When I started walking down the beach, I hadn’t realised just how windy it was. The beach was long, scattered with sand dunes that had taken a beating over the years as the southerly swells hit them. However I saw very little of them. I had left the car, full of optimism and excitement with a long walk along the beach but now that the wind had picked up, my face was full of sand, there was spray coming off the sea and staying upright was a battle in itself. As I looked along the coast, there was something more absorbing than before. It struck me that sometimes when the beach is at i’s most interesting, noone one is there. John's Blog https://blog.caswellimages.com/ The latest print price guide: https://bit.ly/3oLw9OI
To The Autumn Song Once a season whistling, To the autumn tune. On the other path, And all the colours dance. From the autumn shadows, See the peaceful mind. John's Blog https://blog.caswellimages.com/ The latest print price guide: https://bit.ly/3oLw9OI
Here's a photo from one of my walks along the Otago Harbour. These two spotted shags were having quite an argument over one particular spot on the railing. John's Blog https://blog.caswellimages.com/ The latest print price guide: https://bit.ly/3oLw9OI
