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Powerful deep blue waves crashing into the rocks near Admirals Arch at the south western tip of Kangaroo Island. It was incredibly wild and windy, and exhilarating to think that the ocean was all that was between me and Antartica.
I like when the wind tries to push back the apex of breaking waves. It never wins but keeps on trying.
Tomorrow the All Blacks will try to defeat the mighty Lions - the best rugby players of Britain and Ireland with over 60 million population against NZ 4.6 million. We don't tempt fate by claiming we will win, kiwis are cautious :)
My attempt at the "Macro Mondays" theme "Wear and Tear".
This saw blade is less than a mm thick.
Shot with a Schneider Kreuznach "Xenon 28 mm F2" lens on a Canon EOS R5.
Seaton Beach in South East Cornwall offers a large expanse of sand and small pebbles cut through by the river Seaton.
The beach is very popular with dog walkers and shore fishermen, and is one of the few beaches in this part of Cornwall that provides good waves for surfing.
Winter is the best time of year for surfing here, ideally when the winds are light and from the north. Statistically, February is the best month for clean, surfable waves.
Adapted from Visit Cornwall and Surf-forecast.com
A man alone on the cliffs, a silhouette against the darkening sky, the waves crashing far below, their mournful roar rising like the echoes of forgotten grief, each tide a reminder of his sorrow.
Above, a seagull passed aimlessly, their shadow brushing the stone like fleeting memories, untouched by the weight of his sorrow.
The sea, infinite and unyielding, stretched endlessly before him, cold and indifferent, a reflection of the depth of his loneliness, the tide relentless in its rhythm, as if mocking his stillness.
He lingered there, eyes hollow, staring into the abyss, as though pleading for it to speak, to give meaning to the silence that consumed him, to the sorrow that the tide could never wash away.
by bes~• Morocco 09/24
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