At the high tide line
an orderly row of huts
shut up for winter.
by Scooj
Tag: West Wittering
Unleashed
Domesticated
hunter becomes ball chaser
all covered in fluff.
by Scooj
Uplifting
.
At West Wittering
on the beach with my eyes closed
a sweet skylark sings.
.
by Scooj
Wintumbra
.
Evening shadows
creep ever longer, urging
nightfall to advance.
.
by Scooj
Rain dance
.
Conservatory
music tap tapping and the
rivulets run wild.
.
by Scooj
Second life
Abandoned but not
without hope; tides will carry
me to a new life.
by Scooj
Rural tag
Abandoned fossil
hunt; inclement weather, so
left my moniker.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 