13 April 2010

Beach stone, Birdlings Flat


The day after our visit to Godley Head we headed to Birdlings Flat. A few people prowled the long shingle beach looking for sea-polished agates or whatever else of interest one might find on beaches like this, or perhaps just for time alone with one's thoughts. Someone had dropped a stone from higher up the beach onto the damp shingle; it lay in its small depression as if waiting for the beach to swallow it.



[19 January 2010; Canon 20D, 10–22 mm f4 at 10 mm, ISO 200, 1/250 at f10]

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5 comments:

Anne-Marie said...

This photo makes me wish I there.

[On second thoughts, it's probably a bit dark and cold right now.]

Paul said...

The quintessential zen garden of seaside sublime simplicity.

Zhoen said...

Meditative.

Barbara said...

"Among a number one is reckon'd none:
Then in the number let me pass untold,
Though in thy stores' account I one must be;
For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
That nothing me" ...

Shakespeare's Sonnet 136 came immediately to mind when I saw this. Ooh, thanks ... the photo is stunning.

pohanginapete said...

Anne-Marie, it'd be light by now, and the cold's fine if you have the right clothing — a decent down jacket, for example ;^)

Paul — very well put. Thanks :^)

Zhoen — now, if I could only figure out how to add the sound of the sea...

Barbara, wonderfully apt — thanks!