I like being by the sea any time of year. I always feel a sense of renewal as the waves creep forward and then retreat. I enjoy getting my feet wet whatever the temperature and sand on my feet exfoliating my dead skin cells. The picture above was taken in Skegness, Lincolnshire in the UK.
On a working student visa in America, I once spent the summer in Ocean City, Maryland. For the 2 and half months I stayed, I loved hearing the sound of the waves, a constant soundtrack to an eventful summer abroad.
Below are two more of my favourite sea views.
Waves wash in
Views of the Irish sea from the coastal town of Balbriggan, Ireland.
Kite surfer in Dunbar, East Lothian in Scotland UK
Following a recent trip to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park a review of some of my photographs prompted questions of scale amongst friends, interest in a park most were unfamilar with, and plans for a return visit for myself. As you can imagine I took many pictures and have limited myself here to just two of the sculptures (Network By Thomas J Price and Caldera by Tony Cragg) I really enjoyed viewing.
This is my entry for this weeks Daily Post Weekly Photo challenge: Scale.
I read alot of her books as a teenager, and was very sad to hear that she had passed away at the end of January 2017. This year I plan to read her books again. This post gives a great insight into the author and her work.
I was in SS2 when I first read Buchi Emecheta’s The Joys of Motherhood. Like most of my classmates, I was only concerned about doing well in the Literature tests and exams. All that talk about Nnu Ego and motherhood meant very little to me and so I didn’t understand most of what I was reading. Or maybe I understood but the weight of the subject matter hadn’t dawned on me yet. Many years later, it has become impossible for me to ignore the burden and pain that women go through every day – now when I read The Joys of Motherhood, it is enough to weigh me down. Emecheta did not pluck Nnu Ego’s story of suffering, sorrow and eventual loneliness out of thin air; it is a complex and authentic illustration of what many mothers in Nigeria and Africa go through every day.