There are photos that epitomise some particular quality of the natural world.
January has a dearth of such moments. Its light is so thin that composition – outside of the contrasts of monochrome – is practically a matter of pot luck.
But I was lucky. This part of the promenade at Grange is one of the coldest places you can be at this time of year. The expanse of Morecambe Bay deposits it’s breezes in summer – and gales in the winter – on wary joggers and dog walkers. Almost no-one else is out there…
But, for a few moments, the sun shone. Then disappeared for the rest of the day. And I happened to be on top of the railway bridge when it did so.
©Stephen Tanham 2023
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.
http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
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This January seems stranger than most, Steve… and your eerie image proves my point…
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Thank you, Jaye. Yes ‘strange’ is indeed the word of the month!
An eerie shot, Steve.