The Point

Jason // July 12 // 0 Comments

A rash of stunted Blackthorns hunker against limestone foundations in front of me, surrounding this brooding spot with a thorny thicket. Hawthorns dot through them, lime green berries where spring pink blossoms once blushed.

Tumbling down the escarpment the warm grey rocks visit the incoming tide, gold-leafed and black spotted by lichens, becoming green with algae in the littoral landscape. A pair of Terns arrow through the breeze, dancing sea swallows gazing through the ripples and waves.

A flight of Oystercatchers skitter by, inches above the flats, piping of the journey to the edge where their banquet awaits.

Silver sands lit by a late morning sun glisten and shimmer, turning brown gold to my right. Gulls clamour as a solitary Osprey quarters the far bank of the mudflats, huge wings spanning the thermal breaks, amber eyes seeking, precision hunting in mind.

A Cormorant quests along the receding boundary between land and sea, occasionally hanging it’s wings out to dry. Oily feathers casting green and purple in the chiaroscuro light.

Draining into the smooth sands a sapphire blue sky becomes a mirror - above - below. As growing clouds pin down the landscape.

Breeze rustled Sycamores twitch with the tide, as light and shade pattern this bay, an eternal cinema graph of life on the edge of Warton Sands.

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About the Author Jason

Jason follows his lifelong vocation as a countryside photographer who tries to catch the spirit of the places he visits. After decades working as a professional editorial photographer he now focuses much of his time on conceptual fine art photography, visual storytelling and in aiding others to follow their creative calling.

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