Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Sea horses





18 comments:

tristan said...

fab!

the polish chick said...

how lovely, although i was a tad disappointed it wasn't actual seahorses.

julie said...

How lovely!

Anne said...

What a marvelous sight!

marja-leena said...

What a great collage!

Kelly said...

Very nice view. I just returned from another trip but I have not made it to somewhere quite so nice. I am headed to Switzerland and Germany next month though and plan on taking a lot of pictures.

Catalyst said...

Wonderful! What a find.

Avus said...

Nicely done, Lucy - that silhouette treatment is very effective.

marly youmans said...

Lovely silhouettes and reflections, set against those glittering sand flats.

The Crow said...

There is something reminescent of cowboy films about these images, at first glance.

I about half expected to see Duke Wayne astride one of the horses. Wonderful images, Lucy!

HKatz said...

When your page loaded and I saw the top half of photos but didn't register the post title, I thought for a few moments that I was looking at pictures from a desert.

Sand, sun, and people stranded looking for the nearest oasis.

I love the light on the sand and the silhouettes of the riders.

Lucy said...

Thanks all.

I didn't use any effects for the silhouette pictures, if anything they looked more so in reality. the centre shot was as they approached with the sun in front of them (ie behind me), the rest were after they's passed so they were contre jour. It was one of those bright but hazy spring days with low sun, which are so lovely down on the bay, where the sand is very slivery.

Rouchswalwe said...

These leave one without the desire to say, "Giddy-up". Rather, a gentle ride together in the glittering blueness of the day.

Jean said...

These are just gorgeous. You seem to be in one of those spaces recently, Lucy - that crude, but evocative phrase, 'on a roll'.

Anil P said...

Aha. Regal and beautiful.

Dale said...

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Barrett Bonden said...

Whereas I appreciate this enlargement of your cultural palette I have to avert my eyes. When I was about six my father casually told my mother about an acquaintance of his who'd attempted to tame a rambunctious horse and who'd been kicked in the face. During the subsequent surgery pieces of jaw were internally retrieved from (I may be gilding the lily here) from close to his ear and behind his forehead. To no avail, he died. I was a fearful, tearful and impressionable child and the horror of what I heard lives just as sharply today. So you'll understand if I don't comment.

Parmanu said...

Stunning!