Sunshine, a stick of rock, sandy beach, bucket and spade to make sandcastles. The cool feeling of wet sand as you wiggle your toes in it…or the hard ridges of sand rippled by shallow water. Memories of collected shells, long thin razor shells, cockle shells, mussels, spirals and smooth. So many types.
All these memories were made on various holidays and day trips to beaches, looking out over the sea, walking through seaweed that littered beaches, sand flies and sand hoppers.
Remembering catching various trains, some of them were steam trains. Watching the countryside fly by, a river running on one side of the train, then the other. The train running past the caravan site we stayed at.
Sunshine, rain, home made cooking in the caravan on a tiny stove. Sleeping on a bed made of boards and cushions where the table had stood. Gas mantles that hissed when mom lit the lights at night.
The tiny crab that escaped from my plastic bucket and spade and hid in my shoe… And it’s pincers snapping on my little toe!
Memories and the wish to make more. Missing the seaside.
Tonights view over Thistley Hough, Stoke-on-Trent. The light from the sun broke through the clouds. I thought these were called crepuscular rays, but apparently that’s when they go downward from the sun towards the ground. These are anti-crepuscular rays according to people on the cloud appreciation society’s Facebook page.
P. S. Someone else on the page says they are crepuscular as anticrepuscular ones are on the opposite side to the sun. What does that mean….
I could crop this photo to tidy it up…but the bits of blue sky reflected off the sink and the red bowl, top left, seem to add interest. I have windows on both sides of the kitchen, dual aspect I think they call it? So I get lots of light in the kitchen on sunny days as the sun climbs higher in the sky.
Spring is coming, I can feel the warmth in the sunshine. The trees are about to come into leaf, buds of blossom will be bursting, pink and white clouds. I will have to get out and prune things like our buddliea bushes. They are thugs! And the pears? They remind me we should get our crop from our pear tree later in the year….
A duck and a coot. If this was a race, the coot is winning. The twig looks like the finishing line for a rowing race. The duck is a Mallard drake, I don’t know if he’s preening or asleep? I love the ripples on the water. My phone camera has reacted to the bright light and has reduced the exposure time so it appears darker. You can move the position of your camera to affect this. If you look at an area with less bright light then the exposure would open up again. But I like the strong contrast in this image and the depth of colour. It’s difficult to see the details on the birds because they are in deep shadow.
Reflected shadows and bright highlights, a firy beacon beyond the horizon. It rose eight minutes ago. But light is not infinitley fast, and so it takes that time to travel the 93 million miles or so to get here. If you could hear the Sun sizzle the sound would take hours or even days, as the speed of sound is far slower ( thats why lightening always flashes first and then the rumble follows). But sound doesnt travel through a vaccuum. I get so irritated with Sci-fi films. Outside in space- no one can hear you scream… you need an atmosphere to hear, as molecules bump into other molecules and sound propagates…. soundwaves make your eardrums vibrate and tiny bones send that movement to your brain…