Wednesday, September 7, 2011

my palette

It is often the case that, while Bournemouth festers under heavy cloud 2 miles east, we frolic on a fragile spit of sand that is cloud-averse. The wind picked up scraps of sand and whipped them ahead of our feet so the beach appeared to shimmer and vibrate, while the ominous promise above kept the shoreline almost deserted. I could have happily walked all the way to next week.

4 comments:

OsShirt said...

"I could have happily walked all the way to next week."

What a great line!

An Artist Exposed said...

I have sat and *walked* myself along that beach for the last ten minutes..

Grump said...

Beautiful shot, I love the way the drier sand on top flies over the wetter sand.
Thanks x

Jo said...

what a wonderful photo!