Waves come crashing to grey sullen shores.Powerful and strong, it breathes and roars.Cascading and caressing each grain of sand,A warm embrace between sea and land. High above, a seagull soars high.Wings of purity it spreads to fly.Battling high against darkened cloud,In a wind that blows fiercely, flying graceful and proud.Poem by Edel T. Copeland
The gull sails softly thro’ the air,For all is calm and still below;Peace, blessed peace is ev’rywhere,And all regret the recent throe. Thomas Frederick Young
These crumbling cliffs defeatured and defaced,These ruinous heights of sea-sapped walls that slideSeaward with all their banks of bleak blown flowersGlad yet of life, ere yet their hope subside … Algernon Charles Swinburne
In a deep and dark December” … Especially then. The Balcon de Europa in Nerja, where the light is often sublime, is a great place to wait and hope someone will do ‘stuff’. Cycling, walking, sitting, winter calisthenics, or watch the setting sun. All you need is a camera and patience….
One running man and two flying seagulls in Nerja
“Character is formed in the stormy billows of the world” …Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Winter comes to the Mediterranean…