This photo was taken in a fishing village, Winterton on sea, Norfolk, last summer. I find the cottage eerie and I wonder how many spirits lie behind the windows and how many stories of past fishing lives have been told behind those windows. I also love the climbing roses.
The photo was selected in response to the daily post’s weekly photo challenge ‘window’. I hope you enjoy it.
The golden hour begins
As a medley of majestic
The sky prepares
Heave into slumber,
A brisk breeze;
A salty scent of
Waking the ghosts
Of cod and
Pearcing purple dust,
Dwindles to dusk;
My response to the challenge is the evocation of the sun going down on the beach, where the fishing huts feel ‘ lovingly abandoned’ for the night after a hard day’s work; there is also a deeper sadness in the ‘creaking’ wood and the ‘nibbled nets’ of a disappearing industry as youngsters move away to work: ‘purple dust turns to dusk’ and skills and experience die out.
Hi everybody. Just to let you know that we’re moving house next week, so as you can imagine I’m surrounded by boxes! I’m excited as I’m moving closer to friends and family and have a new area of the countryside to discover walking with my dogs, however it’s unsettling and could affect my creativity, so my posts may be sporadic for a couple of weeks, but please keep looking, I really appreciate your fantastic support.
I found this interesting, psychedelic van when we were on holiday recently in Winterton on sea, Norfolk. The artist is gradually restoring it and covering it with his amazing art.
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