Across the bay a tiny lighthouse Sits looking. Clouds looming over the sea. Enchanting. A rumbling, succeration The breeze. A gentle touch. - May 2026, Betty's Bay.

Above the sky has fallen into dusk below a blue that bends and never sets. Me I am just wading through the waters, trying to catch the light. Photographed: Betty's Bay, January 2024.

In the sea I stand Dark clouds aglow with amber sun Pride across the sky.

Feet kissing wet sand. Waves gently pulled to the beach. An autumn chill sets in, as the sun slips away. Leaving a pink, blue, pastal portrait.

They were beautiful, intricate, and tiny.  Honestly if I didn't know any better, looking at their tippy tops, I might just have mistaken them for flowers. But they are in fact dung loving fungi. Or ra...

Walking along the beach last week—silver light and electric clouds, and a rare 'amber rainbow' where the estuary meets the sea. Full photo essay in the link below.