Betwixt the sand and the foam

I am forever walking upon these shores,
Betwixt the sand and the foam,
The high tide will erase my foot-prints,
And the wind will blow away the foam.
But the sea and the shore will remain
– from ‘Sand and Foam’ by Kahlil Gibran

It was blustery when we left the city, but it was wild on the shore at Formby Point.  The sky was steel-grey, and occasional squalls blew in off the estuary, but the fierce wind was warm, even on this exposed stretch of coastline. It felt as if my being was reduced to a kernel isolated from everything in the world.  Beyond the pummelling roar of the wind I could hear nothing and see little through steamed-up and sand-blasted glasses.

The shore was deserted but for two couples out dog-walking, like us.  One of these, however, was accompanied by a pack of half a dozen Irish wolfhounds.

Here’s a gallery of black and white images that I took (click first image to view slideshow).

One thought on “Betwixt the sand and the foam

  1. I really like black and white photographs – it seems to be a lost art these days. Some of the pre-Raphaelite photography is outstanding. Sepia tones are also very effective. Ansel Adams, who took many lovely mono pix of our “backyard” here was the grand master. (Mammoth Lakes is spitting distance from Yosemite National Park.) Thanks, again, Gerry!

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