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I didn't get too many good sunrises on my Trip along the Great Ocean Road. This however was a particularly stunning one with a patchy covering of high cloud which lit up over the Gibson Steps.
On Sunday I finally made my way into Cornwall for a wander on the coast for the first time since Lockdown began.
I'd gone down to West Pentire to see how the poppies looked down there but I was a bit disappointed with this year's display, so I ventured further North up to Bedruthan Steps instead.
Bedruthan Steps is one of my favourite spots on the Cornwall Coast, and for a while that evening I had the place all to myself which was wonderful.
The heavy cloud that had been hanging around all day moved East at sunset and I was left with a clear, uninteresting sky, but there was some gorgeous light on the cliffs just before the sun hit the horizon.
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Priests
In times of coronavirus not even priests are saved with faith alone.
Everyone needs to wear protections
Preti
In tempi di coronavirus nemmeno I preti si salvano con la sola fede.
C’è bisogno che tutti indossino le protezioni
…..We went to Bridgnorth today for a change to Shrewsbury - our normal routine! Much smaller town but still very interesting, it is split in Low & High town and connected by a Cliff Railway & these steps for foot traffic commuting between them! I gave the shot a few extra nudges to give a more old feel to it…..HSS. Alan:-)
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Yesterday evening I had the evening off work and headed down to Bedruthan Steps near Newquay with my friend Darren.
I had a feeling the sunset wasn't going to be great as there was no cloud, but I mainly wanted to get a shot of the gorgeous thrift that grows along the coast at this time of year. I missed it last year as I went down there just as it was all dying off so knew I wouldn't have long to get myself down there and get the shots I wanted.
It was a very hazy evening and although I used my polarizer I was still left with a bit of haze in the background, I think it adds a little bit of mood to the shot though so it's not all bad.
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Que a sua semana seje colorida.
To indo ali e volto ja..
Abracos.....
May you have a colored week.
Back soon...
Buildings by the street in Dubrovnik, which we walked to the Old Town. It's maybe not interesting, but I just like all this green there :)
Budynki przy ulicy w Dubrowniku, którą szliśmy na stare miasto. Podobał mi się ten zakątek zieleni :)
Chapter Six – The Lighthouse Steps
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The lighthouse had watched over the sea for longer than anyone in the nearby village could remember.
Its light had welcomed sailors home, guided strangers through the mist, and quietly stood its ground through every storm that had come and gone.
Pippa loved that about it.
It never chased the waves.
It simply stayed where it was needed.
She climbed the old stone steps as the evening sun slowly melted into the sea, carrying with it another beautiful summer's day.
The robin was already waiting.
He perched on the worn stone beside her, his tiny feathers ruffling in the salty breeze, gazing out across the endless horizon as though he, too, was wondering what lay beyond it.
Pippa smiled.
"You're thinking about tomorrow as well, aren't you?"
The robin answered with a gentle song that disappeared into the wind.
Together they watched the golden path the setting sun had painted across the water.
It looked almost like a road.
Not one made of stone...
But of hope.
Near her feet, nestled amongst the tiny sea thrift flowers, a single golden butterfly rested quietly, its delicate wings glowing in the last light of day.
It stayed only for a heartbeat before dancing away towards the lighthouse.
Pippa watched it disappear.
Some journeys, she realised, are not about finding somewhere new.
They are about becoming someone new along the way.
As she stood to leave, she noticed a single white rose resting gently upon the old steps.
There was no note.
No name.
Only a quiet reminder that kindness often arrives without asking to be seen.
She carefully left it exactly where it was.
Perhaps, she thought, someone else would need it tomorrow.
The first light of the lighthouse flickered to life.
Far out at sea, a distant boat changed its course.
Pippa smiled.
Some lights, she realised...
are meant for everyone.
To be continued...
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