A solitary boat
A stack of stones
A wide open sea
A man with lens
I’m a dried-out Paddy
In a land of warmth and sun
So when we get a drop of rain,
My reaction is ‘What fun!’
the city I live in right now has many beautiful things to recommend it, but if there is one thing which it is sorely lacking, especially for an Irishman, is water. Right now it’s the “rainy season”, and this wet street outside my work was the best I could do. The following photos are from last August. One in Ireland, one in Spain, both near water.
Kinsale Harbour, Co. Cork, Ireland.
A beautiful picnic spot on a mild August evening.
This was taken on the night of the ” Super Moon” walking on Malvarrosa Beach in Valencia. I used a portrait shot to attempt to capture the moon’s rays dancing across the water towards me.
Storm clouds gather in the north
The North Atlantic Drift’s in force
But the sun still shines down from the west
as i enter the sea to take a rest
The tide is close, but not too high
The shallows stretch for half a mile
This stretch of busy beach is mine
and the passers-by just nod and smile.
For there’s naught so good as clean sea air
To blow away impending doom
So here I will abide a while
before returning to my dank bedroom
The cliffs and rocks have a sallow hue
partaking of the late sun’s rays
It gives me pleasure, content, and peace
To write down that ‘pon which I gaze.
This was originally posted on dermohurley.blogspot.com on August 19 2011
Watching for no one
A lone seagull cries
My eyes, my eyes.
My eyes are drawn skywards
The gull swoops for fun
And I continue to search for the sun.
Undulating ululating sounds of the shore
The empty strand is never silent
I watch, listen for more
The fast running wavelets knock the sandpipers high
The tiny scavengers flitting to new hunting grounds
Where the tasty buried sandworms abound
Such hunting is a challenge for such tiny birds
One that humans have already faced
But standing alone on this solemn strand
My challenge is to put into words