Category: Sea Art

The Flight of Sea-Birds

Whilst Tilting Its Head, It Looked Straight Into My Eyes…

When the Sea Reaches for the Clouds (IX)

When the Sea Reaches for the Clouds (VIII)

When the Sea Reaches for the Clouds (VII)

When the Sea Reaches for the Clouds (VI)

  Visitation from the sea….

When the Sea Reaches for the Clouds (V)

When the Sea Reaches for the Clouds (IV)

Winter Storm (VIII)

  Not an easy task to keep the lens dry and get a clear shot in the whirling rain and sea spray from the wild waves crashing in, whilst the wind is battering around a body that’s trying to hold the camera still. I obviously didn’t succeed and yet these

Winter Storm (VII)

  In solitude I walk Yet never alone Storm merging with an inner source Rain swirls in my veins Roaring waves; warrior’s cry Explosion of the sea Connecting with barren walls Tension creating portals To a still space between the stars The moon tattooed on my soul An invisible birthmark

Winter Storm (VI)

Winter Storm (I)

Abstraction of Light (II)

I Am The Sea (I)

I Am the Sea (I)

  The forces of nature Untamed and free Running through my veins I am the Sea ~   I have uploaded this before in colors, here’s a version in black and white for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Forces of Nature

'In The Eye Of The Storm'

In the Eye of the Storm / Wildflower

  This photograph is what made me look at my photography with new and different eyes. The forces of nature is a constant inspiration to me and I owe a lot to this image. The day I captured it is branded in my mind as well as the breath I

A Surge Within

Elemental

Stronghold

  When nowhere to go Lean into the mystery Your inner stronghold ~

Epiphany

  Epiphany A liberating moment Of sane insanity No finer reward   In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Reward

Who Am I Then?

  When I stand On the edge Of the barren cliffs When my eyes Reflects the wild Of the roaring sea When I touch The quiet grace Of a mystical rainbow When I listen To the harmonies Of the howling wind When I disappear Into the spiralling Mist of sea-spray

Sunlight Dances on Waves

  Peculiar Life… Sometimes we seem to walk in a haze Yet, sunlight still dances on waves ~

Zig Zag

  Do you run alone Or with a pack? Do you run straight Or do you zig zag? Are you being true To your own natural way? Feeling the winds of freedom Following the call of your inner day? Perhaps “How”, is less important After all, aren’t we just a

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