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:
This photo makes me wish I there.
[On second thoughts, it's probably a bit dark and cold right now.]
The quintessential zen garden of seaside sublime simplicity.
Meditative.
"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.
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!
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