Holy Isle, early morning
Writer Gini Andrews on a January walk on the beach dunes of Plum Island.
If you’ve ever been there, you will know exactly where this is…
On a bluff above a beach at a Wisconsin lake
Lindisfarne dock at dawn
burr on Lindisfarne
My grandfather took this photo on a Boston beach in 1903; I found the negative among his things. This is an adjusted scan of the inverse.
Sheltering in place (from the midges) by a remote Scottish highland loch
Norway beach in late October
Berwick-upon-Tweed (ok, not quite a beach, but the sea is just over the horizon)
Green man gazing out on the Bay of Fundy, near Moncton, New Brunswick
my grandfather on Wellfleet Beach, ca. 1920
(the title of this post is of course a variant on a famous poem by John Masefield, one recited to me repeatedly throughout my childhood, by a beloved bard for whom it was, far more than a poem, a lifelong calling of the heart)
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