




The murmuration had not begun but the starlings were gathering (as were the gulls).



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.

More liminal space candidates.






Walking westward on Western Road, I noticed how brightly the sun was shining far out in the Channel and stopped whenever there was a broader opening in the street to get a picture of it.



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.


The small white sign reads, “Hahahaha Yes we know. It’s the Right way around inside. ‘Merry Christmas.'”

The Tories are out, but are Labour succeeding?



The last of the dusk’s murmuration before the starlings all dove beneath the pier to roost.







A must see in Brighton is the starling murmurations, occurring at dusk between about November and February. We photographed them in mid-December (and may go back this month as their numbers increase with incoming Scandinavian birds).







