
We watched the waves break, the surf rush up the beach and retreat.


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).









…God created the heaven and the earth.
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness.
Hard not to think of words like these (at least in the West) upon seeing such a sight. Probably the wind turbines don’t support the imagism, but don’t tell Donald.

In this case, I was struck, not just by the contrast of the shadow and the light, but by the deep blue of the sky.