the oldest electric railway in the world. You can read more about the history of the Railway here:
Mid-scratch and full of attitude, this little squirrel is clearly taking a moment for self-care. Perched on a weathered bench like it owns the place, it’s giving off “don’t rush me, I’m exfoliating” vibes. The fluffy tail? Perfectly curled. The fur? A little tousled, but that’s part of the look. Surrounded by greenery and garden glam, this photo captures the softer side of wildlife—where even squirrels know the importance of a good grooming session.
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.... 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...
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
I love sitting on the beach in this weather and watching the fishing/eating routines of the seagulls. As the tide goes out the seagulls fly low watching for shellfish like muscles and tiny crabs, then swoop down and pick up them up. They are unable to crack or prise the shell open so they fly back up, carrying the shell in their beaks and they drop them from a height onto the stones. The shells open on impact and the seagulls swoop down and eat the contents of the shell.
NB: Brighton seagulls are known to prefer chips 🍟
The sun dips low, the sky burns orange, and the leafy branches frame the scene like nature’s paparazzi. It’s beautiful. It’s peaceful. It’s… suspiciously quiet.
Legend says this was the last known photo of Carl, the world’s most paranoid beachgoer. He swore the sun was following him. Claimed the clouds were whispering his name. And those branches?
Definitely spies.
He stood there, silhouetted in defiance, yelling, “I KNOW WHAT YOU DID, SUN!” before vanishing into the surf with nothing but a snorkel and a bag of trail mix.
Some say he’s still out there, dodging rays and side-eyeing seagulls. Others say this photo is all that remains a dramatic portrait of a man who took sunscreen way too seriously.
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A flock (murmuration) of starlings used to return to the marina in their thousands for the winter and hundreds could be seen on virtually every boat in the harbour. It's unusual to see them on the boat masts now but tonight we had a welcome visit as the sunset.
Amicalola Falls takes on a spectral presence in this black and white photograph, where thin streams of water spill down a jagged cliff face like ghostly tears. The layered rock appears ancient and worn, etched with time and shadow. Vegetation creeps in from the edges, as if nature itself is holding its breath. The light catches the cascading water in fleeting glimmers, like whispers from something unseen. This image evokes the feeling of a place touched by forgotten stories, where the falls murmur secrets and the silence feels alive.
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