Whiteness, rising tide

I stood on the flat sand and made my exposure while the incoming waves petered out around me, the tripod legs cutting trails and swirls in the dying surges of water . On the horizon the wind was drawing clouds onto the sea and, as the breeze made me squint, the whole world seemed to open up in a lightness of pure, unfocused white; white sky, white sand and a disorientation which hid the steady sinking of my feet and tripod into the foam.

Whiteness, rising tide


  1. Karen wrote:

    Just wonderful – the words and image puts me right there. Fantastic.

    Friday, May 8, 2009 at 3:48 pm | Permalink
  2. jessie wrote:

    must say that i love your blog an the pictures..have a nice day jessie from sweden

    Wednesday, August 11, 2010 at 3:24 pm | Permalink

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