Dhoon Bay
Recent stormy weather at The Dhoon. A high tide searches out every inlet, cutting back the sand and soil that has collected around the roots of trees, and bombarding those exposed roots with small stones and rocks. The fine sand where children brought their bucket and spade to dig and make castles, or where they wrote their names in four foot high letters: that sand has migrated into the field behind the beach to escape the pounding of the waves and is mixed with swathes of driftwood, seaweed and rocks thrown there by force of wind and water. We walk that beach trying to remember what it looked like before the storm, trying to make our way between rocks that are jumbled and bare where once smooth sand eased our steps.
Sometimes the familiar places suddenly become unfamiliar and we have to learn new paths …..
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Evocative image and narrative this morning, John…. I like the last sentence, especially.
Hmmm….learning new paths keeps you on your toes……thanks again Scott.
Weather does cause the familiar to have a whole different look, doesn’t it?
This photo is incredible (do I always use that word with your photos?). So many variations of B&W
So good to hear from you LB. …….and your comment is much appreciated.
Love this, sorry haven’t been around recently, hope to get posting again soon!
Andy
Good to hear from you Andy….look forward to catching up with you.