My youngest son, Evan, came to visit in Brighton the same day as Storm Austen. Trees on the train tracks delayed his arrival and when we went for a walk the wind had hipped up waves on the normally far more placid seafront. (the picture above shot at 16mm, the one below at 9mm).
Another gloomy day with lots to see.
Not sure what attracted me to this scene… perhaps the contrasting colours of the orange (or chrome yellow?) banner and the aqua see behind.
A view through Afloat, commonly known as the Doughnut, in Brighton.
Looking East we could see the Brighton Palace Pier and the Marina beyond. Looking West we saw some of the many amusements along the beach, again with reflections I could only partially clean up.
We watched the waves break, the surf rush up the beach and retreat.
Walking home on a wintery afternoon we came to West Pier in a dusky light and stopped to see the starlings gather for their daily murmuration.
Walking home along the beach on a wintery afternoon a week ago.
A painter was working on a medium sized canvas off to the left, with the pier columns prominent in the painting, forcing me to look again as we walked past the pier and notice, once more, how photographable it is in every different light.
Seen on Christmas Day, when the bold go for a dip.
