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End of the summer sunsets

September 2, 2020

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Woolacombe sunsets are a photographers dream. Big skies, big beach, big sand dunes and big tides. Foreground interest (usually dogs), mid ground (crashing waves or rocks at combesgate) and background – the magnificent light thrown up as our planet rotates away from the star that gives life to our galaxy. Here are a few of […]

And I feel fine

May 4, 2020

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While all this Covid ineptitude is going down by our government, life goes on in this beautiful village that I am lucky live in on the North Devon coast. There’s no visitors, which makes for a mahooosive difference. It’s great for us to enjoy our home, but for many of my friends who run seasonal […]

The Wind

April 1, 2020

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The March 2020 trip to Lundy was very windy, ffffht, but when is it not? Even on a still day at the beaches of north Devon, it is windy on Lundy. So when it’s windy on Lundy, it’s really windy – it’s like being in a viking battle, or worse. The wind claws at you […]

Deer on the Exmoor doorstep

January 21, 2018

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The rain, drizzle & mizzle, downpours in grey sheets. On muddy paths & Flooded roads. Forcing the valiant wanderer Into pubs & lukewarm hot-tubs.   Mmmmm. Anyway. Ginuary, rest and a chance to edit some pix from 0ur last sunny day. Btw, HBC (Happy Birthday Charlotte), Wtf & BYT (Boil yer Tatties) haha. Deer on […]

Drug is the love

December 31, 2012

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  Drug is the Love Love is a walled garden, Cut off from the horror of the outside world And bathed in dappled sunshine. Love is a gateless prison, A sightlessness, A disability and a burden For which there is no cure or relief. Love is a furtive glance, A guarded secret, An anonymous drowning […]

Deep breathing

December 13, 2012

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I’ve lost my soul I’ll be fine I knew this would happen Lock me up Down by the sea It’s no big deal I’ve lost myself I’m falling Hold me Hold on I’m falling ©Ester Spears   Ilfracombe Rainbow Canon 5D c/w 24-70 f2.8 L

Up to zero

August 7, 2012

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I stand alone United by soul Supported by none Part of the whole Taking the brunt Of a winters storm My dry husk wetted By fire and form United in purpose Divided by fate The path is finite And the future, locked by a gate. ©Ester Spears Picture of a Lynmouth break water taken on […]

Wasting away

May 25, 2012

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Wasting away I wrote a poem about my unrequited love And they told me I was clever. I tried to sell my picture to the journal And they told me they would never Pay me, oh no. Here I sit Wasting away. Drinking champagne and happy in my furrow. Oh no, Wasting away and waiting […]

Empty

May 8, 2012

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A Sticky Itch Your crushing indifference Bears down on me In the grey gloom. You think ‘I’m nothing special’, Just an ordinary tune: Easily forgotten but sometimes, Annoyingly  remembered. I walk with many In the struggle to breathe Some life into the dream Of extraordinary being. And when I die, As we all surely must. […]

Eating Sausages

June 23, 2011

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My feet tread the ladder Of a brittle spiders web. Swollen hands and bleeding feet Grab each new moment in turn With trembling disbelief. My innards gorge on themselves, Fed by doubts and insecurities. But I can’t deny the steel hook As it teases me from the shadow and Into an new dance, When I […]