Waves
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Not the biggest wave I've photographed at Porthcawl Lighthouse, but I thought what little sunlight there was caught this one very nicely.
51°28'23.19"N 3°41'59.15"W
Morning light catching the spray highlighted against the 100 foot high cliffs at Dunraven Bay near Southerndown on the Heritage Coast in the Vale of Glamorgan.
while enjoying a day on the beach I saw this brave/crazy fisherman taking his chances.
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Macro shot of a swan feather with the beautiful down tops waving to the mirror.
I placed it in the harsh light and this is the outcome !!
Waves really do something with my within
I never get tired of watching them
Feeling the power
Hearing the roar
Seeing the spray
Nature really rocks
And as I am making this photo ready for upload Mark says about us: "We are in a love wave, a tsunami of love"
And I was wondering if he actually was standing in my livingroom and saw that I was about to write about waves
To be so connected is such a thrill
He had no idea that his words suited my photo so well
And he is so true
This love we share is out of this world
Nobody can ever ruin this bond
"We left under moonlight
We went with the breeze
I bet on your blue eyes
You set for my green
We moved with the water
The tumble and sway
The slow dance gets harder
As level shorelines fade
So now I'm out drifting away
What can I say
You're barely listening, asleep in
The shade of tidal waves
Someone throw a lifeline
I don't want to drown
I can't hold you closer without just sinking down
Once I'm safe from the deep you're the waves at my feet that just keep pulling me out
By the power of the moonlight, when the tide comes around..."
While watching the waves, for a moment I thought I'm somewhere else and the time is different.
I had to get away from the everyday rush and clear my mind. I found my peace here, at the shore of Lake Ontario. The weather wasn't good. It was windy and cloudy, but it didn't matter ...
Coal Tit [Periparus ater]
Busy little birdie, collecting what is possibly cat hair, for lining the nest.
In a few weeks’ time, the babies will be around, shouting to be fed. It’s very odd to watch as the youngsters look almost twice the size of the parents, and the poor adults just flit around in an exhausting cacophony of “feed me”, “no, me”, no, MEEEE”…”and can you hurry it up!” Poor wee souls. They must be a little relieved when all the babies fledge.
For now, though, this little sweetie is flying back and forth to the nest, sourcing grass, twigs and my cats’ hair, to make it as warm and cozy as possible for the eggs/chicks.
In my garden,
South Carrick Hills
SW Scotland
🎼 “Tomorrow” - John Legend, Florian Picasso, Nas
“You're the new wave forming
You're the new day, dawning
Ask you what is your name, what do they call you?
You said, "They call me Tomorrow.”
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