The fabric of the sea and beach is ever-changing, even more so in winter. The sea is frozen, only some blue patches still remain open.
There are places that captivate me, because you can sense a wonder there that has happened just a moment ago. Low-tide line is one of those places.
Two crows among dozens of gulls. Black fingers spread apart.
Still the best binoculars I’ve ever had. You can see a lot more with the eyes of a child. Imaginations is my lens.
“To The River: A Journey Beneath The Surface” is a story of the River Ouse and the layered history on its banks. It is a book on the mystery of water. “I’m haunted by waters,” flows the opening line. Virginia Woolf drowned in the River Ouse at age of 59.
It was one year ago, on February 14, when I had an epiphany that blue part of our planet connects rather than separates all the coasts around the globe.
Good Morning Australia! Sea Princess Little Anna at Kings Beach in Queensland. Peak of summer here by the Coral Sea.
Swans mesmerize me. Snow white creatures with charisma that captures me in the net of wonder. So big, so soft, so brave. So arrogant, so elegant.
“One of the most beautiful effects of light on water is the way the sun forms a bright pillar as it is reflected off a large body of water towards the start or the end of the day.” Tristan Gooley
I’m scared of depth, because I am a bad swimmer. I need to feel the seabed with my toes. But for the same reason I’m also drawn to it. What scares us, allures us.