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One of the Sharpes Volvo Olympians showed up on Derby Road on 17.7.18
Here's another ex-Dublin Olympian just under 10 years previous:
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The great thing about the beach is that it presents an entirely different universe from season to season, from day to day, from hour to hour, from second to second, with the ever changing wind, tides, clouds, and sun. A split second with tumbling surf and a sinking sun can make a vast different, resulting in entirely different photographs.
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He was born on or near our house and I've photographed him several times but this is my best shot to date.
Towards the end of the day, back in Nottingham, this was pretty much the last thing we spotted before calling it quits due to the fading light. Sharpes ex-Dublin Alexander bodied Volvo B7TL VJI 625 is bizarrely parked up at the side of Maid Marian Way in Nottingham city centre.
29.12.23
Just got back from doing laundry and saw this guy in my yard so I ran to get my camera and only got a few shots. But I am happy with this one :)
I never take my heels off.
There’s something wickedly vulnerable about the way they sink into the sand at dawn, the sharp click swallowed by the hush of the tide. The North Sea stretches out in front of me, pale and endless, the sky blushing like it knows whats about to happen. And I stand there in my black dress, fitted and daring, balanced on glossy black heels as if the whole shoreline were my private stage.
The air is cool, but I don’t shiver.
I begin to move slowly, deliberately. The sand shifts beneath the narrow points of my shoes, forcing my hips into a careful sway. I let it happen. Let the rhythm grow. The waves keep time for me, sliding in and retreating like a breath drawn close to the ear.
I know you’re watching.
Heels were never meant for beaches. That’s exactly why I wear them. Every step is a quiet provocation. I pivot, feeling the dress cling to my curves, the morning light tracing the line of my shoulders. My bracelets flash like signals. My lips part, not from effort, but anticipation.
I drag the toe of one heel through the sand and glance back over my shoulder. There you are. Closer now.
I don’t stop dancing when you approach. I let you circle me, let you feel the pull of my body moving just out of reach. The tension heightens, golden and heavy as the rising sun. When I finally turn to face you, I step forward first.
My hands find your shirt. Slowly. Deliberately.
I rise just slightly on my heels, enough to tilt my mouth toward yours without quite touching. I can feel your breath, warm against my lips. I let the silence stretch, savoring the wait, before I close the distance.
The kiss is slow at first. Testing. A brush of lips that lingers, deepens. My fingers slide up to the back of your neck, drawing you closer. The ocean roars behind us, but all I hear is the rush in my blood.
You pull me in by the waist, and I press against you without hesitation, the fabric of my dress warm from the sun. I kiss you again, harder this time, tilting my head, letting the taste of salt and want melt between us. My body arches into yours, heels anchoring me as my hands wander, exploring with bold curiosity.
Your mouth trails from my lips to my jaw, down the curve of my neck, and I let out a soft, breathless laugh that turns into a sigh. I tug you back up to me, claiming another kiss, slower now but deeper, my tongue teasing, inviting, daring.
My legs wrap around you as you lift me slightly, my arms around your neck for balance. The world narrows to skin and heat and the delicious friction of being so close it feels impossible to separate.
The sun climbs higher, but we don’t stop.
The dog walkers have yet to appear and dawn was only the beginning.
Taken from Corndon Tor which is near the Marines memorial on Dartmoor.In the distance can be seen the peak of Sharp Tor.
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Not unusual at all to have to wait two hours or more hoping for a chance of a click but it had turned colder and we were not fully prepared apparel wise!!
However patience was rewarded when this male turned up and afforded me a chance for a few clicks.
He paused briefly and then dived an caught an invertebrate but conditions were not ideal for a pin sharp result of any action.
Calidris acuminata
11 Nov 2016
CA, LA Co., LA River at Willow Street
Found by Bob Schallman earlier in the day
THE TALE often told about Michelangelo forming a statue speaks of how spiritual formation takes place in the heart:
~The Lion in the Marble~
There was once a sculptor who worked hard with hammer and chisel on a large block of marble. A little child who was watching him saw nothing more than large and small pieces of stone falling away left and right. He had no idea what was happening. But when the boy returned to the studio a few weeks later, he saw, to his surprise, a large, powerful lion sitting in the place where the marble had stood. With great excitement, the boy ran to the sculptor and said, “Sir, tell me, how did you know there was a lion in the marble?” (an Old Jewish Tale)
The little boy’s question to the sculptor is a very real one, perhaps the most important question of all. The answer is, “I knew there was a lion in the marble because before I saw the lion in the marble, I saw him in my own heart.
-Spiritual Direction,
Henri J. M. Nouwen
Showbus 2018 took place in Derbyshire at Donington Park on September 30th. Buses and coaches attending included preserved Sharpes of Nottingham Volvo B10M-61 / Van Hool Alizee C53F D51LWW. This coach was new to Brown of Helperby in 1987.
The rugged southern slopes of Blencathra are a joy to explore, this is Sharp Edge (more to the eastern side of Blencathra) and makes for a rewarding scramble to the summit.
Taken from underneath, using a glass floor, the plan was to get some interesting shots of the pups. This is one of my favourites!
Strobist info, 3 light set up. Main light 580ex through softbox camera left at 1/8 power, fill 580ex bare at 1/16th power and 580ex high, pointing at the ceiling on full power, Triggered by pocket wizards.