Jim’s photos just pop - the way he was able to catch the dramatic light make the photos feel otherworldly. And I do feel that it’s spring when we truly feel and see the evidence of our environmental impacts. Sigh.
(And yes, shame on you, Isla. Dishonour on you, dishonour on your family, dishonour on your cow.)
Jim is an outstanding photographer. Thank you so much for sharing his extremely high quality work with us! My favorite is the last photo, with a gloomy sky, an open ocean and a pebbly beach. Love love loved it!
Also, thank you so much for your kind mention! Writing "GENIE!" was a treat for me, I hope it is just as much of a treat for your readers too 🤗
I commend you on your research here, Rebecca. A beautifully composed piece with such variety! Please convey to oat-fed Jimbo, how much I admire his photography. Stunning images here. The first bar of White Cliffs of Dover brought tears to my eyes and a lump in my throat. I will never understand how one or two powerful men can decide it is time for war and then, instead of going them selves, send in all those beautiful young men to die, those who have barely begun to live. Such a terrible terrible flaw in our human species. Those yew trees are magnificent!
Rebecca, I too love the soft boiled egg from the shell and have egg cups for that purpose--the cups are delicate and wouldn't work for camping--but I found metal egg cups on Etsy in case you're interested. I had to look hard to see Jim's mark of the oats. I thought they were Jimbo Oats. So, two artists in your house. Grand, light hearted post.
What a wonderful post!!!! I've often read about the White Cliffs of Dover in literature and I loved seeing Jim's photos and reading your thoughts!! It's a wonderful piece!! Thank you for sharing it!!! 💚💚💚💚
Some humans are like male dogs, compelled to lift a leg on every fire hydrant, park bench, bush and blade of grass...! At least that washes away with the next storm. Somehow, I have never minded spray painted graffiti that shows up on overpasses and otherwise unattractive sub/urban structures, but I realize it's an unfortunate and easy leap from there to condoning the defacing other accessible surfaces, with deleterious and costly effects.
I don't want to wish ill on Isla, but maybe a tattoo gone really wrong? Ugh!
The colours in Jim’s photo!! The purple grey storm clouds, green water and brown shingle beach (nothing like our glorious cream and white sandy beaches.) Your chalk cliffs are famous worldwide and do look spectacular when freshly created. I certainly wouldn’t have wanted to be standing up top when they crumbled!!
Beautiful photos - my Jim and I both said, "Wow!" in unison. "Amazing!" "Beautiful!" Your Jim is beyond gifted. What an eye and intuitive sense of when to capture a moment.
We chuckled at Jimbo Oats. My Jim also eats oats for breakfast, and puts in cinnamon, flax meal, nutritional yeast, and shredded wheat. I eat breakfast at noon, and oats are not on the menu. I do, however, like them very much in cookies.
I was in the UK in 1977 and thought the white cliffs were fantastic and so very British. My dad, at the ripe age of 19, was a navigator of a B24 bomber in WWII, and he mentioned the cliffs as a welcome marker, too.
Graffiti and "taking just a tiny piece" of something, natural or constructed, is indulgently selfish. Shame on those who think it doesn't matter. Great post, as always.
I love CK's suggestion to write Reb-egg-ca on the egg cartons. That is what they shall for evermore be known in our house!
What an interesting post! Thank you so very much for kindly linking to my cliff-crumble post. It is inexorable! Another stairway, the last in our village from the cliff top to the esplanade has been shut due to another recent small slide. We are now limited to one road at each end of town to get up and down from the beach. I don't begrudge the closure, if only there were signs (beyond the many that say CLOSED) that there are efforts to remediate the situation. Hopefully our citizens will not start writing their complaints into the cliffs and the trees that are at least partially responsible for holding up the cliffs. You are right to be annoyed with such vandalism as am I. Please also send Jim my kudos for his amazing photos.
Thanks for the reminder of the lovely White Cliffs of Dover: yet and another reminder to see those cliffs once again!
If I may, I highly recommend an electric egg cooker if you ever don't want to mess with boiling. It uses a tiny bit of water to steam the eggs. I think there's also a microwave version, but I can't vouch for it.
What gorgeous photos by Jim! The carvings of names reminds me of my own youthful etchings in the cliffs of Cape Breton - all of which are eroded now, but we were quite pleased with them for a few years before they vanished entirely. Then we got into burning our names on our own porch steps!
Very informative, love the photos -- amazing what you can do with an Instamatic -- and I love Seaford. I'm with Jim, marking his porridge is essential. Even if you don't steal his oats, a bird might consider doing so. As for that 'marry me' grafitti, I'd like to know how Kathryn responded. I wonder if she said she could never marry a bloke who defaces things.
Jim’s photos just pop - the way he was able to catch the dramatic light make the photos feel otherworldly. And I do feel that it’s spring when we truly feel and see the evidence of our environmental impacts. Sigh.
(And yes, shame on you, Isla. Dishonour on you, dishonour on your family, dishonour on your cow.)
Rebecca, I adore Jim’s photo, perfect and so atmospheric
Love Sheila C xx
Jim is an outstanding photographer. Thank you so much for sharing his extremely high quality work with us! My favorite is the last photo, with a gloomy sky, an open ocean and a pebbly beach. Love love loved it!
Also, thank you so much for your kind mention! Writing "GENIE!" was a treat for me, I hope it is just as much of a treat for your readers too 🤗
Jumbo oats. Hehe. You can write Reb-egg-a on the egg carton.
Beautiful photos.
I commend you on your research here, Rebecca. A beautifully composed piece with such variety! Please convey to oat-fed Jimbo, how much I admire his photography. Stunning images here. The first bar of White Cliffs of Dover brought tears to my eyes and a lump in my throat. I will never understand how one or two powerful men can decide it is time for war and then, instead of going them selves, send in all those beautiful young men to die, those who have barely begun to live. Such a terrible terrible flaw in our human species. Those yew trees are magnificent!
Rebecca, I too love the soft boiled egg from the shell and have egg cups for that purpose--the cups are delicate and wouldn't work for camping--but I found metal egg cups on Etsy in case you're interested. I had to look hard to see Jim's mark of the oats. I thought they were Jimbo Oats. So, two artists in your house. Grand, light hearted post.
What a wonderful post!!!! I've often read about the White Cliffs of Dover in literature and I loved seeing Jim's photos and reading your thoughts!! It's a wonderful piece!! Thank you for sharing it!!! 💚💚💚💚
Some humans are like male dogs, compelled to lift a leg on every fire hydrant, park bench, bush and blade of grass...! At least that washes away with the next storm. Somehow, I have never minded spray painted graffiti that shows up on overpasses and otherwise unattractive sub/urban structures, but I realize it's an unfortunate and easy leap from there to condoning the defacing other accessible surfaces, with deleterious and costly effects.
I don't want to wish ill on Isla, but maybe a tattoo gone really wrong? Ugh!
Also, I wonder if you know this technique for cooking eggs and/or whether it would give you a way to have your eggs in the campervan -- https://www.loveandlemons.com/how-to-make-hard-boiled-eggs/ 😁
The colours in Jim’s photo!! The purple grey storm clouds, green water and brown shingle beach (nothing like our glorious cream and white sandy beaches.) Your chalk cliffs are famous worldwide and do look spectacular when freshly created. I certainly wouldn’t have wanted to be standing up top when they crumbled!!
Beautiful photos - my Jim and I both said, "Wow!" in unison. "Amazing!" "Beautiful!" Your Jim is beyond gifted. What an eye and intuitive sense of when to capture a moment.
We chuckled at Jimbo Oats. My Jim also eats oats for breakfast, and puts in cinnamon, flax meal, nutritional yeast, and shredded wheat. I eat breakfast at noon, and oats are not on the menu. I do, however, like them very much in cookies.
I was in the UK in 1977 and thought the white cliffs were fantastic and so very British. My dad, at the ripe age of 19, was a navigator of a B24 bomber in WWII, and he mentioned the cliffs as a welcome marker, too.
Graffiti and "taking just a tiny piece" of something, natural or constructed, is indulgently selfish. Shame on those who think it doesn't matter. Great post, as always.
I love CK's suggestion to write Reb-egg-ca on the egg cartons. That is what they shall for evermore be known in our house!
What an interesting post! Thank you so very much for kindly linking to my cliff-crumble post. It is inexorable! Another stairway, the last in our village from the cliff top to the esplanade has been shut due to another recent small slide. We are now limited to one road at each end of town to get up and down from the beach. I don't begrudge the closure, if only there were signs (beyond the many that say CLOSED) that there are efforts to remediate the situation. Hopefully our citizens will not start writing their complaints into the cliffs and the trees that are at least partially responsible for holding up the cliffs. You are right to be annoyed with such vandalism as am I. Please also send Jim my kudos for his amazing photos.
Thanks for the reminder of the lovely White Cliffs of Dover: yet and another reminder to see those cliffs once again!
If I may, I highly recommend an electric egg cooker if you ever don't want to mess with boiling. It uses a tiny bit of water to steam the eggs. I think there's also a microwave version, but I can't vouch for it.
Stunning photography + a captivating travelogue = the perfect vacation for this armchair traveller. You two are well-matched!
What gorgeous photos by Jim! The carvings of names reminds me of my own youthful etchings in the cliffs of Cape Breton - all of which are eroded now, but we were quite pleased with them for a few years before they vanished entirely. Then we got into burning our names on our own porch steps!
Very informative, love the photos -- amazing what you can do with an Instamatic -- and I love Seaford. I'm with Jim, marking his porridge is essential. Even if you don't steal his oats, a bird might consider doing so. As for that 'marry me' grafitti, I'd like to know how Kathryn responded. I wonder if she said she could never marry a bloke who defaces things.
Great photos!
I don't know why people have to deface things that are not theirs.