Between the lines and through the lens…
Light. These are the days were we look to see where the light lingers longer. We rise like crabs up, after the tide has fallen, up, through solid sand now sinking, we can only wait so long- can only hold so much weight (in these days where we cannot hold at all) before we […]
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All photographs by Damien B Donnelly
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All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
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Weekend break from the Parisian heat in Bretagne, France… By the Breakers at Saint Malo Patterns on la plage (the beach) Sunset over the former pirate seas of Saint Malo Big Bear at Le Grand Hotel des Thermes, Saint Malo The Seagull sweep Striking a pose Le Mont Saint Michel Tide’s out Sunset beneath […]
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Day 7 of Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats poetry challenge and today’s inspirational quote from WB is: ‘…stars, grown old in dancing silver-sandalled on the sea, sing in their high and lonely melody…’ To join in the creativity or just to discover Jane’s gentle genius, her blog link is: https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/category/poetry-2/ My poem today […]
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We slip and slide like grains of sand that the sea seduces as time sweeps over us, combing us into compact companions that come apart after the sun shines and the warmth dries us up, how we hate the sand that slips between the cracks when we are parted from the shore and so […]
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We are the hourglass through which time slips, love seeps and life is lived on ever sinking sands, come see us turning over and falling down on new stops and false starts, like tides that sweep the shore, coming in and going out with less and less of more and more, or is it more […]
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