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Around the corner

Around the corner the rocks give way to a sandy beach.

From Sea Fever by John Mansfield
"I must go down to the seas again,
for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call
that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day
with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume,
and the sea-gulls crying."


  1. Y'know, Australia is a gorgeous country, isn't it? Yes, yes - there are other gorgeous places the world over. But ours is up there!

    This poem is such a complement to your image. The lime green of the distance field has a significant impact here.

    Lovely evocative image ...

  2. JE

    On one of my reconfigured blogs, I am setting up co-contributors and I would be chuffed if you were to consider joining us. Here is the addy:

    It is pretty much explained there ... I am asking a number of other Australian blogger/photographers - not just CDPBs. I will totally understand if you decline or if you wish to be added but sit on the sideline for a while ... just consider it ... please.

  3. Julie, yes Australia is a gorgeous country, confirmed to me once again on the My Country tour I did the week after the beach (the pics for this coming up soon).

    Regarding, the 100 strangers. I am chuffed that you have asked me. I see my mate bitingmidge is on the invite list too. Now, Pete and I are long standing friends in this pushing yourself to new things photographic game so if he's in I'm in. But I reckon I will be on the sidelines for quite a long time while I work up the courage ... I'm more scared than the lot of you. You can reach me on the email address in my profile.

  4. Goodo ... shall send you an invite in just a few minutes ... then you can start when you are ready ... are you back up the mountains yet or still down the South Coast?

    I guess the big return to reality is next Monday ...

    Yep ... I knew that you and Peter had a relationship beyond the blogworld ...


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