At dawn today, I was walking along the beach at Filey. It was low tide and the sun had just risen over Flamborough Head. In front of of me, I saw a man digging for lugworms in the exposed sands. Later, no doubt, he would be using the worms as fishing bait. They are much prized by sea anglers but it takes furious digging to bag just a few of them.
I sensed the possibility of a fine photograph. So intent on his mission was the digger that he seemed unaware of my presence or perhaps he simply chose to ignore me. I snapped five pictures in quick succession but after editing them, this one emerged as my prizewinner.
Digging is a noble, worthwhile and worldwide activity. It has figured in many paintings and writings. I was conscious of that as I clicked my camera's button. And there the man is bent double upon those sands in the middle of November, a hundred miles from here.
More from our short break tomorrow.
That's a wonderful photograph.
ReplyDeleteIt seems somehow surreal and beyond my ability to capture.
DeleteGreat photo!
ReplyDeleteI appreciate your assessment Bob.
DeleteIt is a fantastic photo, almost like a painting.
ReplyDeleteThank you Ilona. I am always striving for outstanding pictures and I believe that I nailed one there.
DeleteThat is a beautiful photo and has made me want to visit Filey.
ReplyDeleteCheck that it is not raining first. Just up the coast there's also magical Whitby, Robin Hood's Bay and Staithes. I also like Scarborough.
DeleteIt's a beautiful picture.
ReplyDeleteYour reaction is most pleasing Elsie.
DeleteThat is a GREAT picture, Neil. A work of art, where everything comes together: Light, colour, shapes, perspective.
ReplyDeleteWhen I edited my Filey pictures last night , I thought so too. Thank you for you confirming assessment Meike.
DeleteYou have caught the moment, especially the colours.
ReplyDeleteThe colours were not edited. Thanks Thelma,
Delete'Digging At Dawn' would be the title I would give for your amazing photo YP.
ReplyDeleteDawn can of course be a woman's name. Digging at her could suggest criticising her.
DeleteDid I just send an unfinished comment or did I disappear it? Oh well. I was saying that when we stayed at the beach, my grandfather would always get up at dawn to walk and look at things and poke them with his cane. My brother and I would get up early too, but not as early as he would, and we'd try to figure out his footsteps to see which way he walked- to the north or to the south? We'd find him and now I think he may not have been so pleased to see us. I'm sure we disturbed his peace but he was kind and would point thing out to us. I can almost hear the hissing of the waves as they drew back from shore. Now see- your picture did all of that for me.
DeleteThat would have a good chance of being accepted for a Yorkshire calendar.
ReplyDeleteGood photo opportunity there.
ReplyDeleteWe stopped to watch a man similarly employed down on the beach as we walked into town this week. He was probably going to be fishing off the end of the harbour wall later.
Our earthworms, that I use for fish bait, are easy to find and quite slow so they are easily bagged, or canned as in my case.
ReplyDeleteSplendid photograph - the dawning of the day.
ReplyDeleteMy nephew used to dig for lugworms in Norfolk. I don't think anyone ever took his photograph, though.
Such a great photo, you're good at this!
ReplyDeleteThat is such a great photo. There is something about dawn at the beach that is soothing to me.
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