I feel like I've taken most of these frames before.
But it's midwinter and not even the wind can be bothered.
There is a personal as well as meteorological lacuna involved. Novelty is unwelcome. Commentary suffers.
When you live near the ocean, you notice that the water is almost always hungry for the sky.
As though it is a younger sibling; vigilant and imitative.
Except when it is busy
rejoicing in its own turmoil.
I would usually crop people out of the shot and I've only just noticed that tendency.
We are such ugly animals, by and large. Grass is more beautiful than the average human unit.
Which is sad, really.
This lovely old boat and its shag-shedding burqa.
Looks so bridal. She is a
These geese survived the shabby, heartless cull that extirpated their more trusting compatriots.
We're far more in favour of a reduction of the demographic that demanded their deaths.
But no one listens to us.