photo friday: Coast

My submission for Photo Friday.

Photo Friday : Overcast

This is my entry for Photo Friday under the theme of overcast …. a little late for Friday but before the deadline of this coming Friday!

Photo Friday : Pleasure

This is my entry at Photo Friday this week

Photo Friday : Nature

My Photo Friday entry this week on the theme of ‘nature’ may be seen here.
I have decided to set up another blog, Shiny Photos, to post my pics there in an attempt to keep SHP tidier.
The blog needs some work on it – i’ve just quickly set it up and will play with it later …. maybe!

lightness

this weeks topic over at Photo Friday is ‘lightness’

an egg is quite light – and this one (which I took a photo of in Gloucester Cathedral) has light coming from within … a different kind of lightness.

I am the 237th photo to be submitted!

Photo Friday : Surfaces

I find it interesting the way the eye seems naturally drawn along these various surfaces in a confined space
you can see other photos on the theme over at Photo Friday

Photo Friday: Distant

This week’s topic over at Photo Friday is distant.
I took this photo under the bridge during my stay in Seattle and simply love the structure of this bridge and the way it seems to go on for ever into the mist at the end of the slope.

Photo Friday: Damaged

I took this photo on a walk during my ordination retreat.
The petrol pump was in the middle of a village in a long gong garage.
It stood proud, but damaged.
It is almost as if someone is trying to make fun of the damaged contraption by placing a mdern plastic wheel trim against it.
Years apart … but both incomplete, both damaged.

Slowly

This weeks Photo Friday entry for slowly.
The capsule slowly revolves around the wheel as we marvel at the sights of the city of London

Forgotten hooks

This weeks theme at Photo Friday is best of 2009.
I took this picture at Tyneham – a village near Lulworth Cove that people had to leave because the War office decided they needed it. You can read the interesting story here.
The photo is taken in the cloakroom of the school, the hooks still have the names of the last pupils that hung their coats there.
The open door talks to me of the people leaving village while the reflection of the tree suggests nature reclaiming the space for herself, which is evident if you get to visit this place.
The door handle resembles a cross – which for me is an indication of who is in overall control no matter what happens.