snoozing

 21st March 2023, Buston, 3pm

A very high tide.

I'm not much of a bird photographer but these resting bar-tailed godwits caught my eye and I had a long enough lens to catch them snoozing through the high tide without disturbing them.

just because

 17th March 2023, Warkworth, 8am

Suddenly it's warm as toast - or at least 10C feels nice and warm!

A lovely run along to Alnmouth estuary and back with a break up at the cross to get my breath back but also just because out was beautiful.

seeing things

16th March 2023, Newton Point, 9am

The rain has been and gone leaving a flat grey morning. But the lack of dramatic light is made up for by the birdsong and calls of yellowhammer, skylarks, great tits, oyster catchers and curlew and a brief appearance by a barn owl wafting along the hedge line.  That was all before I met my guild walk clients.

In the end we saw 26 species of bird by the end of  our guided walk.

15th March 2023, Hauxley, 8am

Beautiful textures in the sky

Yesterday the sea was in such a rage it threw all the toys out the pram.

Patterns in the sandstone.

Some see seagulls, some see stress fractures filled with quartz mineral.

Some see faces, some see angels.

furious

 March 14th 2023, Bamburgh, 9am

The anti-tank blocks at Bamburgh have been painted again.

The children's alphabet blocks are new in the last week or two.

I expect there will be some people who are indignant about this.  I quite like the brightness.

Recent stormy weather has riled the sea and waves threw themselves at the back of stag rock.

burning candles...

 8th March 2023, Warkworth, 6:30am

Sunrise is getting pretty early now (6:39 today).

It was worth the early rise despite a late night of music.  I can always sleep later.

Sea Gooseberry in the light of sunrise

Beach symmetry: The photographs are there. It’s just a matter of noticing what nature has offered.

Still a few passing showers but nothing near me.

wave light and chilly fingers

 7th March 2023, Howick, 8am

A brief return to wintry weather this week.

I keep returning to wave portraits whenever the wavelight catches my eye. 

This morning I was there at low tide so I had to tip-toe across the low rocks to get close to the waves. Every wave is different and offers a different composition. 

 I stayed there as the sun came and went and until my fingers were too cold to press the camera button.

A wee bit of spring snow won't do them any harm...

A different view of Dunstanburgh castle from south of Howick with the bathing house and more of those fine waves.

northerly tales

 24th Feb 23, Buston, 8am

I ran into the north wind all the way up to the cross but then had a tail wind all the way home.

There's always time for a photo or two en route...