Afternoon sunshine catches my attention on the shortcut path.
Doomed jellyfish, caught in the tide, floating dangerously close to shore.
Breakfast in the tomato chair, catching a smile.
Low level on the allotment at the end of July… flowery and a rich colour palette.
The bit of the path between assessing the wind and reaching the sand.
Leafy and raggedy, and only confined by rusty metal, my allotment is looking good.
Tideline. Saturday morning walk out from Porthmadog, along the length of Morfa Bychan and back. Empty summer beach, nice but sinister
Marching along a wooded lane. Sunlight. Slow down, just stop, and look at the trees for five minutes… Coed Garth-byr, January 2020
Working at home day, head-clearing trip to the beach before the sun goes down. On the beach, January 2020
Criccieth is still winter-asleep at the end of March, but the sun is very much alive and playing games with the beachfront railings. Photos.
Grey day in March, the wind and waves whipping up foam on the beach. It sounds fantastic too, fills your head… Criccieth and Morfa Bychan, one afternoon in March, 2019.
boat trip: a photo journey on the Koman Lake Ferry in northern Albania