This is my church

This is my church
This is where I heal my hurts
It's in the world I become
Contained in the hum
Between voice and drum
It's in the change
The poetic justice of cause and effect
Respect, love, compassion



It's the place I always feel the most balanced. So even my tacky lightweight tripod swaying in the wind and determined to sink into wet sand, and my complete lack of camera co-operation (need to get that manual out again) didn't actually upset me too much.

The kids don't seem to mind playing on the beach in the dark either. Although I have absolutely no idea just how they did manage to build that sandcastle.

We weren't alone - one of the fishermans caves in the cliffs was lit up by candles. I'm not sure if they were scented. One is hesitant of being too nosey knickers sometimes.......

Anyways, todays blip is brought to you by my first attempt at a long exposure....and maybe an extra stop in exposure added in camera raw;)