Been enjoying your images of natural world over the past several months. “Seeds of Oleander” so striking that suggested to my spouse, tapestry weaver that he try to capture in fiber. Will let you know result. -naomi
This must be a truly wondrous place to be in. I love that contrast in the whiteness of the ground, and the browns and oranges of the stain in the water, as well as the play of light.
It is a wondrous place and always different everytime we visit because of the powerful action of the waves. I keep wondering about the source of the rusty stain in the water – is it from land, from the soil?
These all appear to be the same scene viewed from different distances…..pretty much. But what is the artificial cloth-like substance, and was it deliberately positioned thus?.
I see what you mean, Tom, but these were all different rocks, except maybe one of them is taken from different sides. I’m not sure what you mean by cloth-like substance – is it the textured area of sand in the third photo? I was intrigued by that and wanted to have it show in the image. No cloth or other add-on materials from me, it’s all nature’s work.
Oh heavens, yes! I see it now. I see it as sand, not a piece of cloth draped on the ground. My mistake might be a result of an expectation to see what was not there, but which, unfortunately, all too often appears on Northern French beaches viz. bleached slimy seaweed. I hope I haven’t caused offence.
Oh, no offence at all, Tom! Funny how expectations can ‘colour’ one’s view, it happens. That slimy seaweed sounds quite unpleasant. There is often a lot of sea detritus on these beaches during low tide but this time they were quite clean – no beachcombing this time!
The second I see white sand like that my immediate urge is to remove my shoes and socks.. even if the pictures were taken in February. As for the color beneath the rocks my feeling is the fairies spilled their tea when they heard you coming.
I admit, Susan, that I was tempted to remove shoes and socks, but was not as brave as some youngsters who did so. And those fairies were too quick for me to spot them.
Been enjoying your images of natural world over the past several months. “Seeds of Oleander” so striking that suggested to my spouse, tapestry weaver that he try to capture in fiber. Will let you know result. -naomi
Naomi, I’m happy you are enjoying my images, and that the oleander seeds are most inspiring! Do let me know if a tapestry emerges – best of luck!
This must be a truly wondrous place to be in. I love that contrast in the whiteness of the ground, and the browns and oranges of the stain in the water, as well as the play of light.
It is a wondrous place and always different everytime we visit because of the powerful action of the waves. I keep wondering about the source of the rusty stain in the water – is it from land, from the soil?
These all appear to be the same scene viewed from different distances…..pretty much. But what is the artificial cloth-like substance, and was it deliberately positioned thus?.
I see what you mean, Tom, but these were all different rocks, except maybe one of them is taken from different sides. I’m not sure what you mean by cloth-like substance – is it the textured area of sand in the third photo? I was intrigued by that and wanted to have it show in the image. No cloth or other add-on materials from me, it’s all nature’s work.
Oh heavens, yes! I see it now. I see it as sand, not a piece of cloth draped on the ground. My mistake might be a result of an expectation to see what was not there, but which, unfortunately, all too often appears on Northern French beaches viz. bleached slimy seaweed. I hope I haven’t caused offence.
Oh, no offence at all, Tom! Funny how expectations can ‘colour’ one’s view, it happens. That slimy seaweed sounds quite unpleasant. There is often a lot of sea detritus on these beaches during low tide but this time they were quite clean – no beachcombing this time!
The second I see white sand like that my immediate urge is to remove my shoes and socks.. even if the pictures were taken in February. As for the color beneath the rocks my feeling is the fairies spilled their tea when they heard you coming.
I admit, Susan, that I was tempted to remove shoes and socks, but was not as brave as some youngsters who did so. And those fairies were too quick for me to spot them.